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gotham sentence starters ( s3ep13.)
( !!! SPOILER ALERT !!! for those who haven’t watched this episode yet.)
“ must be my lucky night.”
“ stop or i will fire!”
“ it’s you. it’s really you.”
“ oh, good job. thanks for helping the bad guys.”
“ you’re under arrest.”
“ appreciate you seeing me so late.”
“ doesn’t seem like i had much of a choice, does it?”
“ i needed to talk to you. i can do that better here than there.”
“ bending the rules. what a surprise.”
“ there’s always a reason.”
“ wow. it’s actually you. so cool i’m meeting you.”
“ you should thank your friends. they’re the ones who left you behind.”
“ ehh… i would’ve done the same.”
“ you can’t stop it.”
“ you think we’re a small band. but we are everywhere.”
“ how are you doing?”
“ i hope you had a nice sleep. cause we got a busy, busy day ahead.”
“ what are you doing?”
“ i’m reading.”
“ you need to fix this situation.”
“ there’s chatter. ___ is dead, or soon will be. that kind of chatter.”
“ listen to me! ___’s not here. i am.”
“ get up, take a shower, do that disco vampire thing with your hair.”
“ you will come, you will be your old self and the rumors will stop.”
“ why are you helping me?”
“ people think you like me, and as long as they’re scared of you, i get to keep breathing.”
“ are you sure about this?”
“ this is so stupid.”
“ and isn’t that why you have lawyers?”
“ right, ‘cause it’s ‘just’ money.”
“ or another choice is i could leave. i don’t want to, but… it is an option.”
“ maybe they were here the whole time and we just didn’t notice.”
“ i’ll just… stay here if that’s okay.”
“ s/he’s still dead.”
“ i know s/he’s still dead.”
“ i ran into some technical difficulties. nothing that i can’t fix.”
“ is everything plugged in?”
“ try turning it on and off.”
“ people have made sacrifices for you.”
“ you know, you make an interesting point.”
“ they want to see your face.”
“ no awakening for this guy.”
“ holy smacks, is that…?”
“ listen to me!”
“ great. thank you.”
“ i was gonna replace that lamp.”
“ so you can’t make some kind of gadget to figure it out?”
“ let me see it.”
“ so, let’s find out who the traitor is, shall we?”
“ good bluff.”
“ my, my. you scrub up nice.”
“ am i early?”
“ well, don’t say i didn’t warn ya, but… i did warn ya.”
“ you have been such a friend. tell me, what should i do now?”
“ well, i’m glad you can find the humor in it.”
“ did you really think i would be so easy to manipulate?”
“ what was your plan? take advantage of me while i was in a weakened state?”
“ my dear, you are tragically out of your depth.”
“ you get the message? we don’t work for you no more. your day is done, freak.”
“ how dare you?! i will gut you!”
“ i will hang your entrails from every lamppost in this city!”
“ walk away quiet. maybe we’ll send him/her back in one piece.”
“ i will kill them. every one of them!”
“ so, we’re good now?”
“ you were here when they attacked. you defended this house against them.”
“ and that’s the night i changed.”
“ don’t waste your breath.”
“ good cop, bad cop doesn’t work on me.”
“ you think this is funny?! how about this?”
“ if you insist.”
“ don’t touch me.”
“ what the hell was that?”
“ you shouldn’t have done that.”
“ really? you guys can bend the rules but i can’t?”
“ none of us should. me, them, you… but especially not you. you’re better than that.”
“ aw, that’s so sweet.”
“ would you stop it?”
“ look, you want to blame me for ___’s death, that’s fine. i can live with that, knowing you’re okay. but don’t let your hatred of me turn you into something you’re not.”
“ or what? if i change too much you’re gonna put two in my heart like you did to him/her?”
“ don’t ever touch me again or tell me what to do.”
“ i’m already on it, let’s go!”
“ no one’s going anywhere.”
“ we’ve got a show to do, and as you know the show must go on.”
“ boo! ha, ha, ha.”
“ wow… well that is quite a story.”
