O DEATH / SPARE ME

Independent Fandomless OC | Selective | 21+ content ahead | as told by Astrid

[afliictionbound]

I'M NOTHING MORE THAN A SMALL BODY FILLED WITH R A G E

afliictionbound...An independent & fandomless OC with original lore

selective, multi-ship & multi-verse, oc & duplicate FC friendly!

muse bio / rules / & verses available here pinterest board available here

a study in: what it means to be a girl & how to love yourself in spite of being your own worst nightmare & finding where you belong

[thecuratxr]

@afliictionbound asked: ❛ that’s fake blood, right? ❜ for Eric!

It would have been so simple to lie; to say that the crimson splattered across pale skin was nothing more than corn syrup and food dye - but Eric was no liar. What was the point in it? Lying benefited no one. A sharp intake of breath, a fleeting glance. Stray hand lifting and pointlessly trying to wipe blood from his own cheek.

"No." Eric answered softly, stepping past her and heading straight for the bathroom. His outer jacket is shrugged off, dropping in a heap on the floor. Faucet turned, the male allows warm water to cascade over his hands for a few moments as he speaks once more.

"Don't worry about it. It's better if you don't know." There were flashes of memories - of his best friend being shot while sat directly beside him. He couldn't involve Caly in this. Eric knew better. And yet here he is, in her presence and cursing her by association with his, regardless.

Fuck.

[afliictionbound]

If it’s not fake, then…Shit. Shit —

Anxiety bubbles up behind her breast, urging Caly to follow behind her friend, close on his heels. Okay, okay — focus. Get more information before jumping off the deep end and straight into all the worst case scenarios! …Which isn’t Caly’s forte, exactly, but she’s got to try.

“Are you hurt? Is that your blood? Jesus Christ, Eric, this…I’m pretty sure I have some stuff left in my first aid kit, but I’m no nurse.”

She shuffles into the bathroom and bumps him with her hip to silently bid Eric ‘scoot over’; then she’s rummaging through the cabinet beneath the sink, knocking aside bottles of cleaning supplies and long forgotten hair care products in search of the first aid kit.

[recordmemes]

༘⋆｡ stirring the pot starters

a mix of arguments, tension, manipulation, gossiping, fighting, & general emotional messiness!

you  weren't  supposed  to  hear  that.

don't  look  at  me  like  i'm  the  only  one  lying.

want  to  tell  them,  or  should  i?

you  think  i  don't  know  what  you  did?

i've  hit  people  for  less.

oh,  i  thought  you  already  knew.

that's  funny,  you  didn't  say  that  last  night.

say  that  again.  i  dare  you.

you  wanna  talk  about  loyalty?

no  offense,  but  if  you're  the  last  to  know,  that's  on  you.

go  ahead  -  pretend  like  it  wasn't  your  idea!

they  deserve  to  know  the  truth.

you  didn't  hear  this  from  me,  but  -

oh,  so  now  you  care?

don't  flatter  yourself.  you  were  just  convenient.

you  crossed  a  line.

we  had  bets  on  how  long  it  would  last.

it's  not  even  a  secret  anymore.

you  don't  get  to  cry  about  it  now.

touch  me  again  and  see  what  happens.

say  it  again.  louder  this  time.

you  really  thought  nobody  would  find  out?

don't  act  so  innocent.

okay,  but  am  i  the  villain  for  laughing?

tell  me  who  else  knows.  right  now.

this  whole  time,  and  you  didn't  say  a  word?

don't  act  brave  now.

you're  really  gonna  do  this  here?

it  wasn't  supposed  to  get  this  far!

you  can't  rewrite  history.

oh,  i'd  never  say  it  to  their  faces.

it  was  supposed  to  stay  between  us.

we're  all  thinking  it,  i  just  said  it.

you're  not  as  untouchable  as  you  act.

do  you  even  feel  guilty?

they  warned  me  about  you.

go  ahead,  make  it  worse.

if  you  repeat  this,  i'll  deny  everything.

the  next  thing  out  of  your  mouth  better  be  an  apology.

you're  about  three  seconds  away  from  regretting  this.

you  keep  pushing,  and  i'll  push  you  back.

they're  going  to  find  out.

one  more  lie,  and  i  walk.

they're  lying  to  you.

you  need  to  back  off.  now.

you're  defending  them?  after  everything?

don't  try  to  hide  it.

tell  me,  was  i  just  a  placeholder?

you  really  think  sorry  fixes  this?

there's  nothing  left  to  say.

don't  act  like  you're  the  one  hurting.

i  don't  owe  you  any  explanation.

whatever  helps  you  sleep  at  night.

you  should've  seen  this  coming.

i  hope  it  was  worth  it.

i  told  the  truth.  just  not  all  of  it.

you'll  miss  me  before  i  miss  you.

smile.  you're  ruining  the  mood.

i'd  watch  that  tone  if  i  were  you.

it's  not  my  fault  you  believed  me.

you  have  such  a  talent  for  pretending  you're  innocent.

we  both  know  this  is  over.

i  never  said  i  was  a  good  person.

i  thought  you  were  different.

