tomboyish redhead.

Your hair is winter fire January embers My heart burns there, too. indie & selective Beverly Marsh

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i’ve been predicting death longer than you. the things i’ve seen and felt… they don’t always happen.

[mister-self-destructive]

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Hey so. here’s a follow forever to celebrate *looks at smudged writing on hand, sighs* OVER 200 FOLLOWERS! And having this muse FOR OVER A YEAR! Credit to my love, my tumblr wife DC, who is the first blog listed, for the beautiful icon she made just for this! SHe did this MONTHS ago and I finally got to finishing it.

So, I’ve never done one of these before, so i’m just gonna…

People I roleplay with a lot, talk to a lot, and just love in general:

@tiitaniumxwill and her MANY MANY BLOGS, @wvterwitch/@commcnd, @hardcoreproved, @llamanorthwest, @sparklesandstarsandstuff, @iamdiffercnt and @revxnant/@indiscriminatebandofmisfits even if some of you haven’t been super active lately. I love you guys and I LOVE roleplaying with you folks so i hope there’s more years to come.

People I’d like to roleplay with more and get to know better:

@bolotiesandjournals @rebelpuff @thewiddlestwampire @januaryembcrs @highercvlling (hun i love you and ur blog so much) @rcbbiev @mystcriiious @somepointsomewhere @nxtwhatheseems @pinetopparents @rose-red-dreams @theghostkid @littlebadger @notyourvalentino @rethink-everything @flannelandchill @bruiiser @nerdicst @useless-stereotype @solverofmysteries and @somniaxperdita

And thank you to the rest of my followers, I couldn’t have hit this milestone without you guys!

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HOTCH.

               he   had   a   tendency   to   notice   the   little   things,   which   is   why   he   noticed   the   way   that   she   flinched   as   he   raised   his   voice   and   that   was   enough   to   send   a   tidal   wave   of   GUILT   to   course   through   him.   bringing   him   an   unsettling,   nauseous   feeling   deep   in   the   pit   of   his   stomach.   wiping   his   mouth   with   the   back   of   his   hand   before   biting   down   on   his   lesser   lip,   he   didn’t   think   it   was   possible,   but   he   began   to   feel   even   guiltier   as   he   saw   the   tears   start   streaming   down   her   cheeks.   though,   he   was   relieved   as   she   spoke.   with   a   small   sigh,   he   shakes   his   head   at   her   apology.      “   you   don’t   have   to   apologize   to   me.   not   now,   not   ever.   ”      he   assured   her   as   he   placed   a   large   hand   on   her   shoulder   and   pulled   her   small   frame   into   his   embrace.   wrapping   both   of   his   arms   around   her   momentarily,   he   planted   a   soft,   gentle   kiss   to   her   head.   that   was,   before   he   pulled   away   once   he   realized   what   he’d   just   done.      “   uh   so.   my   house   ?   you’ll   be   staying   with   me,   won’t   you   ?   ”  

           beverly’s lips curled into a soft smile, despite the tears that continued to gently stream down her ivory cheeks. ❝ you have a good heart, hotch. ❞ the redhead was surprised at the sudden embrace, but welcomed it, nevertheless. for a brief moment, beverly felt truly safe in hotch’s arms. ivory cheeks burned a bright red at the feeling of his lips pressing against her forehead. the young woman could feel her heart slamming against her rib cage, despite their closeness coming to a sudden end. she tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear as she cleared her throat, ❝ yeah, i’ll be staying with you. --- thank you, the last place i want to be is home right now. ❞ green hues glanced up at hotch, beverly reaching up and planting a soft kiss on his cheek. a shy smile appeared on her features as she pulled away, the redhead now wiping away tears on the sleeve of her shirt.  ❝ i think i’m done crying too--- you know, my friends used to tell me i was an ugly crier. then i’d proceed to hit them. ❞

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 𝐒𝐂. // 𝐁𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘

S H E ’ S  running .  &&   although   she   used   to   go   to   the   gym   quite   a   bit… she   hasn’t   since   she   got   back   from   the   hell  on   Blackwood ,   &&   her   lungs   burn … her   legs   want   to   give   in . She   stumbles   but   keeps   running … Into   the   path   of   another   woman . Em   classifies   her   as   a  mess    of   red   hair   &&   long   legs . It   takes   the   rest    of   her  brain   a   while   to   catch   up .  Her   hands   come  up ,   gripping   onto the   stranger’s   arms ,  eyes   wide …. heart   pounding . 