“ you know, i know i’ve been dead, but doesn’t that seem kinda crazy to you?”
“ hey, maybe you’re dreaming. try shooting yourself.”
“ they think i’m pretty great, huh?”
“ lunatics and idiots? ooh, my kind of people.”
“ sorry. head’s still a little fuzzy.”
“ you know, i was just reborn. last year was nothing but darkness… as far as the eye can see.”
“ i know you, right?”
“ why? ginger’s not your type?”
“ how’s it going between you and him/her? you still together, or…?”
“ oh, that’s a shame. i really liked you guys. hey, what happened?”
“ glad you find it funny.”
“ i get why you don’t.”
“ wow! you miss a lot being dead.”
“ you know what? go ahead, enjoy it.”
“ i see your point. to business.”
“ well, i suppose i should start by killing him/her.”
“ oh… who beat me to it?”
“ that son of a bitch is always upstaging me.”
“ well, i guess i’m just missing one thing then… where is my face?”
“ it’s all here?”
“ we did it, baby.”
“ can we just get out of this town?”
“ hey, smile. we won.”
“ yeah, smile. you won.”
“ go away, kid.”
“ you caught me. what do you want me to say?”
“ i just wanted to make sure i got it right.”
“ that about it?”
“ you want to hate me, that’s your choice.”
“ don’t ever come back!”
“ the time has come to reveal ourselves.”
“ there’s no way out. let the hostages go.”
“ you’re outside? you are, aren’t you?”
“ you don’t have what it takes.”
“ no, you’re the understudy pretending to be a star.”
“ you’re a fraud.”
“ well, for the record, you did one thing s/he never did… boring me.”
“ look at that. no charisma, no stage presence.”
“ keep watching. you don’t wanna miss what happens next.”
“ oh, sorry! didn’t see you.”
“ put your weapons down!”
“ i won’t hurt you, i just want to talk to you.”
“ you can’t do this!”
“ did you know?”
“ yes, it was obvious.”
“ you lied to me.”
“ i didn’t tell you the truth.”
“ didn’t seem like a very attractive alternative.”
“ fight me!”
“ hang on. we got a busy night ahead.”
“ so… how’s it look?”
“ you wouldn’t lie to me, right?”
“ say… you’re not mad, are you?”
“ mad? what could i possibly be mad about? huh?”
“ oh, buddy. you brought me back from the dead.”
“ what’s a cut off face between friends?”
“ i guess that’s true.”
“ you guessed right. bingo.”
“ what are- what are we doing?”
“ i will tear this city apart, brick by brick!”
“ is that really you? are- are you okay?”
“ i… i can’t talk long. i snuck away to the phone.”
“ who has you? where are you?”
“ hurry. hurry, please.”
“ you need to see this.”
“ am i alive? can you hear me?”
“ ah, screw it. let’s do it.”
“ as you may know, i died. uh-oh… but take it from me, death is dull. but coming back - that is something.”
“ leave it to dying to give you a whole new perspective on life.”
“ in the darkness, there are no rules.”
“ so tonight, do what you want. kill who you want. hmm?”
“ oh, and uh… i don’t forgive you for my face.”
“ you’ll never make it in time.”
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Mickey’s here..
#( basically jack while he was still alive and after the curse started to get to him.)#( like i have a strong wish to write out a thread where someone knew him while he lived tbh.)#( just pls gimme.)#╰ when the killed becomes the killer.╮( FC.)
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#╰ when the killed becomes the killer.╮( FC.)#( pre-death!jack is such an adorable lil goof and i feel like these gifs represents that.)#( like slightly sassy but also a nerd.)#( with a pure heart ;u;)
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gotham sentence starters ( s3ep14.)
( !!! SPOILER ALERT !!! for those who haven’t watched this episode yet.)
“ get those freaks in the cages!”
“ we need to find ___”
“ let go off me!”
“ what about you, huh? you know where ___ is? where is s/he?!”
“ look around! s/he’s everywhere!”
“ get down!”
“ are you all right? tell me you’re all right.”
“ i’m fine.”
