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okay but.... what if i revamped... to regain writing motivation here...
am i adding wednesday addams? yes. will wednesday be an autistic they/she? absolutely. does this mean that i’ll actually write here more often and not be fixated on dean? likely not.
╰ º ✧ 。── 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐘𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋·
* 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 , 𝒔𝒉𝒆’𝒔 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚 . or at least – pretending that she is comes a lot easier . it’s rare for her to allow that to slip in front of others ( usually so preoccupied with them to even think of her own losses ) … but there are nights like this , when jacob is tucked safely away , that the weight of it all becomes unbearable . suffocating in grief , she tries her best to wipe away the tears – stood in her bedroom mirror and scrubbing angrily at her face with calloused hands . she is no longer soft , she is no longer pure . sam enters , and she gasps , immediately turning away with a flash of brunette hair . but she doesn’t open her mouth to tell im to leave . she wouldn’t .
the hunt they had teamed up on was a tough one for her , as are any vampire related incidents . crystal had thought that she hid it well , but … that was obviously not the case . his presence alone had frightened her free of tears , and when he speaks she manages to turn and look him in the eye . a faltering smile of her own tries its best to stay firm , grateful for the common understanding he has to offer . young mother sniffles , arms crossing over her body in a self soothing hug . “ i know … ” crys nods , swallowing . and she does – her bloodsoaked introduction to all of this still plays on repeat when her eyes so much as blink . “ i’ll be fine – really . i can handle this . ” she has to . after all , her soul is already damned , what good is everything she has been through if she doesn’t use it to help people ?
────── hazel fixates on the streaks of salt on her cheeks , the slight shake of her shoulders as he speaks , the way that her body attempts to soothe itself ────── there’s a kindness in her heart that hunting had never been able to steal away , the type that offers tears rather than fury . sam had been like that long ago , before the love of his life had been ripped from his arms , before he’d watched her burn on the roof of their shared apartment ; all empathy had been replaced by the cold - hearted hunter that stood before her now , a shell of the man that he’d once been , a mirror of the father that he’d so desperately hated during his adolescence . sam can’t help but wonder when the anguish twists into something more foreign , when the pain fades away and the job becomes easier , or if it ever happens in the first place ⁽ ʲᵒʰⁿ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵃ ʷʳᵉᶜᵏ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒˢˢ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵃʳʸ , ᵒⁿˡʸ ʰⁱˢ ᵍʳⁱᵉᶠ ʰᵃᵈ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ʰⁱˢ ᵃˡᶜᵒʰᵒˡⁱˢᵐ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵃᵈⁱˢᵐ ⁻⁻⁻ ˢᵃᵐ ʳᵉᶠᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵃˡˡᵉˡˢ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉⁿ ʰⁱˢ ᵒʷⁿ ᵉˣⁱˢᵗᵉⁿᶜᵉ ⁿᵒʷ ⁾ ; she’d mentioned that vampire hunts were always harder , but he can’t help but wonder if it’s because of how human they appear at the end of the day . ❝ some of us don’t have the stomach to be murderers . ❞ he’s grossly misreading the situation and the sadness ridden on her features , but he can’t help but wonder how maternal instinct could combat the work that they’re doing ; the need to protect tainted by the thirst for vengeance and blood .
❝ not everyone has to become a hunter . there are other ways to help , without getting your hands dirty . ❞ and maybe dean wouldn’t agree , but crystal seemed relatively new to this life , and sam thinks that she deserves another option ; maybe he hadn’t lost his humanity altogether . ❝ there are researchers out there , who help hunters with the work that they do . networkers who keep us all connected . . . there’s more than this life out there for you , for jacob . ❞ and maybe it’s sam’s own selfishness taking over , his own resentment toward being raised into this lifestyle , his desperation for attempts at normalcy taking over completely .
THE TRIX
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╰ º ✧ 。── 𝗘𝗫𝗜𝗟𝗔𝗘
“ YEAH BUT UH [ … ] THIS IS LIKE A TERRIBLE , TERRIBLE IDEA ! ” your voice is raised , to an extent . above a whisper shouts your breathy words at the other’s ear . you know this is hardly the worst of what could &* has been done , yet you feel the anxiety clawing at your throat . russian super secret operations in the mall ? sure , you can handle that . the police station in the small town you’re convinced could swallow you whole ? it’s akin to being in the belly of a monster , scraping off the sides trying your best to clime on out , but you keep slipping . there is comfort , however , in you not being alone ( a new sensation you are doing your best to get used to , loneliness once all consuming like rot in your brain / who could’ve guessed that all it took were some monsters you have yet to understand ) .
