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edgar allen meldrum. full name. edgar allen meldrum age. eighteen d.o.b. october 29th pronouns. he/him sexuality. ??? positive traits. friendly / generous / determined / loyal negative traits. awkward / soft-spoken (~) / cracks under pressure / loner subjects. science, history, mathematics, english ( home economics , photography ) extra curricular activities. this kid goes straight home after school, tf occupation. currently unemployed, don’t @ him
the blackout club.
phone type. midnight grey iphone hero item. grappling hook minor powers. nutritionist , lucky loot major power. takedown
relationships with other members.
bailey everett. long time best friend, has self proclaimed joint custody of his bird. sibella williams. very close, very dear friend. ( maybe more ? ) kaz westfall. nature buddy / best bee friend. nick coley. friend. ayako park. friend. sally hallowell. the bringer of his inevitable goth renaissance.
my budget is a fucking mess. i‘ve got the spending habits of a victorian dandy on the salary of a medieval serf. i’m living like post-incarceration oscar wilde with prime 2-day shipping
School-Related Sentence Starters
Everyday
“Did we have homework?”
“Please be my lab partner.”
“Can I borrow a pencil?”
“I really don’t want to talk in front of the whole class…”
“Can I copy off of you real quick?”
“Do you think the teacher is hot?”
“It’s not cheating. It’s just teamwork.”
“Do you think the new kid is hot?”
“Pretty sure the teacher is out to get me…”
“You are…so dumb…”
“Was Shakespeare gay?”
“Please tell me you didn’t start the project either.”
“If I do it at the last minute, then I’ll have a minute.”
“Can I borrow your notes?”
“This class is so boring…”
“Am I in the right classroom?”
“Someone drew a dick in my textbook.”
“Do you know where the nurse’s office is?”
“Someone put a picture of Shrek in my locker.”
“I can’t wait to graduate…”
“Meet me in the bathroom/gym/locker room later. I need to tell you something.”
Exams
“I forgot about the midterm.”
“I’m gonna FAIL.”
“Shut up! You always say you’re going to fail, and then you get an A.”
“Please help me study.”
“If I don’t pass, my parents are going to KILL me.”
“Do you ever think about how studying is just ‘student’ and ‘dying’ put together?”
“I live at the library now.”
“Do you need help with the chapter?”
“I don’t even know what I don’t know.”
“I’m afraid that they’ll revoke my scholarship.”
“I HAVE to be at the top of the class.”
“Do you even know how to read?”
“I don’t even get the Sparknotes…”
“Maybe I’ll be okay if I pick A for every answer…I have to get an A, right?”
“I don’t need to go to college anyway.”
“Sleep is for the weak.”
“I just did 200 practice problems. I forgot my own name.”
“I remember that shrimp can see more colors than we can, but I don’t remember the vocabulary words for the test.”
“Your notes are just doodles.”
Lunchtime
“What’s for lunch?”
“Please trade lunches with me.”
“I dare you to fling your peas at the principal.”
“There’s NO way I’m eating that.”
“All I have are skittles and an old Oreo.”
“I would kill for a taco right now.”
“Lunch is the only class I can do well in.”
“There’s pizza today.”
“Is that a bug in your sandwich?”
“Ugh, this is expired.”
“Is this seat taken?”
“I can’t eat that, I’m on a diet.”
“Did you make this?”
“If you give me a dollar, I’ll love you forever.”
“I made brownies.”
“Let’s eat outside today.”
“Do you think we could get pizza delivered to the school?”
“You’re in my seat.”
“These freshmen think that they can just take our table…”
Gym
“I can’t run for my life.”
“Don’t throw the ball at me!!”
“Why do you look so red?”
“I’m DYING.”
“It’s just sports! What could go wrong?”
“I can’t run anymore.”
“Your team is going DOWN.”
“Are you okay?!”
“You really suck at this, don’t you?”
“Think fast!”
“Is that the best you can do?”
“I dare you to race me.”
“I think the gym teacher is a supersoldier.”
Uniforms / Clothes
“I HATE these pants/skirts.”
“Do you think anyone would notice if I wore pajamas?”
