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# HDSTRNG ,    canon-based  and  heavily  headcanon-influenced   TAYLOR   from  supermassive  games’  the  dark  pictures :  little  hope.    mutuals  only,    fairly  selective,    crossover  friendly,    loved  by  isa  since  november  2020.    she / her,    eighteen,    cst.    discord  and  ims  are  available  to  mutuals!

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[jedinightsister]

Ada in APB 1.01 — Hard Reset

[the-world-ends-daily]

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unerrant.

                     “     nice to see you too ?     ”    statement sounds more like a question than a sincere greeting yet clarice displays no malice.      it’s not that she isn’t happy,   it’s that she’s surprised—to say the least—to find taylor back so soon and without calling her or anyone beforehand.     the older woman was so distracted by her cooking that she didn’t hear the individual welcome herself in.

“     i also live here  …   ?     ”     lived here,   past tense.     another statement that unintentionally sounds like a question.     however,   recently,   clarice has moved back into their parents’ place and has been living here for the past few months.     she didn’t plan on telling taylor until her intended break   ;   however,   she is here now and that plan isn’t going to change unless pressed so she’ll let taylor make what she will of the response,   letting it draw out before asking :     “     are you okay ?     i thought your break wasn’t until a few weeks from now,   did something happen ?     ”

she shakes her head,   dropping the fork in her hand back onto the plate,   and walks back into the kitchen.     “     if i knew you’d be here,   i would’ve made you something.     what do you want ?     ”

her brain can’t seem to decide whether she’s actually relieved to see clarice,    or frantic,     [   it’s just the surprise that’s getting to her;   she’s fine.   ]     but for now,    taylor can play it off.          “        shit,    since when?        ”          not last she heard    —    unless she’s been that out of it...    the thought of that alone almost makes her dizzy.      yeah,    she’s had a rough time,    but she can’t have possibly have lost her grip so soon.

“        what,    i can’t stop by to see my family once in a while?      it’s nothing.      i just...    i dunno,    i got homesick.        ”          SOME EXCUSE,    nags the voice in her head.      if clarice is here,    she’d probably already heard from mom and dad about little hope    —    but not really.      there was a much less stressful story fed back to everyone that taylor would much rather let die    —    the real story,  too;      HELL,  TAKE THE WHOLE DAMN TOWN WITH IT!      if no one asks,    it’s not something she plans to mention.

she doesn’t quite follow into the kitchen,    craning her neck a bit to watch the woman’s trail.      unfortunately,    no appetite calls.          “        it’s fine,    i had some starbucks on the ride here.        ”          honestly,    she can’t help but want to be alone.          “        i might crash for the day,    though.      that drive’s a killer.        ”

[hel7l7]

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          she  wasn’t  planning  on  coming  back  until  the  next  break,    still  weeks  away,    but  taylor  couldn’t  stay  locked  away  in  her  dorm  much  longer.      as  much  as  she  swore  by  the  benefit  of  distance,    she  suddenly  couldn’t  take  the  EMPTY  ROUTINE  of  each  day,    class  to  dorm  to  dining  hall  if  she  had  the  will,    talking  to  no  one  except  the  select  few  who  she  knew  understood.

          when  she  arrived  home,    the  place  seemed  empty,    so  she  took  the  time  to  throw  the  load  of  laundry  she’d  hauled  back  with  her  into  the  washer,    basking  in  the  silence  while  it  lasted,    before  she  lost  the  comfort,    but  there’s  an  unexpected  face  already  waiting  for  her  in  the  dining  room.

          ❝      hey,      ❞        taylor  says  incredulously  at  the  sight  of  her  sister.      her  head  shakes  in  the  lasting  disbelief  —  clarice  was  a  busy  woman,    after  all.        ❝      you  —  i  didn’t  know  you  were  stopping  by.      ❞

(  ღ.  )      a  starter  for  @znrza​​​​    —    for  clarice.

