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‘ so i finally renewed my life subscription-- ’ 

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     speaking of seasonal blog cleaning ...

     i’m emptying out nearly all of my inbox and drafts. that being said; if anyone wants to send anything new, now’s your chance! i’m keeping old inbox memes up for a bit, and i might reblog a few just to get a feel for things. i’ll prioritize older things if any are kept, but i really, really need to dust things off a bit around here.

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@lackchoice​​ sent,          ❝   ———   ‘ don’t allow the world to take your kindness ’                                                                    - sally @ addison :’)

               His heart aches  …  in a way he doesn’t think anyone on this living, breathing Earth could ever possibly understand. There are times he tries to reason with those thoughts, tell himself that with all the chaos these horrendous people have caused, he must not have been the first to suffer and could not be someone who has suffered the most, but still  …  The frustration of a child coils in the pit of his stomach, so strongly that he finds it less amusing “at his age” and more akin to the sensation of maggots crawling around inside of him. Briefly, his gaze tears away from the mail slot he’d been peeking out of, a gesture so rare when in his presence. His attention could be downright unnerving to some people, he knew  –  his focus was always on his visitors, whenever he was graced with them, to such a degree that it made them uncomfortable. He stares at a dark mass at the opposite end from where he, or at least what’s left of him, sits and tries to swallow. There’s nothing to swallow, of course. He isn’t real, anymore, or at least that’s what it feels like.

               He doesn’t wish to hear something like that from one of his tenants. It’s subtle, but his expression changes, the joy he wears a far more terrifying mask than the one on the other side of his door that had scared him so many years ago when Sal Fisher had first moved in. There’s a part of him, disconnected and distant from where he’s physically present, that aches at such consideration for himself. He blinks, an action that alone feels so much heavier than it should, and he finds himself, not for the first time in quite a while, wishing he could cry. Maybe that part of him already is.

               “Oh, Sal, you’re such a sweet boy. I’m so glad I got the chance to meet you and your father.”  Finally, he seems to regain himself. In reality, he knows it hasn’t been that long a pause, but to him, the silence feels like an eternity. He turns his attention back to the mail slot and looks out at the boy watching him from behind a mask of his own  –  absently, he wonders if they’re all that different. At what point does a prosthetic become a vessel, he ponders.  “I’m just trying to do what I can to make everyone here happy. The praise isn’t necessary, though I do appreciate it. I hope my father would be proud of what I’ve done with the apartments. I know they aren’t much, but… you all are my tenants, after all. It’s almost as if I still have a family around me. Albeit a rather strange one, please pardon.”

               His finger itches, perhaps he should offer him a cup of tea in a way of gratitude, but he fights every instinct within him to keep that inclination at bay. He doesn’t want this. He doesn’t want to look through a door at the world he’d forsaken, he doesn’t want to lie to someone’s face and pretend that things are fine : he feels sick to his stomach, like bile is threatening to rise in his throat. This world had stolen his kindness long ago, but he can’t admit that. He can’t open his door, welcome him into his home, admit the monster that’s coiled its way through every vein in his body. All he can do is smile, in a way that reaches his eyes, with nary enough strength to clench his fist.

               “Perhaps some sage advice is in order. There are terrible, terrible things in this world, young Sal, but you needn’t let them make you cruel. No matter how far you may be dragged down into the abyss, even in the darkest of those depths, there will always be a light. For every blackened heart, there is one filled with blinding white.”  Too on the nose, yet too cryptic, enough so that it’s allowed to pass. Just like the tea, just like the security cameras. After a pause, he hums.  “Ah, wait, let me give you something.”  The slot closes for a moment and very brief, irregular sounds of someone stumbling, a hand is extended from the hole. Dangling from his finger, a chain with  …  a black tourmaline. He waits until it’s taken from him to pull his arm back and briefly reappear within the boy’s sights.

               “Now, then. That’s quite enough from you, I’m sure you’ve more important things to do than sit here with me. Go on, shoo. And, ah  …  thank you for listening.”

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can’t you tell i’ve got news for you ; THE SUN IS SHINING  —— & SO ARE YOU. hey losers & weebs, like / reblog if you’d be interested in writing with an independent otome / visual novel multimuse ? written by unicorn, ty. ♥

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if you were an otome character !

Sally Face is the ANTAGONIST.

