AND THE THUNDER ROLLS

independent && highly selective nonfandom oc, penned by theo.

[lazarusrides]

SCARED OF LIVIN', SCARED TO DEATH

#LAZARUSRIDES ─── a study of expectations, faith, && the wretched love of disasters. a rodeo performer who chases storms of the mind && heart to taunt death; to whisper to the reaper, you don't get me yet. try harder.

independent && nonfandom original character as penned by theo (24). minors dni. mutuals only.

carrd. | memes. | starters. affiliated with @lambfallen

CAN'T BREATHE && I CATCH MY BREATH

[troyfallen]

OOC. wassup, it's ya boi, it's me, back again. so, update !! for one: hiatus is over. now, that being said, this is gonna be low activity for a bit. i'm studying for my state's teaching exam, and also dealing with, y'know, holiday season. that being said, i'm slowly inching back into writing achilles and getting over my own brain going "nahhhhhh thats such a dumb idea tho fr." living, laughing, lamenting.

but okay, for real now, some serious updates on me as a mun.

he/it pronouns. yeah that's right im kickin' it and by it i mean gender.

tally is the mun name. pen name change mostly cause theo feels a lil too masc for me.

this is my main blog, which means im gonna be active on the other ones too, but uh. yeah muse is a fickle thing and achilles wins out over everybody else more often than not.

anyways, yeah. back, but slow activity. i appreciate the folks who've stuck around, and look forward to gettin' back to writing the angriest man to ever live.

[sajaboytellem-a-deactivated2025]

He   ignores   the   human.   Not   because   the   man   is   wrong,   and   certainly   not   because   he’s   right   —   but   because   of   that   smug   air,   that   condescending   lilt   in   his   voice.   By   the   gods,   did   he   think   he   was   the   only   soul   alive   who   had   ever   tended   to   a   horse?   Who   had   ever   loved   or   cared   for   animals?   No   doubt   he   did.   Ji   will   do   it   his   own   way.   He’s   afforded   that   sort   of   thing.   There’s   very   little   this   creature   could   do   to   him   that   would   amount   to   more   than   a   bruise,   if   that.   So   he   ignores   the   human   outright.

When   the   stallion   rears   back   at   the   first   hint   of   his   hand,   Ji   doesn’t   flinch.   He   stands   right   there,   palm   still   outstretched,   the   offer   unchanging.   If   the   horse   wished   to   draw   near   to   sniff   at   him,   or   to   snort   its   disapproval   in   his   face,   it   was   welcome.   If   it   wished   to   drive   both   front   hooves   into   his   chest,   well   —   he’d   only   give   enough   to   keep   from   hurting   the   animal   itself.

❛   You’re   very   handsome.   Very   smart,   too.   ❜    The   words   are   warm,   meant   for   the   stallion   alone,   a   soft   chuckle   spilling   after   them   at   the   keen,   assessing   look   he’s   given   in   return.   What   a   creature   —   a   beast   worthy   of   awe,   deserving   nothing   less.   His   golden   gaze   lifts   briefly   to   meet   the   stallion’s   eyes   before   slipping   back   down   to   the   earth   between   them.

❛   I’ve   never   sung   to   a   horse   before,   ❜   he   muses,   voice   dipping   as   though   confiding   a   secret.   ❛   You   seem   like   the   type   who’d   prefer   the   softer   melody   of   a   harp   .   .   .   or   maybe   a   fiddle.   I   could   play   for   you.   ❜   The   smile   that   curls   across   his   mouth   is   almost   boyish,   silly   in   its   sincerity,   as   if   the   very   idea   of   performing   for   the   animal   delights   him.

