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The Magnus Archives Starters !
Taken from the 2016-2021 Rusty Quill podcast, The Magnus Archives! (These are specifically more of the ‘creepy’ lines). Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit!
“I’ve seen Dawn of The Dead. I know what the groans of the undead are meant to sound like but… it wasn’t that at all.”
“It’s funny how fear can just become as routine as hunger.”
“He said I’d know when I saw him because “All the bones are in his hands.”
“My father spent my formative years killing dozens of people, and I had no idea.”
“I do not know if you’ve ever felt your blood being sucked out of you, but I would not recommend it.”
“In both cases, they said that it was because they never really felt like I wanted them around and, looking back, that was kind of true.”
“I need that. I need you to tell me that it’s just coincidence and my mind’s playing tricks, and I need to not lose any more bits of me.”
“You’ve got to understand, I know dangerous, I understand dangerous, hell, I am dangerous. This was something else.”
“An eagerness to test my faith against whatever was inside (Name)’s soul. Not even considering that I might be risking it.”
“I’m so sorry… It wants your faith.”
“I cannot stress this enough… What answered was not God. It wasn’t him. Something else answered my call for protection.”
“I do worry about the state of my soul, of course, but there is little to be done.”
“I’ve cataloged and looked into enough of these mysteries to know that following that noise was a really, really bad idea.”
“Maybe she was sick and needed an ambulance. Oh god, maybe I’d left her to die.”
“No, sir, you have nothing to fear of the dead.”
“I stood face to face with a man with no eyes, and he saw me.”
“I think we both realized how messed up it was if she could list the number of times she’s seen (Name) in the sunlight.”
“How would a melody describe itself when asked?”
“By this point, I was just about sick of this weird thing that looked like a person but was not a person.”
“You don’t need to be smart to know when you’re surrounded by your own mutilation.”
“I didn’t like that smile one bit. Far too many teeth to it.”
“You can’t understand what it is to be prey.”
“The pretty young things complained, and I left.”
“Come quickly. We’ve taken ill. We’ve passed away.”
“It feels like if I say they’re real, whatever is watching will know.”
“I suppose that I can turn on the tape recorder while we’re being eaten alive.”
“Tens of thousands of tiny things without mouths screaming as one.”
“She was completely hollow aside from a few cobwebs that I could see in the streetlights.”
“It was my most prized possession. And all I had left of him after he used it to cut his own throat — The only sensible decision he ever made.”
“Really makes you wonder about gods housing standards. I’m just saying if it was my house? I’d be pretty pissed.”
“And hey, it wasn’t the first time that I broke into a church.”
“No, no. I’ll catch you when you’re not scheming.”
“I turned the very real feeling of unease into a fun sort of fear. Like I was just playing at being scared.”
“No one ever knows what they are really hearing or seeing.”
“He nods and says that that’s okay. He’s lying, and that makes me very afraid.”
“I don’t know how and I don’t know why but he took my brother away from me, and if I ever see him again? I’m going to kill him.”
“The person they think they’re seeing has been dead for years, but they didn’t see the change. They’re looking at a complete stranger and they have no idea.”
“The corpse went missing the next night, which makes me think he took it…”
“For obvious reasons, I can’t describe him. I can barely describe his absence.”
“I don’t want to but it’s my nature now. And you can’t fight what you are or even what you aren’t.”
“It’s not you. It’s his fault. He didn’t warn you properly, and now you’re stuck here with us.”
“The audience is only safe when the story isn’t about them.”
“Maybe the thing had some power to keep me there but, honestly, it was fight, flight, or freeze. And I froze.”
“The moment that you die will feel exactly like this one.”
“They never tell you how difficult it is to take a human life.”
“Safe hands where the skin feels wrong.”
“I don’t even have a voice box. I had to borrow this one.”
“Don’t turn on the light.”
“This place is evil, (Name), and I think doing what it wants probably makes us evil.”
“Pray the sandman only brings you sleep.”
“With a single, smooth motion, like ripping the tablecloth off at a restaurant, he pulled the skin at whatever had been pretending it was my brother.”
“What is it, do you think, that makes people so obsessed with horrific things happening to other people?”
“I think I finally understand why she brought me back, I just don’t understand why she left me behind.”
“I always tried to live like that. But I think sometimes, you feel like you’re adapting, but it’s just denial.”
