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pre-established relationship hearts!

❤️send to have a romantic ship with my muse 🖤send to have a toxic ship with my muse 💛send to have a platonic ship with my muse 💚send to have a friends with benefits ship with my muse 💙send to have a partnership with my muse 💜send to have a love/hate relationship with my muse 💖send to have a past romance with my muse 💔send for a slow burn romance with my muse 💕send to have a family type relationship with my muse

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      feel free to change pronouns / wording !

warning for bad language.

“ you have to hide. ”

“ you have to get the fuck out of this terrible place. ”

“ guard your life, son, you have a calling. ”

“ you have to help me ! ”

“ you can’t make me. ”

“ don’t hurt me anymore. ”

“ who’s there ? ”

“ i want to share something with you. ”

“ just another ghost. ”

“ i didn’t want to have to do this to you. ”

“ you can’t leave. ”

“ accept the gospel and all doors will open before you. ”

“ get the fuck away from me ! ”

“ don’t you dare look at me. ”

“ i would like to kill him. ”

“ you look like you’ve seen a ghost. ”

“ what the fuck is the matter with you ? ”

“ what, you like to watch ? ”

“ just shut up and let me think for a minute. ”

“ i’d like you to stay quiet. ”

“ i detect sarcasm. ”

“ i need to tell you a secret. ”

“ i’m gonna need some help getting clean. ”

“ if you showed a caveman our technology, he would think it was magic. and if you showed modern man magic, he would think it was technology. ”

“ we have faith in all the wrong things. ”

“ you don’t have to be scared of me. ”

“ you must be exhausted. ”

“ heavier than you look. a little cardio wouldn’t kill you. ”

“ nose to the grindstone, i like that. ”

“ people get scared, they’re as like to turn to god as anything else. ”

“ don’t pass out on me. ”

“ you can’t control it. ”

“ if there’s one thing i cannot goddamn stand, it’s quitter. ”

“ i don’t make the rules. ”

“ you fucking sick motherfucker ! ”

“ you think i’m scared of anything ? ”

“ nobody cares about a few forgotten lunatics. ”

“ you are no longer in any danger. ”

“ mind over body. ”

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‘wouldn’t go out there, if i was you.’

The younger man paused, looking back at the agent with a hand on his hip, brow arched. Sure, the snow was coming down something awful, but unlike Mansley, he knew how to drive in it. The snow tires definitely helped.

James cracked the fan shades open with a finger, peering out into the snowfall. Damn, it really was a proper Nor’Easter out there--He grimaced. 

“I think I’ll be alright.” he said, though he wasn’t entirely convinced of it himself.

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(  — here’s james’ redesign! i’m still not satisfied with the dead version, but i’ll probably toy around with it more in the future. there isn’t much blood on his front, considering that his head was cut off while he was laying on his back and already dead )

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       →    SENTENCE MEMES I STARTED, DRAFTED, FORGOT ABOUT AND NOW CAN’T REMEMBER THE ORIGINS OF: A COLLECTION.

