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a solemn ceremony or act.

[bludrite]

MUSE LIST. 21+ DEAD DOVE.

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[med1c1nal]

          “You aren’t in trouble,”          Hyuntae reassures it, returning to its side and placing a hand on its shoulder.          “It’s alright.”

A little wild thing startled by its own reflection. He’s reminded of his cat upstairs. 

          “New clothes, a new bed, a new mirror. Maybe you should come out with me to help me pick.” 

[bludrite]

come out with him? looking like this? why is it embarrassed by the idea of that? its cheeks flush, momentarily flummoxed by the invitation, but it nods. if it's ever going to adjust to the outside world, it should take these opportunities.

"okay... can heather come too?" because she'll know how to dress cool.

[bludrite]

“ohhhhmygod i loooove your brand!” camille. girl. “and your hair. bestie. we match!”

she’s full-throttle, hair petting and caressing @fleshfruits’s shoulders and arms as if they’re old lovers. camille is intimately familiar with everything that is publicly available on delilah, so in some ways she feels like they are. she circles the redhead with a giddiness in her step that makes it more of a skip. she giggles, admiring the scarring she can see.

“you can call me camille. i’m dying to be your best friend for the night. you’re, like, so elusive. are you on vanta? you’re like, glowing with dark energy. it’s craaazy.”

[bludrite]

“hey, man. wassup?” danny’s been getting real familiar with hawk’s crew in the last few weeks. once skirting the line of a self-named “functioning addict”, he’s slipped right over the threshold into a full spiral. his family have cut him off. he hasn’t got a job or a place to stay, but he manages to scrounge enough money to get to the next hit.

he looks nervous to be approaching @skullfck now, maybe because his pockets are empty. at the mercy of charity, he fidgets with the tattered sleeves of his hoodie and shifts his weight from one aching leg to the other.

“i was wonderin’… if you’ve got any - any jobs goin’ for - for somebody like me? i’m - i’m a good runner, fast, y’know? i—“ he seems to start to sell himself, then falters into self-pity. “my uncle kicked me out. got fired. i’ve been sleeping in the underpass a couple - couple blocks away for the last few days. please. i’ll do anything.”

[bludrite]

@deficd

supertonic can't stop laughing. "---what is that?! a gun? is that yours?"

[med1c1nal]

          “You grow very rapidly,”          Hyuntae affirms, patient, calm. He disposes of the broken shards, carefully avoiding cutting his hands.          “We’ll just have to get you new things. I understand it’s overwhelming.”

[bludrite]

it doesn't understand why it's so upset today. it liked the clothes it's wearing. perhaps it's sentimental. or perhaps the sudden change is unsettling - it has read that some people are afraid of the inevitable... but it isn't thinking about this now, there is no rationale to this outburst.

"i didn't break the mirror on purpose-" it cries. "i just got scared-"

[med1c1nal]

He rushes into the room, takes in the scene, and goes to the child’s side.          “Aish—what happened? Are you alright?”

Quickly, carefully, he begins picking up shards of mirror, nearly forgetting that the glass can’t harm it the same way it would a human child.

[bludrite]

stupid clothes! stupid too-small bed! stupid hair, face, arms, stupid-- stupid-- stupid!!

"i don't fit!" close to a tantrum, it kicks its legs out. 626's trousers end halfway up its shins. "it's all too tight!"

[bludrite]

@med1c1nal

BIG CRASH coming from the next room in the lab! 626 in startled tears on the floor surrounded by shards of mirror, its clothes a little too tight, its hair a little longer than he last he'd seen.

[campmiasmas]

LILI REINHART & VICTORIA PEDRETTI as APPLE & CHERRY FORBIDDEN FRUITS (2026) dir. Meredith Alloway

[wickdcreatures]

his  fear  is  sweet,  and  despite  the  reminisce  of  her  full  meal  cooling  behind  her  on  the  floor,  tabby’s  stomach  growls  with  hunger.  everything  about  him  is  sweet  —  too  sweet,  in  fact.  too  sweet  for  her.  zero  mentioned  once  that  he’s  surprised  she  hadn’t  eaten  danny  up  by  now.  and  she  is  too.

she  paws  at  the  bloodstains  around  her  mouth  with  the  back  of  her  hand;  in  her  attempt  to  wipe  it  up  she  only  smears  it  further  down  her  chin  and  up  her  cheeks.  her  hair  is  pulled  from  her  face,  the  gore  now  fully  on  display.