“They don’t get that the only thing to deal with something like him is to watch his eyes go dead with your hands around his throat.”
“I’m going to hurt them, though. I’m going to hurt the thing that stole my brother and wrecked my life.”
“That’s right. (Name). I don’t know if you can hear me, but if you can… then I don’t forgive you. But thank you for this.”
“There is nowhere in this universe where it would not blot out the sky.”
“It made me think of those winter mornings, when I was a kid, with no snow. Just frost and frozen mist over everything. Keeping the world in place. Curling you up into yourself and quietly waiting for you to lose your footing. Slip and fall. Snap.”
“You’re not quite human enough to die, but still too human to survive.”
“How do you know you’re the same person who went to sleep?”
“I thought moving away from my humanity would have made that more acceptable. That sacrifice. But it just makes me sad.”
“Afraid that any hesitation might make them reconsider. Might mark me out as something other than whatever he decided I was.”
“But as far as (Name) sees it, I’m not compromised anymore. And that… is better.”
“You’re still wearing her face.”
“Down here, I don’t hear the blood anymore.”
“You should know, if I wasn’t human before, I’m definitely less now.”
“Yeah well, when I get myself kidnapped three times in a row then I’ll listen to you.”
“You’ll kill me? I can hardly wait.”
“I know I made a choice. I made a choice because I was afraid to die.”
“It feels nice to hate something that can’t hurt me.”
“He needed a crew to follow him out of trust, not out of fear.”
“We were both trapped there, I think. Bound together in some sort of wordless misery.”
“Always respected you for that. Takes a strong stomach to not give a shit.”
“Sometimes, you just have to leave. Even if what’s on the other side scares you.”
“I’m not quite as much for decades-long campaigns of subtle terror these days.”
“The only reason this one feels special is because it’s happening to you.”
“I guess I’m just a bit burnt out on the end of the world.”
“We are merely sons of the dirt.”
“I wonder how much of them were still in there. How much they chose to be what they were.”
“How much do I actually care? How much of it is feeling like I should care?”
“They’re gone. They made their choice, and it wasn’t you.”
“It’s not in your blood or your soul or your destiny. It’s just in your own rotten luck.”
“I’m mourning a world I killed. And we’re all trapped in its rotting corpse.”
“Close your eyes. Ignore the sounds. You, at least, are safe.”
“We can’t fight the world, (Name).”
It means the journey will be the journey regardless of what we do to make it.”
“They won’t hear you. They’re too busy waiting to die.”
“Such devotion. You don’t deserve it. But you already know that!”
“Yeah. I think we should go for it. Get our murder on.”
“I’m sorry but I’m not going to kill a man just because you’re jealous.”
“She knew that whatever was about to imminently kill her was going to rise up from deep inside her own body.”
“All things end. And every step you take whatever direction you may choose only brings you closer to it.”
“I don’t like me sometimes, and I am me.”
“Sometimes I wonder if I forget things on purpose. Easier not to think about them, I guess. Easier to let them just slip away.”
“He loved me, and I couldn’t even remember his face!”
“I can’t. There’s too many. I can’t save everyone. I can’t- I can’t save anyone.”
“Well, in that case, thank you for swinging by my huge corner of the apocalypse.”
“Cheerleading you when you were on a magical murder spree probably was t a great idea.”
“The time to run is over. The time to suffer has arrived.”
“I’m (Name). I’m here to help you, to treat you, to make it so you’re less of a … burden to everyone.”
“Not an hour from an oasis, and we’re already at Sinister Hospital.”
“We can’t hunt a monster you refuse to see.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Am I supposed to be sympathizing? After everything you two did to people?”
“We arrive somewhere. Deliver terror and death. Then leave. Never to be seen again.”
“Maybe we don’t have to feel any way at all.”
“The journey will be the journey.”
“Hm. I didn’t like that realization.”
“I don’t know how to be this. I don’t want to scare people.”
“Because it makes the sadness feel at home. Turns it from a burden into… An indulgence.”
“I’m saying there aren’t any easy solutions. We have no idea what’s going to happen.”
“And, if it comes down to it, I’ll get (Name) to destroy me like the others.”
“That’s the problem. I could have grown to dislike her, but you made sure that sort of thing could never happen.”
“Of course I’m dangerous, (Name). I’m a monster, just like you, and you can’t kill all of us.”
“That isn’t exactly a surprise, is it? That the lonely seems comfortable to you?”
