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" 𝗂'𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝗎𝗋𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝖻𝗈𝗑. "

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#𝑯𝑨𝑼𝑵𝑻𝑩𝑶𝑿𝑬𝑫.  a lowkey, faintly haunted multimuse featuring an abundance of canon and original characters. haunted by motley! [ 24 + they/he + adt ]

heavily affiliated with @manteaublanc / @priestbit 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐎𝐗.

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howdy friends! i'm still here, i'm also over on @h4ngman bc the jake brainrot is so strong as of late. pls feel free to poke me!

[h4ngman]

--- FOR ALL YOU FOLKS AT HOME, 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐘 𝐀 𝐅𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐋 !

𝐇𝟒𝐍𝐆𝐌𝐀𝐍. a well-loved rendition of lt. jake seresin, callsign hangman. ( a study in: the mettle of man, the anti-hero complex, and southern sensibilities. ) backseated by motley. est. june 2024.

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rip jake seresin you would’ve loved it boy by bb.no$

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waves. i'm applying for loans and i'm stressed. good evening

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The Boys S04E03 | We’ll Keep the Red Flag Flying Here

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slides my saved hangman url behind my back

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there's tranquility to it, the calm before the storm. when it's quiet except for music playing form crackling speakers and the steady buzz of a fan in the corner, just her and less than a handful of regulars. the crowd will flush in at a later hour and turn the place into a mess of loud laughter, shouting matches and spilled drinks - the ebb and flow of it has a nearly addictive element to it and she finds herself craving the madness of busy nights as much as she yearns for alone-time before and after. the new faces register first - not many people tend to get randomly washed up at the place - but then the familiar face amongst them has the pieces fall into place rather swiftly. HIS FAMILY. he brought his family and something twists in her guts. she wouldn't know if what she spots on their faces is pride or interest or affection, but she can easily tell it is far from the look of abhorrence she'd imagine on her own parents were they ever to set foot into a place like this. it feels so private a moment that she immediately averts her gaze, feels like somehow she's prying on something intimate, and busies herself with polishing some glasses.

her family name hits like a barbed whip and she almost winces at it. a deep breath and closing her eyes a moment later, she finds herself following his demand (and really, there was not much of an invitation), standing at a table where she feels so awkwardly out of place she can only assume how red her face must be. as nonchalant as she can manage, she lets her gaze wander, tries not to feel squeamish at being looked at with such curiosity. "a pleasure to have you here -" most of you, she adds mentally. "you're a little early, most of the fun starts in about an hour. you're on a visit? what has he shown you so far?" and as always, comfort sets in once she gets talking. the smile more effortlessly sitting on her face. it's only a brief quizzical look at jake, a silent /why are did you call me over!!/ that goes unspoken but she'll have words about this with him.

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--- paige's visible discomfort at having been called upon only further cements jake's desire to end this encounter as soon as it has started. " paige is a friend of mine. she, uh - she keeps us all in check. bradley too. " maybe if he mentions bradley, who his parents had always loved so much despite the chasm of a rift that had grown between the two men, he could distract from whatever this was becoming. shelby just stares at him, a contemplative look on her drawn features. " paige, this is my mom, bonnie, and my dad, hank. " his voice is different somehow, quieter, injected with less bravado than usual. he feels closer to human than he'd like to. " and my older sister shelby. they wanted the full north island experience, so i brought 'em here. "

this feels too close, too personal, too much like letting her see behind the carefully constructed curtain. everything jake has ever done is methodical. he is perceived exactly how he wants to be, and nothing more. but his family is his weak spot - with his mother, he will always be the polite southern gentleman she'd raised him to be, despite his public efforts to appear the contrary. he can't look at paige now that she's seen the truth. he looks everywhere but her until he finally trains his gaze on the floor. to someone who knows him, they might say that jake looks sheepish. a silence lapses before his mother smacks his arm, speaking softly to him. aren't you going to invite her to join us? manners, james! he sighs and looks up at the ceiling, " would you like to join us for dinner, paige? "

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due to the ongoing glen pow.ell summer, i have become relentlessly focused on jake stupid motherfucker seresin again

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"Okay," Bob breathes out. "Okay. Fine." He takes another breath. "They'll call me first." There, the acceptance that Jake craves. Mostly, almost, freely given. Giving in is easier than giving up. Maybe, that's why Bob is so suited to the backseat - when it inevitably goes to shit, all he can do is see their choices through and pray it works in their favor.

