BLOGROLL: @narniianblood @snuffbait (multimuse sideblog. might follow you on behalf of it) @ofcellardoor
[ inconsistent activity. indie headcanon based portrayal of thomas jesse hanniger from my bloody valentine (2009). RESPECTS &. MERGES ELEMENTS &. PSYCHOLOGICAL DEPTH FROM BOTH THE ORIGINAL (1981) &. THE REMAKE VERSIONS. ]
multiverse, multiship, oc, crossover friendly. sensitive themes will be explored here.
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i. no discord for rp, no personals &. no minors.
ii. mutuals only.
iii. the usual DNI criteria. . . i do not tolerate bigotry of any kind! &. i'm not here for drama. please, let me know if i am following or supporting someone problematic, thank. (no cancel culture, though).
iv. i am usually slow w/ replies &. i might feel inspired to continue one thread over another, but that doesn't mean i'm actively ignoring you, so keep that in mind, i write intuitively. again, do not rush me, please! <3 that is to say i will never rush you either. there is no expiration date here. take your time. if you are stuck on a thread for whatever reason, do not hesitate to tell me! i am more than happy to plot, discuss, talk.
v. i'm very chill &. will never pressure you about anything, we're here to have fun. you do not need to mirror length or writing/formatting style. i am not that shallow. however, i appreciate when people don't use small text, but that's on me... i'm blindddd.
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JJ'S NARRATION. . . (she/they, 21, ITA.ENG, GMT+2) ASK FOR DISCORD (just 4 fun! chatting, plotting, etc. . . not for roleplaying) ;;
i dont care if we have 10 threads together. i dont care if we have 20. send the meme. write the starter. scream in my inbox. lets start another one. we have six ships? make it seven. canon characters? lets give them an au. i want all. the. things.
so sorry for lowkey being mia guys but tbh ever since the conjuring: last rites dropped, my brain's been total mush over vera farmiga. like omg i *need* that woman. can't think about anything else except her. CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT HER.
"That you're a little out of sync in your life. Though, the way you're acting, it seems you're out of sync with the rest of us here on earth." Miriel leans back in her chair, unimpressed that she likely would have to repeat all that she'd explained in the last few minutes.
His sudden detachment didn't mean his recovery was to be discounted. Perhaps more remarked on, really. When she first met Tom, he was mere skin and bones, dropped off at her doorstep like he was nothing more than a sack of organs kept together by thin wrapping. He'd filled out some, now, but the brain cells were still busy filling in the gaps that were really just a natural result from severe malnutrition. She shouldn't judge him too much for it โ it was simple biology. Out of his control, and he seemed to have had his fair share of misfortune to have landed in such a state in the first place.
It was still annoying to have to revisit the last part of his treatment. The surgeon decided a different tactic was in order to spare the both of them.
"Forget about that for a moment," she sighs. "Made any headway in those memories of yours?"
she asks a simple question yet it feels as though the whole world punishes him for it. hers is a legitimate attempt at doing her job, tom can't fault her for that. but her words are more acerbic than treatment -- they are an indelible reminder of what has been, of what was lost in the carnage back in harmony, of what festers behind his eyelids every time he dares to close them. he cannot sleep. he cannot eat. spiritually, he is absent.
he simply is not there.
hand reaches out with the lethargy of a man too tired to resist, fingers drifting like ghosts across the cold ceramic of the ashtray resting on the table. the faint contact sends static humming throughout him. proof that, in some small way, he is still alive. it isn't that he's completely unaware of what consumes him; much of it is buried in the recesses of memory. but there's something elusive that clings to the edges of his awareness, something he cannot name. it weighs on him in the hollow between his ribs, evident in his slow recovery. and whenever he tries to pin it down, the thing slips away -- too raw to be laid bare without fracturing what's left inside of him.
and so he simply shrugs, finding the white object in the window light more interesting than the woman seated before him.
this is stupid. stupid, stupid, stupid.
โ notโฆ โ if this were a pinocchio tale, his nose would already be growing. โ . . .really. i'm tellin' you, it's the damn pills you give me. i feel like i'm just getting dumber. โ
โ edmund was a graver &. quieter man than peter &. great in council &. judgement. he was called King Edmund the Just. Duke of Lantern Waste. Count of the Western March. Knight of the Noble Orderย ofย theย Table. one of the best swordsmen in narnia. โ
NARNIIANBLOOD. mutually exclusive, golden age centered indie portrayal of EDMUND PEVENSIE from c.s. lewis' THE CHRONICLES OF NARNIA, blending book canon + the walden media + disney/fox film adaptations with a strong leaning towardย theย latter. focuses on edmund both as narnian royalty &. as a figure in the human world.
