Sunset Indies

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Let's be real here. You could show me scientific evidence that a cold shower taken daily will cause you to reach your goal weight in a week, cure cancer, give you perfect skin, and somehow magically cause you to win the lottery....and I'd still probably heat my water with the fires of Mount Doom.

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I don’t get why people get so uppity about other people loving ships? Like honestly they are my favorite thing ever, and if you get holier than thou, oh im such a better writer than you because I have less ships, well thats just shitty. I mean you don’t have to follow a person if you have an issue with them having ships? Like get over yourself to be honest.

Ships are just really amazing and people shouldn’t be ashamed of having them or loving them.

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Name: Gendry Anderson Age: 28 Role within the circus: Psychic/Fortune Teller Short bio/additional info:

Growing up an only child is often lonely, but for Gendry it was far more than that. Shortly after his birth, both of his parents were killed in an automobile accident. Gendry was sent to live with his aunt in a small town just outside of Paris where everyone seemed to know everything about everyone. His abilities as a psychic developed at a very young age. Being hardly more than a toddler, he had no idea that he should be hiding his talents from those around him. He freely spoke to people about the dead, his conversations with them, and even how he could see ‘movies’ of things that hadn’t happened yet. Needless to say, by the time he realized he should keep these things to himself the damage had been done. He was branded the town freak before he hit puberty, and never quite outgrew the label.

In junior high the other students were beyond horrible to him. They bullied him verbally and physically, and often made him the butt of their cruel games. No one stood up for the strange child who often had “unexplainable” scrapes and bruises. Even the adults turned a blind eye to his torment, too frightened of the boy who had once claimed to be psychic. By the time he reached high school, Gendry had learned how to take the beatings with the least amount of damage. He began to run every morning, lift weights, and took up boxing in order to defend himself. The last time anyone ever bullied him was when he sent the star quarterback to the hospital in self defense. After that, people were afraid of him for more than just his rumored abilities and generally left him alone.

Gendry ran away with the circus when he was eighteen. The small town life held nothing for his future except for torment, loneliness, and the certainty of eternal misery. The circus, on the other hand, promised adventure, acceptance, and even the possibility of happiness. Years of hiding himself from those around him have given him a seemingly permanent stone faced demeanor. Those who are lucky enough to get past his nearly impenetrable walls, though, will learn that even though he is truly and completely a sass-master asshole, he also has a heart of gold.

How did they find the circus?

Gendry didn’t find the circus, the circus found him. It appeared in his hometown one morning, less than a mile from his house. He was the first to discover its arrival, as he was an early riser. He often wandered about the town in the early hours of the morning as a way to see the town without fear of running into his daily tormentors. When he found the circus, he immediately felt drawn to its gates. The temptation to enter ahead of opening was great, but he resisted. He visited the circus every night that it was in town, and befriended many of the acts. When it was time for the circus to go, he was invited to accompany it and left without a second thought or even a glance at what he was leaving behind.

What is their attitude toward the circus? What do they hope to gain from it?

The circus is the only place where Gendry has felt that he can be himself, no holds barred. For most of his life he was looked upon as a freak, someone to be feared and teased. It wasn’t until he found the circus that he realized he could be more than that, and even fit in somewhere. He loves the circus, and that love is one of the only emotions he will freely show.

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HEADCANON QUESTIONS:

✿: What is your muses favourite scent?

☼: What is your muses favourite kind of weather?

☤: Is your muse allergic to anything?

♫: Does your muse like music? What kind?

✉: What is something your muse would write about?

✈: How far has your muse travelled away from their home?

💕: Does your muse have any crushes?

★: What is your muse’s zodiac?

✞: Does your muse have an religious beliefs? What are they?

∞: Is there something about your muse that has been constant throughout their life?

✘: What are your muses pet peeves?

💲: What is your muse like with their money? What’s their financial situation?

⚽: What’s your muse’s favourite sport?

✔: What is your muse’s sexuality?

✋: Is your muse left or right handed?

👓: Does your muse need reading aids? Contacts or glasses?

🎒: What does your muse normally keep in their bag?

🚑: Does your muse have any disabilities/impairments?

👕: What is your muse’s fashion sense like?

🎲: Does your muse like to gamble?

🍕: What’s your muses favourite food?

🍸: Does your muse like to consume alcohol? What’s their favourite kind?

💉: Does your muse have a substance addiction? To what?

