HYBRID

Multi-Muse Original Character Role-play blog. Mun is 21+.

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Indie. Original. Open.

Hazel Walker Orchestrated By Heath.

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All characters are (25)+

Tags: Horror, Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Crime

Pairings: Femme PresentingxAny

***CURRENT FANDOM PRIORITY***

- ⭐ ***HAIL MARY***

Not replacing current rp partners!

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**Name:** Heath

**Pronouns:** He/They

**Timezone:** EST (EDT)

**Availability:** Almost always. Do have work, so expect some delay. But I'm a quick response.

**Preferred Character Age:** 20-40

**Preferred Writer Age:** 20+

**Preferred Genres:** Drama, Horror, Supernatural, Action, Crime

**Preferred Character Gender Pairings:** Any

**Preferred Writer Gender:** Any

**Preferred Point of View:** 3rd , Past

**Average writing length**: Multi-Para, Novella, Mirror

**NSFW or SFW?** SFW

Hi!

My name's Heath. 25+. I have about 10+ years of RP experience. And have roleplayed on everything from chatrooms to wattpad to tumblr.

My main character is an OC Named Hazel Walker.

Characters I'd love to interact with are:

- Dwight Fairfield

- Jake Park

- Danny Johnson/Jed Olsen/Ghostface

- Owen Harper

- Jack Harkness

- Gale Dekarios

- Astarion

- Cheryl Mason (I'm aware not DBD particular. But I'm also happy to interact with her Silent Hill canon!)

- The Doctor (Doctor Who)

- Will Graham

- Hannibal Lecter

- Henry Creel

- Ryland Grace

- Rocky

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"𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒚; 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔."

-𝑱𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒑𝒉 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒓𝒂𝒅

Reality is a strange thing. Fragile. Every day the sciences find new evidence that shows our understanding of existence is narrow and limited. After all, there's a reason the saying ‘Fact is stranger than Fiction’ exists.

And it’s time to learn those strange truths.

Every little bit of myth and folklore has always had underpinnings of truth. But it runs so much deeper. Those things that go bump in the night have real form. The flickering shadows have eyes and ears. Demons, Angel, Vampires, and Lycanthropes may just exist right alongside you.

How you came to the recognition of it is up to question. Whether or not you were born into the strange. Or stumbled in and found yourself awed. Or. You heard those stories and took up arms in order to burn out all that you deem wicked.

Welcome.

"𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒘 𝒂 𝒚"

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Thanks for looking at HYBRID!

We're an LGBT+ Friendly Multifandom Horror Roleplay Community. 21+. And do our best to accommodate everyone!

High Literacy , Paragraph length in the main RP channels. Joke and short form channels with more lax rules.

OCs and Crossovers encouraged! Crossover via Audition.

Assignable Roles Including , Alerts, IC Activities, and Preferred Pronouns!!

Staff is active and happy to help you. We’re close friends, but we do our best to be approachable to our community. If you have questions, don’t hesitate to ask!

https://discord.gg/VYgVPs8axt

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"𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒚; 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔."

-𝑱𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒑𝒉 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒓𝒂𝒅

Reality is a strange thing. Fragile. Every day the sciences find new evidence that shows our understanding of existence is narrow and limited. After all, there's a reason the saying ‘Fact is stranger than Fiction’ exists.

And it’s time to learn those strange truths.

Every little bit of myth and folklore has always had underpinnings of truth. But it runs so much deeper. Those things that go bump in the night have real form. The flickering shadows have eyes and ears. Demons, Angel, Vampires, and Lycanthropes may just exist right alongside you.

How you came to the recognition of it is up to question. Whether or not you were born into the strange. Or stumbled in and found yourself awed. Or. You heard those stories and took up arms in order to burn out all that you deem wicked.

Welcome.

"𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒘 𝒂 𝒚"

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Thanks for looking at HYBRID!

We're an LGBT+ Friendly Multifandom Horror Roleplay Community. 21+. And do our best to accommodate everyone!

High Literacy , Paragraph length in the main RP channels. Joke and short form channels with more lax rules.

OCs and Crossovers encouraged! Crossover via Audition.

Assignable Roles Including , Alerts, IC Activities, and Preferred Pronouns!!

Staff is active and happy to help you. We’re close friends, but we do our best to be approachable to our community. If you have questions, don’t hesitate to ask!

https://discord.gg/VYgVPs8axt

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"𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒇 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒚; 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔."