[thetenthman]

Plotted starter for @afliictionbound

The bass was too loud.

Thrumming through his body. Working into metal. Working into bone. It deadened his senses.

Constant.

Unending.

Pumping in some semblance of a rhythm, all of them undulating to it, moving en masse like some kind of organism.

A living. Breathing. Pulsing thing.

The lights were worse. Red. Red everywhere. Red all the time. Even when they were off, they were on, seared into his vision. Into his mind.

He’d waited to come in. To risk the exposure to such a place. He knew what it would do to him, knew what weaknesses such settings exploited.

He’d waited until it was worth it.

Until he knew how often she came. Who she came with. How long she stayed.

Each time he saw her, every time, the only thought was mine.

As he saw her across the crowd - no red, her hair couldn’t distinguish her there, not that night, not in that light - but he knew her. Knew her. Knew how she moved.

It was easy to find her. To clock her. To allow his gaze to follow her. Every movement. Every breath. Each person she brushed past. Each person she spoke to.

Nothing escaped him.

Motivation clawed at him. A need for reason seemed to surface there, somewhere, within the mire of his mind. But there was no reason, no explination needed.

She was his.

Mine.

The word thought yet again with each footfall. With each movement. The pathetic sheep of the crowd falling away from him. The organism yielding. Showing its throat, moving, splitting, breaking.

A rift in a sea of people.

All because he walked. Walked towards her. And anything which may have kept them apart, broke open to her in a straight, unerring line.

[afliictionbound]

Quiet didn’t suit Caly. No — nights alone in her studio apartment were no comfort, because they allowed her mind to wander to dark, lonesome places. So…She sought familiarity in the club scene downtown.

Many would think it strange, sure.

Caly, you work in a bar! Don’t you get tired of the loud music, and drinks, and the stink of sweat and sex?

This is different, she would argue. Tonight, she’s on the dance floor, rather than trapped behind the bar. Here…She can let loose; feel the music thrum in her veins, bidding her hips to sway in time. The hungry stares, the offers of free drinks, and the occasional brush of a hand — that all culminates into a high that Caly can’t experience anywhere else. And tonight? She needs it.

Her thoughts have been haunted by visions of that stranger who came to her ‘rescue’ at the bar…How he’d stared right through her, paralyzing Caly with just a look. And the ease with which he’d ended another man’s life — she’d been struggling to determine if it was her fault somehow. But tonight, she’s not thinking of him! Tonight, she’s dancing; and drinking; and —

“Oh fuck me.” He’s impossible to miss. The way he prowls toward her is nothing shy of predatory. And the bodies on the dance floor part for him, feeling the pressure of his presence like a warning.

Caly turns on her heel, trying to identify the nearest exit — but her ankle twists painfully, threatening to send her to the floor. No time for this damsel in distress bullshit! Gritting her teeth, the redhead pushes forward, shoving her way through the crowd til she gets hands on the emergency exit door.

The air outside is crisp with autumn chill. There’s a lingering stench of nicotine, suggesting someone was here recently — but Caly sees no one nearby. Shit. She stumbles forward, heart thudding an erratic drumbeat behind her breast as she makes for the mouth of the alleyway.

Just get out onto the street and you’ll be safe. She told herself, not fully believing it.

[prodigiumamare]

                   𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋  !  𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐘  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐘  !

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[kingxkulina]

"Does my dad have a good side?" He said it with the usual humor and tilt of a half-smile, but it spoke to decades worth of issues between the two. No matter what Jay did, Alvey inevitably made him feel like a fuck up, and so far, he'd treated Caly with the same attitude, which bothered Jay for obvious reasons.

He could admit in the past to having been derailed by a woman, but Caly wasn't like that. She supported his fighting; she knew he needed it or some vital inner part of him would suffocate. They didn't drag each other down. They raised each other up. How to make Alvey see that when he'd never seen Jay clearly either was a battle he didn't know how to begin to fight though.

