bladedlegacy
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𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄 【AND SHE'S ROTTING】.
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bladedlegacy · 1 month ago
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TWISTER (1996) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary
cow... another cow.
why can't we spend a normal day together?
don't start that shit.
things go wrong. you can't explain it, you can't predict it.
killing yourself won't bring your dad back.
i'm sorry that he died, but that was a long time ago.
you gotta move on.
stop living in the past, and look what you got right in front of you.
what are you saying?
you're going to the hospital.
i'll go, but i'm gonna drive myself.
your car is in a tree around the corner.
you couldn't resist, could you?
wait wait wait. i need therapy?
i didn't say that!
that was a good size twister.
that would be sweet.
[name] is the most outta control son of a bitch in the game!
you guys have got to get some new stories.
i'm gonna go wash up.
we are way too close.
he's naked! he is butt naked!
the twister caught it, and sucked it right up!
you've got a lot of beef.
did you see my cows out front?
we crave sustenance.
we are absolutely not going.
i gotta go.
you'll be safe at the motel.
i'll see you in the morning.
i'm saying goodbye.
i won't be there.
you know what? i can't compete with this.
i don't even know where to start.
don't do this now, please.
the funny thing is... i'm not that upset.
i never meant for any of this to happen.
don't worry about me. i know my way home.
when you used to tell me that you chase tornadoes, deep down i always just thought it was a metaphor.
look, all i'm saying is don't fold the maps.
she did not marry your penis.
where's my truck?
do you want me to drive?
it's a very pretty truck.
don't even think about it.
my god, who are these people?
that's no moon, that's a space station!
did you see that explosion?
so you want the papers?
do you need them right this second?
you act like you're getting married.
it's the wonder of nature, baby!
he really is in love with himself.
have you lost your nerve?
you guys want to wrap this up pretty soon?
i think they're getting better at this.
i am happy. i'm a happy person.
it's gone.
check out that sky!
i think we've seen enough.
can i drive?
you son of a bitch.
what'd you think, i wouldn't find out?
the hell are you talking about?
i think he's a little shaken up.
can you see this?
we do not have a visual.
hey there professor, i think i fixed it.
oh god, he sucks.
christ, i'm sorry! i didn't know!
it was nice meeting you.
time to impress me.
today we're gonna make history.
you go stop it.
i don't know how.
we were lucky.
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bladedlegacy · 1 month ago
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Worried & Scared Sentences
(Sentences for muses who are in trouble and are worried or scared because of it. Adjust phrasing where needed)
"You're not scared?"
"You're making me nervous! That's quite a stare!"
"He's got a gun!"
"What if they find you first? What then?"
"Would you ever do anything to hurt me?"
"Hey, why am I starting to feel like a fish on a hook?"
"I'm not scared of him. I'm not scared of anybody."
"Everything is not going to be fine! Why does everyone keep saying that?"
"Are you feeling threatened? How pleasantly out of character."
"You're not going to hit me again, are you?"
"I know this won't be easy for you, but don't worry, okay?"
"Why are you so tense?"
"Can we go? This place is really freaking me out!"
"Sometimes you frighten me."
"Is small talk a way you deal with your anxiety?"
"You wouldn't hurt me, would you?"
"If at first you don't succeed, run away."
"I am scared, but I know that you'll protect me."
"Okay, are you getting scared? Because you're just babbling now!"
"Why are you so nervous today?"
"Aren't you afraid of being alone up here with a killer?"
"If I get murdered in my sleep, I guess that's on you!"
"Are you going to cry?"
"Pull yourself together! There's no reason to be frightened!"
"You may be used to facing death all the time, but I'm not!"
"How are you being so calm about this?"
