; this is not a dream

Affiliated Josh Washington Housed in District Beta

[sconvoltos-blog]

@midjin

     Jessica sat on the ground in the middle of the foreign city, pulling her knees up to her chest. She bit her lip and looked around with wide eyes. She had bitten her bottom lip so hard that she could already taste the copper of her blood filling her mouth. She was shaking, she noticed when she raised her hands. She clenched her hands into fists and held them to her chest, trying to calm herself down.

     It was cruel. Being pulled from one drastic situation into another one. She didn’t even have the chance for her wounds to heal before this started– She didn’t even think she made it out of the police station. 

     She stayed in her place on the ground for a few more minutes, ignoring the looks she was getting from the others around her. They didn’t matter. All that mattered was finding her friends. If she was here, they had to be there too. She carefully stood, having to take a moment to get steady on her legs. She looked through the crowd, getting on her tiptoes.

“Matt? Sam..? Mike? Are you there?”

     She called out weakly, her throat still raw from screaming so much up at Blackwood.

[midjin]

          It’s been less than a month since his arrival. Transitioning into this lifestyle is still difficult for him with all things considered. He has no place to really call his own, but he’s managed somewhere to sleep, shower, and eat; it’s something, and to top it off he’s met people like him that his old friends would think are dangerous. Namely, Nathan Prescott. A loud boy who thinks with his heart and talks with his fists – Josh likes him the most, he thinks. There’s something ‘ugly’ in Nathan that’s inside Josh. A parasite infecting two different bodies, with two different results.

         As unlikely as finding anything of substance was to him when he arrived, seeing someone he knew from ‘before’ was out of the question. It didn’t cross his mind at all... until today. She was just sitting there, covered in blood and bruises and dirt. The crowd seamlessly parts around her – it looks so unreal that he second guesses whether it is or not. Jess shouldn’t be here. She shouldn’t look like that. Mike should be standing next to her with that cheeky asshole grin he always wears. They should be laughing and talking, but she looks ready to break with a strong gust of wind.

          He pushes one – two, three.. four people out of his way,  weaving against the flow of ‘blanks’ that never seem to react to anything, “Jess?” He calls, hesitant. It’s got to be her. It’s got to be REAL. There’s no fucking way this isn’t real. The space between them continues to shrink. “Jess!” Louder, clearer. His pace falters and slows as he comes up within arms length of her. It’s worse than he thought. The wounds, the look of desperate confusion, did he..? “What.. what happened to you? How – what are you doing here?” That was a stupid question. Did anyone know what they were doing ‘here’. “Did.. do you know what happened? Jesus..” ‘You look awful’ goes unspoken. He looked infinitely worse even still.

          He wanted revenge and it looks like he got it, but it didn’t feel like he won anything.

[midjin]

list of people I owe replies to: @fallenapex  @synchronizations   @consumat

[ieeron]

@midjin

There he was. Passed out in the middle of the sidewalk once again..it’d been a full 4 hours since he ate and he’s literally dying. People pretty much just overlooked him and stepped over him, some even going as far to step ON him.

Ling Yao is a great leader, running a great country, at its finest.

[midjin]

Josh is probably the only person to take notice of this poor hopeless bastard laying on the ground. Like a few people before him, he was two seconds from stomping all over him. Good thing he wasn’t a dick! Usually. Mostly. “Hey..” He looks at the bag of takeout he just bought, and then to the man clearly suffering, then back to the bag of food. It’s not like he even wanted it in the first place, so he crouches and swings the offering in front of his face, “Get up, dude. How long has it been since you’ve eaten?” 

[corrupavun-blog]

@midjin

     While the scientists may have stripped him of nearly all his power, Sauron could nevertheless take solace in one thing: his innate abilities of deception. They’d allowed him to achieve great things in the past; he could only hope that would remain true for the duration of his stay in Hive City.