“I hardly call flooding the street with blood the ‘star treatment.’”
“So what? It’s just an eldritch popularity contest?”
“Oh, I’m the antichrist’s plus one.”
“It’s just hard not to look down on people when they put you up on a pedestal like that.”
“But you have to have hope in something, otherwise there’s no point in anything.”
“And you’re going to have to promise me that you’re going to do everything in your power to live. That you’re not gonna sacrifice yourself at the first opportunity just because you feel guilty about what happened.”
“We’re surviving. And trying to help others do the same. That’s not nothing.”
“Okay. I can still hate him even if I don’t blame him.”
“Doesn’t matter. (Name)’s here, and that’s all that matters.”
“For a while, it belonged to a sculptor of puppets, who made his strings from the tendons of those who he felt did not appreciate his art.”
“What about me? I didn’t think I was really important enough to kill.”
“I kept out of it, even when I got a pretty good idea of what was going on towards the end, but… I should have known better. Hiding never helps.”
I’d rather live the rest of my life lying awake wondering if I made the right choice, over lying awake listening to the screams of everyone on Earth being tortured!
“It took almost two years of crisis and trauma to even make us compatible. And that sucks. But here we are.”
“Probably for the best. Empathy only holds you back in the end.”
MANNY MONTANA: Good Girls (2018-2021)

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i'm never not gonna complain about tw canon but the fact they let peter be the one hale standing (cause they never mentioned cora again after early s3b and malia --rightfully so-- is a tate) pisses me off so bad. bc that man hated everything talia's vision, and the hale dynasty, stood for-- and MISS MA'AM IS A DIRECT DESCENDANT OF TALIA and just as derek and laura were fucking shapeshifters and nobody fuckign acknowledges that's what cora would've been is sooooooooooo. anyways.. miss ma'am is a peacekeeper and y'all been reading her wrong <3
ADELAIDE KANE as CORA HALE • Teen Wolf S3E07: Currents
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1x09 - “Trou Normand”
#married couple arguing about parenting
BETTER THAN HER. amy's eyes shift left, to absolutely nothing but the void of their surrounding environment. but there, in her own tortured vision, does she stare into a mirror as if to remind herself what it is michael is talking to. A GOD-AWFUL AND GROTESQUE DESCRIPTION WRITES ITSELF INTO THE IMAGINARY REFLECTION. boring holes into a creature with mangey skin that's been plucked raw, emaciation tightening poisoned flesh to an uncomfortable pull, its complexion a foul green. JUST A TIRED WOMAN, NO LESS.. amy would've agreed with him if her teeth hadn't sunk into both sides of her tongue during her lapse of silence while examining her perception of herself. eyes snap back to him. pulling the hem of her hoodie down, as if it wasn't already hanging above her knee, she inhales as deeply as her lungs would let her. THANK FUCK HE CHANGED THE SUBJECT.
like a seasoned illusionist, amy's hands reemerge from the depths of her sleeves with a few semi-crinkled cigarettes in one hand, and a beat up juul sitting on top of miscellaneous receipts in the other. PICK A CARD, ANY CARD! asking if she had a smoke on her is enough to pry the calcium out of her tongue — michael's awarded a rare scoff, amused. genuinely. " should just buy y'own smokes, y'know.. don't have t'put up with me just t'get one. "
he ponders, as he's accepting the courtesy, what would be considered quick and what would be considered desperate. how much time has to pass between asking and accepting. he thinks of the nod he's given to someone else to run before him, he remembers the urgency, the lack of compassion or even care shown towards him, when it was his own life he was putting on the line. but this ain't the same, he's asking for something and the something is being granted to him, as it would happen if he'd exchanged his one-out-of-three wishes from a genie. amy's no genie. he's got no fucking idea what she is, but she is. and she's there, flesh and bone, from what he could tell.