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bladedlegacy · 1 month ago
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i mean......... but the abs untapped potential of katherine, though. imagine the horror of finding out your whole life has been a lie. your parents are not your parents, your real father is the boogeyman everyone is so afraid of. your name is not your name, that's why it never felt right when people said it. you've been drugged and brainwashed with an illegal substance from a young age, that's why nothing feels real, especially not you. you were manipulated from every corner into forgetting your own identity because it was more convenient for everyone that way. as things do start to seep back into your addled mind, you start to remember everyone's dead, and you might as well be responsible for at least one of those deaths. in this essay i will-
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bladedlegacy · 1 month ago
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every year i visit this blog, the daddy issues intensify, as does the gaslighting and the gay
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bladedlegacy · 1 month ago
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❛     why does this always have to go back to you and your fucking kinks , camilla . god !    ❜ she sighs , exasperated , running the jagged tips of her nails through her glossy brown hair . ❛   can we talk about anything other than you dying for once ?      ❜
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             “  —  Right. ”   she  stood  there,  with  a  hollow  expression  on  her  face,  pondering  whether  to  grab  the  plush,  enticing  pillow  resting  on  the  couch  to  try  to  suffocate  her  friend  with.     “ Are you saying  my  death  wouldn’t  be  worth  your  hair  getting  wet?  ”
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bladedlegacy · 1 month ago
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❛     ────     and i think that’s what a father is / — A BLADE THAT NEVER STOPS CUTTING. #bladedlegacy ( ind . sel . katherine krueger from wes craven's a nightmare on elm street . reimagined and headcanon based. )
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bladedlegacy · 1 month ago
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❛     that's crazy talk ,     ❜ spoken with levity of someone who'd never contemplated murder . the red of her smile turns wolfish in her mouth . ❛   ... you know how much i hate getting my hair wet .      ❜ and yes - she does think she's very funny .
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             her  usual  cheerful  demeanour  suddenly  fades  away  as  her  features  transform  from  a  warm  smile  to  a  look  of  annoyance.    “ Stop  lying  Katherine.  You  would  just  in  just  to  make  sure  I  drown  and  die. ”
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bladedlegacy · 1 month ago
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❛       no .        ❜ does her voice still sound familiar ? that familiar kittenish grin rounds on the vowels through the puff of smoke , teasing . did you miss her ? ❛     i'll push ya if you want me to , though .      ❜
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" If  I  were  to  jump  off  a  bridge  into  the  water,  would  jump  after  me? "     open 
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bladedlegacy · 2 years ago
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i don’t suffer from i could fix him disease. i think i could make him worse
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bladedlegacy · 2 years ago
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@wasworthy​  liked .
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      her inexplicable contempt for meek people      speaks for a lack of empathy katherine can’t quite grasp the origins of  ------     she supposes ,   like all things ,    it would lead back to childhood if one were to trace through a paper map ,     x marks the spot where the child died and this incessant hunger for dominance and control began .     ❛     i like it .     it’s very   -----     homely .     ❜      intrusive pads thread down the wool arms of her sweater  ,    agonizingly slow in its descent ,     feeding into this growing curiosity  ,     this urge to shed that girl-skin ,    and shape herself into something other than what she is .      ❛     switch with me .   ❜  
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bladedlegacy · 2 years ago
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@basstardz​  liked .
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      a bright light in a sea of darkness  ------   katherine descends upon this dream-like wasteland pristine ,   untouched  ;     ivory spilling over the stained flooring like milk ,      angelic gown nipping at the base of pale ankles ,    of wandering feet  ,     that continue to on their aimlessly against all discouragement these grim surroundings have to offer .     winged back hunched as she crouches down to touch the boiler ,   plastic halo hanging crookedly above a crown of dark hair that spills over boney shoulders ,     silver cross dangling between the jut of her collarbone ,   xylophone bones popping along the length of her spine as a hand settles flat atop lukewarm steel  ,     the boiler room eerily silent .
      ❛   don’t be   shy ,     daddy .      it’s just a halloween costume .    ❜     she warns ,   unenthused  ,       to the all-seeing eye of her father ,     needing no tangibility to know he lurks in the very air that brushes against her skin -----   murky and stale .    this universe    is a living organism ,   constantly digesting all who enter like tiny bugs in its stomach . 