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Control || Alanopher

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Christopher took a slow, deep breath, trying to calm himself down despite her laugh at him. Right. She had found him. Like she always did. He should have figured that out when he had somehow found her here. He knew it would take some help, so he hadn’t been all that secretive of his movements to find her, but he didn’t expect for her to come basically right to him. But, he didn’t know why he was dwelling on it so much. He had wanted to find her, and now she was here. That was what was important. Though he was a little worried about getting her help with her impatient tone. He should have figured he couldn’t rely on her good favor forever.

“I had an…incident.” He sighed, glancing around the bar, not wanting anyone to overhear the conversation. People were paying attention to the two of them. Well, they were mostly paying attention to her, but that was to be expected. He just didn’t like the venomous looks he was getting for speaking to her. “Can we go outside? I’ll stop wasting your time with euphemisms if we do.” He shoved his hands deep in his pockets to try and stop some of his fidgeting to try and look normal.

“It’s a shitty bar, which makes this sort of a shitty venue for this sort of thing.” He started to edge towards the exit, but he by no means was going to assume she was going to follow. She could just as easily agree and breeze past him to the exit as she could insist they stay there, risk it for a bit of fun on her part. He knew she had sense, but his sense of self-preservation was very different from hers.

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Alana’s eyebrow quirked at his almost admission. An incident? What the hell was that supposed to mean? She could have followed his gaze, but she knew what she would see if she did. He was worried because people were looking their way, and his emotions became even more clouded as he realized just how much attention was focused on them. She nodded at his request, the headache preventing her from doing much more. It was almost funny to watch him squirm like this, but she much preferred when she was the cause. “Fine, but quit fidgeting like that. People are going to think we’re making a drug deal or something. You think we have attention on us now, just wait until someone calls the cops.”

If not for how intense his emotions were, she would have let him spill his heart out to her inside the bar. Since they were so near the door, though, she sauntered past him and out onto the street. It was after dark, which meant that the small town they’d found themselves in had mostly gone to bed. Reaching out, Alana took the human’s hand and pulled him along down the road at a comfortable pace. She didn’t want to look suspicious any more than he did. The last thing they needed was to deal with a curious onlooker, the human police, or something that just happened to report back to the gods. She knew Hades was looking for his pet, and though she’d done her best to hide him she knew that couldn’t last forever.

Down the road a ways was the local park, and Alana used the shadows of the trees to their advantage. Anyone who happened to see them would think that they were lovers trying to sneak off for some privacy. No doubt there would be rumors of the newcomers and their illicit doings the following day, but for now at least they were out of sight. Finding a bench in the relative darkness, Alana sat down and fixed her gaze upon the reason she was even in this horrible town. “Alright, spill. Your emotions are clouding your mind so much that I can’t even pull the source out myself. Not to mention their intensity is giving me the worst headache I’ve had in years. What the hell did you do? Don’t tell me Hades found you...”

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Control || Alanopher

He pressed his sweating palms down the rough fabric of his jeans. Every time Christopher tried to rehearse what he was going to say to Alana, how he was going to explain everything, all the memories came flooding back. His heart rate picked up and from there it felt like things were starting to fall apart. He had never actually touched the guy, but he had felt the life slip away from him. The shadows had done everything, but this was one of the first times that he felt like the shadows were an extension of himself. Yet at the same time he had had no control over them.

He shook his head, rubbing his hands over his eyes. He’d just have to go in without much of a plan and hope for the best. Over the time he had known Alana, she didn’t seem to mind him not having much of a plan anyways. She liked to be more in control. The one with the plans. The one bossing him around. And that’s what he needed. Her control. He was used to being surrounded by people, creatures, and all manner of just general things that could kill him. He wasn’t used to the being doing the killing. He couldn’t be the thing doing the killing. But he just wasn’t quite sure how to get that across to Alana. At the very least, she’d let him try and stumble over his words for a little bit, probably figuring out his point before he even could. He was actually so concerned with how he would be stumbling over what he said, that he stumbled into the familiar blonde.

He pulled away, swearing, quickly getting out of the line of physical violence from her. “Shit, Alana, sorry. I was–This was supposed to be–Fuck.” The bar was at least full enough that he could reasonably blame the bump on someone else as he edged around to get to her front. He ran a hand through his hair. “Hi. I didn’t think I’d actually find you this quickly.”

