soul-poor.

he was a man. now he's just a bag of garbage.

[ryfts]

thinking real hard about making a mary woronov character

[ubysm-blog]

fun things!

ernie’s a walking talking dead zone. he’ll interrupt your mobile phone signal, your radio, take down your wifi, etc

this also means he can’t be called or texted on a cell. he owns a rotary phone

he enjoys sending and receiving letters! he gets more creative and personal with time

can’t stream movies or tv 8(

[ryfts]

         ‘ honey. ’ roberta is balanced precariously between amusement and exhaustion (both of which read plain as day in her tone, body language) and hopes with all of her might that basil is able to read between the lines. her shift is coming to a close, so she’s scheduled to start unwinding within the hour. but for now— ‘ you know you been hummin’ and singin’ the same two lines’a that ditty since you got here? ’

@chromoluminous,  bertie.

[ryfts]

bornglitch.

            ❝ huh? ❞ truth be told, v had been focused on the tarantula crawling up their arm, and the snake resting on the crown of their head in the mockery of a halo. they blink up at merry and they look reasonably human ( purple haired, sure, and eyes like opals, but still human ). they grin. it’s all human, no inhuman sharp teeth.

          ❝ kinda took these creatures off someone b'cause the snake wasn’t shedding. ❞

the realization that none of this bothers him as it used to is, funnily enough, a little bothersome. merry folds his arms over his chest, slouches further into his seat, and pushes gently outward with the toe of his shoe at something small and skittery that’s been trying to climb a leg.

         ‘ oh, ’ he says, and pinches his brow. ‘ you did it a favor? ’

[ryfts]

hivebite‌.

          it hears that, and turns to look at him as it does. it’s eery, invokes the sort of spine-chilling sensation that one might feel if someone turned to look at you after you’d said something behind a two-way mirror with all the microphones off  —  there’s no way it could have heard with these ears. the bird perched atop the truck stop flies away, as though its business here is complete. khthonios approaches, head tilted.

          ‘ american? ’

he stiffens, all capacity for rational thought and reasonable reaction sapped from him in an instant, and knows before he’s tried it that he’ll have lost his ability to speak a full, smooth sentence. did it hear that, or is the timing coincidental? has it assessed him, or is he an easy read?

         ‘ ... obvious? ’

[ryfts]

astralcrafts‌.

            ❝ definitely. ❞ a light, almost sincere sounding, quip. the tree’s only half decorated— he’d claim it was so his wolfdog didn’t snatch ornaments, but wichita is better behaved than that. his returning smile is sheepish, a bit sad. ❝ would you really? i'd– i’d appreciate it. ❞

because a healthy dose of softness strikes him as something billy might need, ernie stretches to a suitable height, steadies himself on his toes, and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth.  ‘ of course. no charlie brown christmas for you. ’

[belladoesrpmeme]

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♡

For the fluff and soft hearted, here is another lists of sentence starters that has the highest potentiality to turn into a soft scenarios. Feel free to change any pronouns / sentence structure according to your muse’s preference!     TRIGGER WARNING:   N/A.

“I never noticed your eyes were this [colour].”

“Your heartbeat’s really loud.”

“You asleep?”

“I like this, being so close to you.”

“Your hair keeps falling into your eyes, do you know that? Here, lemme just—”

“You’re so, so, so pretty.”

“I just — I’m breathless, okay? Whenever I’m with you, it happens.”

“You make my heart beat so quick.”

“You always know how to make me smile.”

“You’ll always be safe with me.”

[Kisses the other on the cheek]

“Always.”

“I can’t imagine being anywhere but here with you.”

“All my choices lead me to you.”

“I’ll never give you up.”

“I sleep better if you’re around.”

“You snore in your sleep. But… it’s adorable, okay?”

“I like this. A quiet breakfast with you.”

“There’re billions of people on this planet, and I love you. How incredible is that?”

“I trust you.”

[Holds the other’s hand when they think the other won’t notice]

“You keep staring at me instead of watching the film. What’s up?”

“Let’s push all of these stuff away. I wanna dance here right now with you.”

“Are we really doing this? Are we really slow-dancing?”

“When you laugh like that, it just — you’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“No, sorry, you laughed. I … I never saw it before. It’s — pretty.”

“You haven’t laughed in a long time, and I guess I was staring ‘cause I forgot how that looked like.”

[Puts head on the other’s shoulder]

“I will never let you go.”

“You’re the best thing to have ever happened to me.”

“You wrote me a song?”

“You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.”

[Suddenly feels around the bed to search for the other’s hand / body when they’re sleeping]

[Extends a hand when they see the other was searching for it while they’re sleeping]

“I just feel calmer. When I’m with you.”

“You’re not in bed. I came looking for you.”

“What are you doing up? Come to bed.”

“It’s weird. I never thought I could feel like this, but you showed up. Now, it’s like I don’t wanna go on knowing I might lose the feeling.”

“I don’t mind sharing the blankets with you.”

“You’re cold. Come here.”

“You always do that. You always warm me up.”

“Stay.”

“It’s getting crowded. Here, hold my hand.”

[Hugs for a very long time]

[Puts feet on the other’s lap]

“I’m so proud of you, you know that?”

“I love you.”

[iamdinomartins]

Danny Kaye in On the Riviera (1951)

[ryfts]

exaltcdone‌.

