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Lil Dagover in The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, Robert Wiene, 1920.
i really need to limit drinking soda by like.. half the glass. a whole glass is too much for me these days. hit the like button to get a small starter from sammy.
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❝ Well now that’s a shame. ❞ now if Clark Thompson had merely turned his back and waltzed right back out of every closed establishment on account of the owner’s request, he’d have never gotten anything done. ❝ I DO hate to impose, but it’s a bit of an emergency, you see. I’ve got everything about the book I need already. Wouldn’t take five minutes to sort it all out. I’d be willin’ to pay double the price on account for the trouble. ❞ he did his best to offer a disarming smile.
He held such a SOUR attitude by default but truly he could put on the charisma as thick as honey when he needed to. ❝ It’s just I’ve got a plane to catch in the morning so I’m afraid I just couldn’t stop by again come tomorrow. ❞ the lie came easily; something simple to really push the helpless and almost timid gentleman just looking for a specific book.
Perhaps it was due to the late hour and darkening skies that’s putting a sour mood on him, but Sam barely hid the annoyed eye-roll he did as he turned to the customer who had just came in after-hours. He props the pencil behind an ear, snaps his notepad shut and stands to eye the stranger with a frown.
"Sorry sir, but we’re closed. I suggest trying the bookstores at the airport, those are usually open earlier than most morning flights,” he sighs, putting the box of fresh books on the counter. The cat gave a big yawn and a stretch, now sitting up to watch the two men.
“We’re closed, you’ll have to come tomorrow at 9 am,” the book keep said as the doors to his shop was opened, the bells giving a cheerful cheer despite the growing dark outside with rain clouds covering the sky. He’s busy with stocking up empty shelves with fresh books, jotting down inventory into a notepad. A cat lazily relaxes on the counter, with a full view of the stranger, his eyes squinted in curiosity.
“Thank you for coming, Falk. I can take things over from here,” Sam said, eyes lingering on the furniture. His mother’s old throw blanket is still draped over her favorite arm chair by the fire place, the charred wood cold since the burial was done the other week. A peaceful death whilst asleep.
The book keep wasn’t doing as well as the facade he’s put on through the whole process. Old friends and a few distant relatives had come to pay their respects, giving him hugs that felt too tight, and pats on his back while saying What a brave and good son you are. They didn’t know that Sam barely slept at night, now that the house felt too silent, save for the occasional creaks and scratches the cellar monster made.
i miss my sammy and i’m gonna bring him back!! let’s get some spook on!
Said cat merely gave the humans the unblinking stare, face partially hidden behind his tail curled tight around himself. Perhaps today is not the day he's up for mischief. "Gardening helps me deal with stress, other than just sleeping in," Sam shrugs, ringing the books' prices up. "I'm guessing you work at a bug hospital?" He asks, before mentioning the price and began to bag the purchase.
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Maude Fealy, 1900′s.
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From Shut, 1907.
Here’s quite a collection of vintage grim reapers.
Source: oneletterwords.com
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supernatural character starters
as requested by anon. Feel free to make any changes !
demon
- “See you in hell.”
- “I have a bit of beef with angels.”
- “I’m only a little bit of a sadist.”
- “Ooh, I can’t wait ‘til your soul is mine.”
- “That’s not really how a contract works.”
- “Do the right thing and just hail Satan.”
- “Hey, kid. [opens trenchcoat] Wanna sell your soul?”
- “I don’t know why people hate Satan so much. He’s pretty cool.” / “Oh yeah, Satan is the worst boss. Don’t tell him I said that.”
- “Are my horns showing?”
- “Hell is hot but so is Miami/L.A./etc.”
demigod
- “And you thought you had daddy/mommy/parent issues.”
- “This weapon is supposed to be holy.”
- “I’m literally half god. How am I supposed to not be cocky?” / “You’re not cocky, but you’re a dick.”
- “My family feuds have bigger consequences.”
- “I thought that monster was supposed to be dead…”
- “The difference between my parents and yours is that if I do something wrong, mine will send down a natural disaster.”
- “[petting Hades’ dog] What? His name is Spot.”
- “I’m just saying, Hercules/Achilles/etc. was a dumbass.”
- “Kinda wish I was atheist sometimes.”
- “It’s not MY fault all these monsters want to kill me.”
misc.
- “You don’t know what I can do with these powers.”
- “What? That? It wasn’t me.”
- “I wish I could ‘come out’ as nonhuman but I don’t think that would end well.”
- “So apparently I was ‘Chosen’ or something.”
- “I’m not like other girls/guys/people. Because I could literally murder you.”
- “[scoff] Mortals.”
- “I have no idea what I’m doing. Even though I have been alive for a thousand years/have immense powers/read minds/etc.”
- “Sometimes I wish I was normal.” / “Don’t be so Hot Topic.”
- “Do you mind keeping…all this…a secret?”
- “We are real. We just don’t like proving it.”
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narcissistic--monstrosity
{ Place One in My Inbox - Questions Edition }
Can work as an ice breaker, starter maker, or just a simple little ask meme.