❛❛ and what would i do without our weekly encounters, then? bore myself to death? ❜❜ the cigarette hangs off of his bottom lip, barely held in place by the way he keeps his hand lingering over his own face, to cover what? he's not sure. as the spark brings clarity to the shadows he's been wanting to maintain, it also serves its purpose in lighting the thing that supposedly kills. not them, apparently. ❛❛ you'd miss this too much. ❜❜

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the cage allows for a comfortable feign sense of control. so, what happens when it is no more? when all walls have been tore down, what is it to expect? well, she was going to find out sooner or later that life isn't supposed to be a prophecy, and only a handful of things are as linear as one might think. why is it so hard to let loose? why is it that life likes to throw things at her to shake the ground she so confidently tries to walk on? if leighton could stop pacing around the room, gesturing all over, she would. but all she can do now is hear her own voice muffled as if her head is being held underwater, and she just can't stop talking... people should come with on and off switches at the back of their heads. although, she does respond to voice command apparently, alicia's voice particularly: “ it’s okay. it’s okay. i’m right here, okay? i’m not gonna leave you. ” @doomdays
❛❛ oh... ❜❜ so this is what her constant babbling has been about, old insecurities leigh has really thought she'd already put to rest. she chuckles awkwardly, ❛❛ oh, for sure! i know that! ❜❜ laugh track, again (like that's gonna help!). ❛❛ i know, alright? i'm just—ugh! it's not—it isn't you, okay? it's just... how do you do it? this—all of this... how? ❜❜
petulance drips disgustingly through the cracks. jackie, who had, up until this dreadful point in time, thought wanted oh-so-bad to be seen, can't deal with the consequences of it, and is left to be taken care of as she has been her whole life. she wakes up wanting to throw a fit most days, none of the other girls seem to want to do the same, so it's all bottled up—and the feeling is disturbingly similar to the one sitting on her stomach when she would wake in her cozy bed back at home. maybe this is why she hasn't been able to evolve like the rest, the setting has changed but it all feels the same. even her safety blanket in the form of a teenage girl, @itchose , is trying to talk some sense into her. “ i’m not trying to baby you. it’s called taking care of my friends. ”
❛❛ well, it doesn't fucking feel like it, shauna. ❜❜ she slips into the armor as her arms cross over her chest, her voice doesn't raise but the tone is there. ❛❛ i can do this, you know? ❜❜ no, you can't. ❛❛ i really can! ❜❜
it's warm beneath his shadow. doesn't even feel like it's eclipsing everything else in carmen's mind, quieting all sounds, colouring everything up, all the things that are usually grey when seen through his own eyes—it's warm and peaceful for a moment before all of it becomes way too much for him to handle. it boils underneath his skin, the colours become too bright, too vibrant —he's going to go blind—, and the quiet... the quiet was never silent, it was ceaseless whispering toned down, and the volume is switched all the way up in one swift motion. it's unbearable underneath his shadow.
“ you really don’t realize just how many people love you, do you? ” says @wildsign again, and again, and again. in a loop that seems as though will last an eternity. the weight of it feels like it's going to crush every bone in his body to dust, he'll be no more, and nobody's going to come and collect what he owes them for the love he's apparently sucking out of all these people who don't know him, not really. but then it stops, and the spiral he thought had been going on for ages only lasted about five seconds, and mikey's eyes are awaiting for an acknowledgement at the very least. he's being ungrateful.
❛❛ mhm... i know. ❜❜ pause. ❛❛ love you, too, man. ❜❜
worry leaves a distinct look in mother's mien. a sudden tightness in the pitch of her stomach is what gives it away, that she's not indifferent to another's discomfort. how could she be? she's been fighting the world all these years, throughout all these loses, all that heartbreak had to mean something. it wouldn't have, had she turned cold, vile—it's difficult to remain kind. like a muscle that atrophies when it isn't worked enough, gentleness, too, needs to be practiced regularly to prevent the soul to become... inhuman.
“ i’m fine. this just happens sometimes. it’s normal for me. ” echoes in the voice of one @amygone. maggie can't say she'd recognize the sound of it in a group of people talking over each other, not like she would the voices of her own... but deep down she wants to. amy is, after all, part of her community now. maggie will bleed for her safety just as she would for all the other people in this settlement, even if now she has a new priority who needs her.
❛❛ just 'cause it's normal don't mean y'gotta be used to it... ❜❜ does she have enough to bargain here? her eyes set on the figure of the girl sitting next to her—it ain't fine, it shouldn't just happen. ❛❛ we got a medic, y'know? ya can go see 'em if y'like... ❜❜
it's always “you look like shit, man”, “what's with the crazy eyes?” or “what happened to your hand?” — sometimes even a combination of all three. he had once been smug enough to conceal through it, right after it all went down, the mines, the mansion, the mountains; he's not been able to keep the façade up for quite some time now. instead, he's gotten used to it, accepted it even... at least that he looks like shit. so when he hears @amygone state it, he's forced to laugh.
