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[ladyseidr]

i feel like we need to talk abt him. pretty rocker punk boy who is actually so genuinely kind beyond the funny jokes—

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you know what fuck it, i've got jeremy on the mind so starter call. by liking this starter call you will receive a starter from jeremy. i will receive dopamine and also you specifying your muse(s) you want starters for. please don't request more than 2 starters per mun or i'll cry. these will probably be short unless they're not, in which case i warned you—

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Jeremy had never set foot in a place like Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, had only ever heard the name in passing while growing up on the east coast. And it showed—the way he was gawking at the interior, eyes scanning to the stage. Okay, yeah, he would've loved this as a kid. Looking around wasn't his only intention, however, boots taking him vaguely in the direction of the nearest staffed counter. ( Oh, he was never getting hired here. )

He listened to the failed canned greeting, huffing a laugh at the change in direction. Been there, done that. Still, this guy looked. . . miserable. "Long shift or bad night?" He shook his head, a glance spared around him. No line, nobody waiting on him. He leaned against the counter. "I mean, I was just wondering if this place hired. Not looking for a job right this second," —his mother was insistent he take at least a few months to get to know Hurricane first— "but y'know. New in town. Trying to figure out my future options." He sighed, pushed his bangs back, then tacked on his most apologetic smile for even bothering the guy.

"So. . . how often does this place hire, and why do I get the feeling the answer is 'frequently?'"

@aspenthicket / rock me like a + jeremy

It is a Herculean task, greeting the next person who approaches the counter. He's so checked-out he's breaking down the minutia of it in his mind: right hand flat, left hand over the register; straighten the spine one vertebrae at a time and hear them pop back into place; chin up, then eyes, which includes forcibly unshuttering his eyelids, which would prefer to stay down, preferably for an hour or two. It takes a moment to focus on whoever's in front of him, and when he speaks, it feels like it's coming from a speaker lodged somewhere in his chest, and not his throat. "Hi, welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, where fun and... whatever. What do you want."

[ladyseidr]

you know what fuck it, i've got jeremy on the mind so starter call. by liking this starter call you will receive a starter from jeremy. i will receive dopamine and also you specifying your muse(s) you want starters for. please don't request more than 2 starters per mun or i'll cry. these will probably be short unless they're not, in which case i warned you—

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@slaughterlocked asked: ❝ ✏️ for michael & william !!! ❞ ( incorrect quote generator )

William: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine! Michael: How can you still say that? William: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.

William: Kill him. Michael: This is the kind of quality advice I look for.

William, to Michael: Well, one of us has to be wrong and it’s not going to be me.

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i desperately need something where like. michael and jeremy are hanging out pre-relationship ( so it's blatantly flirty but not, like, official ) and somebody who knows michael is like "oh uh so. . . friends? or. . . ?" and before michael can say anything jeremy is just deadpan like "oh i'm not his boyfriend yet, but trust me i'm working on it"

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𝖝 𝖆 𝖓 𝖆 — TSWGUIW deluxe album additions

A follow-up to the original album's meme, this is a collection of sentence starters from the additional songs on the deluxe album. Again not including fifteen for the sake of being respectful. Please do not add to or claim this meme as your own. Feel free to change pronouns, slightly rephrase, combine, or shorten as needed. Some lyrics have been changed to better fit rp purposes. tw: toxic relationships, very suggestive themes, trauma, drug mention (as a metaphor only), toxic relationships, and implications of past traumatic experiences.

CRYING AFTER SEX

hell hath no fury like a woman keeping score.

i'm still banging every night at your door.

if you let me in, i'll show you i've been practicing.

i'll take what i want.

i'll leave you with all the pain i've been harboring.

really, what's the harm in it?

if you don't believe i'm worth saving, i'll play a part in it.

i'll play a part in it

you call me a freak, but you know you like you're part in it.

every bit of me is desperate for attention.

i'm rewiring a connection.

i'm on my knees.

i'm just fucking for affection.

i'd do just about anything you mention.

i know i haunt you when it gets dark.

i fuck you like a porn star.

i'm such a good girl with my back arched.

don't know why i treat my tongue as a weapon.

i lap up your love, then i go into for seconds.

you only make it worse.

you got my spit between your teeth.

i never learned to use my words.

the devil's underneath.

i can't stomach the way she's tugging at the safety.

where's your backbone, baby?

won't you devastate me?

make it good.

make it last.

entertain me.

baby, what's the harm in it?

my body's marvelous.

now you'll never be apart from it.

ain't that marvelous?

look at how you made me.

yeah, you love your fucking part in it.

i'm begging you to pardon it.

every day i'm hardening sorrows into stones.

now i'll never get away from it.

ain't that dangerous?

don't have a say in it.

hold me to my sins, but i'm too busy paying his.

now i can't do relationships.

i'm lonely when you hold me.

don't know why i'm still explaining this.

i hate every game you play, and hate that i'm still playing it.

i wouldn't call this love, 'cause, baby, we ain't making it.

you won't ever say sorry.

look where it got me.

i hate how you caught me crying after sex.

i wish i were better to my body.

