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@heavnhill
ִ ࣪𖤐 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚗𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕 / an independent multi-muse. plot driven, original characters, lots of hockey, lots of heavy metal, and ghouls galore. penned and dearly beloved by dee ...
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𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 / @thanergie @reborns @bentknives @v4vile @hereticsinc @tarote @madmotel
𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚝 / @dig6, @kovi90, @sqrlbomb @d3adlight @revendonna
HALF OF THE DASH IS HOCKEYPOSTING THE OTHER IS HORNYPOSTING LMFAOOOO
LETS FUCKING GO CANESSSSSSSSS RAHHHHHHHH
# REVENDONNA, a private canon-divergent portrayal of euphoria's maddy perez. dearly beloved by dee / heavnhill.
#FUKSTAR, BY JACKKNIFE. EXPLORING THE PITFALLS OF FAME, THE HORRORS OF THE ROCK & ROLL LIFESTYLE THAT GETS PLASTERED ON THE COVER OF EVERY MAGAZINE, THE LOSS OF IDENTITY & SENSE OF SELF, AND WHAT THE REAL PRICE OF SUCCESS IS. THIS IS YOUR BACKSTAGE PASS.
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ouuuu u wanna plot w me sooooo baddddd
hi. i'm trying to reappear on the dash. like this for inbox memes. specify muses. ty. mwah.
@heavnhill [charlie] // starter call
"You lost?" Such words slipped out automatically, shared with a fellow stranger, when it appeared that help was needed. Only, in this case, for a change did it seem that, in fact, he was the one potentially in need of assistance. Especially given the fact that, in place of a man, he stood opposite an apparatus of metal and might, that required a tilting of head to properly take in the full length and breadth of such a sight
"It's not exactly a common occurrence to see somebody in a mech suit stomping around these parts." Doing his best to give the impression of being from the area, at least until he could gauge what sort of potential foe he was dealing with here, a flick of wrist sees the Society's leader flex and curl taloned digits. The kind of assets that, if pushed to do so, could tear the person piloting such machinery free from their chair, all with the ease of carving open a sealed can of food.
"Why are you here?"
THE MECH STAGGERS THROUGH BRUSH, leaving an echo of whirs and metal-against-metal … it should be built for impact, should, which is true, considering the operator is safe with a bit of a headache. systems, offline. comms, offline. he thinks about it. he’s completely lost, and has been absolutely fucked over. he lets out a sigh. fists hold their position, they push the mech forward, one hand taking a second to wipe a bead of sweat drizzling from under his helmet. an alarm goes off : “ alright, i got it, i got it. quite yer chirpin’, huh, girl? i know shit’s gone sideways. give me a chance to figure it out. ”
fuck. yeah. he is super lost.
the mini-mech spins, emoting just as charlie does : a surprised hand bats away, reaching for the plasma gun mounted to its back. he sees the claws come out, and he takes two paces back. but this … it’s fine. it’s totally fine. something pings on a radar, he looks up, it says it can’t properly scan dna-profiles, he just shakes his head. this is the last thing he wants to deal with.
“ look, bud, i’m just as surprised as you are! ” the voice comes through static, it’s as clear as the damaged speakers will allow. it’s that southern drawl, friendly and polite, punctuated with a laugh. when the loudspeakers click off, he begins to nervously chuckle. claws. claws. he imagines those things can peel that cockpit open, he pictures a single talon sawing through the shell like bugs bunny and a handsaw : a perfect circle, metal falling into his lap, then the claw flinging him out of his seat. buttons press, armor is up, the mech is ready to fight with whatever it has left in it. “ crashlanded. tryin’ to get back. and i’d really appreciate if we didn’t get into a tussle right now. ”
┃ ┃ [ ★ ] PETTIESTS ... roan's regina george.
STARTER : » for @heavnhill ( badger )
heart in his head , it pounds away , loops him down to pavement like a stray succumbing to a pole . nasal cavity in a pool of dread , definitely broke , practically splintered like wood . the damage made apparent , already beginning to draw purple to the center like a bullseye . he opts palliative measures in the means of a sweaty bottle . knows , at this point , the brakes are squeaking right about now . stop . drinking . but he only surrenders to signs when he lets one final drop of beer touch his tongue . measly and pathetic , it comes to his surprise , prompting him to fling useless spirits elsewhere . the distant sound of glass shattering echoes the reminder that he shouldn't feel so lonely because he's not alone . ❝ fuck ... ❞ he says to himself , sotto , as if he's surprised by this fact , almost shocked . at least he can admit this out loud now . ❝ maybe that was a bad idea . ❞
there’s no arguing, there’s no shouting there’s no need to. hands are up in total surrender. badger doesn’t pick fights, but he’ll end them if he must. IN TERMS OF BAD IDEAS : one of them may be sticking up for someone he doesn’t know … especially a blatant, belligerent drunk. he doesn’t know how it started. but that nose popped, and blood exploded like a fuckin’ water balloon hitting pavement. a splatter is on the collar of his jacket. he doesn’t mind. “ terrible fuckin’ idea, man. ” badger doesn’t need a name. not yet. neither does the one on the pavement. doorman stares down, he almost sneers. he keeps an eye on the two. badger can feel the eyes : cold, watching, waiting for the wrong move. one look over his shoulder, and he realizes, this is probably the last time he’ll ever be at this dive. he crouches, perching on the curb. “ you gotta know how to pick yer battles. ”
hi. i'm trying to reappear on the dash. like this for inbox memes. specify muses. ty. mwah.
a whispered curse, a hushed secret, only dead air and gaps in between. THE LACUNA. she is known as DEADLIGHT … an original character, drowning in a world of fame, glitter, and one-shot assassinations. doomed by dee’s evil narrative. ♡
pissing each other off as foreplay
i'm so teddyguns pilled rn @heavnhill
WHAT DOES YOUR LOVE TASTE LIKE?
COFFEE AND CIGARETTES / CHARLOTTE PAXTION
a love like yours is raw, bitter, deeply human. it’s the kind of love that lingers in your skin, in your clothes, in the spaces between words. yes, you’re un unforgettable lover. you stain. it’s a love that keeps you awake at night. maybe you didn’t even want to fall in love at first, am i right? you just wanted to have fun and now you’re stuck, you really can’t get them out of your head and you fought it for a while or maybe you’re still fighting it. yours is a love that’s flawed, human, and deeply felt. it’s not made for fairy tales, but for indie song artists and lovers who do not care about the happily-ever-after, only about the present. being loved by you leaves a bitter aftertaste, you know? it carries a certain ache. it’s full of long pauses, stained fingertips, and glances that say more than words. but are you sure your partner knows how to interpret them? it can be pretty confusing. it’s so hard to guess what you’re thinking or what you’re feeling that you might leave your partner often wondering: “do they really want to be with me?”. some days you’re considerate, sweet, it’s so fun to be with you. then you distance yourself and you get all caught up in your own thoughts and problems you hardly share the burden of. the hardest part is loving you back. child, why do you make it so difficult? why do you push people away? is there something that makes you feel like you’re not worthy of being loved? is it your anger? your love tastes like coffee and cigarettes for breakfast. that might not be enough to satiate your lover’s hunger.
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