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VAL OF OUTLAST II

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I AM MOVING VAL OVER TO A SIDEBLOG, IF ANYONE IS STILL INTERESTED IN HER !!!

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I AM MOVING VAL OVER TO A SIDEBLOG, IF ANYONE IS STILL INTERESTED IN HER !!!

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I AM MOVING VAL OVER TO A SIDEBLOG, IF ANYONE IS STILL INTERESTED IN HER !!!

[heretiical-arch]

I AM MOVING VAL OVER TO A SIDEBLOG, IF ANYONE IS STILL INTERESTED IN HER !!!

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(yes hello i made a harry potter multimuse if that’s something anyone is interested in. i’m in the process of getting my shit together here on tumblr im just currently hyperfixating which makes it hard to do literally anything.)

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imagine being loved by me (threat)

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POSSESSOR (2020) dir. Brandon Cronenberg 

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What Type of ‘I Love You’ Are you?

i love you and i wish you knew just how much

the pining, the aching, the wishing, and hoping; it's what you whisper to yourself under the cover of darkness as you fall asleep thinking of them. it's the text you've typed out and deleted before sending at least a dozen times. it's the countless pictures of them you have of them on your phone, the home screen image of their smile that you know will give you away the next time they jokingly swipe your phone. it sits restless and suffocating at the back of your throat. rip dude, i know how that is.

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𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝙸  𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻  𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁  𝙳𝙸𝙴 ,     𝙸  𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻  𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁  𝙳𝙸𝙴      (     𝘪  𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭  𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳  𝘥𝘪𝘦 ,    𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭  𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳  𝘥𝘪𝘦     ) .

an independent ,     selective ,     and very private   +   trigger heavy   coyle   of red barrels’   outlast trials .     as explored by cain .

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Your god is afraid because your god is no god at all. Your god is your               own ego, vulnerable and false. An embarrassment.

                                                      CARRD

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@ezerkenegdc​ asked:  “   this  is  wrong .   all  of  this  is  wrong .   ”

Worry was etched upon Val’s face as she watched Hannah paced back and forth, murmuring worries to herself. She couldn’t imagine the kind of stress she was under, as tensions between their utopia and the outsiders grew thick.  “You can talk to me,”  Val assured.  “Maybe I can help- I don’t know how but sometimes having another opinion can really put things into perspective.”  It was one of the reasons Val felt that Temple Gate crumbled the way it did; Sullivan refused to listen to anyone else, he was way too self-obsessed, way too absorbed in the idea of being the one and only profit.  “I hate seeing you like this...”

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facetedspades​:

     He didn’t move when she backed away, instead remaining where he’d been. It would do no good to chase someone so distraught. He might just lose her permanently in the forest- and a concentrated attempt to find her afterwards might just lead to her or others being hurt.

     You couldn’t build trust with violence. Instead, his gun was returned to its holster, feet planted as hands spread to either side to show he’d emptied them. De-escalation was a somewhat atrophied muscle, but it’d never left him completely.

     “You’re in control here, okay?” His voice was kind, careful. “I’m not going to take you out of here by force. But I want to go somewhere that can help you heal from whatever the signal tower’s done. Is there something you feel you still need to do? Or something about the outside world that scares you?” He didn’t even know if the tower’s influence was completely gone or if it would continue to affect them. All he really knew was that being in this area wouldn’t help- either because of the signal tower or the bodies strewn about.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about-”  Val sounded breathless as the stranger tried to explain the situation to her; That everything, absolutely everything, she had thought to be true were lies. The cause of her irrational dreams was not something pious but simply another manmade phenomena. Someone else playing God as Sullivan Knoth was. She looked back towards the village that not reeked of death and sick.  “Tell me this, tell me, I have to know- Papa use to take these little white pills, they were um...”  Val shook her head a bit, trying to estimate the size of them between two fingers.

But her memory was so hazy. It had been for a while now, as if something was crowding her brain and taking over. She had lost all sense of her true personality and something unholy had taken over; No, not unholy, tower signals? Val blinked a few times,  “Um... Penin-cillin, or something like that, I don’t know the name of it. He said they were study aids, he said they helped him speak to God. But I always suspected otherwise... Was he lying to us?”  Because Val had always had her suspicions. Knoth would claim to be unable to become ill, as he was the prophet, meanwhile droves of their village became so viciously sick that they were cast out.