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bladedlegacy · 2 years ago
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smol starter call bc i miss my devil child 🎃  no pretty banner we die like women
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bladedlegacy · 2 years ago
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FREDDY .       »   [         krvcger​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ ​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​.‌       ]​​
It’s a house he took out of her memory, not his. It’s cleaner, prettier, smells better. The prism of a child’s brain puts bright flowers around her home, hope for a future in the very ground it stands on. Now demolished, it lives in the dream as a reality, and the second step of the porch creaks just like so many years ago. It shrouds her in the spirit of the forlorn past, clinging to Kathy like an affectionate cat. Here, everything depends on her - whether the kettle will ever boil the water again, whether what little books Loretta brought home will ever be read. 
His gentlest smile, something he hasn’t practiced for decades, is for her, the extension of him. Easily bored and collectively shunned, he’d make up friends, walking through grass-covered wastelands, striking the long stems with a stick or his switchblade knife. The friends were convenient, and disappeared exactly when he no longer had time for them. But Kathy won’t disappear, even though she still feels like part of the very dreams he creates.
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“When you really don’t wanna die, you find new powers inside yourself.”
Hell was full of dread and despair, but fear wasn’t what made Krueger come back. It was the pure rage, the spite and hate that rose whenever he saw some Johnny or Penny strolling through the Springwood park with a baby carriage, as though “Son Of A Hundred Maniacs” had never left their lips in a fit of childish cruelty.
Krueger takes Kathy’s hand, so gently one would never guess he’d grown up without his parents’ example, and encourages her to follow him into the kitchen, where a blue fridge still rattles on, saving the non-existent dairy from heat, and points out a drawing held on the fridge door by two magnets. On it there’s a family, drawn by a child’s awkward hand with cheap crayons: dad, mom, and daughter. The details are minimal, but they are unmistakably him, Loretta, and Kathy.
“Look. Remember this? I do.”
He’s hungry for the look on her face, her sorrow and maybe some love, staking them out like a predator in the shadows, but when he bares his teeth, you couldn’t possibly tell a smile apart from a snarl.
“This is what they took from us, Katherine.”
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death doesn’t discriminate between sinners  &  saints ,     that’s what she’s always been told .      &   yet here he is  ,     unscattered  ,     hands caked in the blood of screaming innocence  ,     standing on two legs ,       flashing that smile sharp as razors that she’s sure  ,    were she to stumble ,    would slice straight through her .      had his crimes been so blasphemious neither hell nor heaven would have him ?     is he doomed to wander this limbo for all of eternity ,     or is this an open gate to the maw of hell in itself  ,     deprived of sanity  &  reason ?        it looks harmless enough .     welcoming even ,    reeling her in with familiar scents and sounds  ,    but she tried ,     if she really tried ,    she’s sure she could peel the wallpaper with her nails to find mold underneath .        she enters anyways  ,    tossing aside any regard :     a willing victim .
❛       nobody wants to die .         not really .   ❜
her mother didn’t  ------    she’s sure of it ,    though katherine dares not utter aloud those feastering thoughts .     loretta was a   lively woman ,   what little glimpses she remembers were full of color  ,    bright speckles in a sea of darkness  .    tenderness unlike no other  .  lacing ribbons like vines in brown curls ,     kissing bruises on blue knees .   she’d never been quite so gentle herself  ,    she could only   pretend -   play into expectations and social conventions  ,    going by unnoticed .  