“I haven’t washed my gym clothes in a week…”
“I should be allowed to wear whatever I want.”
“Can you believe they called my outfit ‘inappropriate’?!”
“I’m so sick of seeing (school color).”
“I wear this uniform in my dreams. I mean, in my nightmares.”
“Those are the most hideous shoes I’ve ever seen.”
“Do you think her/his girl/boyfriend got her that?”
“Did your boy/girlfriend really buy you that?”
“Class rings are overrated.”
“We should totally get matching hoodies.”
“What show/movie is your shirt from?”
“I can see your underwear.”
Detention
“Wanna skip?”
“I can’t believe I’m in here.”
“Welcome, prince(ss)! Is this your first time?”
“That teacher DESERVED to be cursed out, okay?”
“I didn’t even do anything wrong…”
“Fuck the police.”
“They put me in here just for being late…”
“Did you actually bash the principal’s car?”
“A little thing like you managed to beat the crap out of someone?”
“You look like you don’t belong in here.”
“This is prison.”
“I tried to stab a kid with a pencil.”
“They think I’ll learn my lesson in here? I’m going to do it again.”
“All I did was a little graffiti.”
“I’m taking a nap.”
kisses him
IT’S QUIETER THAN USUAL. the sound of cicadas was prevalent in his ear, the sound of the world moving around them was dulled, muffled by the blanket of late evening that draped over their sleepy little town. he lay on his left side, arms tucked into his chest and his knees bent. the limbo between consciousness and unconsciousness was just short of bliss in his eyes, the careful construct that keeps your physical form tethered to reality, but the promise your subconscious can go anywhere. a time when your breathing regulates and your muscles relax after constant movement throughout the day, a time to recharge.
he doesn’t need to open his eyes when he hears his door creak open, or hears the sound of the boards settling under her feet. edgar already knows what he needs to know, what he’s willing to ask for. he doesn’t pry into her thoughts or feelings, it’s not his place to do so. when her form presses against his back and her arm comes over his shoulder, lightly quaking, he doesn’t say anything when he rolls over to collect her in his arms.
edgar presses his chin into the top of her head, eyes open now, they respond to the dim light as they typically would, his blinks are slow and lazy. he doesn’t say anything, simply holds sibella as she cries. this was not his story to tell, nor hers to give away if she didn’t want to. he understood, vaguely, what the cause was. he could never understand how it felt, or understand why she dealt with it the way she did, but she didn’t need to tell him anything she wasn’t ready to tell him.
a car crushes stray gravel in the street as it bumbles by, and he listens to her sniffle, listens to the car drift away. he buries his nose into her hair and lets out a gentle sigh, holds her just a little bit tighter. she was not his to repair, but he would do everything in his power to keep her from falling apart. and with a routine like theirs, he didn’t mind.
she pulls away from him and he’s more than accommodating, he scoots back to allow her the space she wants. it’s difficult to make out her features in the faint light from the street, but he offers her a sleepy little smile regardless. his hand comes up to her face, the pad of his thumb lightly ghosting over a tear track, an attempt to lightly brush her sadness away. he knew better than to think problem solved, of course, but it was better than doing nothing, he thinks. he thinks, he thinks, he thinks.
he thinks so much, his mind is so loud. it’s always busy, even when there’s nothing to observe other than the silhouette of birds on stands, or the rumble of a car on the street. he’s always wondering his maybes, his what if’s. there’s so many he couldn’t count them on his fingers, but not enough he could call himself a dreamer. too ashamed to admit what they were, too ashamed to admit who they were about. he thinks so many things, so many infinite possibilities, not enough time on this earth to explore them all.
this is one he wasn’t anticipating to happen in this universe.
his heart stutters in his chest, makes his fingertips go numb and a gasp to press forwards, escapes through his nose. she’s warmer in this proximity, he learns, so close he’s sure she can hear his heart thundering like hooves on the plains. he feels free, yet almost inebriated all at once, and immediately forgets who he is.
she kisses him and the world suddenly floods with noise, but it still remains so quiet. it’s just her, him, and the sound that is so purely the evening that it makes him feel as though he’s floating, that instead of caressing her cheek, returning the kiss just as sweetly as it was offered to him, he is drifting away on a cloud.
nervous, of course, he doesn’t know how to be anything but. if his hands weren’t resting gently on her cheeks he knows for certain they would be shaking, he can feel his heart in his throat. it’s not that he’s afraid of what this meant for the two of them, nor was he afraid of her. just nervous that this was too good to be true, was all just a figment of his imagination. sibella was a piece of the puzzle that was his life that was irreplaceable, he couldn’t trade her ( or this moment ) for anything in the world.
because this, because she felt like home.
