CALLER #666

private. written by penny.

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if yall need me, im on my multi  phlegmagics.    luzi is staying here on his own blog tho.

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happy halloween!    my luzi costume looks really good.....uh it’s frightening.    you’ll get pictures later tonight!

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*      praybird‌.

a  strange  euphoric  feeling  comes  to  mind  in  all  these  found  objects.   someone  out  there  is  wondering  where  their  little  things  have  gone  off  to  when  they  disappear.   then  there’s  those  who  don’t  even  realize  what’s  gone,  but  they’re  still  overcome  by  that  incomplete  thought.   these  missing  pieces,  they’re  in  her  hands  now.   she  likes  to  think  of  herself  that  way  too.   (there  i  was,  and  here  i’ve  gone.)   someone  upstairs  is  coming  to  the  wrong  conclusions.   she  is  making  her  own  puzzles  out  of  her  parts. 

“  i  know.   i  always  do.  ”    dead  things,  odd  things,  things  that  were  once  so  shiny  that  are  now  coated  in  rust.   she  likes  the  way  they  sit  on  her  shelf.   or  maybe  she’ll  bury  this  one  in  the  ground  where  no  one  else  can  find  it.   but  that  remains  undecided. 

he’s  had  enough  time  to  look,  but  it’s  time  to  return.   eleanor  snatches  her  spoon  back  in  one  swift  movement,  tucking  it  back  into  her  skirt  pocket.   she  hates  for  her  things  to  be  in  someone  else’s  hands  too  long,  even  with  luzi.   (she  knows  he  isn’t  the  sort  of  father  to  keep  things  out  of  reach.   but  some  habits  are  hard  to  unlearn.)   there  we  are  now,  safe  and  back  together  at  last.

    knowing her as someone he’s raised only came natural to him.    he never asked for her story.    not that he wanted it in the first place.    he knows within someone’s core that they’re rotting and it’s up to him to make a little living space for them underneath the dirt.    luzi doesn’t know about her going missing and coming back with some little bit of her taken.    like all the little trinkets she’s collected.    but they always say  ,  one man’s trash is another man’s treasure.    ellie is his little treasure.

    the instinct to grab back what is hers never catches him off guard.    creatures like them are selfish things so let her been savagely selfish.    a ravager of these things that now belong to her.   he doesn’t know her intentions with all of these things.    maybe they are the key to her  ,  completing what hole is left in her.    these are only wishful thoughts.    luzi knows she will not be fulfilled.    no one can do it for her.    nothing will be the paste.

     ❛      do  me  and  your  dad  get  to  keep  one  of  your  projects  you  do  ?      ❜    he asks as hand is shoved back into his pocket.    they merely mirror each other.    anything she does he’s proud of.    one doesn’t have to be born in the same blood to become family.     ❛     we’re  sickeningly  proud  of  you  and  we’d  like  to  show  it  off.      ❜

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*      closedialogue·.

SCENARIO:  strange  man  shows  up  unannounced,  rummaging  through  your  junky  apartment  -  what  do  you  do?   well,  for  starters,  they  wouldn’t  expect  him  to  be  dressed  in  a  fucking  suit  like  he’s  going  to  prom.   (what  kind  of  burglar  dresses  like  that?)   not  much  point  in  grabbing  the  phone,  the  police  are  never  help  anyways.   

RESOLUTION:  stand  in  the  doorway  and  stare  back  at  the  man.   yeah,  that  should  do  the  trick.   there’s  a  reason  they  keep  that  switchblade  on  their  ankle  after  all.

“  man,  i  gotta  tell  you,  you’re  not  going  to  find  anything  of  value.   not  unless  you're  looking  for  hello  kitty  merch.  ”    it  should  be  obvious,  considering  the  state  of  the  place.   but  of  course  he’d  be  bad  at  this,  he’s  wearing  a  goddamn  suit.   must  be  new  to  the  job.    “  i  can  give  you  a  suggestion,  the  building  across  down  the  block  probably  has  some  good  stuff.  ”

    the  devil  -  man  makes his stance straight and presentable in the middle of their room.    standing there as if he has visited here before and is awaiting for them to return something to him.    the thing is  ,  nothing in this room belongs to him.    business is the name and talk is the game.    charming is sickening  ,  but relating is comforting.    a smile looks pasted onto his face as hands overlap each other atop a cane.