-𝑱𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒑𝒉 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒓𝒂𝒅

Reality is a strange thing. Fragile. Every day the sciences find new evidence that shows our understanding of existence is narrow and limited. After all, there's a reason the saying ‘Fact is stranger than Fiction’ exists.

And it’s time to learn those strange truths.

Every little bit of myth and folklore has always had underpinnings of truth. But it runs so much deeper. Those things that go bump in the night have real form. The flickering shadows have eyes and ears. Demons, Angel, Vampires, and Lycanthropes may just exist right alongside you.

How you came to the recognition of it is up to question. Whether or not you were born into the strange. Or stumbled in and found yourself awed. Or. You heard those stories and took up arms in order to burn out all that you deem wicked.

Welcome.

"𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂 𝒘 𝒂 𝒚"

Thanks for looking at HYBRID!

We're an LGBT+ Friendly Multifandom Horror Roleplay Community. 21+. And do our best to accommodate everyone!

High Literacy , Paragraph length in the main RP channels. Joke and short form channels with more lax rules.

OCs and Crossovers encouraged! Crossover via Audition.

Assignable Roles Including , Alerts, IC Activities, and Preferred Pronouns!!

Staff is active and happy to help you. We’re close friends, but we do our best to be approachable to our community. If you have questions, don’t hesitate to ask!

Check out the HYBRID community on Discord - hang out with 16 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.

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ALEXANDRIA DATABASE UPDATE:

> DOCUMENT ID #HWAM1190078 > BRANCH: DELTA > [BELIEVED CONCLUDED] > [EXTANT]

DELTA ITERATION [CODENAME: The Mercenary] UPDATE:

Delta Iteration reclassified from Concluded to EXTANT. Possible Branch event. New documents no longer identify tracked HWAM Iteration as 'Scout' Class. New documents give class identifier outside of standard nine. [Scout, Soldier, Pyro, Demo, Heavy Weapons, Engineer, Medic, Sniper, Spy]

New Class identified as 'Field Tech'. Described as Tri-Class Combination, main focus is Support and Upkeep of Medics and Engineers while maintaining Scout Class Speed/Agility. Allowed by MANN CO. and it's subsidiary Reliable Excavation and Demolition [R.E.D] to maintain small Workshop for experiments in Weapons Tech and Medical Tech. Workshop and Tools not as Advanced or Well funded as Core Class Medics or Engineers.

> [INTERNAL NOTE: D.EJHA8090: [Honestly is anything about this company well funded?]] > [REPLY: MLFI4530: [The low funding is the least of their problems.]

DELTA Iteration 'FIELD TECH' Highlights concerns on ALPHA CORE HWAM, suggestions on keeping ALPHA CORE away from R&D wings. Suggestion to schedule regular Psych Evals.

> [INTERNAL NOTE: D.EJHA8090: [The woman dies on the regular. Psych Evals and Therapy should have been a top priority already.]]

[DOCUMENT]

[hybridagencies]

ALEXANDRIA DATABASE UPDATE:

> DOCUMENT ID #HWAM1190078

> BRANCH: DELTA

> [BELIEVED CONCLUDED]

> [EXTANT]

DELTA ITERATION [CODENAME: The Mercenary] UPDATE:

Delta Iteration reclassified from Concluded to EXTANT. Possible Branch event. New documents no longer identify tracked HWAM Iteration as 'Scout' Class. New documents give class identifier outside of standard nine. [Scout, Soldier, Pyro, Demo, Heavy Weapons, Engineer, Medic, Sniper, Spy]

New Class identified as 'Field Tech'. Described as Tri-Class Combination, main focus is Support and Upkeep of Medics and Engineers while maintaining Scout Class Speed/Agility. Allowed by MANN CO. and it's subsidiary Reliable Excavation and Demolition [R.E.D] to maintain small Workshop for experiments in Weapons Tech and Medical Tech. Workshop and Tools not as Advanced or Well funded as Core Class Medics or Engineers.

> [INTERNAL NOTE: D.EJHA8090: [Honestly is anything about this company well funded?]]

> [REPLY: MLFI4530: [The low funding is the least of their problems.]

DELTA Iteration 'FIELD TECH' Highlights concerns on ALPHA CORE HWAM, suggestions on keeping ALPHA CORE away from R&D wings. Suggestion to schedule regular Psych Evals.

