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[jupiterfree]

syd prev. jupiter3 / @jupiterfree-a they/she

do not follow first!*

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rules and roster below / meme tag

rules

private blog, i have to follow you first. please respect this. i'm shy.

i appreciate softblocking when unfollowing!

sporadic activity to be expected (and encouraged.)

kind of dead dove don't eat in the sense that i don't tag anything but my character's names. violence, drug use, addiction, and stupid men run afoul. i will write suggestive material but i will request a fade to black before writing anything too explicit!

i am currently dealing with a newly developed chronic illness and must prioritize short threads due to persistent brain fog.

roster is constantly in flux. every time i write a character i'll add it to the list.

scroll to the bottom for icon credits.

original characters

max burton (he/him) / late 30s / oscar isaac / supernatural archivist (non-human & anomaly relations division) a member of a secret society (GOOP*: the Global Order of Observation and Preservation) who assists creatures who are trying to integrate into human life. savior complex haver. notoriously good guy. est. 2014 *in open marriage w/ gwen

gwen garner (she/her) / mid 30s / summer bishil / performer/magic act a human-phoenix hybrid that, a few years ago, learned she could cheat death. performs a daredevil magic show in vegas to hide her powers in plain sight. once meek, now incredibly confident since she’s unlocked seemingly infinite second chances. est. 2014 *in open marriage w/ max

isobel morgan (she/her) / late 20s / patti harrison / 'undercover' GOOP secretary a rude, irreverent princess from manchester. also a girl failure who is kind of awful at her job. stationed at a bodega. helps creatures of all sorts get appointments with GOOP staff from the comfort of her register, but 70% of the time just sells cigarettes to normal people. est. 2023 *works directly under max

houston morin (she/they) / early 20s / olivia scott welch / waitress, ex-con artist/ghostbuster young woman who was raised to believe she could commune with ghosts. used to scam people by ‘exorcising’ their homes. trying hard now to make an honest living and cope with her past. est. 2016 *dallas' adoptive daughter, lives with emily

angela nichols (she/her) / late 20s / odessa young / popstar lesbian superstar and frontwoman of world-famous alt-pop group ARTEMIS, plays alongside her twin brother and younger brother. cold and calculating, but brilliant. leaves it all out on the stage. est. 2013

george nichols (he/him) / mid 20s / fred hechinger / drummer part of world-famous alt-pop group ARTEMIS alongside his siblings angela and flynn. swept up in celebrity, george doesn't always make the best decisions. he's the baby of the nichols family and boy, does he show it. est. 2013

kitsey nolan (she/they) / late 20s / sarah pidgeon/sometimes tuesday weld / actress, writer, director, real life final girl child actress turned massacre survivor. beloved by few, known by many. makes horror movies despite living through a real one. released her directorial debut last fall, titled this tornado loves you. working on a follow-up. est. 2021

emily nott (she/her) / mid 30s / hari nef / waitress a mutant attempting to kick her urge for violence. harnesses electrical light in her palms, causing intense heat that burns her if used too long. hands are always wrapped like a boxer’s. compassionate, affable, and ruthless - the exact kind of girl you want in your corner. est. 2012 *lives with houston

kermit sheridan (he/they) / ageless (appears early 30s) / christopher abbot / farmer a selkie who first came to land during the first world war, where he was taken in by a grieving mother who offered him her son’s identity in exchange for company. sent back to the sea years later after he’d fully adapted to human life. has made his way back to the same spot only to find everything different. resides with his ‘sister’ rin and lives as a recluse except for the farmer’s market he attends once a week est. 2023 *shipping is selective

imogen sutton (she/they) / late 20s / taylor russell / florist a florist with a mutation that allows her to communicate with and control plants. categorically a sweetheart, gentle and good natured, imogen just wants the best for the world - even if she's still figuring out how she fits into it. est. 2014

dallas wright (he/him) / mid 40s / jake johnson / con man houston's adoptive father. gambler and swindler. notorious fuck-up. used to run scams 'cleansing' haunted houses with his kid. his real name is daniel and he's actually from fort worth. est. 2019

rin zucker (they/she) / ageless (appears mid 20s) / go min si / man eater a siren who washed up on land ten years ago. eats evil men to survive. can't quite figure out if they'd rather be human, a monster, or something in between. can’t speak to humans without hypnotizing or harming them. communicates in sign language as a loophole. living with kermit, who she considers her brother. est. 2014 *shipping is selective

canon characters

! = testing * = secondary/low muse

*adrian chase aka vigilante peacemaker freddie stroma notes on portrayal

! tashi duncan challengers zendaya

boris pavlikovsky the goldfinch (book canon) dominic sessa

*christopher smith / peacemaker peacemaker john cena

! harper stern industry myha'la

*patrick zweig challengers josh o'connor

private

do not start anything for these characters without permission, thank you!

bdrian peacemaker freddie stroma (adrian's interdimensional double)

enjolras les mis nicholas galitzine (oc-ified and wormholed thru time/exclusive to @vitalphenomena @midcenturies @eviji)

y. m. murray (he/him) early 40s matt johnson (for now) est. 2023

flynn nichols (he/they) late 20s / late 30s charlie plummer/johnny flynn est. 2013 (VERY low activity, mostly haunting the narrative)

rebecca noura (she/her) late 20s marisa abela est. 2026

icon credits

most icons by me (aka rodens) / various from jessecuster max (buckybear, licorice, seethesoldiers, vertigo, ordinariumsresources) / kermit (caffe) / adrian season one (makes) / lois (vertigo) / peacemaker (theseareicons)

[vitalphenomena]

"Men talk," Max explains, not unkindly. If that's something Rebecca doesn't already know, it'd be good for her to figure it out now.