[lazarusrides]

THE  GREAT  MALICE,  his  newest  steed  and  thus  the  least  used  to  general  contact,  snorts.  this  is  a  warning  sign  finn  has  made  himself  all  too  keen  on  picking  up  in  the  past;  one  snort  is  a  warning,  twice  is  a  threat,  three  times  is  only  ever  followed  before  the  horse  introduces  its  hooves  to  someone’s  chest.  how  fortunate  it  is  that  he  has  not  had  to  go  to  the  hospital  because  of  the  horse  yet:  malice  has  not  struck  him,  an  odd  fondness  &&   mutual  respect  between  the  two  fostered  by  finn’s  own  tepid  enthusiasm. all  of  that  being  said,  finn  runs  his  hand  along  the  horse’s  back.  malice  steadies  itself  just  enough  so  that,  when  the  other  speaks,  it  doesn’t  seem  entirely  dismissive  of  the  idea  of  being  sung  to.   there’s  a  pang  of  something  in  his  chest.  finn’s  gaze  skirts  upwards  to  the  sky,  cloudless,  then  darts  back  down  to  the  potential  bard.  not  a  warning  of  misfortune,  then  -  at  least,  not  for  the  weather.  finn  gives  two  pats  to  the  stallion’s  back  && ,  to  the  best  of  his  ability,  ignores  the  warnings  of  his  bettered  self.  ever  prying,  of  course  he  makes  an  effort  to  hear  the  other’s  murmurs.  ❛  he  prefers  fiddles  or  guitars,  ❜  finn  states  with  certainty.    ❛  harps  piss  ‘em  off  somethin’  terrible.  ❜ 

[smxkeyjxe]

"Maybe, but," she exhales through her nose and shrugs, "Can't a girl hand 'em back unfiltered talk?" she smiles, chuckling a little as she looks over at the man. She gives Finn a little nod.

Maybe he was right, but then again, she always took compliments like that, genuine or not, with a grain of salt.

"Nice to meet ya, Finn. I'm Stevie," she tells him with a soft smile, "I don't think I've seen you aroun' 'ere before. Y'here for the horse show that's going on down the road or jus' passin through?" she asks, taking a sip of her drink before setting it back down on the table top.

[lazarusrides]

THERE’S  A  CHUCKLE  and  a  nod,  a  hint  of  red  on  his  cheeks.  unfiltered  talk  from  ladies  has  a  way  of  cutting  deep  -  at  least,  in  his  personal  experience.  hell  has  no  fury  like  a  woman  scorned,  after  all.    ❛  pleasure’s  mine,  ms.  stevie,  ❜  there’s  a  little  nod  there,  the  tip  of  a  phantom  hat.  polite  as  ever,  this  one.  the  mention  of  the  horse  show  brings  more  than  a  hint  of  excitement  to  his  eyes,  and  his  nod  is  more  prominent  -  so  too  is  his  smile.  ❛  here  for  the  show,  yep.  ain’t  had  the  chance  to  see  one  down  ‘ere  before,  figured  -  while  i’m  in  the  area  -  it’d  be  a  good  shot.  can  probably  learn  somethin’  from  it.  ❜  he  rolls  his  shoulders,  an  idle  motion;    ❛  more  of  a  rodeo  sorta  fella  myself.  ❜

[02nique02]

There'll always be an empty spot waiting for you

[xuntamed]

"Uh ... "

Shaw paused, letting amber eyes slowly and deliberately trail up towards the gray sky, before looking back towards the other. Ah ... if only he knew how truly protected he was from 'storms and lightning and all that' --

" ... Yeah. Thanks for the heads up, dude." He tries to smother the amused smirk on his lips, but he doesn't quite hold in the snort. " -- You good?"

[lazarusrides]

YOU  KNOW,  IT’S  NOT an  official  duty  he  carried  out.  no  grandiose  force  had  reached  down  from  the  heavens  &&  shaken  him  by  the  shoulders,  nor  had  the  voice  of  the  Lord  given  him  all  the  rights  in  the  world  to  warn  others  of  storms  (even  if  either  had  -  what  good  would  warnings  be  to  those  who  didn’t  always  listen  ??).  yet,  still,  he  had  a  habit  to  uphold:  a  storm  was  coming,  so  he  offered  a  warning- and,  in  an  unsurprising  turn  of  events,  was  asked  if  he  was  good.   sometimes,  honestly,  finn  forgot  how  insane  he  looked  ninety-five  percent  of  the  time.  chasing  storms,  riding  rampaging  bulls,  occasionally  speaking  of  death  as  if  it  was  an  old  friend  (it  was)...  yeah,  maybe  he  did  occasionally  look  or  sound  a  little  unhinged.  maybe  more  than  a  little. he  cleared  his  throat,  immediately  flashed  a  smile,  &&  rubbed  the  back  of  his  neck.  right.  totally  a  normal  guy.  one-hundred-percent.   ❛  oh  yeah,  nah,  i’m  good  !!  just  saw  some  story  a  while  ‘go  about  some  fella  gettin’  absolutely  toasted  by  a  bolt  an’,  y’know,  don’t  exactly  wanna  see  it  first  hand.  though,  guess  it  would  give  both  of  us  a  reason  t’  buy  a  lottery  ticket  after,  huh  ??  ❜                  

