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“Now...All I really need you to understand is that all this? Not what it looks like.” Buck says that a lot. It’s his go-to response to everything these days. Hell, it’s probably his out-of-office reply at this point. “Just a simple misunderstandin’-- and, listen, it’s okay. Sometimes we just confused; it’s human nature.”

The confusion being what exactly was he doing on their front steps, carrying handfuls of their things? It’s not exactly a scene one could misinterpret but with how he carries himself, so confident and sure of himself, it’s almost believable to think he had a right to be there.

15 questions about mun’s taste in muses.

4. what’s the weirdest muse you’ve ever had?

 Definitely the martians from the War of the Worlds novels! I also had a young modern version of Gabriel Utterson from Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde who got turned into a werewolf (and was hella gay)

8. who is your latest muse? can be someone you’re only considering / not planning to play at all, but is tempting you.

                       Klaus stared at the… tree thing… and narrowed his eyes. He really shouldn’t buy the cheap drugs, they often made him see… weirder shit than usual. 

   “Oh, you might be surprised.” Elise replied, returning the smile. “It’s a shame really, if I’d known you were in town I might’ve brought along a book for you to sign.”

 The books that Ed and Lorraine Warren had published over the years had been a small beacon of hope to Elise as she grew up, knowing in her heart that they were genuine people, not just some money-spinners with mind games and a tape recorder. She knew that they truly understood the paranormal in the same way that she did, experienced many of the same things that she experienced.

She won a contest - not the offically-sponsored lottery, but one of those things thrown together by a hometown museum and a local business owner who thought his tickets would be put to better use drumming up new customers than delighting his own children (but after that incident with the mouse, the grease trap, and the single curly fry, well - he was going to need either the world’s biggest distraction distraction or its best ad campaign, and Dino’s Diner - Values so big even a T-Rex can feast! didn’t work as well as hoped when you considered his name was actually pronounced ‘Dee-no’, the restaurant’s mascot was an overmustachioed Italian man holding a hamburger in one hand and a plate of spaghetti in the other, and it had never once mentioned dinosaurs in any context in its previous twenty years of business).

Tell us why you deserve the trip! the posters had proclaimed, and she hadn’t even bothered to write anything. Her entry had been a photo essay, every image labelled with a date - from the birthday a tiny Shiloh had received her first stuffed Styracosaurus to the most recent rejection from Funtime Fossils LLC: Sorry, all our programs are full!

(There’d been a lot of pictures, particularly of the latter. She has more than one of those letters, and no shame whatsoever about going for the pity win.)