CONFIDENTIAL

you could've been a victim of boredom.

i was your saving grace.

it takes one to know one.

something about you felt like fate.

i knew it was reckless. i tried but couldn't care less.

it felt like you knew me in a past life or movie.

you don't have the right to look at me the way you do.

you're killing me in plain sight.

you move to me in crowded rooms.

keep it confidential.

you make me feel special.

it's a high price for one night.

i might choose you over what's right.

tell me you want me, and say it slow.

i'm intoxicated by the way your mouth moves.

you get off on watching me lose control.

you're a dirty liar, but you make it sound good.

you know how i like my women: unattainable and forbidden.

i know better, yet i still give in.

i think i'm in love with the agony.

how could you ever really blame me?

Deliah cleans up like a daydream.

maybe i was desperate for a certain connection.

i could've sworn you felt it like i felt it.

do you feel it, baby?

now that it's all said and done, you were never the one.

that's just shit my roommate said to help me get out of my bed.

i don't have the right to be wanting you the way i do.

i'm hiding here in plain sight.

i'm drawn to you in every room.

how could you blame me?

your love made me crazy.

how could you?

i'm at the mercy of the way your mouth moves.

you don't have the right to be wanting me the way you do.

i make you feel special.

it's a high price and you might choose me over what's right.

how could i blame you?

my love made you untrue.

how could i?

COCAINE

i made your eyes shine a little too bright.

i find you in every pretty thing i see.

you're stuck in my brain.

how did you do it?

i see right through it.

tighten the noose and find which of us is tied to it.

i made you bigger and better than ever before.

now you beg for more.

you made me smaller, and harder, and cold to the core.

what did you do that for?

i still paint you this picturesque beauty.

anyone would die to see you right through me.

you're oh so perfect to me.

i would swallow you whole if you let me.

you made it easy, lied through your teeth.

now i hold you to standards that you cannot reach.

what can i say? i'm so good at making you someone that i could love forever.

what can i do when i'm at the mercy of Midas' hands, the very ones that reach for you?

you wish i were older.

i wish you were half the world i made of you.

don't you sit there and grieve.

how could you do it?

what did i do that for?

why did i do that?

SAVE THE BULLETS, BABY!

you say it's just beginning.

i'm tongue-tied.

you're tangled all around me.

i'm so tired, but i can't fall asleep.

there's a world and it swirls inside my mind.

i'm spinning faster than a ceiling fan.

how could anyone take me for the way i am?

save the bullets, baby.

you ain't gotta fight to get in my head.

you handle me so gentle.

if i push, will you pull a little tighter?

to you, i wanna be a little nicer.

shake me when the bad thoughts take me.

take me, 'cause i'm needing it lately.

you were holding my face in your hands on the train.

i was thinking that i could take your name, if i could learn to stay.

your love's a blessing—it's Armageddon.

i sent you away, set our forest on fire.

i said i didn't want you—i'm a goddamn liar.

i'm still yours.

don't let me look down.

i want you around.

i wanna stare up at you, so don't let me look down.

there's an oath in your eyes.

now i know that i'm bound.

i'm singing your name 'cause you like how it sounds coming out of my mouth.

you're all over my mouth.

won't you let me keep you?

i like how it sounds coming out of your mouth.

you're all over me now.

you got me no matter what lies ahead.

i always think the world is ending; you say it's just beginning.

[ladyseidr]

scheduled post because Don’t Ask What Time I’m Writing This ( from my phone, even ). but i got on my “i could write a better fn.af movie myself” shit and accidentally came up with ideas that i legally need to write. somebody remind me to talk abt this in detail—

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reblog if you are firmly against the use of AI in roleplay spaces. this is not the place for AI-written drivel or generated images.

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i need toxic wlw so bad. what do you mean the music vi.deo for confidential is abt sexy toxic wlw and features a tar.ot reading. shakes my women muses at yours. please.

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okay so it's been a busy two days and i promise tomorrow i'll try to be at least on dis.cord + check my notifs—

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michael writers how are we feeling abt "if you don't believe i'm worth saving, i'll play a part in it" and i promise i'm not bringing it up just to plug the song

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@florietiae

henry: do you remember when i told william that we should retire spri.ng bon.nie and fre.dbear? jules: oh he came home and complained for hours henry: he would barely look at me for a week, it's like i had asked him to give up coffee for the rest of his life william in the other room listening to them make fun of him:

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PROMO. yes i'm seriously not making a fancy promo post ( yet ), i literally can't look at photoshop anymore. anyway, uh. do you like FNAF? teenage bullies who are filled to the brim with rage, internalized homophobia, and a hyperfixation on comic books? guys who can't hold down traditional jobs? then you'll love my depiction of the Freddy-masked bully from fnaf4, RORY HUNTER. 18+ only, read my carrd before interacting—you know the drill.

