BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS.

[ enter the vortex club. ]

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PRSROTT - SEMI-CANON DIVERGENT, PRIV, NATHAN PRESCOTT FROM LIFE IS STRANGE / framed by shadow — follows from @/vortexclu8 & 18+ only. triggering content ahead. rules, verses & info below ꩜

RULES / INFO :

i’m shadow, and i go by he/it/zombie pronouns. trans man, 19 and gmt. i’m typically most active mid week and at night!

18+ only! due to nathan’s nature, attitude and language no minors will be interacting with this blog. if you do, or you don’t list your age, you will be blocked. i am 19 — turning 20 soon and don’t want kids interacting with him because of the dark topics discussed. 18+ being said, i will not write smut under any circumstance.

general dni criteria applies : homo/transphobic, sexist/racist etc. if you ship anything fucking weird or gross ( p-do/inc-est/non-con etc ). zionists fuck off. also non-rp blogs please don’t interact thank ya.

this blog will deal with heavy subjects and insensitive language, nathan can be crude and may throw cruel terms around, some of the content warnings will be : mentions of kidnappings, drug use, overdoses, suicidal ideation, references to self harm, manipulation, murder, general violence & trauma. all of these will be tagged.

my nathan iteration is somewhat alternate from lis canon. he’s transgender, however this is not disclosed in blackwell — but it is important for some of his character studies and internal monologue. he deals with internalised trans/homophobia and craves any kind of male validation, hence his preppy, misogynistic shell, learnt from his family. he deals with issues of suicidality, drug/alcohol dependency, anger issues and self harm. this will not be discussed in too much detail unless discussed beforehand and tagged. he did not kill rachel amber. jefferson did with drugs nathan supplied, nathan saw, and was coerced into joining his dark room through his mental break, he’s manipulated into believing he did kill her. however, he often tends to forget rachel is dead in the first place due to the trauma being blocked out. he is still responsible for working with jefferson, but he is only used for drugs and transportation, nathan has never actually killed before. this is disputed canon, but it’s what i go with in my writing. this is not to excuse or say nathan is innocent either — just that it’s more nuanced.

I’M EXTREMELY PRO AU AND OCS ! i love interacting with ocs and making new aus, and although i may not be the most active in conversations, please feel free to infodump and talk about them, especially during plotting so i can get a good grasp on your character(s) !

i will use icons but i am always writing on my phone. i cannot see my format in desktop so i do apologise if anything looks funky.

i’m not the most talkative, but i’m genuinely always open for plotting, just be patient with me ! my replies can take a day to a week or so during high activity.

i am OKAY with shipping but it’ll need to be developed healthily overtime once our characters click. it won’t be straight away at all due to nathan being a hard muse to get to know and easy to anger, distrust and instability.

VERSES :

main verse : a puppeted protégé — during life is strange. nathan is working with jefferson and his typical self. can be set any time along the timeline, before rachel, during rachel’s death, during the game with max. age 18. HIGH ACTIVITY.

secondary verse : the stains won’t leave my hands — alternate life is strange au — nathan manages to get out of jefferson’s manipulation early and gets him arrested. nathan is getting psychiatric help and is recovering. still guarded and sharp. age 19-upwards. HIGH ACTIVITY.

triad verse : bound to your namesake — original game premise au where sean prescott is involved/aware of the storm and knows about jefferson. the prescott family is involved in darker, more cryptic behaviour. the town of arcadia bay is destroyed by the storm with only those having the prescott bunkers surviving, leaving sean to become a kind of cult leader to the town — more supernatural and horror-orientated. age 18-upwards. SELECTIVE / MED ACTIVITY.

quad verse : time seems to end — set during the alternate universe in ep 3, where max is the ring leader and nathan is a friend of hers. wears blue. his ‘healthy’, kinder version where jefferson doesn’t get to him. cut connection with his dad and lives with his sister. both the most unusual and nicest verse. however he’s… stuck with another issue… age 18-upwards. SELECTIVE / MED ACTVITY.