[sajaboytellem-a-deactivated2025]

The   man   thought   he   was   being   cute,   lying   about   the   animals   hating   eye   contact ( lying   about   his   pink   hair,   too ).   But   .   .   .    he   wasn’t   wrong   about   the   eye   contact.   Ji   hadn’t   touched   a   horse   in   a   long   while,   and   he   knew   well   enough   it   likely   wouldn’t   go   smoothly   because   he   is   what   he   is.

Eyes   lowered,   he   inched   forward,   offering   only   his   hand   and   nothing   more.   The   human   didn’t   matter;   what   mattered   was   not   spooking   the   horse.

[lazarusrides]

A  DEEP  BREATH  was  taken,  more  so  in  preparation  for  what  was  to  come  than  in  any  form  of  exasperation.  this  was  the  situation  the  world  had  given  him  time  &&  time  again:  even  when  he  gave  a  fair  warning,  the  arrogant  were  prone  to  doing  exactly  what  they  wanted.  he  was  his  mother’s  child,  too,  which  hardly  ever  helped;  sometimes,  people  needed  to  learn  a  lesson  or  two  the  hard  way.  it  wasn’t  like  malice  was  going  to  kill  the  man,  after  all. no,  the  stallion  instead  snorted,  bucked  its  head  up  &&  away  from  the  pink-haired  strangers  hand,  &&  side-eyed  the  stranger  as  if  he  had  said  some  kind  of  insult  only  malice  could  hear.  the  animal  stomped  one  hoof  against  the  ground  in  stern  warning. ❛    that’s  the  cue  to  back  off  there,    ❜  there  was  a  warning  tone  in  finn’s  voice.  he  wasn’t  going  to  pull  the  stranger  back,  of  course.  lessons  &&  independent  mistakes  &&  all  of  that.          

[mikroteros]

❝ ... Are you certain, that's something you'd want of me ? I do not want to become ... I don't want to be ... an issue. ❞

[lazarusrides]

❛    an  issue  ??  ❜  there’s  a  ripe  laugh  in  his  voice  like  wind-chimes,  ❛    nah,  don’t  be  silly  !!  i  barely  get  to  duet  with  anybody  outside  ‘f  an  ol’  friend  here  an’  there.  it’ll  be  fun,  if  ya  wanna  !!        ❜     

[analogfriendmoved]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ THA-THA-THANK YOU-OU. ❞

Without, the vague threat of becoming some creatures' GNAWING POST, it does so quickly move from its' spot, standing at the creeks' bank. Where the sod and soil, drenched, still remained solid. It hated water, HATED WATER, HATED IT ! Those rooms, listless, filled with slides and tile and nothing but water, a punishment, it surmised, for an err made against the Mall. Since, it has naught found those places, those rooms, but knew well, where they would dwell.

Eyes linger, far too long on canid friend ; but the intent to harm, was nowhere in its' body's language, in its' gaze ... nothing. It could recall, a time long ago, where an eager voice would beg, beg, BEG, for a dog.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤA far too stern one, with hand raised, would tell that voice NO.

Quick, do eyes four dart to little rancher, he who speaks so HUMBLY. He, who could see Isaak. Oft, it was a ... luck of the draw, to speak. Some, could see it, and others, could merely feel the presence of it. Catch it in glimpses, in reflections of windows, or a dak figure under a street light, that sooner vanished when they blinked. A being between, Caught. Comfortable.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ LO-LO-LOST ... LOST ..? ❞

A slower blink ; far slower. It regards those words, LOST ... wonders if, indeed, that could be the case. It did not know where it was, no, nor where it would do ; but being LOST, implied there was a destination, in the first place. Gait is a lumbering kind, as it moves forward, closer, closer.