“ i - i [ … ] god fine i’m coming . ” you stumble over your words as if they were your feet , finding balance quickly &* permanently becoming an everlasting chore in your life . “ i’m not even sure the cops have anything on eddie ! besides [ … ] y’know his trailer [ … ] &* the drugs , but nothing concrete ! ”
────── hairpin is slid back into the pockets of axl’s leather pants , and they suppress the lingering eye roll in favour of slipping past @exilae into the quiet station ; all of the cops were out on their witch hunt for eddie , hoping to find the monster in charge for all the deaths in town ⁽ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᵃˡ ᵐᵒⁿˢᵗᵉʳ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉⁱʳ ᵐⁱⁿⁱˢᶜᵘˡᵉ ᵐⁱⁿᵈˢ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵖʳᵉʰᵉⁿᵈ , ᵃ ᵇᵉᵃˢᵗ ᶠᵃʳ ᵘⁿˡⁱᵏᵉ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ʰᵃˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢᵉᵉⁿ , ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃˣˡ ᵈᵒᵘᵇᵗˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ’ᵈ ˡⁱˢᵗᵉⁿ ⁾ , and they suppose that the cops being shit at their jobs is a perk for team - freak . ❝ i’d rather be sure . ‘sides , we can learn how to best help eddie . he’s practically a sitting duck right now [ . . . ] just waiting to be caught by the cops or jason . ❞ they barely hide the bitterness in tone as carver’s name is spoken , the way that visage winces and fists curl ────── once upon a time , axl had been best friends with jason , with chrissy , with everyone that now sought out to crucify eddie . how ridiculous their life had been before eddie had saved her .
❝ you ever been in here before ? ❞ axl assumes that the answer is no by the anxiety that fills the room , the way that robin’s voice shakes as each syllable is hissed past clenched teeth . ❝ promise nothing bad’ll happen . ‘nd if we get caught , you can just say that i made the devil possess you , or whatever bullshit carver is pushing these days . ❞
now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend ────── you crack the whip ────── shape - shift and trick the past again
i'll send you my ʟᴏᴠᴇ on a wire ⁽ ˡⁱᶠᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵘᵖ, ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ ⁾
╰ º ✧ 。── 𝗕𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗘
hope has a loyalty towards her sister that not many, if any at all, get to experience. she’s the only one in the world that has gone through the same trials that hope has, THE SAME TRAUMA AND DISASTER. they get into scuffles from time to time, but underneath the typical sibling interactions, they were inseparable. A JOINT PAIR, in it until the end. to hear nora’s adamant, even if quiet, refusal is a twist in her gut, a broken rib, a cut heartstring. her face twists in disbelief, lips slightly agape in the midst of processing the passive admission that she’d rather be here than with her. ❝ you’re not ready? what else could you possibly need from this town, nora? brenner is dead, that’s the end of it. ❞
HAPPY. hope could laugh, but it would be rooted from anything but humor. putting aside that it killed her inside to learn that nora’s been ‘truly happy’ living a life that hope’s not apart of, how could she be satisfied in a town that’s done so much harm to her? TO THEM? hope inhales a sharp breath as nora enters her mind with ease, but she feels nothing from the memories that aren’t hers. they could never replace the pain and anguish of her own, could never compensate for all that was taken. ❝ they’re not your family. we were taken from them for so long and you’re just replacing them with this fantasy, taking place in the middle of our nightmare? ❞
────── it’s the exact response that nora had expected as soon as she’d felt hope’s presence in hawkins ; disgust , anger , upset ────── nora could feel every single emotion in the pit of her stomach before they flash over hope’s features . ❝ this town is different than we realized . nobody here knew about the lab , about the secrets that it held . ❞ nobody had known about the torture that they’d endured over the decade that brenner had held them captive ⁽ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ʸᵉᵃʳˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇʳᵉⁿⁿᵉʳ ʰᵃᵈ ˡⁱᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉᵐ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ , ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵉ’ᵈ ˢʷᵒʳⁿ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ⁾ , not until eleven had escaped , until she’d helped members of the town see the truth . ❝ there’s still so much here . brenner or not , they still need my help [ . . . ] our help . ❞ because that had been the plan all along ────── find eleven , figure out what the hell was going on in hawkins , gaining enough information before she’d been able to report back to @bentrule . even nora had to admit that she might’ve gotten a little distracted along the way ────── too jaded by the normalcy that she and hope had never been afforded , too amazed by the connections that eleven had been able to create ────── but she’d never lost track of the final goal .
❝ hawkins is in trouble . eleven needs us . ❞ at the end of the day , the children in the lab were just as much their responsibility ; it was their fault that brenner’s experiments had begun in the first place , it was their fault that eleven and the others had been tortured for so long . ❝ we are powerful enough to stop the monsters targeting the town . ❞ there was far too much blood on their hands already , far too much red tarnishing their ledgers . ❝ we can’t just let innocents die . ❞