"It doesn't make him a bad person. Or me a bad person." (It's all the other stuff that makes them bad people.)

He doesn't like speaking to somebody who won't look him in the eye. He glances lazily around his laboratory, searching for a distraction or an excuse more engaging than l16.

"Come here. Let me show you something." As an afterthought: "l16 is going to be fine. l16 is going to live forever."

[jupiterfree]

l16 is going to be fine. l16 is going to live forever.

she believes him, like she always does.

it takes a second to turn away, rebecca having to collect herself after feeling so vulnerable.

"okay. show me."

[smokefools]

He thought he recognized her, from somewhere in the swirling black-out, squints at her like he can't quite see her, faint memory on the tip of his tongue, he'd been calling them gucci smokes.

He's got a few options, and he really thinks them over, thick huff of smoke out his chest, "alright," give it up, you're tired, you're beat, "ya got me," hands thrown up in surrender, quietly hopes she didn't notice the twenty bucks he'd swiped off her.

"I smoked 'em," shrugs, ashes the blunt, "what ya' gonna do?"

[jupiterfree]

the twenty doesn't bother her. there's more where that came from. her entire pack of vogues, however.

she treads further down the stoop steps, arms crossed tight over her chest.

"anyone ever tell you it's really fucking rude to steal from a lady? to steal from anyone, really."

[bruisedpenny]

“that ain’t a real question, asshole.”

[jupiterfree]

"I'm being fucking polite."

"forgive me for not being, like, all curious george right now."

[jupiterfree]

@bruisedpenny sent: i don’t know you, but i’ve known a lot of people like you.

she thinks she's pretty unique. doesn't every star?

"what the fuck does that mean?"

[jupiterfree]

@id1eyouth sent: i’ve always preferred people who speak their minds, even if what’s on their minds isn’t always appropriate. at least you always know where you stand with them.

"you got it backwards, cath. common misdirect."

"half those people will play you like a fiddle. that trust? it opens something up. I'd know."

[jupiterfree]

@bruisedpenny sent: are you okay? you look a bit green.

he waves her off, "girlie, you would not believe day I have had."

[jupiterfree]

@bruisedpenny sent: god knows i’ve caused enough ruckuses in my life.

he hates this front of house bullshit.

"so, right, so, uh - "

"you'll stop waving that steak knife now?"

[jupiterfree]

@bruisedpenny sent: i didn’t need to see you. i’d know that voice anywhere.

so much for staying under the radar. "how's um,"

"how's holy matrimony."

[bruisedpenny]

"oh my god, must we do this!" he loves this shit.

"my assistant's idea. apparently all these well-to-do millennials buy the times in print again. including you."

[jupiterfree]

"I'm an archivist. I love print media."

"it's a good look, cyp."

[vitalphenomena]

WERE GOD TO ANSWER, THEY'D PERHAPS BLANDLY INFORM KITSEY THAT THERE ARE EQUALY CHANCES THAT BUSY'S DOOMSCROLLING WITH HER PANTS BUNCHED AT HER ANKLES WITH NO INTENTION OF STOPPING ANY TIME SOON OR THAT BUSY'S UNCONSCIOUS WITH A BROKEN NOSE, SLUMPED AGAINST THE INSIDE WALL OF THE TOILET STALL.

Aria rolls her eyes gracelessly. She jerks head to the side, which has a devastating impact on the contents of a mezze platter that were in her hair—now, said contents splatter through the air.

"Is everything about looks with you? That's so sad, fuck. Can you even listen to me?"

Does she need to lean closer? She will.

[jupiterfree]

she does not flinch. as much as she wants to flinch, she does not. she is calm, collected, and brave in the face of... whatever the fuck this is.

she is listening. that's the problem.

"your breath stinks."

[bruisedpenny]

"then i'm gonna tie you to the radiator and make you watch me build a bangalore torpedo outta a didgeridoo i confiscated from the subway."

[jupiterfree]

"sounds like paradise."

"you gonna strip me down first?"

[saltwaters]

trying not to smile, just as much as she's trying not to be annoyed. "i hate it when you're nice to me." no, she doesn't. evidently, knocking her head against his shoulder like a cat.

"that defeats my whole plan then. my intent was to make you feel miserable."

[jupiterfree]

he knows she doesn't. he's fond of her catlike gestures, a hand raises to gently pet her like one.

"come on,"

"we both know that's a pretty shitty plan, allie."

[bruisedpenny]

gritted mumbling, "yeah, not by choice."

[jupiterfree]

great. yeah. houshie's making an awesome impression here.