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Send ❤️ for a romantic kiss. Send 🖤 for a neck kiss Send 💚 for a familial kiss Send 💙 for an accidental kiss Send 💜 for a platonic kiss Send 💛 for hand kiss Send 💝 for a a kiss on the forehead Send 💞 for a dip kiss Send 💓 for a cheek kiss Send 💟 for a kiss on a wound Send 💔 for a bite on the lip Send 💘 for a kiss goodbye Send 💗 for a good morning or goodnight kiss Send 💕for a deep, passionate kiss Send ❣️ for a kiss that conveys an emotion Send 💖 for an anniversary Send 😍 for a kiss in greeting Send 🤜 for a punch in the kisser Send 🍝 for a food-based kiss Send 💋 for a kiss of the receiver’s choice
“I wish it could always be like this.”
“You’re always there for me.”
“The stars are the only thing that makes sense.”
“There’s more out there, you just have to be patient.”
“It doesn’t all have to be existential dread.”
“You’re so much different when we’re alone.”
“I like it when the worlds quiet.”
“There’s a place for us somewhere.”
“They’ll name constellations after you one day.”
“Your hearts beating so fast.”
“They don’t know what they want.”
“You don’t know what you want.”
“That’s what they’re supposed to say.”
“We really don’t know what we’re doing.”
“I miss the old you.”
“Nostalgias a trap.”
“Aliens are out there.”
“Did you hear that?”
“I really want pizza right now, think it’s open?”
“What time is it?”
“But why would they abduct cows?”
“We’ll all be dead soon enough anyways.”
“I wish we didn’t have to sleep.”
“What do you believe in?”
“What happens after we die?”
“Seems like a silly thing to say, don’t you think?”
“And what’s your excuse?”
“You’ll get it together soon.”
“Sometimes I feel like I’ll never have it together.”
“It’d be better if people weren’t so afraid of their feelings.”
“You keep quiet and we both lose.”
“I wish I could save this forever.”
“When did you realize you were in love with me?”
“The rooms spinning.”
“I loved you long before you knew.”
“I’m not afraid of death, I think it’ll be peaceful.”
“The Universe is too big for that.”
“Do you think we’ve met in other lives?”
“I’d come back to haunt you.”
“Would you come back to haunt me?”
“What’s alternate universe you doing right now?”
“Tell me a secret.”
“Why haven’t you told anyone?”
“I wish we knew each other sooner.”
“You’re a game changer.”
“I’m a game changer.”
“Don’t ignore fate.”
“Ignorance isn’t bliss.”
“What, is that a conspiracy theory?”
“It’s probably the Illuminati anyways.”
WE’RE SNOOPING YOUR PLAYLIST . PUT YOUR WRITING PLAYLIST ON SHUFFLE & LIST THE FIRST TEN SONGS , THEN CHOOSE TEN VICTIMS . repost , don’t reblog !
birds -- imagine dragons
give me back the night -- mother mother
flowers -- son lux
youth -- glass animals
believe -- mystery skulls
televised -- HUNNY
still feel. -- half-alive
stranded lullaby -- miracle musical
social climb -- I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME
buttercup -- hippo campus
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adopt, be adopted by, marry
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did you know he word “honeymoon” is derived from the ancient tradition of supplying a newlywed couple with a month’s supply of mead in order to ensure happiness and fertility? 🐝
oh man, that’s so cool! why did people stop doing that? i think we, as a society, are really missing out on all of this free mead
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IT REALLY WAS NICE WHEN IT WAS JUST THE TWO OF THEM. friends by day, they shared smiles in the hallway at school and kaz was one of select few people to have ever seen his taxidermy collection ( thanks dad ) but edgar wouldn’t say that they were close. god, he wanted to be, wanted to exchange high fives and have movie marathons, wanted to have funny inside jokes as their nicknames in their phones.