     This was the one thing he kept in mind whilst making his way to their meeting point. He’d already examined the list of possible employees, and while they were altogether far from ideal, a particular individual had still managed to catch his eye. The boy had a gruesome appearance. Naturally, that only made Sauron all the more interested in meeting him. If he intended to collect a suitable team of allies, average simply wouldn’t cut it.

     He’d specifically requested that they meet in the second sector, a place of filthy industrialism. At least it was something the fallen Maia could appreciate, if not understand. The scraping of metal could be heard faintly in the distance, though it hardly distracted him. Sauron slowed to a halt. Unsurprisingly, the human was easy to identify, and it was as he came closer that Sauron began to realise precisely what he would be working with. His own powers, contained within the Ring on his finger, may have been dulled, but he nonetheless sensed the human’s very essence.

     He was simply a Man – and yet.. it was as though he’d been touched by something entirely different, as evidenced by the cruel teeth showing through one cheek.

     “Josh Washington..” he uttered, recalling the other’s name. It seemed strange upon his tongue, foreign to his ears. Seeing the boy up close only intensified his curiosity, golden gaze focusing upon the other’s teeth – before darting back to Josh’s eyes. Barely a moment seemed to pass before a kind smile curled to Sauron’s features, eyes brightening almost innocently.

     “What a pleasure it is to make your acquaintance.”

[midjin]

Initially, this sort of job seemed like it’d rake in some easy cash. Rescue a cat from a tree, help an old lady cross a busy intersection, maybe illegally assist some underage kids acquire alcohol - you know, normal things. Nothing in this city was particularly within the niche of ‘normal’ however, something he quickly learned. His ‘boss’, Gintoki, was definitely near the top of the list of ‘strange and unusual people’ that he’s encountered thus far during his stay. So, of course, when he was being even more strange and vague about what Josh would be doing as far as ‘working’ today and for whom, he wasn’t overly suspicious. 

What little information he had was reviewed; he’s going to be approached by someone in sector 2 and ‘given instructions’ - something to that effect. That’s it. The short and long of it. He stretches his legs out across the bench, lighting a cigarette he’d snagged at one of the local shops. At the very least, he didn’t have to leave the sector he was ‘assigned to live in’ or whatever. It was awful, yeah, but he found the scenery comforting in a strange way. Maybe it was the fact he didn’t feel like he stuck out here. The possibility of radioactive sludge seems like a bigger concern than some guys face. 

“Josh Washington.”’

Josh’s head swivels to make eye contact; he’s got an interesting pigment. It’s almost molten, he notes, taking a long drag and being considerate enough to exhale the smoke from the corner of his mouth, “That’d be me. So I’m guessing you’re the guy I’ll be working for today? Didn’t catch your name, I was just told to wait for you here.” The guy’s got... an ‘exotic’ look to him, and Josh offers his hand out to shake, “Has anyone ever told you that you’re good looking but in a ‘you’d probably reach into my chest and squeeze my heart for fun before crushing it while maintaining eye contact’ sort of way? Because you’re definitely rocking it.”  

[grimcire-deactivated1832018-dea]

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send me a “✎” and ill draw your muse ( still accepting!! )

i read his name as george washington at first so i 

[synchronizations]

slip ‘n slide ＨＥＬＬ

@midjin

“Dude,” you call when you notice the slide’s first (willing, compared to the rest of the accidents) victim trudging his way back up the steep hill the three of you had decided to set this deathtrap up on. “I’m gonna show you somethin’ sick. Get back up here,” you’re already looking at this thing from all different kinds of angles and perspectives.

You could do this.

You’re gonna fuckin’ surf down this thing.

And make it to the bottom on two feet. You can do this. You’re gonna wreck it.

[midjin]

“Dude,” is the first thing he hears once he’s gotten hold of his footing, taking one slippery step at a time with as much care as he can possibly muster up. If he slips and falls now, he’ll be eating asphalt and that’s probably ten times worse than what he just experienced a few moments ago. He still can’t wipe the shit eating grin away in spite of his minor ‘battle wounds’ courtesy of the dumpster he failed to notice before taking off, “I’m coming as fast as I can.” There’s a genuine laugh. 