ㅤㅤㅤ❝ RI-RI-RIGHT .. WHERE ██ NEED TO BE-BE- BE. ❞

Sound of a shrill censor, some VILE THING said 'pon daytime television that the children could not hear. Yet, as that splitting sound comes, claws jab into its' chest, HOPING the other will notice.

[lazarusrides]

 AND  THE  HORROR  THANKS  HIM,   &&  this  is  the  best  thing  that  could  have  happened  to  finn.  he  is  not  immediately  torn  asunder   &&  made  a  bloody  mess  before  several  uncaring  eyes  ( &&  two  caring ),   &&  for  this  he  finds  himself  quietly  -  mentally  -  issuing  a  great  thanks  to  the  lord.  though  he  doubts  his  creator  had  any  hand in  the  making  of  the  thing  before  him,  He  must  have  had  a  hand in  the  fact  that  he  still  stands.  better  to  attribute  it  to  the  lord  than  to  the  unknown  -  especially  when  the  unknown  that  stands  before  him  is,  in  fact,  terrifying.   the  more  he  looks  at  the  creature,  the  more  his  head  struggles  to  underst &&  it.  this  is  no  man  nor  animal,  but  something  third   &&  unknown  by  the  world.  this  might  be  the  secret  thing  left  in  the  garden  back  from  adam &&  eve  -  not  the  snake,  but  a  witness  to  the  entire  affair.  horrible  though  it  is,  it  does  not  kill  him,  nor  does  it  lumber   &&  lean  with  the  aggressive  posture  of  a  bear.  if  nothing  else,  it  behaves  as  a  man  -  not  a  full  one,  a  shade  of  one.   finn  clears  his  throat.  right.  well.  no  use  in  being  rude   &&  avoiding  the  conversation  he’s  chosen  to  start,  albeit  one  picked  up  solely  for  the  purposes  of  trying  to  save  the  hide  of  the  same  dog  that  now  sits  behind  his  legs.  grit’s  eyes  never  leave  the  creature,  though  her  tail  now  rests  firmly  between  her  legs.   nothing  has  made  grit  behave  in  such  a  way.  even  tornados  are  not  spared  her  reckless  fury.  to  see  her  made  not  only  wary  but  cautious  enough  to  bow  her  tail   &&  head  sets  off  alarm  bells.  he  dares  not  turn  his  eyes  away  from  the  creature  and,  instead,  reaches  one  h &&  back  to  rest  atop  grit’s  head.  he  scritches  behind  her  ears. i’ve  gotcha,  he  thinks,  you’re  good  with  me,  darlin’.   ❛  welcome,  ❜  finn  replies.  ❛  again,  mighty  sorry  for  her.  she’s  normally  nicer  to  folks  that  come  ‘round,  but…  dogs  are  gonna  be  dogs.    ❜ the  creature  approaches,   &&  finn  silently  thinks  that  he  needs  to  address  it  -  them?  -  better.  no  other  word  works,  however,   &&  thus  creature  is  what  he  sticks  with.  he  doesn’t  move  back  from  the  approaching  mass;  he  stands  still,  scratching  grit’s  head,  his  eyes  locked  on  wherever  the  thing  moves-  &&  then  the  sound.  the  shrillness  of  it  sends  his  free  hand  to  his  ear,  twists  his  expression  into  a  grimace.  grit  whines   &&  ducks  her  head  further  into  the  bend  of  his  knees,   &&  his  voice  comes  out  a  touch  shaken  -     ❛  i  get  it  -  i  get  it.  right  where  you  need  t’  be,  got  it,  got  it.  what,  uh,  what  do  i  call  ya,  buddy  ??  ❜ hopefully  that  wasn’t  your  name.  

[smxkeyjxe]

Stevie can't help but smile at him when he comes to her about that particular pick-up line. She chuckles a little, "Quite often, but I sometimes wonder if they're blind," she says, "But you're fine, don't worry. Got a name?"