“  i  don’t  need  to  go  anywhere.  ”       her  voice  is  soft  —  she’s  trying  her  absolute  best  to  lessen  the  blow.  if  she  is  gentle  maybe  the  world  crashing  down  around  him  won’t  be  so  painful,        “  i’m  not  hurt.  i’m  just  a  messy  eater.  ”

[bludrite]

this has to be a nightmare. danny doesn't realise how hard he's crying yet, but soon, when his head starts to spin with oxygen deprivation, he'll remember to take a breath and realise that he's been holding his breath between flurries of words. tabby looks horrifying. not the girl he knows, but some dark shadow that's come to snatch his vision of her away.

"idon'tunderstandidon't-- i don't -- i don't undersand-- what did you -- what happened?" a messy eater? did she hurt someone?

danny jumps to the conclusions he knows: she must be on drugs. she must have taken something, must be tripping out and not realise what she's done, what is happening right now.

"tabby we-- i -- we've gotta get you outta here-- we-- we can clean later-- we've gotta get away from here--"

[wickdcreatures]

@bludrite said: there is blood everywhere. - danny to tabby <3 explain urself queen

why  is  he  here  now,  of  all  times?  she’s  been  trying  to  perfectly  plan  how  to  break  it  all  to  him.  her  plan  was  to  gently  guide  him  into  this  new  world  in  hopes  that  he  wouldn’t  run.  is  he  going  to  run  now?  is  he  going  to  break  her  heart?

blood  saturates  the  front  of  her  dress,  dripping  from  the  gore  around  her  mouth.  her  back  is  turned  to  him,  but  the  bloody  puddle  at  her  feet  is  undeniable,  so  is  the  body  obscured  by  the  living  room  couch.  she’s  frozen  in  place,  heart  hammering  in  her  chest  —  fear  stronger  than  she’s  felt  in  a  long  while.  she  might  be  excited  it  if  weren’t  for  the  fact  this  might  just  spell  the  end  for  them.

she  turns,  her  hair  half  obscuring  her  face,  her  eyes  black  as  coal.  no  use  hiding  it  now;  it’s  all  or  nothing,  danny  boy.  thrown  into  the  deep  end,  she  hopes  he  doesn’t  drown.  she  doesn’t  want  to  kill  him.

“  help  me  clean  it  up.  ”

[bludrite]

"wh - - tabby, what? clean it -- are-- are -- are you okay?" danny is frozen in place. all he sees is the blood for now, and her eyes -- it must just be too dark in here to see them. tears sprig up in his eyes, hands shaking so badly that he can see the movement of them without needing to look. he might pass out. he's never seen so much blood.

he's terrified. not of her, but for her. he stumbles, clasping his hands over hers in an attempt to steady himself, to anchor her. she must be in shock. something must have happened, must be happening. she must be so scared.

"your eyes... we-- we gotta get you to the hospital, you're -- what-- what happened, tabby? are you -- are you hurt?"

[wickdcreatures]

@bludrite said: i know you love me. - hugo to heather

“  right,  and  how  exactly  do  you  know  that?  ”

arms  crossed  over  her  chest  —  she’s  scared  and  she  doesn’t  know  why.  facing  him  is  facing  the  consequences  of  her  own  actions.  she  hasn’t  used  her  love  potions  so  freely  since  him.  she  has  clipped  her  own  wings  in  many  ways,  too  afraid  to  fly  too  close  to  the  sun  again.  to  be  given  everything  is  a  strong  drug  —  the  child  they  now  share  has  landed  her  right  back  in  painful  reality.  domesticity  has  never  been  for  her.  being  a  mother  was  nothing  she  wanted  for  herself,  and  more  importantly  she  would  never  want  to  curse  a  child  with  a  deadbeat  mother  like  her.

she’s  angry  at  herself,  but  it’s  easier  to  be  angry  at  him.  everyone  else  is  doing  it,  might  as  well  jump  on  the  trend.

