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me: i’ll come back to tumblr. it’ll be great!

me, with no idea where to even get things started again: huh

but anyway i made a new blog go follow me @deathsaura

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i promised rosebug that i would make her cry tomorrow so the pressure is on to deliver

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westworld, part 1. s1e1 - the original.

i’m sorry. i’m not quite feeling myself.

do you know where you are?

i’m in a dream.

would you like to wake up from this dream.

i’m terrified.

there’s nothing to be afraid of, ____, as long as you answer my questions correctly.

have you ever questioned the nature of your reality?

tell us what you think of your world.

some people choose to see the ugliness in this world. the disarray. i choose to see the beauty. to believe there is an order to our days, a purpose.

you’re new. not got much of a rind on you.

i’d rather earn a woman’s affection than pay for it.

don’t mind me — just trying to look chivalrous.

you saying i’m predictable?

there’s a path for everyone. your path leads you back to me.

you still don’t remember me, do you? after all we’ve been through.

winning doesn’t mean anything unless someone else loses. which means you’re here to be the loser.

i’ll do whatever you say!

every new person i meet reminds me how lucky i am to be alive, and how beautiful this world can be.

perfect’s boring.

we should be cautious.

i’ll take care of it myself.

they don’t make that like they used to.

i’m not a child anymore.

it’s beautiful. your brow. when you’re angry but trying to control it, the fine muscles pull into a little arc. it’s elegant.

this place is fucking wild.

there’s bandits in these hills.

the guy’s gonna chase his demons right over the deep end.

i’m beginning to think you’re getting sweet on me.

‘mistakes’ is the word you’re too embarrassed to use. you ought not to be. you’re a product of a trillion of them.

evolution forged the entirety of sentient life on this planet using only one tool. the mistake.

about three litres. that’s how much blood i left in you. lose more than that, you die.

i don’t play. i only deal.

you should go. leave. don’t you see? hell is empty and all the devils are here.

i can barely contain myself.

you’re all here indulging your particular vices, and so i’ve come to indulge mine.

no matter how dirty the business, do it well.

problem with the righteous? they can’t shoot for shit.

it didn’t look like anything to me.

what do you want to say to your maker?

the things i will do… what they are, yet i know not, but they will be the terrors of the earth.

you’re in a prison of your own sins.

no cause for alarm, ____. simply our old work coming back to haunt us.

come on, sweetheart.

i know things will work out the way they’re meant to.

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There’s two reasons to go to Iceland. The aurora borealis, and Riley Blue. One is a natural phenomenon, so beautiful it will blow your mind. And the other is just some pretty lights in the sky.

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* hurt prompts

‘ are you bleeding? ’

‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’

‘ where does it hurt? ’ 

‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’

‘ how did you get that black eye? ’ 

‘ you should see the other guy. ’ 

‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’

‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’

‘ i’ll get some ice. ’ 

‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’

‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’

‘ what’s wrong with you? ’

‘ you can barely stand. ’

‘ did you throw the first punch? ’

‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’

‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’

‘ at least bandage it. ’ 

‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’ 

‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’

‘ you���re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’

‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’

‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’

‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’

‘ what happened to you? ’

‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’

‘ are those bandages? ’

‘ you need stitches. ’

‘ look out for that tree branch. ’

‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’

‘ lean on me. ’

‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’

‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’  

‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’

‘ lie down. ’

‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’

‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’

‘ wake up! wake up! ’

‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’

‘ look at your face! ’

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send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on

I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!

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                night in the woods → sentence starters

slightly edited in some cases to work for rp purposes. feel free to change phrasing or pronouns to fit your muse(s)!

❝ Do you think we’d be friends if we weren’t, like, stuck together in the same town? ❞

❝ My entire life feels like running after something that keeps moving away into the distance, while I stay in the same place. ❞

❝ I believe in a universe that doesn’t care and people who do. ❞

❝ We’re all gonna die if we don’t keep living. ❞

❝ Go legally braindead from lack of oxygen due to choking on my entire ass! ❞

❝ There is not one person on God’s Earth who doesn’t love tacos! ❞

❝ I am so scared all the time and the fear hurts. ❞

❝ Pretty amazing, to be something at least. ❞

❝ I have really up up days and really down down days. And I don’t know which it is until it’s over sometimes. ❞

❝ Plastic bags are the ghosts of supermarkets. ❞

❝ Being the only queer people in town sucks. ❞

❝ Not knowing how something worked used to seem like… magic. Now not knowing means it might be going wrong and I may not be able to fix it . ❞

❝ When I die, I want it to hurt. When my friends leave, when I have to let go, when this entire town is wiped off the map, I want it to hurt. Bad. I want to lose. I want to get beaten up. I want to hold on until I’m thrown off and everything ends. And you know what? Until that happens, I want to hope again. And I want it to hurt. Because that means it meant something.  ❞

