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i NEED to get back here and i absolutely will soon. so sorry for vanishing. life is kicking my ass.

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hello, all!!

i am not gone, and i will be back to writing so so soon! life has been hectic with the holidays and everything, as well as me being sick since christmas, i've barely been able to function.

i apologise for the abrupt disappearance but i'll be back in the next few days x

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replies are drafted and ready to send and i'll reply to dms in the next few hours after i sleep !!

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there were often times in which the vampire was plagued with what little recollection came from this time. the smell of burnt skin, of blood still upon daniel's neck. it was horrendous, and louis couldn't help but feel incredibly guilty. thinking of what could have been if louis had not offered the other such an interesting proposition, if he had not coaxed him in with underlying subtext of intimacy, combined with the promise of drugs to fuel a addiction he knew he shouldn't give him. what if he hadn't attacked him? what if ( ... ) he hadn't had that argument and declared him such a fascination to him? such excitement he felt around him in comparison to the other vampire.

louis and his fascinating boy.

all this time was spent dwelling on what could have been, all of which would have differed if other parts of his life had gone a different path. what if he hadn't met lestat de lioncourt? if he hadn't been made into such a monster? if he hadn't met claudia, and saved her, becoming the angel she so declared him to be? even though ever since his brother passed he has felt moreso like the devil - just as his mother had once said. all of these flashed through his mind, and a part of him wished. hoped. almost prayed, that this was some sick hallucination. some sick and twisted mind game that his schizophrenia decided to pull forward, and create somebody so beautiful - only to end up hurting him.

he blamed himself, this wasn't a new thing. he'd blamed himself for most things in his life. paul, lestat, claudia, madeleine. and now daniel's name lay at the bottom of that list.

it was only when daniel's hand laid upon his shoulder, and after an utterance of forgiveness, did louis allow bloodied tears to prick at his waterline. it was a relief to hear those words, yet he didn't feel as though he deserved such a thing. he felt as if he deserved anything but that. a slap, yelling. hell, he would've let it happen without a fight, "you deserve more," is muttered, strained and clearly on the verge of cracking. glancing away in a pointless attempt to rid of the tears, yet some fall anyway. looking back towards him with slight red tear stains upon cheeks. someone so pulchritudinous, and his actions had hurt him, and daniel deserved more than just his apology. he deserved an apology from armand, too. from the man that truly hurt him. yet louis was the only one who had physically scarred daniel.

a hand lifts as green eyes stay locked with daniel's own, curling around daniel's wrist, as if he was making sure that his touch was real, "you deserve more than just words from me, and you deserve it from him too - but i have no idea where he is." he admitted, thumb rubbing against the inside of his wrist, feeling his pulse beneath the pad of his thumb, "after what he did, after how he hurt you, once i was healed - i was gone." how could he stay with him after seeing part of his true colours? he had no clue who that man was that night, but it was not who he declared his love for. that was not the person he met in paris, and in the hours that he had spent with daniel, he was so much more fascinating than armand had ever been.

"i'm sorry i can't give you what is deserved, that i can't erase what happened in a way that wouldn't pain you." he said quietly, eyes staying trained to his, nothing but sincerity behind them.

" i remember ... everything. " asked by ; @pinksopaque

five years had passed since louis de pointe du lac had faced the man before him. daniel molloy, the fascinating reporter armand so graciously held captive after louis had an unfortunate meeting with the sun. he barely remembers the first day. only a few minutes prior to said meeting, louis attacked daniel, so hungry to taste the drugs within his veins, amongst the taste of his blood. and he remembers that, yet not the state he went into before he went up towards the roof. but he remembers the feel of his flesh burning beneath the rays that shone down on him, he remembers his own cry of pain, he remembers the smell, too. it was horrific. a terrible day, all triggered by the mention of her.

