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#PICKDEAD        private  +  mutuals  +  s(low)  activity  portrayal  of  mercy  villaseñor  zayas  based  within  cw's supernatural.  based  around  black  dog  folklore  and  supplemented  by  my  own  lore.  scruff-held  by  roo. 

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welcome home mercy <33333333

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Sarah lifts her gaze finally, she's been zoning in and out all day today- it's a lot, and gives Mercy a smile that actually reaches her eyes. She appreciates it, the distraction. Something else to focus her attention on for a bit. "I guess ..." A quick pause as she gives it some thought, taking that first step into Distraction Zone. " ... I should've painted more Devil's Traps the first time around. We only had one at the front door but there's side doors and ... back doors ... and ..." If she starts crying again- "More Devil's Traps this time. Definitely."

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SHE'S  NOT  GOOD  WITH  FEELINGS,     but  rather  okay  with  dancing  around  the  hard  stuff.  mercy  is  not  going  to  force  sarah  into  talking  (or  thinking,  really)  about  the  hard  things.  it's  not  in  her  nature  unless  it  has  to  be.  they  can  play  the  tango  over  the  ashes  and  ignore  the  heat.  “well,  maybe,”  face  contorts  just  slightly,  thinking  about  how  to  reel  back  from  the  teetering  edge.  “but  you  can't  think  ‘bout  the  past  now.  it’ll  only  make  ya'  sad.”  or  sadder.  “alright.  yeah,  more  this  time  ‘round.”  a  nod  of  her  head.  she’s  searching  for  a  pen  and  paper.  “we  should  make  a  list,  just  so  we  have  it  all  down.”

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            @millsregium    ….   said      [     i can’t do this alone.   ] 

SO,  THE  UNFORTUNATE  THING  FOR  LUCAS  IS,     is  that  once  you  know  mercy  –  she's  kinda  like  a  leech.  the  only  way  to  make  her  go  away  is  to  kill  her  off  (emotionally  or  physically,  either  way)  with  a  flame-ridden  stick  to  the  leg  (too  niche?)  or  something.  instead  of  giving  him  a  spiel  –  because  mercy  doesn't  give  a  fuck  or  two  about  being  wise  or  whatever,  that's  for  people  who  have  more  to  lose  than  she  does  -  she  looks  at  him.  and  blinks.  then  looks  again,  this  time,  with  a  slight,  hello??  expression.  annoyance  in  the  mixture.  lucas.  please  think  about  who  you  are  talking  to  –  loyal  as  a  dog,  stubborn  as  a  mule,  annoying  as  a  teenager.  “you  think  i'd  let  you  go  through  this  bullshit  alone?”

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me looking at my half-written drafts here: what the hell were u even trying to get at with this

[milleroptimism]

"The only thing you owe me" of course Sarah's going to help out "is an explanation. Not on his behalf or anything- fuck that guy- I just gotta know what I'm walking into before I walk into it." She gives it some thought then, leaning closer so there's no chance anyone else can hear them: "——— Take a wallet again?" Cue the eyebrow raise, a typical face when dealing with any of her kids' shenanigans.

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AN  EXPLAINATION.      the  thing  about  mercy  is  that  she  doesn't  think  ahead  —  much  or  really  ever.  it's  her  fatal  flaw  or  whatever.  and,  sometimes,  it  bites  her  in  the  ass.  it's  not  like  it's  that  big  of  a  deal.  if  they  weren't  such  an  easy  lift  ….  “it's  not  like  he  had  anything  good  in  it,”  mercy  snorts,  nose  scrunching  just  a  tad,  as  if  disgusted  by  the  memory  of  said  wallet.  “he's  like.  a  stalker  or  something.”  orrrrrrrr  because  mercy  is  habitual  and  goes  to  the  same  places  every  day.

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her hands are shaking. that's nothing new, but it frustrates her still. she knows how this works; it's going to hurt them both. you can't heal or heal someone without pain. "you have to be still, I can't do this if you're moving around." it's not something she knows for sure, but she's pretty confident that healing a moving person is a hell of a lot harder than someone who's still.

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HENNING.     so  much  henning  going  on  these  days,  mercy  feels  like  she's  ten  years  old  and  fractured  her  foot  again;  all  eyes  on  her  and  making  her  itch. but  it  doesn't  negate  the  small  sting  from  where  god  or  something  there  other  got  to  her.  “okay,  well  –  ”  here  she  fuckin'  goes  with  that  smart  mouthing,  “it  fuckin'  hurts.  you  ever  try  to  be  still  when  you're  hurt?”  this  argument  is  not  going  as  good  as  it  sounded  in  her  head. 