“  kinda  seems  to  me  like  i  don’t  want  to  have  anything  to  do  with  you,  huh?  ”

[bludrite]

"because i hear it in your voice." hugo says drily. there's no warmth to it, no humour that might suggest at some kind of affection at this fact. he sounds a little disappointed, a little tired of this back-and-forth. she blames him for something he wasn't in control of. when he said he wanted to have a kid, she said yes - there was no pressure, no exertion. making holly was the easiest thing in the world, and she was happy right up until the day she disappeared from his life completely.

it's strange, feeling that kind of love after denying it for such a long time. it sent him spinning out. if anyone is to blame for his misgivings it's heather. women are the root of all his fucking problems.

"i also hear your fear, your regret, bitternes... a lot going on in there. but there's love, too."

[deficd]

Feyd laughs— a dry, scraping sound that peels from his throat as if Hugo has just revealed the universe’s grandest joke. His head tilts back a fraction, teeth glinting under the low light. “Free,” the word a soft, mocking puff of air, “With what fiefdom? What power?”

The nothing-king’s royalty is a costume too large for him, stitching already frayed. Feyd’s gaze slides past him, lands on the girl trembling on the bed. A wasted gift, but not without function. He’s keeping her, too. A reminder. A spoil. Because he can.

“Your people are guests who’ve overstayed,” voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper meant only for Hugo’s ear, “Guests do not make demands of their host. Your cousin remains. And—” a gesture to the horrified girl— “The girl remains. Consider her part of your owed dues.”

[bludrite]

"do you really think," hugo leans in close, cheek-to-cheek, he's hot to the touch. smells sour, metallic. like he's been biting his tongue raw. "that our home vessel is all that we keep to our name?"

hugo's throat vibrates, not a growl but a kind of song. it's low, like gravel and stone grinding against the air. like something waking deep below and stretching it's old, tired bones.

"we have survived more than you. more than your planet, your customs. as you said - we are guests, not captives. we will leave whole, the way we came. i have secrets, i have atomics, i have more people than you harbour here on his planet, who, if they do not hear from me soon, will descend upon your planet in legions that would block out your withering sun."

with a step backward he glances at the girl. shame. she was his favourite plaything, once.

"the girl stays with you, my cousin leaves with me. if she doesn't, i will see to it that she dies."

[skullfck]

If she feels bad for him, that means she hasn’t been bred into a full-blown sociopath yet. The key word here, of course, is yet. But there’s hope.

          “You’re right. I’m not very comfortable in here. And I don’t like what he’s doing to me. I didn’t say it was okay. He’s hurting me. From your drawings, it looks like he hurts you too. He shouldn’t be doing that to either of us. It’s wrong.”          There’s an urgency to Hawk’s voice now. He catches himself, wincing as he leans his forehead against the bars.          “I’m sorry. This all must sound pretty weird, huh?”

A strained smile. He shuts his eyes. His head is killing him. The doctor keeps shooting him up with heroin but won’t give him any goddamn Excedrin. 

          “Gonna write down that I seem crazy?” 

[bludrite]

"no, you don't seem crazy." it isn't surprised that hawk thinks that what's happening here is wrong. it is natural to be unhappy with these conditions -- but uncomfortable conditions are necessary for breakthroughs. you are isolating a subject, opening them up for study - it is not meant to be a nice process.

626 is an outlier - it is comforted by the progress reported in hyuntae's studies, happy here. the aches and pains of the experiments are worth it for learning more about itself and others. too see how much it is growing.

it smiles at him through the bars. then squints.

"how come you have a scar on your eyebrow? i don't have scars. am i special?"

