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the power cords beneath her hands and knees were yanked away, and charlie slipped, almost falling. she caught herself and looked up, just in time to see the downward swing of a hook...             welcome to hurricane, utah

scrubthememories is an independent rp blog for charlie of the silver eyes trilogy 

written by kq, 26 y/o, est, she / her   —  discord available to mutuals!

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h h hello

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is vanessa hotboxing the vanny mask

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i just wanna say how Messed Up it was to have watched more fnaf content tonight for hours and then to have my dog ( who should not be able to get upstairs without human assistance ) to come up to my room and breathe heavily outside my door at like 2:45am. she’s toxic for this.

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gavegifts​.

    he starts nodding before charlie even finishes the question, already anticipating what she’ll say. sammy always thought the whole twin telepathy thing was bullshit, but now he’s wondering if there are some biases he needs to reconsider and some tests he and charlie need to conduct. “yeah, i mean, mom’s got a pretty good spread on her side. family reunions every three or so summers, if we can manage it. aunts, uncles, cousins. i – we’re probably the oldest of the cousins.” this doesn’t feel like the right time to mention that to his younger relatives, sammy is essentially a god. it will surely come up later. “sounds like you’ve got a lot going on the friend front. i’d like to meet ‘em sometime.” he shifts in the booth, wondering if that sounded as pathetic to her as it did to him. who invites themselves into their twins’ friend group? “i mean, y’know, if it happens. or not. it’s fine.”

she lets out a low whistle, brain struggling to wrap itself around the idea of a big family. for most of her life it was her, her father, and aunt jen. then, with the far off possibility of a brother and a mother. charlie finally tosses a fry into her mouth so she can delay addressing the news. is it harder to cope with finding out your father is dead or finding out there’s a whole half of the family who didn’t bother to show up at his funeral? she grabs another fry. “it’ll happen,” she assures him, putting on a fresh smile. “they’ll definitely want to meet you. the two of them that go to school here will want to meet you soon.” she pauses, eats another fry. huffs out a nervous breath. “would mom ever want to meet me?”

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when i say good at teamwork i mean everyone really needs to follow her lead because she would love to work with you but if youre not on board she’s gonna do it alone

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CHARACTER AESTHETICS -- CHARLOTTE CHARLIE EMILY

ARIES:   bonfires,   competitiveness,   hand veins,   loud laughs, messy hair, sneaking out at 2am,   abandoned beaches,   stray dogs,   candle lights,   body language,  creaking floorboards,   ouija boards,   having no regrets,   karaoke nights out.

TAURUS:   house plants, oversized sweaters,   soft hands,   fuzzy socks,   visiting big cities, snoozing your alarm clock, the color yellow,   vanilla-scented candles,  aloe vera, fruit smoothies,   baking cookies,  the mom friend,   loves the ukulele.

GEMINI:   femme fatale movies, in love with female villains, sharp eyeliner, quick-witted,   does things out of spite,   do no harm but take no shit,   in love with dogs,  probably cries during sad movies but won’t admit it,   easily excited,   ripped jeans.

CANCER:   mermaids,   easily infatuated by love,   smelling flowers,   picnics in open fields, gets sad when thinking about the past,   impressed easily,  daydreaming in class,   plucking fresh fruit,   loves fashion,   would die for their friends.

LEO:   confident in what they do,   kill them with kindness,   high ponytails,   probably wants to visit paris once,   not afraid to tell the truth,   in love with cute animals,   the one to lift others up,   good at teamwork,   the warm feeling of summer,   dragons.

VIRGO:   pastel markers,  the smell of lavender,   has a welcoming vibe around them,  actually organized,   scrunchies,  neat notes,   loves going to museums, probably into photography,   neutral colors,   handwritten letters,    stardust.

LIBRA:   soft blankets,   cuddling the ones you love,  always standing up for your friends, hopeless romantic,   can be very distant,   can be a little dramatic,   pretty hair, dresses nicely, tries to be popular on social media,   optimistic,   humorous.

SCORPIO:   cottages in the woods,  in love with greek mythology,   vintage t-shirts,  really emotional but doesn’t want anyone to know,   determined,   moonlight,   pretty handwriting, into the retro aesthetic, rainy days,   doesn’t judge people,   cats.

SAGITTARIUS:   always ready for an adventure,  street smart,   wants to travel the world someday,   doesn’t easily trust people,   alcohol,   paintbrushes,  can’t sit still,  untied shoelaces,   tangled up earphones, blasting music at midnight,   eye-gazing.

CAPRICORN:   cold aura,  coffee is what keeps them going,  probably hasn’t slept in two days,  actually a big softie,   high-waisted jeans,   cute pet videos,   small apartments,  has too many notebooks,  often goes to the library,  writing essays.

AQUARIUS:  loves to paint & do any kind of art,   wants to live at the seaside,  knows a lot of random facts, shares food,  messy notes,   bullshits an entire essay,   graffiti,  has their own distinct style,  wants to live their life like they want to.

