abomination

𝘪⠀𝙝𝙖𝙙⠀𝘵𝘰⠀𝘥𝘰⠀𝘪𝘵.⠀𝘪⠀𝘩𝘢𝘥⠀𝘯𝘰⠀𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎.

[sanityfell]

okay im moving sal over to my multi ( @paramoure ). i'll continue threads and answer memes over there !

[sanityfell]

okay im moving sal over to my multi ( @paramoure ). i'll continue threads and answer memes over there !

[sanityfell]

okay im moving sal over to my multi ( @paramoure ). i'll continue threads and answer memes over there !

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑹 / 𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  nothing's going to happen to us, right?  ❜ ❛  i'm ... scared.  ❜ ❛  i don't like where this is going.  ❜ ❛  did i ever tell you i'm actually terrified of [the dark / heights / spiders / etc.]?  ❜ ❛  you hear me? we're not going to die today!  ❜ ❛  did you hear that? it sounded like screams.  ❜ ❛  i really, really don't like this.  ❜ ❛  we're completely alone here, nothing's going to happen to us.  ❜ ❛  this place has been abandoned for centuries.  ❜ ❛  whatever happens, keep the lights on.  ❜ ❛  you're not scared, are you?  ❜ ❛  this is like straight out of my worst nightmare.  ❜ ❛  do you believe in ghosts?  ❜ ❛  what are you afraid?  ❜ ❛  what was that?!  ❜ ❛  see, i told you there's nothing to be afraid of.  ❜ ❛  go on, no one will hear your screams.  ❜ ❛  it was a foolish idea to come here alone.  ❜ ❛  no one is going to save you now.  ❜ ❛  don't be afraid, i'm not going to hurt you.  ❜ ❛  you really think you can run from me?  ❜ ❛  it's a shame i'll have to kill you when we're done with this.  ❜ ❛  want to make a deal with the devil?  ❜ ❛  i'm not afraid of you. not anymore.  ❜ ❛  there are figures hiding in the shadows, waiting to strike.  ❜ ❛  this wasn't so bad now, was it?  ❜ ❛  what could possibly go wrong - it's just an old abandoned meaning, it doesn't mean it's haunted, right?  ❜ ❛  face it, we won't make it out of here alive.  ❜ ❛  i'll even give you a choice - it's either you or them. who's going to die tonight?  ❜ ❛  i will haunt you for the rest of your days.  ❜ ❛  don't scream, it will only make this worse.  ❜ ❛  you look so pretty when you're scared of me.  ❜ ❛  i won't kill you ... yet.  ❜ ❛  ghosts and monsters aren't real.  ❜ ❛  i'm not afraid of anything!  ❜ ❛  you! you're sick! you sent me here to die, didn't you?  ❜ ❛  close your eyes. it'll make it easier if you don't see it coming.  ❜ ❛  no matter where you hide, i'll always find you. so you better give up now.  ❜ ❛  i promise i'm gonna be your worst nightmare.  ❜ ❛  it's only over when i say it is.  ❜

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S05.02 Mike Wheeler

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hands y'all sal

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sally's pinterest board

[ibetteracethatinterview]

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@fakedeers

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thinking abt how hard any sort of physical intimacy is for sal and im Sick. especially if he has his mask off around partners, he still finds it difficult to let them close out of fear of how they look at him. it's definitely a little easier for him to show physical affection when the mask is on. he is just very touch-starved and full of love.

[sanityfell]

thinking abt how sal would be the sweetest partner. they're very patient and empathetic, but they're also stubborn which means they wouldn't give up on someone easily if they're going through a rough time. he's just always seeing the good in people.

also, it's difficult for him to be physically affectionate, so he shows his affection by showing interest in the things his partner enjoys. like listening to them talk about their interests, listening to/watching stuff with them that relates to their interest, buying them gifts related to their interests. he's also very big on music, so you can expect mix cds/playlists from him. he would've loved the limewire era and illegally burning cds from their partner's favorite artists for them.

