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#𝚁𝙸𝙿𝚃𝙸𝚁𝙴 ——— — “ everyday radioactivity . ——— — heavily canon — divergent jamison fawkes, originally est. 2016 .
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Jenny Holzer, The Living Series, 1980-82
average hater of ovw2 but clings to this muse for dear life. i’m too busy to find time to write but rat is my world k? k
An oldie I forgot to post
Fire of Love (Sara Dosa, 2022)
I am so itching to get back to writing it’s insane. Is the ovw rpc even alive these days
“birds beaks”
mobile theme: updated. skimming threads with my bf’s mei to work on before i even get to a starter call geez. 🏃♂️
some rat scribbles from the other night
Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947
climafroze!
mei approached the door to the balcony, letting it open up to the sight of a certain blond haired junker hunkered over the edge. immediately her senses were overwhelmed with the smell of tobacco and burning hair. a smell she always expected and was consistently put off by. it certainly didn’t help that she already wasn’t in a particularly great mood due to said certain someone’s antics.
she scoffed and rolled her eyes at his more than clearly annoyed tone. like he had the right.
“ sure , busy. yeah right. ” she huffed, and took a step closer, grimacing as the stench hanging around junkrat became just a little more prominent, “ busy with what? stealing other people’s food? ”
she crossed her arms across her chest, glaring at his back, hoping he’d get the hint and turn around to actually face her.
“ is that all you’re good for? huh? causing trouble? getting into other people’s things? you’re impossible. ” she paused for a moment, almost considering leaving there to let him respond before she continued, “i had an entire weeks worth of food in there! and it’s completely gone. and i know you did it. everyone else here knows better. ”
his nose scrunches at the accusations, teeth narrowly baring themselves in typical 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧; confrontation didn’t 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 with jamison. the cigarette ‘tween his lips is proof enough of a recent 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞 —— — something to hold the 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 down, &. if she could see the half empty packet 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 in his side pouch ...
“ fuck off. ” he’s ashing the ciggie in her direction, now leaning back onto the railing, a 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯 overtaking his usual ... cheery disposition. something about his 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 at the watchpoint set him off worse than they normally had; the myriad of 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 &. procedure had resulted in one too many forceful sedations in the recent months. ( &. so much fucking puking. he was sick of it. ) if his head wasn’t 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, he would’ve already thrown punches —— — he was burning the candle at both ends, &. 𝘮𝘦𝘪—𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘻𝘩𝘰𝘶 had just dosed him in gasoline.
“ i was hungry. is that a problem? ” his leg is bouncing now, “ i got fucking hungry. don’t everyone? was your name on ‘em? want me to pay you back? ” the cigarette has been put out against his torso— &. rigid metal digits are 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 scavenging for another in his pockets. “ i’d give ya millions to leave me alone. you want a 𝐟𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞 from ol’ fawkes? shove it. ”
Erin Lawlor,
What the Caterpillar Saw II 2017, oil on canvas, 140 x 100 cm