#didnotcreak

[horrorempathya]

@didnotcreak:    comes  out  of  nowhere,  just  existing,  just  breathing,  just  being  will  graham. faith:

[mcrtyrdom]

What are your muse’s thoughts on race? Are they biased/racist? Are they aware of discrimination; do they participate in it or do they ignore it? Are they discriminated against?

character development questions.

this is so. difficult to answer in a way that makes sense but i’m gonna try. will grew up in a very poor area of a small town in louisiana that was more black than white, and while he never had more privilege with regards to money than the kids his age in the neighbourhood, he did have the privilege that went along with his skin colour, and he did not understand at all why everyone thought he was so much luckier for that. from his point of view, he was just a poor kid, like everyone else, in a single parent household, like most other people, with an alcoholic, mostly absent dad. where was the privilege in that? so as a kid and a teenager who couldn’t grasp that whole concept, he just grew up assuming that black kids and white kids didn’t get along, and left it at that. thankfully, due to being such a highly empathetic person, this never festered into what could’ve been a fuckload of racism, but he did sort of always gravitate towards other white kids in school and stuff. his awareness grew tenfold in his early twenties when he got involved with law enforcement. he saw firsthand the effects of growing up in a poor area, just like he had, on the rate of crime, and he saw firsthand how few minorities were given a chance regardless of their economic class in comparison to him. i think he’d probably view this outlook as more class- than race-centric, because he’s a filthy socialist, but he is aware of the imbalance of opportunity on some level, and as a cop, he’d definitely gone out of his way to stick up for young minorities caught up in petty crime and try to keep arrests off their records. i don’t know if discrimination is the right word, but he did face some prejudice for his accent when he moved out of louisiana, which is why he got rid of it. 

[vcxmultis]

@didnotcreak liked for a starter

Despite having a few different drinks at his place, Kealen chose a bar instead to have a drink and unwind. A long day, after all, was still a long day even if wouldn’t seem long by anyone else standards. 

Having spent the day reviewing notes and adding thoughts and suggestions for improvement after this last experiment left him feeling rather drained and wanting a break from his own mind. A drink was always good way to unwind. “Is this seat taken?” 

[carniebalism]

@didnotcreak liked for oneliner!

               “Am I just a mirage? Do you think I’m just a vision? Or will it hurt when I sink my teeth into your flesh—” Amidst the screams, Souma’s voice was the tinkling falsetto of a piano played in minor: hollow, haunting. He approached with his head lowered and his sharp mouth scissoring. Blood dribbling down his chin. His figure reflected endlessly in the mirror maze, the star attraction of the fun house. For any mortal, detecting the real monster among the doppelgangers would be an impossible feat. “—and tear it from your bones? Maybe then you’ll run!”

[southern-gothics]

didnotcreak replied to your post “me, at 1am: damn i should stop doing replies because it’s late and i’m...”

-yodels softly- go to sleep, ya nerd

is that a challenge???

[forcricket]

The shop sat surrounded by old brick buildings. It's facade was a faded aquamarine and half covered with creeping vines and fanning leaves. Upon first glance when stepping through the doors, the garden of potted plants seemed harmless enough. Wisteria drooped from arching branches brushing the ceiling; stalks of clustered white flowers swayed in the wake of humming box fans. Thomas stood by a desk coated in peeling white paint at the back of the store. Here, the flora had given way to fauna. Snakes glided peacefully along  branches behind near invisible panes of glass, frogs pressed themselves to the undersides of leaves and splashed in tiny ponds, and a pair of black and orange birds were tucked into a hanging cage in a corner.

Thomas looked up through a pair of rounded black sunglasses and offered the newcomer a faint smile. Behind him were rows of plant clippings in test tubes of water. His hands were covered in the dirt of a plant he was lovingly potting. “How can I help you both?” He inclined his head, and his smile widened at the sight of the dog wriggling in the man's arms.

[horrorempathya]

FAITH’S  FINGERS  BRUSH  THROUGH  his  curly  hair.    she’s  fascinated  with  it.    he  has  beautiful  hair.    he’s  beautiful  himself. 

YET,  HE  FINDS  HIMSELF  IN  THE  MIDDLE  of  hope  county,  suddenly  prey  to  joseph’s  word,  knowledgeable  in  appending  doom.    faiths  hand  rests  lightly  on  the  back  of  his  neck,  FINGERS  STILL  IN  STRANDS  OF  HIS  HAIR,  just  the  ends. she  starts  humming  lightly.    amazing  grace,  as  always.    he  looks  like  a  survivor,  though.   JACOB  WOULD  HAVE  ABSOLUTELY  eaten  him  up  if  he  was  found  in  jacob’s  region.    she’s  staking  claim  now  before  jacob  does.   she’ll  be  kinder.   faith’s  bunker  is  ABSOLUTELY  DRENCHED  IN  BLISS.   covered  in  flowers.   he  isn’t  cuffed,  there’s  no  bonds  around  his  wrists,  there’s  no  guards  in  the  room.   she  hasn’t  DIRECTLY  DRUGGED  HIM,  but  bliss’  effects  are  strong.    you  could  be  stronger,  though.   it  just  makes  everything  look  peaceful. 

>  FAITH STARTERS \  @didnotcreak  \  accepting.