“ where are they? who dared to think they could lay their hands on you?!”
“ i’m alone.”
“ oh, you escaped. you did. didn’t you, you rascal?”
“ did you bring anyone else?”
“ just wondering if i was gonna have to reload.”
“ i don’t understand.”
“ i know. that’s been half the fun.”
“ i’m sorry, i- i… what is happening? i…”
“ you weren’t kidnapped?”
“ recognize it? oh, why should you? i doubt you did the deed yourself.”
“ i know it was you.”
“ ___ was my everything and you took her/him from me.“
“ now i’ve taken everything from you. well, almost everything. you still have your life.”
“ if the situation worsens we may be forced to step in.”
“ the city will bend long before it breaks.”
“ your faith in ___ is touching. and possibly dangerous.”
“ lights aren’t coming back tonight. tomorrow, if we’re lucky.”
“ this thing just keeps getting bigger.”
“ that might actually be good news.”
“ maybe we can limit this to a single bad night.”
“ how the hell are we supposed to find __ out there?!”
“ the city’s one giant dumpster fire!”
“ you’re not one to miss out on all the fun, so what do you want?”
“ how the hell should i know? i didn’t talk to him/her.”
“ but… my father appeared to me… i saw him.”
“ no. you saw a man that i met in ___ that does killer impersonations.”
“ you see, how do i put this…? ghosts aren’t real!”
“ my father’s remains… you stole them from his grave?”
“ don’t worry. s/he’s at peace now..”
“ i gently placed his/her remains inside a dumpster behind a chinese restaurant.”
“ you were angry. i understand. i even forgive you, but-but killing me is not the way.”
“ so you admit you killed ___?”
“ fine. is that what you want? i confess.”
“ i had him/her killed. but guess what: you should thank me! because we both know what would’ve happened if i hadn’t!”
“ i could’ve lived a life with the wo/man i loved! i could’ve been happy.”
“ you would’ve killed her/him, just like you did the other one!”
“ you couldn’t have helped it! and afterward you would’ve hated yourself.”
“ well, we’ll never know, will we.”
“ i did it for love… i did it because i love you. you should know that.”
“ shut up!”
“ love is about sacrifice. it’s about putting someone else’s needs and happiness before your own.”
“ ’cause the truth is you would sacrifice anyone to save your own neck. even me.”
“ when the ice melts, the chain comes loose, the vat of acid tips… you get the idea.”
“ please…! no, please… i can change.”
“ say you’re right. say you’re right, i… the fact that i love you proves that i can change. just give me a chance.”
“ you know as well as i that a man facing death will say anything to save his skin, and you won’t change. because you can’t.”
“ i was going to have you say hello to ___, but i think you are going to a very different place.”
“ what do you want?”
“ i’ll light these candles.”
“ i’ll nip downstairs and see if there’s any life left in that old generator.”
“ who’s calling at this hour?”
“ my, my. hmm. look how big you’ve gotten.”
“ are you okay?”
“ i’ll be fine, i’ll be fine.”
“ nice place you got here. you rent?”
“ what do you want?”
“ teenagers, am i right?”
“ oh, i remember those days. so many exciting new emotions flowing through ya, wanting to kill everyone you saw. aw…”
“ you know, i will never understand rich people’s tastes.”
“ it’s worthless. i keep it for sentimental reasons.”
“ nice try.”
“ oh, it’s got some heft to it. expensive, i’m guessing. would be such a shame if i– huh. tougher than i figured.”
“ aah! bloody hell!”
“ i asked you what you want.”
“ sorry. the old noodle’s still a little al dente post-thaw.”
“ the reason i’m here is i’m gonna kill you.”
“ well, it’s the last thing i remember wanting to do. it’s been nagging at me since i woke up.”
“ the idea of slitting that pretty, pink throat of yours. figure that’d clear the decks. what do you think, huh?”
“ i remember that night. you were quite the showman.”
“ thank you, always nice to be appreciated.”
“ and you’re just going to kill me here? that’s kind of disappointing.”
“ what do you mean?”
