[sordidery]

SORDIDERY [ . . . ] MULTI-MUSE. PRIVATE, MUTUALS EXCLUSIVE. LOW ACTIVITY. BY RIPLEY. PLEASE ONLY FOLLOW IF YOU PLAN TO WRITE! associated with drunivers, pagent, & whimsyckal!

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deliverthem. james flint. anti-capitalist pirate. devoted liar. it's awful being him.

demobrat. eddie munson. nerdy metalhead. fantastical burnout. drug peddling guitarist.

molotovmary. vampire oc. emotional terrorist. drummer in rock band.

outoft0uch. time traveler oc. absolute sweetheart. time sleepwalker.

santocidal. trinity santos. know-it-all emergency department doctor. mean older sister. hater first, lesbian second.

[puhddin]

   independent, selective & private portrayal of harley quinn from dc comics.

[sordidery]

obsessed with how in the first two pages of tvl lestat is like "sometimes i talk like noir detective sam spade, sorry." does anyone have any line of dialogue where he ever does that. when does he ever do that. what was anne on about

[sordidery]

hi, all. a brief warning i will be writing gabistat on this blog. exploring things in writing does not equal condoning nor enjoying incest but! yknow. do with this information what you will. posts with that happening will be tagged as ‘tw: incest.’ you can also block ‘ic: lestat.’

[sordidery]

hi i just want everyone to know that come sunday if you post tvl spoilers untagged you are going to get blocked. i mean this so fr do Not fuck with me. i will be tagging all s3 posting as 'tvl spoilers.' until a few days after the last episode

[sordidery]

[ standing over a body ] " oops. " (claudia for lestat)

"the art of subtlety dies a bloated death." his finely tailored suit clings as he crosses his arms over his chest, nails digging into his shirt sleeves, ever the picture of a disappointed father. or, uncle? yes, that’s right, lestat de lioncourt, maker, found too contemptible to fit within the tawdry human concept of father. they are young, the both of his american companions, and they do not understand the gift for what it is.

he sneers down at his detestable creation, his tempest of a protege, his adolescent terror. her handiwork is sloppy, uninspired. a woman, slaughtered in the middle of the street. it is a picture of animalistic hunger, the work of an eternal child. no finesse. death for death’s sake. the blood pools an inky black against the cobblestone, veers ever closer and closer to his shoes. the street is empty, but it is new orleans, and a fresh hell will break loose soon. claudia likely thinks she will have his help in a frantic coverup. alas, he is not louis, and lestat has no interest in spoiling his cherubic spawn. "how many times must you be told " lestat grabs at her shoulder, none too kindly, and pushes her towards her little scene. "if you are to make the mess, you are to clean it up."

[kittyhelpsstuff]

Send 🏳️‍🌈 + A muse to get a headcanon about a facet of their queer identity

Could be their orientation, gander identity, how involved they are in their community, if they're poly, or a lot of other things

[sordidery]

HAPPY PRIDE!!!! lets all write freak gay shit this month

[outoft0uch]

outoft0uch ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ     ROXANNE ‘ANNIE’ SUMMERS: A TIME TRAVELING ORIGINAL CHARACTER. mutuals only. low activity. 21+. written by ripley.

[sordidery]

rewatched interview season one yesterday and i am........ feeling... so many emotions

[sordidery]

stupid trend of knowing im going to write a guy a lot so i move them to a solo blog so i can make edits and stuff. but then it looks like i never write on my multi. bc i never write on my multi. bc im on the solo blogs

[ichtgod]

tacky bedroom, tacky closet. the girl who knows his name follows after him, saying something about helping. he mostly ignores her. it's not like he can ask for help anyway. jd finds the bathroom, and without even stopping to strip off his clothes, turns on the shower and steps into the hot spray.

it feels amazing. he'd be moaning if his vocal cords fucking worked. dirty water spills through his scalp, dripping off the shoulders of his ruined trenchcoat. scabbed over blood from some wound at his temple that starts bleeding faintly again.

he shrugs off the trenchcoat -- it might even be beyond repair -- and stands there in his t shirt and jeans and socks, his hair dripping into his face.

[sordidery]

he's leaving great big bootprints of mud and water and muck across janet's spotless floors. lisa follows them through taffy's room to their shared bathroom. he's walking like he knows what he's doing-- taffy says it's good for men to be confident, but not too confident-- and lisa can't help but to follow. "this really isn't supposed to be happening. you're dead, y'know? did you know that?" lisa hardly blinks as he steps into the shower, turns it on. sludge pours off of him. his trench-coat hits the bottom of the bath with a wet slap. it looks like a relief for him to get under the spray. lisa can relate. even the dead like a nice hot shower, who knew?

jason's hair drips into his face. he's kinda cute, in a smudgy way, even if he smells a little foul. "they had a big funeral for you and everything. the newspaper said it was a murder..." she trails off. lisa doesn't really talk this much. hasn't in a few years. especially not with people in her class. she creeps closer, unabashedly watches the dead boy in her shower. a clump of twigs and dirt tumbles down his soaked shirt. "were you?"