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general info overview tba !!

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gotta reorganise my stuff on here but i will be writing on this blog again toniiiiight

[hangmvnstrick]

Indie, private & selective Amanda Young/The Pig, low activity roleplay blog. Tested by Liz.

[subzer0s]

𝒀𝑶𝑼  𝑨𝑹𝑬  𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑲  𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯  𝑾𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮,   AND  THAT  IS  WHAT  WILL  ALWAYS  HAUNT  YOU !!!!!!  [     …     ]    an  independent   +   private  multimuse  featuring  original horror  +  supernatural  muses.   chased  by  mira.

[hagiophagya]

you want to deceive him, but he, like you, has eyes, and uses them.

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thinking about returning 2 this blog soon……who wants a starter

[tv-and-movie-quotes]

Chemical Hearts (2020)

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꩜ MARTYR BLUE BOY, a familiar silhouette in the waking of a world entrenched in red, his softness sickened nathan — warren graham was his photography partner, no doubt in his mind that he was also damning this earth when he heard jefferson pair them together. he stood among the barren carpark of blackwell, watching warren trail out of the department with dragging heels, clutching a much cheaper camera between pale, clammy knuckles—nathan’s camera was instead held by a strap around his neck ; a badge of honor, a corruption of perception as long as it remained a collar chaining him to his true purpose. “ what you lookin’ so glum for, gayram ? ” prodding tone, gleeful gnawing on his exposed spine, looking for any weakness to exploit - this might be fun after all, “ who knows. maybe i could show you a thing or two about actual good photography. ” heh. who was he kidding. he didn’t have the eye, unlike nathan. nathan had the eyes for everything the world couldn’t see, at least that was what he was spoon-fed when he was good enough. he had to show him he was good enough.

@bloomifys / WARREN.

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random headcanon time : nathan never went out with anybody in blackwell despite his ‘ popularity ’ ( using that term loosely ) — this is due to both his unknown asexuality & aromantic identity, & his gay feelings deep down that made him highly unattracted / uninterested in anybody. the closest he ever got was with victoria, rumours that were shot down because he sees vic as a sisterly figure & stand-in for kristine. this is only something he realises past blackwell. additionally at vortex parties, despite his involvement he never got with anybody, & tended to stick with hayden & vic unless brought up for downing shots or taking photos with everyone.

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like 4 a small starter >:)

[bloomifys-deactivated20241215]

* ꪆ୧⠀⠀. . .⠀⠀꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ₊˚ .ᐟ ⠀⠀B.LOOMIFYS ── ✿  AN INDIE MULTI - MUSE DEDICATED TO STUDYING PERSONAL GROWTH &. THE ADORATION OF LIVING TRUTH ; WHAT MAKES SOMEONE HUMAN ?? AS PENNED BY CHIA. PLEASE READ GUIDELINES BEFORE FOLLOWING. ✿ , FIND MORE INFORMATION HERE .ᐟ

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IM BAAAAAAAAACK!

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020, standing in front of a painting at a museum. / KATE. @earthsync

꩜ MARBLE FLOOR / LOAFERS SCRAPE THE SURFACE - black veins below him branch to his feet & cut off at the white walls, hospital sheet white, but eyes stay down - focusing on the intricacies of the snaking paths formed under his slightly scuffed shoes. milling ants to a magnifying glass / his weight stomping out the winding lives of others. the reflection is uncanny, the polish blurred & only serving as an intensifier for the brightness that fills this space—it’s like standing amongst the sun. a star. a dying star. art museums always have this feel about them, magnificent yet empty, hollow - even. he flickers icy gaze toward the painting set ahead of him ( the flaying of marsyas, titian, 1570. ) —knife against soft skin - strung up, with a dog lapping the blood, & yet there is a twisted beauty in it. a kind of — celebration & invigoration from the figures partaking. revelling in misery.