> [INTERNAL NOTE: D.EJHA8090: [The woman dies on the regular. Psych Evals and Therapy should have been a top priority already.]]

[DOCUMENT]

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Which subtle way of saying "I love you" are you?

watching them from across the room

they don't see the way your eyes have softened as you look at them. you make sure they don't, at first, averting your gaze the moment it seems like they might turn your way and see the love in your eyes. but you might work up the courage after a while, and it feels like laying your soul bare for all to see as they finally meet the love in your eyes -- and, lo and behold, return it with a softness all their own. you're not much of a talker. you prefer to think, usually from a distance, and keep your thoughts to yourself. you're quiet about things in general; you've never been too comfortable taking up space. but you're great at admiring things: the beauty of your surroundings, the people you love. you can sit and watch and soak up the beauty of the world for a long time when given the chance. how much more beautiful would the world be, if everyone could look upon it with just as much love in their eyes?

Tagged: stolen off dash from @drtwat

Tagging: Whoever May

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Random Fun Fact about Hazel for the day: Within Dungeons and Dragons, her dump stat is always charisma. And this is despite being a Divine Soul Sorcerer on paper. However. This bitch has also somehow never rolled below a 15 on a charisma check. She consistently meets and succeeds charisma checks. This has been in using actual dice, auto rollers, and hidden rolls. Don't ask me why the dice gods have decide she's good at it with no modifiers.

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From Shadow of Death and Mouth of Madness.

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Dead by Daylight Cosmetics for one Mx. Hazel

Retail Woes Collection: Lot Star

Uncommon Set for Hazel Walker

Sunny Dayz: Glasses lenses darkened. Patterned bandana to keep sweat and hair out of face. Hair slicked back. Lacking scars. Bears more piercings + wired ear bud.

It sucked being quite so light sensitive when it came to the fact she loved lot duty.  Atleast prescription sunglasses helped. --------

High Viz: Graphic Video Game T-Shirt. Orange High Visibility Vest. Vest Bears an array of buttons, stickers, baubles, the like.

She wasn't crazy about orange of all colours. But atleast corporate didn't say a word when she decked the thing out in buttons. Big win for nerd fashion --------

Damn Dress-Code:

Black Jeans, Black Boots. Very little else.

No holes. No gems. No funky patterns. Only blue and black. So said the handbook. Damn if it wasn't bland though. -------------------------------------------------------------------------

Humble Beginnings Collection: Barista Basics

Uncommon Set for Hazel Walker

Service Smile:  Hair a tad longer than usual. Bearing more ear piercings.  Slightly different glasses. Lacking cheek scar.

A smile here and a flirt there kept customers coming back. Granted her coffee was damn killer too --------

Dress to Impress: Black button down unbuttoned to upper chest. Sleeves rolled back. Layered over with a black apron with reddish leather neck strap and detail. Tattoos lack some later color. Usual smart watch replaced with a normal black leather band watch. As well as a handful of jewelry.

All the world's a stage. So said Shakespeare. And she took it to heart. Performing shaker tricks and adding flourishes to otherwise mundane drinks.  It kept the customers entertained --------

Food Service Safe: Black boots and jeans. Boots are food service nonslip.

Despite the fact the treads were meant to keep her from sliding on wet tiles. She still managed to find aways to dance her way from one end of the Cafe bar to the other with glee. -------------------------------------------------------------------------

Stage Ready Collection: Imperfect Perfection

Uncommon Set for Hazel Walker

Kintsugi: Head Cosmetic. Hazel's scars have been dusted/painted over with gold makeup. Her glasses are missing. Hair tidied up. But not overly preened.

She wasn't sure if the make up would catch the stage lights well. But staring at the gold gilt injuries in the mirror made her feel like she belonged in a museum --------

Informal Formality: Torso Cosmetic. Black button down with a black vest layered over top. Over the vest is a set of gold bodice chains with tiny suns.  The back of the vest bears stylized wings. 

It had cost a pretty penny to buy the customized accessory. But it was worth it.  Under stage lights regal bordered divine. --------

The 2000s Called: Leg Cosmetic. Black skinny jeans. Upper thighs have been decorated with small crystals and charms. Knees are ripped. Black combat boots.

