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What was someone supposed to do when they finally remembered who they were and how fucked up they were?

Sure, Darby had figured out there was a high chance that they'd had another life, given how many people here did. But actually remembering, seeing Bill whenever they closed their eyes, it hurt.

Pulling themselves together enough, Darby looked gaunt as they headed to the shop. They'd forgotten to eat yesterday, so who knew exactly how many hours it'd been since they ate. But they had a priority .

Studying the box of pink dye, Darby blew their brown fringe out of their face and spoke aloud with no real expectations of any response. "You think this shit is safe? I mean, they put all kinds of stuff in products in the old days. I wanna look like me again, and I know it's stupid, cause I smoke and shit, but I don't really want to purposely rub like radium into my skin or whatever."

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Vaella had been enjoying Sydney's chaos for a long, long time now, and she had no plans on stopping anytime soon. She had left the public eye for a little while to take care of things, but she was back at The Phantom, the bar full of energy despite the clinging warmth of the evening.

Leaning against the bar, she smiled at the person currently approaching her and raised her glass in greeting. "Hello there, welcome to the party. You look like someone looking for a good time." Vaella knew she was difficult to read, people either assuming she was being playful or vaguely dangerous, and the sorceress expected that both of those assumptions could easily be true.

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athena stood on the hill that overlooked camp half blood, contemplating the site. an exact replica (or maybe the exact thing, she couldn't tell) plucked from it's foundations and placed in sydney. except there was one thing missing - the protection. that's why she was here on the hill, surveying the area to figure out a plan to put something in place. so far sydney didn't have any monsters, but there were definitely other threats. no, it would not do to not have some sort of barrier in place. feeling the presence of someone approaching behind her, she spoke out loud as an acknowledgment of them. "so just anyone can walk into there now?" there was a slight sneer to her tone, making it almost an insult. but only if the other was anyone and not a demigod.

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Egwene was tired, bone deep tired, but she didn't let herself rest. Winespring Inn was hers now, a piece of a home she'd left behind. She had always loved Emond's Field, but she'd wanted to see what else the world held for her outside of being a dutiful daughter, a wife one day, then a mother.

She was more than that now, and further from home than she could ever imagine.

It was lonely though. Egwene had never really been alone, but she was familiar with loneliness. In the Tower, when Nynaeve shut her out. In the kennels, with only her hatred and the torture from Renna. But no matter how lonely she'd been, Egwene always had something to strive towards.

Now it was the Inn. It meant so much to her parents, so it was important to her to run it well, even if it was a struggle with her nightmares and her studies leaving her exhausted.

She needed to hire people, but she wanted people she could trust. Trust was essential. For now, she'd manage on her own. "Afternoon." Egwene pulled herself out of her thoughts when she heard the door open, letting go of her braid. She'd taken to playing with it more since she remembered losing it. But she didn't quite look up from her notes yet, needing to finish the list of what work was needed. "Are you looking for a room? I'm afraid the restaurant is closed for another hour."

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closed starter || eli whipp

eli had gone to saloons before. kansas was pretty vacant at the time he was from, but 1920’s australia was a completely new place. the bars in sydney were full of life, vibrant, full of people who had the time to enjoy themselves, not drink away their sorrows. the ex soldier took a seat and looked around, still feeling out of place as ever.

“so…what’s the best drink to get around here?” anything other than cheap beer and whiskey was a luxury in eli’s eyes.

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Isolde was terrified of so much. Her whole life had been spent in seclusion, with only her family, so she knew so little about the world. Nightmares seemed more real than anything else now, lonelier than she'd ever been.

Lord forgive her, but she didn't know what to do. Looking after herself wasn't a skill she'd ever needed, but things were complicated now.

Hoping nature would help, given how much she used to like watching her brother with his falcons, Isolde had gone for a walk, but worn the wrong shoes. Slipping down a little hill, she hit the ground hard, groaning softly.

Perhaps she should just have shut herself up inside, never gone anywhere. Nowhere was safe. For all she knew, there were monsters out here. Red eyed monsters, with cruel promises coming from blood stained mouths. Those monsters were real, she knew that too well.

"Lord, please deliver me to safety." She prayed, eyes closed as if afraid to open them and find herself in that cold dungeon again. It was only the cold dirt under her hand that reassured her of where she was, but she still yelped in fear when she heard a twig snap.

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closed starter || vesper eynon

for such a stern, seemingly put-together person, vesper eynon’s office looked anything but. her desk was covered in journals, drawings, even food for gods only knew what creatures. it was getting messier by the minute as she stood at her desk writing and scribbling. this new world was the same, but different, and she intended on studying all the new creatures she might seen here. it was luck that she was still a professor in sydney, at a magic university nonetheless. she was glad she could teach and still have an office do do this kind of work. but not even the knock at the door completely broke her from her studies.

“come in.” she said simply, without looking up from the paper she was still furiously writing on.