'BUT SHE DIDN'T LOVE YOU -'

it replayed over and over again in his mind, the one prominent thing that he remembered, and how deeply hurt he felt by the words thrown at him. granted, it was a valid reaction to what louis had thrown at him prior, but that was besides the point. however, louis was not the only one that had been hurt that day. daniel was too. louis' mistake had lead to an innocent being hurt by not only him - but also armand, being tortured. a man only wanting a story worth telling, a story worth selling. yet instead, he had been handed a trauma sentence, starting from louis himself.

days were spent of louis being unable to do anything, laying in his coffin to rest, to heal, as armand spent those days taking out his anger on somebody who did not deserve it. in and out of consciousness, and whenever he could, louis was yelling, begging, almost praying for armand to stop the torture of someone he deemed so pure. he had only been curious, and instead of a good story, he got something to be put away in hopes therapy might fix what had been done, and it was only today that louis had gathered the courage to come and actually see him - to say he was sorry, the guilt having been eating him alive. because maybe, just maybe, if he hadn't attacked him - armand may have let him go. he'd have taken the tape and allowed him to go on his merry way. but louis had no idea how truly cruel armand could be - unaware of other things done in the past.

there was a dry swallow, eyes shifting from the face in front of him. features so familiar, just the slightest bit more mature than they were those five years ago. but he looked good, despite everything, "i'm sorry," the words finally came from him, though he's sure they meant nothing. all things considering, words did not erase what had been done, "i really am sorry." he furthered, green hues lifting once again to look at daniel, "none of what happened t' you was far, and you were only there because i'd convinced you to be." his voice carried sincerity, and he meant them entirely.

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tumblr just deleting my WHOLE reply bc my wifi cut out ... what if this was my 13th reASONNNN

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thinking of adding spencer reid as a muse here, would anybody be interested in writing with him? 😗

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blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death.

𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

" that's a lot of blood. "

" it isn't mine. "

" what did you do ? "

[ sigh ] " what did you do ? "

" come on. have a taste. "

" holy shit, are you okay ? "

" it looks worse than it feels. "

" you should see the other guy. "

" it's a good look on you. you should get covered in blood more often. "

" lean on me. "

" oh my god. oh my god, oh my god, what the fuck ? is that what i fucking think it is ? "

" . . . gross. "

[ standing over a body ] " oops. "

" is that a fucking body ? "

" look, i'm sorry, okay ? "

" what the hell happened ? "

" before you say anything, it wasn't me. "

" at least it wasn't me this time. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. "

" look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

" i'm not scared of you. "

" you don't scare me. "

" shut up and let me help you. "

" i got your shirt all bloody. "

" let's get you cleaned up. "

" that looks like it hurts. "

" i'm fine, just. . . give me a minute. "

" we are so fucked. "

" what the fuck is wrong with you ? "

" are you gonna help me clean it up or not ? "

" the fucker deserved it. "

" red looks good on you. "

" what the hell did you do ; tap - dance all over the body with ice - skates ? "

" what, did you run over the body with your car a couple times after ? "

" i. . . i didn't mean to. . . "

" sorry. fuck, i'm sorry. "

" this isn't what it looks like. "

" it was an accident. "

" motherfucker ran right into my knife, i swear. "

" people need to look both ways before crossing. . . bullets. "

" would you believe me if i said wrong place, wrong time ? "

" hey, look at me. i don't care. are you okay ? "

" they deserved it, right ? please tell me they deserved it. "

" you're bleeding. "

" what the fuck happened to you ? "

" you're getting blood on the carpet. "

" sit down before you fall down. "

" that looks like a you problem. "

𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽 :

sender spits out a mouthful of blood at receiver's feet

sender spits out a mouthful of blood on receiver

receiver finds sender covered in blood

sender tries desperately to stop receiver's bleeding

sender helps receiver clean up after a kill

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with a washcloth

sender wipes blood from receiver's face with their thumb

sender licks receiver's blood off a knife

sender licks receiver's blood off their thumb

sender lights up a cigarette a foot away from someone they killed before offering one to receiver

receiver finds sender stood over a body

sender stitches up receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender digs their finger into receiver's wound [ optional wound placement ]

sender frantically checks receiver for injuries under all the blood

sender guides receiver's bloody hands under a faucet / water source and begins washing them clean

sender bites receiver hard enough to draw blood

sender tilts receiver's head back to staunch a nosebleed

sender draws a smiley face out of the blood they spilled :)