"and... I mean... does it really suck that bad?"

[bruisedpenny]

"what, i can't have family stuff now? what do you know?"

[jupiterfree]

she's tired of this.

"ros. buy new eggs."

[notmorbid]

if you want to make god laugh, pt. 2.

dialogue prompts from if you want to make god laugh: a novel by bianca marais.

i will make you proud. just wait and see.

i heard you were back. i didn’t believe it.

you weren’t the only one who had a shitty childhood, you know.

i could’ve protected you if you’d have just let me, but no.

i’m sick of leaving. can’t you understand that?

this is my home, and i’m staying.

i’m just as sick of running away from things as you are.

it sounds like you’re having a very rough time. are you okay?

hope is a trail of breadcrumbs.

i tried to call you, but you’d already left.

i’m no one’s girlfriend.

feeling nothing is what i crave more than anything.

oh, you’re still alive. how wonderful.

don’t you dare threaten me.

don’t take this the wrong way, but you can fuck right off.

how will i know when i’m ready?

a bit of company might do you a world of good.

please just tell me what it is, or else i’ll only imagine something worse.

are you okay? you look a bit green.

i don’t think i can do this. it’s too much. it’s not what i signed up for.

god knows i’ve caused enough ruckuses in my life.

this is about as real as shit will ever get.

i don’t know you, but i’ve known a lot of people like you.

you’re not used to being helpless, to not being the master of your own destiny.

you’re a pain in my ass and not exactly a party to be around, but i hate seeing you this miserable.

we don’t have to like each other, but can we please just try to get along a bit better?

i didn’t know you could cook.

i’ve always preferred people who speak their minds, even if what’s on their minds isn’t always appropriate. at least you always know where you stand with them.

go ahead. ask whatever you want.

if money can’t buy happiness, it sure can buy peace of mind.

it’s going to be fine. you’ll see.

it’s dangerous, believing something can complete you.

why love someone who’s guaranteed to break your heart?

that’s the thing about love. it doesn’t need a point.

i didn’t need to see you. i’d know that voice anywhere.

you needed me and i let you down. 

you seem a million miles away again. are you alright?

what can i say to make you stay?

you’ve never looked at me that way.

have you ever loved me?

it’s alright. you’re safe. you’re fine.

i won’t let anything hurt you.

look at you, making jokes like a normal person.

jokes aside, you really need to get out more.

[bruisedpenny]

about the only thing she can do right now, ain't it?

pash tries not to think too hard about her skin nitching back together but with it comes the perversity to have a look. there are reasons abound for this, but chief among them that she finds it neat how she never stays split open for too long. she watches when dallas scrubs in for her, puncturing optimism through her own quiet, self-sore weeping. look at that, baby. everything comin back together.

luckily, she's hanging at such an angle that she can't get a good view - this is for her benefit and murray's as well.

she can tell him something. she hasn't got the wherewithal to judge whether he'll care for it, but that isn't the primary concern.

"couple years back, i was drivin through the sonoran desert. i was at a very lonely spot. all fucked up and aeons, aeons outta my own way." pash's nose has started to stream, confused with her sweat, and she sniffles. "aaaeeugh, i... was just burnin miles of white lines. capri wheel felt too loose under my hands and i felt like i couldn't get'er gripped right. next thing i know, dead hot air's pullin her from under me. i skid left, i'm across tarmac, crowdsurfin an audience of saguaro.

terrible feelin," pash's mouth is sticky and her voice thick. her worldly balance takes a downward turn, her eyelids flicker closed. the bathroom is tense with murray bracing to pick up another stitch. "terrific, too. speedin through needles right into rock face, because the atmosphere got funny, didn't want me seeing somethin i wasn't supposed to see. ironic, bein that that's all i'm good at. i woke up half in, half out the car. all totaled, smoked out. blood in my eyes and workin on makin the red sand redder. it had got dark by then, and i was spillin out all over the place. puddles of me, right. all alonesome."

breathing is getting to be more of an effort. she doesn't know how to tell murray this other than to plow along. "i looked around at all what was supposed to be inside of me, as indifferently illuminated by starlight as anything else under the sky. refracting light i hadn't known i still had up until that point, and nobody else was around to see it. that i knew for sure. it woulda scared the piss outta me if i had any to spare - "

pash groans before she can bite it back, tensing against the thread murray runs through her flesh.

[jupiterfree]

every new sentence sends his stomach churning. the peril of pash's everyday life is unfamiliar to him. he wants to do her the kindness of keeping her alive.

"do you remember when I told you," needle threading, hands steady as they can be, though his voice trembles, "you walked out of a pulp novel?"

--

when she's stitched, he cleans them both up with ratty washcloths and half carries her to the couch, laying her out over an old blanket. he makes sure her head is propped up before going off to the kitchen to get them both glasses of water.

"let me, uh," he sets them down in front of her. "I've got stuff for the pain. do you - " he looks down at his blood stained t-shirt, frowns. "shit, do you take ibuprofen? I think I might have a, a joint in my dresser, or something."

eyes meet hers, small and searching. "you - you're okay, though, right?"