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"do you want something?" coral asked, looking up from her net annoyed that the other was so close to them. they had never really been a social person and even less so when they were occupied and wanted to focus. her net was tangled and needed to be repaired. so coral was sat at bondi beach trying to fix it. it was much too crowded for their liking but at least here coral could come at any time and there were no peacekeepers chasing her away.

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The summer weather had taken a surprising turn to the cold, a shock to the system after the sweltering heat of the past week, but Theon didn't mind. He'd lived in North for a very long time, this cool change to the weather was nothing to him.

His face turned into the wind for a moment, comfortable on the water. But he couldn't take too long, both so his thoughts didn't drift too far, and so he could get back to work.

Navigating the river, he sailed all the way up to the city. Theon was one of the few who still did, which meant his business did well. But most importantly, it kept him busy, and that was what he wanted these days. Since the nightmares started and he remembered all the things he'd done wrong.

Some things couldn't be made better, although he'd done what he could to make amends.

Jumping ashore, Theon noticed someone standing close. "I'd move if you don't want to smell like fish guts and shit. Unless you want to haul some in, I'll pay by the hour."

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The siren didn't have the most tolerance for stupidity, she never had. Or at least, she would never let herself have tolerance again. Being forgiving had only ever hurt her, gotten her used.

She was better off being a bitch.

And thankfully, her job allowed it. She didn't intend to stay working for public libraries forever, the public was much too stupid to deal with, but it gave her the experience she needed while she finished up her studies.

So when someone was being too loud in the quiet floor, Bianca walked over with her eerie blue eyes full of scorn. "Don't you know noisy children are supposed to be downstairs?"

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Victoria prowled the bustling streets of Sydney, her thoughts consumed by the burning desire for retribution, a desire fueled by the memory of her mate's tragic end at the hands of the Cullens. One balmy evening, as the pulsing music from a lively nightclub spilled onto the pavement, her attention was drawn to a lone figure, a human who seemed somewhat out of place amidst the vibrant chaos.

Intrigued by the stranger's presence, Victoria approached with caution, her crimson eyes glinting in the dim light. "You seem a bit misplaced here," she remarked, her voice a low, melodic rumble laced with a subtle undercurrent of danger. "What brings you to this part of the night?" Her words, though carefully chosen, hinted at the complexity of emotions swirling within her, revealing a rare glimpse of the vulnerability she so fiercely guarded.

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Helion paused at a street corner, his gaze scanning the bustling thoroughfare for any sign of familiarity. A nearby café caught his attention, and he veered toward it, drawn by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. As he entered, the pleasant jingle of a bell announced his arrival.

A barista with a shock of turquoise hair looked up from behind the counter, her eyes widening at the sight of the distinguished Highlord. "Can I help you, sir?" she asked, a note of awe in her voice.

Helion offered her a charming smile, his presence seeming to illuminate the space around him. "A black coffee, please," he requested, his deep voice carrying an otherworldly timbre that piqued the barista's curiosity.

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Even here in this strange new life in Sydney, Dream was used to being....not ignored, but unnoticed. He moved quietly, didn't speak often, and kept to himself. Getting to know mortals was complicated, and he still was unsure of this world and whether his actions here would impact his world back home.

After all of the confusion with the strange new powers, new places appearing, and their couple of months travelling to new worlds entirely, Dream was trying to see if he could figure out what was happening. See if he could sense what was wrong. And so he was currently walking the edge of the city, trying to find the edges of where they could go for certain, and whether or not the power that was keeping them trapped in Sydney was waning or not. He had paused on the sidewalk, studying the details of the building next to him when he heard someone approach. Dream turned to look at them with some surprise, asking after a pause. "Is there something you want?"

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athena stood on the hill that overlooked camp half blood, contemplating the site. an exact replica (or maybe the exact thing, she couldn't tell) plucked from it's foundations and placed in sydney. except there was one thing missing - the protection. that's why she was here on the hill, surveying the area to figure out a plan to put something in place. so far sydney didn't have any monsters, but there were definitely other threats. no, it would not do to not have some sort of barrier in place. feeling the presence of someone approaching behind her, she spoke out loud as an acknowledgment of them. "so just anyone can walk into there now?" there was a slight sneer to her tone, making it almost an insult. but only if the other was anyone and not a demigod.

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Creepy/Halloween sentence starters & prompts

I really want to write some things for Halloween! Feel free to send some in or reblog and use these yourself!

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“What is your greatest fear?”

“Do you dare me?”

“I don’t think we should go in there.”

“You won’t make it the night.”

“This was a horrible idea.”

“Nope, I’m not scared.”

“I don’t think your arm is supposed to bend that way.”

“Oh yeah, I’m totally into cannibalism.”

‘Vampires aren’t real, though.”

“Is that really red syrup? Please tell me it’s syrup.”

“What was that noise?’ “Which noise?” “You know, the one that sounded like fingernails scrapping?”

“I heard that he died right over there.”

“Don’t touch me!” “I didn’t.”