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      ❛    quit it ,     old man !    ❜      a whine ,   a plea .    harsh tugging at the hand that easily guides her through this open memoir .    a sudden fervor rises ,   cheeks burning   &    lashes low as she ducks behind a curtain of hair  ,    feeling like an open wound on display  /  dreading exposure .    katherine can no longer recognize the hands of the child who once traced over those lines ,   fingers just ghosts  ,    conditioned to roam along vaguely familiar roads ,     no real aim  ,    no real intent  :    lost in the breaches where memories should be .    but she recognizes the handwriting --- the signature .    ❛    this is ...     beyond embarassing ...    ❜    crippling embrassment pulsates through her  ----      she wishes a hole in the ground would open up    &      swallow her whole  .    nothing cuts as deep as vunerability .    
suddenly all her bruises are fresh ,    and aching ,    no hello kitty band-aids within reach  .      ❛     you could   [    ...    ]     ❜      uncertainty ties her tongue into a knot    -----   defenses lowered tentatively   &   coaxed mien bordering on compliant  .       ❛      i don’t know .    i don’t know what you want from me .    ❜       even then ,    she’s not naive enough to believe it’s simply to coddle   &   reminisce about old times.
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bladedlegacy · 2 years ago
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@maskacre​​​  liked for a    starter .          ↳               –           [ call ]
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❛     [  ...  ]   i swear :    i’m going to choke you with my stockings one day ...       ❜   growling .    all teeth  .     promises ,     she can picture them so clearly  :  black string laced around the pale skin of a gurgling throat   ,       pulling tight until   ----    something    snaps  !        (    she huffs  ,     relenting  )      don’t threaten @maskacre​​  with a good time ;      she knows  ,     she knows .    or she should’ve learned by now ,      anyhow  .        patience wearing thin ,       katherine’s grumbles fade into incoherence  ,   wrist swinging full force like a pendulum  ,    hardcover hitting the center of their stomach .      ❛     shut up  &   feed me something  .    i can’t think on an empty stomach !   ❜
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bladedlegacy · 2 years ago
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@vecnaed​​  liked for a    starter .          ↳               –           [ call ]
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❛     [   ...   ]     this   ‘conscience thing’   is    pain in the ass  ,       you know ?        ❜     universal retribution  ,    she thinks  .    karma  ,      as her father would surely put it .    blame it on whatever sliver of conscience remains  ,    compelling her to stay as opposed to following her primal instincts   &    doing what she does best :   fleeing .       a gust of wind whips the freckled skin of her shoulder  ,       violently tussling with the sheer weight of hair that comes descending like a muddy waterfall down    @vecnaed​‘s   chest  .      beady black eyes inspect curiously ,    looming over the body  .       a hand prods  -    hesitantly as one might a dormant beast in a cave .    poke - poke .     ❛      hey ...   are you dead ?     ❜  
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bladedlegacy · 2 years ago
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@notbuffy​  liked for a    starter .          ↳               –           [ call ]
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❛    don’t  touch that !      ❜      sudden bursts of aggression aren’t uncommon for the young krueger    &     still this feels different  ,       laced in unspoken   sentimentalism  --- the kind she tries so hard to exorcise out of this body through sheer will .     embarassment spreads like rust ,     undeterred  ,      burning red in the apples of her cheek .     &    in a single ,   swift motion ,   a pale  (  clawed )   hand blurs into frame to snatch the picture from @notbuffy​​‘s grasp  ,      huffing .       ❛      leave    my things    alone .     were you raised by fucking    raccoons ??       ❜  
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bladedlegacy · 2 years ago
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@starredrole​ :     “ you’re the same as me. “          ↳               –           [   prompt  ]
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     dry laughter clings to the roof of her mouth .     the same ----- the two of them ?      that couldn’t be furthest from the truth  .      she can see it clearly :       a big neon sign flashing lights ,   with  ‘STARRING TATUM RILEY’   stamped right in the middle of it .   and katherine ?    she’d be lucky to end up waitressing tables in some dingy dinner ,   soul shriveling into pale shadow of itself ,     until she looks in a mirror   &    realises there’s nothing there anymore :      nothing behind those foggy ,    weary coffee eyes .     no fire left to burn  ,   no demons left to outrun  ,     only weariness  .
❛     yeah,   right ...     minus the perfect hair ,    the bright future , and ---    ❜       she almost smiles ,     as if recounting an achievement .       ❛     you know ,    the fact my parents    actually like you  .     ❜
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