receiver finds sender cleaning up a kill in a daze

sender looks receiver in the eye as they shoot / stab / kill someone

sender ruffles receiver's hair, getting blood all over their hand

sender gets some of receiver's blood on them and makes a face

sender flicks blood at receiver to annoy them

sender stomps in a pool of blood to splash it on receiver

sender slips in their victim's blood but receiver steadies them before they can fall

sender steadies receiver when they slip in the blood sender spilled

receiver comes home to sender covered in blood and waiting for them with all the lights off

sender spits out a tooth and it hits receiver

sender tries to wipe blood off receiver but the blood on their hands just makes it worse

sender takes an injury meant for receiver

sender shows up on receiver's doorstep covered in blood

sender sits down quietly next to receiver after receiver kills someone

sender punches receiver in the mouth

receiver watches sender lick the blood off their fingers like its cheeto dust

sender helps receiver bury a body

sender hugs receiver just to get their victim's blood all over them <3

sender hugs receiver just to get their blood all over them <3

sender leans on receiver for support

sender kills someone to protect receiver

receiver finds sender in a frenzy maiming a body after they've already killed it

sender kills someone and the blood spatters on receiver

receiver finds sender desperately trying to wash the blood off of themself

sender kisses receiver to taste the blood on their busted lip

sender shoots / stabs receiver non - fatally as a warning

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𝑆𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍 ( 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 ) dir. emerald fennell  /  feel  free  to  change  pronouns  and  subjects  as  you  see  fit  !

❛ i wasn’t in love with him. ❜

❛ i loved him. of course! it was impossible not to. ❜

❛ everyone loved you. everyone wanted to be around you. ❜

❛ i protected him. i was honest with him. ❜

❛ it's just you and me, mate. and the girl with agoraphobia, but she's in her room. ❜

❛ are you telling me you spent your summer reading the bible? ❜

❛ oh no no. not, uh, friend. more an admirer. from afar. ❜

❛ so you're picking apart the style my essay instead of the substance? ❜

❛ it's not what you argue but how. ❜

❛ fuck, that's kind. are you serious? ❜

❛ i don't smoke. ❜

❛ he’s been expelled from almost every school in england for sucking off the teachers. ❜

❛ there aren’t any pictures of me as a kid. ❜

❛ you look different. ❜

❛ harsh! that is so harsh! you’re such a snob! ❜

❛ only rich people can afford to be this filthy. ❜

❛ do you think he'll be jealous? ❜

❛ no, i'm not like you. this is all i have. ❜

❛ this feels a bit fucking stupid now to be honest. ❜

❛ honestly? i don't think i'll ever go home again. ❜

❛ just be yourself! they'll love you! ❜

❛ everybody just goes to ruin, i suppose. ❜

❛ but darling you're kind about everyone, you can't be trusted. ❜

❛ i have a complete and utter horror of ugliness. ❜

❛ because you're a terrible person? ❜

❛ daddy always said that i'd end up at the bottom of the thames. ❜

❛ fucking hell you gave me a fright. ❜

❛ i wanted to have a look at the moon. it's nearly full. do you know what that means? ❜

❛ i'm cold blooded. we're all cold blooded, haven't you noticed? ❜

❛ because you’re so fucking beautiful. ❜

❛ you're in your see-through nightdress underneath my window. ❜

❛ i could just eat you. ❜

❛ lucky for you i'm a vampire. ❜

❛ bring on the slutty fairies. ❜

❛ it's just fucking cringe, mate. ❜

❛ what a little shit-stirrer. ❜

❛ it’s just so disappointing. you're just another one of his toys. ❜

❛ alright, fuck this. i'm getting a drink. ❜

❛ are you going to behave from now on? ❜

❛ i mean, you’re a fucking liar… why would you lie? ❜

❛ ...i just wanted to be your friend. ❜

❛ you can’t ignore me forever. ❜

❛ can you fuck off and bother somebody else? ❜

❛ you really do notice everything don't you? ❜

❛ you can’t just throw me away. ❜

❛ i just gave you what you wanted. like everyone else does! ❜

❛ everyone puts on a show for you. so i’m sorry if my performance wasn’t good enough. ❜