“Have you ever heard about what happened in that house?”

“This can’t be the zombie apocalypse. I’m not caught up on my favorite shows.”

“I’m not sure we are going to make it out of here.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“Please don’t touch the human remains.”

“I’m calling it. We are lost in the woods.”

“Please take your mask off.”

“What’s that? “You don’t want to know. Don’t look.”

“I dare you to go in there. Alone.”

“Please don’t leave me here!”

“I don’t want to end up like the others.”

“I never thought I’d fall in love with a werewolf.”

“Did you know that no one has ever made it out alive?”

“Anyone who goes there refuses to talk about it afterward.”

“Nah, I don’t get scared.”

“Get it off me!”

“We only have to make it until sunrise, which is… 7 hours away.”

“I thought vampires were supposed to burst into flames when they get staked.”

“I told you I carry holy water around for a reason!”

“I can’t stand blood.” “Good thing it’s everywhere.”

“Do you know any spells to get rid of this thing?”

“I… i think I have fangs.”

“Of course, the graveyard at midnight is super sexy and not creepy, let’s go there.”

“Wait, why does this grave have your name on it?”

“I don’t think this is our town anymore.”

“And this is why you shouldn’t screw with the laws of nature.”

“I can’t get a signal on my phone, the car is dead, and I’m fairly certain we are out of matches.”

“The mayor has declared a state of emergency. I told you we should have left.”

Free request! Come up with a scenario or sentence prompt of your own.

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&. 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  an  assortment  of  dialogue  prompts  that  are  a  mix  of  horror,  humor,  and  happy  hauntings!  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ you say beetlejuice three times. and i’ll say candyman five times. then we get them to fight. ❜

❛ that’s your face? oh, i thought it was a mask. ❜

❛ if you ever get scared, you can hold my hand. ❜

❛ how late do you think the blood bank stays open? ❜

❛ what slasher do you think you could take? in a fight, i mean. ❜

❛ and the walls will ooze green slime?! wait, they always do that. ❜

❛ holy shit, you should have seen the look on your face! ❜

❛ these pumpkins may be tiny, but they give so much serotonin. ❜

❛ on halloween we dress as skeletons. but in reality, skeletons dress as us. ❜

❛ do you believe in ghosts? ❜

❛ i think we’re being followed. ❜

❛ well, one of us is going to have to change. ❜

❛ don’t tell me you’re afraid of the dark. ❜

❛ we’re not alone. ❜

❛ i see dead people. ❜

❛ i said, look behind you. ❜

❛ do you think ghosts ask if they believe in humans? ❜

❛ i heard the houses here give out huge candy bars. ❜

❛ it’s like we’re too old to trick or treat and too young to die. ❜

❛ hey you need a… hand? ❜

❛ halloween is the perfect day to hide a body in plain sight. ❜

❛ it’s just a mask, don’t worry! ❜

❛ have you picked out a costume yet? ❜

❛ i can read your fortune. it says you’re a nerd. ❜

❛ get in loser, we’re going to spirit halloween. ❜

❛ did that ghost just spell ‘get out’ wrong? ❜

❛ if you can’t summon the flames directly from hell, store bought is fine. ❜

❛ if a zombie apocalypse started on halloween, it would take a while to realize. ❜

❛ you frightened me. do it again. ❜

❛ wanna see something scary? ❜

❛ i came here expecting a trick, but you’re a real treat. ❜

❛ i don’t think we should be here. ❜

❛ maybe i’ll summon a demon so i can hang out with someone. ❜

❛ what i want to be for halloween is loved. ❜

❛ what’s your favorite scary movie? ❜

❛ i’ve seen enough horror movies to know where this is going. ❜

❛ some people have swimming pools, other people have private cemeteries. ❜

❛ they really need to add bloopers at the end of horror movies. ❜

❛ you alright? you look like you’ve seen a ghost. ❜

❛ that’s fake blood, right? ❜

❛ i could have sworn we were just here. ❜

❛ do not say we should split up. ❜

❛ did the eyes in that painting just move? ❜

❛ i think it’s found us. ❜

❛ scared? i’m not scared. ❜

❛ you can’t help the dead. they’re beyond help. ❜

❛ whatever you do, don’t look behind you. ❜

❛ i think i’m getting pretty good at this pumpkin carving business. ❜

❛ the scariest thing about halloween is that rent is due the next day. ❜

❛ …and they were never heard from again. ❜

❛ i know this isn’t your area of expertise, but is this guy dead? ❜

❛ why does that grave have your name on it? ❜

❛ i could really go for a hot chocolate right now. ❜

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Open Starter || Victor Van Dort

“this water business isn’t very helpful, is it?” victor huffed. he very much liked having a vase of flowers picked by his partners on his piano. it was a nice sentiment to keep a part of them with him when he was away. but whenever his hand moved, so did the water. “i don’t know how many more splashes my piano can take. a shame really…pianos are all black and white, it was nice to add some color.”

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