So, he didn't. He ignored his dad as much as it was possible to ignore that dour, watchful presence over the gym, and focused on the things he wanted: Caly, a fight, maybe a few more smiles from his little brother. Simple enough. His hands curled around her thighs, head raising so he could rest his forehead against hers, breath ghosting over her lips. "What are you up to today?"

[afliictionbound]

A contented smile curls her lips as he draws in closer — as needy for physical contact as she is, and god, she’ll never get tired of it. Caly combs fingers through her boyfriend’s hair, not in an attempt to tame the unruly style, but to savor the feel of him beneath her fingertips. He’s perfect.

“Mm, I may go for a jog…Then I was thinking about visiting this super sexy fighter at a local gym. I don’t wanna distract him from training, you know? But I think if I time it right, I could steal him away for lunch when he wraps up his session.”

[thetenthman]

For @afliictionbound

There was something soothing about hearing her voice.

He couldn’t explain it. Couldn’t understand it. But just being there, in the bar, sat in the corner, nursing the third whiskey he’d had that night, he just wanted to hear her.

A laugh, half-hearted at something someone said. A sharp word under her breath in response to another patron. The greeting she offered him. Bright eyed. Bright hair. She practically fucking glowed this close to him.

The interaction was dangerous. Risky. He’d killed people for less. But he needed this. Needed to be this close. He considered touching her, had the ability to make certain that his fingers brushed against the length of hers. Just for a moment.

But it felt like too much.

He both felt like he would snap without it, but also like any semblance of control in his life would be erased, the moment skin touched skin.

So he sat. And sat. And sat. A double whiskey after another after another.

Last call came. He still had some in the glass. Needed to linger. Longer. Wasn’t ready to leave.

Until.

The rise in her voice was heard around the corner as she’d gone in the back, presumably to start cleaning up as drinks were finished. The tone wasn’t panicked, but urgency increased as another voice with a deeper pitch offered lewd suggestions.

He was up before he knew what he was doing. Long, steady strides carried him through the empty bar until he found her. Them.

Him. Him as he touched her, as he dared to back her into a corner. As his hands squeezed her breast.

Mine. It was the only word that he could think, the only thing that mattered as it burned hot and molten and unyielding.

She was his. His alone. And this man dared to touch her?

Her fear didn’t matter. Her anger. Her ability to take care of herself.

Just jealousy. Just rage.

It was easily dealt with. Another step brought him closer. The man felt as though he weighed nothing, neck held in the grasp of Bucky’s left hand. He eyed them both, the man in the grasp, her, there, undamaged.

His. His. His. His.

The sound was loud, the way his bones crushed. The way he tried to scream, but the sound was garbled as he squeezed harder.

Squeezed until there was just dead weight.

Until he dropped him on the floor. A useless forgotten pile. Only she mattered. Only her.

[afliictionbound]

She'd learned from a young age that there was no 'white knight' who would come running to rescue her from dangerous people and situations. So Caly had done everything within her power to become her own protector.

And most of the time, it was enough. If she didn't have the mental fortitude to fend off drunken assholes by now, Caly sure as hell wouldn't still be working in a grungy dive bar like this. She was accustomed to the sudden shifts in attitude - men who would go from playful, 'innocent' flirtation; to cruel, entitled monsters with a snap of your fingers - and she knew how to hold her own against most of them. At least long enough for the bouncer to catch on with what's happening and escort his ass out.

Tonight was...Different. The figure that approached wasn't the burly bald man that worked the door and kept creeps from getting out of hand with staff - no, this guy was predatory in the way he moved. His muscles were nothing to scoff at, straining against the material of his shirt in such a way Caly couldn't keep her eyes from straying to the breadth of that chest. Was he even breathing? There was almost no perceptible movement there -

Focus, girl!

"H-hey, you can't-" A warning which went ignored. She watched in horror as the man who had cornered her just minutes before was hoisted off of his feet with an inhuman ease. The fingers encircling the front of his throat tightened their grip until - oh god. Oh god.

She twisted away from the sight, whole body trembling as her stomach roiled, bile burning the back of her throat. That crunch...There was no doubt in her mind that he was -

Dead. A dead body lying like a ragdoll mere feet from where Caly was standing. And in that moment, her knees finally gave way. She slumped to the floor, eyes wide and jaw clenched tight as she fought down the urge to vomit.

What was she supposed to do now? Call for help? Fuck that - no one would reach her in time before this guy finished her off. If he could kill a grown man with just one hand, chances are he could send Caly to an early grave with the strength in a pinky finger!