❛ i just need you to understand how much i fucking love you. ❜

❛ i'm still the same person. ❜

❛ i don't know what you are. but i do know you make my fucking blood run cold. ❜

❛ it was the end of everything. ❜

❛ none of us wants your bloody american feelings! ❜

❛ your politeness is so grating. do you know that? ❜

❛ you're always skulking around. weaving your spider web. ❜

❛ i think you're a moth. quiet. harmless. drawn to shiny things. batting up against the window… just desperate to get in. ❜

❛ you've made your holes in everything. you'll eat us from the inside out. ❜

❛ you ate him right up. and you licked the fucking plate.❜

❛ have you been happy? ❜

❛ i loved you. by god, i loved you. but sometimes i... hated you.❜

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hey hi, omg. thank you all so much for the love and asks and stuff, i hope i'm doing okay so far!

i am so new here and literally would be so lost without @pinksopaque <3 (ily tysm).

i'll be around more later but it's currently 6am for me so i need to go rest. feel free to keep sending things for people!

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" i don’t need a break. i’m okay. " asked by ; @pinksopaque

it had been almost a year and a half since the passing of a friend - since the passing of marjorie's husband, mamun. since he lost a friend to the hands of a war. yet, somehow amidst the loss, word had been misconstrued, blame misplaced, and the only two people who knew any differently were thomas and marjorie.

everybody thought it was her ; but thomas knew the truth. he watched this man pass from beside him. a bullet taken to the chest, right through the heart - and yet somehow, it was marjorie's fault. but it truly wasn't. thomas saw it happen, thomas was the man that carried his body back from the battle field so his body could go home.

nightmares kept him awake, an inkling of shellshock lingering behind his façade, and like her he kept busy. him with his business, he even got married himself, but like mamun - grace had passed too. another death of someone he loved right before his eyes. and now he was a widower as she was a widow, and he kept himself busy even more so.

visiting the hospital to help out every so often, donating money - sometimes blood. it was the least he could do now that the war was over, and despite it being won, he felt empty. he was a changed man now, hardened by war. but nobody could deny that he was kind, sometimes.

but now, today, upon his visit - he finally stopped marjorie in her tracks. always on her feet. he hadn't seen her sit down since he came home, and he could tell she was overworking herself.

"ya' do need a break, you've been on ya' bloody feet for over fifteen hours, mar'. sit down, will ya'?" it wasn't really a question, nor a choice. more so a command as he carefully took his glasses off, before taking her current task at hand, and passing it off to another nurse.

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PLOT IDEAS I'M ALWAYS UP FOR

1. boss & secretary secret affair 2. married man hooking up with a younger girl and their relationship develops into something more, but he refuses to get a divorce because of his reputation. 3. brother's best friend fooling around with the younger sister. 4. angry make-up sex. 5. modern romeo & juliet. rivaling families with big and successful businesses set in ny or london, forbidden love affair. 6. parents adjusting to having a new born. making time for each other, having sex after the baby arrived, a seductive nanny perhaps?

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𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐢.

mother’s daughter: muse a has had a pretty rough childhood. when her mother was a teen, she got pregnant early with muse a and was tormented relentlessly. it made her snap and attempt to kill the girls who were making fun of her. in the end, she was apprehended and put in a mental health facility to live out the rest of her days. fast forward 20+ years and muse b is the child of the ‘final girl’. everyone thought that the baby had not been born, but muse a is out there, terrorizing muse b and their friends because of what happened to her mother. she could be hiding in plain sight, being friends with the group (and has been for years) or is a stranger.

bury a friend: after a freak accident, muse a and muse b accidentally kill their mutual friend. whether or not it’s an actual accident is up to you. muse a goes completely numb, and muse b is picking up the pieces, trying to figure out how to get away from the guilt. muse a ends up having a taste for killing, and muse b is left trying to clean up their messes so they don’t get caught. 

twisted teeth: muse a is part of a coven of prominent vampires, who don’t often associate with other beings… especially humans. however, muse a is a bit of a rebel and likes to blend in with humans as a bit of a game. but when they meet muse b, everything changes. there is a primal desire to bond in a way that muse a has never felt before. now muse a is trying to figure out how to come clean to muse b, all the while trying not to feed from them. 

