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[salvationdaysss]

🕰️　 　 ៹   ‎   ‎   ‎ you   ‎   ‎  shares   ‎   ‎ the   ‎   ‎  same   ‎   ‎  fate   ‎   ‎  as   ‎   ‎  the   ‎   ‎  people   ‎   ‎  you   ‎   ‎  hate,

SALVATION DAY    ⁝     an independent southern gothic and americana band exploring themes of love as a religion, devotion as self - destruction, regaining freedom and clarity in the wake of catastrophe, and coming from something monstrous and knowing it all ends with sainthood or damnation. formed by seven childhood friends from bumfuck nowhere, appalachia, salvation day gained a cult following after their old vlogs where they trespassed into abandoned homes, buildings, and mines to get high, drink, and rant about life went viral. SALVATION DAY    ⁝    the hit southern appalachian band presented to you   by   mulder.   minors   dni.   twenty1+   only.   rated ma.   mature   themes   will   be   present   including,   but   not   limited   to   :   drug   use   and   scenes   of   sexual   nature,   horror   and   gore. this is a sideblog, so i can't follow back !

RULES   ‎   ‎  AND   ‎   ‎  MUSES   ‎   ‎  UNDER   ‎   ‎  THE   ‎   ‎  CUT.

🪷　 　 ៹   ‎   ‎   ‎ you   ‎   ‎  build   ‎   ‎  yourself   ‎   ‎  up   ‎   ‎  against   ‎   ‎  other's   ‎   ‎  feelings,

WANTED   ‎   ‎ OPPOSITES.   ‎   ‎ WANTED   ‎   ‎ PLOTS.    ‎   ‎ OPEN   ‎   ‎ STARTERS.

🚗　 　 ៹   ‎   ‎   ‎ and   ‎   ‎  it   ‎   ‎  left   ‎   ‎  you   ‎   ‎  feeling   ‎   ‎  empty   ‎   ‎  as   ‎   ‎  a   ‎   ‎  car   ‎   ‎  coasting   ‎   ‎  downhill.

rules are very simple : no jackass shit. no godmodding where it's not necessary. no metagaming. no drama. this is also a low activity blog, so please be patient. i don't mind the occasional nudges for replies, but i'll probably lose muse faster if it ever becomes constant. all muses are bisexual. please be aware that i may also write dark and complex themes and characters, but it isn't in any way condonement of them in real life. banned faceclaims include : anyone deceased, under twenty1, or those severely problematic or convicted of crimes.

band members. individual biographies are work in progress.

aydin demirci, played by oktay çubuk. lead vocals. thatcher banks, played by harris dickinson. lead guitar. gideon rockwell, played by jacob elordi. rhythm guitar. malachi raines, played by agustin della corte. bass. ransom cassadine, played emilio sakraya. drums. cruz sepulcro, played by danny ramirez. keyboard. emmett bledsoe, played by austin butler. trumpet, saxophone, flugelhorn.

[salvationdaysss]

revamped thee main ... who knows ... might write @perfectimg

[wishwiillow]

open : m / nb. f (if non⸺romantic). who : bodhi mehta, a gas station employee in buttfuck nowhere, just trying to make a living.

" i mean, yeah, you're attractive but i'm not letting you have all this plus your gas for free. this is a gas station, not a charity. "

[salvationdaysss]

‘ but i heard everyone in this town's supposed to be welcoming ' n generous people, ’ leon feigned wryness in his voice, but they both knew the sentiment was a big, fat fucking lie. all he'd ever heard from the townsfolks who actually struck conversations since he moved here were words of warning and caution about which residents to stay away from, almost as if the town was a breeding ground for paranoia and suspicion. and then, there were the other townsfolks who simply looked at him like he was an invasive species that needed to purged from their systems. he counted at least three churches in town during his last excursion, but love thy neighbor wasn't a commandment practiced here. ‘ but i'm just busting your balls, man, ’ leon laughed, glancing down at the stockpile of beef jerky he'd placed on the counter before bringing his gaze back to the gas station attendant. ‘ i don't even have a car to put gas in, really just walked here from my cabin. but you can ring up all the jerkies. gotta survive somehow when y'all don't have any food delivery services ' round here. ’

[wishwiillow]

open : m / nb. who : ovie okoro, lead singer for bluntroaches. he basks in his sex appeal and often uses it to his advantage.