❛❛ look waaay better than you, though— ❜❜ does he? does it even matter? michael reckons it's all the same, for him, for her. for a moment, he allows himself to wonder if looks had meant something for her as it did for him back in the day, if the permanent mask all over her skin had been a rebellious act, an impulsive decision she was forced to commit to. he'll never ask, in fact, he snaps out of it rather quickly; maybe there's no real interest in filling out the blanks in her story. ❛❛ got a smoke? ❜❜

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i'm so obsessed with the way jackie had never had to deal with any "real problem" —pretty privilege, only child, too charismatic for her own good, etc etc— until the plane crash and how that made it so easy for her to remain self-aware (and hopeful but we're not talking about this now, maybe later) refusing to accept that this is the new normal in contrast of how all of her friends, despite clearly struggling with it, shifted into survival mode and adjusted to it. and how being so embarrassingly disconnected from reality due to being sheltered from most of it all the time, one way or another, made her a pawn in her own story (even when she was perceived as the main character and people thought that's how she perceived herself as well). she's become two-dimensional even to herself, introduced as a girl looking at her own reflection confused and disgusted, and when she does something horrible out of hurt and ugliness and selfishness, finally becoming somewhat complex, it is every bit expected to turn on her bc why would anyone cut her some slack?
HURT / COMFORT : STARTERS
a collection of quotes, phrases, and sayings for when your muse needs a little TLC. change & alter as needed.
THE HURT:
“Nah, it’s not that bad. I’ve had worse.”
“I don’t think I can walk that far… or at all.”
“I’m fine. I don’t need your help.”
“Will you stay with me? Just until I fall asleep?”
“I’m sorry, I’m just—I’m just really tired.”
“I don’t need a break. I’m okay.”
“It was my fault. It was all my fault.”
“I think I need help.”
“So, I don’t think I’m dying, or anything, and it’s probably not that serious, but… I’m kinda bleeding. A lot.”
“Is the room spinning right now, or is that just me?”
“No, I’m okay, I just… I hit my head. Really hard. I’ll be okay, just give me a second.”
“I’m not sick! I’m fine!”
“No, I don’t think any of my bones are broken, or anything like that. Just bad bruises.”
“Yeah, but you should see the other guy.”
“I’m fine. This just happens sometimes. It’s normal for me.”
“I’ve got a headache.”
“Seriously, though, I’m fine! Stop making such a big deal out of it!”
“I’ve been taking care of myself for a long time. I don’t need your help, and I definitely don’t need your pity. Fuck off.”
“Please tell me I don’t look as bad as I feel.”
“I think I’m running a fever.”
“So, what’s the prognosis, Doc? Am I gonna live?”
“Stop fussing over me! I’m not a baby!”
“Can I stay with you tonight? I just… really don’t want to be alone right now.”
“No, I-I’m okay. It was just a nightmare. Go back to sleep.”
“I… can’t actually remember the last time I had something to eat.”
“You shouldn’t be here. You’ll get sick, too.”
THE COMFORT:
“Honey, have you been crying? What is it? What’s wrong?”
“I think you’d better take a break.”
“It’s not your fault, sweetheart. You did everything you could.”
“You don’t have to go through this alone. I’m right here for you if you’ll just let me in.”
“There’s nothing wrong with you. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you. Don’t ever let yourself believe that there is.”
“You really don’t realize just how many people love you, do you?”
“If you’re not going to take care of yourself, at least let me do it for you!”
“I’m sorry. I know it hurts.”
“You’re not alone, baby. You never have been.”
“Let’s get you some food.”
“You’re dead on your feet, poor thing. Come on, you need some sleep.”
“Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.”
“Tell me where it hurts.”
“How many times have I told you to be more careful?!”
“It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here, okay? I’m not gonna leave you. I’m never gonna leave you.”
“Oh, honey, you’re safe now. I promise. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
“Go ahead and take a shower. I’ll fix you something to eat.”
“What happened to you, baby?”
“I’ll kill that bastard. I’ll kill him for what he did to you.”
“You look like shit, man.”
“Whoa, whoa, take it easy! You got pretty banged up back there, and you don’t want to go making yourself worse.”
“I’m not trying to baby you. It’s called taking care of my friends.”
“Sweetheart, you’re burning up! Why didn’t you say anything? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were sick?”