maneater: two cannibals who fall in love, but neither of them know that they eat people and their taste seems to be for each other. think of mr. and mrs. smith, but instead of having a hit on each other… they’re just cannibals. 

writer in the dark: muse a is a wanderer, going from place to place and just living life with nothing holding them back. muse b is a beautiful recluse, potentially some sort of demon/witch, who lives in a cabin in the middle of the woods. muse a ends up stumbling upon this cabin, and ends up getting locked in there with muse b. there is no way out, so muse a begins to learn how to live with muse b and being their muse.

rhiannon: muse a is a historian studying the hauntings of an old ghost in a small town, and has moved into a cheap mansion on the hill. newcomers will be bewitched by the ghost’s song. muse b is the ghost in question, burned by a scorned lover so she wouldn’t say his secrets. the ghost was murdered in the mansion that muse a is living in, and only comes to life when a resident is there. muse a finds themselves bewitched by the song and voice of muse b, who has been materializing in front of them. except it seems that the two are falling in love in an unconventional way. 

bring me to life: muse a and muse b were newly weds when muse a died suddenly. muse b did everything they could to save them, and was greeted by a demon after a last ditch effort to bring their love back to life. they do a ritual, and end up beginning muse a back to life… except something is wrong. muse a has some sort of bloodlust, and muse b has to figure out how to satiate it as they navigate living new life.

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⠀⠀⠀𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒. ♡

Below you’ll find five plots created inspired by the songs of the swedish group ABBA. These can be used in romantic plots, but also adapted for other types of narrative.

ONE OF US. ( 1981, The Visitors )

Muse a and muse b had a relationship for a few years, but broke up for having very opposite visions of life. Muse a is an artist, sees the world in color and dreams of knowing more about everything, being an enthusiast of all things creative and artistic. Meanwhile, muse b is a businessperson who comes from a traditional family and has always dreamed of becoming the best in their field and living a peaceful life. A few years after breaking up, they meet again, having achieved some of their dreams. Muse a is a recognized artist, travels the world and can live life according to their own wishes, while muse b has achieved a high position in a global company, is recognized and lectures on business and how to achieve objectives. However, they both feel there is something missing in their lives and cannot feel truly fulfilled. The reunion therefore causes mixed feelings, mainly fights about the past, about how muse a cried for months or how muse b felt too small and useless. But something inside them still shines through and maybe there's still a chance. Or will someone get hurt in this story once again?

WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE ME? ( 1976, Arrival )

In a charming seaside village lives muse a, a talented young violinist whose passion for music sets them apart from the rest. Cheerful as ever, their contagious joy and love of life has always attracted curious eyes, especially those of muse b, an introspective painter who finds beauty in the little things. Their lives take an unexpected turn when a summer festival is announced in the town, promising a talent contest. Muse a and muse b end up getting involved in the planning of the contest, causing them to suddenly grow closer and start spending a lot of time together, whether naturally or not. Because muse a is very authentic and distracted, they get into a lot of trouble to make the contest happen, which forces muse b out of their comfort zone. Feelings begin to emerge naturally, making them think "Why did it have to be me?" and deciding, unaware of the other's decision, to perform in the show as a way of expressing their feelings.

MONEY, MONEY, MONEY. ( 1976, Arrival )

In the busy alleys of a bustling city, muse a is trapped in a routine of debt and financial difficulties. Working tirelessly at a job that barely pays the bills, they dream of a life of luxury and comfort. In a twist of fate, muse a meets muse b, a charismatic businessperson who has always lived in a world where money has never been a problem. When they notice muse a's situation, muse b decides to hide their lifestyle for fear of being attracted to them for that reason alone. Muse a begins to get closer to muse b, having someone to talk to who seems to understand everything. However, muse b's lies start to cause a lot of confusion for both of them and they have to choose whether they really want muse a to live in a lie forever or to tell the truth.

