#ic tbt

[cerruleanmonarch]

"Oh. I've returned." A quick glance around relaxed her shoulders. "And somehow, the familiar chaos of this place is a comfort to me."

[rxtatoskr]

@straysupe sent a message : “Speaking of the dead, a bat flew into my room last night.”

Rachel paused staring before her head tilted towards the side, yellow eyes narrowing in slight confusion. "What... does that mean?" Then she stiffened, eyes widening, her pupils pinpricking as a thought slammed into her mind causing a small whine to slip through throat. "Was it a vampire bat? A vampire? You need to tell me." She said, leaning forward, looming almost.

[pyrosiins]

@cxffeeshxp sent:

do you want to lie down for a bit? ~ Silver

⭐️

"That'd be nice." She spoke with a soft sigh, rubbing between her neck and shoulder. After a long day of smashing robots, laying down on a soft mattress sounded pleasant. But...It was a bit of an odd question coming from the other hedgehog. Ember lowered to hand and looked at Silver, raising an eyebrow.

"Why do you ask? Did you want to share a bed with me?" She asked in a teasing tone.

[heretlc]

@meatriarch said: “ he’s a really bad man. ” | del vc ): like maybe falk mention in passing, when shes walking with river to the road... weighted words hinting that she knows what that mans about. and maybe more. tho she doesnt clarify further,

river makes a sound that’s not quite a laugh, and it makes his split lip sting. wonders if she even knows the half of it. wonders if, actually, she knows way more than him. her eyes, the way she said it — maybe she did. maybe she does — know something, like the trees know things.

he doesn’t really understand what she is. doesn’t understand where she came from. but she walks with him like she knows the way ahead. doesn’t say much, doesn’t move the air around her. flickered like dewdrop light through leaves. something not quite here, but not quite gone. river's never seen a ghost before, but harper has. and he believes harper. thinks he believes the stories about these trees now, too.

❝ … yeah, ❞ river finally says roughly, at a loss for anything else. drops his head, eyes scanning the underbrush they tread over. one stumbling step after the other. he’s exhausted, half-dazed. his lungs burn from running. river turns a wary glance over his shoulder — as though expecting the sheriff’s car to come rumbling, off-road, down the steep mountain path any minute now. he blinks slow in the fading daylight. ❝ — i know. know what he does. s'why i... ❞ trails off, goes quiet, too.

( “ what are you gonna do, riv? run? ” dad’s teeth were snarling and close. he smelled like if trees were rotting. and sharp, dirty copper. like he was covered in it. the rain-rot, the splitting bark. the dark red-brown. river’s eyes were on a chip in the hard wood wall behind him. )

river slows down, expression screwing together into something troubled. the girl — her name is delilah — seems to go very quiet. and a dizzying thought comes into focus, then — dad’s gonna come looking. gonna drag you back like always. gonna be in so much shit. while another voice in the back of his mind says; but if you say sorry — if you turn back now, maybe —

— maybe don't be stupid. don't be fucking stupid, man. this is the only shot you're gonna get.

river watches her for another moment. when he finally speaks again, he's plain, unblinking. ❝ ... he um. has this room, in the basement. all locked up. hurts people, down there. ❞ doesn’t think it, knows. spent days in the room. room lots of people spent days. their last ones, maybe. four locks on the door. one little basement window. heard it, sometimes. the knock, knock, knocking against the wall. one day, when he was thirteen or fourteen, he found a box of driver’s licenses in the crawlspace. now he looks at delilah, and he tries to remember the faces on the cards.

it makes him feel like he’s been pushed under icewater. makes his breathing hurt. the singular thought that she could have been someone he had helped scrub clean from the concrete floor washes him in a deep, sickening dread. like a feverish and familiar horror, like he wants to throw up. and river shoots a look up into her eyes, with that same bright fear. he doesn’t want to know the answer, he really fucking doesn’t. but he asks, anyway, breathing shaky;

❝ did he... did he hurt you, too? ❞

[goraiishi]

@thuganomxcs  :  don't  look  at  me  like  i'm  the  only  one  lying.  (male  version  of  kagome  here)

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐘  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐀  𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒  𝐀𝐓  𝐇𝐈𝐌  is  a  look  that  shows  nothing  but  him  being  suspicious  of  the  other;  tanned  arms  crossed  over  his  chest  as  his  dark  brows  furrow,  leaning  closer  into  poor  Yusuke’s  personal  space.  “Yeah?  Then  who  else  is  lying?  Me?”  Clawed  fingers  move  to  the  collar  of  Yusuke’s  jacket,  blue  gaze  narrowing  more  as  he  feels  the  fabric  and  pays  attention  to  the  way  the  others  clothing  looks,  head  tilting  slightly.  He  ignores  Ginta  &  Hakakku  in  the  background  and  their  protests,  nose  wrinkling  softly,  far  too  distracted  by  the  other  man's  words.

𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐘  𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇,  𝐘𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄  𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐒  𝐇𝐈𝐌  𝐎𝐅  𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐌𝐄.  It  was  just  something  about  him—the  way  he  talked?  The  dark  hair  and  the  green  motif?  The  wolf  was  uncertain  what  it  was  exactly,  but  he  was  drawn  to  him  regardless.  Were  humans  from  other  eras  just  dropping  out  of  the  sky?  It  was  strange  enough  when  it  was  Kagome—but  now  this  guy…Were  there  more?  After  a  moment  of  thought,  Kōga  gives  off  an  amused  huff,  letting  go,  but  still  remaining  in  Yusuke’s  space,  scanning  his  features  for  anything  else  suspicious,  brow  raising  slightly.

“I’ll  look  at  you  however  I  want.  Until  you  give  me  a  good  answer,  I’m  gonna  assume  you’re  lyin’.”

[mafiya]

   EYES   STUDY   @phantomrot CAREFULLY,    SHARP   FEATURES   PULLED   TIGHT   IN   THE   FIRELIT   TRENCH.    mishka   knows   all   too   well   what   lies   under   flesh,   convincingly   human,   capable   of   doing   the   unexpected.   his   squadmates’   stares   nail   him   to   his   place   on   his   side   as   canines   bite   through   stale   borodino   bread   [   which   is   then   unceremoniously   washed   down   with   water    ━━━    greedily,   wetting   his   beard   &   the   dirt   beneath   his   elbows   ]. 

" if you control what people believe, you control the world. "

   〝    pure   democracy.    〞  the   flatness   of   mishka’s   voice   is   as   if   the   life   has   been   drained   out   of   him,   his   skin   crawling   akin   to   maggots   feasting   on   his   visceral   unease;   nearly   unfolding   like   a   nightmare,   though   the   mental   scene   is   interrupted   by   the   rather   unappealing   food   spilling   crumbs   from   his   mouth   with   each   breath.

   〝    you   would   be   better   in   office   instead   of   playing   soldier.    〞

[draytonite]

“ I’m the talk of the academy even when I’m gone for a quick sec, ah? must be my charm and it’s all it is really. SHRUG. talk about ‘dating’ and stuff. not my vibe, but I DO like to make ladies feel good is all 👍 stay beautiful. ”

[flynni]

“ ew , i don’t want to be here again . ew . “