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@stridshundar-a
》 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 ;; 《 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙳𝚂𝙷𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙰𝚁 is a indie pri. sel. 18+ multi-muse home to the ÚLFHÉÐNAR / DOGS OF WAR, a nordic/viking inspired L.A. based motorcycle gang.
》𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚖 ;; 《 britney & conrad & adriel
》𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 ;; 《 google doc
》𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 ;; 《 @ambrosiian @calamityshrine @wickdcreatures @piinetrees
⚠️(hunter) tumblr gay
hunter vc: !?
⚠️ (anamaria) otherwise woke but finds a way to justify all the absolute monstrosities the ppl she loves commit
ana: ................... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
⚠️ (addy) bad taste in ppl to fall in love with
addy vc: you're just bitter i'm not in love with you
⚠️ addy 4 literally being Elsa
addy vc: SHUT THE HELL UP? SHUT UP? FUCK OFF?
MUSE SHAMING
send me a ⚠️ with a reason my muse should be shamed (e.g. “hangs toilet paper backward”) and I can only confirm or deny
》 𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖘. 《
Duchess gingerly accepts the chocolate, her fingertips lingering briefly on his hand. He’s cool to the touch, an oasis in the parched desert. She wouldn’t mind if these hands roamed beneath her dress.
“Conrad,” she echoes dreamily. What a handsome name. “I’m Duchess.”
“ Duchess, huh? Well, It’s a pleasure to meet you. How did you end up out here, anyways? The desert must have done a number to that dress, ” actually, now that he thinks about it, her dress looks in perfect condition, as if she hadn’t been outside at all. He pours himself is own glass of whiskey, breaking off a small piece of his chocolate, crumbling it to the best of his ability between his fingers to garnish the top.
》 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗. 《
“I knew it! You look just like a prince,” she chirps, rising from her seat to curtsy at him. “And how princely, too, that you should offer me gifts! I would love some chocolate, Your Grace.”
“ Your Grace? No, no no — call me Conrad, ” He smiles, playing along and giving her a grand bow. Chocolate is pulled from a cabinet behind the bar, half offered to the stranger, the other half kept for himself, “ And your name, princess? ”
》 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗. 《
“Are you the prince of this desert castle?” She’s sitting primly at the bar after helping herself to some whisky, smiling sweetly at @stridshundar.
Who’s this? And where did she come from? Somehow, Conrad is more amused than unnerved, “ Something like that, yeah. I got chocolate that pairs really well with that whiskey if you want some. ”
》 𝖟𝖊𝖗𝖔. 《
Even in the earthy dark, her bloodshot eyes are obvious. Zero smiles, shaking the hair out of his own red-rimmed eyes, and shrugs. “I like the cold.”
His voice sounds different out here — softer, richer, underscored by the heavy mist, the redwood bark, the singing crickets. Everything about him is different in the woods. Even his monstrosity is changed: out here, hunger feels more natural than insidious, a simple fact of life. He is the same as a cougar hunting fawns in the brush, pure and untamed.
He feels so much like himself that he might as well be someone else.
“It’s beautiful out here, isn’t it?” He slows his already-relaxed stroll to a stop, not wanting to pass her by just yet. She’s pretty and she smells sweet. He wants to pull her off the path and be an animal. “You fit right in.”
She’d be lying if she tried to say she didn’t find his comment charming, besides, the rising girlish heat on her cheeks would give her away. She averts her eyes, casting them to the forest floor, tucking her chilly hands deeper into her hoodie pockets. But the question is — was that smooth or is she just high?
“Seems like you’re the one that fits in out here the most. ”
Antsy feet won’t let her stand still. Fingers twirl over each other in the safety of her jacket pocket. Her lip is chewed thoroughly, leaving her bottom lip red and swollen and tender under her teeth. He doesn’t make her nervous, the drugs are. The company does. Not him but the idea of him, y’know? But his voice is pretty and maybe if he talks again the mounting drug-induced panic that threatens her will ease again. She clears her throat.
“ It is really pretty out here. Especially in the rain. I love coming out here in the rain, finding banana slugs on every walk is my personal mission. I have a ton of pictures of them. Wild that something could be so damn bright out in nature, y’know? Fuckin’ wild. ”
famous last words but i was only looking for a faceclaim for conrads sister so i had a face in mind for her when it came to him thinking back on her or describing her uwu
》 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜. 《
She just doesn’t have the energy to react. It’s like that, sometimes. No matter what goes on around her, she feels like she is somewhat underwater, her movements are slow and her mind decides to let whatever she sees pass around her like the breeze. Willow wipes at her eyes with the back of her hand, checking herself for tears cried hours ago, and does not try to smile.