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ST5.03 Mike Wheeler

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“ huh, ” zach hums and bends over to get a better look, curtain of dark hair obscuring his profile as he glances at the screen with a nod of acknowledgment. “ haven't heard that one in a while . . . not since high school, probably. ” there was a hint of nostalgia as well as dread at the mention of the ancient school - self, but which prevailed? zach wasn't quite sure.

“ you heard of 616 undone? love lies bleeding is a pretty solid album, you can even hear some sludge influences in their riffs . . . which is always dope. it's got a bit of that iowa flavor to it, if you like the older slipknot sound. ” a part of him was glad, grateful even, to talk music with someone other than his bandmates, even if nu metal wasn't exactly his forte. zach wasn't sure if he could handle another philosophical discussion about how modern and improved audio quality ruins black metal, only for his guitarist to somehow find a way to negate every single point he made . . . so any distraction from that was welcome.

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sal blinks at him for a moment before shaking his head, almost embarrassed for not knowing of that particular band. he's always had an eclectic taste when it came to music, and nu metal — metal in general — is still a genre he finds himself lost in when discussing music with other people who are much more passionate about the genre. still, he enjoyed hearing other's opinions when it came to anything they're passionate about, music or not. ❝ i haven't heard of them, but i do like older slipknot so i'll definitely have to check out them out, ❞

sal huffs a quiet laugh, fingers absently winding the earbud cord around his knuckles before he stills, glancing back at zach. ❝ metal’s kind of a rabbit hole for me. my friend introduced it to me a few years back, but i'm not as informed on it as he is, ❞ he admits, shoulders lifting in a small shrug. ❝ i know what i like, but once people start bringing up subgenres, i’m immediately confused — nu, sludge, black, doom . . . my brain just goes ‘ yup, that sure is metal, ’ ❞

his mouth quirks up into half-smile as he tilts the phone back toward himself, thumb hovering over the screen. ❝ but i’m always down to listen to anything at least once, ❞ he looks up again, genuinely curious now, ❝ you got a favorite track off that album or should i just listen from start to finish? ❞

[starbind]

the light from her own flashlight sputters as she continues to tap it against the palm of her hand until it decides to go out completely. it’s just her kind of luck that the flashlight she’d use would have a dead battery. she puts it back in her bag and relies only on sal’s as her eyes look around the hallway and tries to see into the dark rooms nearby. ghost hunting was never a hobby she thought about taking up, but she supposed it made sense for her now. she was already involved with the supernatural, why not get involved with the paranormal too. it was sort of comical when she thought about it. she’s seen shows like ghost adventures and haunted and is aware of the possibility of a spirit attaching itself to someone. she has a vampire hunting her, why not add a ghost haunting her to her list. maybe that’s why she decided to join sal on this ghost hunt, a slight possibility of danger meant she could possibly see and hear edward again. she didn’t know what to call it, apparitions or hallucinations. maybe she was slowly going into psychosis. she didn’t care what was happening as long as she could still see them again and she didn’t dwell on how messed up that made her.

slowly, she blinks as she brings herself to focus again when she realized sal was talking. she shakes her head and crosses her arms against her chest, “no, i’m okay.” and really she was, her lack of conversation wasn’t from fear, instead it was her focusing too much on whether or not edward would appear for her. but something was here and it was watching them. her heart rate speeds up slightly, reminding her that she is undoubtedly and annoyingly human. the feeling that washed over her was similar to being in a room full of vampires or when she knows she’s being guarded by one of the wolves yet she can’t see them. she just hoped the feeling she was getting now was because of a spirit and not because of a vampire who wants her dead. bella looks behind her then back to sal, she keeps her voice at a whisper, “yeah, but i was trying to convince myself it was my stomach growling. we should ask it questions, right?”

