#clockturned

[ratkiing]

@clockturned sent : “ i think you should kiss me. “ ( from dennis! )

charlie was over at dennis' yet again, just sharing some beers and watching a movie. well, they weren't paying much attention to the movie. talking, they were actually talking. it was nice when dennis got like this, talkative. actually having a conversation instead of just talking at someone. charlie enjoyed it a lot, which is obvious by how he's been staring at dennis, how close he's sitting next to him on the couch.

there's a small pause in the conversation, not for very long, but dennis is staring at him in a way that charlie can't really place. but it makes him feel fuzzy almost, like his stomach feels a bit upset but not in a bad way. it's confusing, like dennis is, but endearing all the same. and then dennis says that, and charlie's mouth opens a little bit in surprise.

"you ... wait ... what ??" he asks, brows furrowing together as he stares at him, cheeks turning a light shade of pink. was he being serious right now ?? this was some sort of a bit, it had to be. a joke, a joke that charlie would surely be the punch line of. right ?? they are sitting pretty close, hell dennis' knee is touching his. but the other was always touchy, especially with charlie. that couldn't mean ...

"for real ... you're being for real right now dude ??" charlie asks, voice soft, and he's leaning forward a bit. he's too scared to do much more than that, tilting in just a little bit more, encroaching in dennis' space. "because ... if this is a joke you gotta tell me, because it wouldn't be funny. it seriously wouldn't be funny, man."

[denniisa]

@clockturned sent : grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving. ( from mac )

they were storming out, or at least that's what they were intending to do. that was until mac had reached his hand over to gently wrap around their wrist, stopping dennis in their tracks. he turns on his heels, whipping around to face the other, jaw clenched and lips twitching as his eyes narrow. "i'm done listening to this, mac." he states firmly, but he doesn't pull his wrist free from mac's grasp.

mac had been talking about johnny again, and dennis was unable to ignore the shame that began to bubble up inside of him. quickly the shame morphed into anger ... it was easier to process it that way. instead of focusing on what they did wrong, they would focus on how ridiculous it was that mac was still talking about johnny like it was someone else. they would focus on mac's weaknesses rather than focusing on their own.

"you really are the most idiotic man i know." they comment, twisting the knife in hopes that it would stop this. they still haven't moved, their wrist still in mac's grip ( was he always this warm ?? ). they could ignore the shame, sure, but it was pretty damn difficult to ignore the fluttering of his heart when mac's fingers wrapped around their wrist. eyes roll, faking confidence, driving it home with a small 'tisk'. "now let me go, and stop talking about 'johnny' in front of me."

[ofcrossrcads]

{ @clockturned has come to the crossroads }

From the second the last bit of dirt had been shoveled back into place, she'd had the sense that something about the ritual was off. not so off that it hadn't been sufficient, but off nonetheless. it didn't take terribly long for her to suss out what was wrong --- the woman standing before her didn't match the picture used in the ritual offering. seriously?

“ so tell me, ” she started in a lazy drawl, finally announcing her presence from where she stood behind the blonde, “ do you have the world's best plastic surgeon? or are you just stupid? ” because really, who tried to catfish a DEMON ?

[redridcr]

@ratkiing @chronal-anomaly @clockturned

red: my name is actually jonathon michael pollard

charlie, lena, and mac: oh SHIT you have TWO first names ?!!!

[disturbnot]

random starter (that you knew was coming eventually) | @clockturned (dee)

" BEER ME! "

IT'S THE ONLY THING ON HIS MIND WHEN HE MARCHES on up from the basement. Sure, he's in one piece physically, but mentally? He can only look at the rat smasher for so long before he starts to feel a little nauseous - who even does that?! Who would craft such a grim contraption? What kind of cute rat bar even is this?

Questions comfortably stowed, as he too stows himself upon a particularly tattered bar stool, flatly slapping his palm against the worn wood for a shred of cursory attention. Alas, the bar's usual host of demons are nowhere to be found. A blessing in disguise, maybe? Ash hums to himself, the giant rat companion on his shoulder once again descending to the bar top to forage for plentiful crumbs.

" Hellooooo? "

... and nothing.

They aren't coming, are they?

Ash huffs, impetuous eye-rolling. He's up from the stool and he's up from the floor, vaulting the bar like a stadium turnstile. Not even he could be prepared for how insidiously untidy it is behind the bar, but he can't afford to hang around cursing about it when time is so short. After all, that one crotchety blonde barkeep could be back any minute now.

Whistling innocently, he sporadically keeps watch over his shoulder as he pulls himself a pint of whatever draught pump happens to be working, stopping only to take a sip as the foam head froths and swells too thickly—

[denniisa]

❤️ + clockturned !

send ❤️ + a url and i’ll write something nice about them !! / @ruinedmyself / accepting !!

oh what could i say about the wonderful @clockturned .... ellie is just so lovely. i've had so much fun chatting with them out of character and spamming them with silly little posts or tiktoks. not only is ellie a delight to chat with ooc, god her writing is spot on. every single character she writes just shines. i always have so much fun writing with them !! i also really enjoy reading all her posts about the gang, like headcanon wise. they really have such a deep understanding for every single muse they write and it just shows.

[denniisa]

@clockturned sent : can i paint your nails? ( from dee <3 )

now this question catches them by surprise. a brow raises in dee's direction, head tilting to the side and waiting for her to continue on. there has to be something else, right ?? some joke or jab about how feminine it would be, how silly it would be. but it never comes, instead she looks genuine. they had never really talked to dee about well, everything. gender and sexuality ... those types of conversations were far too vulnerable for the twins to share after all. too real, too genuine. but dee was their sister, their twin. she grew up with them after all, she knew them.

there's part of dennis that wants to say no, that it would be a stupid idea. but there's another part of him that wants to jump at the opportunity, the ability to share a genuinely kind moment with his sibling. throat clears and he gives a small nod. "fine." dennis says as he moves to stand from the couch, disappearing into his bathroom for just a moment before returning, small bag containing a variety of nail polish. he sets it on the coffee table and returns to his seat on the couch, extending his hands in her direction. "but don't get any on my fingers, okay ?? i'll kill you if you do a shitty job. don't half ass it."

[denniisa]

@clockturned sent : [ lovebite ] in the midst of kissing receiver's neck, sender changes tactics and gives them a tender little bite ( charlie be biting >:) )

eyes flutter shut as charlie presses soft kisses to the side of his neck, head lolling to the side to give the other better access. a soft sigh passes his lips, he can't really help it after all. there was something about charlie that he couldn't quite figure out. every time this happened dennis was like putty in his hands, melting underneath him. jesus christ, he wasn't going to be able to survive this. and then charlie's biting at his skin, causing gasp ( dangerously close to a moan ) to tumble from his lips. hand moves forward, gripping at the fabric of the others shirt. "goddammit, man." he whispers out, words biting with just as much force as charlie was, but not moving his body away. "if you give me a mark i'm going to kill you." he scolds, but it's not really a complaint. no, if anything he's practically begging the other to do it already.