❝ It’s a fantastic ass right? ❞

❝ No fascists at this party! ❞

❝ You could vape. ❞

❝ You know when your body is like ‘Uh whoa I almost died,’ and you get all hyper because you’re filled with dolphins? ❞

❝ At the end of everything, hold on to anything. ❞

❝ If anyone’s going to ruin your night, it should be you. ❞

❝ I’m like, proud of us all, for having good-ass lives in a shitty, stupid, good-ass town. ❞

❝ Nothing is going to save us forever, But a lot of things can save us today. ❞

❝ And nobody cares! I wanted someone to notice things aren’t OK. ❞

❝ Once haunted, can a place be unhaunted? ❞

❝ We devote ourselves to something we barely understand, something we can never touch. We give it a name, and we give ourselves a name for doing so. All of it creates this connection. And that connection, that becomes the thing we can touch. ❞

❝ Oh my god. That was dangerous. I could’ve died. THAT WAS AMAZING! ❞

❝ There was until one afternoon… where something just broke. Reality broke. ❞

❝ They said I had an anger problem, but that’s not true. ❞

❝ I know this won’t save me in the end, but I don’t need it to save me forever, I just need it to save me now. ❞

❝ I have the worst face. I have a nightmare face. ❞

❝ Don’t panic but we’re maybe all gonna die soon. ❞

❝ Okay, I don’t feel comfortable with you objectifying my boyfriend. ❞

❝ I’m gonna go run around naked in the wooooooods! ❞

❝ You can’t take a woman’s husband just because he’s dead! ❞

❝ I am super, super gay. ❞

❝ I think my total gayness came through to the discerning reader. ❞

❝ I am extremely unhappy and you’re the only person who knows. ❞

❝ My dad/mom/parents didn’t like me. ❞ 

❝ My dad used to hit me a lot. ❞

❝ My mom like, wouldn’t feed me. ❞

❝ I’d be locked in there for a day sometimes, or overnight. So I’d try to develop psychic powers so I could like signal to the neighbors or unlock the door. Didn’t work, as you might guess. ❞

❝ I never told anybody. After a while, I started feeling guilty too, for some reason. Like this was something bad I was doing? ❞

❝ Being abused isn’t your fault at all. ❞

❝ I’m just glad I didn’t – yeah, anyway. ❞

❝ My dad had to stop drinking because he was a danger to me and my mom. ❞

❝ I want to grow giant and pick you all up and carry you somewhere safe. ❞

❝ Screw it! I’m doing two beers! I’m doing beer! ❞

❝ I guess beer is just one of those horrible things adults do. Like doing taxes and having babies. ❞

❝ Time makes most dangerous things less dangerous. ❞

❝ I stayed and grew up while you left and stayed the same. ❞

❝ I don’t even believe in hell and I hope they go straight there. ❞

❝ Hey you get that porn off your laptop? ❞

❝ You’re a smooth talker. you’re a smoothie. ❞

❝ Eff college!! All those rich kids and hot people all wring sex and having papers with each other! ❞

❝ I was just saying you look like crap because I love you. ❞

❝ Let’s steal from my boss, who trusted me! ❞

❝ ______ is probably bipolar. ❞

❝ I don’t know what this feeling is. ❞

❝ Don’t ever say daddy again. ❞

❝ I can’t not give a shit. ❞

❝ I thought you couldn’t leave home because of your… issue? ❞

❝ You’re home enough. ❞

❝ Isn’t it illegal to smoke indoors? ❞ 

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favorite horror characters • Nancy Thompson from A Nightmare on Elm Street (1984)    

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‘i’m worried about you.’

          ❛   you’re   WORRIED   about   me?   well,   that’s   fucking   great!  ❜   words    FALL   FLAT   –––   eyes   locked   with   those   of   her   older   cousin’s.   ❛   thanks   for   the    CONCERN,   but   where   was   this   so   called   worry    when    my   parents   died?   when   chris   and   i   ran   out   of   money?   when   we   had   to   move   in   to   one   of   aunt   jillian’s   places?   where   was   it   then,   sam?   it   took   ALMOST   being   killed   by   my   vampire   boyfriend   for   you   to   show   your   face?   i’m   only   going   to   say   this   ONCE   –––   so   i   HOPE   you’re   hearing   me.   shouldn’t   be   any   problem   for   you,   right?   vampire   hearing   and   all?   you   and   your   fake   worry   can   go   fuck   itself!   chris   and   i   don’t   need   your   worry   and   we   definitely   do   NOT   need   you.   just   crawl   back   into   whatever   hole   you   came   from   and   stay   there.   ❜

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different ways to say ‘i love you’. 

‘i’ll make you something, yeah? your favorite dish, just for you.’

‘let’s get you back to bed.’

‘shh, it was just a nightmare.’

‘you like this, don’t you? i remember you saying that.’

