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SORRY I HAVENT BEEN HERE !!!!! i’ll do some drafts when i get some time but it’s gonna be a busy week so i honestly haven’t been doing drafts on any of my blogs lmao
what up I've been on @promisedfriend for the most part rn so if u need me or wanna interact thts where I'll be
GO BLOW YOUR DAD, YOU MULLET-WEARING ASSHOLE !
I. You think this town loves you? This town never loved you. This town loves slouching old houses and soupy bayou summers. Cigarette butts glowing in the backwater. Watchful eyes burning in the trees. II. Look out for old men in broken rockers. Look out for alligators by the riverbank. Look out for the cicadas, shrilling warnings in the mangroves. You’re not as alone as you think. III. Maybe this is why we draw our curtains closed at night. Maybe this is why we cross ourselves and wear silver chains around our necks. IV. You think this town is holy? This town was never holy. This was the devil’s land long before it was ours. Nothing holy has lived here in years.
This town will devour you (southern gothic) |e.c.| (via boysfear)
hmmmm. rly not feeling it today either honestly .. maybe i’ll feel better later but things have just been ? weird irl and on here lately and im being .. super irrational and anxious so i think it’s best i just remove myself for a bit until i’m...more chill...if thats even possible lmao
Me:
Also me:
muse a is fresh out of prison, solitary confinement to be exact, and hasn’t truly seen the light of day for at least a couple of years. they’re adjusting to the real world; they barely speak anymore, and they haven’t experienced gentle human contact in what seems like forever. insert muse b, their new neighbor.
hey look it’s my mike blog :~)
going 2 bed !! had a rly long (but good) day i’m just suuuper exhausted .... im gonna work on my m.ike wh.eeler blog tomorrow tho :~) if anyone wants to plot things ahead of time w him HMU!!
tbh I've meant to make a hc about this forever but rowan's main timeline doesn't actually rly take place in modern times but I just kinda put him places and leave the assumption up to other's or put him in other ppls timelines mostly bc I haven't 100% figured out like? the exact year his main verse is in
I’VE BEEN SEEING GHOSTS MOST OF MY LIFE. THEY DON’T SAY TOO MUCH, BUT THEY MAKE ME TIRED. // original character, written by trick.
rowan's birthday was 2 days ago and I forgot wow :~)
you’re too bitter. you feel your own acid eating you
[ WORMKILLED ]
yeah, justin knows full well that people immediately get on the defensive and or try to avoid him at all costs because he does hang out with henry bowers. hey, can you blame justin? you become the wolf or you become the sheep. you hold the gun or your the guy who gets shot. justin didn’t like feeling weak. he did what he had to do. even if it meant being a complete shit head.
tongue clicks on the roof of his mouth, baby blue eyes drifting upwards as he squinted at the sky, picking out shapes in the clouds. “yeah. he’s real worried.” a simple shrug.
there’s ONE THING rowan’s got going for him: he’s never really spoken to bowers. he’d like to keep it that way. ingrid had nothing but BAD THINGS to say about him, & rowan knew she wasn’t the only one. but he was old enough, not in school --- he got to avoid that shit most of the time. the only reason people in this town know he exists is because of INGRID. even more now that she’s missing. with shaking hands, he reaches for something in his pocket, ❛ you ... you worried ? ‘bout all this, i mean. ❜ not about ingrid. he doesn’t feel like trying to read the extent of people’s sincerity. he’s sick of the words SORRY & CONDOLENCES. said with their empty expressions. because they don’t have a missing kid, a missing sibling. ❛ --- want a cigarette ? ❜
[ NOTINHABITED ]
“Well, THAT almost sounded like a threat. What the fuck, man?”
❛ not supposed to be a THREAT. i was sayin’, you’re lucky it ain’t none of your business. what’s the point of askin’ what i’m doin’ ? really. not like you ain’t been just as suspicious as me out here THIS LATE. ❜ he adjusts the rugged duffel bag on his shoulder, ❛ you even recall how you got here ? ❜
[ CLAYTONCLEAVER ]
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“What are you doing here?” John looked at the young man, startled. He wanted to ignore him, but his inner “good guy” said to confront him.
DAMN. he gets that question so much, & always has a prepared answer whether he’s LYING or not. regardless of his profession, people seemed to find him shady as hell either way. ❛ mm ... don’t think you’re supposed to be here after hours, neither. ❜ with practiced nonchalance, rowan relaxes his shoulders & gives the other a small SMILE. ❛ i jus’ think it’s COOL. wish i had, like, skills with photographin’ & shit sometimes, y’know ?? could take some good ass photos of this place. ❜
[ WORMKILLED ]
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didn’t his kid sister go missing? he pretty sure he’s his age. this rowan guy. sixteen? seventeen? whatever, he’s almost sixteen. he knows not to be insensitive. hell, there was already rumors that the kids going missing had to do with henry and his gang ( which justin was a part of. ) and he wanted to, you know, avoid that notice sticking to his presence. “rowan, right?” now what? “uh, heard any news of your sister yet? she goes to school with my little brother.” god, if he ever went missing? he’d kill a man.
he wouldn’t have thought anyone was speaking to him if it weren’t for his name being used. rowan glances over, pulling his sleeves over his fingers. he’s GUARDED. always. especially around anyone associated with henry bowers. already, he doesn’t have good FAITH in this interaction, but he doesn’t have the courage to tell the other to fuck off, either. ❛ --- no. ❜ he says, glances away because --- prolonged eye contact ? no thanks. ❛ why’s it matter ? i --- were they FRIENDS or somethin’ ? ❜ his voice remains soft, just barely loud enough to be AUDIBLE. the attention makes him nervous, too.