HIATUS.

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DGHDA aesthetic - Bart Curlish

“Let’s get outta here, these people are nutjobs.”

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                                        M U R D E R  A N G E L 

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guttersniper..

these people get stranger and stranger everyday. “ – i … s’pose everyone does that. “ the words sound twice as stupid to him when they’re said. some wry semblance of empty humor could be heard in them despite their hesitance. 

“ anything in particular? i can get’chu anything. “

     his response elicits her usual stoic silence. followed by a shrug, and a nod - which could be taken as being one of approval. bart had never been one to concern herself with the knowledge of what other people do. she pouts in thought.

“somethin’ sweet.”

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variabilities..

GENERAL starters | ACCEPTING

       “    BART —— ?   ” honestly, he SWEARS she was just there. he tosses quick glances about his shoulders, appearing more like a FLAMINGO among the brush than an actual human being. suddenly, dirk captures the sight of her, STUMBLING into the distance with all her usual fervor. his eyes grow wide and he begins to chase after her in a TANGLE of limbs. his voice comes now as more of a stage WHISPER than a real roar, but it’s the thought that counts, isn’t it? “   BART, NO! BAD BART. VERY BAD. are you listening to me ? !   ”

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  old habits are hard to break. particularly when, in bart’s case, she did not believe they needed BREAKING. the knife has already made it’s way out of her boot by the time she hears dirk calling her back. her target’s presence shone, as though he had a neon arrow flashing above his head. still, she turned around, only to speak at her usual volume, “no.” she had assumed that had been rather OBVIOUS. but by the time she turns back -- the stranger is gone. she doesn’t worry, he’ll come back if he is supposed to. but that does nothing to mute the HUFF of annoyance as she spins around, holding out the knife, “hey! i don’t stop you doing your job!” 

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        “you... uh -” her expression flickers between curious and impressed. “how d’you do that?” there’s a tilt of her head towards the radio. “how d’you know the words the guy’s gonna sing? have you -- have you heard him sing it before?”  

 totheband ( starter call.. )

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variedintuitions..

    the careless shake of the gun put him back on edge for a moment, hoping that she wasn’t still intending on using it. with wide eyes, he rose his palms towards the weapon as a plea for her to keep it down and not shoot. “maybe you don’t have to do that this time? maybe you were just supposed to find me.”

   bright eyes flickered from dirk’s hands to the gun. for the first in a very long time, her intent was slowly sapping and she hesitantly lowered the weapon to her side, listening with a curious fascination. “find you? and do what with you?” perhaps he was right. maybe, just maybe, it made sense... not to kill him. weird.

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starter call. 

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starter call. 

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driverowdy-smashcrazy..

He was still for a moment, silent as he watched her. And then he dashed at her, needing to be closer. Within inches of her he stopped, just circling her, needing to know her and her energy. She smelled so strongly, her energy so distinct. Almost familiar.

He knew that smell, and it sent his eyes wide, beaming wildly.

“…You’re like him, arent'cha?! Panic boy?! The British one! Ya smell like him. But not. It’s the same but different.” Yeah, her energy sharply strange, changing directions at the last second where the others would keep going.“

she doesn’t flinch. she has no reason to flinch, safe in the knowledge that she is protected. eyes did cautiously follow the boy, however, each time he passed in front of her, intrigued and confused by his behaviour as much as his choice of words. 

he wasn’t making sense. things usually made sense, to her at least. which could only mean that this was wrong somehow. “what’re you talking about?” she asked with rising levels of impatience. “briti-” wait. “you talking about GENTLY?”

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       she stares at the screen with an expression that gave the impression that bart’s mind was whirring a hundred miles a minute. “but where are they?”

@tchnpth sc.. (from ages ago my bad). 

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    “you want something to eat?“ the words follow a period of uncomfortable silence. screw it. if the world didn’t want bart to KILL dirk, then offering part of a day old muffin had to be ok. right? 

 @variabilities sc.. (that i didn’t realise had likes on it my bad.) 

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send me ‘👈👈’ and I will put my playlist on shuffle and make an aesthetic/moodboard for your muse based on the song // @causalitypsychic

demolition lovers- my chemical romance and as we’re falling down, and in this pool of blood and as we’re touching hands, and as we’re falling down and in this pool of blood, and as we’re falling down i’ll see your eyes, and in this pool of blood i’ll meet your eyes, i mean this forever

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starter call. 

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guttersniper..

he tenses at her laughter, not expecting such a joyous sound ( really joyous, not sick or tinged with guile ). “ don’t get that a lot. “ he rolls his shoulders back. “ are ya’ – ‘ungry? “ she looks it. so does he, though he won’t acknowledge it. 

      “well i don’t get people being funny with me a lot.” her smile fades naturally as she finishes talking. with his question, her expression becomes somewhat nonplussed. “i eat when the universe gives me something to eat.” which hadn’t been for a little while. “but yeah, i guess.”