It takes him a little longer than he likes, but he’s next to Dirk before he knows it and gives him a curious stare, one brow raised, “What’s up? Going to go down head first? I wouldn’t recommend it, bro.” He’s just.. got that.. ‘time to do something dangerous and reckless’ vibe.

[caligariedarchive-blog]

It’d be difficult for him to not catch word–or rather, catch the joyous squeals of teenagers gliding down a merry slope of lube.

He’s at a loss as to what to feel as he warily wades through the crowds, eyes narrowed at the sight before him: his own partner in crime being the ring leader of it at all. Huh. He may have robbed the trunk of some dickhead’s car alongside him and watched him pass out in his stupor 3 hours afterwards, but still–he squints initially. But then his expression falters, and he feels some offense (jealousy…it can’t be.) at the fact that his one and only actual friend hadn’t invited him.

…Then comes the awe–because it’s an impressive stunt, truly, he thinks with rosy cheeks and wide eyes. Fuck it all. He phases through all three at once. He watches that asshole tear through the air and land against the dumpster, and he fails to repress his laughter. He approaches Josh, crouching over him and leaning back on his heels as he does, his nose crinkled and a brow raised. Sighing, he extends a hand in some selfless gesture of…gasp! Loyalty. Take it, you…jerkass!

“First of all: what the fuck. Second of all: I’m kind of impressed and I wish I wasn’t. Third of all:”

“Why the hell aren’t you charging for this!?”

[midjin]

It takes him all of five minutes to drag himself upright. He’s slicked from head to toe and sore but can’t help but laugh as another unfortunate soul barrels over into the other end of the dumpster. He’s probably got a bruised rib and his nose is bleeding but the idea of going back up for another ride is something he wants to act one. Standing up is going to be the real struggle-

Oh? A hand, and a flash of a red sleeve. Green eyes follow from the fingertips, all the way to Nathan’s face. Suddenly, a grin spreads from cheek to cheek, an ecstatic look in place, “Nate!” He chimes, voice livelier than anything the other boy would’ve heard from him in their time together. With a steady grip on the hand offered to him, he manages to stand and starts shaking off the excess. There’s way too much and jesus fuck it’s pretty cold.

“What? Never seen another guy covered head to toe in lube before?” A JOKE, which he puts his hands up in mock defense for, “Oh, dude, you have no idea. So there’s this sex shop over in one of the other sectors, right? Well I decided to head in there because I was going to buy some gag gifts, you know?” Josh, calm down, you’re too happy to talk about this. “Anyway, this was just out in the open so I took it. Now we’re here.”

“- You should totally set up the booth though. I think I’m going down again.”

[midjin]

DON'T JUST STAND THERE HELP ME UP BEFORE SOMEONE CRASHES INTO ME

What’s that? Josh can’t hear him over the sound of going for round two. Looks like he’s going to have to help himself up. Who knows, maybe someone will be kind enough not to laugh and actually do something instead of taking a picture!

[midjin]

my mom's gonna kill your ass dead for that atrocious grammar you troglodyte

[midjin]

roll me down that slip n slide like you roll a joint

He takes careful hold of Flowey like he’s a fragile little crystal flower and delicately BOWLS him upright, pot and all, down the slip and slide. 

“HAVE FUN, DUDE!”

[midjin]

If a clown falls down a slip 'n slide covered in lube in the middle of the city but no one's around to hear it, does he make a noise?

“Oh! I know this one - It’s something like HOOOONK and then some metal banging.” Good thing he moved.

[midjin]

bro what the fuck

“.. Alright, so.. one mistake.”

[midjin]

Josh found himself bored; which, considering how he’s been recently, should feel like a well deserved vacation.

