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@coldnessfollows
this blog will feature tropes such as moral ambiguity, noble demon, affable evil, sympathetic murderer and more. common themes will include addiction to power, cynicism, and playing judge, jury and executioner. potential triggers will still be tagged accordingly, excluding blood, violence, and weapons.
an independent and fandomless portrayal of thomas harper, an original character. minors, do not interact.
written by misty.
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i stay roasting tommy on discord
an independent and canon-divergent portrayal of tyler galpin from wednesday.
written by misty.
an independent and canon-divergent portrayal of tyler galpin from wednesday.
written by misty.
an independent and canon-divergent portrayal of tyler galpin from wednesday.
written by misty.
kate was not a chef by any means - she knew better than to bestow the responsibility of cooking unto herself, especially when she was interested in impressing her company. it had just arrived a few minutes before he had, so it was still boxed up and fresh, the lids steaming. “hope you like korean barbecue,” she had splurged with the choices, and she motioned towards the kitchen so he could follow her to where everything was all laid out.
dispelling space gives her room to breathe, breathe in the food. it's disarming, how normal he can act. it makes her feel like the blood could be nothing. it could be just a stain. “you ever get nosebleeds?” it's her way of digging without making it obvious. she taps at her nose, “i get them a lot.” usually because she's in combat. not because of nature. “they're a real pain in the ass.”
she's barefoot, trekking, then serving them small feasts on plates. “if you fall asleep during the movie, it might end up being the best sleep of your life.” she situated them at her dining room table, before leaning against the counter, gaze darting back to tommy's, “you want anything to drink?”
truthfully, he’s never had korean barbecue, but it smells so delicious that he’d be a fool not to try it. “i can’t say that i’ve had it before,” he admits, feeling comfortable enough to start opening boxes and nosing through the options. tommy chooses what seems to be beef along with some veggies and rice. “this smells amazing, though,” he tells her, hoping his gratitude goes without saying. “i’ll pay you back for half as soon as i get some cash,” he promises.
nosebleeds… odd question, but he supposes they’re still in the get-to-know-me stage, and so it’s as random as anything else she could have asked. “not really.” a nonchalant shrug as he looks around for chopsticks, ready to dig in as soon as he can. “is it a medical condition, or do you get into a lot of fights?” he asks, exhaling a chuckle at the idea of kate starting a bar fight like he almost had the night they met. “i bet the stains are brutal.”
"well, i checked your phone for a third location, but i didn't really see one. could be that i'm just not great with electronics, but my assumption was just that you were planning on bringing him back here." she says this all as if it is entirely normal for a person to do. it had taken her a little out of her usual routine, but not really out of her comfort zone.
"you had seen my face, and i had seen yours, and obviously you aren't exactly... following all the laws. so i figured you would probably wanna do some shit to me, scared of the fire or not. so i figured i'd just jump the gun, get everyone here, and figure out what exactly was going on." she points to the other guy. "i'm no cop or vigilante or anything, but like, now that i'm in the middle of this, i figure i should probably get all the facts."
tommy’s a bit too busy focusing on the knot holding his hands hostage than actually listening to her, even if he did ask a question. the more the woman talks, the more time he has to think of a way out of this mess once his hands are free. “you wouldn’t be in the middle of it if you’d minded your business,” he grumbles, barely loud enough for her to hear. damn, he’s got to learn how to tie like this. it’s impossible to get out of.
shoulders slump as he momentarily gives up, gaze shifting from the floor to the woman. “how’d you do that fire trick?” he asks, changing the subject to stall a bit longer. a foot reaches out to nudge the other guy, who seems to still be out. apparently passing out and fainting are two entirely separate way to go unconscious. “he’s not dead, is he?”
gonna start being selective with threads on all my blogs now that i’m writing five muses
plotted starter for @hidefire
eyes blink open as tommy attempts to adjust his vision. everything is a bit blurry at first, but soon comes into focus as he sees a pair of boots standing in front of him. it’s then that he realizes he’s on the floor, but he can’t remember how he got here. glancing around, he recognizes it as his own living room, but—
but his hands are tied behind his back. that’s reassuring, if not perplexing. finally, he rolls over onto his back to see the boots belong to a blonde he only vaguely familiars.
then it clicks.
the last thing he remembers—“weren’t you on fire?”
“oh, yeah. i really didn’t mean to make you pass out, by the way. first time i’ve seen that.”
he’s talking! which means rain is now going to move him over to prop him up against a nearby wall. a good enough view of her, and he can get a glance of the other guy she’s got tied up. he’s also got duct tape on his mouth, though, he hasn’t stirred yet.
“i really didn’t want to tie you up. just thought you might try and run and blame me for… well, whatever it is you had going on with this guy.” she motions with her boot.
this is quite the change of pace for thomas, who’s usually the one kidnapping and interrogating. but there’s a reason she brought him to his home along with his own victim. how she knew where tommy lives is a mystery, but doesn’t seem too hard to figure out. “uh, right….” probably best he stick to her assumptions rather than what he initially—his memory is coming back now—feared he’d have to do: kill her, too.
that idea isn’t off the table now that she’s playing some game with him and this other guy. it seems the woman isn’t as innocent as he previously presumed. then again, he didn’t expect her to catch on fire, either. “what’re you, some twisted magician?” he asks, leaning against the wall, hands discreetly attempting to untie themselves. “why did you bring me to my own house? what’s your plan here?”
EXCUSE ME??????
i’ve settled on ASTOR
Send "Can I kiss you?" to see how my muse responds.
i’m puppy sitting today so i’ll be pretty distracted
so the puppy is mine now??? HSBHDBSNS