[ladyseidr]

Michael nearly flinched when she said it—him. There was no question that she knew what Mike was getting at, then. But, well, he at least wasn't being lectured. It wasn't that he thought his mom was the type to lecture. It was more that. . . well, he had never really heard of the alternative happening. Even on television, this was supposedly the worst thing that could happen to a mother: her son being—

"I don't know," was all he mumbled out. And, well, that was a lie. Yes, to all of the above. . . and more. He sat beside his mother, elbows on knees and still determined not to look her in the eye. Scared she might see right through him. "Thinking about someone a lot doesn't mean— I just like hanging out with him." A lot. "None of that means I'm. . . We're friends."

On one hand, Michael had never had a best friend before Rory; he'd barely had friends at all. Him not being able to identity how that should feel seemed reasonable to him. On the other, he knew he was getting awfully defensive for someone who had asked for this advice in the first place.

He let her take his hand, the sort of touch he would usually pull away from while complaining about being babied. Even if he wasn't getting the answer he wanted. He wanted to be told that he was overreacting, that his feelings would pass, that he was absolutely, without-a-doubt straight. But, well, they both knew that wasn't true now. And his mother's subtle confession didn't go unnoticed, the movement drawing Michael's gaze before his eyes flicked up to hers. "Wait. . . Mom?" At least his owlish blink in her direction had swept away some of his dread. Well, for a moment at least.

"That's not— You don't get it." Classic angsty teen response, but it wasn't like he had a good answer. His little confession hadn't even been planned, and Rory's response hadn't exactly given him any answers in the long run. "If he—" he paused, took a sharp breath before continuing, "—thinks I'm into guys, he might. . . If anyone at school finds out—" He trusted Rory implicitly in every other way, but not with this. Not anyone, really, except apparently his mom.

"I mean I sorta said. . . something, but it wasn't, uh, direct?" He didn't sound certain at all but, well, he was too embarrassed to lay out specifics. "I thought he got it." He rubbed at his arm, eyes downcast once again. "But I guess not. But I can't just. . ." say it. "If I'm wrong, he'll never talk to me again." ( Well, at least Michael wasn't denying it right now. )

 she pauses in her reading, hand raised from the page with which she was partially engrossed ( jules hadn't entirely expected her son to come home looking quite so dejected, and it throws her off for a minute. ) it's been exceedingly difficult to talk to michael lately. not that she could blame him. childhood was, in a lot of ways, difficult. and sometimes even more so by the time teenage years came into play. still, concern knits between her brows. he won't look at her, and he's suddenly much quieter than normal. yeah, something is definitely up here.

so her book is moved to one side, jules' eyes focused wholly on her boy as he speaks. voice raw, low. what's the difference between how you think about a best friend and — more ? there's a cluster of blinks on her end, and she straightens up some. was he trying to — oh. — oh. ❛ ah, the age old question, ❜ she leaned in a little now, small smile on her lips as she gestured for michael to come sit with her. ❛ one that can be ... tough to figure out at any age, but especially yours. ❜ and that was putting it rather mildly.

❛ it's not easy. romance and friendship can be pretty closely related. but they can also have significant differences too. do you — do you get nervous around him ? butterflies in your stomach ? think about him a lot ? warmth in your chest ? ❜

i think i was supposed to be into girls by now, he adds, barely audible. and juliet would swear that she just felt her heart break a little. ❛ michael, sweetheart — ❜ and here she reaches for his hand. ( i know things have been rough, but i love you, and i am here. ) ❛ attraction isn't — that's not — exactly how it works. it's not something that you just — decide. it just — is. some people are only attracted to girls. for others it's only boys. sometimes ... it's both. ❜ and here she took a breath, subtly gesturing to herself. ❛ and for some it's a little more fluid, or harder to define. can i — have you told him how you feel ? ❜

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Eᴠᴇɴ Mᴏʀᴇ Iɴᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛ Qᴜᴏᴛᴇs Gᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀ!

Send in ✏️ and I’ll use this (improved) incorrect quote generator featuring both our muses! (please remember to specify how many muses/which muses for multimuses!)

[ladyseidr]

PROMO. yes i'm seriously not making a fancy promo post ( yet ), i literally can't look at photoshop anymore. anyway, uh. do you like FNAF? teenage bullies who are filled to the brim with rage, internalized homophobia, and a hyperfixation on comic books? guys who can't hold down traditional jobs? then you'll love my depiction of the Freddy-masked bully from fnaf4, RORY HUNTER. 18+ only, read my carrd before interacting—you know the drill.