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(  ✱.  )      @znrza​​    —    rachel :      if  you  were  hurt,  i’d  leave  you  behind.

          taylor  doesn’t  know  how  she  keeps  getting  away,    seemingly  by  a  hair  each  time.      andrew’s  already  saved  her  ass  once.      shit,    she  worries  as  she  nears  the  rest  of  the  group,    how  long  ‘til  her  luck  runs  STRAIGHT  OUT ?      a  hand  grips  her  side  for  only  a  moment,    feeling  a  cramp  after  the  lengths  on  the  night  she’s  spent  outright  sprinting.

          ❝      gee,    thanks,    rachel.      ❞        hands  on  her  knees  when  she  lands  on  the  other  side  of  the  fence,    those  things  must  be  far  behind  them  by  now,    but  fuck  physics   —   they  always  seem  to  CATCH  UP.        ❝      want  me  to  return  the  favor ?      ❞

[markantonys]

imagine your otp

bonus:

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hdstrng​:

maybe  i’m  overthinking  it  but  wondering  abt  why  anthony  imagined  taylor  and  tabitha  with  brown  eyes  while  tanya  had  blue / green  eyes  might  be  making  me  a  little  emo

#was it on purpose?? to separate them more???#was it . not?#he couldn't have /Forgotten/ could he??#COULD HE???

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(  ✱.  )      @fate-accursed​​​    —    abraham :    perhaps  the  worst  is  yet  to  come.

          the  night  had  perhaps  been  the  longest  of  her  life,    and  the  news  that  broke  come  morning,    delivered  by  her  brother  as  she  couldn’t  stand  the  thought  of  bearing  witness  to  her  neighbor’s  fate,    had  left  no  shortage  of  pure  disbelief  in  tabitha’s  chest.      but  even  she  cannot  deny  the  dread  that  lingers  in  their  town,    in  the  very  air.      though  mary  now  sleeps  soundly  in  her  bed,    tabitha  seems  exceptionally  restless.

          whether  reverend  carver  was  correct  in  his  thinking    —    that  little  hope  could  have  been  infiltrated  by  some  evil,    she  cannot  convince  herself  that  HIS  WILL  has  guaranteed  its  expulsion.      perhaps  the  chance  of  that  terrifies  her  more.        ❝      it  cannot  be.      surely . . .      ❞

          but  if  abraham,    of  all  people,    is  at  a  loss  for  words,    then  how  much  hope  can  there  possibly  be ?      no,    she  backtracks,    that  is  no  way  to  think    —    so  dim  and  fatal.      though  she  fears  whether  there  may  be  truth  to  the  thought,    for  why  else  would  it  have  shaken  her ?      so  often  it  is  he  who  offers  his  solace  to  bring  her  back  to  shore,    but  tabitha  cannot  bear  to  imagine  the  tide  rising  any  higher,    ALREADY  UP  TO  HER  NECK.

          ❝      what  has  become  of  amy . . .    she  was  as  god-fearing  a  woman  as  i  have  ever  known.      or  —  so  i  thought,    i  suppose . . .      ❞        the  woman  frowns,        ❝      but,    to  say,    if  she  was  accused  of  such  an  horrible  thing,    perhaps  there  must  have  been  some  truth  to  it.      i  can’t  imagine  where  else  such  a  notion  could  have  come  from.        ❞

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anyway

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headcanon  tag  drop  bc  i  just  think  they’re  neat

[bakwaaas]

with all due respect (none),

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FATE-ACCURSED.

Andrew’s concerned expression falls into a wince at her harsh words, and then shuts down completely a second later as he looks away from his friend. Honestly, he’s not all that surprised Taylor brushed him off; after all, they both have a bad habit of doing that. Shutting people out, avoiding the tough stuff. He just hadn’t expected her dismissal to be so cutting.

