#hereticsinc

[supeheir]

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----- POSITIVITY MEME : anonymously or not send 💕 or ( ‘HEART’ ) and i'll randomly pick TWO of my mutuals and write at least two things about why i love seeing them on my dash.

JACKKNIFE / @hereticsinc - my sweet cheese, my good time boy - jack you absolute legend, the joy that bursts in my soul every time i see you on dash. your attention to detail is second to none, the sheer amount of effort you put into your character development is mindboggling, that big brain of yours puts in so much work and it truly makes for a magical reading experience. you aren't just writing characters you're writing a fully immersive experience, your writing has a way of gripping a person in and taking them on that journey of thought and reaction and motion, it's so wonderful. you have such a specific style of graphics, i know in an instant if it's you from the particular grungy vibe and tone of them, there's just a uniqueness about them that i admire. you have such immense creativity in you and being able to witness and be a part of your creative process is fuckin' awesome even when it hurts my heart because we both got a taste for suffering. you're honest with your characters and the reality of your characters and you don't shy away from the real and raw and difficult of them in a way that's just so instinctual and you let a character's inherent nature shine, unapologetically. i love you so much bro, big love - all the love.

JOSEPH / @exitlands - your writing makes me giddy man idk what to say, you just GOT IT, whatever it is that makes your writing so compelling. from the moment we first started cookin' up stuff together it's been so impressive to me how dedicated you are to your vision of these characters, and you're able to express it in a way that's so vivid and forthright and really sits in your gut. not only that but you're so nonchalantly brilliant that it's a little infuriating but in a way that i just wanna squeeze you like holy man. i literally go back and read our threads because you made me write better, you brought the thunder truly and it made me want to step up to the plate and just keep this game going strong, and i thank you so much for that. there's a rhythm and a cadence to your writing i find just so juicy, it makes not only for easy reading but GOOD reading. you know just how to emphasize the right things to really drive home whatever meaning you're after. i think you're enormously talented and so kind, all of my love to you.

[dig6]

“ i felt like if i didn't leave, that rage would kill me. ” ╰ @hereticsinc

rage.

he never thought of it that way. he felt it hot in his chest when he looked at the pulpit — empty or not, it felt like a branding iron between his lungs, somewhere deep in his sternum that only God could possibly find. he just never found the right word. and when joelle says it, it clicks in his brain. peter realizes then, that if the rage didn’t kill him, it would have made him kill someone else. on bad days he wishes the latter — on his worst days, he deeply wishes the former. but, in front of him, he notices joelle is … here. the rage didn’t kill her. they’re both here. they’re both lucky. he appreciates this, and he takes note of it.

his hands are nestled into the sleeves of his flannel — one leg bounces, quick, nervous, steady. he looks down. he doesn’t look at joelle. he keeps his eyes on the floor, on the scuffed edges of his shoes, on the frays of his ripped jeans, anywhere but joelle. quiet, like it’s dangerous : “ how did you end up leaving? ”

and a quieter follow up : “ why tierney? ”

[w4rfared]

" jesus fucking christ. " it takes a hell of a lot of work to sneak up on someone like john price, but if anyone is capable, it's @hereticsinc. no human being should've been so soundless. but then - that's why they call him the ghost. john scowls at the bulky silhouette he sees in the dim moonlight filtering through the kitchen window. " can i fucking help you, ghost? "

he's abrasive only because he'd been caught unawares, in his own home no less. still, it's better that he'd been the one to find an uninvited guest in the kitchen at this hour rather than his daughter. " lu's asleep, so keep your voice down. how the fuck did you get in here? "

[unhirsch]

@hereticsinc's EOS:     "YOU'RE DIFFERENT FROM WHAT I EXPECTED."     [ACCEPTING]

          IF TODD HAD A PENNY FOR EVERY TIME          they have been told a variation of these words,   they could have probably bought their way back into immortality.   as it is,   it leaves them with bruised knees  &  an even harder bruised ego———     not to mention the rather sloppy hair cut  &  dark circles beneath their eyes.   one would have thought they were more or less prepared for the entire of human existence  &  the pain it inevitably brings.   as it turns out,   there is quite a difference between observing  &  living it,   your fingers come away scorched only from up close.     "sorry to disappoint,"     they say  &  mean none of it.   if there is some leftover pride from what they have been it manifests in this only:     biting back when there are assumptions made about them.   mortal  &  immortal alike will find them bare their teeth.   which changes nothing about the matter at hand———     but sometimes the physical manifestation of death will simply find themselves in your office chair,   slumped back into the seat,   a hand drumming an unsteady rhythm on their knee.     "if it's any consolation,   i'm not a big fan either."     this,   at least,   is true  &  they are not quite able to banish the full extent of bitterness from their tone.     "also kind of the point of why i'm here,   if we want to get back on that one?"