She remembered the group laughing as they all helped hand stitch charms to her jeans. Atleast until one of them dug out their old bedazzler. Falling into cackling as they remembered the passing trend. Still. By the end of it, there was something beautiful in the mishmash of glitter. -------------------------------------------------------------------------

Rebel with a Cause Collection: Gatecrasher

Uncommon Cosmetic Set for Hazel Walker

Gatecrasher: A leather jacket with  silver studding on the shoulders and waist. The stitching is done over in electric blue piping. Black tank and silver mesh shirt underneath.

This used to be your favourite stage  outfit. Striking just the right place between flashy and punk. All the studs were hand set by yourself --------

Kitchen Shear: A ragged cut and styled look leaning heavily into punk and emo stylings. Several piercings adorn the ears.

The first hair cut you ever really gave yourself. You used a set of half dull kitchen shears in the bathroom of your tiny college dorm --------

Thread Ripper Signature: Just kind of a pair of black skinny jeans with tearing and scuffing around the thighs and knees. Pair with a set of non-slip boots modified with a silver toe cap. 

Some of it was factory, some of it was your own shear clumsiness. Not that you'd really tell anyone else that. -------------------------------------------------------------------------

Press Release Collection: Blood Contract 

Very Rare Cosmetic Set for Hazel Walker

Poster Child: Head Cosmetic. Hazel's usually wild hair has been tidied up. Darkened Snap On Sun glasses sit over the front of her normal glasses. She lacks any of her usual piercings. 

Stress always happened to have a way of flaring out her powers. Most obvious in her eyes. They made do with sun glasses. Chalked it up to the blinding California sun. --------

Certain Appearances: Torso Cosmetic. Three piece black suit. Lapel bears silver HYBRID logo pin. White Dress shirt buttoned fully. Strikingly stiff looking. The watch usually seen on her wrist is yellow.

As much as she loved a suit now and then. The way they'd buttoned the stiff, starched white collar all the way to her chin felt suffocating.  Every time she moved to tug though, she could see her shoot a blackened glare. Grin and bear it for the crowd --------

Insolated-Isolated: Leg Cosmetic. Black Slacks. Polished dress shoes.

She didn't much like dress shoes. Too stiff and they allowed her ankles to roll. The way they'd insolated the insoles didn't help. Told her it was to help keep from leaving scorch marks where ever she stepped. But it left her half limping by the end of the day.

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Iteration. Iteration.

Fire. Fire.

Repeat. Repeat.

A vague since of loss, of awareness , the same that shrouds at the edges of fevered, nightmare sleep, are the only things that told her she'd been dragged. And dragged. And dragged. Half memories of people. Names. Every instance different. Millions of new permutations. The same game. But ever frighteningly novel.

Flickers. Voices. Shouting. Running. Helping.

Tie, glasses, button down. Not her. An oddest mirror. A leader.

Survival. Green canvas. Dark eyes. A man that carried himself with the same reclusive gait as a coyote.

Yellow. Laughter. Makeup. Hair dyes. Singing. Knives that fizzled and flashed with otherworld energy.

Pale Mask. Horror movies. Camera flash.

A shock of pain, a sense of death. Over and over and over. Claws shredding in. Leaving her to bleed in alleyway. Gasping awake, coughing, sputtering. Dressed like a doll. Uniform. Uniform. Uniform.

There's a song that fit here:

'You hear our words, but you forget

Push your fingers through the surface to the wet

We wait in the stains, we build you 'til nothing remains

In the name of the sound of the name

Egg cracks and the truth will emerge

A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy'

Half delirious. Barely awake again. Legs carrying her on an instinct towards flickering light in the dark distance. Knees buckling only when the warmth of fire washed into her bones.

The board's been reset. Time to run the gambit again.

@banana-dwight

[banana-dwight]

Dwight left the sunny beach after it feels like a year. He isn't really sure why he ever conciderd coming back to the fog in the first place but now he is here. Slendering through the foggy forest with a rolled up magazin in hand. It crosses his mind that he could try visit some people from the past years. But didn't desite yet as he continue to wander aimless through the forest. At one point he opens the magazin, leans on a tree and read a bit.

The air shifts after a while, the text seem to melt. The pictures get distorted and a very bad feeling rises in Dwight's chest. He never met it befor but his body tells him to escape this thing. He trows the magazin and start to run. Hearing a voice call for him 'Where do you think you're going!?' As arms with hands made of shadow like supstance and fog apear from every where. Shooting through the trees all trying to block the way. But he manages to dodge and find little openings to slip through. Running and running till he breaks through some bushes, stumbeling right in someones camp. He turns to see if he is still in danger, only to notice the threatening pressents is gone.