Other people say shit like that all the time — and although it still stings, Andrew’s starting to get used to it by now. The mocking and the whispers, both based in rumors of what he told the police that night, don’t mean as much coming from a stranger; hearing it from Taylor, however, is something else entirely because she was there. She knows what followed them through Little Hope that night, knows how terrifying and confusing it all was, and still is. Even more than that, she’s his friend, so he actually cares about what she thinks of him.

Despite his hurt feelings, however, Andrew doesn’t move to get up from the bench they’re sitting on. If anything, her biting comment just proves him right to be concerned; obviously, Taylor’s upset about something. Whether it be the case of a general bad day or something more specific, he can’t be sure— but he isn’t going to leave her alone to deal with it. 

So they sit in awkward silence for a moment or two while Andrew tries to come up with a way to move past it. 

She beats him to the punch, thankfully, or they might’ve been waiting around forever; Andrew’s never been very good at social stuff, having spent most of his life home-schooled and sheltered. Detached. He’s getting a little better at it now that he actually has friends, though, and at the very least, he’s making an effort.

“I mean, I could definitely go for some caffeine right now. Pretty sure I just flunked that exam,” he mutters. He shakes his head forlornly, and tries his best to shrug off the hurt that still lingers— but he finds himself cautiously tacking on a disclaimer anyway, even though it sort of ruins the whole normalcy vibe he’s going for. He just hopes it doesn’t scare her off. “It’s fine if you don’t want to, y’know… hang out, though. It was just a suggestion.”

          the  silence  is  nearly  killing  her.      fuck,    now  she  really  should  go,    shouldn’t  she ?      bury  her  head  in  her  blanket  until  she  can  FORGET  the  day  even  happened,    let  andrew  forget  about  her,    too.      teeth  prick  the  inside  of  her  lip,    hopefully  concealing  the  anxious  lump  that  festers  in  her  throat.      her  tongue  has  always  been    too  quick  for  her  own  good,    (  god  knows  everyone’s  told  her,  )    but  times  like  this,    she  thinks  she  can  feel  it  rotting  inside  of  her.      right  about  now,    she  wishes  it  would.  

          it  doesn’t  help  much  to  hear  him  brush  it  off,    but  she  supposes  it’s  better  than  what  she  might  not  want  to  hear.        ❝      yeah,    tell  me  about  it.      ❞        her  answer  is  much  more  solemn.      now  that  she  thinks  about  it,    she  barely  even  remembers  the  last  hour.      at  this  point,    her  grade  must  be  LEFT  UP  TO  FATE,    or  at  least  a  generous  curve.

          taylor  tries  to  catch  a  glimpse  of  her  friend  out  of  her  peripheral.      hopefully  she  hasn’t  totally  screwed  things  up  for  them,    but  the  offer  to  take  a  rain  check  sounds  an  alarm  in  her  ribs,    and  she  answers  maybe  a  little  too  quickly.

          ❝      no,    i  do.      it’s  just  —      ❞        but  she  doesn’t  know  what  to  say.      something  about  the  look  on  his  face  tells  her  she’ll  never  convince  him  that  nothing  is  wrong    —    BECAUSE  HE  KNOWS.      probably  better  than  anyone  else,    and  all  she  can  do  is  look  at  him  and  hope  he  catches  on.      taylor  shakes  her  head  somewhat  defeatedly,    looking  back  to  her  phone’s  blank  screen.      ❝      sorry.      i’ve  just  been . . .    shit.      ❞        some  way  with  words,    something  mocks.

          it’s  just  as  shitty  an  apology  as  an  explanation  and  it  takes  an  effort  not  to  let  her  face  fall  straight  into  her  hands.      as  long  as  she’s  not  alone,    she  supposes.      not  yet,    anyway.

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someone write clarice rn

[florenzies-deactivated20260225]

i’m one of the lucky ones. because you survived? …aye, that too.

[elysianisms]

caitlin stasey being an adorable sleeping beauty