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So, because of the fact I suck at handling more than a few blogs at a time — I have moved this muse over to a *gasp* MULTIMUSE BLOG. ;; I’d love it if you guys followed, I do have a number of other muses as well, forgive me for this. But it’s just to make it easier on me && cut down on stress. @heavenxtalks || includes mostly canon muses, ccc:

[ofrecon-blog]

So, because of the fact I suck at handling more than a few blogs at a time — I have moved this muse over to a *gasp* MULTIMUSE BLOG. ;; I’d love it if you guys followed, I do have a number of other muses as well, forgive me for this. But it’s just to make it easier on me && cut down on stress. @heavenxtalks || includes mostly canon muses, ccc:

[ofrecon-blog]

So, because of the fact I suck at handling more than a few blogs at a time — I have moved this muse over to a *gasp* MULTIMUSE BLOG. ;; I’d love it if you guys followed, I do have a number of other muses as well, forgive me for this. But it’s just to make it easier on me && cut down on stress. @heavenxtalks || includes mostly canon muses, ccc:

[ofrecon-blog]

So, because of the fact I suck at handling more than a few blogs at a time --- I have moved this muse over to a *gasp* MULTIMUSE BLOG. ;; I’d love it if you guys followed, I do have a number of other muses as well, forgive me for this. But it’s just to make it easier on me && cut down on stress. @heavenxtalks || includes mostly canon muses, ccc:

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H O R R O R . P R O M P T S

“I just got back from the cemetery.”

“I swear I just saw someone… or something looking in my window.”

“I know I closed the damn closet door, but it keeps opening! Please tell me this is just some kind of joke you keep pulling.”

“What’s behind you in these pictures…?”

“Apparently like 20 years ago, some girl slaughtered her family in the basement.”

“I think there’s something about this house that you’re not telling me.”

“I keep hearing noises coming from the attic…”

“I know what I saw, and whatever is in the basement… it’s not human!”

“I didn’t have time to see what it was! I just got the hell out of there!”

“Whose grave were you bringing flowers to…?”

“The electricity guy said there was absolutely nothing wrong – and yet, the lights always flicker on at 2am. Explain that to me?”

“Why don’t you spend the night in that house ‘alone’, then try to convince me that you don’t believe in ghosts.”

“Y-you don’t understand, he didn’t have a face!”

“I had a dream that I killed you.”

“Ah, yes… the room you’re staying in. It’s a paranormal hot spot, apparently.”

“I keep hearing whispers at night… I-I can’t sleep!”

“There was something else in there with me, I’m not going back to that house.”

“Come on, it’s just an urban legend…”

“Are you trying to tell me I’ve been sleeping in a dead girl’s room!?”

“I keep getting the feeling that someone is following me.”

“Don’t panic… but I think there’s someone else in the house.”

“I can still feel her/his ghost, and it’s killing me…”

“There’s something growling in the basement… could you, uh… check it out for me?”

“Can you just… can you please check the closet?”

“P-please… put the knife down.”

“I bought this haunted ring on eBay!”

“No, no, no – run!”

“I didn’t forward one of those freaky chain letters and now I keep hearing the laughter of children coming from my hallways at night.”

“The dead are all around us…”

“She’s dead! She’s dead and yet I keep seeing her, everywhere!”

“There’s something breathing under the bed…”

“You can’t tell me you don’t believe in ghosts after all we’ve been through.”

“I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see, something… that wasn’t supposed to be here.”

“Maybe an exorcism is in order…?”

“I woke up, and it was j-just… staring at me.”

“He was there, then like a second later he literally vanished! I saw it happen!”

“I like the ghosts here… they keep me company.”

“You can’t honestly tell me you’re in love with a dead girl.”

“Wasn’t someone murdered in this house? Why are we here?”

“If dying means being with him/her, kill me. I’d be happier that way.”

“Ghosts aren’t real. You need help.”

“…what do you mean we didn’t talk last night? You came over, you were here.”

“You saw something you weren’t supposed to see. And now… now you know what has to be done.”

“I’m pretty sure my toaster’s haunted.”

“What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Don’t! Don’t you dare open that door!”

“I visited his/her grave for the first time today…”

“Something terrible happened here, didn’t it?”

“Wh-why do you have a knife…?”

“You’re all bloody, what happened!?”

“You know that book from The Evil Dead? Yeah, well… I’m pretty sure we found something pretty damn similar to it.”

“You’re bleeding…”

“How can you not see it…? I’m dead! I’ve been dead for years!”

