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# 𝖘 𝖜 𝖆 𝖑 𝖑 𝖔 𝖜 ℝ 𝕆 𝕋 southern gothic inspired indie oc , with original lore written by s . DEAD DOVE , DO NOT EAT . themes present including but not limited to : cannibalism , mental / physical illness , animal death && more will be added later . a study in : the sole survivor , family curses, fucking around and finding out , toughness learned out of necessity , loneliness && loss . please read rules before interacting . ⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

// HISTORY. kenny mason grew up on an isolated louisiana farm with his parents, 5 older sisters, aunts and uncles, as well as a few other folk who weren’t blood but were treated as they were. the farm was pretty self sufficient, the masons going to town every other week or so to sell at farmers markets and for supply runs. one particularly hot spring day, some of kenny's cousins went out hunting to bring back a deer to share with the family — a rather normal pastime for the mason boys — but something about this deer didn’t look right to kenny. the fur was matted down funny, the eyes bulged from the poor things skull. his cousins insisted that it was just the heat that did it to the poor buck and kenny wasn’t convinced. he tried to warn everyone off eating it, just in case, but because they are a "no waste" kinda family and all kenny had to go off of was a gut feeling they ate it anyways, and teased him to no end while doing it. kenny went hungry that night, and was the only one that didn't eat the deer’s meat. the changes didn’t take long, everyone on the farm started acting strange pretty quickly; it was little things at first — forgetfulness, listlessness, unable to sleep properly, and some began coming down with some sort of flu. then came the hostile and violent attitudes. It reached a fever pitch when in the early hours of the morning kenny snuck to the kitchen to investigate the source of a horrible ruckus, witnessing his father murdering one of his older sisters and eating her right there on the kitchen table. kenny watched in horror as everyone started turning bloodthirsty and decided then that it's time to go — the only one of his family he was able to pull away from the chaos is the youngest of his older sisters, but even she began to get aggressive, biting and scratching at his eyes. in the struggle he is forced to kill her to escape. he steals the family camper van and drives off, scared about what's happening to his family, absolutely devastated about killing his sister --- so he stays on the run, never settling down, living in the back of the camper van, afraid that some day he will be found out for the murder of his sister, or possibly blamed for the chaos at the farm. or worse still, hes scared that one day he will get sick just like they did.

#(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ₀₀. pinned.#s. / twenty8 / he&him.

bludrite

"fuck off? tell me 'fuck off' in my own house? man, you've got some fuckin' nerve--" jay takes one step forward, then swivels back toward the car he'd been tinkering with. if he just doesn't look at kenny, if he just doesn't hear his voice, then he can keep a lid on this.

jay's a lover, not a fighter. he really doesn't want to make this a terrible thing. it's happening, he wants to be happy for 'em, but --

back around, he spins:

"all well'n'good to be hopeful, kenneth, but in case you fuckin' forgot, it's the end of the world out there, yeah? zombies. no medicine, no hospitals, no ambulances or surgeries. just fuckin' death, all around, and if that baby dies--"

swallowrot

of course he’s thought about it. he’s panicked about it, he’s gotten sick with anxiety about it. they didn’t tell him right away, they told him when kenny felt like he could pull himself together enough to face jay and say it. his stomach still twists in knots about the idea, but the beauty that could come from it — will come from it, god willing — is worth the risk. right? this will all be worth the risk?

it has to be.

“ — would you be so fuckin’ pressed about this if the baby was yours? ” he speaks without thinking, fueling by the mounting rage and the beer that still works through his system. even despite the anger, his voice is low, even toned — ever a soft speaker, even when he’s mad.

#bludrite #(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ₀₁. in character.#(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ᵥ ₀₂. louisiana overrun.