Dwight turns to a person sitting there. Akward silents.

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She's just barely arrived, there on her hands and knees, dizzy and faint in flickering orange of fire light. The sound of rapidly approaching footfall did not at first register. Mind too awash with her own half formed thoughts. The snap to sudden as viper strike. She were of a diminutive stature as she jerked to her feet. Wheeled about as if prepared to swing. Dressed in a pressed black suit of a mens cut, the kind seen in either government or high rise office. Her glasses a hair askew on her nose. Wild dark hair mat with mud and sweat. Eyes faintly alight with something almost ghostly. Her hands did not fall quickly. Nor did her features soften. A certain bristle to her as if intent to hold her ground. A brush with fear even for the steady set she fronted.

[hybridagencies]

I am full of juice and desperate to write

- Heath

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Iteration. Iteration.

Fire. Fire.

Repeat. Repeat.

A vague since of loss, of awareness , the same that shrouds at the edges of fevered, nightmare sleep, are the only things that told her she'd been dragged. And dragged. And dragged. Half memories of people. Names. Every instance different. Millions of new permutations. The same game. But ever frighteningly novel.

Flickers. Voices. Shouting. Running. Helping.

Tie, glasses, button down. Not her. An oddest mirror. A leader.

Survival. Green canvas. Dark eyes. A man that carried himself with the same reclusive gait as a coyote.

Yellow. Laughter. Makeup. Hair dyes. Singing. Knives that fizzled and flashed with otherworld energy.

Pale Mask. Horror movies. Camera flash.

A shock of pain, a sense of death. Over and over and over. Claws shredding in. Leaving her to bleed in alleyway. Gasping awake, coughing, sputtering. Dressed like a doll. Uniform. Uniform. Uniform.

There's a song that fit here:

'You hear our words, but you forget

Push your fingers through the surface to the wet

We wait in the stains, we build you 'til nothing remains

In the name of the sound of the name

Egg cracks and the truth will emerge

A copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy'

Half delirious. Barely awake again. Legs carrying her on an instinct towards flickering light in the dark distance. Knees buckling only when the warmth of fire washed into her bones.

The board's been reset. Time to run the gambit again.

@banana-dwight

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Heyo! Please like for a starter from one Mx. Hazel Walker.

[rpmemes-galore]

exhaustion … sentence starters

the exhausted

“I can’t sleep.”

“I can’t keep my eyes open.”

“Can you help me back to bed?”

“I’m okay. I’m not even that tired.”

“I don’t remember the last time I slept.”

“I can’t sleep, yet. There’s too much to do.” 

“I don’t want to sleep. I keep having nightmares.”

“I promise I’ll sleep in a bit, just let me finish this, first.”

“Can you help me lie down? I can’t move, I’m too tired.”

“I can’t even think straight anymore… maybe I need to sleep.”

“Of course I want to relax. But, we don’t all get what we want.”

“I’m so tired I can’t do anything, but I’m not tired enough to sleep…”

the concerned

“You keep yawning.”

“Go. Sleep. That’s not a request.”

“If you’re that tired, just take a nap.”

“You look like you haven’t slept in days.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were this tired?”

“Those are some bad bags under your eyes.”

“You don’t have to push so hard. It’s okay to rest.”

“You can barely keep your eyes open, go lie down.”

“I haven’t seen you sleeping in a long time, what’s up?”

“I just had to stop you from toppling over. You’re not okay.”

“With everything you’ve been through lately, of course you’re tired.”

“I heard you thrashing around last night. Nightmares? Is that why you’re so tired?”

“You know, you keep fretting over everyone else, but you won’t even take a second to relax, yourself.”

misc

(doze) : one muse falls asleep on the other’s shoulder

(tuck) : one muse finds the other passed out onto the bed, and tucks them in

(collapsed) : one muse finds the other passed out on the floor from exhaustion

(carry) : one muse finds the other after they’ve fallen asleep on a chair / couch, and carries them to bed 

(cover) : one muse finds the other asleep somewhere other than bed and covers them with a blanket / their jacket

(assist) : one muse finds the other so tired they’re having trouble standing and helps them walk somewhere to lie down

(comfort) : one muse has been having nightmares and unable to sleep, so asks the other to cuddle with them to help them drift off