[sacredterrors]

She smiles and sips her drink, studying Hugo closely as he makes his case. His reasoning is exactly as vain as she’d anticipated. In fact it seems that not much has changed at all, save for the addition of an otherworldly daughter he wants to “be there for.” There is no new wisdom to speak of; the melodrama with Willow didn’t provide him with any grand revelations, at least not as far as immortality is concerned. It only strengthened his resolve by solidifying his fear.

How did Lazarus know she was ready? All these years—these centuries—and she’s never once asked him. She always feared his answer would be unsatisfactory. Anticlimactic. It’s something she likes to ruminate on by herself, an eternal mystery she can chew on, meditate on. It’s important to have something like that, she thinks. A stand-in for faith in the echo chamber of eternity. 

Valentina glances out the window, admiring the city below. 

          “You know, dear,”          she finally says,          “I’ve turned so many since I came to be the way I am, under many circumstances. The ones you know of mine were made impulsively, on whims that, for better or worse, felt necessary at the time. I haven’t gotten any such impulse with you. I don’t know why that is, but I know to trust my intuition. On paper, you’re a wonderful candidate; there’s no reason for me to deny you, should I ever be in the mood to have another son. But every time you speak with me, I keep getting the sense that you’re not ready. There is something inside of you that calls to me, certainly, but it’s… not fully formed. I only ever get glimpses. Before you can be transformed in this way, there is another transformation that needs to take place. It’s hard to put into words. I don’t imagine you understand what I’m getting at.”

[bludrite]

i haven't gotten any such impulse with you. his pride takes a hit. one that shows on his face...

..."like a slapped arse" comes to mind. something his uncle used to say. crestfallen would be a better descriptor, a taste of rejection for the man who has never cared enough about much else to have faced the feeling more than a handful of times.

she doesn't want him. at least not as he is, not yet. hugo doesn't know how not to take that a little personally.

valentina continues on with her reasoning - and he does listen, he does. he just can't get the melody of her distance out of his head. he needs to prove himself in some unknowable and cosmic way, or perhaps show a vulnerability he swears even to himself he does not possess.

he's never felt like such a disappointment.

"i can only imagine a goalpost with legs." he says bluntly. the anger is not in his voice, nor in the air. just a stale trace of entitlement being wrung out of him. "what about me isn't fully formed enough for you?"

[ohfiendangelical]

@bludrite SAID:     you see? i told you there was nothing to be afraid of. - Camille     ☆     mulholland drive sentence starters     ☆     send FANMAIL!

          “Yeah, sure, sure, I just—I mean…”          He walks a few more paces away from Emma’s door, lowering his voice.          “You know how she gets. I thought she might be mad at me. I haven’t visited her in a minute, and I fell off the radar shortly after she went out of her way to help me find Willow belowside, so… I don’t know.” 

Zero feels around in his pocket for a cigarette, glancing back at the door. It did go well. It always goes better than he anticipates. Emma is very gentle and understanding with him, even when he doesn’t deserve it. Maybe she just knows she doesn’t need to put in the effort: ever the Catholic, he’ll carry the guilt around.

His pockets are devoid of cigarettes. He grumbles something to himself, then looks back at Camille.          “Wanna go on a hot date to the liquor store with a movie star?”

[bludrite]

emma's temper is explosive, it's true. it's one of camille's favourite things about her! the tendency to swing to sudden and unexplained fury, never knowing when or how it will happen next -- isn't that kind of thrilling? isn't that, like, kind of sexy of her? camille always has to be alert, ready at a moment's notice to sooth her... god. cammy can't help but swoon at the thought. she loves a needy blonde.

speaking of needy blondes. pretty boy can't spend five minutes alone to get himself some cigarettes?

cammy smiles, all bunny teeth.

"sure, sweetiepie." a weakness is a weakness. "emma's scheduled for daily lunchtime affirmations at three o'clock, but you can have me until then."

off they go. camille was born to ride shotgun in cars like zero's - and sliding down her heart-shaped sunnies to wink at everybody they stop at a red light beside.

"this is sOooOo fast and furious. rev your engine! challenge that guy to a street race!"

[galfrey]

THE HENBANE [two/∞]