PISCES:   old teddy bears, unsent love letters, mom-jeans,   loves to sing,   feels at home by the ocean,  writes poetry, hard-workers, always up for deep conversations, probably did the stupid thing,  open curtains,   a soft breeze.

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❥    feeling   things   ,   a   sentence   meme   .

what are they called again ? emotions ? ugh .   ( taken off of pinterest )

❛  you were dead.  yet, here you are.  ❜ ❛  speak your mind even if your voice shakes.  ❜ ❛  you inspire me to be nothing like you.  ❜ ❛  every day i wake up more tired than i’ve ever been.  how long will i stay like this?  ❜ ❛  fuck you’re cute.  ❜ ❛  don’t get attached.  ❜ ❛  i am fire.  i am hatred.  i am consuming.  ❜ ❛  there is a certain amount of truth behind everything that people do.  everything they do tell you a little something about them.   ❜ ❛  i wanna fucking date you, stupid.  ❜ ❛  which is it?  are you in love with a person or an idea?  ❜ ❛  you will get better.  maybe not today, but someday.  ❜ ❛  there’s a reason i never told you all of this.  ❜ ❛  let’s get drunk and tell each other everything we’re afraid to say sober.  ❜ ❛  i wanna see what happens when i don’t give up.  ❜ ❛  yeah you’re cute but are you good for my mental health??  ❜ ❛  … and then i just snapped.  ❜ ❛  i still repeat the things you said to me in my head.  ❜ ❛  your hands are scarred from murder, and yet i trust them completely.  ❜ ❛  shit.  i think i have feelings.  ❜ ❛  i believe in annoyed at first sight.  ❜ ❛  what did it mean to you?  any of it?  ❜ ❛  can someone please be proud of me?  like fuck, i’m trying.  ❜ ❛  i sometimes wonder if things only get better so that they can get worse again.  ❜ ❛  hey, sometimes you gotta kill a guy.  ❜ ❛  i broke my rules for you.  ❜

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hand unit : let’s give them a nice controlled shock

charlie :

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would anyone like ... a starter ?

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now ...

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besties... beloveds...

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there’s something so funny about having had charlie as a muse for 6 years but still being shy about rping with animatronic characters

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when i finish those last 3 its over for celeste 

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eightythreed​.

    it’s always an uphill battle to remind himself that charlie is just being nice. in fact, she’s always been nice, to him specifically. her other friends were never mean by any stretch of the imagination, but tolerance is different than kindness. he never had to guess which side of the line charlie was on. her offer pulls an actual smile from him, one that looks tentative as if his muscles aren’t used to moving that way. “that’d be great, actually.” timmy’s learned never to ask for help, not from his family at least, but it also means he’s gotten good at accepting it whenever it comes his way. “it’ll probably only take us twenty minutes if we’re both there.” the smile deepens, his cheeks pinking, and timmy suddenly finds the floor a lot more interesting than charlie’s eyes as they walk. “thanks, charlie. really.”

“of course.” she waves off his thanks, always happy to help out a friend in need. especially tim. charlie’s not sure where the entire pizzaplex got the idea that he’s the communal doormat, but it doesn’t sit right with her. it never has. he’s been through more than his fair share of grief at the hands of their fathers’ joint venture. if anything, he’s the one who should be leaving work undone. let stupid peter put out the clubs! he’ll never reach the threshold of bullshit that tim has put up with. none of them will! “as a one man operation, this would take forty minutes?” she’s still getting up to snuff with the daily operations; it’s a lot harder to keep up with in the pizzaplex. “should we be hiring an extra set of hands?”

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eightythreed.​

    timmy’s used to stuff hurting – he scrapes his knees and palms all the time trying to keep up with the other kids; sometimes his arm will have little bruises from where michael pinched him, squeezing until timmy howled; even some other times he’s had hurts from his dad, a hand across the face, a tight grip on his upper arm. this one though, the one covered up by the layers of bandages over his forehead, wrapped so much he felt like a mummy sometimes, hurt the most. timmy still remembers the moment. remembers michael gripping him under his armpits. remembers being lifted too high up off the floor. remembers what the inside of fredbear’s mouth looks like. he starts to shake his head at charlie’s question but it aches too much to continue. “michael always tries to make the rules,” he says softly. “cuz if you make the rules you can win the game. and he wants t’win.”

charlie nods solemnly. the aftons aren’t quite like her family. when she and her own dad talk, it makes sunbursts bloom in her heart. she feels the same about sammy, even when they fight sometimes. their anger never lasts. but, the aftons aren’t the same. they get so mad that it’s like charlie can feel a storm coming in. they try to hide it, but they can’t. it’s sad that it’s her friend who ends up getting caught in the rain. “well, he can’t make the rules here,” she promises. “my dad makes the rules here and the rules are that we don’t hurt each other. you’re always safe here.” an idea strikes her, tiny face lighting up. “you need a theodore! if you get a theodore, he can keep you safe wherever you go!”