Instead, he’s wandering through district 5 with no particular destination in mind. This is.. until he sees it. A sex shop. It’s just sitting there in plain view, tinted windows and all. He glances down each end of the street before dipping inside. There’s a lot of things that he could possibly be doing going into a questionable store that sells equally questionable merchandise. Personal use? Definitely not, unless you count gag gifts as personal use. There’s a few people he’s seen around that he wouldn’t mind tossing a dildo at.

And then the light of god shows him the way.

Kidding. It’s just a fifty-five gallon drum of lube sitting under a flickering bulb. He’s never seen one quite so big before. What kind of shit were these store owners really peddling? He probably shouldn’t act on this urge but it’s too late because he’s already got the thing on it’s side and is rolling it right out the front doors. Guess someone should have been manning the front desk! It’s so damn heavy, he’s glad that two people are equally enticed by the idea of a good time.

All the way to Sector 3, the merry band of idiots take turns rolling the drum. They may or may not have also picked up an entire box of plastic sheeting, which Josh kicks down a street until it’s unraveled, “This’ll be fucking great!” He says, right before he makes a grave mistake he cannot easily undo by opening the drum and gradually covering the entire expanse of the makeshift slip and slide. 

“Who’s going first?” Oh right. Him. He dives from the start of the plastic and flies to the end - and then past the end, because he seems to have miscalculated the quality. Now he’s laying against the side of a dumpster in pain. Good job.

[finelendal-archive-deactivated2]

I want to make this known; it’s OKAY to flirt with my muse, it’s okay to say flirty things to them, yes, they may not react to it, they may not respond to it positively, but know as a mun I’m 100% OKAY with it. Especially if my muse is clearly attractive appearance wise, go a head, flirt with them, if my muse is your muse’s type, it’s okay to flirt, we don’t have to be shipping, we don’t ever have to ship to have you flirt with my muse; I WONT think you’re pushing a ship on me either. But I just feel that some people are scared to have their muse be flirty to another because we a muns might take it the wrong way.

 I’m not saying this goes for everyone, but I’m letting you know that it doesn’t make me uncomfortable and I’m fine with it. 

[consumat]

          Sector three isn’t exactly the friendliest place in the city. It’s where all the misfits and delinquents gather, really. As far as prey goes? Relatively easy, there’s an abundance of idiots who’d be willing to put their lives on the line without knowing the true cost of what they’re doing. It’ll continue to be easy so long as they continue to be stupid. 

          And every once and awhile, fresh meat shows up. And Ayato is always quick in sizing them up with how easy they’ll be. This guy is no exception, but there’s something just a little creepy about those jagged teeth on the side of his mouth. And he doesn’t exactly look like the most down the earth person in the world. But that really doesn’t matter, the teeth are creeping Ayato out. So, he’s just got to ask.

          ❝ Dude,❞ it’s said rather loudly as he walks up on him, ❝ The fuck is up with the teeth on the side of your face? You a monster or somethin’? ❞

@midjin

[midjin]

You’d think that sitting alone against the wall of a decrepit old building overrun with active gang members would be a good indication that someone doesn’t want to be bothered. Maybe that person just wants to chill alone for a few hours despite how disgusting they feel. Or.. just maybe.. the dude’s trying to get in a quick nap. But it doesn’t matter because of course there has to be that one guy. You know the one. The one that grimaces and can’t bite their tongue. 

The words are sharp and dig into his skin - he doesn’t flinch. Josh wonders just how old this kid is. 12? 2003 called and they want their edge back. He’ll refrain from saying ‘that was so funny I forgot to laugh. to apologize why don’t I buy you a one way ticket to go fuck yourselfville, the bus drops you off on the corner of suck my dick and eat my ass lane’ because that would be rude. Not that people gave a shit about manners. Definitely not Skrillex over here with his goddamn unbrushed hair and bargain bin hot topic clothes. It takes him a few moments to pull on a smile, cheeks straining, “Oh, yeah. You know. I’m the reason parents teach you not to talk to strangers. What’s up, kid? You lost or something? Not a good place for you to be hanging out-,” a vague hand gesture, “-you could get shot. Or stabbed. Or eaten.” He’s joking and he doesn’t know just how close he hit home.

