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a girl falls into an abyss and the devil pulls her down faster. there is no part where angels come to save her. [ mutant original character ] loved by star. ♡
would anyone like a starter? i might jump into ur im’s to plot or just wing it, depending on how i feel. all muses open but especially would love to do something with q and evie!
driftlikesleep ,
Having spent his night sleeping on this very bench, Job is still in the process of waking. Though this is hardly his first time, he finds that it only gets harder the older he gets. He’d hardly slept right, his neck stiff and back sore, haunted by dreams he cannot remember now, but knows they had been bad as he’d woken several times, sweating in his lined flannel jacket despite the chill of the night. He paid no mind to the passersby which began flooding the street as the sun rose higher and higher in the sky; hadn’t even noticed the young woman who’s joined him on the bench until she spoke to him, bent over his own lap as he rolled himself a crooked cigarette.
With it now idly smoking at the corner of his lips, he tears his glossy brown eyes to her with something of a start. “O-oh, uh – it’s Tuesday, I think.” Then, after another short pause: “October twenty-seventh.”
It’s something of a disconcerting question, one strangers don’t often ask and so, after another moment of thought (perhaps a tad longer than it should be, Job’s mind still foggy with sleep), he hurries to add, “– pardon if this is, uh… outta line, I guess, but uh – you okay?”
that’s the thing about being dead. time doesn’t exist anymore. the days roll over, one after the other. it’s horribly and painfully boring. if she wasn’t already dead, she’d kill herself.
“huh, october.” she could’ve sworn it was still september. although, it doesn’t really matter, she supposes. poppy shrugs, realizing that he’s one of the few that can actually see and hear her. it brings her a sense of relief. it’s been a while since she held a conversation with someone other than the voice in her own head. she tilts her head to the side, surprised by the question. “i — yeah. i’m — well. you know, actually. i’ve been better.”
@fatedtragedy ,
"𝙞 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜." there is a twinkle in his eyes as he walks up to her. he looks pretty proud of himself as he holds up a single orchid. “i don’t know, it just reminded me of you."
cherrytarnish ,
A SNORT ESCAPES HER BEFORE SCARLETT’S THROWING HERSELF BACK ONTO HER BED LIMBS SPREAD CARELESSLY AROUND HER AS SHE TRIES TO FOCUS ( UNSUCCESSFULLY ) ON A SPOT ON THE CELLING - —––❝ fair point ; you still up for going for that drive once i sober up ? i’d love to see the ocean at least once before i go back home for the holidays . ❞
𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙬. finally, something worth catching her attention. kitty smiles, “of course i’m down. i’m looking forward to it.“ and you can tell she means it. she isn’t one to lie for the sake of someone else’s feelings. maybe she even prefers it, enjoys upsetting people. enjoys pushing all of their buttons. what does have to say about her? she pushes those thoughts away. "i’m getting bored here, in your room. wanna get out of here? i need to do — something. anything.“
hi would anyone like to plot? i will jump into ur im’s or discord :3
i didn’t end up writing at all and now my week starts tomorrow 🥺🥺 i need more hours in a day also time is an illusion 😔
i finally have today and tomorrow off so I’ll be here later !!!!
coyotie ,
“I’m not in the business of tracking people down to kill them.” At least, not very often. Malia can give some respect in wanting to let people live their lives. She can already sense this one is not going to be so easily swayed. “I don’t need specifics, just want to know if they’ve come through this way.”
‘ I never said you were, ‘ She shoots the stranger a side-eyed glance before she turns her back to pour herself a drink. The liquor won’t do much, but it brings her a sense of comfort. A normalcy she can’t seem to give up. Eliza brings the glass to her lips and takes a small sip. The bar is nearly empty now and she speaks freely. ‘ You know, most people around here don’t take kindly to someone asking questions. They aren’t as nice as I am. ‘ She shrugs, ‘ — So, if you want my help, it’s gonna cost you. ‘
@driftlikesleep !
her days are boring and horribly long. poppy spends them roaming around aimlessly, sometimes sitting and daydreaming about the life she could’ve had for hours at a time. it’s a painful experience — to see life go on without her. today, she finds herself sitting on the same blue bench at the same park she’s visited for the last week. the odd thing is that she can never quite remember how she got here. only that being here feels right, somehow.
‘ excuse me, ‘ her voice is soft and low, almost unrecognizable even to herself. the longer she’s here, in the land of the living, the harder it is to remember the person she used to be. she sighs, unsure the man heard her considering most people can’t. she clears her throat and tries again, this time a little louder. ‘ excuse me, do you know what today is? ‘
@bloodnose !
finding his sister wasn’t as hard as he imagined. she’s a creature of habit and the people she hangs around are — predictable, for a lack of a better word. they share her bad habits, they hang around the same places. so, he’s surprised to see that she isn’t at her usual spot. part of him feels a sense of relief that barbara isn’t here. he isn’t sure he’s ready to face her yet. he does, however, recognize the blonde that hangs around her. silas approaches her with a timid smile and his hands in the pockets of his black jeans and he blurts out the first thing that comes to his mind —
‘ hey, i know this is weird. and i promise i’m not a fuckin’ cop or anything. but do you know where i can get some weed? ’
cherrytarnish ,
LEGS CURLED UP AGAINST HER CHEST , EYES WIDE & DREAMY AS SHE DRAWS NON-EXISTENT PATTERS ACROSS HER BED SPREAD . HER PULSE FEELS SLOW AS THE DRUGS EBB EVEN FURTHER INTO HER SYSTEM - —–a tongue darts out to wet drying crescents , hand absentmindedly moving to grasp the nearby water from her bedside table . a glance at her phone and she’s carefully ( and as quickly as her body will allow ) getting up , sitting half slumped on the edge of he bed as eyes ( finally ) settle on the other girl . ❝ do you think if i turned up high they’d kick me out ? like fully ? ❞ she knows that answer ; no . there’d been a guy in one of lectures who turned up drunk and all he got was a slap on his wrist and sent back to the dorms . still , even high & supposedly carefree , she needs to ear it , needs to know she’ll be fine ( even if she doesn’t feel she will be ) . ❞
she’s mindlessly staring out the window, wishing she was in her shift, lounging on a tree somewhere. things are simpler when she doesn’t have opposable thumbs. her human form can be exhausting and kitty finds it hard to make an effort sometimes. especially now, sitting in the dorm with scarlett. she doesn’t even bother turning to face her and her voice sounds far away when she finally speaks, ‘ ▬ that’s easy. just don’t go. nothing to worry about then. ‘
the thing about silas is that he’s not a bad person. he died and was experimented by his own parents, brought back to life and then was manipulated and brainwashed to work for them. he thinks he owes them his life (them: his parents) and wants to prove to them that he is everything they ever wanted him to be. which is why he is so willing to do everything for them and it’s why he wants to bring bunny back to the facility so they can all be a “family” another lie told by his parents, when in reality all they want is WEAPONS and power. his loyalty to them is so blind and strong he doesn’t even realize how fucked up the shit they did to him is ...... but he will >:)