[lazarusrides]

CALLING  THEM  BLIND  might  be  the  funniest  shit  he’s  heard  all  day.  finn  snorts  &&  has  to  cover  his  mouth  with  his  hand  until  his  snickers  fully  dwindle  down.  it’s  then  that  he  pulls  his  hand  away  &&  slides  it  into  his  coat  pocket.  

❛    blind  ??  now  that’s  a  touch  rude,  ain’t  it  ??  think  they  just  don’t  got  a  filter,  maybe.    ❜  mind,  he  would  never  call  anyone  a  ten.  to  do  so  would  be  to  invite  his  mother’s  fury  back  into  his  life,  &&  he  would  rather  not  dance  with  that  devil  again.       ❛    name’s  constant,  but  my  pals  call  me  finn.  middle  name,  easier,  less  of  a  weird  thing  t’  say  in  a  sentence.    ❜  there’s  a  light  chuckle  on  the  end  of  his  words.  ❛  an’  you  are  ??  ❜   

[nixscriptum]

Joy is the harvest of a soul that has learned to rest.

[lazarusrides]

OOC. going to be doing the things i owe over here tomorrow !! apologies to the folks waitin <3

[wlfsbane-a]

you watch as your appearance scares every living thing within the nearest fifteen feet. wails from cats, the door kicked open by horse shoes.

CLICK!

and your good eye snaps to the piece of metal that had been pulled back by his thumb. you know it won't kill you. it would take more than a lead bullet to do any harm in this form. a purer metal was needed. not many carry those around.

dawn breaks through the horizon.

a wet crunch bounces off the wooden walls of the barn, your body arching inward. the process is never quiet. sickening snaps and cracks as your body reshapes itself once more. agonized noises erupt from your throat, slowly losing the animalistic rasp. you've lost mass, your bones shattering and rebuilding themselves into something more human. fur breaks way to skin.

and you're there again.

elbows and knees are pressed into the dirt ground, your forehead resting on where your arms overlap. your fingers clutching at yourself to ease the trembling — every single time it feels like you're going to be ripped into pieces.

only then does your head raise, and your eyes lock again. not as the animal, but as a human.

[lazarusrides]

THE  GUN’S  BARREL  DROPS;  it’s  lowered  the  moment  the  body  arches  inwards.  a  step  back  is  taken  at  the  snap  and  crackle  of  the  form  before  him  making  itself  different  -  maybe  worse,  maybe  better,  perhaps  all  the  more  horrid.  for  a  frightening  few  beats,  the  entire  barn  is  alive  with  the  thrashing  of  animals  responding  to  the  agonizing  reality  before  them,  and  finn  wonders  what  they  see  here.  a  monster?  one  of  their  kin-folk  in  the  midst  of  hell?   he  doesn’t  know.  he  has  never  wanted  to  see  through  their  eyes  more.  all  he  has  is  his  own,  though,  and  a  heart  that  makes  itself  ache  with  a  sympathy  unknowable.  as  quickly  as  he  takes  a  step  back,  he  finds  himself  starting  to  approach  -  one  foot  in  front  of  the  other,  slow,  methodical  and  measured.  the  revolver  glints  as  he  slides  it  back  into  its  resting  spot  on  his  belt,  lets  the  hammer  re-engage  itself.   no  one  needs  to  get  shot  today.   the  form  becomes  more  human,  more  human,  more  human  -  and  there  is  no  denying  the  eyes  that  lock  with  his  own.  an  urge  to  apologize  swells  in  his  throat  and  is  swallowed  with  no  lackluster  effort:  it  takes  every  bit  of  his  might  to  not  immediately  ask  for  forgiveness  for  pointing  a  weapon  at  her,  for  viewing  her  -  even  only  to  himself  -  as  a  potential  death-bringer.   he  fixes  his  attention  her  head  and  nowhere  else.  the  eyes  are  the  only  aspect  of  her  that  he  cares  for  in  the  moment.  she  is  no  longer  a  wolf.  at  least,  not  in  shape  or  size.  how  rude  it  would  be  to  stare  at  a  bare  woman,  too.  how  incredibly  rude.   finn  takes  a  breath.  tucks  away  his  nerves. ❛  i’ve  got  clothes  that  should  fit  ya,  ❜  he  begins,  no  question  of  her  name  or  situation  coming  to  mind.  such  matters  can  wait  until  she’s  a  bit  of  dignity  to  herself  again.  ❛  iunno  if  ya  know  where  ya  are,  but…  uh,  ya  had  a  bit  of  a  meal,  ❜  his  eyes  flick  back  to  the  carcass,  then  to  her.  ❛  an’  i  prefer  gettin’  explanations  from  ladies  who  aren’t  at  risk  of  catchin’  a  cold.  ❜

[analogfriendmoved]

ㅤ

BARK !