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shout out to my mutuals and writing partners yall the best forreal

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tell me ur fave trait abt ur muse. go right now.

[milleroptimism]

"Do you wanna help me..." As the days pass by Sarah's realizing it's easier to not breakdown completely in front of the kids, because they give her something else to prioritize. In their presence she's able to take some deep calming breaths and focus. Sarah does that, inhale exhale, and makes a decision: "Perfect the layout of the new place? It needs to be exactly like the old one so I'm being very picky about it. I'm not gonna start the rebuilding process 'til it's, well, perfect."

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WONDERING,  MAYBE,    if  sarah  was  going  to  spit  it  out  right  there  onto  the  floor  for  them  both  to  dissect,  pick  apart  and  put  it  all  back  together.  no  such  luck.  mercy  tilts  her  head  and  refrains  from  squinting  even  the  littlest  bit.  it's  not  that  sarah  is  fragile  –  quite  the  opposite  –  but  mercy  has  never  been  good  at  the  whole  feelings  game,  or  the  fallout  of  things  that  happen  because  she  lost  the  game.  instead,  she  follows  the  arrow  of:  do  not  touch  subject,  move  it  over  until  it  hurts  less  to  think  about.  “well,  yeah,"  a  pause.  “okay.  but  i  guess  my  first  question  is  could  you  have  changed  anything  about  it  before  that  you  couldn't?”  she  doesn't  think  so,  but  hey,  fresh  starts  and  all.  “that  way  it  can  reeeeeeeaaallly  be  extra  perfect  this  time.”  if  mercy  can't  be  a  therapist,  she  can  be  a  helper.

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would you guys teach mercy to bake or no

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑻 𝑫𝑰𝑽𝑰𝑫𝑬 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺 – 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻 𝑶𝑵𝑬 . starters taken from the 2026 album ' the great divide ' by noah kahan . feel free to adjust pronouns as necessary !

𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒕 .

[ name ] & [ name ] are often along for the ride .

they don't say a lot but they know every inch of this drive .

if these trees started talking , i bet you they'd only talk shit .

we never do anything real . . . we just talk about it .

the bugs are just starting to die .

i thought getting older meant knowing it's too late to try .

i tried getting sober . . . i swear i did better this time .

everything you see out here will die .

anything you need , i will provide .

i know the traffic light you can speed right by 'cause the camera's down .

the minute that september hits , i'm going off my medicine .

it's a place where most kids just grow up and have kids .

𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒔 .

i grew up pretending sticks were little guns .

he'd get mad 'cause god forbid i hurt someone .

i was born into a one hundred year storm .

in that dark & in that frost a heart was formed .

i'm the trouble ahead . . . i scream in my sleep .

i'm a sure bet at a losing streak .

i keep showing you doors , but you can't open them up .

it gets harder to see me the closer you try to look .

you're the one who decided to knock .

have you ever stared directly at the sun ?

have you ever shared some closeness , so exposed , to have it spit back by someone ?

forgive me if i jump at the rattle of your keys .

i'm left staring at the ceiling listing reasons you should pack all your shit up .

i'll be gone so long before the anger comes .

i'll be only what you've known of me 'til now .

𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 .

i was working on a plan to disappear completely .

if drinking was a day job , i'd be asking for more money .

i never take a day off & i'm always selling something .

didn't know you drove american cars .

you're here , & we're so grateful you are .

you're gonna fix it , you're gonna patch it up .

you've always been so tough .

you know that i miss you .

you always come running back whenever i ask .

i hate to drag you back here .

he's been sitting on the porch ranting like a prophet .

i can't stand the nights .

i cut the tension with a knife .

all i want is a dialogue .

we're drowning here .

i've gotta stay for mom .

𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 .

something about the window seat's got you feeling like a poet .

i think that we had everything , 'til now just didn't know it .

i'm leaning toward a subject change in a sentimental moment .

we'll be strangers in the morning .

the way you've got your hair up straight makes you look real californian .

you never really could quite place when i'm angry & i'm joking .

i'm cursing every exit sign & my damn christ - like devotion .

i'm glad you left , but you'll be back .

call me when it goes to shit .

i'll be keeping the house the way it was .

i won't rub your face in it .

i don't mind being your dead end .

i think it's fine to never move on .

i'll keep rooting for your downfall .

tell me when you miss the climb from a hole that has no bottom .

i'm hoping that the view ain't nice .

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MADDY PEREZ EUPHORIA | 3.01 “'Andale"

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mercy being 2.3 apples tall core

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like one big never-ending sleepover! fandomless original characters