“I’ve always wanted to see you choking on your own blood.”

“I’m sorry, I’m busy Friday with the… funeral and all.”

“I’ll never forget the sound of his screaming.”

“From the looks of it, the afterlife is a lot more fun than this.”

“Legend has it that you can still hear her crying for her lover in the dead of night.”

“I want to be dead, too.”

“Well don’t you look lovely, all covered in blood.”

“Whoa – wait! Please don’t go down there… let’s just get out of here, please?”

“You played with a Ouija board!?”

“Me and some friends played with a Ouija board the other night… and things have been a little strange since then.”

“There’s so much negative energy in this house… do you know if someone died here?”

“You’re always hanging out in cemeteries… and yeah, it’s kinda creepy.”

“They just don’t believe like they used to…”

“I will haunt you until the end of time.”

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Okay, so – sorry for the lack of activity here. I kinda let my anxiety && past experiences with this muse run me off for a while && now I’m back - after some thinking && realizing I’m never getting this blog off the ground without a little courage. I will be making starters for those followers I admire/stalk from afar && wish to interact with. No more being scared, no more hiding in the back behind some pillar. If you don’t want the starter or want something different do not hesitate to tell me, but for now – lets get some things going.

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By liking THIS post, you are hereby giving me permission to bug you && your muse with interactions of all types. Random starters, memes && other such things without a fear that I’m annoying you. This also serves as a permission post to YOU. To let you know that you will NEVER annoy me if you tag me in things or send me memes!

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⊰┊ @maximavo​

IT'S LATE WHEN they call her in this time, something about a file not properly transferred or something like that. Weekends are never a thing she gets to enjoy, even these rare ones where she  a c t u a l l y  decides to be normal && go out for once. The looks she gets from the other agents are, in all honesty, annoying - but she knows why. It's not everyday that she waltzes into work in a bright red dress; lipstick to match && blood red high heels.

IT'S ACTUALLY NEVER. She's never dolled up when she comes to work, it's always the standard slacks or pencil skirt with a button down && a blazer. She never deviates from the usual business attire ever. She moves a hand up, pulling raven curls around to hang over her left shoulder as she turns a corner; nearly running straight into an opening door. Why half of the doors in this place swing outward, into the hall -- she’ll never understand.

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⊰ wanda ⊱

         Currently it takes quite a bit for anyone to gain Wanda’s attention.          At present she cares for no ones company && wants for very little.           Her wishes are to be left alone as much as possible, to allow her to          grieve in peace. Her days are spent trying to ignore the cold, aching          && ever present feeling of loneliness. It’s a feeling no amount of any          kind of company can abate, so when anyone approaches her– she          feels nothing at the change. 

        As such her gaze lifts to acknowledge the woman that has managed         to gain her attention. Dead eyes stare up at someone Wanda knows         she’s never met before. There’s no luster in the green, no shine, just         a hollow-ness that can only be associated with one who is trying to         process such a loss. Fingers curl && uncurl, the muscle in the corner         of her mouth twitching ever so slightly. At first, a nod is all that the         other woman gets in response; but eventually Wanda finds her voice.

                                      ❛ I… yes. That is me.   ❜

IT TAKES A moment to decide how to say this, how best to word her statement, her  o f f e r  without upsetting the young woman. She doesn't bother to sit, because she'll be taking off anyways if she does upset Wanda, or piss her off. -- She won't say his name, for fear of pissing her off or-- it having any type of bad or negative reaction. She kneels instead, next to the table close to the young enhanced. && the folder is placed on top of it.

❛ i was going through some folders.. after-- everything     you went through; && i could lose my job for this but-- ❜

HER FINGERS LIFT the corner of the top folder, opening it up && the first thing is a page that says 'Maximoff, P.' so she turns that quickly, sliding the folder closer to Wanda so the large picture of herself && her brother was more easily in her sight; && then the second is opened; this holds a small && likely pocket sized photo of Pietro.

❛ they'll just be packed away && never moved at this rate.     i thought.. you might like to take a photo or two. they're--     memories, && they're precious.. they shouldn't sit up in     a box in the storage room, locked away && just.. there. ❜

HER HAND MOVES now to the locket around her neck, the heart shaped formation of wings familiar && slightly chilled against her fingers, && she takes a soft intake of breath.

❛ memories should be held by those who hold them dear.     not a box on a shelf, && i know they're not much but-- ❜

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⊰ ??? ⊱

“Is it a rule that all mortals should be so diminutive? To better show their inferiority when compared to their betters? Your questions can easily be tossed the other way. I would guard your words more closely in the future, lest I find cause to seek insult in them.”

