quid pro quo ,

it's always the fool with me.

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i’ve moved! you can now find me at @occultives ---- all relationships, plots, etc. will be kept, however, all threads will be dropped. new year, new me (i say, six months into 2022). i hope to see you on the other side <3!! 

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i’ve moved! you can now find me at @occultives —- all relationships, plots, etc. will be kept, however, all threads will be dropped. new year, new me (i say, six months into 2022). i hope to see you on the other side <3!! 

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moving blogs under a new url. i’ll promote it once it’s done but in the meantime, like this and i’ll follow you from there <3

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moving blogs under a new url. i’ll promote it once it’s done but in the meantime, like this and i’ll follow you from there <3

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zack is the loml and it is w thanks to him that i now own a physical copy of the first nine copies of hellblazer and issues 76 and 77 of swamp thing

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hi?!

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sowithout​,    acton heath.

      his eyes open a little wider at constantine’s admission of experience .     neither modest nor overconfident .     he’s certainly blunt though ,    and while a twitch of a smile plays on his expression he can’t help but cast his eyes downward at the untouched tea on the table between them .      HIS GAZE JUST LINGERS THERE FOR A MOMENT .    unwanted guest is putting it lightly ,      and he’s rid himself of those before ,    but there’s something different about this one .      𝗜𝗧'𝗦 𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 .    always lingering in his presence ,    like it’s waiting for an opportunity .      & he worries that one day it might find one .     to do what ?    that’s another question entirely .

                  ❛   i’ve tried to get rid of it myself ,    but none of the techniques i know have worked .    ❜    his answer falls a little quietly from his lips as he turns his eyes upward again .     he has no shame in admitting that failure to the other man ,    he only worries there might be no solution .

uh oh,    spaghetti-o’s!    this wasn’t good.    well,    any situation involving some sort of fucked up parasocial relationship with a demon was far from good but,    you know,     it could be worse!    there’s still time for acton’s predicament to get a lot more nasty so as far as john’s concerned,    the other getting to this point without being subjected to a demonic possession & a murder case was as good as it was going to get     ----    fuck,    had he known sooner he would’ve bought over his special sheet of gold stars he keeps for occasions like this.     john predicts it’s not long now until the the medium succumbs completely.    luckily,    there’s something he could do.     in theory.

❝    & you need an extra pair of hands,    blah blah blah,     ❞     he begins,     ❝     i’ll help,     love,     but it comes with a price.    ❞

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soleiltm​,    hannah matthews.

❛ You ain’t neva’ seen Scream? Do you just mean the new one or do ya’ mean, like, all a’ the movies? We gotta’ watch ‘em if it’s all of 'em. I have neva’ loved anotha’ slasher the way I love Ghostface. They’re real fun movies, I promise. ❜

oh,    fucking hell.     ❝     there’s more than one?     didn’t it end with ghostface turnin’ out to be billy & that scooby doo fella?     ❞

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if you were a deity, what would you be the god of?

labyrinths and confusion:        a god for the lost souls.    you can often find makeshift altars for you deep in forests,    cave systems,    and other uncharted territories.    you guide those lost back onto the path.    the souls of those who disrespect you are lost forever,    trapped in a winding labyrinth,    never to leave or see sunlight again.

tagged by: i stole this, hehe tagging: @horrormaestro, @entheosis, @lastescaped, @antigoddex, @mystictricks, & you!

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soleiltm​,    hannah matthews.

❛ I feel like there ain’t any good movies out lately, y’know? They all kinda’ suck. The new Scream wasn’t bad but even so.. I wanted more outta’ it. ❜

❝    sequels always suck,     that’s just a fact,     & if someone tells you they don’t,     they’re lyin’     ----    ❞     he breathes,     ❝    can’t say i’ve got any judgement on scream,    though.     ain’t seen it.    ❞

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@nineprowls​​,    selina kyle.