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merlexxdixon​:

He knew she’d been through a lot, lost so much though he wasn’t the kind to pry knowing that traumas were not something to push someone into revealing until they themselves were ready. “That’s what comes from th’ dark places ya been,” he murmurs sighing softly, delighted by the contact because he was very tactile and as much as he kept people at arm’s length there was a preference for touch. “Onna these days it’ll be easier an’ the darkness won’t seem so dark.”  At the question, he smiles softly as he gazes at her as best he can. “Ain’t goin’ anywhere if I can help it. Sorry ta be th’ bearer of bad news but gainin’ me as a companion means it’s fer keeps, Sunflower. ‘M yers fer as long as ya want me here. The choice is and will always be yers, Val.” 

“Oh no, what ever will I do?”  Val said teasingly, dramatically, placing the backs of her fingers in a theatrical way for good measure. It ended in her just laughing at herself.  “That isn’t any kind of bad news to me. I’ve spent too much of my life being someone I’m not, being around people I don’t like, to do that again. You’re a good man, and it’s always going to be us against the world from now on.”  Val gave Merle one more good squeeze around the shoulders before she sat back, unable to keep herself from grazing her hands along his back as she did so.

Val settled besides him, stretching her long legs out, and adjusting her dress to properly cover them.  “Do you think things are ever going to get back to some semblance of civilized? Or do you think the dead are just going to slowly pick away at the living until there’s none left?”

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hallucineugenics​:

The silent Lord nodded in acknowledgement, a hand gliding down to trace the back of the other’s. Val’s hands were much like her own. Fine fingered and slender. A shame to see them so marred by an injury. 

Angie was fond of Val for the simple reason that she did not treat her like a kicked puppy. The tease sending the doll into more laughter. 

“Important?” Angie shrieked, far too close to the other’s ear for anyone’s comfort. “You interrupted our tea time. THE most important time of the day. MUDDY.”  

A ridiculous concept. Donna and Angie had so little to do during the day that this was a welcome respite from the creak of ancient foundations. 

Angie drew close, threateningly so, nose near enough to touch the woman’s own.

“Now you have to have tea with us. Make up for it.”

Val brought up a hand between her head and Angie, as if it might block out some of the screeching. (It didn’t.)  “Tea time? Well... I suppose I could move things around in my schedule for that.”  That same hand tapped a few times at her chin, as if she were actually considering whether or not she would stay; She had nothing else to do, actually, and even if she did, Val would be more than willing to put all stoppers down to spend time with Lord Beneviento. She always told herself she didn’t play favorites between the four for them but in her heart of hearts, the truth was there.  “You don’t have to try and intimidate me into joining you, I’m more than happy to join,”  Val assured.

She pulled her arm back from in front of Donna, inspecting the work that she had done. Gauze tautly wrapped around her wound to keep from infection; She had some diligent hands, didn’t she? Val’s mind wandered to the gutter for only a moment before she cleared her throat and brushed it away.  “Is there going to be little complimentary tea cakes too?”

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blesscdbliss​:

It was not overly difficult to catch Faith’s attention when one entered the Henbane, and even less so if flower crowns were involved. She watched the woman work, fingers delicately weaving additional flowers into the crown before they paused. 

Even if that means doing something terrible. 

She was right that children were important. They were the future, and they had so much potential, and they were innocent. When Faith worked through those scenarios in her head, of protecting their future, it did not require any brainstorming to know that Val was right. She’d do whatever it took to protect them. 

“Usually I’d leave the protecting to Jacob, that seems like it’s his thing.” 

Val stared her a moment without a word, thinking very carefully about what she wanted to say next; It wasn’t as if she didn’t trust Jacob, John or Joseph. Of course she did, she wouldn’t be here otherwise. But...  “I never rely completely on someone else to protect me, or those I care about. Let alone a man.”  She smiled, hoping the comment came off as more playful rather than misandric. Val took a second to tuck the short strands of blond back behind her ear before she shuffled closer to Faith in the field, bringing the crown of dandelions up to her head to test out the size of it; A few more good stems and it should be fine.

“Some things you just have to take care of yourself.”  Pluck; Val tugged another flower from the Earth and looped it into the chain carefully.  “... I’m speaking hypothetically, of course. You don’t have to worry about me, or me doing anything crazy.”