[caligariedarchive-blog]

The guy jitters, the smile on his face struggling to not give away within seconds, his laugh wiry, as if it were that of a dying man’s. A facade he recognizes all too well.

…But he’ll let it slide for the meanwhile, because his own heel is idly bouncing against the ground, hand twitching against the fabric of his jacket.

Keep reading

[midjin]

Edges of the frail mask he wears are cracked; it hangs on, barely, acting as his sole source of comfort in this city so foreign to him. 

.. Despite being so well-practiced, the careful facade is like crystal right now, fragile and threatening to shatter at the slightest touch. But it’s alright - it’s okay - it’s fine. No one’s going to pick at the open wound. Not now. Not here.

He hopes the tremors go unnoticed. The small ones that seem to sneak up and shudder his entire body like a fever, lingering in his fingertips the longest. It’s irritating, frustrating - he tries his best to play it off like it’s just too damn cold to sit still and thankfully there’s not a single comment about it. He’s still not even sure this is real - until he hears ‘mcquickie’. Really? He snorts, a genuine sound of amusement in his raw throat, “.. Dude, really?” It’s almost inaudible, as if in disbelief, so quiet that he questions if he actually said it himself. Cigarette smoke wafts towards him from the help of a cool breeze, tickling his nose with familiarity. It’s comforting. The only real light is from the lit ember cherry at the end of the stick pressed between his lips (they’re nothing out of the ordinary, but he watches him pull the entire drag anyway); it’s gentle and wavering, dim enough that his condition probably isn’t blatant while illuminating his face. He examines it for a moment, appreciating the softer edges of his features; but he soon realizes he’s being scrutinized. The crawling sensation of eyes lingering on his own face in return are something far too obvious to go by unnoticed. A slight turn of his head, he unintentionally gives his new partner in crime a perfect silhouette of his jawline.  “What, you forget your name for a second there? I don’t care if it’s fake, you know. Whatever makes you feel–” “Safer…or whatever. You can call me Nathan.” ‘Why would he think I had to ‘feel safe’.. Does he know? How could he know.’ A million questions and not a single one would leave his mouth. The corners of his mouth pull taut again, discomfort rising; “Aha, you got me there. I did forget. Just got here and all, things are still..” Wrong. “..Coming back to me slowly. Shit’s all foggy. Must be all the time travel.” I fucked up. I fucked up. I fucked up. I’m fucked up. His mantra seems to play on repeat as he accepts the cigarette and leans in close to the flickering flame offered to him; the idea of burning his hand ‘by accident’ to validate this reality plays in his mind and quickly subsides as he intakes that first lung full of nicotine. It’s been so long. How long. He doesn’t know. He just doesn’t fucking know.  “-Don’t kick that, man, it won’t work. Beating the shit out of cars never does.” He points the lit end at the trunk, leaning his free hand on the window now. Thick brows knit, a look of legitimate confusion. It’s almost as if he’s asking ‘what the fuck are you thinking of doing Nathan’ without actually doing so. Instead, his eyes roam over the lithe figure in front of him and without giving it much thought, he answers, “You’re probably skinnier. What’s this about a slim jim though? I mean..” A quick glance to the keys. He could tell him. They could avoid all the hassle of actually destroying this car in the process of stealing all the shit out of it. Or... Or! Nah. “There’s not shit around here to use either. What else you got in mind?” He thinks, again, that red suits him.

[citta-alveare-deactivated201811]

sending this again just in case since the last was eaten! acting on prior reserve here's jess from until dawn!

The last one wasn’t eaten… Mod oo4 just can’t read…

Welcome!

You’ll be staying in district Alpha!

You will be given a plastic shovel!

Enjoy your stay!

–Mod oo4

[midjin]