NO MORE CUSTOM COLOR TEXT I CANT TAKE IT ANYMOREEEEEEEEEEE

#IM FREEING MYSELF FROM MY SHACKLES!!!!!!!#(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ₀₀. out of character.

bludrite

"then why tell me in the first-fuckin'-place?" now he does turn to kenny. it's not quite rage in his voice, he's too calm for that -- but there's a certain anger to him that can only be described as barely contained.

in front of willow, it's easy to be calm. he didn't want to upset her when she looked so hopeful, didn't want to put her in any distress -- but kenny gets it, no bullshit, god's honest truth, man-to-man:

"she could die, kenny."

swallowrot

⫘⫘ ♱ ⫘⫘ “ ya think i’m not fuckin’ aware of that? of course i am. we told ya because she wanted to. we told ya so you could come to terms with it before she started showin’. ”

he’s not an idiot. he knows just by the look on jay’s face what willow means to him. how he would scoop her up in an instant if he were given the chance. shit, if anything happened to kenny, he would want nothing more than for jay to do just that. but nothing has happened. and nothing will.

“ now fuck off, find somethin’ else to be pissed at me about. this is supposed to be happy. we can be worried but we need to keep positive. for her. ”

#(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ₀₁. in character.#(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ᵥ ₀₂. louisiana overrun.#bludrite

what a full house — last time he was here it was just him and zero. until felix got back from his trip, of course. but that was around the time he snuck out and left; he figured it was only then that zero wouldn’t chase after him, begging to bring him back. and he was right. and something about that was strangely disappointing to him.

but he had big plans to stay away, to leave california all together. he tried his damnedest, too — but it’s a huge state, and fuel prices are outrageous, and the whisperings started in the back of his head and he didn’t feel safe enough to drive in fear he would lose his house and his dog and everything else he had left.

then he saw the omen, and then he had a dream so awful he couldn’t sleep for three days afterward. and then poor gracie ran out of food and he had no choice but to turn back and ask for help from the only person he could think to ask.

with his tail tucked between his legs, with anxiety that made his body sweat and his palms itch, kenny walks through the house, dodging eye contact with the new residence, until he reaches the master bedroom. the sight of @ohfiendangelical’s blond curls and deep brown eyes fills kenny with all sort of strange, conflicting emotions. he shoves it all down and offers a smile.

“ whatcha still doin’ in bed, darlin’? it’s basically dinner time! ”

#ohfiendangelical #(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ᵥ ₀₁. main verse.#(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ₀₁. in character.

bludrite

@swallowrot

in wake of 'the good news' jay has taken himself to the garage. it had been hard to keep the dread from his face, the anger and the panic when he'd heard this morning. now, in the quiet with her sleeping in the rv outside, it's impossible to stop the thoughts from circling.

he grabs a wrench and a rag and begins aimlessly tinkering with the hood of a beat-up old rover, just to busy his hands. it almost distracts him from the sound of footsteps coming up behind him, the sure-footed heavy step of kenny after a beer or two.

jay sets the wrench down with a bit more aggression than he means to. best not have it in his hands when he says what he needs to say. he doesn't turn around.

"you know how fuckin' dangerous it is."

swallowrot

does jay really think he isn’t scared too? does he think he hasn’t thought of how dangerous it is? it was the first thing he thought of — none of them know how to deliver a baby, now to properly care for willow now that she’s…

now that they are going to have a baby… oh god, he’s going to be a father. he never thought he would be so lucky. he’s terrified.

and he’d hate the say that he was expecting something like this from jay. jay cares, jay loves her, and the beers in kenny’s system tell him that jay is jealous. and maybe he is, but it doesn’t warrant kenny’s reaction.

he stops in his tracks, eyes cold, lips pulled into a tight line. his tone is sharp, “ it’s none a’ yer business, jay. leave it be. ”

#(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ₀₁. in character.#(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ᵥ ₀₂. louisiana overrun.#bludrite

⫘⫘ ♱ ⫘⫘ “ ‘mere baby. i cut up some peaches for the both of us to share. ” kenny doesn’t think himself a smart man, more a lucky man — but he is certainly smart enough to notice when his baby’s feeling down. @doehartd ain’t exactly the most subtle about it, though. gets that from her daddy, he reckons.

“ y’need to talk ‘bout it, missy? yer face is all screwed up like you ate somethin’ nasty. somethin’ got you down? ”

#(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ₀₁. in character.#(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ᵥ ₀₂. salvation at last.#doehartd

just an fyi : i might be getting rid of some of my drafts here that im just not really feeling anymore. if there is something in particular that you want to save please let me know! other than that, consider this free invitation to send memes / reach out to start smthn new ! :))

#(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ₀₀. out of character.

been a second, huh? lol

#(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ₀₀. out of character.#since april apparently. woof.