  his  choice  of  words  leave  much  to  be  desired,  and  she  feels  out  of  her  element.  a  feeling,  she  hates,  despises.  eyes  narrow  harshly,  “ how  sweet  of  you,  looking  out  for  the  lady. ”  it’s  said  with  no  such  sweetness.  was  he  trying  to  play  her  for  it ?  make  it  seem  more  dangerous than  she  was  led  to  believe ?  these  occult  types  were  so  far  out  in  left  field  it  makes  her  unnerved.  maybe  she  should’ve  contacted  zatanna  first.  “  you  know  trouble  doesn’t  scare  me.  but,  what  kind  are  we  talking  about ?  nuisance  magic  shit  or  …  end  of  the  world,  hellscape ? ”

end of the world was too easy & hellscape was just another tuesday,    yet they were both answers he couldn’t rule out entirely.    he didn’t know the kind of power that the object held,    he only had a mere inkling of what it could do,     and that thought alone scared him more than he’d like to admit.     he wouldn’t mind leaving it with her,    y’know,    if we’re putting god honest truths on the table just like that.    while he might be a bastard,     john wasn’t that much of a bastard     ( well,    he is,    but    ------ )    and if he could save the cat burglar a whole lot of time & maybe her soul,     then it’s a job well done and a yearly good deed out of the way.     it also stops the justice league from riding his dick about ethics & morals,    but that’s not the point.     ❝     the kind you wouldn’t understand,    ❞    his tone is harsh,    matter of fact.    he regains control of himself,    of his feelings,    and he continues,     ❝     trust me when i say you’re better off leavin’ it with the professionals.    ❞

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profanemouth​,    jessica jones.

a   gulping   swallow   steadies   her   nerves      &      balances   the   beginning   of   birch   street   between   the   bridge   of   her   teeth.      it’s   little   more   than   a   breath   but   it’s   enough   to   cull   the   brooding   bruise   back   into   her   dark   stare.         her   jacket   rifles   across   her   shoulders   in   a   STEELING   SHAKE.         

she   reaches   for   the   cigarette,   filter   fiddling   at   the   corner   of   her   punching   pout.      the   crook   of   her   knuckle   beckons   a   light   for   it.      

“      —–      how   long   do   you   have?      ”         she’s   flippant,   the   raced   skitter   danced   to   her   fingertips   still   skittish   under   her   skin.         “      pissing   people   off’s   kind   of   my   DAY   JOB.      ”      the   sound   shimmies   forth   again   but   this   time   she   only   scowls   up   at   it.      “      i   can   deal   with   an   asshole   janitor,   but   if   this   thing’s   anything   meaner   than   CASPER,   i’m   kicking   you   under   the   bus      ;      got   it?      ”   

heeding to her call,     he lights the cigarette with his zippo,    smirking as she answers him without a beat.     he doesn’t blame her,    actually,    for thinking the way she does but the understanding doesn’t stop his shoulders from shaking as a small chuckle passes through parted lips.    to respond in kind with not if i throw you first would be asking for an ass beating and being so early on in their reluctant,     unprecedented collaboration,     it wasn’t time he could afford being subjected to it,     as much as he wouldn’t mind.     he flips down the cap of the lighter,    promptly returning it to his pocket.

❝     meaner than casper is kinda my ballpark,     love,     but if we happen to encounter bloody mary & her cronies,    i’ll be sure to ask if they can take a message,    ❞    john puffs on his smoke during his pause,     though it’s brief,     and when the sound comes again his gaze follows it    -----     it’s a scuttling this time around.     ❝     rock,    paper,    scissors to see who’s gonna pop their head out & say hi?    ❞

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I have one foot in hell

— Fiston Mwanza Mujila, “SOLITUDE 24,” The River in the Belly, tr. J. Bret Maney (via lifeinpoetry)

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lastescaped​,     jill valentine.

❛   you  sure  know  how  to  keep  a  girl  waiting.   ❜          splitting  up  had  been  the  smartest  decision  for  the  time  being  and  one  that  never  failed  to  put  her  on  edge,  especially  after  the  shit  she’s  seen  over  the  last  hour.  hand  reaches  to  hook  under  his  arm      —      an  old  habit  that  she  doesn’t  consider  is  maybe  too  familiar      —      and  ushers  him  toward  the  old  city  building.          ❛   we  have  to  cut  through  here.  the  other  way      —      it’s  blocked,  and  there’s  too  many  infected  for  just  us  to  hold  off.   ❜          a  pause,  brief,  as  she  takes  a  moment  to  glance  him  over,  before  catching  his  eye,  tone  even,  almost  conversational.          ❛   what  held  you  up?   ❜

