𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖘𝖔 𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

𝖞𝖔𝖚    𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓    𝖘𝖔    𝖇𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖑𝖞    𝖎𝖓    𝖙𝖍𝖊    𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐  

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so! as much as i would love to return to my multi, i no longer have a reliable laptop so managing a blog wouldn’t come easy. i do want to write though. as limited as my availability may be. it’s something i miss. if anyone would like to keep in contact with me and potentially write over discord, please please. add me @ just casual#3251

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👀 well hello

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@doneworse .

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in response,eddie can only snort at the suggestion. it’s rude and condescending, almost,but he doesn’t care in that moment. not with the look on richie’s face.     “they’d be better than the shit that youcurrently have writing for you, that’s for sure,”     richie’s always been funny. eddie stillcan’t understand why he needs to pay someone to write for him –— but that’s aconversation for another day. not for one, right now, when they’re trying to oneup each other in the worst of ways. when richie is challenging him,his chin against his shoulder. eddie almost jumps at the feel of his breathagainst his ear, torn between pulling away and leaning back into it. old habitsdie hard. he thinks of germs, and then he thinks of richie, richie, richie—

now it’s histurn to frown. eyebrows to pull together without a word, but he’s shaking hishead.     “i bet i could,”     he’d never use it, either way. they bothknow that… but also eddie wants to try. just to see if richie cares. to see ifit’ll get under his skin. it’s not the best way to think, he knows, but he alsodoesn’t care for a moment. as he grips a map between white-knuckledfingers, thrumming with anxiety and a point to be proven as hetakes a step forward, yells out an     “excuse me!”     tothe man walking off. throws a wink over his shoulder towards richie as he movestowards him. maybe he won’t ask for his number. maybe he’ll ask for betterdirections. time will tell.

“ oh yeah? then prove me wrong. ”    it’s like he’s deliberately pushing him away. this is the opposite effect of what he was hoping for. as fucked as it was, he wanted to scare eddie just a little. but he should have known better. should have anticipated this biting him in the ass. eddie’s gone before he can do anything about it. before it registers in his mind that this was not the move. he stands straight again and looks on. that wink nearly kills him—  don’t stop. don’t stop. don’t stop. as if repeating it over and over will change the outcome.

                         the guy stops. of course he stops. who wouldn’t stop when being chased down by—

               richie takes in a sharp breath. just about bites the insides of his cheeks to fight the string of curses that threaten to spill out. no. he holds it together. left standing there with the metaphorical dick of his ego in his hands. all he needed to do was keep his mouth shut. he tenses. looks on as the guy smiles warmly and with nothing to hide. like the sick bastard he is, a lover of his own personal torment, richie doesn’t look away. he pays too much attention. hyperaware of how close they end up getting and staring daggers straight into the man’s hand that now rests in the middle of eddie’s back.

score:   eddie — 1.   richie — 0.

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ｗａｒｐｒｏｓｅ

( 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝙰 𝙱𝙸𝚃 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙲𝙾𝙵𝙵𝚂 ; ) the two women in the ring are disappointing, at best, and fitz is losing his patience quickly. ‘aye, blondie- less titty, more punchy, does this look like a fuckin’ runway t’you?! she’s tryin’ to kick your ass, not scissor, so get your shit together!’ there’s a roll of her eyes once fitz turns to face the rest of his gym. much to his surprise, there’s a very recognizable woman charging toward him. and yes, he is a bit scared at the sight of salome. does that deter a snarky remark, however? no, it does not. ‘great, what th’fuck am i payin’ those idiots at th’front door for? they’ll let anyone with pretty lips in here,’ and a grin toward her, fitz testing the limits as he flicks the filter from his fingers. ‘members only, sal. i know you can read, you’ve always been too smart for your own good,’

he hasn’t changed. he still tests her patience  /  is nothing short of insufferable. she’s missed him. but that much, she won’t let on. sal instead looks to the girls in the ring. red cheeks, out of breath, and fire in their eyes that she almost pities.    “ don’t try to impress him. it’s not worth much. ”    she sizes the two up.    “ blondie  —  keep at it. tire her out. another half a second and your partner would have left her right side vulnerable. my apologies for interrupting. ”    it’s a talent in itself  —  ignoring fitz. she is the duck and his words are the water that roll right off of her back. unbothered and not amused. it’s only when she wants to that she centers her attention back on him.    “ then kick me out yourself, tough guy. ”    she’d love to see him try.