"...You g...Get out. Go - and I promise I won't tell anyone. I promise, okay?"

[faith-maccaullay]

MADELAINE PETSCH via Instagram Story

[doofusmaximus]

Madelaine Petsch

[hjartasalt]

Normalize getting sluttier, bloodier, and overall more insane

[afliictionbound]

@bucketd

[thecuratxr]

@afliictionbound asked: “shut up” for the handcuffed meme 😂 I NEED Saoirse’s reaction

My muse accidentally handcuffed themself to a pole. Send in your muse’s reaction to finding them like that. Alternately, send “Shut up” for the other way around

It was a spur of the moment girls night; Seven and Asher had to go and rush off to Sweden last minute leaving Saoirse and Caly to entertain themselves. That also meant they had the house completely to themselves – and meant Saoirse had left her room for an entire 5 minutes max to go and fetch the food from the delivery man.

Tipping the guy, she bumped the door with her hip to close it and immediately made a b-line back to her best friend. A soft melody was hummed as she walked, happy little smile on her face as the delicious scent of a warm dinner tickled her nose.

   “I hope you’re hungry, looks like they threw in some extra—” her voice halted the second she made it to the doorway. Eyes wide, the gears in her mind slowly turned as the image before her was being processed. And then? And then she broke out into a fit of laughter, nearly doubling over at the sight.

   “Caly? The fuck’re ya doing, love?” Saoirse had to steady herself, food set on her bed and squatting down besides the helpless. “Oh my God—How?!” It was surprising just how hard it was to speak in-between giggles.

   “Shit, wait, I need to get a pic of this.”

[afliictionbound]

“Don’t you dare!” She hisses like a feral cat getting hosed - and even Caly is somewhat surprised that such a sound really came from her own vocal cords. Huh. Hidden talent, much? But never mind that! Right now she needs to focus on -

“Please tell me you know where the key is for these…” The fire has been drained from her expression, replaced now by a pathetic wet-eyed look that she hopes will garner her some sympathy points.

It was an honest mistake! She’d seen the cuffs during her last visit; and naturally had to joke with her bestie about how if she ever got bored, Caly wouldn’t mind playing cops and robbers with her. The two women had laughed, painted each other’s nails, and moved on with their night without a hitch. But…Caly hadn’t been totally kidding about her interest in the cuffs. And look where that curiosity has gotten her now!

“Remember that I have access to some very unflattering photos of you, too, missy!”

[afliictionbound]

Work is kicking my ass. I hope to be back to regularly scheduled programming here soon - I love y’all 💛

[hotandfunnywomen]

Madelaine Petsch

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑶𝑵𝑬.

[ peck ] a quick, light kiss on the partner's lips or cheek [ french ] a deep, passionate kiss with the use of tongue [ forehead ] a gentle kiss on the partner's forehead, conveying care and affection [ spiderman ] an upside-down kiss, just like in the movie [ mistletoe ] a playful or romantic kiss under a mistletoe [ hand ] a chivalrous kiss on the back of the partner's hand [ lingering ] a long, slow kiss filled with emotion and desire [ neck ] a kiss or gentle sucking on the partner's neck [ nape ] a kiss placed at the nape of the partner's neck [ teasing ] a light brushing of lips against a partner's skin without fully kissing [ earlobe ] a light nibble on the partner's earlobe [ tango dip ] a kiss shared while one partner is dipped backward [ celebration ] a joyful and exuberant kiss to celebrate an achievement or milestone [ stolen ] a quick, stealthy, and impromptu kiss snatched in secret [ bite ] a playful kiss that involves some light biting [ goodbye ] a heartfelt kiss when parting, showing affection and fondness [ rain ] a romantic kiss in the rain [ scars ] a gentle kiss on the partner's scar(s) [ injury ] a careful kiss on a partner's wound to make it all better [ wedding ] a romantic kiss shared during a wedding ceremony [ comfort ] a tender kiss to provide comfort or reassurance [ sunset ] a kiss shared during sunset, often romantic and serene [ butterfly ] a light fluttering of eyelashes against the partner's skin [ seductive ] a deep, slow, and deliberately intense kiss filled with passion and desire [ shoulder ] a tender kiss on the partner's shoulder [ knuckles ] a kiss on each individual knuckle of the partner [ slow motion ] a kiss in slow motion, accentuating every moment and sensation [ reunion ] a longing kiss shared after being apart for a while [ passionate ] an intense and fiery kiss, expressing raw desire and strong emotion [ underwater ] a kiss shared while submerged in water [ wrist ] a tender kiss on the inside of the partner's wrist [ wake up ] a loving kiss to wake the partner up [ apology ] a kiss offered as a way to apologize or make amends [ hummingbird ] a series of light, rapid, and fluttery kisses on a small area [ trail ] a trail of kisses along the partner's jawline or collarbone [ blowing ] a kiss in the air and send of the gesture towards the partner [ surprise ] a sudden kiss to catch the partner off guard [ hickey ] a kiss that's supposed to leave a mark on the partner's skin [ single lip ] a sucking or nibbling of one of the partner's lips [ nose ] an affectionate gesture where partners rub their noses together

[afliictionbound]

What a long. Fucking. Day.