@unpossession prayed: “your voice is putting me to sleep.” & ❛ We can't stay here. We both know that. ❜ (because i thought they would go good together...)

she’s right, they can’t stay, no matter how much they might now want to leave. national parks are great for short stays, to pass through, to look at — but the soil can’t be used for crops, the winters are too harsh, they are too far away from towns and cities where vital supplies are.

but it doesn’t stop them for enjoying the beauty for a while. the cricket are so loud they are nearly deafening, and surely a good noise cover to keep them safe from the dead that surely shamble just beyond the treeline. the river just below sends cool air up to their camp, a much needed relief from the dull summer heat that still lingers on the inside of the camper.

“ but if we could dream — an’ we gotta allow ourselves to dream from time to time — i’d build a cabin right over there, down the stream, where i saw the fish collectin’ so i could just wake up, sit out on the porch in the mornin’ and catch us up somethin’ to fry for breakfast — ”

she’s held in his arms like the precious thing she is, her head rested against his chest as he talks nonsense at her. the nights have been hard lately — he can’t help but to imagine she hasn’t been getting the best sleep. maybe it was his plan to lull her there with the sound of his voice.

“ shut yer eyes if you need, darlin’. i’ll carry ya to the camper when it’s time to go inside. ”

#>:3 HEHEHEHE #unpossession #(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ₀₁. in character.#(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ᵥ ₀₂. louisiana overrun.#(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ₀₀. answered.

unpossession

In truth, he frightens her when he is like this. The wide eyes, the pacing, the locked jaw chewing on thoughts that move too fast to process. She thinks it is mania, she’s seen it in herself before, the frenzied high of someone about to jump off a ledge because they believe they can fly.

Kenny’s shirt is stained with blood. It’s dried and stuck to his skin where the welts have bled through. She wishes he would let her help him, but he insists that she can’t. God wants him to hurt. Willow has to wonder if he thinks God wants her to hurt, too.

Or the kids. God. They’ve been scared, too.

Willow stands with her back to the bark of a tree, trembling. She has asked the question she should never have to ask, and he is denying it. No. He would never hurt them. No, because—

@swallowrot said: ❝ When I look at you, I see something divine. Something holy. ❞

Willow’s eyes, glistening like a martyr-saint, can’t seem to focus on him. He’s always moving, anyway. She sucks in air through her teeth and steps forward.

“Then let me help you. Please. Let— let me look at what you’ve done to your back, I— If I’m something Holy, then I should be allowed to help, right? To save you?”

swallowrot

He looks at her as if the plan she purposes isn’t a sensible one. He looks at her like she’s lost her mind, the mere thought of it offensive. Help him? Touch him, in a state of such filth and uncleanliness? For the first time since she followed him out here does he really look at her — really look, but the Kenny that looks at her isn’t really the one that she knows.

“ I can’t let you do that. ” no flowery language, no pet names — straight and to the point, desperate, and he punctuates his words by taking a careful step back away from her, “ I fear the flames of Hell might lick up through me and burn you. Scar you —- mark you. You ain’t meant for that pit like I am. Y-you and the kids, you’re light… pure and untouched and I thank the Lord every day that he grants you and them such purity. ”

He’s back to pacing, back to biting the nails on his fingers down so far they bleed. “ But I… I’ve always had to work for the great Lord’s blessing and this… this is my recompense. ” After all, blood, sweat and tears are how all the best things are made.

#unpossession #(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ₀₁. in character.#(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ᵥ ₀₂. louisiana overrun.

doehartd

"...okay daddy." but she is soooo unhappy about this decision. missy hops over the shattered glass and ceramics to get to kenny, so that he can show her what needs to be done. there's a lot of sticky substances everywhere, and lots of sharp thing she's liable to cut herself on without his careful guidance. "can we pick some flowers on the way? like a sorry present?"

swallowrot

⫘⫘ ♱ ⫘⫘ “ If that’s what you’d like, we can do that. ”

Kenny directs ‘lil’ Missy on how to clean up the spill, what to do with the broken glass and how to be careful — her and her brother are such great listeners when they want to be. Once the mess is clean and her hands are washed, he puts a gentle, comforting hand on her little shoulder.

