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Jace’s head jerks in sharp motions every so often, eyes tracking motion and then gliding back to the exorcist when he can’t hone in on it.

He hasn’t felt this useless in years. Give him an encanto to resist any day– his senses failing him, even when enhanced? His skin crawls like there are ants underneath.

“Didn’t know runes worked for ghosts.” He should probably be insisting they don’t, calling the man a liar, or otherwise trying to muddy the waters on information that’s somehow made it outside the Clave.

Thankfully, Jace doesn’t care.

He tests the theory instead, bringing his gaze back, only this time just to the left of where he saw “nothing”, trying to absorb the information in general instead of seeking out something specific.

Jace doesn’t know what he sees, must not be good enough to “remember” whatever shows up at the edge of his vision, but his whole body responds in a flurry of practiced motions before he can draw in his next breath to speak. His foot drops back, angel blade flashing in his hand unthinking, his own rune blazing to life, bracing for…

Nothing. Again.

Ghosts are moving up the list of things he hates. Right up to the top under ducks.

“So what’s the plan? I take it they’re not just gonna let you throw them out.” Hey, he didn’t know for sure there was more than one before he’d tried to look. Progress on retaining information.

He puts the blade away, he’s never going to hit an invisible enemy. “– Should I be bait?”

“I didn’t think you would.”

John is...aware how jarring this must be from an outsider perspective, much less from one that’s used to having all the answers about what goes bump in the night. Like showing up to Spirits 101 sure your natural talent has prepared you for anything and being asked how to dismiss a lesser djinn. 

He’s of the opinion, still, that the shadowhunters would be better off if they bothered to learn from “mundane practitioners’ a little more and relied a little less on thousand-year-old runes; but until they do he supposes he can give Jace a little grace and answer beginner questions.

“You don’t use live bait with ghosts, but there are some things I could do with your blood if you want to feel helpful.”

The exorcist meets his own reproving gaze in his reflection and sighs inaudibly. He doesn’t mean to be snappish. “Not that you aren't helpful already. I appreciate the escort. I wouldn’t like to get lost down here because you’re all allergic to maps and--”

John cuts himself off, glad to focus on the ghosts and not his own inability to be civil while tired. 

“I was planning on putting them in a jar.” John closes his right eye for a moment, plunging the world into shape and color and the crisp outlines of the supernatural. It’s difficult to tell exactly how many are in the room, given how they’re milling about, but he gently corrects his original estimate. “...Two jars.”

That said, John rises to his feet and makes a broad gesture at the room entire.

“Before I do that, the room needs to be washed in either saltwater or blood. Does your Institute have a preference?” 

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“ i did meet some of the most insufferable people but they also met me ”

@chatoyerdemonistehassle your local spook

John is a responsible exorcist, which means when he intends to take up work in a new area he presents himself and his credentials to the locals. It’s an in-and-out thing, generally, not this...social event. 

Most people are content enough that he isn’t going to get himself killed, and don’t bother to sit him down with tea and chat. Having the High Warlock of the area take an interest in him is...uncomfortable.

“Yeah.”

John doesn’t mean to be wry, exactly, it’s just that Magnus has better taste in  furniture than he expected and he’s struggling to stay awake but what else is new?

“That is generally how meeting people works.”

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“ do i look like the kind of man who could give advice ? ” - PT

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John doesn’t think ‘which way did the big spooky dog go?’ counts as advice, but the longer he looks at this man clearly trying for the rakish side of disreputable and landing dangerously close to “unkempt and--” instead; the less luck he thinks he’s going to have tonight. 

There’s the cat, for one. Big orange thing sitting on the edge of the bench and doing almost good job of pretending to be an earth animal with the right number of teeth and ears and everything. 

Whether or not you should tell people when they’ve attracted the attention of the Other is something of a major debate. John’s against it for...obvious reasons, but he entertains the thought for a moment. 

In the end, he gives a loose shrug instead.

“Should.”

The exorcist makes a gesture, one palm turned upwards. It is what it is.

“Anyone could give advice, it’s just that most of us shouldn’t.”