‘i just want something good for a change.’ ‘she likes it that you’re soft.’ ‘hey. this’ll be good for all of us.’ ‘the grumpier, the better.’ ‘just bugger off for the day.’ ‘he holds too much anger inside.’ ‘he needs to learn to let out his feelings.’ ‘why did you lie?’ you haven’t been sleeping.’ ‘if you scream, i will kill you. do you believe that?’ ‘i’m just trying to protect my family.’ ‘you terrorise people.’ ‘i’m clearly interrupting.’ ‘someone fell out the wrong side of the coffin this morning.’ ‘where the hell have you been?’ ‘you’re not in charge of me and i’m not a child.’ ‘do not touch that. please.’ ‘i’m a friend when you need one.’ ‘is it me or do i have the worst taste in men ever?’ ‘‘i just want to forget all about this.’ ‘uh… your face is a poem.’ ‘she’s been banished to switzerland.’ ‘he’s way too much of a knob for that.’ ‘put some clothes on man, this isn’t the jungle book!’ ‘i’ve licked every inch of that real estate.’ ‘one might say we are… on the run.’ ‘there’s nothing going on down there.’ ‘i get so much unwanted attention.’ ‘what matters lies in the heart.’ ‘it’s cool, thanks to my manoeuvres and shit.’ ‘no point hiding, mate.’ ‘wouldn’t go out there, if i was you.’ ‘i love barristas.’ ‘i’ll defend you.’ ‘i thought i’d read her some poetry.’ ‘d’you think she’d like some flowers?’ ‘trust me and my guns.’ ‘if you have anything you wanna get of your chest, you come and find me.’ ‘how could you trust someone who lies to you like that?’ ‘just… threaten him or something and find out what he knows.’ ‘i’m not your bloody henchman.’ ‘i don’t want to be that man again.’ ‘you can’t deny what you are.’ ‘bloody stairs.’ ‘finders keepers, losers weepers.’ ‘i could die for you.’ ‘he seems perfectly fine to me.’ ‘if i accept that, then i have to accept what i am too.’ ‘perhaps i don’t even possess a soul.’ ‘i’m sure he loves me. he knows i’m not a monster.’ ‘what if the house catches on fire?’ ‘what happens under the jumper stays under the jumper.’ ‘it’s not her fault. she didn’t do it on purpose.’ ‘i haven’t followed anyone home and thought about killing them.’ ‘we did the foxtrot naked, and that’s not even a euphemism.’ ‘he got out just in time.’ ‘i’m a monster, and you all deserve my contempt and my wrath.’ ‘silence him. just a bit.’ ‘must be hard to tell a child no.’ ‘do you feel guilty?’ ‘you always leave so early.’ ‘it’s a deal with the devil. i get waffles, he gets my soul.’ ‘why doesn’t she want my egg sandwich?’ ‘d’you think she’d want a surprise party?’ ‘it’s like a warm blanket coated in cheese powder.’ ‘you’re like the chilli’s of sex.’ ‘we weren’t right for each other.’ ‘it’s amazing how many people don’t really know anything about who they’re with.’ ‘i hate the word moist, but i gotta say— that is exactly what this is.’ ‘i made a mistake. i want you back.’ ‘this was fun and terrible.’ ‘i like to think actions speak louder than words.’ ‘he’d probably start some arboreal plague and turn the world into a mad max desert.’ ‘i don’t wanna know, that’s why i don’t open it.’ ‘we murdered him. we did the dirty work. she can’t take this from us.’ ‘so that’s how he’s parenting now? just throwing money at a problem?’ ‘this isn’t even close to the worst thing i’ve done.’ ‘have a drink with me tonight.’ ‘we’re not rivals, it’s not poetic, it’s just a drink.’ ‘do not bring me bad news.’

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The specter hunted. 

He wasn’t sure when he’d arrived here, nor how much time had actually passed. All he knew now was the whispers of the Entity, the trials, and the hatred that burned within him.

In the distance, a generator sputtered and backfired loudly, followed by a muttered string of curses. They were close. He’d counted the usual four coming in, but quick as they were, they were hard to spot. 

Turning, the spirit that had once been James Garreau slipped through the trees that mimicked his own woods, followed the whispers that seemed to almost travel on the wind.

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       “I could give you some pointers, i-if you’d be interested. I usually keep a few specimens frozen in the basement in case I get a hankering to practice.” Norman had perked up again. The promise of possible socialization with someone other than Mother– someone from the ‘outside world’– always got him excited.

       “But it’s o-obviously not a pastime for the faint of heart..” A sad smile tugged at the corners of Norman’s mouth, and his head tilted slightly to the side. “I’d understand if you declined.”

       It was a rather persisting fear of his that he would ever be seen as controlling or pushy. If someone where to spend time with him, he wanted it to be on their own accord, not because he unknowingly pressured them into saying ‘yes’. 

“Really?” The young man perked up, just as quickly off the subject of death as they had been on it. “I’ve never done it before, so I’m afraid I’d botch it....but I’d love to see you work.” 

That might take his mind of things, actually--While the paranoia of being followed had left him on the highway, the anxiety it had left in it’s wake remained. James jumped at any opportunity to get his mind off of it, even if his company was a bit odd. 

Then again, he was used to that--odd people. They usually made the best friends.

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(  — here’s james’ redesign! i’m still not satisfied with the dead version, but i’ll probably toy around with it more in the future. there isn’t much blood on his front, considering that his head was cut off while he was laying on his back and already dead )

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( -- would anyone be interested in a starter! )

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       Norman couldn’t help but laugh at that. “N-no, no, I-I don’t, ah.. I’m not a hunter. The bigger birds I buy from locals: mallards, hawks, the occasional eagle, even. I’ve done a number of well-paying jobs for ‘em. The smaller ones…” He trailed off hesitantly, trying to figure out how to properly phrase what he wanted to say without sounding like a sadist.

       “W-well– there’s.. there’s a bird feeder outside of the mansion th-that I.. utilize on occasion…” Norman fidgeted with the hem of his sweater as he struggled nervously through his words. “Sometimes I’ll use a– a poison on the seeds to get cardinals, sparrows, u-uh.. mockingbirds… Little ones like those.”