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The powers of the world were shifting. Alana could feel the energies moving beneath the surface, just as they had time and time again over the centuries. Curious to see where the dominoes were beginning to fall, she had increased the frequency at which she required reports from her various minions across the globe. It was this decision which led to the expedited news that her favorite human play thing was looking for her. It was amusing that he thought he’d be able to find her on his own, but she figured he must know that she at least checked in on him now and again. Though he likely had no idea of just how closely she monitored his activities.

Decided that she’d rather have her human play thing out of the way when the world turned to ashes, she uprooted and made her way to his location. Her lip had curled as she’d stepped off the plane in Mississippi, and she felt the familiar scowl stretch across her face as she glanced at her surroundings now. What on earth had made him believe he’d find her here, she was certain she’d never know. She followed the directions she’d been given towards the hotel where he was staying, making pointed eye contact with every pedestrian who crossed her path. Not far from what she’d been informed would be his location, she sensed the human nearby. More importantly, she sensed his distress. An unfamiliar surge of concern surged through her briefly before she was able to squash the tide of emotion.

As she turned the corner, Alana felt the emotions of the human like a tidal wave before she even felt his body colliding with hers. The scowl on her face quickly turned to a smirk as she realized just how flustered he was to have run into her. His words caused a coarse laugh to burst from her throat before she could swallow it down. “And just what makes you believe that you were the one who found me?” The condescending stare she gave him could have wilted the bravest of men, but she knew he was accustomed to no less from her. “My darling little human, I heard you were looking for me and so I came. Now, what is all of this ridiculous distress that’s making your mind so cloudy?” Alana didn’t have the patience to play with him until his emotions were under control. They were beginning to give her a headache.

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Small Town Blues || Alanopher

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Christopher was confused by the specifics of what she was talking about, but honestly, he always expected the worst when it came to the gods and the number of creatures who were god-like compared to normal humans. Who were god-like when even compared to his enhanced self. He had heard some whispers, but had really kept his nose out of it. He had figured he was under the radar enough, and seeking out information on that sort of thing would only put him at more risk.

So, in a way, it was lucky that Alana had managed to find him so easily. He didn’t think it meant that his hiding spot was bad, it just meant that Alana had wanted to find him, and since she wanted it, she had made it happen. It sometimes evoked a strong pang of jealousy in him how easily everything seemed to come for her, but each time it did, he had to remind himself that she probably had who knew how many millennia on him. He dropped into the chair, shrugging, looking around the town. “It’s not Athens, but I’m not afraid to go out at night.” He leaned closer to her, dropping his voice. “Though I guess now the residents need to be worried, don’t they?” He leaned back in the chair, raising his eyebrows at her.

He looked away at her question, pressing his lips into a thin line. He had thought about her. He knew it was useless to deny it, but he couldn’t stop his instinct to at least avoid answering. Christopher sighed, acquiescing to answering her follow-up. “I did miss you. How could I not?” He finally gave in, letting his lips curl into an honest smile for her. He propped his head up on his fist, looking at her. “How long are you going to be around here for? I… I assume,” his tone dropped a bit. “I’m assuming you aren’t sticking around here for very long.” He really couldn’t mask his disappointment at the thought at all. As happy as he was at the prospect of seeing her again, he knew she’d be quick to move on to a place that suited her preferences better.

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A coy nod of her head confirmed his statement. She refused to go into more detail at the moment, but at least now he knew that she was there for a reason. Over her many years she’d seen empires rise and fall, but everything seemed to right itself in the end. And Alana always came out on top. She wasn’t worried for herself or for the wellbeing of anyone she chose to protect, but she had no illusions that she was invincible. After all, she’d managed to survive for so long not solely based on her accelerated healing, but also by the skill of evasion she’d learned long ago. If she could avoid unnecessary trouble, then that is exactly what she would do. “They’re safe enough for now, but I suppose the longevity of their safety depends on you. This is no place to speak of such things, though, so drop it for now.”

A spark of appreciation blossomed in her chest as his emotions played openly upon his face. He had missed her, and he was hoping not to lose her again so quickly. Well, it was definitely nice to be wanted, even if she was used to the sentiment. “Fear not, Christopher, I’ll be keeping you close by my side for a while to come.” Taking another sip of her coffee, she was pleased to find that her drink had finally finished. No longer would she have to keep up the pretense of enjoying the bitter liquid as it filled her mouth and dripped down her throat. What this little town considered coffee was repulsive, and as she turned in her chair towards the trash bin behind her she was pleased to have the offending cup out of her sight.