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“ i keep forgetting there’s ghosts in here ”

@feralmeritJace hassles your local spook

Shadowhunter weapons and werewolf claws don’t do well with shadowhunter ghosts, vampires aren’t interested in something they can’t seduce, Seelies don’t get involved with the dead as a general rule; and warlocks live too long and see too many deaths to be useful for clearing out spirits. All of which leads to the occasional embarrassed Institute calling in a mortal specialist to deal with what they won’t admit they can’t do, which in turn leads to John kneeling on a cold floor and half-paying attention to Blond-and-Edgy.

“It’s the runes.”

John is too tired to bother trying to puzzle out if the shadowhunter supervising this little trip is being sarcastic or if his voice just sounds like that, but it doesn’t matter. 

“The same ones that make you hidden to most mortal eyes– it’s not that you forget, it’s that your mind moves around the information.” Not being able to see something is different than not seeing it at all, but the practical effects are very similar; and he’s found it’s a rare shadowhunter that cares to know about the difference.

Like, say, whoever okayed the previous ritual being silencing rather than cleansing, because all that mattered was quiet.

John’s reflection sneers from a puddle, but his own face is blank enough when he turns to Jace, “Good news: it’s a mess but not well put together, so it should only take a few nights to clear up. Bad news: it’s a mess and not well put together, so it’s amazing that you haven’t all already been murdered by pissed-off ghosts you won’t remember.”

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Much like Horatio, John went to Ghost College. 

Specifically, he dual-majored in Theology and Applied Occultism, with a focus on exorcisms. 

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“ i keep forgetting there’s ghosts in here ” - Jim

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“Yeah.” Something to say for the sake of saying it– John gets it. There are things you can’t or won’t fix, and you get used to them, to the idea of them, until someone else notices.

The cat that isn’t quite touching the table in front of him, for instance. One of the benefits of being “spooky,” he supposed– you never really have to let go of old pets.

Not that he’d know. Animals had never really cared for him, even before– well. For as long as he could remember, anyway. 

John turns his head carefully to keep the cat on the good side of his vision, offering the librarian the barest flicker of a smile.

“Sorry, I uh…the last time I was this close to a cat it turned into a jaguar and tried to eat me. Does it like to be pet?” 

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“ i’m strange and off putting ” mantis, cheerfully

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John is...tired is always tired, and covered in ichor and pretty sure that lady has antennae, but you know what? That’s not even the third-strangest thing to happen to him tonight.

“Hi, strange and off putting. I’m John.”

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“ it’s not impressive , no one’s impressed ” from jason probably

@feralmeritHarass your local spook

John accepts that the reality of things is that if you’re going to spend any real time in empty warehouses you’re going to end up with a vigilante hovering about. 

It doesn’t make actually dealing with them any easier, especially not when they decide to show up on day three of a tricky extraction and act like the bottled thunderstorm is no big deal.

John turns his head to look very pointedly from the bat on the Red Hood’s chest to the artfully sculpted scowl on his helmet to the tough guy jacket and array of weaponry strapped to his thighs and back again. 

“I don’t do things because I think they’re going to impress someone.”

The unspoken ‘unlike you’ hangs in the air.

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“ i’m a big fan of your name ” gabriel, about to create an abomination for a nickname

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There’s something about angels that feels like suddenly becoming aware of a missing tooth. Sometimes it’s the lack of some indescribable spark that marks them apart from humanity. 

Sometimes it’s because they’ve stolen your wallet.

John knows he ought to just ignore it. He might get smote, sure, and there’s half this month’s rent in the wallet; but angels really only pay attention to you if you pay attention back.

He entertains the thought for a minute-- just walking away, abandoning the wallet and going home-- before his shoulders slump tiredly and he rotates on a heel.

“Thanks. You mind giving that back?”

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𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑶𝑲𝒀 𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑨𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑺.