Words launched against him a re caught and turned to his own purposes; tossed back with vicious glee. He had not meant to come to this place, nor to meet this women ( oh so full of spice and sharp wit ), but here he found himself in spite of thaose facts. Brow raises, as if expecting yet another challenge.

Perhaps if she kept talking he would learn what had called him to this place. 

               ❛ seek insult in 'em all  y o u  want. wasn't aimin' for that but--❜

A SHRUG OF a shoulder accompanies her words, one leg crossing over the other && arms tucking up against her chest, crossed tight - it's not often there's someone so  e a s y  to rile; && perhaps it's a bad thing to find it so amusing. Lips quirk at the edge; turning up into this little smirk that tells of interest && humor. Elbow props on her knee, chin in her palm so fingers can drum against her cheek.

             ❛ why guard something  h a r m l e s s? maybe you're jumpin' to conclusions, maybe i meant absolutely nothin' by it. perhaps it was just a li'l harmless fun. i mean if i was insultin' you, it wouldn't be hidden - i'd come right out and say what i wanted to say. wouldn't disguise it as somethin' else. ❜

BROWS LIFT AS if challenging him now, to find flaw in her words, to judge if she were speaking the truth or simply a lie. After all, she's not exactly KNOWN to be a truthful person. She lacks a reputation for lying, but there's still a line of people willing to tell of the wool she pulled over their eyes at some point in life.

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⊰┊ @wandica​

           IT'S ONLY BEEN a few months since the revival of SHIELD,                 &&  the  news  of  a  certain  speedsters  sacrifice had raced                 through  the  compound;  it  was something that one person                 learned,  &&  passed on to the next.  Honestly,  Isa  had  no                 siblings  at  all;  never  had  -  so  she  couldn't  imagine how                 his  twin  was  feeling.  She  knew  what  it  was  like to lose                 someone  important,  after  all;  she'd  been  the one to find                 her  fathers  body  after  he'd been murdered..  but  to  lose                 someone  as  close  to  you  as a twin.  The  severing  of  a                 bond  as  strong  as that must have been terrible  &&  more                 pain than she could ever imagine.

                                ❛ excuse me -- you're wanda, right? ❜

                SHE'S NOT HERE to counsel her, or make this situation                 into  something  like a therapy session;  first  -  there's  a                 few questions she has  about  one  or  two  of  the  files                 in  her  hands,  partially  --  if  Wanda  wants to take one                 of the photo's from  it,  there's  a  few  taken  from  data                 that  HYDRA  had,  &&  a  few that had come from the                 data  taken  from other resources.  Isa's  not  supposed                 to be doing this, the photos are for SHIELD databanks                 not  to  be  taken  out  of the office nor given away like                 little  presents.  But  she  understands  the  importance                 of  photographs  -  the  ones  in  her  locket  prove that.                 The  ones  of  a  mother  never  known   &&  a  father                 loved && missed dearly.

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Okay, so -- sorry for the lack of activity here. I kinda let my anxiety && past experiences with this muse run me off for a while && now I'm back - after some thinking && realizing I'm never getting this blog off the ground without a little courage. I will be making starters for those followers I admire/stalk from afar && wish to interact with. No more being scared, no more hiding in the back behind some pillar. If you don't want the starter or want something different do not hesitate to tell me, but for now -- lets get some things going.

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⊰┊ @conflicteddeadlyalone​

         ❛ && then he had the nerve to call me && ask if he could            come see the kid? do you  b e l i e v e  the bastard? ❜

                     LIGHT EYES ROLL in annoyance, small hands lifting up                      the infant from his carrier, it's only been a few months                      since he was born -- && the only person who has been                      there for her from the beginning to the end has been the                      woman currently lounging on her couch, the child smacks                      a hand against her cheek with a babble. Before going on                      about his business of chewing on his rattle.

