* SHADOW / DUDE !

indie original character written by billie

[shadowbr0]

alright. so basically if you've found this blog, i gave you the link or you saw me hanging out/writing with one of your mutuals! that's great! or perhaps i followed you first because we're already friends or i feel your muse/muses will vibe with fig!

i have high hopes for this blog and making them plot heavy. fig is special enough to have his own blog instead of putting him on my multi. so his concept came from a lucid dream i had in which fig was in it. i had befriended meredith swimming in a lake ( she actually pulled me under when i was collecting crystals for a friend. i said, "not today, shadow spirit!" and she ended up being really sweet. ) and eventually met fig at a music festival. we became close, i went to a party at fig's house with his roommate's and things were great until fig got pissed and threw some dude in a pool. i made myself wake up when meredith went for him. so my subconscious was like, "here is an interesting concept for you," which made him different than a lot of my muses, to be honest. hence why his concept is ~*~special~*~ to me.

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brbievmp​:

          “  Maybe   people   like   living    in   the   moment.   Consequences   always  set  in  after   they’ve  made   mistakes. ”   fingers   twirl   blonde  locks  between  them,  wide  eyes  lifting   in  his  direction.   “ How   else   would   they   learn   from  them?  Besides,  you’ve  probably  done  some   dumb  shit   in   your  life. ”

              “ain’t nothing bad about living in the moment,” fingers run through loose curls, shaking his head slightly. that wasn’t what he was implying at all but to each there own. he didn’t feel like having an argument. “just thinking that stupid people are the kind who make the same mistakes over again. like---...they never learn. those are the one’s you gotta watch out for,” 

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@atychip​

❝          but     !          ❞         bright  blues  shift  up ,     hint  of  a  smile  curling  at  lips .           ❝          you  have  to  admit ,     some  people  turning  zombie ,     it  feels  like  an  upgrade  like          .   .   .          personality  wise .          ❞

                 oh, well this conversation took a turn for the interesting! a lot of times fig will say things in order to gauge a reaction. though, he loved it whenever people played into his friendly banter. those were people you needed to keep around! “oh, very true. some people are just---...boring. unmotivated. at least whenever they turn into a zombie they are motivated to eat brains. better than nothing!” 

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vidael​:

📹   |   “i wouldn’t call that bad, you know,” she shrugs. awhile ago, it would have been her worst nightmare, but she has a lot more appreciation for the mundane these days. “sometimes you get more than you bargained for by looking into the dark and the terrible. and once you get there… you can’t exactly look away.”

              “i suppose whenever your life has been the furthest from mundane your whole life, you find the simple life to be boring.” a family full of wiccans and you can only imagine the strange things he’s experienced through out his lifetime. the good & the bad. it certainly wasn’t for the faint of heart, especially whenever you were just learning. “trust me, i get it. i’m very familiar with shadows.”

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vihilum​:

“Don’t sound so surprised,” they danced along the outskirts of miscellaneous almosts, so many that she’d lost count. Her face flushed and Chuck cocked her head to the side, “I mean,” swaying as she turned away, a sheath of embarrassment painting her cheeks pink, “Of course I would,” his own apparent anxiety was heightening hers, and she didn’t know if it had been wise to address the elephant in the room. “It’s not a joke,” she was genuine despite her evident mortification, arms crossing over her chest as she burrowed deeper into the corner of the couch. She was too shy to ask him if he returned the sentiment, as though her own admission was enough. She didn’t need to know if he felt the same – he knew she did, and that counted. “okay, it’s my turn. Truth or dare?”

              he can’t help but let his head fall back onto the couch, a scoff leaving him. even after all the almosts they’ve had through out the years, fig still found it hard to believe. perhaps it was because he had convinced himself after all these years she just wasn’t that interested. “i just convinced myself that you weren’t interested in little ole’ me,” we use little loosely considering he’s a bloody giant. “but knowing it’s not a joke. well---...” air is sucked through his teeth as he scoots closer to chuck on the couch. here he was, considering on making a move and chuck is back at the deflection again. he can’t help but chuckle, staying close on the couch. “alright. dare me, captain.” 

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metuere​:

“Are you making this up for fun, or are you telling me how to feel. I think I monstra—monstrealize all the time. Always, really. I think that’s a different sort of thing. Is the feeling supposed to be like fear and shock and awe?”

               “personally i think it’s a little bit of both but to each there own.” fig couldn’t judge. many would consider himself a monster, considering everything. “as for how you should feel? i suppose it depends on the level of danger? for me it’s usually awe but i’ve definitely been rightly freaked the fuck out before.”

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vihilum​:

She favored the little home she’d made for herself out in the middle of nowhere – she was probably there only a few months out of the year, and she could count on one hand how many people had her address, so when she heard the rapid knocking at her door, Chuck sprung from bed with a jolt. She fell asleep much too easily when she was indoors. Digits curled around the knob and she pried it open, “You’re freaking soaked,” ushering Fig in, hues flickering beyond his form to see if she could spot any shadows in the darkness. There was nothing – she also favored caution. “Are you okay?” She turned on her heel, digging through her pantry for a towel before draping it over his shoulders, “What’s going on?”

                   he doesn’t even know where to begin whenever it comes to why he’s here. how does he tell his supernatural hunter friend that he, a witch, is on the run? how does he explain that he’s bitten off more than he can chew? how does he explain that, at nearly thirty years old, he’s scared for his own life? baby steps. he’ll take a deep breath, freezing cold hands grasping at the towel and pulling it closer to him. “oh, i’m sure everything will be fine.” he’ll say through clenched teeth, already finding himself lying to the other in order to save face. in order to not make her worry. though, he knew it was the wrong thing to do. “just gotten myself into some trouble. bitten off more than i can chew. just thinking about going away for awhile and wanted to make sure i let you know first,” his roommates were already aware. they had a vague idea what was going on and understandably didn’t want to end up meredith chow if they rubbed fig the wrong way.

