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Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

No deleting questions, either!

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Send 🍸+ a question and my muse will answer while drunk.

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Put one of these words in my ask and I'll write a headcanon about it for my character(s)

requested by anonymous as a continuation of this meme.

Empathy

Justice

Respect

Age

Society 

Politics

Imprisonment 

War

Darkness

Afterlife

Seasons

Killing

(Chain of) Command

Family

Friendship

Rivalry 

Education 

Morals 

Religion 

Discipline 

Freedom

Safety 

Honesty

Hatred

Gain

Resolution

Holidays

Ghosts

Home

Gluttony

Addiction

Pride

Hedonism

Sloth

Tradition

Lust

Ambition

Celebration

Failure

Success

Obsession

Admiration

Punishment

Intimacy

Innocence

Belief

Sacrifice

Secrets

Introspection

Consequences

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@brokcnholy liked for a starter!!

                    distaste.  that's  the  word.  he's  been  searching  for  a  suitable  one  for  a  few  minutes  now  as  he  stares  across  the  lawn  at  the  back  of  a  stupidly  blond  head.  his  nose  wrinkles  as  he  nurses  his  beer,  wishing  to  god  the  bottle  contained  something  stronger.  distaste.  for  the  stupid,  fake  smile  that  graces  joseph's  face  to  the  shiny  black  shoes  on  his  feet.  

                    oh  shit,  joseph  is  looking  his  way.  he  looks  away  quickly,  wiping  the  disgruntled  look  off  his  face.  fuck,  dear  dead  god  don't  let  him  come  over  here.  why  does  he  even  come  to  these  things  again??  he  suddenly  can't  remember.  where's  mary  when  he  needs  her??  

                    he  seriously  considers  chugging  his  beer  as  he  plans  an  escape  route,  decides  that's  more  bad  form  than  he  wants  to  deal  with,  and  settles  scanning  the  back  yard  for  suitable  distractions.  

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me, removing knife i have been stabbed with: ‘finders keepers’

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me: *talking about robert and his dog*

roommate: he’s probably more of a father to that dog than his actual daughter

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[ watching a ‘b.a.p. videos but every time there’s violence it gets faster’ and i think we’re gonna open a portal to hell. or i’m gonna wake up with all the govt’s secrets in my head like chuck. ]

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Useless Details Ask Meme II

Send one of the following symbols to find out more about my muse! Part I: (X)

Getting closer:

× what does your muse smell like? what perfume/cologne are they using? � do they shower often? every day or just every couple of days? ♻ how about brushing teeth? three times a day, or just in the morning? ⌘ do they rather shower or take a bath? ♀ how long does your muse usually need for a shower/bath? ⚣ how long does your muse need to shave? (this is also for the ladies!) ♂ does your muse put on make-up? how long do they need for it every day?  ⚢ what kind of make-up does your muse use? favourite colours? how much do they use?

Exploring their body:

♤ does your muse have any scars? where? what do they look like? how did they get them? ♧ any freckles/moles/birth marks? where? ♡ are their fingernails dirty or clean? cut/long? ♢ how much do they weigh? ♠ any ‘weird’ characteristics on their body? one leg/arm longer than the other? ♣ are their veins particularly visible when they’re angry/upset/sad? ♥ do they have more muscles or more fat on their body? ♦ any tattoos? where? what’s the story behind them?

Open your closet:

⦂ what clothes do they sleep in? ♚ do they have a favourite piece of clothing? ❅ what do they usually wear when they’re not working? ☏ what do they wear when they’re at work? ₤ how many shoes do they have? what kind? Σ how many purses do they have? ⌚ how long do they need to decide what to wear in the morning? ⌛ do they go shopping for clothes often? how long do they usually need? $ how much money do they spend on clothes every month?

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starter call!!

[ i’ve finished my drafts and memes here so hit that like button for a thing!! or hop in my IM’s to plot. ]

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Oscar Isaac by Brigitte Lacombe

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@faithlessfather because i love you

                       when  he  first  wakes  up,  he  wants  to  scream.  pale  ceiling,  nautical  print  on  nearly  every  surface.  a  pale  pink  shirt  draped  over  the  back  of  a  chair.  

                      no.  no,  this  couldn't  be  right.  he  can't  be  here.  unless  this  is  his  own  personal  hell.  stuck  in  this  house  forevermore.  he  pushes  to  his  feet,  stares  around  the  room,  and  tries  to  remember  how  he  got  there.  only  vague,  wavy  memories  come  to  mind.  a  forest.  tent.  camping  supplies.  betsy.  (  cryptid  hunt??  but  then--  )  claws.  claws  ripping  through  his  chest,  tearing  his  insides  to  shreds.  falling  to  the  forest  floor.  blood  spilling  over  his  fingers,  staining  the  fallen  leaves  under  him  crimson.  the  world  slipping  away  to  a  comforting  distance.  

                      his  breath  catches  in  his  chest  and  he  looks  down  at  his  torso,  hands  coming  up  to  feel  for  injuries.  smooth,  intact  fabric  meets  his  fingers  but--  something's  off.  robert  holds  one  hand  up  to  the  light,  staggering  back  when  he  realizes  he  can  see  the  WALL  through  his  hand.  

                      a  sound  behind  him  makes  him  jump  and  he  whirls,  hand  coming  up  to  strike  the  person.  fingers  pass  through  skin  easy  as  water  and  he  swears,  eyes  going  wide.  