That gave James pause, though he tried not to let it show. “Ah,” he said simply, nodding along. He supposed that that would have been the only way to get such small birds, after all, besides waiting around for one to run into a window or something. And how often did that happen? Still, something about it sent a chill down his spine. Poor little things, flying to their deaths and not even knowing.

That was the way of things, though, wasn’t it?

“Well, you do a pretty good job on them. Look like they could just start flapping their wings and flying away. I’d always wanted to try taxidermy, but...” he shrugged, trailing off.

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[ beckon ]

non-sexual acts of dominance .[ beckon ] your muse beckoning mine to them without speaking .

      Of all the supernatural occurrences Kent put any stock in without evidence, it was ghosts. It was a rather simple conclusion that had lead him to have such a belief: if ghosts didn’t exist, who was to say that the afterlife didn’t? And so he believed in ghosts, as the alternative was something he couldn’t stomach.  

      So when his office had been phoned about sightings of a apparition mutilating people in the manner of its murder Kent had been less than enthused to investigate further. What would come of him proving it was real? There was no way even the American government was equipped to deal with such a threat.  

      And now he heard something calling to him. In the woods where Garraeu, James had reportedly been killed. 

      “…Fuck this.” His knees could curse him in the morning. He started jogging back the way he’d come, smoke from his pipe trailing behind him like a trail from a steam engine.

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TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD (1962) // SENTENCE STARTERS

feel free to change these to your liking !

it wasn’t a very big world, but neither was i.

are we poor?

why don’t you come down and have your breakfast now?

i’m not coming down.

suit yourself.

you tend to your own marbles.

he won’t let me have a gun.

you count your blessings and stop complaining, both of you.

you look right puny for your age.

i’m little, but i’m old.

there goes the meanest man who ever took a breath of life.

well, judging from his tracks, he’s about six and a half feet tall. he eats raw squirrels and all the cats he can catch. there’s a long, jagged scar running across his face. his teeth are yellow and rotten. his eyes popped. and he drools most of the time.

aw, i don’t believe you!

he’s liable to come out with his scissors and stab us all.

don’t you say “hey” to me, you ugly girl.

listen to me when i’m talking to you. 

don’t your daddy teach you to respect old people? 

sometimes the bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whiskey bottle in the hand of another.

you look like a picture this afternoon.

i want you to stop tormenting those poor people and stay away from there.

i don’t think we better read anymore tonight, honey. it’s getting late.

can i see your watch?

can i sit with you for a while?

you’re up bright and early.

i’ve been up since four.

have you had breakfast?

i ain’t scared.

i want you back home right away.

do you want to poison yourself?

time for bed.

come on, i’ll tuck you in.

let’s see if you can read this.

what in the sam hill are you doing?

now, now. none of that crying.

you never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view.

there are lots of ugly things in this world, son.

you take that back!

cut the fighting, you hear?

i don’t care what the reasons are. you need to keep your temper under control.

you aren’t old enough to understand some things yet.

if you shouldn’t be defending him, why are you doing it?

not tonight.

don’t you touch him!

why don’t you have a seat? that chair’s mighty comfortable.

will you take me home?

neighbors bring food with death, and flowers with sickness, and little things in between. 

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moodboard meme

✿ -- general moodboard // requested by @daddydreadwolf, @motelmirrors

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       James’ smile quickly prompted one of his own. It wasn’t often Norman was doted upon by strangers, or even given the chance to speak about himself.

       “Yes, a-as a matter of fact.” Norman’s chest puffed rather proudly. He had to pause a moment to restrain himself from immediately beginning to overshare. “It started off as a hobby, but.. It’s become a bit bigger than that over the years.” His impatient gaze finally rested on the stuffed long-eared owl in the corner; the crown jewel of the otherwise unremarkable motel parlor. “Hobbies aren’t supposed to f-fill your time, just help to pass it.”

       The light blush that dusted his cheeks started to renew itself, and he glanced off with a slightly embarrassed expression. “Do you–? Uh, do you have any hobbies?” He had nearly forgotten his manners. “I-if you don’t mind me asking, that is.”

“Oh, some,” James said absently, following the manager--Norman’s--gaze. “I guess I have a lot of little ones, but back home I make and sell collages.” Not that he’d had a chance to do that in awhile. Even if driving cross-country had been one of his longtime goals, it didn’t leave much for doing his art. Not that it sold particularly well in the first place.

His gaze meandered back towards the other man, his friendly smile returning. “Do you hunt ‘em yourself, or are they mostly found? It’s always good to talk to another artist.”