Type -- Delinquent w/ a heart. Good End -- Reunion after a time skip. Bad End -- Love interest is executed.  

tagged by: @killrate​ ty ty !!

tagging: steal it from me !

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mel·io·rism

/ˈmēlyəˌrizəm/

noun the belief that the world can be made better by human effort.

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a creature stirs outside these paper walls these gods are hollow and burned ignite this angel, love me angel 

make me the perfect killer

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I just found out all my OTPs have this dynamic and I had to draw it.

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒.   repost, don’t reblog!  bold what applies

𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘 .

chipped nail polish. glitter highlights. tall trees with smooth bark. tangled hair. the taste of cinnamon sugar. talking too loud and too fast. overgrown flowers in your hair. crumbling buildings. reclaimed by nature. flirting. walking home at 3am with no coat. platonic hand-holding. blowing smoke out of your nose. dragonfly wings. chaotic good. freckles. fairy rings. secret meetings. gender nonconformity. leather. smudged eyeliner. forbidden fruit.

𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 .

computer errors. a shiver down your spine. haunting beauty. hard liquor. crowns of thorns. shadowed alleyways. decaying plant matter. shattered mirrors and broken glass. corrupted memories. stopped clocks. the scent of stale cigarettes. tattered black hoodies. walking your friends home. the crescent moon. the sea. a graveyard on a foggy day. cold rings on cold fingers. absolution. looking out the window of an airplane. soft kisses.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇 .

graffiti. pretending to know what you’re doing. worn paperback books. growing up too fast. parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. lace and combat boots. moth wings. candles on every surface. a weathered deck of cards. turning the music up. fireflies in jars. calloused fingers. drawing on your skin. sunlight filtering through clouds. petrichor. a dying rose in a jar. wearing a crystal pendant. illusions and spells. black cats. mint gum. chapped lips. dirt under your fingernails. the cycle of life and death.

𝐈𝐕. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 .

murders of crows. frost-bitten leaves. wolves howling at midnight. knocking on your door. leaving food out for stray animals. the twang of an acoustic guitar. honey. tiny red buds on trees. claw marks on the walls. golden eyes. slightly too long stubble. sharp canines. soft, thick fur. hunger. a small cottage in the middle of the woods. knitted fingerless gloves. sleeping on the forest floor. always finding your way back home.

TAGGED BY:  @otomates​ !! ilyy <33 TAGGING: @galaxiasus​ travis ... @eidetic187​ , @hauntaroid​ , @pseudogaiety​ + eve!! , @howlins​ , + whoever might be interested !!

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sentence   starters   based   on   w.   eno’s   tragedy:   a   tragedy.  adjust   as   needed.

❝ we’re all going to die, violently. please be nice. ❞

❝ i’ve just gotten word that i don’t know anything. ❞

❝ day is gone. it does not, now and perhaps ever, seem to be coming back.  ❞

❝ thank you for your confidence, which i will now betray.  ❞

❝ is the sense of tragedy palpable? ❞

❝ once you stop to look, everyone has the most beautiful eyes. ❞

❝ we speak to keep the wolf of loneliness at bay. ❞

❝ i think about coming home when there was no one home. ❞

❝ i fell down and pounded on the earth. i did this, perhaps, in hopes that it might know our sorrow. ❞

❝ everything i’ve ever said was untimely of me to say. ❞

❝ born to wait, wonder, and die, were we. ❞

❝ if you’re so afraid, why don’t you just panic? ❞

❝ i deserve nothing and i thank you for giving me it. ❞

❝ keep in touch. be sweet to yourself. ❞

❝ in darkness we shall reign and prosper, until we freeze to death.  ❞

❝ can what we are doing be called “enduring,” when we would not call it that? ❞

❝ i careen heart-first and bookless into the blackening night. ❞

❝ we are wandering through life on a television in someone’s living room. ❞

❝ any response is a worthy response, even if it’s ultimately worthless. ❞

❝ the night seems to be getting smarter. ❞

❝ i did some soul searching but didn’t find anything. ❞

❝ legally, everybody is going to be dead. ❞

❝ do you ever get the feeling that something slow and violent was about to happen? ❞

❝ it’s dark inside of us; i mean that as no metaphor. ❞

❝ the night has produced an eloquent speaker. ❞

❝ so now my life lives itself out, in revisions of revisions of something that was blurry to begin with. ❞

❝ i’ve weighed both sides very carefully. i don’t care about either one. ❞

❝ don’t we have a duty? at least, a curiosity? ❞

❝ and my life is stuck in my body, which they will stick in the earth. ❞

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MY  FAVE  MB.MBAM  BITS  (PT1)  SENTENCE  STARTERS.

these sentence starters are not experts, and their advice should never be followed. also, this sentence meme isn’t for kids, which i mention only so the babies out there know how cool they are for reblogging. what’s up, you cool baby?