[librariantics]

⁀ ✉︎ ⸜   𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟  𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 .ᐟ   (   @hereticsinc   +   eos   )      | | |   ⤷    meme   :   [  3PM  ]  a  city  sidewalk  gloomy  with  mist  &  countless  puddles. 

𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝  𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞  𝐡𝐞𝐫,  fingers  drumming  absently  against  the  side  of  his  worn  leather  bag.  the  thing  sagged  under  the  weight  of  too  many  books—more  than  its  cracked  seams  were  ever  meant  to  hold.  his  shoulder  had  long  since  molded  to  it.  flynn  was  certain  there  was  a  permanent  groove  there  by  now.  still,  the  ache  wasn’t  what  kept  his  mind  going  on  their  short  walk  through  the  city.  the  moment  he’d  heard  the  words  gothic  literature  and  professor  in  the  same  breath,  he’d  launched  into  his  own  reverent  ramble.  ❝  the  perfect  blend  of  candlelight,  crumbling  castles,  and  the  creeping  suspicion  that  your  own  mind  might  be  the  real  haunted  house.  ❞  he  waved  his  fingers  dramatically,  his  eyes  widening  behind  his  fogged  up  glasses  he  forgot  to  take  off.  ❝  first  time  i  ever  really  got  scared  was  reading  frankenstein.  ❞

[felinoir]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄   𝐖𝐀𝐒   𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄   𝐈𝐍   𝐇𝐄𝐑   𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄.   There   were   no   outward   signs,   no   scratches   from   a   picked   lock,   no   broken   door   frame,   her   security   measures   still   intact.   It   was   just   an   instinct,   a   tug   in   her   gut   and   feeling   of   wrongness,   that   one   of   her   homes   was   invaded.   That   they   knew   which   one   she   was   in   that   particular   day,   among   the   dozen   residences   her   paranoia   demanded   that   she   rotate   through. 

Her   breath   felt   too   loud   as   she   crept   through   the   dark   halls   of   her   brownstone,   claws   extended   to   the   fullest   for   what   might   be   ahead   in   the   living   room.   The   darkness   was   no   obstacle,   feline   sight   only   aided   by   the   dulled   lights   of   the   street   outside.   She'd   teach   her   intruder   a   lesson,   before   dealing   with   the   aftermath   and   selling   the   home   at   a   steep   discount   to   throw   anyone   off   her   scent. 

But   Felicia   paused   a   split   second   before   she   would   have   pounced,   the   glint   of   metal   forcing   her   to   still   as   a   shaking   hand   flicked   a   light   switch.   Giving   up   her   advantage   would   be   worth   it,   if   there   was   even   a   chance   (   a   heart   aching,   painful   chance   )   that   her   suspicion   was   right.

❛❛   J-James?   ❜❜

@hereticsinc bc we missed u and buck

[wovensoft]

-ˋˏ    ༻❁༺    ˎˊ-   𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓  𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍.   (   accepting   )     |     |     |   ⤷   :    @hereticsinc   +   anyone!

❝  do  you  want  to  come  meet  my  cats?   ❞

[pseudolife]

TAKE A PEEK INSIDE... [ BIRD EDITION ]

@roseypeached:

11. phone home screen. - a picture of her and her beloved Frank. - the google search widget. - calls, contacts, messages, email, and the browser. 12. frequently used emojis. - ✨, 💛, 🥰, & 😔 13. to do list. - cooking, pet chores, cleaning footprints off her windowsill

@pseudodead:

01. pockets. - her phone, a pocketknife, her very full keyring. 08. wallet. - drivers license, library card, insurance card, & bank card. - around $40 in cash. - multiple unused fast food gift cards. - a picture of her parents when they were young. - a picture of nick.

@hereticsinc:

22. amazon shopping cart.  - supplies for the birds. - a basic kindle. - multiple cookbooks. - cheesy romance novels, paperback. - tools for housework.