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     𝚂𝙷𝙴'𝚂      𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙻𝚈      𝙵𝙾𝙲𝚄𝚂𝙴𝙳      𝙾𝙽      𝙷𝙴𝚁      𝙱𝙾𝙾𝙺,                     but    part    of    reggie    is      also      focused    on    her    company.    eyes    keeping    traveling    off    page    to    the    girl    next    to    her,    peaking    over    her    hand    to    see    the      words      on    the    page.           ❛           okay,    what      are      you    reading    ?           ❜

she’s read this book before. multiple times. she could recite it if she really wanted to   —   but it’s nothing that anyone would want to hear. not particularly. stanley has his birds   /   eloise has her bugs. at least when it came to birds, they didn’t give off the adverse effect of making one’s skin crawl. there were some gnarly bugs out there—  centipedes, scorpions, spiders—   “ a book about entomology. ”    eloise promises herself to be good; to not talk reggie’s ear off.    “ so just. a lot about bugs. ”

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;‘there you go again!’ yelled as he turns to face his sister, motion rushed and aggressive. there isn’t a time when richie isn’t irritated with her, even when she says nothing at all, which in his mind, is rare. their parents force her onto him quite often, and even more than that, liz says she wishes she could go off by herself, play on her own. well, richie was tired of hearing it. ‘you say you want your freedom-’ the boy shoves his sister a bit, urging her to stay there before he starting walking off. ‘be my guest!’

the shove is unexpected. for as slight as it is, it’s enough for her to lose her balance. it’s enough for her footing to slip, and for her to catch herself on her hands and knees before she really fell. she had been complaining. it’s what she’s good at;  especially when out of earshot of wentworth or maggie. she just means to vent  —  but richie has his way of making her anger flare up. richie has his way of making her feel small. liz is back on her feet in no time. is pushing back unruly curls before she spits on the ground in front of him.

                         “ you don’t always have to be an ass. ”    she doesn’t yell. she fixes her glasses, dusts off her hands, and walks ahead. not following  —  no. she’s going her own way.    “ it’s not like i asked to be born— ”    it’s out. for as young as she is, she’s exasperated by it. by him.

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[brkmans]

          𝙄’𝙈 𝙏𝙊𝙊 𝘾𝙃𝙀𝘼𝙋 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙏𝙊 𝙊𝙒𝙉 𝙈𝙀​           ╱          𝙉𝙊 𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙀𝙑𝙀𝙍 𝘾𝙊𝙐𝙇𝘿 !

                        ＷＲＩＴＴＥＮ　&　ＢＡＲＥＬＹ　ＣＯＮＴＲＯＬＬＥＤ　ＢＹ　ＡＳＨ　╱　©

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things i keep thinking abt and Want:

darcy / robin

darcy / steve

potentially also writing fallon, darcy’s sister so she can heck it up with the other Kids.

more ... Reddie

monsters ......... for reasons

witcher au .......

let me make a ...... demon ......

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muses i haven’t fully expanded on in my google doc bc im a trash person, but muses that i have all the same:

morgan ripley.    b/arry oc.    fc:   e/mily b/lunt. former navy corpsman   /   current medic-for-hire for all your assassin types. she generally charges a flat rate, but there are a special few that she hikes the price up for. for her own safety, of course.

birdie hewitt.    s/tranger t/hings oc.    fc:  m/ackenzie d/avis. the hewitt’s have been fortunate to run a small games store. carrying all your dnd and hobby needs. birdies taken the mantle on running the place since her father decided to retire early. ( he still hangs around the shop, obviously. birdie just has all the responsibility. )

fallon summers.    s/tranger t/hings oc.    fc:   tbd. still need to fully sort her out, but she’s darcy’s little sister. she’ll def be a request only muse.

billie tate.    werewolf oc.    fc:   w/inona r/yder. billie is a mother of three, and owns a pretty popular bakery. popular amongst her fellow supernatural type. all three of her kids carry the werewolf gene, so she has her hands full. she’s overly trusting, at times, but mess with her family and there’s hell to pay. ;/

simon gaunt.    witch oc.    fc:   j/ames r/ansone. he has the misfortune of being able to channel the dead. he makes a business out of it, sure, but he has a better time being a l/yft driver. 