    ❛      oh  !    that  might  be  perfect.      ❜    the mention of hello kitty and pink hikes up an eyebrow.   the longer he thinks on it  ,  ellie wouldn’t like it.    he can already see her tossing it across the room and making a scene.    it’s not so embarrassing  ,  but something to be ashamed of on his part.    ❛      actually    ...    might  you  have  something  that  ,  say  ,  a  parasitic  little  nit  would  want  to  keep  on  her  shelf  ?       ❜

[psychoticcharm]

[swampthingy]

8 more days till Halloween…

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*      praybird‌.

“  no.   i  found  it.  ”   found  is  a  rather  generous  word  to  use  here.   but  he  doesn’t  need  the  details,  the  actual  events  of  obtaining  objects  are  never  so  important.   its  previous  home  surely  won’t  miss  it,  much  less  notice  it’s  gone.   luzi’s  eyes  are  always  quick  to  spot  any  changes  to  her  collection  shelf.   very  clever  indeed,  she’ll  give  him  that. 

the  object  of  the  moment  is  a  metal  spoon,  ornate  detailing  at  its  handle.   a  little  rusty  perhaps,  but  it’s  caught  her  eye  regardless.   finders  keepers. “  it’s  mine  now.  ”   she  can’t  be  swayed  otherwise.

     ❛      hm.      ❜    hum vibrates from his throat.    all of the little trinkets ellie collects isn’t much of his concern.    stolen or given to her  ,  he knows that such little things mean nothing to its owner.    everyone dies in the end  ,  isn’t that the motto  ?    she can have it all and he’ll let her take what she pleases.    there’s always marvel in something going missing.    people become obsessed with it.

    luzi looks at the spoon  up  ,  down  ,  under  ,  the  side.    he holds it up to the space in between his eyes to examine the bridge of the spoon.    there are no crooks to be found.     ❛      this  is  in  good  shape.    you  have  a  good  eye  ,  dear.      ❜

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in honor of ellie coming back,    like for a starter  !

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Harley Weir

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starter  call    :    @praybird​.

    walking into her room he stands at the doorway.    pause for dramatic effect and then continue walking in.    initially he had walked in to ask her of a favor until he spots something out of the corner of his eye.    little trinkets collected over the years blended in with wallpaper and background noises.    complaints of an object missing posed as music to the ears.    something here is new and he wasn’t around to see it.    he picks it up  ,  turns it to her.

     ❛      did  your  dad  give  this  to  you  ?      ❜    larson has been slowly growing into the family.    finding home in terror.    he’s learning.

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Corey Olsen

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starter  call    :    @closedialogue.

    hold on  ,  everything is still.    is he lost  ?    not possible since he arrives some place within reason.    some place where humidity has just become another day to get over with.    that’s not a temperature he’s used to  ,  but it doesn’t really seem to bother him.    living where it is suggested to be permanently hot doesn’t seem like out of the blue to him

    this room he’s in is very tidy and put together.    clothes folded almost by color or they all just look the same because they’re all some variation of brown.    a monochrome spectrum  ,  but when he turns around there is something of more taste.    little trinkets bought from some antique hands.    someone is coming.    perfect.    time to discuss business.

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ellie & luzi unintentionally having matching urls... the devil family reclaiming religious imagery... more likely than you think

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in honor of ellie coming back,    like for a starter  !

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LOL he looks so grown up with the haircut and the mustache…aaawww

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can we talk about how luzi likes to wear heeled boots.    thigh high boots.    Him is his real inspiration.