‘does anybody know how to curse a real sword?’

‘does he wanna curse a nerf sword?’

‘can i ask what’s bothering you about this?’

‘it seems like you’re upset about literally every word in this sentence.’

‘what did you want to happen to the real sword?’

‘i see that you have a real sword that you brought with you.’

‘can you enchant a real sword?’

‘what kind of enchantment are you wanting?’

‘that wasn’t even the question!’

‘… why did it increase?’

‘are you gonna curse this fucking sword for me or what?’

‘i will, if you keep your voice down.’

‘i also need you to buy some of these unicorn figurines.’ 

‘as long as it is not… ah, gosh, i can’t even say it.’

‘why can’t you just walk into a store, take something and walk out? like, who is going to stop you? you could just walk in, take whatever and go out, as long as it doesn’t have one of those things that make the alarms go off on it.’

‘if no one sees you, then you’re good.’

‘i’ve never shoplifted anything in my life.’

‘you’re not exactly pink panther-ing this shit.’

‘i’m a fucking adult and they have no legal authority over me.’

‘are you implying that all of capitalism is just a smokescreen, and we only do it because we think we have to do it?’

‘you’re not my dad, like, later.’

‘they can’t touch me, that’s for fucking sure. it’s like haunted house rules.’

‘he’s not gonna fucking shoot me.’

‘he is not a cop, later dog. later.’

‘peta called the cops on the furry convention?’

‘i can’t arrest a fucking dog.’

‘HOLD UP! YO! YO YO YO! FURRIES CAN DO INFINITE CRIME!’

‘what are you talking about? that’s a big dog.’

‘nice try, that’s a panda.’

‘we call it the safety zone, that’s the spider-free castle.’

‘so you have brought approximately two hundred thousand spiders into my home.’

‘here’s an interesting thought: actually, fuck this!’

‘let’s always have at least two spider cups open at the same time.’

‘you yelled! you’re the spider guy, and you yelled at it!’

‘this is not a joke. this is not a goof.’

‘please don’t touch me right now when we talk about spiders.’

‘don’t hit!’ 

‘don’t do that shit again.’

‘did you really think we were gonna find the illuminati?’

‘we can’t do easy things, and you wanted us to do a hard one?’

‘you’re a jerk person.’

‘hold on, let me look up your address in the yellow pages. oh, it says ‘a trashcan.’‘

‘you know what i like to say with doughnuts? oooooooooooooooo!’

‘you dumb piece of shit. i can’t believe we share genetic material, you make me so angry. i hate your guts!’

‘you look like a businessman with a very specific fetish.’

‘you look like the halloween costume for farts under a blanket.’

‘you look like if hepatitis was a person.’

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don’t mind me! just a little tag drop.

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graphic design was never my passion, so we’ll be doing it this way!! do you believe in ghosts? no? okay, what about the cult? ,,,no as well? well, this girl now believes in both after having been a skeptic like yourself!! ashley campbell is back to begin her actual descent into potential ghost-hunting, cult rituals and,,, well, conspiracy theories in general!! quite a big step up from being an artist and occasional photographer!! so, go ahead and give this a like or reblog to help spread the word around if you want!!

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Being good friends

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questions for the mun, regarding the muse.

What makes you the most emotional about your muse?

What made you decide to write this muse?

If you could change one event in your muse’s life (in their main or canon verse), what would you change?

If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?

If you could give your muse one gift, what would you give them?

If you had to take one positive thing away from your muse, what would you take away?

If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?

Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?

Do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? What do you think would break their heart the most?

What do you love about your muse?

What do you hate about your muse?

What about your muse amuses you?

What about your muse makes you sad?

How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?

Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?

In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you?

Why do you think you connect to your muse?

What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?

If you had to judge your muse and sentence them to a “fair” fate, what would your judgement be? Would you punish them? Reward them? How?

[come up with your own question for the mun, regarding the muse]