a ghostly figure lingers past his peripheral, standing aside him - she stops to look at it, & he doesn’t study her face—mainly because as soon as he catches a good look at her, he freezes in place. kate marsh. cross bared - held in frail digits, hair slightly frazzled by the wind & golden in hue—with her pupils hiding a solemn apathy. the light from her eyes has been snuffed out since … well, since everything. nathan blinks. once. then twice. panicked breathes are concealed reaching his throat, only his chest showing how frantically he’s drawing air. fuck. be not afraid, her presence only a further blinding luminosity, even if dimmed, in this building, skirt trailing like folded wings. he can’t stop looking.

the marble below starts to move, the pathways of lives move on as he stands still, kate breathes still. he forgets how to, for a second. “ k.. kate ? ” is she even real ? she’s not dead but, how - how is she here ? “ kate, is that you ? ” nathan’s voice leaves his mouth but he doesn’t recall moving it to speak, “ holy shit. kate. i… ( apologies are fruitless. forgiveness is relative, but, he can’t help say it. what else is there to say ? ) i… i’m sorry. ” god forgives, but he knows it’s too late for that — he just wants to say it. expulsion of a sin, cleaning of a wound left untreated for far too long. it’s worth it to disinfect, even if it stings, even if it scars.

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“ if it falls, i would hold on for all it's worth. ” / @wiredsmile

꩜ A SIGH ESCAPES WORN MOUTH, jagged ivories gritting themselves against sandpaper tongue - a swallow back, a denial of what exactly this girl was saying, “ it’s not that serious. it’s not like— why do you care ? ” dead birds line the horizons of his dreams, dreary atmosphere floods senses as he hears frank’s rv clatter, the noise seems so far—the world around him like a spec as he is consumed by the sheer vast itself. negative space in a lens his eyes project. suzie sees nathan, this son of a rich entrepreneur, in a dirt stained red jacket he never seems to take off - jitters running up his body - he knows what she’s thinking. look at you—the pride of the family wasted. “ holding on… tch. when has that been worth it. ” the last part is a murmur, mainly to himself, all he does is fall, it’s an endless fall - the abyss a collective home.

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knuckles are bloodied from shards deep ; regret staining spite-ridden lips, denial like a childhood comfort -- BLIND PRIDE WILL BE YOUR UNDOING. HEIR, PROTÉGÉ, MARIONETTE TO THE LENS. prescott, your birthright is to ruin. / priv semi - canon divergent NATHAN PRESCOTT from life is strange. framed by shadow.

follows back & interacts from @ / vortexclu8 !

[yosukeh-a]

#YOSUKEH. ( like you. you're special to me, y'know? ) independent and highly selective YOSUKE HANAMURA from atlus's persona 4. mutually exclusive. divergent + headcanon based. the source material is highly triggering + mature source material, please exercise caution. very cross-over and oc friendly. written by eli ( he + him! ) please like ( ♡ ) or reblog ( ↻ ) if you're interested in writing with me. i hope to see y'all soon! highly connected with @narukahmi.

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“ i wouldn't fare well. hedgehog-under-a-van-wheel kind of wouldn't fare well. ” / @yosukeh

꩜ BLACKHELL SURE DID WEED OUT THE WEAK ; nathan found himself murmuring to some random kid, exchange student — if the vortex club found him chatting with this lacklustre nobody he’d be hounded for weeks, but in the sanctuary of the smokers den during chem class, he could talk to anybody, “ pl-ease, yosuke. it isn’t that bad. ” a misleading scoff as the last of his marlboro joins his lips, “ it’s a club for everybody. regardless of whether or not you’ve done coke or had alcohol poisoning. ” the sheer lies that split his vocal chords are harsh & he’s surprised he isn’t spluttering blood with how deadly they are. it’s all about social status, but he doesn’t know any better—makes it all the more fun when the clueless stumble into vomiting masses & pulsating techno that keeps you deaf for your next days classes, “ even if you did screw the whole night up, that’s still a night to remember, no ? ”