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you really look like shit. well, lee, barry feels like shit. that information would make neither of them feel better, however, so instead of saying so, barry gives a dull glance up to lee before stepping completely out of the room’s door. barely notices that the other man is draping a shirt over his dirty clothes. all barry wants is the door, the exit. out of this cage, out of danger. was anyone looking? cameras on either end of the hall… barry coughs, and there is blood in his mouth, but he ignores it, blinks away the dizziness, shakes his head to keep himself awake.

‘i can drive,’ there’s a weak insistence in his voice, but if he really needed to, if he had no other choice, he absolutely could make it home. perhaps he’d pass out behind the wheel as soon as he reached the apartment, stay there until morning, but he could. he’s done so with worse. but lee wasn’t going to let him, and he wasn’t strong enough to argue, so he focuses, instead, on making it to wherever lee had left his own car when he’d initially brought barry to the hospital. upon sight, barry can see the blood he’s left on the seat from his wounds. barry blinks a few times, going faint, falling against lee for a moment to keep himself upright, to give himself supprt. ‘sorry, um…’ eyes squeeze shut before he reaches for the door’s handle, ready to tell another lie as he tried to open it. ‘i’m okay,’

keys in hand, his car’s unlocked well before they get there. now that they’re outside, he doesn’t worry about the staff inside. doesn’t worry about being questioned and being called officer—  no. he’s still more worried about the man beside him. there’s no avoiding that. lee supports the weight of him. anticipated as much. is the reasoning behind his arm now finding its place hooked around barry’s waist. he gives it only a second before he’s opening the door for him instead. doesn’t need to be asked, not that he would have to begin with.

                         “ you’re not okay. ”    lee doesn’t hide his disappointment well. not now as he’s helping barry into the passenger seat.   (  he’s hit with the memory of finding him. of having to pull him out of his own car, only to get him into his. remembers vividly, having barry’s blood on his hands—  on his clothes—  )   habit has him fastening barry’s seatbelt for him. makes sure it’s secure with just a tug, or two.    “ and don’t be sorry. ”    it’s softer. more understanding. he waits until barry’s settled before he closes the door for him and rounds the car to get into the driver’s seat.

               without another word, without another glance, lee turns the ignition. if the streets of la were kind, they’d be at his apartment within the hour.

it’s only when they’re pulling up into the parking lot that lee breaks the silence. parks, but doesn’t look at barry.  “ if you want to go home, tell me now. i’ll take you and your car. ”    and no, he doesn’t sound happy about it.    “ but i’d be lying if i said i didn’t want you here. ”    safe. with me.

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ｗａｒｐｒｏｓｅ

( 𝙼𝙰𝚈𝙱𝙴 𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙰𝚆 𝙸𝚃 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 ; ) the break in richie, the turning point for which their was no return. it’s a dam with too much water in it; eventually the cement will break in half and everything will spill out. brow is furrowed as he watches the other man go through his emotions. there’s nothing comedic about what he’s seeing. there’s nothing but tragedy. and he knows the only thing richie can do now is live through it. even if it was going to be the hardest thing he’s ever done in his life.

‘i know,’ he replies softly, allowing richie to embrace him, his own arms wrapping around the man, one hand reaching up to the back of his head where he gripped comfortably tight, tanned fingers weaving through black hair. what can he say? nothing would make his friend feel better. time must be given to his wound, and richie must have patience. all ben could really do was be there for him. ‘he loved you, too. i know he did. we all know he did.’ mumbled quietly with another squeeze. ben was nothing if not a good friend. it’s the only thing he knew how to be for a long time- the soft support for the losers, no matter what the problem. ‘you can stay here as long as you want. okay? you’re not a burden, so don’t even think that,’ he means it genuinely. richie needs love right now. and ben and bev were going to give it to him.

he needs more than just a minute to go through it. the least he can accomplish is trying not to be loud. doesn’t want the added guilt of keeping bev awake too—   so he keeps his sobs muffled against ben’s shoulder. hides his face and presses his eyes shut tightly. his body still shakes with it. hands grasping fistfuls of ben’s robe. and even if he was trying to keep it down, his pain is still audible. in that moment, richie’s afraid. safe, his mind registers, but afraid. afraid of having come face to face with his own survivor’s guilt and having to live with it. they all did.    “ fuck. ”

                         he knows it too. deep down. it was more than just wishful thinking. that eddie kaspbrak could love him back  —  he did.