“ after all the buildup, killing me here it just doesn’t show a lot of…”
“ go on boy/girl, spit it out, i can take it.”
“ killing me should mean something, and you’re telling me no one’s going to see it?”
“ you’re saying i need an audience? oh… look. i know you’re just trying to buy time so you can escape. but your point is still valid.”
“ kill him/her.”
“ this is what you’ve been training for.”
“ you’re gonna be all right on your own.”
“ i will see you again.”
“ strangely intimate. come on.”
“ try not to get any blood on the couch. i might come back for that.”
“ help! somebody help me! help!”
“ over here! oh, thank god… there’s not much time. cut me loose! hurry!”
“ you look familiar.”
“ free me, and i promise there’ll be a handsome reward.”
“ yes! now stop standing there and get me out of here!”
“ i- i don’t know… what did you do?”
“ ah, i’m gonna die here listening to this moron.”
“ just cut the ropes! hurry!”
“ fine! come on, then. what are you waiting for?”
“ you in a rush to die?”
“ who’s gonna kill him/her? who’s gonna do it?”
“ come on in, sunshine. don’t be shy. your mother wasn’t. chop-chop!”
“ who are you talking to?”
“ well, we’re off to a good start. what d’ya say? wanna have some fun before the main event?”
“ i’d be proud if i wasn’t so bloody terrified.”
“ gotta be honest, you don’t make the world’s funniest clown.”
“ but… we can fix that. let’s turn that frown upside-down.”
“ ah, shut up, you big baby.”
“ we have to find ___ and kill him/her.”
“ looks like i’m not the only one trying to kill that guy/gal.”
“ i’m sorry, what? speak up.”
“ what are you doing in my house?”
“ oh, i heard you. i’m just surprised you knew the word!”
“ speaking of words, any last ones?”
“ i don’t work for ___.”
“ stop pretending that you’re anything but muscle! yes, you used to be someone, but those days are past!”
“ remember when i put a knife in your mom’s back? that was awful, wasn’t it? you never did anything about it.”
“ nahh… you had your chance to kill me.”
“ stop turning us against each other.”
“ oh, if you think i’m going anywhere with you…”
“ you realize you have to carry him now?”
“ is there a plan for all this madness?”
“ these people don’t want a plan, they want an excuse.”
“ all they want is someone to tell them: do it. kill them, it doesn’t matter. it doesn’t.”
“ ooh, i love this game!”
“ you won’t get away with it.”
“ already did. now shush. i need to concentrate.”
“ so what’s the point?”
“ the point is that all these people out here, looting, robbing, killing, they’re the people who wash your car, who pour your coffee, who take out your trash.”
“ and what happened the moment the lights went out? they showed their true faces.”
“ that’s not true. there are good people in ___.”
“ face it kid, there are no heroes.”
“ hey, hey! foul! s/he pushed me, did you see that?”
“ you want to kill someone? let’s get on with it, come on!”
“ you’re so boring, ___.”
“ did that hurt?”
“ all right. enough dilly-dally. to the main event.”
“ where the hell is our backup?”
“ yeah, but we can’t wait, mate.”
“ hear ye, hear ye, gather around! the show is about to begin.”
“ well, i think we can all agree that tonight was a rousing success.”
“ we brought this miserable city to it’s knees.”
“ well, so what do you say? shall we end the night with a bang? or better yet, a boom?”
“ what’s next? death by a thousand cuts, very poetic. i like it.”
“ this is very important: whatever you do, please, definitely try this at home. preferably on a family member.”
“ you ready, partner?”
“ you’re just in time for the big finish!”
“ i suppose i underestimated you.”
“ it’s the curse of great beauty.”
“ honestly, wasn’t too hard.”
“ and brother, did you ever take the bait.”
“ well, i hope you’re happy at the head of the table.”
“ you know, i think of it as a limited partnership that needs dissolving.”
“ oh, ___. where are you, boy/girl? come on out, boy/girl. i won’t hurt ya.”
“ you ruined my show. hiding’s just gonna make things worse.”
“ i didn’t come here to hide. i wanted you to follow me.”
