#𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳 --- this is a private and selective multi muse by : elliot ( 26 + he / they ). some muses are heavily canon divergent. [ doc. ]

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#𝙵𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳 --- this is a private and selective multi muse by : elliot ( 26 + he / they ). some muses are heavily canon divergent. [ doc. ]
#𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃 / PENNED BY ELLIOT.
no i’m not staying up until 4 am to work on sam’s hair metal music playlist.
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I can't believe w,,alking d,,ead still gets me Titled lmao
the way those eyes I’ve always loved illuminates this place.
independent & private PATRICIA BLUM URIS of the horror novelization : IT. canon divergent and multi verse. CARRD. please read before interaction. loved by pa,m
u think in modern h,,ogwarts there’s students that reference memes??
“𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚗.” 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚠. the georgia sun beats down on them with its relentless heat and growing up in this very heat, rick knew. the both have been walking for thirty minutes, finally reaching a clearing. “we’re here.”
the view looked out into a wide open field with knee - high grass with weathered gallon barrels placed through out. “glenn and i came out here not long ago, thought it would be best to set - up target practice away from the prison.” rick takes off his backpack and kneels to open it. “we haven’t had the chance of coming out here officially yet, but with everything settling down i felt like this was a good time to come out -- take a few shots, get a lay of the land more.”
from the backpack, he pulls out a .22 handgun for nick. “this is a good place to start -- don’t worry, it’s not loaded.” and with ease, he unclips it, showing nick the empty clip, then he pulls back chamber. no bullet. “it’s okay.” rick offers it slowly to him. / @ahtlas
ok ok ok, this is Real Elliot Question hours, but who do you think would pass an inspection for cleanest hotel?: n,,orman b,,ates or j,,ack t,,orrance?
shinedied:
he stands before the big, LOCKED pantry door, hearing his mommy’s voice echo in his head. someone will come looking, doc and they’ll help all of us and your daddy get down. but it’s taking TOO LONG, he misses his father, stuck behind that door and … he knows he shouldn’t be down here without his mom. she says he’s dangerous, and danny’s seen as much but he doesn’t believe that was REALLY HIM, because that means his mommy’s dangerous too. they’d both hurt EACH OTHER that night … but he doesn’t like thinking about it. “ hey ! you mean ghosties better leave my daddy alone alright ! ” he calls out to the ceiling, to that metal, faceless door.
they’re hiding now, he knows – they can’t do anything without his daddy, and without danny being scared. well, danny’s DONE being scared. “ i’m not afraid of you, and you can’t hurt us, or make my daddy do anything either. i won’t let you. ” could he actually do that ? maybe. he wasn’t sure, but he believed he could if it came down to it.
jack , @fallenmind - semi - plotted sc.
[ 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝. 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚢 - 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚓𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. ]
another sixteen hours pass before jack reawakens, head throbbing, his tongue bone dry, as the sound of his son’s voice came audible to jack’s senses. lazily he lulled himself up and off of the ground, his lower back screaming now just as loud as his head was, getting momentary motion sickness as he gained his bearings. shuffling to the door the pain of his head with paired brain fog had made him forget. he’s still locked away ( 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐝 𝐧𝐨. ).
“d-danny?” he rasps in a rather slow and groggy voice. [ does he remember? ] yes you do, mr. torrance. jack reaches up to feel his head, wincing slightly at the source of pain, and he hopes the pain jolts the memories awake. “where am i?” jack asks, hesitant if he wants the truth -- his stomach twists into a tight knot, as if warning him. “are you --” he slowly exhales, bracing himself. you’re a sick man, mr. torrance. ( 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚑𝚘𝚙 𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛! ) “okay?” his hands clutch themselves tightly, nails digging into his palm. “please, doc -- i don’t remember.”
gonna add hp muses Hehe
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❝ i didn’t say it was stupid, i said it was fuckin’ stupid . i swear, sometimes i think you got a goddamn death wish . ❞
sc, @fallenmind + rick .
“𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝? 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑.” a twist of his head, his words were that of jest, rick’s tone teasing as his lips turn to that of a small smirk. “besides carl and nick will love it.” rick plants his boot on the edge of a store shelf, elevating himself up. he does this again until he has climbed onto the shelf, fully off the floor. the man had set his eyes on a dvd player. “we have a tv back at the prison, but it’s useless if all that’s attached is a vhs player and tapes on what to expect on your first day as a prison guard.” the shelf groans uneasily beneath rick’s weight as he reaches for the box. “if i fall, i expect you’ll catch me.”
pls have a wonderful day. ❤
26th Year 👁👄👁
underneath this post put a character’s name + a random word and i’ll attempt to conjure a starter based off that word.
inescape:
𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎. ↳ @fallenmind, starter call.
you take to being 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚌, shouldering the burden of indifference as you watch fatigue bury itself inside grouped features. you never liked to wear your thoughts, knowing there were others suffering just as much as you, if not more. between the heat and the hunger that plagued you, you were each edging towards total collapse.
❛❛ YOU THINK we’ll find anything here? ❜❜ you wonder aloud, the first time your tired throat had uttered a sound in these hours shared. you hope he says yes, if only to 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗 for a few moments.
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚢𝚊𝚛𝚍. like a hollowed out memory of a place that once had some sense of life. nestled away in some country side, the thought crossed rick’s mind on how truly picked clean a place like this would be? there was a glint of reassurance in his tone, “i think so.”
eyes scan the skeletons of storefronts in the distance, watchful of movement ahead, dead or otherwise. the blistering sun casted their shadows against pavement, hunger continued to devour him from the inside [ 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍 ] -- eyes refocus. “there.” bringing up his hand, rick points. sitting on the corner of the block, was a local pharmacy, boards placed across the front windows, looking rather untouched ; too good to be true? “might be a good place to start.”
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