they weren’t of the same breed, he thinks. outwards maybe, they had a similar outdoorsy look to them, maybe if you squinted. she went to church and his parents had always said religion was their ( him, his sisters ) call, that worship was only their choice to make. she lived more than comfortably, lavishly even. he saw material goods and their best of the best counterparts, he knew what kind of money was needed to own some of the things she sported. he didn’t mind their differences.
her figure was warm against his side, her head a comforting weight on his shoulder. he doesn’t say much, doesn’t feel the need to. it was nice, just the two of them together, the only sound birds in the trees and a low rumble of a stream off in the distance. it’s okay, he thinks, finds it easier to think than to speak. it’s okay, and you will be too. his arm lifts and drapes across her shoulders, a light hug to partner her head on his shoulder. maybe not of the same breed, but ones that still understood each other well nonetheless.
i forgot about valentines day
do birds ever get sad that they dont have arms
Do you ever get sad you don’t have wings
every day :/
Send a symbol for your muse to gently touch mine by:
❥ : tucking stray hair behind their ear
✿ : trailing soft kisses down their arm
☁ : cuddling with them under a blanket
★ : pressing a kiss to the back of their hand
▲ : leaning your head against their shoulder
♪ : singing them a lullaby and brushing their hair
◆ : wrapping your arms around them from behind
✤ : lacing your fingers into theirs and holding their hands
♣ : slowly pulling them into your lap to curl up and cuddle
▨ : rubbing their back to calm them down when they’re upset
▰ : embracing them and holding them firmly against your chest
“ it was never about wanting to hurt any of you. “ thoughtful but solemn, her eyes follow the dusty trail of the woods beneath her feet, rather than look to her company, whose step is slowed to match her own. it’s been months since their sleepy little town has been touched by omniscient cults, but none of them—the blackout club, were left unscathed. some, worse off than others. and some, with many relationships to mend.
“ can we stop for a minute? “ pain is knitted eyebrows, and with her cane to aid her, kaz lowers herself onto a fallen old log to rest. months of physical therapy has helped, but she still has a long way to go. “ look, it’s … complicated. sometimes, i felt really alone, but she … “ the demon—was it strange to refer to the thing like it were an old friend? “ was always there. and she promised me things. said my family wouldn’t be hurt if i helped them. and … shit, she told me i’d die at the end of it, but she could make it painless. “ she laughs dry, humorless. “ looks like i’m still here. unlucky. “
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he had said he wanted answers. felt like he did, could feel them brewing in his chest like a thunderstorm on the horizon, bubbling and rolling over themselves. he wanted to yell, frustrated that he couldn’t have done something to prevent this, could’ve been closer. he didn’t know, he didn’t know but this was still somehow his fault, edgar could feel that too, burrowed in his chest much like the knife she’d driven into all of their backs. he keeps quiet, there’s not much to say when all she needs to do is explain. he’s not the interrogative type, edgar just needs to know why, he doesn’t need all of the details.
“are you okay?” the first thing he’s said in a bit, throat clearing just a heartbeat after. he knows she’s not, not really, or at least has such an impression that she isn’t, he doesn’t know what’s the truth anymore. he kicks at a rock abandoned on the the trail, watches it skitter into the underbrush. usually the sound of birds in the trees would soothe him, the promise of bird watching in their future. now, he has nothing, only his hands buried in his pockets and his gaze on kaz’s bent form. her explanation sets a rock in his chest, one that lowers into the pit of his stomach. “you could’ve...” her loneliness was preventable, maybe all of it was. “you had me, you know? i’ve always been here for you.” was he? were they those kind of friends? he doesn’t think he has the capacity to be any other sort of friend.
even still, he stops. he didn’t understand the temptation, the mere thought of their existence, the demons, but he now understands the motive, the want to keep people safe. if he’d been in her position, maybe he would’ve done the same for his family. another rock, another scuff on the toe of his shoe, and he bows his head. “no, not unlucky.” does he have the right to make that call?