“ you’re going to pay for what you’ve done.”
“ why don’t you call him?”
“ it is our time to rule.”
“ you understand if i feel compelled to refuse?”
“ i’d do it in three.”
“ give up ___, save your own ass. live to love another day. hey?”
“ what’s going on? you have a weird look on your face. like, weirder than normal.”
“ you’re right. i should want him/her dead.”
“ should? you loved him/her, and s/he betrayed you.”
“ so you’d rather die than give up the wo/man that tried to kill you?”
“ i would! isn’t that crazy?”
“ guess you’re not as smart as you thought you were.”
“ you’re in this together. but why?”
“ because i didn’t want to just take what you had. i wanted to take what you believed. i wanted you to die, knowing that you were incapable of loving another person.”
“ but i can! i just proved that, right? does that mean i passed?”
“ i… don’t know what it means.”
“ i have to tell ya, this is way more fun than i was expecting.”
“ we make a good team, you and me.”
“ is that what this is about? yeesh…”
“ this is about doing what’s right.”
“ you wanna be a hero? tell you what, buddy… i’ll give you a fighting chance.”
“ let’s do this mano y mano, my little conquistador.”
“ what kind of hero tackles someone from behind?!”
“ let it out! that’s it, that’s it. let it out! do it.”
“ i thought you were dead.”
“ can’t get rid off me that easily, can you, mate?”
“ behind you!”
“ you wish i would’ve shot him?”
“ at least you get to say you punched a man’s face off, that’s something, right?”
“ come on, let me buy you breakfast.”
“ well, gotta say. the clown make-up was way more terrifying than the damage underneath.”
“ did i ever tell you that i don’t like clowns?”
“ in a couple of days, you’ll be back to your old self, i guarantee it.”
“ you ready to tell me what happened?”
“ i almost killed him/her.”
“ ah, but you didn’t, now, did you? you controlled your anger.”
“ it wasn’t just anger.”
“ the idea of killing him felt like… it felt like justice.”
“ there’s a very fine line between justice and vengeance.”
“ i knew where the line was tonight. i didn’t cross it.”
“ if you keep going, you’re gonna need rules. rules you cannot and you will not break. never mind what the reason, never mind what the circumstance.”
“ i will not kill.”
“ tonight was close.”
“ soon we will act, and you will be called upon. are you prepared?”
“ never fear. you are only part of the plan.”
“ are you sure about this?”
“ hello, ___. it’s been a long time.”
“ i love you.”
“ you need to listen to me when i tell you by doing this, it will change you.”
“ i’ve killed before.”
“ you need me, just as i need you! you cannot have one without another.”
“ you can’t talk your way out of this!”
“ i’ve wanted you to suffer as i suffered!”
“ when i met you, you were a nervous, jittery loser. you were nothing! i created you, and i am the only one in the world who truly sees you as you are. who you can still become.”
“ you can’t do this…! are you listening to me?”
“ i’m listening.”
“ say something.”
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STARTER / PLOTTING CALL.
#starter call#horror rp#spn rp#twd rp#marvel rp#[ tagging various fandoms bc i have &/or i'm willing to make verses for them.]
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Reblog if your muse has lost one or both parents.
#( both.)#( his mother died giving birth to him.)#( and his dad died of natural causes when jack was 17.)
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horrificmemes:
♣ Tell a serious lie to someone they cared about
❤ Break someone’s heart
☁ Put a curse on someone who crossed them
♛ Hurt someone out of jealousy
❥ Be unfaithful to a lover
✖ Commit a crime because they were challenged to
▼ Try to scare or startle a friend/loved one
☹ Ruin someone’s day out of spite
™ Steal something precious from someone else
☠ Commit a murder in cold blood
♘ Kill in self defense
❦ Spread around someone else’s secret
✂ Threaten or terrify someone weaker than them
✦ Vandalize someone’s property
☎ Betray a friend for their own personal gain
웃 Abandon someone who relies on them
✿ Refuse someone’s kindness or affection
☢ Kill someone close to them for the greater good
☛ Blame their wrongdoings on someone else
☽ Become obsessed with someone they admire
☻Torment someone as a spirit after death
❣ Do something they promised a loved one they would never do
▢ Lose their humanity and embrace a wicked side
Send a symbol for my muse to tell yours whether or not they would ...