" i mean we're not really at the stage to be having groupies, but, i wouldn't turn you down. after all, it gets pretty lonely in that double bed of mine. how 'bout it? "

[salvationdaysss]

‘ groupie ? ’ surprise was immediately displayed in slow blinks, and let the pause be a chance for the singer to laugh it off and suggest the sentiment was a simple joke. but the other man didn't recant, and march couldn't help the sheepish smile curled his lips up as warmth rushed to his cheeks and turned them ruddy. ‘ i wasn't— ... i'm not trying to sleep with you, believe it or not. ’ but march wasn't blind either. charming & handsome, there had to be a line of people waiting for the singer to look at them with reciprocated desire. alas, he didn't want to be just notch to the body count, especially when that wasn't at all the reason why he approached the singer anyway. ‘ i didn't say all those things because i wanted to fuck you, i just actually enjoyed your set and appreciated the art. nothing more to it. ’

[angelprompts]

welcome to the holiday season!   ♡   feel free to change anything as needed.  happy writing ᵔᴗᵔ

“a snowball fight? seriously  -  are we twelve?”

“there’s a blizzard outside; i think you should stay here until it passes.”

“what’s on your wishlist this year?”

“come on! let’s cross something off of the winter bucket list. it can be anything you want.”

“someone gave me literal coal..?”

“do you want to go look at the lights and decorations with me?”

“i got us matching ugly christmas sweaters!”

“you don’t expect me to wear this ugly christmas sweater out, right..?”

“i hate this time of the year.”

“i’ve never made this recipe before. can you try it and let me know what you think?”

“do you have any holiday traditions?”

“are you cold? here  -  take my jacket.”

“will you please go to my parents’ dinner and pretend to be my partner for the evening? i don’t know how much more i can take of them asking about my relationship status.”

“i think i waited to long to do my gift shopping again this year.”

“i can’t keep it a secret anymore! i have to tell you what i got you, okay?—”

“you didn’t have to get me anything!”

“i spiked the egg nog.”

action prompts:

include  ‘⮀’  to reverse who does the action

[ catch ]  for the sender to catch the receiver when they fall while ice skating

[ gingerbread ]  for our muses to build a gingerbread house together

[ homemade ]  for the sender to give the receiver a homemade gift (bonus if you specify what it is)

[ peak ]  for the receiver to catch the sender trying to peak at their gift(s)

[ mistletoe ]  for our muses to realize they’re standing under a mistletoe together

[ shopping ]  for our muses to go gift shopping together

[ ski resort ]  for our muses to take a trip to a ski resort

[ my angel ]  for the sender’s muse to put a picture of the receiver on top of their tree instead of a star / angel

[ snowball fight ]  for the sender to throw a snowball at the receiver and initiate a snowball fight

[ cancelled ]  for our muses’ flight to get cancelled due to the poor weather conditions and now have to entertain themselves while they wait

[ presents ]  for our muses to exchange and open presents

[ blanket ]  for the sender to wrap the receiver in a big, warm blanket

[ party ]  for our muses to attend a holiday party together

[ mess ]  for the sender to trip and accidentally spill egg nog on the receiver

[thcrnhills-deactivated20260311]

' bribing the bartender huh, bold move. ' grinning in the males direction, eyes set in pure lust. many before him had made bold moves such the usual free drink. adding a promise at the end, that was new. ' hm, how can i be so sure ? you gotta give me something now that way i know you mean business hot stuff. ' aaron would give one free drink on the house but he never gave two. ' i'll give you two free drinks for the price of a free appetizer. ' leaning against the counter , using his arms as leverage. ' what do you say ? '

[salvationdaysss]

‘ a free appetizer, huh ? ’ a small chuckle rolled out of him, already feeling like a cheap whore with how easy it had been for him to fold for the most attractive person in the room, but lust was a vice he never failed to indulge. ‘ am i the one getting a taste, or d'you want to taste me ? ’ an eyebrow raised, emmett leaned in and his tongue darted out for a quick lick of aaron's lips before shifting back in his seat. ‘ either way, i've got something in my pants that's very eager to prove that i mean business. ’

[salvationdaysss]

gonna be busy today n over the weekend, but feel free to ask 4 my disco if we've been writing !!!!!! will compensate lack of replies with screaming n keyboard smashes ...

[dreamfig]