               one thing was for sure; richie wasn’t alone. no matter how much he felt like he was—  he starts to ease up. little by little, starts to unwind and pull away. sniffles as he’s back to standing upright and places a clean hand on ben’s shoulder. he’s awfully gentle about it; the way his hand travels upward. slides over his neck, his jaw, and finally rests on the other man’s cheek.   (  he can blame the absence of his glasses, surely.  )    “ too late there, ben. you’re looking at the embodiment of burden  —  but i mean, i can stick around. done and done. ”    he’s trying hard to make things better. brings his hand back so he can use both to rub at his eyes. finally settled, or as good as he’s gonna get, richie turns. picks his glasses up off the counter and places them back on.

“ thank you. ”    has a weird way of sounding like,  ‘ i’m sorry. ’

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she’swaiting for the rest of the day. a fear in her bones that the worst will happen– and maybe she’s just being paranoid. it could have been anything, she couldhave just walked in at the wrong time and… and there must have been a reasonthat those men were there. that he was fine. he must have been, because…because he would have told her if not, right? he would have given her some sortof sign that he needed help if he had, right? would have whispered for her tocall someone or do something when it was just the two of them before she wasseen.

only, hedoesn’t call. he doesn’t give her any sort of sign that he’s okay… until hedoes. until he’s there, at her apartment. she doesn’t know who it is when shegoes to answer the door – barry still turns up sometimes, but he tends to callfirst. give her a warning in case she’s busy or learning lines or simply isn’tin the mood to be around anyone else. other than that, there weren’tmany people that just turned up.

sheabsolutely hadn’t expected kennedy when she turned up. hadn’t expected to seehis face, the bruises that were all too clearly forming already. her eyes arewide, lips parted, surprise all too clear on her face. “holy shit,” comes theresponse, quiet and scared. “what—what the fuck, kennedy,” she’s whispering,concern all too clear in her eyes. she can’t handle it. how is she meantto react? “this— fuck. come in— you need to—” she doesn’t give him an option,because she needs to… deal with this. needs to make sure that he’s okay, thathe’s going to be okay, at the very least. her stomach is in knots and herfingers are wrapping around his forearms and pulling him inside.

“whathappened? do you— do you need anything?”

mistake after mistake; they keep piling on. who knew he could slip up so bad. sally isn’t to blame. blame rests solely on his shoulders and there’s a small seed of fear that starts to take root. will sprout into unbridled anxieties if he allows it to. he needs to pull it out by the root. he needs to fix this. needs to do more than just give her his word.   ( but at the same time, he needs to make sure this doesn’t happen again. it can’t. )

                         kennedy can’t remember the last time anyone worried about him  —  can’t remember being helped. her concern bleeds over him. disarms him to where he does little to resist her grabbing him. allows her to drag him in. there’s something reassuring about it. warm and welcome, even if the littered profanities along the way have him unsure with his own smile. it’s out of place, but he can always fall back on being in some state of shock. it doesn’t take long at all for his story to be made up.    kennedy platt ; ever the improv genius.

               “ a drink, maybe? water’s fine. something stronger would be even better. ”    he feigns deflection;  not wanting to talk about what happened just yet. briefly, he glances down to her grip on his forearms. doesn’t pull away or try to break her hold. he remains pliant.    “ and i—   what happened back there, i owe some people some money. ”    he makes it sound shameful, because to anyone else, it would be.    “ or i owed. they … got what they wanted. got a little extra too—   but i’m fine. it’s fine. ”    he sounds nervous. would she accept his explanation? he could only hope.    “ again i’m so,  so sorry you had to see that. ”    which is still a hundred percent his fault.

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things i keep thinking abt and Want:

darcy / robin

darcy / steve

potentially also writing fallon, darcy’s sister so she can heck it up with the other Kids.

more ... Reddie

monsters ......... for reasons

witcher au .......

let me make a ...... demon ......

[warprose-a-deactivated20210212]

                             would you P L E A S E listen ? would you  P L E A S E listen ?                                  we can S E E what’s M I S S I N G when you B L E E D .                                     𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻 & 𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽 𝙼𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙸 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 . 𝙷𝙸𝙶𝙷𝙻𝚈 𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 .

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             but     barry,         at     the     end     of     this     episode,         kind     of     realizes,         like ,             ❝           OH,         that    was        ——        that    was    going    into    the    arms    of    the    DEVIL .          ❞