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friendly reminder: that this is a sideblog, so i can’t follow people back, but because of that, i’m not a mutuals only blog either, so like, don’t be afraid to send in things or ask me about plotting or whatever ok? that is all. c:
#╰ important stuff.╮( PSA.)#( reblogging again for my new followers.)#( ily all so don't be afraid to come at me so we can do things tbh.)
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⊱ IF YOU WANT TO STAY ALIVE, THERE’S A PRICE YOU GOTTA PAY.
IT’S A GAME OF LIFE & DEATH, & BABY, YOU’RE ABOUT TO PLAY. ⊰
- a n i n d i e f a n d o m l e s s o c. s e l e c t i v e & m u l t i v e r s e d. w r i t t e n b y i z.
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HOW THE CURSE AFFECTED JACK BEFORE HIS DEATH ;
Imagine a glass of water. Nothing else, just water, pure and simple. Now imagine drops of ink spilling into it, one at a time. slowly, but steadily, the ink creates what looks like clouds in the water, until eventually, the entire glass looks like it’s filled with a black liquid. The water is still there, but you can no longer see it through the color of the ink. It’s been contaminated, no longer pure.
That water is Jack, and the ink is the curse.
But how exactly did the curse affect him? Well, it started small and simple. Whispering voices that only he seemed to be able to hear. Though it wasn’t just inside his mind, it was like someone stood next to him and whispered into his ears. Jack thought he could ignore it; and for a while, he did. Sure, it was annoying and frustrating, and made him worried he was losing his mind, but it wasn’t anything too bad. But the whispering grew louder, the messages getting darker, more compelling... While this was happening, he would start losing his temper more easily, partly because the whispers were hard to ignore, partly because he barely got any sleep thanks to it.
Much like the ink starting to make clouds in the water, did the curse start to contaminate him at this point. But the water was still visible through the clouds, just like Jack still was mostly still himself, except his behavior began to change as he didn’t know what was happening to him. Some days, he would be really concerned or afraid, other times, he would almost accept he was “going crazy” and just smile and laugh at it, etc, etc.
Then the “hallucinations” began, granted, it wasn’t really hallucinations, it was just that no one else were able to see it. But it was still very much real; it was DEATH coming for him. Every now and again he would see things... shadows moving in the corner of his eye, his own reflection in the mirror just a little bit off when it stared back at him, following his movements with the slightest bit delay rather than mirroring it, and other, unsettling things. Slowly, but steadily, he would seem to be losing his grip on reality.
To use the water and ink metaphor again, this would be where the entire glass would look like it was filled with a black liquid, and to anyone looking at it, they wouldn’t be able to see what was going on inside the glass. Just like people wouldn’t be able to see what Jack was seeing thanks to the curse ( the ink.)
And this is pretty much how it affected him while he still lived. And considering he lived in a time where mental health issues were not a very broad term, people would think he was insane / mad, something which even Jack started to think he was eventually.
After his death, the curse became a part of him - part of his personality, so as a spirit, he is no longer the same person he was when he was alive. The ink has been stirred with the water, becoming one, impure liquid.
#╰ who is jack?╮( HEADCANON.)#( idunno the ink and water metaphor just came to me when i was trying to sleep.)#( so i decided to try and make a post abt it - explaining it kinda.)