bloodied knuckles ･ tear stained cheeks ･ rust ･ a busted lip ･ claws ･ fangs ･ a bloody nose ･ chattering teeth ･ a dark space underneath the bed ･ scratching noises on a wall ･ creaking metal ･ fog ･ dancing under moonlight ･ blood dripping lips ･ heavy breathing in the dark ･ a feeling of unexplained dread ･ a figure in a dark corner ･ dirty peeling wallpaper ･ a bloody handprint on the wall ･ sobbing in the dark ･ bite marks on the skin ･ eerie whispers ･ a hood covering a stranger’s eyes ･ the growl of a hidden animal ･ the sound of a blade being sharpened ･ a deep, dark forest ･ walking on the streets alone at night ･ a cobweb-filled, abandoned building ･ eyes darting in paranoia ･ a heavy beating pulse ･ the feeling of being trapped ･ struggling to get out a scream ･ boards covering broken windows ･ a quiet graveyard ･ a gas station in the middle of nowhere ･ a road that never ends ･ heavy fog rolling in ･ the scent of blood in the air ･ eerie old photographs ･ walking along traintracks at night ･ a chill going up the spine ･ gathering crows ･ a dusty, dimly lit study ･ mist over a deserted cobblestone street ･ ghost towns ･ shadows around a campfire ･ the sound of chanting ･ church bells tolling ･ an orange harvest moon ･ a broken down carnival ･ a dirty stuffed animal abandoned ･ wiping bloody hands on fabric ･ nightmares ･ waking up in a panic ･ a power outage ･ heavy lightning storms ･ a secret trap door ･ the feeling of being watched ･ fear from trauma ･ a ouija board set out on a table ･ an eerie doll ･ a scream of anguish & pain ･ withered plants ･ a room that’s been forgotten & gathered dust ･ owl eyes in the dark ･ curled, dead tree branches ･ a ritual altar ･ flickering candles ･ a lantern held up in the dark ･ fear of being followed ･ creaking floorboards ･repressed, horrible memories ･ clenched teeth ･ soft, echoing piano keys ･ an old book covered in dust ･ many pairs of glaring eyes ･ stumbling in pitch black darkness ･ being stranded in the middle of nowhere ･ tarot cards on a table ･ a trail of blood

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚. Snatched from swid a la @medisinals

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈. nawp

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Your muse finds mine, staggering down a road at night, with torn, dirty clothes and nothing else. Send “How did you get here?” to pick them up.

To switch roles, send “I don’t know where I am.”

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sentences from the youtube series  ,  buzzfeed unsolved .  primarily taken from season 5′s supernatural investigations .

“ it doesn’t matter because you’re dead ”

“ it’s not impressive  ,  no one’s impressed ”

“ the spot of your death is now a lovely gift shop ”

“ as god as my witness  ,  he snapped him in half ”

“ i seriously want you to throw something right at my face ”

“ you can live in the cave ”

“ i’m a big fan of your name ”

“ the fact that you steal  ,  that’s really funny to me ”

“ that’s the greatest thing to steal  :  a man’s joy ”

“ because i’m a masochist ”

“ i’m going to regret this ”

“ i’ve lost the ability to feel ”

“ they’re gonna fucking murder you ”

“ the way you shushed me was quite rude ”

“ cowards  ,  all of you ”

“ i’m strange and off putting ”

“ i should not feel confident in the face of any man ”

“ here you are  ,  smiling in the face of the devil ”

“ i hate bats ”

“ bats sometimes carry rabies and that’s a thing i’m afraid of ”

“ not today devil birds  ,  not today ”

“ i think i’m blacking out right now ”

“ i don’t think i’m going to remember this moment ”

“ i think i’m gonna cry ”

“ i keep forgetting there’s ghosts in here ”

“ if you know me and my debilitating fear of bears  ,  this is my worst nightmare ”

“ i’m standing on an altar alone ”

“ maybe you’ll wake up in the middle of the night and eat your cat ”

“ i’m so glad that’s over let’s go eat taco bell ”

“ were you making horse noises ? ”

“ in case any of you needed a reminder this place is a twisting nightmare ”

“ there’s a good chance i’m gonna fart in here ”

“ well this is horrifying ”

“ let’s do each other a favor and not show ourselves to each other ”

“ if you could do me a big solid and not do anything that would be sublime ”

“ this is just as horrifying as i thought it would be ”

“ you talk to hide from the silence ”

“ do i look like the kind of man who could give advice ? ”

“ several bad choices have lead me to this moment ”

“ let’s play look at the ceiling tiles !  1 , 2 , 3 , 4 … ”

“ i just wanna know if you think they have belly buttons ”

“ i did meet some of the most insufferable people but they also met me ”

“ if it sounds like a duck and walks like a duck ”

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Send me “Can’t sleep?” to have a tired conversation with my muse in the middle of the night.

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Keanu Reeves.

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Keanu Reeves as John Constantine in Constantine (2005)