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starter call!!

[ i’ve finished my drafts and memes here so hit that like button for a thing!! or hop in my IM’s to plot. ]

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❝ you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore. ❞

his  head  is  hung  low  ,  eyes  trained  intently  on  one  particular  stain  upon  the  worn  ,  old  rug  beneath  his  feet  .  it’s  rugged  and  rough  ,  long  past  it’s  prime  ,  not  unlike  the  man  who  owns  it  .  he  wonders  if  that’s  the  reason  the  other  man  can’t  bring  himself  to  throw  it  out  ,  or  if  it  simply  doesn’t  occur  to  him  that  it  ought  to  be  replaced  .  

his  words  hit  a  little  too  close  to  home  ,  like  pinprick  daggers  right  to  the  gut  ,  and  he  feels  the  corners  of  his  lips  pull  downward  in  a  pronounced  frown  .  he  doesn’t  say  anything  ,  at  least  not  at  first  .  long  fingers  pull  his  polo  over  his  head  ,  the  stench  of  sweat  and  sex  and  booze  still  embedded  in  every  fiber  .  spotted  stains  from  spilled  drinks  dot  his  collar  .  he  wonders  if  he  has  a  spare  shirt  in  his  car  ,  or  if  it  would  even  be  worth  it  ——  after  all  ,  mary  made  it  quite  clear  she  knew  exactly  where  he  was  going  .

he  could  fire  back  with  his  own  assessment  of  robert  ,  of  his  own  selfishness  and  determination  to  run  from  his  problems  .  his  HYPOCRISY  at  holding  others  to  a  standard  or  morality  he’s  unable  to  meet  himself  .  but  if  he  did  ,  he’d  be  no  better  ;  there  are  few  sins  worse  than  adultery  .

❛❛  if  that’s  really  how  you  feel  ——  ❜❜  he  stands  ,  khakis  wrinkled  and  rumpled  ,  and  fastens  the  buttons  of  his  polo  without  meeting  his  eyes  .  (  he  has  to  button  it  all  the  way  to  the  top  to  hide  the  dark  ,  angry  marks  mottled  over  his  neck  .  )  ❛❛  ——  then  maybe  we  shouldn’t  do  this  anymore  .  that’s  what  you  WANT  ,  isn’t  it  ?  ❜❜  his  voice  is  even  ,  but  there’s  the  barest  hint  of  a  bite  to  it  .

❛❛  don’t  waste  your  time  showing  me  out  .  i  know  where  the  door  is  .  ❜❜  without  another  word  ,  or  a  second  glance  ,  he  gathers  the  rest  of  his  things  .  he  feels  the  shame  creeping  up  his  spine  as  the  door  swings  closed  behind  him  .

a  heavy  sigh  shudders  out  of  him  as  he  slips  into  the  driver’s  seat  .  he  deflates  ,  forehead  pressed  against  the  worn  leather  of  his  steering  wheel  .  now  that  he’s  alone  ,  he  realizes  how  sore  every  inch  of  his  body  is  .  he  can  feel  fresh  bruises  along  his  hips  ,  his  thighs  ,  his  ass  .  and  he  knows  robert  was  DELIBERATE  with  it  .

robert’s  sweater  is  still  crumpled  up  in  the  passenger’s  seat  ,  and  he  goes  instinctively  to  wring  it  between  his  hands  .  the  fabric  is  soft  and  warm  ,  and  in  spite  of  everything  ,  he  finds  himself  bending  forward  to  sniff  the  fabric  .  

he  has  no  intention  of  giving  it  back  .  /  meme  !

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"If this is the portal of hell, why don't you come up out of that ground and get us?"

ghost adventures || accepting

                    robert  GRINNED,  sharp  and  delighted,  at  amanda's  taunting  shout.  'she's  learning!!  ah,  my  little  cryptid  hunter  is  growing  up,  '  he  thinks  as  he  steps  forward,  takes  on  a  threatening  stance.  

                   ❛  yeah,  stop  fucking  around.  any  demons  want  a  fight??  because  i'm  more  than  ready  to  beat  your  asses.  ❜  he  shifts  his  grip  on  the  knife  clutched  in  his  hand,  glanced  over  to  make  sure  amanda  had  her  own  weapons  at  the  ready.  there's  no  promise  they'll  find  anything  but  he  has  cameras  up  none  the  less.  trained  the  hell  out  of  amanda  too,  just  in  case.  she's  ready.  

                   (  he  hopes.  her  dad  will  KILL  him  if  she  gets  hurt.  fuckin'  yikes.  )

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faithlessfather replied to your post: ❣

sounds about right

robert is, at any given moment, only seconds away from considering murdering joseph.

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attraction meme || accepting

✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ | Sexual Attraction✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Romantic Attraction✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Crushing✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Squishing✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ | Sensual Attraction✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ | Aesthetic Attraction

Low ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ High

Hover over the names for explanations.

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[ best line of the night: “...gay witches, especially.” 

or

“gay witches, or ‘gwitches’“ ]