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(my edit :3) Jerome edits are good for the soul (︶ω︶)
#╰ a queue omen.╮( QUEUE.)#╰ when the killed becomes the killer.╮( FC.)#( these aesthetics are so accurate to jax too tho tbh.)#tw; blood#tw; knives#tw; gun#sort of
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「♚」 @strxnzo ♥’d this !
he had been lingering there at the very back of the room, watching the brunette perform her music on the small stage. granted, it wasn’t the music that captured his attention, nor was it the people sitting around the tables, gulping down various alcoholic beverages. no, it was the ominous fog as dark as night itself that surrounded her. something which only he could see; perks of being dead... the easiest thing would’ve been to just kill her and get it over with; a mercy compared to letting the curse that had marked her catch up to her. but then again, mercy was one of many things that had died with him, replaced with a twisted desire to watch other people suffer and die, just as he had. it was all a game to him now; a sadistic, prolonged little game that kept him entertained, even in death.
eventually, the music stopped, and a polite cheering sounded from some of the people scattered around, as she packed away her guitar and walked off stage.
TIME TO PLAY... PLAY A GAME OF ACTING.
walking over to her, jack stopped next to her, making sure not to cross her personal space, yet standing close enough to get her attention when he finally spoke up ———
❛ - hey...! that was a really nice performance you did up there. the- the music, i mean.❜ a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips, one hand coming up to rub the back of his neck for a short moment, in a seemingly slightly nervous manner.
#strxnzo#╰ a queue omen.╮( QUEUE.)#╰ interactions.╮( THREAD.)#╰ come on down to crazy town.╮( V; MAIN.)#( eeee i have no idea what i'm doing.)
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CHARACTER FLAWS
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italicize the ones that may apply!
strike ones that could have applied in the past!
absent-minded // abusive // addict // aggressive // aimless // alcoholic // aloof // anxious // arrogant // audacious // bad liar // big mouth // bigot // blindly obedient // blunt // callous // childish // chronic heroism // clingy // clumsy // cocky // competitive // corrupt // cowardly // cruel // cynical // delinquent // delusional // dependent // depressed // deranged // disloyal // ditzy // egotistical // envious // erratic // fickle // finicky // flaky // frail // fraudulent // guilt complex // gloomy // gluttonous // gossiper // gruff // gullible // hedonistic // humorless // hypochondriac // hypocritical // idealist // idiotic // ignorant // immature // impatient // incompetent // indecisive // insecure // insensitive // lazy // lewd // liar // lustful // manipulative // masochistic // meddlesome // melodramatic // money-loving // moody // naive // nervous // nosy // ornery // overprotective // overly sensitive // paranoid // passive-aggressive // perfectionist // pessimist // petty // power hungry // proud // pushover // reckless // reclusive // remorseless // rigorous // sadistic // sarcastic // senile // selfish // self-martyr // shallow // sociopathic // sore loser // spineless // spiteful // spoiled // stubborn // tactless // temperamental // timid // tone-deaf // traitorous // unathletic // ungracious // unlucky // unsophisticated // untrustworthy // vain // withdrawn // workaholic
tagged by: no one i just took it from the dash
tagging: anyone seeing this who wants to do it
#╰ who is jack?╮( HEADCANON.)#( in other words bold are main verse.)#( italics are may apply in main verse.)#( striked out are pre-curse verse.)#( and striked out italics are may apply pre-death usually due to the changes of the curse.)#( -- or as a result of his father dying. e.g. the depressed one.)
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friendly reminder: that this is a sideblog, so i can’t follow people back, but because of that, i’m not a mutuals only blog either, so like, don’t be afraid to send in things or ask me about plotting or whatever ok? that is all. c:
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DARK/VIOLENT STARTERS
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Send me a 💀 and I’ll generate a number, 1 - 111, for what my muse will say to yours. Note that some content below the cut may be triggering.
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lowkey wishlist: ok but gimme a thread where someone was friends with jack and had to watch as he started acting all weird bc of the music box he picked up and them trying to help him get better, but to no avail and eventually having to make the last resort of putting him in a psychiatric ward, and them coming to visit him to see how he’s doing but he keeps getting worse and the meds he’s given aren’t exactly helping either -- though then eventually he seems fine and is released, but one week later is found dead. and then ofc the coming back as a spirit and just ... imagine the long and ongoing feels trip though.
#╰ outofmadness.╮( OOC.)#╰ plot ideas & stuff. ╮( WISHLIST.)#( also wtf i managed to misspell the name i gave my own oc i suck.)
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