- “Am I dead?”
- “And what if I don’t?”
- “Are you afraid of God?”
- “Are you crazy?”
- “Are you lost?”
- “Are you really that shallow?”
- “Are you sure it’s okay?”
- “Are you sure there were no survivors?”
- “Can I trust you?”
- “Can we go now?”
- “Can we not fight tonight?”
- “Can’t or won’t?”
- “Do you even care about how I feel?”
- “Do you expect me to believe that?”
- “Do you have any idea what you just did?”
- “Do you love me?”
- “Do you trust me?”
- “Do you want to talk about it?”
- “How could you do this?”
- “How did you escape?”
- “How long has it been since you last slept?”
- “How long have you been there?”
- “Is that blood behind your ear?”
- “Just go, alright?”
- “Mind if I sleep here tonight?”
- “Tell me: have you ever been afraid like this?”
- “That’s the best you could come up with?”
- “Wait, were you being sarcastic or…?”
- “Want to hear a secret?”
- “Was I the only one who thought that?”
- “Well, that’s what I said, isn’t it?”
- “What are you?”
- “What are you doing here?”
- “What do I have to say to make you understand?”
- “What do you keep writing in that notebook?”
- “What do you want with me?”
- “What happened?”
- “What if you stayed this time?”
- “What if… what if I don’t want to be free?”
- “What’s in it for me?”
- “What’s in it for you?”
- “When have I ever lied to you?”
- “Where did you go?”
- “Where did you last see it?”
- “Where’s the rest of the body?”
- “Who are you?”
- “Who did this to you?”
- “Why are you so angry?”
- “Why are you so calm about this?”
- “Why do you have this urge to control people all the time?”
- “Why do you keep doing this to me?”
- “Why do you have to make everything about you?”
- “Why does it always have to be alcohol?”
- “Why don’t you come over here and prove it?”
- “Why is the truth so important to you?”
- “Why should I help you?”
- “Wouldn’t that be nice?”
- “You don’t remember me?”
- “You expect me to believe you haven’t done this before?”
- “You’ve been pretending all this time?”
splattermemes
nsfw dominant starters
as requested. Feel free to make any changes !
- “Bend over.”
- “Are you wearing that for me?”
- “Beg for it.”
- “I’m not sure what to use on you..”
- “You look so good like that, waiting for me.”
- “I love seeing you all wet.” / “I love seeing you all hard.”
- “I’m not letting you finish until you say ‘please’.”
- “This hickey will look good on you.”
- “Did I go in too fast?”
- “Wider.”
- “You make me fall to pieces…”
- “You can take it.”
- “Moan for me..”
- “I’ll do you right here, right now.”
- “Are you shy?”
- “Don’t give me that look. I won’t be able to resist you.”
- “You taste divine.”
- “Where should I leave a mark? Here? Or here?”
- “Stay still, or it will hurt.”
- “Don’t cover your mouth; I want to hear you.”
"Sometimes I wish I was an atheist, but the Catholic schoolboy I grew up with inside me says otherwise," he sighs tiredly. "The nagging tug in the back of my head that there is someone watching us from upstairs is still there, even after all these years. Do you get me?"
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The lush and misty forest was always so tempting to explore, despite the ominous and foreboding sense that raised the hairs at the back of one’s neck and sent shivers down one’s spine. Its beauty was as dark as it was alluring. Even the tree’s laden with bones and rotting corpses weren’t enough to deter some travelers. It appeared this one was no different. Drathenia closed in on the trespasser that had ventured into her midst, looming from the shadows.
“What brings a soul like you here?” She inquired. May as well find out… it wasn’t as though she would let him leave.
It wasn't always that Sam would enter the woods at such an early hour, but it was a cool Saturday morning, and he needed to harvest more herbs for himself. His mother's coven had given him a list, and a map to where their 'garden' is at, but alas, the young witch had gone off the path, and through a portal that proved treacherous to be lost in. He cursed gently as his phone began to frazzle and glitch, the signal reducing to three, two, one, no bars over twenty minutes.
He jumped as he hears the lilting voice greet him, turning to see a beautiful lady standing there, her head slightly tilted like a curious… beast.
"Hi," the witch greets her. "I'm sorry, I think I've accidentally entered your realm. I'm lost," he sighs, pocketing his phone. "Will you help me? I haven't got much on myself, but I do have a jar of sweets. They're for the fae, it keeps them distracted before they start with their pranks on me,"
"Whoah," the bookkeep's brows arched at the selection the customer stacks onto the counter. There's about four textbooks on human anatomy, biology, microorganisms.. and one on plants. The cat dozing on the edge of the counter gave a yawn, only to stretch and curl into a ball again. "This is my favorite book, its chapter on indoor care is very informative. Great choice, doc," he says, keying in the prices into the till.
It seems like my muse only emerges when Halloween is right around the corner these days. Give this post a like if you're up to meet your local spook man who has a babadook living in his cellar, and runs a book store in town. Oh, he also loves his mother very much!
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