“ You’ve   got   to    help   me !!   Please ,  It’s   after   me … How   did  it …. “

It   feels   as   though   she’s   screaming , but   in   reality   all that   comes   out   is   a    laboured   whisper . Her   fingers   tighten   into the   material   of   her   shirt , the   street   spins … P L E A S E   H E L P .

                                                                              [ @januaryembcrs ]

beverly’s eyes widened when the stranger had suddenly grabbed onto her. the redhead winced slightly at how hard the woman was gripping onto her arm, but beverly wouldn’t hold that against her due to how panicked she currently was. 

         ❝ of course i’ll help you... but what’s after you?? ❞

the redhead placed her arm around the scared woman’s shoulder in hopes of keeping her upright as green hues glanced down in the direction of the street where the woman had appeared from, beverly swallowing hard as she prepared herself for whomever or whatever would appear...

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IAIN.

                     Silently assimilating the usual shock that came with the intense transference, he could hear her speak. His gaze peeling away from her & focusing nowhere in particular, simply trying to act natural. No reaction, nothing. But he could see the dark cloud above her– like a menacing shadow from her past. The dread, the fear once felt. The new stress, in addition. Like a distant echo, her voice brought him back to the present moment. Hoping she hadn’t notice his absentminded lapse. A pressed smile, sympathetic. ( What the HELL was that? ) “Designer, huh?” he asked, his voice sounding foreign to him. Melancholy sipping through at the following words. “An artist.” a nod, his fingers flicking the residue from his cigarette onto the floor. “If there’s something I learned about creative blocks is that you can’t break them if there’s something more you have to deal with. The other takes priority, doesn’t it?”

         beverly didn’t seem to notice the man’s absentminded lapse as thin fingers flicked cigarette residue, green hues continuing to stare at Iain. she found herself slipping away into her own thoughts yet again. the redhead was studying the man’s features--- strong jawline, plump lips, big green eyes similar to hers. a small smile threatened the corners of her lips as the realization sunk in that she found Iain very attractive. pressing the cigarette between her lips, she shook her head lightly--- now wasn’t the time to try being flirty with a stranger who could be a serial killer for all she knew. ❝ yeah, i guess you’re right. the thing is though, i’m not entirely sure how i’m supposed to deal with what’s going on...❞ with a sigh, the woman began running her fingers through her hair,  ❝ you know, you seem awfully knowledgeable about the subject. are you an artist too??  ❞

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CORALINE.

                     oh, believe her, beverly. it is a compliment. politeness in kind, coraline reciprocates her  smile. she knows full well that all this’ll be an adjustment for her — the simple truth is that she’s not interested in adjusting. but hey!! this chick’s the first person to get her name right so far. little wins, huh??

“ unless you’re a nerd for plants, you’ve prob’ly never heard of ‘em. they’re botanists. i mean, all they talk about nowadays is editing, and deadlines, and blah-blah-blah… ” this is punctuated with a nondescript gesture, and a roll of the eyes. “ books, i can get into. when i’m not being bored to death by the nitty-gritty of ‘em. ”

slowly but surely, coraline can feel the clouds of her sour mood part. she wasn’t expecting anyone to be nice to her right away… maybe not ever. how much of the doom and gloom was all in her head?? so, as she does, “y’know… you don’t have to sit with me, or anything. ” she risks it. “ if you’ve got other friends, or whatever. ”