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBARK ! BARK !

ㅤ

What if, next, came a whimper. A whine. The wheeze that all dying beasts, let free when their necks were twisted, just a bit too far to the LEFT ?

Head cants, as storm - waters rush 'tween them ; it barks, all feral teeth bore, and snarling, hackles raised, TERRIFIED. But, Isaak, itself, could suppose it, too, looked like an animal. Eyes drift, lower, to waters that run by — too quick for any sort of gaze, into a still reflection. Only turmoil. Only a lack, of stabilization.

It does not move, from that place, as hound goes wild. It only looks back, and around itself, taking in the way leaves sit in trees, the way the sun begins to set. Where the Mall had put it, it did not always understand.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHERE WAS A DOOR THERE, ONCE. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIT'S GONE NOW.

A voice. Soft. To it, a slight wobble, as freed hand clutches as something CHRISTCANNOTSAVEYOU just from eyes' view. Slow is it, to stand at its' full height, MORE THAN ENOUGH, to tower over any man. Any beast, every child. Smile, in its' form, menacing. Enough to make the cheeks of another sore, looking upon it. NOTHING, but lowlight, reflected in those eyes, no confusion, no loss. NO HUNGER. A mere touch of disillusion, as its' once more thrust into a world, that does not understand it. A world, it is forced to watch change, and adapt to time, while it strains against a glass wall presented to it. STUCK, IN SO MANY DECADES AGO.

It is still ; an angel, weeping in that way. A mannequin, dressed in the barest. Would it move, once his back was turned ? Would fangs, sink into supple flesh, would he be left, face down in this little CREEK, where no one would find him 'till it was far, far too late ? Would he die a hero, fighting ? OR, WOULD HE DIE IN TERROR, AS THEY EACH AND ALL DID ? Smile, only widens. Thin, spindly digit, tipped in a claw near sharper than any knife, points to canine, eyes leaving its' guest, not once.

ㅤ ㅤㅤ❝ C-C-CAN YOU GE-GE-GET THE DOG, PLE - PLEASE ? ❞

[lazarusrides]

NOPE.  NOPE.  NOPE.  see,  here’s  the  beauty  of  finn  -  a  rare  thing  for  any  to  see,  but  something  most  know:  he  is  a  horror  fanatic.  you  do  not  die  &&  rise  again  &&  not  come  out  of  it  all  with  a  taste  for  the  grim.  there  is  hope  in  the  horror,  of  course,  not  every  story  ends  in  tragedy:  a  heroine  rises,  defeats  the  evil,  or  old  friends  band  together  to  try  &&  defeat  the  demons  of  their  shared  pasts.  horror  ends  in  good  things  for  some,  horrible  things  for  most,  therapy  for  all.   oh,  lord,  therapy  for  all. he  whistles.  grit  -  attentive  &&  terrified  -  skitters  back  from  the  monster  so  fast  she  nearly  trips  over  herself  in  the  stream.  quick  as  a  brown  bolt,  she’s  right  beside  him,  curled  ‘round  the  back  of  his  legs  &&  her  head  peering  out  from  behind  him  with  her  hackles  raised  &&  fangs  all  bared.  finn  thumbs  his  rosary  &&  quietly  decides  that  the  lord  had  no  hand  in  what  stands  a  ways  before  him.  if  he  did,  it  was  no  lord  of  his.   ❛    stay  steady  there,    ❜  he  whispers  to  the  dog,  ❛    ain’t  no  reason  for  all  that,  grit,  i  done  raised  you  better.      ❜         raised  the  dog  smarter.  raised  her  with  a  love  unquantifiable  -  his  grit,  his  perfect  shepherd,  his  wolf-tearer  &&  coyote-render.  there  would  be  no  forgiveness  from  him  if  anything  dared  to  touch  her,  only  a  handful  of  bangs  &&  a  whole  lot  of  bullet  casings.  in  this  moment,  however,  he  is  entirely  unsure  if  it  would  do  any  good  to  fire  anything  at  the  thing  -  person  ??  -  in  the  water.   so  instead  he  takes  a  breath,  shakes  his  head,  &&  offers  a  gentleman’s  smile.  diffuse  confusing  situations  with  compassion,  his  mother  once  said,  &&  it  stays  the  only  good  advice  she’s  ever  given  him  outside  of  how  to  die  with  some  dignity  (that  advice,  of  course,  never  taken).   ❛  howdy.  sorry  ‘bout  her.  are  you…  are  ya  lost  ??  ❜  it’s  the  only  thing  he  can  think  to  ask.  maybe  he’s  right,  &&  it  is.  maybe  he’s  wrong,  &&  this  will  be  the  last  sentence  he  ever  utters.  he  should’ve  said  something  cooler. calm  down,  says  his  bettered  self  in  his  head,  dyin’  again  won’t  be  a  big  deal.   he  swallows,  &&  forces  himself  to  believe  such  a  lie.  