“ I’ll take ya to my special flower garden, you can pick em from there, how about that? ”

#(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ₀₁. in character.#(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ᵥ ₀₂. salvation at last.#doehartd

lightningcrashes

KYLE GALLNER as HASIL FARRELL Outsiders | 2.03 "Banishment"

#(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ₀₂. vis.

doehartd

"do we gotta tell mama?" she was reaaaally hoping they would just let her find out the cup was missing herself. that way, she might not get in so much trouble... she really liked that cup. dark blue, with stars all painted on the inside and outside. her 'cup of stars'. she'd miss it, for sure - but missy wouldn't be the one to break the sad, sad news.

her toes curl on the kitchen tile, she chews unhappily on her thumb. the taste of cherries doesn't feel right, any more. guilt has spoiled the sugar.

swallowrot

⫘⫘ ♱ ⫘⫘ “ We don’t have to tell her anything. You do. ”

But he will be there for support. It’s important to teach her how to take responsibility, but he knows how scary it is, even if it’s just a cup, even if it’s just Willow she’s telling. He knows his wife, though — she may be upset but she will handle it with grace, won't she? Gentle and kind... he wishes he could have married her proper in a huge cathedral so God could see just how happy she makes him. Lord, she's the perfect woman.

“ It’s the right thing to do. She might be mad but she will understand. I’ll be there so you can hold my hand while you tell her. ”

#(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ₀₁. in character.#(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ᵥ ₀₂. salvation at last.#doehartd

doehartd

she counts in a similar fashion, not to calm down but to count down until he speaks. when daddy is quiet she really knows she's in trouble because he has to mind what he says - like both her parents always say, it's better to be calm before you speak, to make sure that nothing nasty comes out.

lil missy shakes her head. "n-no, the red stuff's all the cherry jam..."

swallowrot

⫘⫘ ♱ ⫘⫘ “ A’ight. That’s good. ”

He had always been worried he would have a temper like his father. He loved the man to pieces, but the rage he felt was as hot as the sun — unable to control all of that from bubbling up when Kenny or his sister did anything to frustrate him.

Once the initial frustration passes, though, it’s easy to be calm. In fact, if he were a worse parent he might cave and coddle. Give her what she wants and clean up the mess for her — it’s hard to stay mad at her when she’s got such a sweet look on her face like that.

“ I’ll show you how to clean up the glass, and when you’re done cleanin’, we are gonna go to mama and tell her 'bout her cup, a’ight? ”

#doehartd #(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ₀₁. in character.#(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ᵥ ₀₂. salvation at last.

doehartd

“i’m — i’m real sorry, daddy… i didn’t mean to…” she damn well did, actually! but she is sorry to make him so cross. missy has been told time and time again not to mess around in the kitchen, trying to get at the treats mama keeps high up on the top shelf, and yet the moment the opportunity was right and miss rosie’s back was turned — she ran off and went and did it.

now, there’s jam all over the floor. and broken glass. and mama’s special tea-cup is in pieces. that was all accidental. she looks at @swallowrot all guilty and sad, hoping that frown on his face will fade into something softer soon.

“it wasn’t lil’ salem’s fault, so don’t trouble him none… i told him if he told on me i’d tell miss rosie ‘bout his crush on her… i was trying to clean it up before mama gets back from her quiet-time…”

swallowrot

He stands in the kitchen doorway, leaning with a rather tight grip on the frame. his jaw is set, his eyes narrow — but he breathes. counts to ten. Lets his eyes shut as he takes a moment to center himself. He was a kid once too, he used to do shit way worse than this. Willow’s cup is in pieces on the floor, but it’s just a cup. He lets out a breath and opens his eyes again, this time his face is softer.

Kenny crosses his arms over his chest, leaning a shoulder against the door frame. “ You alright? Ain’t cut nowhere? ”

#doehartd #(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ₀₁. in character.#(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ᵥ ₀₂. salvation at last.

unpossession

I found him whom my soul loves.

a willowkenny collection. @swallowrot.

#was hording this in my drafts lovingly looking at it but i think its time that i finally post it <3 #im so obsessed with them.....#(˗ˏˋ ✞ ⛓ 𝖘𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖗𝖔𝖙 .) — ᵥ ₀₂. rel.♡ willow.

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