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@lastsplashh
a very chill multimuse blog written by freddie, 28, she/they mutuals only!
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heyyyy long time no see.... what if i told u im this 🤏🏻 close to making a supergir/l blog... well.
@whistlingair let's see how long this lasts <3
heyyyy long time no see.... what if i told u im this 🤏🏻 close to making a supergir/l blog... well.
@whistlingair let's see how long this lasts <3
heyyyy long time no see.... what if i told u im this 🤏🏻 close to making a supergir/l blog... well.
sorry for going ghost i miss everyone!!! i pray a better routine finds me and i can come back and write more soon :')
she/they lesbian hana (pip/er curd/a fc) goes on a high school senior camping trip and gets attacked by a werewolf after stepping out in the woods alone to smoke a joint. girlfriend goes looking for her and is accidentally eaten by a turned hana. fbi gets involved (state lines crossed) and in her teenage vulnerability, girl tells eccentric agent the truth. no one believes either of them, so the case goes cold.
hana is now in her late twenties, a bit paranoid, racked with guilt, and lives like a hermit. pretty lonely. in irregular touch with the now ex-agent. they argue a lot, but are co-dependent in their secrets and can't detach. wants a cure, sort of... and feels really bad about the "sort of."
btw i am lurking and reading and seeing and enjoying. maybe one day when i am not insane with sickness or work i will write again with all of yousee
last two days i have been cursed with illness and rn i have work that i left until the last minute, but i beseech, plot with me on discord or ask for my discord or so on etc lets pre estab some relationships and all that
who would be more interesting to write with:
- bi/gby w/olf from t/wau
- brazilian ex-pat archeologist obsessed with cursed objects
bcs by god i will have a wag/ner mour/a fc i just need to pick a lane
"I - no. Nooooo. Thankyou, though."
His cheeks are red as he puts the tooth back in place. Like nothing ever happened.
"No point in things like gold until I retire anyway. What if it gets knocked out again."
"aren't they paying you well? so what if it gets knocked out, you just buy a new one, and another new one, and so on, etcetra."
she places her hand on his shoulder, preparing to dispense sage wisdom: "spend more money. you're an athlete, that's like half of the whole point."
and if i added mag/ik to this blog...
w/agner m/oura as bi/gby w/olf....
"Thank you."
Beck believes him - or takes him at face value, really - simply because that's who he is.
Beck frowns more profoundly.
"Where are you going, even?"
"i heard sirens and felt like following them. i guess i want to see what's going on." eugh, that feels pretty gross to hear himself say aloud. it's not easy to find dignity in rubbernecking next to a guy who actually fights crime.
then again...what is dignity? "where are you going? if you're gonna beat someone up, can i watch?"
@lastsplashh
With a shrug: "I'm not smart enough to change a thing... I have no answers, only questions."
"what kind of questions? not promising that i've got the answers, but i've been around this block a few times, so like- might as well give it the ol' college try."
@lastsplashh for agnes.
After being dealt its first hand, perfect poker face: “Go fish.”
players this incompetent are usually of the older and/or drunker variety, and it doesn't look wrinkly or smell like liquor. drugs, maybe?
"cute, that's cute, but i've already set up the table for poker, so we're playing poker- okay?" and then, slowly, "po-ker."
"Thankyou."
Tate grins widely - showing off those pearly whites she was complimenting(?) him on.
"I gotta correct you on a couple things, though. I'm not benched, I'm just better at fighting than the other guys. Also," He reaches in, removing a false tooth that, otherwise, he would not have anyone know was false at all.
her hand flies to her mouth in a gasp, but it's a very delighted shock.
"that rules, holy shit, you should totally get that cast in gold the second we stop talking."
and if i added mag/ik to this blog...
@lastsplashh // max asked: “do you ever think about what you'll say or why you're speaking?”
AS SOLAR FLARE, HE HAS PEOPLE WHO DO THAT FOR HIM NOW. And before that - this - no. He did not think about such matters.
"You were not listening to me."
"You were waiting so you could say something that is rude."
it's hard to argue with the correct assumption, so max just shrugs, and does no introspection as to why he wants to razz this guy so bad.
"i guess i was. sorry," said like someone who obviously isn't. "you wanna get me back so we're even? or, if you can't think of anything," dig, "i can go again."