[lazarusrides]

PLOTTING CALL. tap the heart to get me in your dms to talk about general dynamics/plots you might want with the cowboy !!

[soulmemes]

↳ 𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨 ⋆ ˚ ༘♡

feel free to change pronouns. suggestive tw, death mention tw.

"i want my life back. i want myself back."

"long story short, i survived."

"but if you send for me, you know i'll come, and if you call, you know i'll run to you."

"killing god is a family bonding activity."

"i give a fuck. i give a lot of fucks, actually. i'm a prostitute of feelings."

"yeah, i'm fine. no worries."

"you cannot change the cards you are dealt, just the way you play the hand."

"the legend part is easy. it's the living that's hard."

"i tried to choke my demons, but they liked it."

"it's magic, bitch. i'm not gonna explain shit."

"the horrors persist, but so do i."

"i'm this close to fucking snapping."

"i don't want to be a monster."

"they didn't deserve death. i did . . . i do."

"can i be mean?"

"i'm about to choose violence."

"will you take me as i am?"

"do i seem anxious to you? backed into a corner?"

"he was pretty cute for a monster."

"i was quiet, but i was not blind."

"if i can still breathe, i'm fine."

"what, pray tell, the fuck?"

"it's mortifying to be the one who remembers."

"i don't like people to acknowledge me as a human being."

"death and i have been seriously intimate for some time now."

"you can be a kind person with a good heart and still say no."

"it's okay to be sad after making the right decision."

"twinkle, twinkle little snitch, mind your business nosey bitch."

"it mattered because it hurt."

"sorry about my cool muscles, everyone."

"the first time i met you, i had no idea i'd love you this damn much."

"the risk i took was calculated, but man, am i bad at math . . . "

"i will always find you."

"chaos runs in our blood."

"remember why you started."

"i said what i said."

"there's bravery in being soft."

"i'll fucking slap the mcshit out of you."

"i have secrets."

"if our bodies could touch again, what would they say?"

"i don't really know why i'm still hoping."

"i have cried all of my tears. all i have left is anger."

"i am not who i was."

"for you, i'd steal the stars."

"i wanted to hurt all the people who hurt me."

"and as you can see, i am not dead."

"angels would damn themselves for me."

"please say sike . . . "

"fall in love with me."

"that info is so fucking unnecessary."

"the laws of physics can kiss my ass."

"hey baby, can i get your credit card number?"

"don't tell me what to do."

"your name hurts."

"you can't just touch my soul and leave."

"i wanted them to kiss me."

"we won't ever forget each other, right?"

"a knife? are you flirting with me?"

"that sounds illegal. i'm in."

"i'm too sober for this shit."

[lazarusrides]

LORE ;; YOUNGER FOLK. finn is - above all else - incredibly protective of those younger than him, especially teens. anyone caught yelling at a kid is guaranteed a right hook, and the tolerance extends to bullying. he'll pick 'em up by the scruff of their necks 'til they calm down.