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frizzyvmp​:

         “  Don't  worry.  If  that  presents  a  problem  I'll  just  push  you  off.  "    scooting  over  on  the  prepared  bed,  she  stares  up  at  him  with  a  smirk.   "  Maybe  place  a  few  pillows  on  the  floor  in  case  that  happens.  Cushion  your  fall.  ”

            “wait, wait, wait. so at this point i see no point in sharing a bed. it might be in my best interest to stay on the couch!” a lighthearted chuckle. “i don’t even pillows will make this hardwood floor feel soft.”

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frxncaise​:

              “i’m a snack who brings snacks! the snack who smiles back,” she chirped a little too enthusiastically, a hint of chaos glimmering in her eyes. she can sense his nerves, though knows better than to bring it up. leaving an ancient shadow creature to be babysat by a small child with anxiety was probably not the best option, nevertheless it was the option he took. the corners of her lips twitched into a smile as meredith emerged from the body of water and over to their sides. retrieving one piece from the bag, she proceeded to toss it in the being’s direction.

                        “what a good pup pup! you’re a good pup, yes you are!”

               “so---...like goldfish crackers?” eyebrow raises at the other but he can’t help but smirk, finding it amusing. it’s not very often that he decides to put meredith in someone else’s hands. granted, meredith could just say fuck this and find him anyways. she was a shadow being, after all. not a dog. though, something in fig’s mind told him he needed some back up every now and again. meredith got a little overprotective of him at times which got him into more trouble than he needed. meredith’s tail wagged, slamming against the earth softly as she caught the snack in her mouth, it disappearing in minutes. funny how a shadow being could be so dog like. 

              “she’ll hopefully continue being a good pup with you as a distraction. i can’t have any mishaps. especially when i’m picking a friend up from the drunk tank,” 

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drafts: 3 queue: 8

i couldn’t do my longer threads because brain power weak but hey! i got a lot of stuff done and i love writing fig! he’s so fun! 

[mellarkey]

[fuckyeahdamose]

People think you work harder on good movies, but that’s not true. You work harder on bad movies, because you’re trying to fucking make it work. — Miles Teller

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alright. i got quite a few drafts over here to do which i will do so after i take a shower. 

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mcnyhearts​:

             “ bus — ” she repeated, a slight nod to her head. “ yes, of course, i knew it was some sort of form of transportation. either way, i won’t throw you under any sort of moving vehicle. ” that wasn’t willa’s style. she was truthful, almost to much at times. overall, she was a pretty bad ass chick, but also had a huge heart that just loved and cared more than most. “ i’ve seen a lot of evil in the world, met some of the worst people on this planet, so i like to think i can read people pretty well. i know who are worthy of my loyalty. ” a bit of a smile spreading over plump naturally pink lips. 

           “ if you were a piece of shit you wouldn’t have accepted or decided to help me. ” willa reached into her bag as she spoke. she liked to think she could see past the outward exterior. he was plenty attractive, she wasn’t blind, but it was the heart that she focused on the most when it came to connecting with others. “ the law is complicated. i’ve believed in the justice system ever since i moved to america. unfortunately, it took working in it to see that it slow moving, far from perfection and broken. it’s easy for people to give up on a case that seemed impossible to solve, it’s easy to forget when it wasn’t your family who was murdered. ” willa pulled a folder out, sliding it to him. “ he was pulling off murders with ease. he was cocky, he kept getting away with it… despite knowing what he looked like and his name, we couldn’t catch him. my boyfriend and daughter were his last two victims, then he disappeared. the trail has been cold ever sense. ” she tapped on the folder before releasing it. “ it’s all in here. from blood type to prior jobs and residences. evidence found, what he looks like, all of it. ”

                  “hey, that’s good to know. nothing to worry about. we’ll learn more of the correct sayings as we go. maybe you can teach me some cool one’s from---...wherever your from,” hey, he was trying to be nice, to say the least. he couldn’t imagine losing his whole family. sure, his family has been harassed for years due to, well--...being witches. the stigma was always there. witchcraft meant satanism or something like that. it didn’t work like that at all. needless to say, he couldn’t imagine what willa had gone through and certainly didn’t want to. “it’s a good trait to have. know your energies,”

                   fig couldn’t help but find the two of them sitting across from each other rather humorous. willa, an investigator and fig? sure, he was a business man but he certainly didn’t look like it. a tye dye shirt, a flannel and torn up jeans. it certainly looked rather humorous. “i guess you got me there. maybe i’m a lovable piece of shit,” a playful wink. “i’ve never been a fan of the justice system for that very reason. slow moving and full of pricks. not all of ‘em, obviously. you’re not a prick,” eyebrow raises at the folder that is pushed toward him, grabbing it and flipping through the contents. “anyone who gets cocky gets careless. i’m sure their is more leads, just that they haven’t been followed.” he’ll point at the picture of the guy. “super glad i know what the bastard looks like now. i can send meredith on it and she’ll be able to give me an exact location---..not matter how close or far away he is.”

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             “i once saw arnold schwarzenegger kill a man in a movie by grabbing his head and twisting it until the neck broke. was that difficult? could a man do it without a lot of practice?” // @noblehigh​

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             “a cockroach has no soul. yet it runs and eats and shits and fucks and breeds. it has no soul, yet it lives a full life. just like you & me.” // @not-ohfuckingkay​

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          “that ability to see the right choice, but not until several hours have passed since making the wrong one? that’s what makes a person a dumbass,” // @brbievmp​