                 this—this   right   here—is   what   deacon   imagines   talking   to   himself   must   feel   like:   a   slow,   grinding   test   of   patience.   insufferable.   circular.   every   word   out   of   the   stranger's   mouth   sounds   like   a   bad   reflection—something   too   close   for   comfort,   wearing   his   same   brand   of   cynicism   but   without   any   of   the   charm.   if   he   ever   had   charm.                  any   warmth   deacon   might   have   had   has   cooled   into   something   brittle,   but   manners   are   a   hard   habit   to   kill.   they're   not   the   type   to   just   get   up   and   walk   off,   no   matter   how   much   they   want   to.   so   they   stay   planted   on   that   creaky-ass   swing,   the   chains   groaning   every   time   the   wind   nudges   them,   and   lets   the   conversation   meander   into   the   kind   of   territory   only   a   long,   sleepless   night   could   uncover.   he   listens.   half   out   of   boredom,   half   because   the   stranger's   voice   catches   sometimes,   like   it's   dragging   pieces   of   themselves   through   molasses.   it's   hard   not   to   lean   in.                  eventually,   the   talk   circles   back   around   into   something   more   palatable,   and   deacon   feels   the   faintest   thaw.   there's   a   smile   in   the   stranger's   voice.   something   tolerable   flows   through.   deacon   almost   doesn't   notice   it   until   they   hear   themselves   answering   back,   deadpan   but   not   unkind:   “   well,   for   what   it's   worth,   i'm   not   a   fuckin'   murderer   either.   ”                  a   beat.   the   pause   before   the   reveal   feels   longer   than   it   should.   then,   with   the   faintest   shrug,   he   offers   up   the   only   thing   of   himself   worth   giving.   “   i'm   deacon.   ”

[salvationdaysss]

now they were finally getting somewhere. introduction was simple enough, but houston never expected much to begin with, especially since they'd been able to just exist beside each other in silence for the longest time. it almost felt sacrilegious to even know that much about the stranger, but he supposed the comfort of being unknown at this moment would still linger if they gave each other just enough & never too much about themselves. ‘ deacon, ’ he echoed, as if testing its weight on his tongue, or familiarizing himself with it. ‘ like the dudes from churches or whatever. ’ and it was only polite to introduce himself, too. ‘ i'm houston, ’ he said, a pause as he tried to decide whether he should offer a handshake, or if he should just keep it impersonal since they might never see each other again anyway. ‘ like the city. ’ he added as he opted for the latter, hands kept on the chains. though lips quirked a picture - perfect smile anyway, the kind primed for photoshoots & interviews, or whenever he found himself in an odd situation but wanted the other person to still feel at ease. ‘ so, deacon . . . ’ he started, body shifting to face them a little better. there was a hesitation hidden in the curl of his smirk, didn't know what was too far & what was comfortable, but houston thought he should ask anyway. out of his own selfish curiosity, and partially because he knew it might be easier to talk shit about life to a total stranger. ‘ you wanna tell me why you're out here in the middle of night, when it's cold as shit, or is that way too personal ? i'll tell you mine, if you tell me yours. ’

[salvationdaysss]

kinda need a drew starkey muse solely bc im enamored with him again n my twitter tl is just beez in the trap challenge with him n madelyn

[derangcdarchive-blog]

send me  ‘ hc ‘  + a word and i’ll write a headcanon about it regarding my character.

[dreamfig]

                 the   question   lands   somewhere   between   accusation   and   concern—well-meant,   probably—and   it   manages   to   drag   the   corner   of   deacon's   frown   upward.   amusement   flickers   through   them,   quicksilver   and   unexpected,   cutting   clean   through   the   heaviness   that's   been   clinging   to   them   all   night.   murderer.   god,   what   a   word   to   hang   on   a   person.   he's   never   thought   himself   the   type,   not   even   in   his   darkest   moments,   not   even   when   the   kitchen   heat   turned   hellish   and   the   knives   gleamed   too   bright   under   the   overhead   lights.                  deacon   glances   sidelong   at   the   stranger,   then   back   down   at   the   scuffed   edges   of   his   shoes,   the   faint   trace   of   a   smirk   ghosting   across   his   lips.   “   not   that   i   know   of.   ”   then,   a   beat   later,   with   the   faintest   tilt   of   their   head,   the   spark   of   mischief   that   always   survives   in   them   no   matter   how   much   life   tries   to   beat   it   out:   “   are   you?   ”

[salvationdaysss]

‘ not that you know of ? it's a yes or no question, dude. what are you, some kind of amnesiac with a bunch of memory loss episodes ? ’ now houston was just being difficult on purpose, holding onto the chains of swing and leaning back to give them a proper look. he could probably take them in a fight, but that was more a fleeting observational thought than a genuine concern since he'd already made up his mind the other was harmless before they had even answered the question. he could practically smell the stress on them, so palpable that houston had half a mind to just give them the number of his weed dealer. ‘ but me ? nah. killing people would be too messy. don't think i could get away with it. ’ houston quietly laughed to himself, not because it was a laughing matter, but because this wouldn't really be the type of conversation he usually had with a stranger. but he only had himself to blame for bringing it up in the first place. and at least it wasn't the usual boring chit - chat about the latest fads or whatever was trending on social media. ‘ like you've gotta be one organized bastard to know the best way to do it, and how to get rid of the body afterwards. ’ he shook his head. couldn't help the lazy smile that formed on his lips. ‘ lucky you, i don't have it in me to go through all that hassle. guess you can breathe easy now . . . hell, you could even tell me your name, y'know, if you can remember it. ’

[salvationdaysss]

finished the salvation day playlist !!!