“His name’s Spook,” her vague intrigue at least earns him some cooperation with his questions. She’s trying not to be rude, but it’s hard to force herself to engage with any of this when her depression is dragging her to the depths. “I don’t have my phone, so…”
Lost somewhere in the scramble at the supermarket. Willow shrugs.
“I’m Willow.”
Not that he blames her for being so, but damn is she sad. He’s not sure what to do for a moment — or what he even can do in order to help her feel at least a little better. Grabbing her the phone is out of the question, so is that cat… There is no one else skulking around the clubhouse right now to ask about any other privileges…
Wait a damn minute. There is no one here, and he can unlock doors with his mind! This is perfect! A little outing won’t fix the problem, but it will help, right? He just needs to establish a report, then maybe he can really help lift her spirits...
“ Want to get out of this room for a little bit at least? Being stuck in one room blows, I can take you to the kitchen and get you something to eat if you want. Just don’t tell the other guys, aight? ”
He'd be in all kinds of trouble if Hawk found out. Then again, Conrad thinks it’s fucked up that he’s keeping this girl like a prisoner for doing nothing but being in the wrong place at the wrong time. “ I asked the guys to get those big things of raw cookie dough, we can always bake some of that shit up. ”
At this time of night she’s usually got the woods to herself. Dusk hangs in the trees, flog thick as a blanket in the branches. The forest is always so much more vibrant in the rain, all colors deepened and richer. Rain or shine she comes to the forest — a nice place to get high, away from people, somewhere nice and quiet with no city sound pollution. Candi tucks her hands further into the front pocket of her hoody, a shiver running through her body as she suddenly becomes aware of eyes on her. Not just an animal's eyes — people eyes.
God, can they tell she’s high?
Candi smiles, eyes shifting from the trees just off trail to the offending gaze. Whoever he is, his curls glow in the waning light, skin pale and snowy against the darkness of the woods. She can’t see much of his face — the failing light and the drape of his curls both make seeing his eyes nearly impossible — but from what she CAN see, she knows @ohfiendangelical is beautiful. It’s about then she realizes she has fully been staring at him for a moment or two. She turns her head away and smiles shyly.
“ Glad I’m not the only one that appreciates the forest during a rain. But aren’t you cold? ”
new stridshundar dossier just dropped
》 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜. 《
Today she decided not to come out of her room. “Her room”, as though this is a place she feels completely safe, as though this is home. Willow’s energy is dark today, darker even than the day she was brought here and locked here. It’s taken her all day to even emerge from under her blanket, and now as the sun begins to set and she’s refused the meals left at her door, she’s staring at the walls too ashamed to knock and ask to be released into the rest of the house.
The sudden appearance of a man’s figure startles her, but the haze of static washing over her skin, leaving her with that faraway feeling she’s been plagued with all day, keeps her from jumping in alarm, instead she only blinks. Something about him, she knows, is different. Her subconscious pulls to him.
“I think girls who miss their cats have business being this sad…”
“ You have a kitty? ” Conrad’s heels barely make a noise on the hardwood floor as he moves fluidly through the room, taking a careful seat on the very edge of her bed. She isn’t as put off by his presents and he would expect — he only just noticed he forgot to use the door like a normal, alive person might, “ What’s your cat's name? Do you have pictures? ”
For just a moment, Conrad debated an idea — the offer to bring her cat to her so that she isn’t so lonely in her current situation. There are, regrettably, many problems with this idea.
That might be considered insubordination, and the last thing he wants is to piss off Hawk.
Cats don’t exactly like Conrad all that much, especially at first. ( The whole ghost thing really tends to freak them out, much to his dismay. )
And perhaps most importantly — Because of an argument with Hunter, Conrad’s skull, or better known as his tie to this world in which he cannot stray very far from, has now been hung on the wall with iron fastening, making it impossible to take it off the wall by himself, meaning that he can’t go anywhere.
Basically he is just as stuck as she is, so he decides not to offer. Maybe he will bring the idea up with Hawk instead, “ Just realized I asked for your cat’s name before I asked for yours. Do over? ”