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sal nods at her question. slow and deliberate, like any sudden movement might startle anything or anyone around them. he reaches out and nudges the recorder a few inches closer to the center of the hallway with the toe of his boot, eyes never leaving the darkness ahead. ❝ yeah, questions are a good start, ❞ he murmurs, head tilting slightly as he pauses to listen — not just with his ears, but with that other sense he couldn't quite explain but remained humming beneath the surface of his skin. there’s nothing. no whispers of voices or overlapping echoes. whatever this is, it’s quiet on purpose. that makes his grip tighten around the flashlight.

sal swallows before shifting his weight slightly so he’s angled between bella and the open hallway as if subtly protecting her. his thumb brushes the edge of the flashlight, steadying himself more than the beam of light. his voice is low and calm as he speaks to whoever is listening around them, ❝ we’ll keep it simple. yes or no questions. you can use the recorder, the emf, anything you’re comfortable with, ❞ he waits a moment, giving any spirits around them the chance to process what he just said then leans forward just enough to speak clearly toward the darkness. ❝ are you here with us right now? ❞

the emf meter gives another small twitch and sal’s breath catches before he reins it back in. his gaze flicks briefly to bella, checking her reaction before returning to the hallway. ❝ you don’t have to be shy, we’re listening, ❞ another pause. the air feels thick around them and heavy against his lungs, like the building itself is weighing down on him. sal shifts closer to bella, his shoulder nearly brushing hers in an attempt to ground himself in something solid and alive.

❝ did you used to live here? ❞ he asks gently. static crackles through the recorder in response this time and sal finally reaches down, fingers hovering above the device without touching it. his voice drops, barely above a whisper as he speaks to bella this time. ❝ they know we’re listening. ❞

[crystallizedtwilight]

Because you didn’t look away.

[fakedeers]

hello.. does a little dance to get your attention. miew back it with another new blog! this time for henry winter from the popular dark academia novel the secret history as written by donna tartt. you do not need to know the book to interact though, i promise. i have a carrd here with a stats page and an about (that i will add more to soon) plus i post a lot about the book, him and various headcanons to ensure people can get a pretty good grasp on who he is! crossovers (including animanga), ocs and canons are all a-okay with me! so if you are interested in this 6'4 academic loser who loves greek/latin literature and learning new languages.. like or reblog and i'll check you out!

[fakedeers]

dramatics is engrained in your being, in the very fibers that make up your body. if you read enough greek or latin literature, you start to view the world through that lens, a filter placed upon the wintery abyss. or perhaps it was always like this, that dead of the world staring back at you as you wandered aimlessly, unsatisfied with so much. the crunch of the leaves underneath shoe, the rusted sign that leans further and further to the right with each passing day, the tree that is eaten alive by the moss and bugs that reside upon it—you look at it and sigh, an odd fondness coating that melancholy sound.

the wind blows not too wildly but the cold is more than enough, cutting through your lighter suit jacket with ease and making you shiver for a moment (just one, a fluke if anything at all). your lips form a soft smile, small and barely there at all, at the sight of him being swallowed by the large jacket. you nearly laugh but instead it's just the amused exhale from your nose as you shake your head a little.

" isn't it? the world is dying every day. " a pessimistic thought, something dark and gloomy. yet the light shrug given gives off a nonchalant vibe, a casualness to it as if talking about something as simple as the upcoming weather. " oh. are you now? how very greek of you, to place the blame on me. " now, there's an actual laugh, short and sweet as it lingers in the air for a few moments, a rarity to be seen. people dream of hearing that sound and yet you give it so sparingly. " really, aren't you asking for it with such thin attire on a freezing day? it's like you want to get sick. "

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sal huffed softly at that, breath blooming from under the mask before dissipating in the air. he never quite fully understood the references henry would make, but he was familiar enough with the concept of greek tragedies and the inevitable suffering that clung to them — heroes doomed by fate, gods watching from afar with cruel indifference. it felt fitting, in a way.

❝ if the world is ending, why bother dressing for survival? ❞ he understands what henry is getting at, that death is all around them and intertwined with every aspect of life — but sal enjoys questioning his philosophies and playing the role of the fool just to get under his skin a little. it was entertaining for him to watch henry try and explain things in layman's terms to him, muttering something in greek or latin under his breath when he became frustrated by sal.

the wind picks up again, threading through the trees and sal exhales slowly before adding offhandedly, ❝ you’re the one standing there shivering now. don’t tell me you gave me your coat just so you could play the martyr, ❞ he shifts closer without quite acknowledging it, boots crunching the leaves below him. ❝ if anyone’s asking for it, it’s you. all that philosophy won’t keep you warm. ❞

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