‘i drew up a bath for you.’

‘you need rest.’

‘you ought to be asleep.’

‘i bought two.’

‘here. you can have the rest.’

‘i thought of you when i saw this.’

‘i like your smile.’

‘you have a cute laugh.’

‘stay there. i’m coming there to get you.’

‘it’s okay, i’m here, we’re okay.’

‘be careful.’

‘look both ways.’

‘you mean so much to me.’

‘i can’t lose you.’

‘i thought i might have lost you.’

‘how to you feel about the nickname, (insert nickname)?’

‘it looks good on you.’

‘i’ll make you soup.’

‘ah-ah-ah. you’re sick. you need to stay in bed.’

‘are you okay in there?’

‘that’s it, that’s it. get it all out. shh.’

‘it’s a remedy i knew. helps with your throat.’

‘it’s a lullaby. would you like me to sing it to you? would that help you fall asleep?’

‘i’m worried about you.’

‘what do you want to watch?’

‘where would you like to go for dinner?’

‘close your eyes and hold out your hands.’

‘we’ll figure it out.’

‘oh, it’s not big deal. you’re fine.’

‘i brought you some medicine for your cold.’

‘you’re important to me.’

‘this is your favorite song, right?’

‘you’re like a son/daughter to me.’

‘good luck!’

‘you’re like a mom/dad to me.’

‘don’t say that about yourself.’

‘want to come with?’

“wow! you look really nice.’

‘goodnight, (insert term of affection).’

‘it’s okay. i couldn’t sleep anyway.’

‘you can have half.’

‘come here. let me fix it.’

‘your tie is crooked.’

‘c’mere. shh, it’s okay.’

‘i’m not going to hurt you.’

‘can i touch you?’

‘can i kiss you?’

‘can i hug you?’

‘promise.’

‘would i ever lie to you?’

‘i think you’re very beautiful/handsome.’

‘hey, good-looking.’

‘of course i care. you’re my family.’

‘one more chapter.’

‘i love you.’

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SAM EMERSON.

       echoed  voice  hit  sharp  ears,   again  &  again  !   what  had  happened  to  cameron  was  unfairness  in  its  truest  form  .  .  raw  &  unyielding  .  in  no  world  was  what  cameron  went  through  sun  &  moon  fair  or  deserved  !  she  was  an  angel  not  only  to  ocean  hues,  but  to  plethora  that  were  lucky  enough  to  be  in  her  presence  .  emerson  hunter  remained  deep  in  silence,  lips  dropping  as  he  frowned  .   oh  !    wished  so  terribly  to  what  was  up  above  &  burned  vamps  that  cam  could  catch  a  break  .  to  the  best  of  his  ability,  samuel  offered   support  &  love,   yet,  bringing  back  christopher  was  out  of  his  hands  .  that  was  true  happiness  to  her  .  soon,  hand  taking  hers,  pulling  her  into  his  being  .       ❛       isn’t  fair  &  ‘m  sorry,  cam  .  you  don’t  deserve  this,  but  you’re  not  alone  .  .  never  will  be  .       ❜

             a   childhood   spent   musing   about   what   the   future   would   be   like   (   often   times   with   chris   himself   )   –––   it   had   NEVER   been   like   this!   conversations   shared   over   cigarettes   ;   filled   with   hope   for   better   days   that   never   came.   now   twenty   two   ;   cam   was   finally   ABLE   to   see   the   hope   she’d   ONCE   had   for   what   it   really   was.   childlike   naïveté   –––   now   lost   on   a   girl   who   had   to   grow   up   much   too   FAST.   enveloped   in   strong   arms   of   sam   emerson,   comfortable   silence   fills    space   between   until   she’s   able   to   speak   without   shedding   TEARS.   ❛   it’s   most   unfair   to   charlie   and   catie,   they   have   to   grow   up   never   knowing   their   dad   because   some   asshole   took   that   from   them.   ❜      

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               ❛   in   WHAT   WORLD   –––   what   kind   of   world   is   it   fucking   fair?   ❜   nearly   a   year   past   knife   stabbed   into   the   heart   ;   a   knife   that   may   as    well   have   been   plunged   into   cameron’s   own.   FOUR   YEARS   TOGETHER   ;   four   years   apart   and   only   four   MONTHS   reunited    !   the   pain   was  unbearable,   generally   MASKED    for   the   sake   of   both   charlie    and   catie,   but    there   were   evenings   when   it   was   all   just   too   much.   nights   like   this   one   that   left   her    raw   inside,   screaming  just   for   the   sake   of   doing   so.   screaming   in   hopes  that   maybe   someone   could   hear  her,   that   someone   was   ACTUALLY   listening.   ❛   that   monster   took   the   love   of   my   life,   the   father   of   my   kids!   it’s   fucked   up   that   he’s   still   living   and   chris   isn’t.   ❜

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