“Tell me, where have you taken up residence in this sorry excuse for a town?” Though they weren’t remarkably close, Christopher knew her as well as almost anyone. Of course he would realize that she had no love for small town life or the people who flocked to it. “I’d just love to see what little place you’ve chosen to be your home. Why don’t you show it to me?” The invitation was open in her voice. She wanted to retire to his house not only to discuss the reason she was in Mississippi, but also to do what they did best. Talking about things that were important was not her strong suit, and she usually had no desire to do so, but unfortunately it was often inevitable. At least, in this case, she might get some ulterior satisfaction out of her efforts.

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Small Town Blues || Alanopher

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Christopher didn’t mind the small town. He hadn’t like it at first. Even before getting captured, he had liked cities better, it was why he had ended up in Athens and at the mercy of Hades in the first place. And after… Well, he didn’t mind blending in a bit. In fact, he preferred it. Sticking out had never been all that safe for him. After a few false starts that presented fresh new circles of Hell that he felt like he had been living, he had found Roxie, and he had actually found a town not full of things that wanted to kill him. It felt like he could breathe. He didn’t have to worry about how quickly or slowly his abilities manifested themselves, because he didn’t need to use them for as long as he had been there.

Still, he didn’t like to admit that he had fallen into a bit of a rut. He didn’t go the exact same place every day, but it was getting near enough. Around now he was on a walk. More time to just him and his thoughts than anything else. Except they weren’t all his thoughts. A familiar voice was in his head. A voice he was sure he wasn’t going to see again, and he was sure would not bother with a town like this. He looked around, searching for her, knowing she had to be around there someone. Finally spotting the familiar blonde head, he headed straight towards her, already forgetting about why he was so happy with the quiet town that barely saw an accident, let alone a murder.

He stood beside her, in a strange sort of shock that left him standing, looking down at her. “I…” He coughed, looking anywhere but her, scratching the back of his neck nervously. “It, uh, it has been a long time. So long, that I thought I wouldn’t see you.” He cursed himself, realizing how it must have sounded. “Not that I’m not glad, it’s just really unexpected. But I am glad. To see you.”

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It didn’t take long before her handsome human toy had spotted her and was moving in her direction. This type of lifestyle seemed to be almost suiting him. A nice bronze had taken over his skin, as if he spent a lot of time outdoors. He looked healthy, and somehow almost less fragile than the last time she’d seen him. When he finally reached her the shock on his face was so plain that she wondered if the townspeople were about to gather in expectation of some excitement. After all, she couldn’t be the only one bored out of her skull with this slow moving lifestyle. Gods knew what she would do if she had to endure it much longer.

“You’re glad to see me?” Tilting her head to the side, she surveyed him openly. Alana had always been impressed by the toned musculature that he seemed to so effortlessly maintain. The appreciative glances of nearby women didn’t escape her notice, and she put on her best flirtatious smile so as not to seem out of place. “Well that must mean you haven’t yet figured out why I’m here. Don’t worry, I’ll give your little brain some time to make a few connections. That is, I assume you know what’s going on outside of this dinky little po-dunk town you’ve discovered.” This was no place to speak of such things, she knew that, but giving him a hint wouldn’t hurt anything. If there was one stereotype about small towns that had earned its reputation, it was that everyone knew everyone’s business and busybodies ran rampant.

Nudging the other chair at her table with her foot, she pushed it away from the table a bit. “Have a seat Christopher.” As soon as he’d taken the chair, she wrapped her foot around the back of his leg provocatively. It had been ages since the two of them had been together, but he didn’t seem to have changed much. The muscles in his calf were exactly as she remembered them from the last time she’d had the pleasure of causing them to tense. “So if you didn’t think you’d ever see me again, does that mean you thought about me?” Alana looked up at him almost innocently from underneath her long eyelashes. She was playing with him, and she was certain he knew it, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy the game. “Did you miss me?”

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Small Town Blues || Alanopher

Drumming her fingers on the table in front of her, Alana tried her best to continue breathing. She hated this small town and everything it stood for. With a whopping population of just under five hundred people, she could not imagine a more mundane and depressing existence than residing here. Yet, here she was, trying her best to enjoy the smiles of the people passing by and the taste of bitter coffee on her tongue. It had taken her weeks to track down her shadow infected plaything, and once she had she’d almost regretted the urge to make sure he was protected. Not that she’d ever admit to him why she was here, but after a few days in Roxie, Mississippi, she wasn’t sure how much longer she could wait for him to notice she was around.