❛ @ryfts​ ; ❄️.  ( for beloved roberta. )

Bertie. Bertie, look a’ me, a mhuirnín. ( Brighid relinquishes her pick-up tool onto the tabletop. ) I can see– it’s okay t’be frustrated. ( She says, evenly, eyes as gentle as she can make them. She never remembers how much she needs to de-escalate until someone in her inner circle is….escalating. ) 

I know tissue paper and Mod Podge– it’s– it’s hard. I know. You have t’work very fast, and. It’s sticky. ( Brighid looks at the thin strips of green and grey, ripped up and stuck to the table, then at her own barely-begun luminary in front of her. Flat-backed glass marbles form two uniform rings underneath the jar’s lip, one red, one clear. ) 

Would you like to– ( She smooths a single marble between her shredded thumb and pointer finger and smiles her kindest, gentlest smile– one last attempt to nip the rising tensions in the bud. ) I think we should switch jars. I can help you, with the quick-dry.

bertie doesn’t raise her voice — it isn’t her wont to begin with, but the perpetually brighid-focused portion of her brain knows better than to break pattern and back her into a corner. her temper, which has cooled from hot to below tepid since they met, only bears itself by way of a playful-angry noise. half grunt, half whine, and accompanied by a pair of mod-podged, gift-wrapped, and airborne hands.

         ‘ i was workin’ fast, wudn’t i? ’ she points at brighid’s area. the paper (amongst other supplies into which roberta has leaned) hanging off of her from her fingers to her elbows lends more comedic effect to the gesture than intended. ‘ i am not touchin’ that, baby. i won’t ruin a perfect thing if i can help it. ’

she lifts her eyebrows, lowers her cheek unwisely into a sticky palm, and adds, a little distantly, ‘ maybe i oughtn’t touch you, either, come’da think of it. ’ a childish grumble: ‘ perfect, you are, and i got the audacity to touch you all the time like i know what i’m doin’. ’

[ryfts]

         ‘ you find tinsel distracting, billy? ’ ernie picks at one of the branches of his christmas tree, turns the artificial pine between his fingers, and offers a sweet, small smile to express his understanding. he couldn’t, wouldn’t, won’t judge for the abandoned effort. ‘ i can help you make it less— sad, if you want. ’

@astralcrafts!

[ryfts]

guardstime.

          ❝ not a day over 25, my dear, ❞ asa is quick to grin, pearly whites and amusement. she studies merry after she’s had her grins and quiet laugh. while she can see people’s age reflected above and around them, whatever v had done to take him away from the mortal coil was muddying her efforts. her smile is sad. ❝ i’m afraid i can’t tell you that. v’s messed with that part of being able to tell. i’m sorry, merry. ❞

he waves her off, his smile polite but twisted on one side with a little embarrassment, a little melancholy. it’s the answer he’d wished against and anticipated in equal measure. i’m sorry, merry. well, who isn’t when they know his story?

         ‘ on second thought, ’ he lies for her benefit. ‘ i might sleep easier if i don’t know. ’

[bills-skarsgards]

Benicio Del Toro in Cannes Man (1997)

[ryfts]

exaltcdone‌.

@ryfts ; 🐾.

–The doodle-lookin’ dog is back. ( Brighid is practically vibrating with excitement. ) I was on my way over– over from work and he just– he just jumps out from a snowdrift an’ barrels into me with all he’s got!! To tell me hello!! ( She enthuses, beaming. It’s a wonder she hasn’t dragged her long-suffering best friend Melo into helping her steal him already, but the playful glint in her eye seems to suggest she might wheedle this polished young gentleman into her scheme instead.

Her tone sobers. ) I do worry about him, though. He always looks so lost and– and alone. No collar or anyt’ing. And-and-and it’s gettin’ so cold out. ( She shakes her head. ) Ought t’just. Take him home sometime. ( She casts a sidelong look out of the window as though the dog in question were waiting there. ) 

Talkin’ of which. Sure y’don’t need a lift home? ( One last glance, just in case. Nope. ) Supposed t’snow. 

as unsubtle as she is — and a dominant part of merrill figures he’s meant to see right through — he finds himself terribly endeared by the effort. he folds his paper, saving an article on the prohibition for when he’s cozy at home with a snifter of legal-but-is-it? hooch, and fixes her with a smile as kind and understanding as his rubber (and theatrically-trained) face will allow.

         ‘ i didn’t factor the snow, ’ he says, because he hadn’t heard there’d be any. he wrinkles around the eyes. ‘ i might take you up on it, after all. i live— ’ 

merry starts to point in the direction of his house, then remembers where she’s been throwing glances, and turns his finger with a twirl toward the dog. ‘ that’a way. ’

[ryfts]

they won’t take  ‘ go to hell ’  for an answer.     what are you going to do?     i’m gonna give them directions.       /       horror original characters.

[ryfts]

         ‘ oh, this must be the longest of shots. ’ it sounds pretty flat and uninterested, as far as lead-ins go. he’s expecting to be disappointed. ‘ you got any idea how old i am? you know, not by— you know, appearance. ’cause the answer to that is ‘not a day over 25.’ ’ he aims and flashes a grin at asa. ‘ in earth years. i don’t know when we are, see? ’

@guardstime,  merry.

[ryfts]

         ‘ your quiet is givin’ me the shakes, here, vee. ’ he’s managed to keep his hands busy to distract from his sincerity, though not his mouth, which twitches as if struggling to hold shut around a secret. 

what’s more in the way of betraying his not-quite-snuffed humanity, merry has been hissing curses as he’s pricked and snipped and stapled himself instead of the pinstriped suit he’s attempting to patch.

         ‘ what atrocities have you committed today? ’

@bornglitch,  merry.

[ryfts]

roberta has been trapped in the thin veil since 2011. she’s more or less accustomed to the ways of liminal spaces.

ernesto has only been here since early 2018.

merrill has been stuck since the late 1920s. lucky him! he’ll always have the most answers. he’s also the most resigned to what has become of his “life.”