He retreats back the bedroom, returning a second later with his glasses on. Then he flicks on the kitchen lights, blinking as he adjusts to the burst of light. Bob's quiet as he starts searching through Jake's fridge. Neither are getting back to sleep soon.

Sighing, he closes it, bumping his head against the door. "You have no food." But Bob isn't craving some midnight grilled cheese or a bowl of cereal - it's just things he wants, he can't have.

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--- bob caves and so too does jake as he lets out a breath, shoulders sagging forward. it might be the smallest he's ever looked, here under cover of darkness as he bares the truth to bob in what small increments he himself can handle. jake watches, planted, as bob disappears and then reappears with his glasses on. somehow he feels like the moment is gone. whatever honesty he'd been working himself up to sharing has disappeared like a burst bubble. so he just watches.

" bob. " jake's voice feels wrong, it sounds wrong, everything is wrong. he doesn't know how to make it right. " bobby, " he tries again, " please. " jake seresin doesn't beg. he does not plead, he has never grovelled, but for bob to understand him for just one fraction of a second, he would find himself on his knees. how can this be so difficult? " could you just look at me? "

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❛  before you have an absolute fit , yes i will wash the dishes and no this isn't a fever dream ... ❜ the kitchen might be covered in a few dirty dishes and several egg shells , there might even be half a packet of the good butter laying out on the counter. are those fresh bell peppers and onions too ? emily doesn't look half as sheepish as she sounds, turning to doc with a resigned sort of huff , her shoulders shrugging as her eyebrows flicker - offering absolutely no further explanation.

obviously there's only one person she'd go this much effort for - and since fathers day is kinda close and she has a feeling she might not be on base to celebrate this feels like something both of them deserve. omlette au fromage. du fromage. whatever. dexter's lab seems like a reasonable influence.

❛  sit. i'm worried you might fall over if you go into shock. ❜

starter for @hauntboxed / doc

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--- doc watches whatever this is unfold with a faint hint of an amused smile, arms folded over his chest as he stands in the doorway. at her words, he raises his hands in surrender, " i didn't say anything, " he insists, " i'm keeping my mouth shut. " he does enter the kitchen proper and seat himself at the table with a newspaper tucked under his elbow. his head tilts as he takes in the state of the countertops - there's actual vegetables there, ones he's not entirely certain they'd had in the fridge beforehand. this had taken some planning.

" hope you're not doing all of this just for me, kid, " just as soon as he is seated, doc gets to his feet again to gently nudge into her space in search of coffee. " i appreciate the sentiment, but you know me. you don't need big displays of affection. " it is not lost on him what holiday approaches, and he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a pang of affection at her evident efforts to do something nice for him. it's nice to be appreciated, after all. " thanks, em. this is nice. "

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i have mead and free french fries let’s DO THIS

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the tension between me and a solo blog for jake

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“it’s…” brushing the other side with their hand, they cringe. “it’s not entirely an invite to your funeral. it’s more like an invite to mine.” it’s not that will isn’t lovely, he is, he’s more than lovely and that’s almost the problem. “your mom is…” how much they can say honestly at this point about his mom they’re not sure. liam’s never been one to really know how to talk about other people’s parents so it lands back on, “your mom!” she paces around, searching for another hair tie.

“but my mom and my dad and my step mom and my half siblings are kind of a different type of nightmare. i don’t even know the last time they were all in a room together. y’know i don’t actually know if my mom has ever met my step mom. maybe one of my graduations?” they hum in thought, but the pause isn't actually much of a pause at all. they're talking fast, and throwing a lot of information out all at once, while digging out a single hair tie from a drawer. "did they sit on opposite sides both times? they did for high school i think. for college... what did they do? OH, my step mom didn't come to that one actually. she stayed home with the girls."