        ❝ botanists, huh?? i can’t say that i’m a plant nerd myself. --- that doesn’t sound very fun, i’m sorry. hopefully they’ll spend a lot of time with you once they’re finished with their book. ❞ beverly said wishfully, completely unaware of the reality of coraline’s life.  ❝ what kind of books do you read then? i usually only read what’s assigned in class. ❞

ginger eyebrows furrowed together at the sudden gloomy shift in the conversation,  ❝ what do you mean?? i’m sitting here because i want to. --- besides, if i had friends, i would’ve been sitting by them already. the reality is, most people don’t like me because i’m poor. ❞ the redhead’s gaze fell to the table below, a small sigh escaping from her lips.  ❝ i guess i was hoping you’d be the exception to that...  ❞

[vintage-cinema]

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CORALINE.

                       it’s the very first compliment that coraline’s received all day  — is it obvious?? she’s beaming. coraline pushes a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “ thanks… i mean, i already got chewed out for it this morning, but i’m not exactly leaping for the peroxide. it’s coraline, by the way. ” she extends a hand across the table; places utmost stress on that all-important first syllable. “ coraline jones. my folks are writing a book?? so they bounce around a lot. something about removing distractions, or whatever. ” including coraline, ha-haaaa!! 

( but that’s something she’ll keep to herself. )

one thing she can ascertain: beverly is strange. not the same kind of strange as coraline, maybe, but she’s a mile and a minute away from the smalltown shtick everyone else in derry has going on. it’s comforting, in a way. “ sounds like you make the best of it… have you always been in derry?? you just seem so… ” un-maine.

         the smile on beverly’s face only grew wider at her response, the redhead genuinely excited at the possibility of them becoming close friends. this girl seemed different... and while beverly wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing just yet, she was definitely interested in finding out. ❝ that sounds awful--- i’m sorry that happened. and it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, coraline. ❞ politely returning the gesture, the young teenager reached out and shook coraline’s hand.  

 ❝ writing a book, huh?? have your parents written anything i may have heard about?? ❞ the redhead nodded a few times at her question,  ❝ yeah, i’ve lived here my entire life. --- you make it sound like it’s a bad thing. it just takes some adjusting to, is all. i’m sure you’ll find something redeemable about this place. it has a great library if books are your thing. ❞ laughter escaped from her lips,  ❝ i seem so un-maine?? that’s got to be the best compliment i’ve ever received. ❞

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IAIN.

                    Try a long DECADE… — he thought but did not utter. “Iain.” he said simply, hand reaching for hers politely, though secretly apprehensive. Already dreading the immediate knowledge he’d receive upon the touch, if she were to return the gesture. “— suppose you can say that.” he then echoed, “Long week.” With time, normal interactions seemed so distant. Nearly like a dream. Like someone else’s memory. Much like photographs from your childhood. There’s evidence events took place, but you can’t recall them. They could have happened to someone else. This is what Iain’s life was like now. There had been an Iain who’d lived, once. Elsewhere. An Iain who had a family, had gone to school, created art. Once. Somewhere else, not here. Certainly not here.

        ❝ pleasure to meet you, lain, ❞ beverly said in return, politely returning the gesture by reaching her hand out and taking his. giving his hand a few shakes, she then withdrew hers back down to her side. ❝ i can understand that. not to prattle, but i’m going through a bit of a creative drought when it comes to designing clothes and... well, it isn’t pleasant. especially when you have deadlines to meet... ❞ with a sigh, beverly inhaled more nicotine, exhaling smoke softly. green hues glanced over at a window nearby, the woman feeling herself drifting away into her own thoughts momentarily--- before a terrifying image from the nightmare the night before flashed right before her eyes, startling the redhead back to reality and causing her eyes to tear away and focus back on the seemingly troubled man seated right next to her.

[rattleandhiss]

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SOME PHOTOGRAPHER.

