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SEND A  💐  AND I WILL GENERATE A NUMBER FOR WHAT MY MUSE SAYS TO YOURS.

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mini-playlist for a muse of your choosing:        more like all my muses collectively        #songs that inspire me to write (when i do)

referencing my other muses: @viewtokill @solemnduty @marinescoffee @bronzetyler @sevencrux & relevant other chars

       “ acoustic funeral / like st. valentine / katherine wheel (öö megamix) – him (BOND + BOND GIRLS / @kythereiia)        “ smoke – pvris (SAM, BAD WOLF!ROSE): this isn’t violence this is just a war in my head, i give it time but it never seems to end. i feel a fire in the back of my throat, so let’s get covered in flames and play some games with the smoke.       “ holy – pvris (SAM, POST-OHMSS BOND, YOUNG TOM RIDDLE JR): you’re just a ghost at most, a set of empty bones, searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole. […] you’re shallow and empty and filled with regret. i think that chest must be heavy from that cross on your neck you only wear ‘cause you’re wary of what comes next after your death.       “ sleepwalking – the chain gang of 1974 (ROSE)        “ paralyzed – mystery skulls (CAPT PICARD): [instrumental only]       “ appreciate – lemaitre (BOND + BOND GIRLS / @kythereiia @herroyaldarkness @ofarchaeology): you should never give me money ‘cause i don’t know how to appreciate anything i’ve got. (this is why we can’t have nice things) so i’m gonna let you, down, down, down again.        “ get right church – ben miller band (GIBBS, EARLY SEASONS SAM / @noblehell @harvalle)         “ derezzed -- daft punk (CAPT PICARD)       “ hail to the king – avenged sevenfold (BOY KING!SAM): hail to the king, hail to the one: kneel to the crown, stand in the sun […] blood is spilled while holding keys to the throne: born again, but it’s too late to atone.        “ blinded – third eye blind (SAM / @shewhosaves)       “ gone sovereign (0:14-0:56) / absolute zero (3:45-4:32) – stone sour (BOY KING!SAM, BOND): i need to be chosen and my god don’t pray for me. so scatter all my ashes when i’m dead, and shatter every legend in my head. // the bloody angle, the symmetry; your cheap adhesive isn’t holding me. my mouth is a gun i can shoot, i can show you the truth and i don’t need a reason to lie to you. […] if you don’t have a weapon, you can’t have mine.        “ sweet child o’ mine – guns n’ roses (SAM, ON JESSICA MOORE)       “ $TING – the neighborhood (MARIUS / @blessedpandora)       “ the devil takes care of his own – band of skulls (LUCIFER!SAM / BOY KING!SAM, VOLDEMORT, BOND ON M + BRAINWASHED!BOND): if you flip the rug then you’ll reveal an ugly seed, but the strength of 10,000 will never weaken me. […] didn’t you read it in the detail? that if you’re idle then you’re well fed […] the devil takes care of his own.       “ friction – imagine dragons (GIBBS)       “ god’s gonna cut you down – johnny cash (GIBBS, SAM, BOND)

❛   tell me a piece of your history.   ❜  sleep tugging at her gaze;   him tugging at her gaze.   limbs shift within feather bare sheets,   a quiet rustling of lovers whispering in the dark. 

      sore feet dragged atop damp grass, shoulders slumped.        a stake dangled from manicured fingers, the weight of it       reassuring as she trudged through the darkness. her path       was illuminated by the moon, though light wasn’t necessary        for her to know where she was going. after patrolling restfield        for the greater part of five years, she knew every square inch       of the grounds. tonight, her heart just wasn’t in it.

      the patrol was routine, a necessary evil -- but her mind had bigger       things to worry about. a few rogue vampires were nothing in       comparison to the many battles she was already facing -- her       mother’s illness, protecting dawn from glory, riley leaving...       it was all becoming too much. too much for one girl just entering       adulthood to handle. at this point, patrolling should have been       something she welcomed. she knew how to approach the        situation; knew how to fight this battle. 

      as green eyes fall on a figure before her, the grip on her stake       tightens, preparing herself for the fight that was coming. her       arm raises, ready for the kill, stake seconds away before she       realizes that the figure isn’t a vampire, but a man.

      an almost riley-shaped man.       not that she noticed.

      was it ANXIETY that rendered  him IMMOBILE? or perhaps fear of        disappointing his FRIEND?      such conflicting thoughts burrowed        deep, festering in his heart,     causing him much agony. never had        he understood what humans faced;         never had he realized the        struggle humanity dealt with, day in   and day out;     never had he        realized how truly lost he was    WITHOUT a home. he is terrible at        veiling amassed desolation,  but the semblance of a CONCERNED        FRIEND is enough, he supposes.

meme.   /  selectively accepting.

gold-spun tresses are tucked behind ear,  corners of lips rising just fairly.   lithely,  as she had held the fragile griefs now once more tucked within his own bones,  adely raises two fingertips to card through tawny strands alongside his temple,  amber hues traveling about his features.   apologies were not often found upon her tongue,  only to be given with the utmost sincerity;  she is not able to be hard with him,  not the cold girl meant for none other.       ❛  you were quiet––– -  ❜