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what i'm about to do, 𝖎 𝖉𝖔 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖆𝖚𝖘𝖊 𝖎 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔.

[arvinran]

𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰. ——— a writing blog for 𝔞𝔯𝔳𝔦𝔫 𝔢𝔲𝔤𝔢𝔫𝔢 𝔯𝔲𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔩 of donald ray pollock's novel 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. with influences from the 2020 netflix film and personal headcanons. selective, mutuals only, plotting preffered. strictly 21+. highly triggering content present.

𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙪𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜.

tldr: on the fringe of a postwar backwoods town is arvin russell; on the run from his accidental killing spree (a perverted preacher, killer couple, then dirty cop). hitchhiking away from what he had to do.

dead dove do not eat — this blog contains sensitive topics.

general info.

genral rp-etiquette applies: no god-modding, be patient with my replies, etc.

my activity fluctuates. i will mostly be active on weekends and during hoilday breaks.

for the sake of my comfort, i only write with friends and mutuals.

i don't tolerate bigotry of any kind. nor the usage of ai. both will result in a hardblock.

my writing style is para to semi-para, regular-sized text with limited usage of icons. it's just easier for me that way.

plotting is preferred for interactions. my discord is available at any time.

about the writer.

my name is caro, i'm 26, go by she/her pronouns and am in cst.

p/s/d credit.

[arvinran]

you guys i enjoy writing arvin... a lot.

[arvinran]

@catchfire : sender and receiver sit around a bonfire.

this joe's a real character. some city slicker who works with computers, which arvin can't wrap his head around. after an earful, he concludes they're just a hunk of junk that rich folk brag to the working man about. a fuckin' glorified paperweight. he keeps that to himself behind his bottle of cheap whiskey. leftover from home. generously passed around the bonfire's small crowd. a day's drive landed him here among these strangers; no harm in gettin' sloshed with 'em. he whistles for the guy's attention. " — hey mister. you drink? "

[arvinran]

@maidmyth : “ arvin, ” voice gentle in its undertone; barest petal of a whisper. fingertips linger ‘pon nearby windowsill, collecting dust as head leans onto chilled windowpane. watercolor eyes meet his through reflection, sun’s last light leaving golden warm ‘cross skin. “ it’s getting late. will you be safe getting home? will you at least take some cookies with you? ”

his name's got a soft ring coming from remilia's mouth. like how his momma used to say it. that's what drew him in the first place a few months ago — her kindness. now he's made a habit of being around; sharing company on weekdays, sometimes weekends, when he ain't busy. but the same thought's been bothering him since: she deserves better. " — i'll be alright, " he assures her. let someone screw with him. they'll learn a lesson quick. " sure. " he'd be crazy to deny that offer. a pause, glancing over. " what kind you got? "

[shellshocklove]

1.3k CELEBRATION: 🌼 green + arvin russell ↳ for @silkscream

[thollandgifs]

ᴛᴏᴍ ʜᴏʟʟᴀɴᴅ ᴀs ᴀʀᴠɪɴ ʀᴜssᴇʟʟ - the devil all the time (2020)

[arvinran]

@dahlanganger : sender and receiver jump into the creek on a hot day.

arvin picked cathy up after work. he's tired, dripping sweat, but in good spirits after getting paid. he's taken up extra hours on this construction job. saving up for a nice ring. they'd barely been dating a few months but he sees a future with this girl. he'd started putting cash away the day after they met. after stopping for ice cream, he drove them to a nearby creek perfect for shutting out the world. she'd got in the water first. he lingered behind, watching. appreciating. her hair catches sunlight like... strands of gold. or somethin'. and how her body curves... shoot, arvin. get your head on straight. he strips down to his underwear. leaving a heap of dirty clothes behind. after jumping in, a moment's swim, she's caught in his arms. cathy brings out a side of him he didn't know existed. a kiss is pressed to her temple. " — what'd i tell you, huh? ain't nobody's gonna bother us out here. " not her family, not the local folk; only summertime insects buzzing by.

[arvinran]

@brokenfist : sender and receiver share a cigarette in the parking lot after sunday church.

arvin prefers the aftermath of sunday service. when he's outside, pulling on a cigarette, away from all them churchgoers' chattering. for a place of peace, the lord's house sure gets loud sometimes. especially with that new preacher in there. he likes replaying sermons in his head; picking out parts he agrees with and tossing the rest (been happening more often lately). waiting on grandma and lenora while leaned on his chevy bel air allows him decent time. uninterrupted. usually. 'til today, when a stranger he noticed in the pews walks up and asks for a spare smoke. arvin tries shaking a stick free from the carton in his hand. shit. fresh out. but he don't mind sharing his own. " — i ain't seen you before, " is an attempt at striking conversation after an accepted offer. he's never been too good at small-talk. " you from around here? " 'cause that's a rare sight in knockemstiff where everyone's kin with each other. maybe this guy's just passing through.

