#acabbie

[feralities]

39. Falling in love with a creature.

Before Starbuck The Turtle, there is Kirk The Mangy AlleyCat; before Kirk there is Petra The Short-Sighted Seagull; before Petra thereis Sir Whiskers, The Jellyfish-In-A-Bucket-AKA-Alastair’s-Special-Surprise.

“Da!” Moire yells, ten years old and jumping onto his bed lessthan two hours after he’s climbed into it. Briny water sloshes over the rim ashe bolts awake, mouths Saoirse? before blinking the sleep from hiseyes. Not his long-gone sister, but his daughter.

“Happy birthday,” she says proudly, the Gaelic warm in hermouth after months underwater. He is thirty years old tonight.

Alastair takes the bucket, and smiles.

[obsessivecompulsivecontestant]

26. The time they lashed out and regretted it.

It isn’t Quinn’s fault; some days are harder than others. He can’t always stand to be touched. When she reaches for him, puts her hands on his face, he convulses, shoves her when he could just step back. 

The sound of his hands against her chest sounds like it hurts, but the expression on her face is worse. “I’m sorry,” he says, presses his thumbs to his cheeks and begins to work at the skin, pulling at it like he can reveal the clean, untouched layers beneath.

[mulch-and-more]

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You Just Seem Like You'd Be Soft N Squishy But I Was Told Youse Can Unscrew Your Head Like A Jar'o' Nacho Cheese So Maybe Not

...i cant do that...who told you that???

[faireclairevoire]

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bet ya free drinks at the lure the blackout spits back out

[Short video: Dimitri is hovering in the door to the roof of the repurposed church that he and Daisy live in, filming from his POV. The firework lights in his hand without a match and streaks off into the night, briefly illuminating the open maw of something huge across the street before abruptly winking out between its teeth. Dimitri starts to say, “Marchand, looks like you--”

The firework comes streaking back. It looks half-corrupted; streaking long and inky coils of darkness with it. Dimitri ducks just in time for it to embed itself in the stone wall behind him where his head was. The camera shudders as he turns and slaps the brick with an open palm just before it explodes, turning the firework and bricks in a circle around it to marble: a new addition to the church’s décor.

A moment of fast breath. Then Dimitri turns the camera on himself, hair fallen back into its careful wave, one eyebrow raised in a lazy arch. “Best of three.”]

[8bit2shy]

73, 10, and 45.

73. Does your character believe in love at first sight?

no. but if someone feels it, good for them they guess.

10. Turning points in their life

when they were a teenager, grappling with their lack of ambition and discipline as it became harder and harder to put off planning their life, and impossible to stop everyone leaving and everything changing around them. they kinda sublimated that doubt into being the type of person they are now, aka the type of person who tags along on a life changing move to a new city just cause. lol so random

45. Does your character practise any kind of escapism? If yes, what kind?

there's the thing where they very literally escape any vaguely inconvenient situation like a stage magician through a dimensional trap door, and the thing where they spend hours editing video footage that looks like how they used to see. nostalgia is pretty much the primary vehicle! they've got alternate timelines running parallel in their head like, if they never left alice, if they never got zapped, if they made a life with the doctors office receptionist they went on one date with five years ago and she wouldn't shut up about her tinder opener strategy but they'd have like three dogs and a mortgage by now and it'd be fine. etc. clea's convinced they can timeline hop into any of these aus, if they can just hit their undo all edits reset button. and that's why they're king dumbass.

[nantucket-rescue-and-clinic]

[The first thing Jackie does with Quinn’s gift is to take the pants and neatly fold them in the bottom drawer of his dresser. A portion of the money immediately goes to pay Hollis for all her wonderful knitwear and the rest is parceled away for the shelter. Jackie appreciates it more than words can say]

[somewhere, deep within the ventilation system, Doughface carefully conceals his new, sharp, shiny bribe from the OilMotorMischiefTeeth, eager to learn its secrets]

[utopia-kyuen]

kevin & quinn. introductions.

When the remnants of daylight slide into the night and the temperature drops, slowly; the shadows quaver and the air buzzes with quiet dread. In the waning sunset light Kevin finds himself striding out in the labyrinthine streets of Marsh Hill.   

Phone in hand, he spares a second to glance up, suddenly aware of a cab parked inches away. Had this cab always been here? After an unnerving moment of understanding he acquiesces. 

“How convenient,” Kevin says mildly, reaching out to swing open the door. “Appreciate the pickup.”

Sliding into the backseat, Kevin says, “Utopia Corp plaza.” 

A beat. “What's your fare?”

[fastsatisfactions]

53, 68, 56

53. Who is your character most comfortable around?

lesbians and old people. old lesbians

68. Does your character miss anyone from their past? 

his moms. he sees them every now and then, but he can feel the switch in them, how their interest in him is gone now that he’s grown and no longer small and fun and round and toylike. kind of like when a puppy grows and loses its puppy charm and is abandoned. 

56. Does your character believe everyone deserves a second chance?

ugh unfortunately, yes. and the unfortunately is in character – many times misha has tried to steel his heart, live by the axiom that people don’t change and once a sinner always a sinner and better to get rid of them. but he can’t. even people who don’t deserve it, people who’ve done cruel and horrible things, misha still believes somewhere deep in the part of himself he never turns towards the light they could change. he’s naive that way, but who knows, maybe one day someone will be grateful for it.