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*      knottberry·.

gary’s  smile  freezes  in  place,  his  mouth  half  open  to  speak.    “    sorry  –  wait,  what?   ”    maybe  he’s  just  not  used  to  seeing  people’s  at  eye  level.   it's  an  odd  reaction  to  have.   wipe  that  smile  off  your  face.   oh,  if  he  only  knew  how.    “   so,  did  you  not  want  to  see  me  hold  my  breath  or … ?   ”    

he’s  definitely  lost  on  some  of  the  key  details.   gary  swallows  his  smile  and  replaces  it  with  a  look  somewhere  between  confusion  and  curiosity.   well,  this  is  just  too  much.

those  instincts  are  hinting  at  something  peculiar  in  the  air,  although  he’s  stumped  to  try  and  put  a  name  to  it.   it’s  not  a  human  man  staring  back  at  him.   but  it’s  not  like  him  either.   it’s  something  else,  something  new.   no,  he  probably  shouldn’t  say  anything  on  the  matter  yet.   “   um,  i  work  at  knott’s.   do  you  go  there  a  lot?   that’s  probably  where  you’d  seen  me.   ”

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    ❛      no  ,  i  don’t.     ❜    he sharply replies as he looks at the other with near disgust.    who gave him the ability to live until there are no more days to count  ?    did this guy really deserve it  ,  but whatever life he’s living right now is not ideal to someone who could be considered a god.    it made luzi laugh even thinking about him being under that term.

    the cane he held in one hand then was held by both and stamped into the concrete.    patience is wearing thin with this one and it’s almost like it isn’t worth his precious time to be messing with this one.    luzi still keeps a look of determination so much that his lips are tightly wound.    ❛      i  didn’t  say  i  recognized  you.    i  said  i  know  what  you  are.      ❜     hand reached out to knock on his forehead.    wipe  that  smile  of  your  face.    ❛      being  alive  this  long  really  done  it’s  numbers  ,  huh  ?      ❜

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*      facetheft.

SHE  WONDERS   HOW   LONG  HE’S  BEEN  THERE  ,   now  that  she  feels  his  presence  fully  ,   now  that  she  can  clearly  see  every  symptom  ,  every  chip  on  the  wall  his  presence  carved  around  her  awareness .       SEEING  ,  HOWEVER   ,   IS  NOT  UNDERSTANDING  !        &   understand  she  does  not  .   she  taps  her  head  against  the  door,  softly .   a  confusion  that  swirls  her  world  around  her  head  leaving  her  dizzy  and  cold  ,   supernaturally  so  .   she  turns  around  to  face  it ,   this  entity  ,    and  finds  that  it  smiles  .    

every  so - called  god  she  ever  met  did  .    all  of  them  ,     beautiful  and  smiling  .        sharp  ,  unassuming  ,   powerful .     whereas    here  …       there  was   a   stark   difference  .   she  felt  the  power  ,   yes  ,   it     surrounded     her  ,   completely  .  but  the  sharpness  seemed  to  be  merely  reserved  for  the  wit  ,    for   his   appearance  was  most   remarkable  .        𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝘩𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑑𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑙𝑦?      he   should  ask  ,    all   devils  always  do  .   in  fiction  ,   at  least  .     this  one  ,   opposite  to  his  peers  ,    grinned  and  it  made  her  spine  feel  cold   as  ice  ,   sharp  as  a  knife  .      (   cut  me  open  !     )           ❛❛    who  are  you  ?     ❜❜  

    wallpaper is beginning to peel.    oh  no  ,  is this his doing  ?    his presence making this room deteriorate with him because they always say he is the bringing of death.    that’s not his job  ,  he can’t steal that position from someone else.    something else must be here with them.    how precarious.    like that wallpaper pattern seems to disappear in the might.    what’s to tell is hiding in the dark  ?    as she stands beside him  ,  her gaze away and within the wideness of the door  ,  he looks at her with sympathetic eyes.    he  is  mimicry.    a sick atonement so that whoever seeks him may feel comfort.    a hand rises to the side of her face  ,  but only two inches away  ,  to curve the slop of her jaw.    cradle the doomed.

    ❛      how  do  you  not  know  by  now  ?      ❜    eyes depart from her and around the room.    not only here  ,  but he seems to know what is above  ,  beside  ,  and two doors down from them.    there’s something monotone in that sentence.   the tone is like they’ve been friends for so long and now they are finally meeting.    ❛      c’mon  ,  aren’t  we  both  just  ghosts  ?    wanna  be  somewhere  in  the  background  ?    or  is  that  offensive  ?      ❜