                    ❛ i told him he could go drink BLEACH for all i care. ❜

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⊰┊@skathlegur

              VIRIDIAN COLORED EYES shift up, (god, she hates being short sometimes)                    && a pink tongue presses up against the edge of pearl white central incisors,                   thin brows pulling together in the center, confusion clear on delicate features.                   A thin hand lifts, bringing her index finger to tap her bottom lip in thought -- a                   flicker of amusement crossing, before both hands press to the desk behind                   her, pushing to lift herself onto it. Legs kicking back && forth in an almost kid                   like way; head tips - raven waves falling over her shoulder, her lips purse                   && it takes a moment for her to actually speak. ( she's a little nervous, he's                   a little bit intimidating if she's honest, despite the calm facade she's thrown                   over herself. )

                ❛ is it just like -- some sort of rule that all GODS are to be tall?                  'cause lookin' up at you is kinda hurtin' my neck -- but i mean                  are all of y'all tall? is it one of those things that happens so                  humans HAVE to look  u p  to you, or what? ❜

( or maybe she should just get a pair of platforms  so she's not so fucking short compared to others. )

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ＲＥＩＧＮ  ＳＥＡＳＯＮ  ＴＷＯ  ＱＵＯＴＥＳ

I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t want to repeat history.

Out of all the people you could have slept with, did it have to be one of my ladies? One of my closest friends?

I am with child. Our child, at last!

I’ve come to offer you something. The destruction of our mutual enemy.

Cold passion mixed with your warm blood was to bind you to me. My spirit is inside you as yours is inside mine.

Ruling requires that your hands be drenched in blood.

You are my husband and my king.

You crushed the rebellion by yourself.

If we die, it is at her hands. And if we live I will never forgive her for this.

I’m saying that should anything happen to either of us I hope that you’ll remember me not as the man who lied or betrayed you, I hope you’ll remember me as the man who would have cherished you if he’d had the chance.

And real love never fades, not truly.

Just know whatever happens, this is not the end I dreamed for us.

I refuse to surrender. My reign will not end without a fight.

Whose blood concerns you more, your husband or your lover’s?

All that stands between him and the crown is my head.

Whatever happens to him, it’s over. I will never see him again.

You say that as if somehow, I’ve won. But how can it be over when he’s still ingrained in your heart? You will always see him just as I will always see you. Naked, in each others’ arms.

Is this how it’s going to be from now on? Both of us constantly wondering what the other is up to?

Our love will die here.

Just don’t expect a fond farewell from me. Or my trust. Ever again.

Do not test my power and do not tempt my fury.

If I’m as responsible as you say, I will never forgive myself.

I never imagined you’d kill him by breaking his heart.

The truth of your betrayal was the last thing that he heard before he collapsed.

I will spill blood to defend what’s mine.

You are a necessary evil whose orbit I can’t seem to escape.

But you have to know, that no matter your choices, you still have a husband who would do anything to make you happy.

I opened my heart to a liar.

Do we trust each other? 

Build a future controlled by you, not the changeable heart of a woman.

I’m sorry we’ve come to this.

But if you sincerely believe that your best path to healing is at his side, I will not stand in your way.

I have to fight every instinct I have pulling me toward you. When I’m near you I am aware of every breath you take and when I am away even the wind in the trees reminds me of you.

You say that I can be free, open to another. But without you my heart is closed as tight as a fist.

Because I love you. And one of us should be happy.

There are those who merely believe they have power, and there are those who actually have it.

Oh, is that caring? It sounds to me like a man trying to tighten his grip on a woman.

Congratulations, you’ve used your knowledge of the heart’s noblest emotion to manipulate and destroy someone.

What we once had was so natural. I miss how easy it was. We’d make love and fall asleep in each other’s arms like branches growing together.

I don’t feel strong. I feel like I’m sleepwalking and I don’t know how to wake up.

If your heart wants to sleep, let it. Many things can be forced out of duty, but not the heart.

Look where that love has brought us.

I wanted to one kind of King, and then I was forced to be another. Now I cannot go back.

You are my life and I love you.

I feel this nation is burning and I am the man who lit the match.

I love you. You do know that, no matter what I’ve done.

Are you prepared to die for this marriage?

I have lost all faith in you and the man I thought you were.

Oh spare me your lies and excuses! You’re not the man that I fell in love with and you’re not the King I want to rule beside. You are a coward!

I gave you a chance, I waited for the man I fell in love with to return, but that man is dead and I am finished waiting for him!

Do not seek to take before I can give.

No matter what happens, I love you.

Unfortunately, my husband isn’t giving me what I want, so I’ve come to ask you instead.

I need to handle this on my own and to do it my way. What I need from you is to be patient and to believe in me.

Take a stand, my love. I’ll take it with you.

The word can be dark and uncertain and cruel. The only thing that matters is that we face it together. No matter what happens, you are my light.

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By liking THIS post, you are hereby giving me permission to bug you && your muse with interactions of all types. Random starters, memes && other such things without a fear that I’m annoying you. This also serves as a permission post to YOU. To let you know that you will NEVER annoy me if you tag me in things or send me memes!