[dreamfig]

♡   ˚   .    open   starter   for:   anyone! ♡   ˚   .    with:   deacon   liu,   they/he,   33.   a   newly   appointed   head   chef   at   an   upscale   restaurant   trying   not   to   mess   up   the   gig.   he's   easily   stressed,   blunt,   confrontational,   but   he's   trying   to   carry   themselves   with   as   much   chill   as   he   can   muster. ♡   ˚   .    plot:   your   muse   and   deacon   are   both   having   rough   nights,   though   for   entirely   separate   reasons.   somehow,   they   both   end   up   on   the   swingset   at   the   playground   under   the   cover   of   darkness—either   decompressing,   or   just   brooding   over   how   much   everything   sucks   right   now.

                 silence   stretches   weighted   with   thoughts   that   ache   to   be   spoken,   but   never   find   the   air.   the   swings   groan   under   deacon's   slow,   restless   motion,   metal   protesting   as   they   rock   back   and   forth,   eyes   idly   tracing   the   jagged   scatter   of   wood   chips   beneath.   it's   almost   painfully   still,   the   type   of   quiet   that   presses   against   the   ribs,   makes   the   lungs   feel   too   small.   they   shift,   finally,   expelling   a   breath   that   carries   both   resignation   and   dry   humor.   “   damn,   ”   they   murmur,   voice   low,   edges   rough   and   all,   “   it's   fuckin'   cold   out   here.   ”

[salvationdaysss]

there was nothing he hated more than quiet, but there was an unbearable heaviness within him that didn't feel it be solved by his usual choice for distractions. no strobing lights, no blaring bass, no lines of coke in the bathroom, just him and a stranger who somehow found his late - night hideaway he thought was a secret to rest of the world. he didn't say anything for the longest time, treated the silence like some kind of game where whoever broke it first loses. teeth bared for a quick lopsided grin when the stranger on the other swing beside him finally spoke, basking in the glory of winning the game the other didn't even know they were playing. ‘ well, yeah ... it's late and season's kinda changing, ’ didn't really know what to say, but houston looked at them with easiness, like he could sense they were on familiar ground with the things they both didn't say out loud. ‘ but i gotta ask, you're not a serial killer, are you ? ' cause i'm kinda enjoying just sitting here with a complete stranger. ’

[thcrnhills-deactivated20260311]

' you are so right handsome. ' he agreed to that statement with a smile on his lips, emmett fit that category of overly handsome men that aaron found fucking attractive and would commit unforgettable sins with. and there goes the question that the other asked. ' and would you do if i was ? would it change anything between us. or should i lose what little hope i have.

[salvationdaysss]

‘ oh, it'd change a whole lotta things, ’ emmett clicked his tongue in amusement, then flashing a pearly grin that doubled as a promise. he would've gone home with anyone tonight, but the truth was emmett had eyes for the bartender since the first time he'd stepped into the bar. now, attraction was palpable, gaze charged with desire. ‘ tell you what, how ' bout i get a free drink ' n i promise i won't flirt with any more strangers in front of you ? ’ words rolled off his tongue easily as he drew a cross over his heart. ‘ two drinks, and you can take me home after your shift. sounds like a fair deal, yeah ? ’

[salvationdaysss]

these came to me in a dream ... artists signed in the same labeled as salvation day.

riot grrrl band called flesh wound with sophie thatcher, havana rose liu, zaria simone, lizeth selene, and chase sui wonders. a boyband with 90s n brockhampton inspirations called rockhudson with tyriq withers, evan mock, d'pharaoh woon-a-tai, michael cimino, josh heuston, kj apa, cody christian, and michael provost. and a soul jazz band called cherry wine with laura harrier, damson idriss, tamino, and courtney eaton.

i wish i had the time to do it all 😭

[thcrnhills-deactivated20260311]

⸺ open ! targeted towards anyone 21+

' flirting with strangers again ? ' aaron looked at them with a slight smile on his lips. ' or is that an excuse to see me again. '

[salvationdaysss]

‘ ain't my fault everyone good lookin ' hangs out here, ’ a low laugh escaped him, because aaron wasn't entirely wrong, but hell would have to freeze over before emmett admitted to anything first. ‘ would you rather i find ' nother bar, or d'you have the guts to admit that maybe you're just jealous seein ' me be sweet on other people ? ’

[mudkipper]

I may be an obsessive perverted freak nor is my heart pure but at least im gay