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--- will's good at this part, the listening. so he sits on the edge of liam's bed as they pace, hands folded neatly in his lap. he watches her ping pong about the room in search of a hair tie, pulling one from his wrist that he keeps just for them, just in time for them to find their own. he opens his mouth to speak a few times before deciding to just wait it out. " my mum is neurotic, to put it lightly, " will sighs, " you weren't around when my dad was, but i promise you, i've seen worse. " he watches them for another long moment before he gets to his feet and comes to stand with his hands on liam's shoulders.

" i don't have to go, if it's going to be too stressful. i don't mind! " he does mind, a little, but he can get past that part on his own! " but if it's me being out of my depth that you're worried about, you don't need to be. i'm great with parents and diffusing tense situations. "

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" in that sense and no other. " it is unfortunate for him, really, to share her space on an evening like that. hardly the reason for her ill humor, he still suffers the brunt of it and if she were less occupied with planning her escape from the dance, she'd perhaps fine it in herself to feel a little guilty. as it stands, her sole focus remains figuring out how to get around the building and to the carriages without her mother's ever watchful eyes spotting her. like so many, she tends to be more vulture than woman on evenings like this - only for anne swanson it is part of her general demeanor rather than just a hunger for suitable husbands for her daughter. paige in truth doubts her parents could care less about how she holds herself at these events - so long as she does not embarrass the family. finding a match, ill fitting or not, is not up to her either way. so whether or not she dances well or makes for a good conversationist or, in fact, even appears pleasing to the eyes of the eligible bachelors is of no importance. influence and wealth will secure her a good husband; and that means one that her father will select ... and that means one that surely is to make her life even more miserable. for the company that peter swanson entertains could not be further removed from anything that thrills paige. DOESN'T MEAN SHE WON'T DO HER MOST TO REBEL - even just by sneaking out and making herself rare.

so her retort is harsher than it needs to be and yet it is him who extends a peace offering in form of a flask. her posture changes so rapidly she can almost feel something crack in her hips. a drink. unspeakably inappropriate, possibly scandalous and absolutely exactly what she needs. an eager hand touches cold metal and the sharp burn of the liquor hits her before any taste gets the chance to. a second gulp taking despite her flinching, perhaps too eager, too generous, before she hands it back and lets the silence linger for the time it takes for the burning to subside. " love isn't what's finding you. love isn't what's waiting for anyone in there. those are matters of business, big or small. it's a MARKET - everything is transactional. and i think you know that. you do not strike me as the delusional type. " in fact, the baron strikes her as one of the most clear-minded people attending tonights soiree. with seemingly little care for an already somewhat noteworthy reputation ... they all talk either way, might as well give them a reason to. " it's not wise going about offering ladies brandy, you know? "

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--- it is a rare instance for jake to find himself without words, or even remotely caught off guard. he is ever composed, quick with a witty quip, and ready to evade any real show of emotion if he can help it. but miss swanson surprises him - blue eyes flicker with it before it fades into something perhaps better defined as amusement as she speaks. " a jaded approach for a young lady of your standing, don't you think? " jaded, perhaps, but refreshing nonetheless. jake takes the flask back and sits quietly for a moment, swirling what remains of the contents around. " nor is it wise for you to be sitting out here with me. " he is no fool - he knows what the others say about him, that despite being an eligible bachelor with a comfortable fortune to boot, he is a rake through and through. even his apparent welcome on behalf of the bridgertons cannot save his reputation.

" you are right, though, " he offers, " it is transactional at best. those delusional enough to believe they'll all find a love match are simply fooling themselves. " he knows the routine of the ton, the way the social season will play itself out. some fine young lady will be the diamond, the men will make fools of themselves in pursuit of some lady or another, and inevitably someone will get their heart irreparably broken. he has no interest in playing any part in it. " so long as you don't run off telling your mama that you got it from me, you're welcome to the rest of the brandy. i imagine it will be harder for you than i to procure some more. "

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IM ALIVE i've been sucked into a formula 1 rabbit hole

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i am watching batman forever because of gab and now alfred is present in my noggin