#demobaited

[bcldecgle]

@demobaited

[ text ] bald eagle roosted x

[chivalrites]

😶 - most embarrassing thing you’ve hidden from your parents vs most embarrassing thing you’ve hidden from your best friend.

send 😶 + a really uncomfortable question and my muse has to answer it.

❝ My dad doesn’t know I eat entire jars of pickles sometimes. I’m not sure why I’m more afraid of him finding the empty pickle jars under my bed than him finding my stash again. Gareth doesn’t know I got so high I pissed myself laughing, threw my pants away and walked home wearing one of his towels. I didn’t say a damn thing. Just disappeared. ❞

[eglcntine-archived]

❛ is that blood? is it yours? ❜ ( no bc hear me out , eddie would totally be the type to need a job at the garage ) // @demobaited​

Is it?

A brief glance spared for his knuckles, Gordo scowled with mild annoyance. Whether it was the interruption or the person itself, who could say? Not him, and not anyone else in this goddamn shithole. At this point everyone else knew to leave him the fuck alone. 

Except for Rico. And Robbie. Tanner. Chris.

“Huh.”

Well would you look at that? Dried specks of blood coated his knuckles, matching the splatter on the toe cap of his beat-up sneakers. Fucking werewolves constantly bleeding all over him. Don’t even have the fucking common decency to keep their injuries to themself. 

“Dunno,” he shrugged in return, diving back under the hood. There is little to divulge to the newbie. One of Robbie’s new hires.

He has to ask, though, when in the hell did Robbie get hiring powers? 

How the hell does anything get done in his auto shop? Christ, he’s been gone for too damn long. Fucking Bennetts and their midlife crises. 

[punchbxckarc]

❛  that’s fucked up.  ❜   |   three word sentence starter   [   x   ]

       a slow, unstoppable but small grin spread across her face. his words like an echo of herself at his age. granted it was an over simplification of everything that had happened since the night will went missing && it wasn’t just about what happened to her family but every family had been altered somehow. barb, bob, jane && the list went on.   it was fucked up.   simple && as honest as that. part of her wondered if as a mom she should reach for some muddied half truth, half fairytale words to respond with.   a parental little white lie if you will.   but she flung the thought away from her with the butt of her finished smoke.   “   i couldn’t have said it better myself.   “

@demobaited​

[fogels]

*               𝑖'𝑑  𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦  𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘  𝑦𝑜𝑢         .        /        @demobaited​   ,

𝚂𝙷𝙴  𝙼𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃  𝙱𝙴  𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙸𝙵𝚄𝙻  ,    daffodil’s  willing  to  entertain  the  idea  .   she  looks  at  eddie  reflected  in  the  mirror  ,   flashing  a  smile  when  she’s  done  with  her  lipstick  .   it’s  a  habit  ,   getting  gussied  up  for  d & d  .

❝         𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡  𝑖  𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤  𝑖𝑡  !         ❞        her  nose  scrunches  as  she  laughs  ,   tossing  her  hair  over  her  shoulder  and  beaming  at  him  .         ❝        the  us  navy  is  looking  for  a  few  good  men  who  don’t   want  to  fuck  me  !        ❞

[bcldecgle]

Murray has such a distinct tone and patterns of speech and i see them so much in your writing 🥰

thank you so much ❤️❤️ i’m so glad!!! i’d love to write more with you in the future!! feel free to send memes and/or message me!

[demobatted]

nAME ONE ATROCITY HARRINGTON

that hair, to start with

[hawqueens]

plotted starter for @demobaited​ ❤

“Don’t be afraid.” 

But she was, she was in fact terrified. She could run away the first time, she even managed to run for a little, but eventually Vecna caught up with her. And this time she didn’t have Kate Bush to help her out. Something was wrong. Thei plan failed! 

“Try and stay very still.” 

She didn’t really have a choice... She wanted to escape, she tried to! But the tentacles were strong keeping her  in place. And there was a part of her that just gave up. It was no use to fight. Out of the corner of her eyes she could see El, the other girl being pinned to the wall by the tentacles too. She thought of Lucas, what happened to him? Why didn’t he complete their plan? Why couldn’t he? The others, what happened to them? Where did they fail? Was she the last one alive? Not much longer, the nagging voice in the back of her mind reminded her. She could feel hot tears running down her cheeks.

“It will be all over soon.”

That was in fact true. She felt the claws on her face, she was in his mind space, but at the same time she was in the old Creel house in Hawkins. She heard it before she felt it, the crack of her bones. “I don’t wanna die, I’m not ready. I don’t wanna go, I’m not ready to-” Max felt the familiar arms around her and soft hands holding hers. And then it was all black. It was in fact over - sooner than she thought. 

She woke up with a gasp. Her heart was racing and her whole body felt sore. Her blue eyes scanned her surroundings and if this was supposed to be her afterlife, then it was a very cruel joke. Why couldn’t it be an actual nice place, somewhere where she enjoyed. Like the ocean or a misty day in Hawkins. Why did it have to be the place where she died? The universe really hated her. Slowly she rose to her feet and caught a glimpse of herself in a broken mirror piece - both of her cheeks turned red from the bloody tears. It was a haunting image. Her heart skipped a beat when she heard steps approaching. Her mind flooded with thoughts, what if it was Vecna, who came back to torture her? What if she was damned to relive a loop of her own death forever? What if this was hell? You wanted Billy to die, you deserve this. A tiny voice in the back of her head yelled at her to run, but it was like her feet took root and she was unable to move. “Please no.”