A breeze slipped lazily through the streets, teasing the summer heat off of those unfortunate enough to be outside. She watched as dresses were taunted upwards and women reached to smooth them down. Everything moved so slowly here, and there was almost no chance of entertainment. If Christopher didn’t stumble upon her sooner rather than later, she was fairly certain that she was going to give in to madness. What she wouldn’t give for a good murder to present itself, or even just someone interesting enough to give her a few good rounds in the sheets. It had been days since she’d given in to her most carnal desires, and she was feeling the effects of abstaining as if they clung to her chest.

Alana could almost feel herself growing restless, her skin prickling and aching to rip itself from muscle and bone. The growing need within her to take advantage of lust or search out fresh blood was like a pit opening in her belly and aching for public disturbance. She was almost tempted to do something irrational, like seducing someone in the middle of the street, but knew that keeping a low profile was far too important right now. Taking another sip of the sorry excuse for coffee, she glanced once more around the street and caught sight of the reason she was in this gods-forsaken town. With a smug grin and a well placed jolt of power, she sent him a single thought to entice the human into coming her way. It’s been a long time, stranger.

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What a weird coincidence! I pulled up tumblr and banged on the keyboard and now I’m on Alana! injectedshadows

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Home for Christmas // Alatum

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A happy sigh escaped him as she pulled him to her. Holding her in his arms, Tatum always felt something close to invincible. She was perfection, plain and simple. And the fact that she had chosen him all those years ago would forever confound him. She’d had so many choices and yet she’d called him. He returned her smile, genuinely happy for the first time in months.

Hearing her call him Ripper again caused a strange mix of pride and lust in him. Those months, the killing, the sheer panic he’d caused, those were the happiest moments of his long life that didn’t involve Aneaka. And the fact that she was proud of him for it, there was little that could compare. “I miss those days. Being your Ripper. I miss people going into their houses at ten p.m. because they’re worried the boogeyman is out to get them. I miss the blood.” 

Tardenl knew that it wouldn’t be as easy to do today. Forensics and science had seen to that. But he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like.  He let out a slow breath focusing on the woman before him and not the bloodlust that was rising. Of course, bloodlust and Aneaka went almost hand in hand in his mind. 

He let himself be pulled into the kiss, the tender moment sparking something in him. He felt her desire, and knew he wasn’t alone in this. In a smooth motion, his hands traveled from her waist down to the back of her thighs, picking her up, urging her to wrap her legs round his waist. He continued kissing her, eager for the connection to continue as he moved them toward the bedroom.

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As his hand moved south an involuntary shudder crept down her spine. She knew where this headed, and she longed for the mindless connection the two shared when in the throes of their desire. As she was lifted from the ground her legs wrapped around his waist automatically, knowing what to do without her commanding them. His words struck true within her. The blood. Oh how she missed the blood. It was her plan to make their way back to Athens. The gods were stirring, she could feel it. Perhaps they'd leave a misleading trail of bodies on the way there. Changing up their tactics now and then would distract the authorities enough that they'd never be caught. The pair had learned long ago how to avoid evidence, and the more she thought about it the more it excited her.

As they entered the bedroom she parted their lips, trailing soft kisses towards his neck and planting her teeth in his flesh. Beings of the dark weren't particularly fond of anything gentle, and she was no exception. Few humans had been able to pleasure her the way her Tatum knew how. In their defense, though, he had been doing so since the beginning of time on this earth. He knew all the right buttons to press and how to leave her wanting more. Her mind spun with the anticipation of the connection that she'd longed for ever since they'd last parted. It was almost painful waiting, but she had always liked pain.

"We could go on a spree. We're going back to Athens, it's time. The gods are stirring and I want to find the reason for it. We can have some fun on the way there. We'll wreak havoc, scare the mindless drones that run this world, and bathe in the blood of the so-called innocents." She knew the effect her words would have on him. Alana and Tatum had a similar disposition for blood and pain. It was amazing sometimes that they could feel anything besides anger, hatred, and bloodlust. A warmth was spreading through her at the plans forming in her mind. She wanted them now. She wanted to feel the blood flowing from their victims, to kiss Tardenl with its warmth on her lips. Her breath was beginning to quicken with everything running through her mind, but for now there was only one thing she needed immediately. "You will have me now."

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Say something, I’m giving up on you.

I’ll be the one, if you want me to.

Anywhere, I would’ve followed you.

Say something, I’m giving up on you.

And I am feeling so small.

It was over my head

I know nothing at all.

And I will stumble and fall.