LAY ALL YOUR LOVE ON ME. ( 1980, Supertrouper )

In the picturesque setting of a coastal island lives muse a, a lonely sculptor whose heart was closed after a traumatic relationship. Everything changes when they meet muse b, a mysterious person who arrives on the island in search of a fresh start. As they grow closer, muse a discovers the painful secrets that muse b hides, making their time together a way to begin to heal past wounds. Discovering they've both been through toxic relationships and a series of betrayals, muse a and muse b contemplate the possibility of love no longer existing and have to deal with this situation. But when muse b's former partner turns up on the island looking for reconciliation, muse a realizes that their hearts are no longer closed to love. They're completely won over by muse b and will do whatever to have them.

WATERLOO. ( 1974, Waterloo )

Muse a is a determined and charismatic person who works as a tour guide in a historic town. Their lives change when they meet muse b, a charming and enigmatic historian. Their attraction is immediate, but they soon discover sharing a rivalry in the search for information about an ancient secret of the city. As muse a and muse b compete to unravel the centuries-old mystery in an almost real war of espionage and tactics, they discover how they'll need to combine the information they've collected individually if they really want to uncover the secret. As time goes by, they discover more in common than previously thought, find it much easier to work together and start to having a lot of fun with everything discovering more of the town and themselfs.

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THE SOUNDS OF NIGHTMARES SENTENCE STARTERS .

a collection of roleplay / writing prompts , lifting quotes from " the sounds of nightmares " podcast based in the little nightmares universe .

" the look on your face says there's more on your mind . "

" would you like to talk about it ? "

" how are you feeling today ? "

" do you remember your nightmares ? "

" i remember ... everything . "

" i'm not sure that's true . "

" i woke up somewhere i didn't belong . "

" i don't quite follow . "

" can you try to explain ? "

" you can't understand . not unless you were there . "

" hey ! where are we ?! "

" they aren't children . not at all . "

" my mind was divided , and that's not fair to you . "

" everything is going to get worse from here . "

" help me ! please help me ! "

" who brought me here ? "

" i'll do everything i can to help you . "

" there's nothing bad inside you . nothing . "

" we're in this together . "

" take your pick . "

" sweets for my sweet . "

" do you know a way out of here ? "

" what are you working on ? "

" we're friends . friends tell each other things . "

" i'll play with you . "

" don't overdo it . "

" you were right there ! don't tell me you did nothing ! "

" you're upset with me , aren't you ? "

" are you going to leave ? like all the others ? "

" whatever you desire , it's yours . "

" everyone needs someone . "

" don't leave me alone ! "

" are you still angry with me ? "

" i'll protect you . "

" i hate being alone . "

" i understand more than you think . "

" you mean to escape , don't you ? "

" you're being unfair . "

" i can't help you if you hide things from me . "

" why did you bring me here ? "

" what do you want ? "

" why didn't you tell me ? "

" you promised me . "

" i don't feel like talking . "

" you never listen . "

" we can face these monsters together . "

" i need you . "

" i have nothing more to give . "

" take my hand again . "

" you abandoned me . "

" the more time you spend with someone , the harder it becomes to hide who you really are . "

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PROMPTS FROM "LONG LOST" BY LORD HURON *  assorted lines from the album, adjust as necessary

the sky doesn't care what my poor heart wants.

the moon doesn't mind that i'm left all alone.

if you ever wanna see my face again, i wanna know.

if you ever get lonely, please let me know.

don't laugh. you'll make me cry.

so long. good luck. goodbye.

i know we will be together.

in my mind, you're mine forever.

don't wait. it's time to go.

if you really wanna stay, i'll go alone.

we really should've left here long ago.

keep moving.

love is strange.

i can't sleep without you.

everybody lies.

i'll never doubt you.

i don't want to die, but i can't live without you.

i'm much too young to die.

i've been lost before.

i have traveled many miles.

i don't wanna walk no more.

every road and every highway led me right back to your door.

love me like you used to.

i dream most every night that i never left you.

do you love me anymore?

i know i've made mistakes, but i am different now.

i've changed.

will you know me from the rest?

will you let me lay beside you?

will you grant me my request?

i swear this time around i'm gonna stay.

when i dream, i'll only dream of you.

i curse the goddamn day that i went and left you.

meet me in the city.

put on the dress you wore the night we met.

you and me are gonna paint this town.