[sordidery]

everybody baller until willing and able stuck in their head

[demobrat]

THE DEVIL HAS COME TO AMERICA.ᐟ DUNGEONS & DRAGONS, AT FIRST REGARDED AS A HARMLESS GAME OF MAKE-BELIEVE, NOW HAS BOTH PARENTS AND PSYCHOLOGISTS CONCERNED. . . #demobratᵎᵎ ripley's eddie munson. mutuals only. low activity. est. 2026.

[ichtgod]

what are you talking about? today was great! chaos is great! [ jason 'jd' dean of heathers, by dru. canon typical trigger warnings apply. ] chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling.

[ichtgod]

jd wastes no time once she’s opened the door, ducking inside out of the rain. out of some last dying vestige of politesse, he kicks off his muddy combat boots on the doorstep, to trek in equally muddy socks that squelch when he walks.

her house is suburbia in microcosm, down to the fucking wallpaper. it’s morbidly fascinating, the sheer quantity of ugly lamps and other knickknacks straight out of home and garden in the parlor alone. without waiting for her, jd’s tracking mud up the stairs, opening doors at random, trying to find the damn bathroom. he’ll figure this shit out once he washes the smell of death out of his hair.

you’re supposed to be dead, she’d said. that can’t be right. but it would make a lot of sense as to the dirt and blood in his mouth — and the memory loss.

so that was death. kind of a let down.

[sordidery]

lisa slams the front door closed, puts in the extra effort to lock it, so no unwanted weirdos can get in. she blinks at his gnarly, muddy boots, then the dark smudge that is her new acquaintance heading up janet's pristine carpet. "hey!" she trails up the stairs after him, leaving twin muddy footprints beside his. "what are you looking for?"

he had kind of a reputation at school. lisa can't fault him that, she's heard a lot of rumors about herself repeated back through taffy's friends, and only some of it was even close to true. still, taffy says she doesn't lie or gossip, she only extrapolates truths from the things she's heard. lisa is extrapolating one truth from the variety of things she's heard about him: jason dean kind of an asshole. he tries the door to taffy's room. lisa is a little offended he wasn't drawn straight to hers. "look, man, if you ask, i can help you."

[daedboy]

@sordidery

things aren't exactly as they once was. and they could not be, not entirely possible. a summer in the sunny california sun, it's wrapping soon. but mike's here and he's. he's really here. for the first time in a really long time will feels. good about it. complete. will byers changed and the sun has only made that more evident.

they're trying to make the most of it, even when will is to go back home with mike and it seems like. well things changed. the sun is setting and they are back at the place they're staying at, temporary room that will has made all his own.

"i am glad you came." it's sweet and honest and maybe a little too revealing. but will byers doesn't mind that at the moment. no one else but the two of them in these four walls. "-california has been good. for me. specifically. and i guess i'm glad you get to know it too. even if it's for a little bit." it's done a lot to will byers, these short months. met people. done things. it feels right, natural for mike to be here, that little bit of hawkins he surely did miss. despite. well despite everything about last year.

[sordidery]

mike's mid page turn on an issue of uncanny x-men that came out a few months ago. "oh, yeah. me too." he is glad he came to visit. the comic store within fifty miles of hawkins is always months behind on new releases the store they biked to from will's place today had an issue that came out last week. it really does feel like will's place, too. all the byers seem to be fitting in better here. mike's happy for them. hawkins has always been hard to exist in, for kids like them. the nerds. the outcasts. it seems like california is different. he wishes will could stay here, stay happy. he's also glad will can't stay. they both belong at home.

mike flips over from laying on his back to his stomach, to better face will. the whole plane ride over, mike had been worrying. he couldn't stop thinking about how much could've changed. what if will made all these cool, cali friends and forgot about mike? what if they didn't get along anymore? "i'm glad i could come. it's been awhile since it was just us." will had changed. mike couldn't say he didn't. he looked better, tanner, more alive. different, yeah, but he also somehow looked more like he did before. before the upside down and the mindflayer, all those years ago. he looks good. plus, mike changed too. he was taller. more mature. even his mom saw it; she let him come all the way out to california on his own. even with the changes, the two of them worked how they always did. it was easy. easier than it had been last summer. "there's just always something. dustin and lucas and eleven and max. your brother, my sister. our moms. homework. monsters." mike laughs, but there is hardly any humor there. "it's nice to be you and me. best friends, y'know?"