❝    why?     ❞     although the air surrounding them was ridden with decay,     what would’ve been a    “ hello ”     is instead a toothy grin as he allows himself to be led,     his footsteps matching her pace.    he scrunches his nose at the smell of death that oozed from the infected & as far as reactions went,    that was that.    he turns his head to face jill properly,    as though,    in that moment,     it was the perfect time to try it on    ------    if you ignored the groans and cadaverine,    which was kind of hard to do but eh,     just imagine the bittersweet moment,    yeah?    ❝     miss me?     ❞

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vagasbonds​,    viktor hargreeves.

the laugh doesn’t deter viktor’s intense search for his basic medical aid kit . he KNOWS what that laugh’s supposed to mean, but it’s always a LIE . his family did it many times when laughing on home from a mission with their mother and viktor sat at the ready to treat them . it was all a masked rebuff to the idea that the umbrella academy could handle anything — no matter what happens . laughs weren’t joyous in their family ; they were signs that they wanted to HIDE a mistake . regardless , all of that leads up to one conclusion : constantine really fucked up somehow and is trying to play it off .

VIKTOR ISN’T GOING TO LET THIS GO SO EASILY . he returns quickly with a substantial medical aid kit and a metal bottle filled to the brim with water . the pitiful sight of his friend brings a pang to his chest and a pull at his memories ( JUST LIKE WHEN DIEGO — ) . he ignores it and moves forward to examine .

brows are pinched with worry , eyes stealing a glance at him . ❝ hey , don’t worry about it . i’ve been doing this for my siblings since I could talk . i keep this thing around just for klaus and diego running around doing … whatever they do . ❞

soothingly , he pats his friend’s arm and says , ❝ i know . i don’t know if it’s sticking yet , but you’re always welcome here . i’d rather you come by than go to some pub , only barely  considering going to the hospital . ❞

with that viktor starts to examine the injuries ; he’s no doctor , but he’s pretty sure there’s at least one or two broken ribs , a couple cuts , and at least a black eye .

when the other pats his arm,    another surge of pain shoots through him,    a confirmation of a bruise developing where viktor’s fingers lay,     but he doesn’t wince.    the comfort is nice.     it’s different.     it almost comes as a promise that maybe everything will be okay this time around but john doesn’t hold onto that hope for too long,    his own cynicism getting the better of him.    he deserved this,    after all.     it was his stupid fault for getting involved with something much more powerful than him.     besides,     it’s nothing he can’t shake off.    if anything,    in his opinion,    viktor was the one overreacting.    people can live with a couple of broken ribs and bruises if they tried hard enough.    the body will heal itself,    yada yada yada.

with what scant strength he manages to muster as he’s being examined by the hargreeves’ hands feeling up places that would otherwise have him donning a cheeky smirk and a wink,    john’s own fingers shoot up to loosen the poorly done knot of his tie.    after a few seconds,     though,     he just pulls the whole thing off to get it out of the way in order to narrowly escape the harrowing feeling of his clothing suffocating him    -----     which a good beating & shattered bones do to a person.     it’s during this time that viktor’s comments about his brothers go in one ear and out the other.     if you asked him to repeat it,     john couldn’t fucking tell you a damn thing other than the briefly mentioned pub that’s got him thinking he should’ve passed by there first.    at least he’d be funnier to deal with if he was hammered & a lot less pitiful.

he shifts in his seat.    it hurts.     he isn’t sure what to do with himself.     what do normal people do when they’re being seen to?    stay quiet?     talk about their family life?    their dreams?    what they’ve been up to?    he didn’t want to do any of that and yet he also didn’t particularly enjoy stewing in an uncomfortable silence either.    ❝    heh,     ❞     he begins,    slowly,     softly,     ❝    you’re cute when you’re worried.     y’know that?    ❞

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mystictricks​,    zatanna zatara.

❝  at  least  i  know  the  sense  hasn’t  been  knocked  out  of  you…  yet.  backwardsing  would  just  make  this  what-if  scenario  too  easy,  now,  wouldn’t  it  ?  ❞

❝    pardon my askin’,     & i don’t mean to doubt your strength,    but ain’t makin’ it easier kinda the whole point?    ❞