we'll go wild and seize the night.

am i not the one you're dreaming of, my angel?

go home and say goodbye forever.

tell your ball and chain you won't be back around.

forget the life you had and don't look back.

if our love is so wrong, tell me, why does it feel so right?

let me go free forever.

i've got a place in the world.

i found my way.

send me to the mountains.

i have a tale or two to tell you.

the booze just makes me slow.

there's a method to my madness.

there's a reason why i'm still living here.

i made a promise when i left for the coast.

i got along for a while i guess.

it took everything i had.

i gotta find a way out of this mess.

i'm in trouble and it sure looks bad.

i have a thought or two to share with you.

the gambling left me poor.

i get by, but i'm tired of myself.

i just want us to be who we were long ago.

you're my long lost love.

where did the time go?

may you live until you die.

it's hard to make friends when you're half in the grave.

i ain't dead yet, and i got something to say.

you got holes in your clothes and booze on your breath.

you look like hell and you smell like death.

you're tired of me, i'm tired of you.

turn around and leave it to myself.

i don't want to lose you.

i can't stay here. i just can't.

told you i would never leave you all alone, but i lied.

i read your letter in the morning by the lake.

i lied.

so much to say, but my words mean nothing.

if i leave in the night, i'll only be running.

the world keeps turning.

it isn't for you, and it ain't for me.

i'll make a deal with the devil.

what does it mean if it all means nothing?

[scintillaisms]

PROMPTS FROM "LONESOME DREAMS" BY LORD HURON *  assorted lines from the album, adjust as necessary

i'm gonna see where it leads.

would you follow me?

there's a world that was meant for our eyes to see.

i'm gonna whistle a tune.

please don't say i'm going alone.

i'm ready to die for you.

what good is living a life you've been given if all you do is stand in one place?

i'm still gonna try.

i guess i'm going alone.

it's time to run.

they'll string me up for all that i've done.

i'm going soon, gonna leave tonight.

i did it all for you.

what's a man to say?

they'll be looking for me.

i should be on my way.

i will not ask for your forgiveness.

lower your defense.

please don't tell them where i went.

i feel i should know this place.

what am i destined to be?

it's a mystery.

please don't leave me alone.

can it be as real as it seems?

i'm going away for a long time.

she's in my every thought.

she left no trace.

when i last saw her, she was dancing alone.

i'll search the world until there's no place left to go.

i remember the fateful day when i ran away.

you told me i couldn't return.

you made me swear i'd never forget.

i made a vow i'd see you again.

i've been running a long, long time.

i can't seem to leave it behind.

we're all gonna die.

i love this world and i don't wanna leave it.

they say that death is a deal that you cannot refuse.

i love you, and i don't want to lose you.

i want to be the man that lives forever.

my life's better when we're together.

why can't our story just go on forever?

they say life without end wouldn't have any meaning.

the point of my life is to be with you, baby.

where have you been, darling?

what have you done?

you were out finding trouble again.

there's blood on your hands.

come inside and lie down to sleep.

rest awhile. they're coming for you.

there's a price to be paid for the things that we do.

dream of when you were innocent.

this kind of trouble won't just go away.

lay down your head, and i'll sing you to sleep.

how long have i known you?

some kind of trouble is coming.

i will stand by you.

i've shared my life with you.

you say we're not like the others.

all things must end.

i know we can't stop what's coming.

will you fight with me?

don't turn away.

don't tell me that we're not the same.

our time will come, but not today.

i stand beside you. i'm with you 'til the end.

you've been done for a long, long time.

you've been on my mind.

you are the purest soul i've ever known in my life.

you know where you can find me again.

when you left, i was far too young.

i would wait for a thousand years.

you just let me know that you're coming home, and i'll wait for you.

years have gone by, but the pain is the same.

you are my protector and my best friend.

they say you're gone, and that i should move on.

how do they know? well, they don't.

i can't trust anyone or anything these days.

if you are who you say you are, then show your face.

your voice... it sounds familiar.

you are not what you seem.

i've decided if it kills me, i'll find out what you're about.

i'm not afraid to die.

i've kept close watch upon you and i don't like what i see.

[scintillaisms]

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