Much to Caly's dismay, the billionaire of her dreams didn't come into the bar tonight to sweep her off her feet. Instead, she was tasked with babysitting multiple grown ass men who wanted a shoulder to cry on over how badly they've ruined their lives.

Goddamn. If only she cared. No, actually - if only they would do something with that feeling of regret besides drown it in cheap booze, maybe they could see some positive change in their miserable fucking lives.

...Could be that she's projecting. Maybe just a bit.

On the plus side, her shift is over! And the only thing standing between Caly and a long overdue, piping hot shower is the door to her apartment.

A hand slips into her front pocket, seeking the familiar jingle of keys clinking together.

...Only to be met with silence. Huh?

Suddenly much more awake, Caly pats her other front pocket - still nothing. Then both back pockets. Coming up empty handed there, too, chief.

"No...No, no, no! This cannot be fucking happening." She makes no effort to conceal the frustration in her voice as her forehead thunks against the wooden door - the only thing blocking her from everything she so desperately needs right now.

@thetenthman

[bucketd]

"Caly," he muses, a croaked, sing song tune coming from his throat. High in pitch, effeminate as he repeats it to himself in various tunes of the word, at one point repeating it to tune of twinkle twinkle little star. Committed to memory, drilled into his brain. He likes her. She smells nice. Cloaked in whatever body mist she spritzes herself in and with hair so soft he'd huddle down into it for an evening. Yes, he likes her very much, unfortunately.

"Caly- " one last hum with vowels dragged out, his arm slings around her shoulder and his hand clasps the other in his grasp. He walks by her, rather close with no bounds for personal space. She's tiny compared to his stature, and he adores it oh so much. The way he towers and the broadness of his shoulders making her silhouette invisible from behind. No one would notice if it weren't for the crowed infront of them, but even so- he merely looks like a boyfriend.

"Caly- meet Bucket. Bucket, Caly." The way her name has found home in his throat should be grating on her nerves, and he absolutely knows this- yet he doesn't stop. He's been told once or a dozen times he's quite irritating, but he finds it adds tot he bit. If...it is a bit. He doesn't see it as a bit, in fact- he feels more himself as Bucket than anything else.

But sure, it's a bit.

"Where you from Caaaaly," He asks, nuzzling nose to her for another intake of her scent. Is that the smell of sweet cotton candy in her hair or is he just hungry for a taste? "Not from here, right? I'd notice ya. Ya look like someone I work with. She's a bitch... but-" A hand comes beneath her chin, instructs eye contact to him with a grip a tad too firm. "You ain't a bitch, right Cal? You're a nice girl."

[afliictionbound]

Alarm bells are blaring inside her mind. Even if he isn’t a murderer, he’s still undeniably dangerous — and more than a little creepy. Goddamnit, she really should’ve pushed harder for someone to come out with her here tonight…She wouldn’t have been such an easy target if Saoirse were by her side! The chances of her super hot bestie getting plucked out of the crowd were significantly higher — which…Maybe she wouldn’t mind?

Not the point here. Focus if you want to live, dumbass!

“B-Bucket?” She can’t help it - she snorts. It’s an unattractive sound wrenched free of her throat in the shock of learning his name is…Well, Bucket.

“That’s a…Cool name. Unusual. But like - in a good way!” Fuck, fuck, fuck — she’s going to get herself killed for sure!

Why does no one in the crowd think this looks odd?

Or…Are they dismissing whatever’s happening between the ‘couple’ because they don’t want to stir up trouble for themselves?

“Me? A bitch? No - well, I mean, sometimes. But not…Recently, no. I’ve been good.” Fingers rise, gently encircling the wrist belonging to that hand gripping her chin. "C'mon, we're having fun, aren't we?"

[afliictionbound]

Bucket is holding out a fishing line with a gummy worm for the polyamory with Caly. Waiting for the bite.

She's got conflicting feelings about this.