[ledwinged]

[bitesizedpoetry]

Sylvia Plath

[arvinran]

a meta about arvin's complex relationship with his sexuality.

so arvin ain't straight. but he's a victim of the times. his religious upbringing. he doesn't think about men like that, not intentionally; likens a guy here and there to a good-looking woman. he'd make a pretty lady. stuff like that. gay folk don't bother him. whatever a person gets up to is between them and the man upstairs. i think a chance encounter would dig into arduous self-exploration. with girls, it's easy. natural. what's expected. the right (or wrong) guy would lead to questioning with an eventual conclusion: he likes what he likes. and that's alright.

[annori]

Donna Tartt, from The Goldfinch (2013)

[beadyeyes]

Heartwarming: he will never be happy

[arvinran]

plotting call… if you’re brave.

[arvinran]

pushing my ethel cain agenda onto arvin but specifically dust bowl.

and tempest.

[bethelcreek]

♯ GOD BLESS THE SOUTHERN MESS. ↪ the following is a random assortment of prompts specifically catered toward summertime in a small town. feel free to adjust, combine, reverse, and add specifics wherever necessary.

ACTIONS.

sender shows up on receiver's porch with a six pack.

sender and receiver sit on the tailgate watching a storm roll in.

sender crawls through receiver's window.

sender and receiver float on the river, passing a beer back and forth.

sender "accidentally" sprays receiver with the hose while washing their truck.

sender picks up receiver on the side of the road after their car dies.

sender and receiver hide behind a shed while cops break up the party.

sender and receiver steal road signs for no reason except boredom.

sender and receiver set off fireworks in a field.

sender brings home a stray animal.

sender bails receiver out of jail.

sender and receiver get caught in a downpour.

sender and receiver broken down on the side of the road.

sender and receiver jump into the creek on a hot day.

receiver teaches sender how to drive stick.

sender and receiver share a cigarette in the parking lot after sunday church.

sender drags receiver away from someone who's about to start a fight.

sender brings receiver a plate loaded with food they didn't ask for at a cookout.

sender and receiver run from an angry ex/parent/etc.

receiver teaches sender how to fish.

sender and receiver slow dance barefoot in the yard.

sender and receiver drive the backroads late at night, laughing and blaring music.

sender and receiver take a boat onto the lake.

sender and receiver sit around a bonfire.

sender and receiver break into the abandoned mill for fun.

sender and receiver sneak away from the barbecue to smoke behind the shed.

sender and receiver get stuck at the top of the ferris wheel.

sender offers receiver their jacket when the night gets cold.

sender and receiver tailgate together before a game.

sender and receiver watch fireworks from the back of a truck.

sender wins receiver a stuffed animal at the county fair.

USFW.

sender and receiver skinny dip after dark.

sender and receiver have sex in the bed of a truck.

sender drags ice cubes over receiver's skin.

sender and receiver share a cold shower to try and beat the heat.

receiver is supposed to be securing the strings of sender's bikini, but begins untying them instead.

sender and receiver can't wait to get home and pull over on the side of a dirt road.

sender and receiver sneak into the bathroom of a bar.

sender and receiver share a popsicle.

sender and receiver get hot and heavy on the hood of a car.

receiver applies sender's sunscreen.

receiver slips their hand between sender's thighs while driving.

sender gives receiver road head.

sender traces receiver's more intimate tan lines.

sender and receiver have sex by a bonfire burning high.

sender and receiver sneak away to hook up somewhere quiet at the county fair.

receiver bends sender over the hood of their car and hikes up their sundress.

sender "accidentally" sprays receiver with the hose while washing their truck, but make it horny.

[absentpublic]

the trouble is that she also doesn't really remember. but whether she remembers what happened or not, she can't help wondering every time she feels the sandy & scarred texture of her fingertips. "is -- i-is it ... th - that eas-sy ... ?" a soft huh sound, sort of impressed. if only it were so easy for her. she shakes her head at the offer of a cigarette. "n-no, th - than-nk you." it's a kind gesture that isn't lost on her -- those things aren't cheap.

[arvinran]

" — i guess not, " he exhales with a plume of smoke. goes one of two ways for him: either smoothed over by sipping whiskey or stays tacked to his mind like gum on a shoe. the latter ends with stirring up trouble. he's learned a fist to his teeth makes a damn good distraction. hard to focus on a thought that's pinballing around his head. but that ain't no advice for a lady. he ashes the cigarette. " alright, suit yourself. but if ya change your mind, just ask. "