Color him stunned – but he really shouldn’t be. Perhaps it had been too long since he was a kid; he smoked his first cigarette at thirteen. Granted, he didn’t smoke another one for two years after he coughed up his left lung behind the middle school, but still. “ I, uh – yeah, I’m a photographer. Never been to Maine before, thought I oughta snag the opportunity. ” Adam still eyed her warily, the cigarette smoke tempting his vices, though wholly unnerving coming from a child. It would make for a great picture, if the thought of taking it didn’t make him feel like a total creep. “ So, is it somethin’ in the water around here, or does Derry just like to get its kids started on cancer as soon as possible? ”

Beverly took a cigarette from the carton, placing it between her lips. Lifting the lighter, she lit the cigarette with a dull flame. Inhaling the nicotine and exhaling smoke, the redhead listened to what the stranger had to say. ❝ I see--- you might want to be careful here. While this place looks friendly from the outside, there’s a killer on the loose. --- Mostly targets children. Might start targeting adults too, you never know. ❞ 

The young teenager fell silent for a few moments, her lips pursing together as she pondered telling the stranger more about the situation in Derry. Shrugging her shoulders, she silently decided against it. ❝ Funny. You’re a real charmer, you know that?? --- And I can’t speak for all the kids my age, but I know I did. Helps relieve stress, you know?? ❞

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THE NEW KID.

                     a killer?? coraline’s brows shoot up, before knitting together and settling low over her eyes. “ that’s crazy… all i got told was, ‘don’t go out after seven, or else!!’ that’s way more interesting than anything that ever happened in my old neighborhood. ” she shrugs, picking at her nails; sure, they were a stone’s throw away from the skeezy stuff, but it wasn’t as if her parents let her wander the streets, or anything. 

“ what d’you do for fun, then?? well — not a lot, by the looks of these suckers. ” she issues a cursory glance around the cafeteria: hum-drum kids in hazy spirits, girls who’ve probably never felt the sunshine… is it any wonder that coraline opted for the one other girl in her class who might have something interesting to say??

         ❝ you must’ve lived in one boring neighborhood if you consider a killer interesting, ❞ beverly teased, a chuckle escaping from her lips. the redhead poked at the food on her tray, her appetite wavering thin because of the subject. ( people she knew at the school had gone missing, after all. )  ❝ guess it all depends on your idea of fun. personally, i enjoy riding my bike around town and seeing new movies at the aladdin. ❞ ( she also enjoys smoking, but she wasn’t going to admit to that just yet. )

❝ nice hair, by the way. --- you might get teased for it by the others, but i think it’s rad. nobody in this town really understands or appreciates uniqueness. ❞ a small smile threatened the corners of her lips,  ❝ i’m beverly. --- beverly marsh. it’s nice to meet you. though if you don’t mind me asking, what brings you and your family to derry, maine??  ❞

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alright folks--- i’m gonna go see a movie with my family. drafts will be done once i’m back!! i’m praying ‘it’ will be one of the trailers.

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 ???

          out & about once again and fully equipped with mommy and daddy dearests’ credit card, the eldest triplets’ gaze was fixated upon a   d e e p   red summer dress as soon as it had come within view. the article of clothing was examined for faults ( stains, rips, tears, etc. ) and then taken off the rack. unfortunately —— lady had opted out of this particular outing so asking her opinion wasn’t an option. but that was alright since she’d walked right up to the nearest person with a smile. ❛ excuse me! hi! ❜ manners were important! ❛ what do you think of this? too bright? ❜

         @januaryembcrs / liked for a starter!

         although beverly didn’t need any new clothes, the redhead still found herself browsing through the store, nevertheless. nothing seemed to be piquing her interest as the young woman continued rummaging through the clothing racks. ( bev could easily design and create her own clothes that’d look so much better than what she saw on the hangers. ) suddenly, a bubbly voice pulled beverly from her thoughts, green hues now focusing on the young woman who was currently holding a red summer dress. ❝hello--- ❞ a small smile threatened the corners of her lips at both her optimism and the fact that her opinion was important to the stranger,  ❝ i think it’s a lovely dress. --- and the brightness would be a great contrast against your skin tone. ❞