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[survivorsheart-blog]

@irxnhead sent ‘♡ ’ for ship aesthetic. | wyn & hunter. (▰˘◡˘▰)

[rationedwell]

irxnhead replied to your photoset 

sees him, thinks about the porn movie i watched with him, thinks about his dick �� ( SORRY I DIDNT MEAN TO INTRUDE I JUST LOVE HIM !!! )

between you and me, i think about that movie and that full frontal all the time.

[hazeyxpasey]

In all respects, Silent Hill was a ghost town.

The smell of burning coal permeated the air, and the ground under the quaint buildings and school grounds was warmed by everlasting fire. It could, perhaps, explain the silence of the birds, and the animals that had not taken the buildings for themselves.

But as Hazel walked the streets, tipping and cocking his head at things of interest, he knew that was not the case. He smelt more that coal fire, he smelt a world under the surface of this one. One where much more than coal burnt.

He knew whatever it was did not have pretty things, at least not the pretty things that were made of glass. So he took his time to explore and pocket things he thought nice.

His exploration (and looting) took him to an old church, where he knew there was nothing pretty to find, baubles or otherwise.

He raised his hand, and in a motion quite like pulling back a curtain, he opened up the other world.

It was not pretty. Little shiny bits of glass were pretty. This was beautiful. It was hatred and destruction, Things rotted and twisted beyond sanity. And all the while ash fell like soft snow on a fine winters day.

[cnething-blog]

irxnhead

       “S --- Stay away from me!  I --- I didn’t do --- anything!”

                     A FRANTIC, shuddering step back is taken, hands raised as though to protect herself { as though she could ever stop him } --- a bad creature to SURPRISE and a worse one to frighten, and you’ve managed both.  

[hercaretaker-blog]

bandages, there noW lisa can be hurted

Your muse walks in on mine in the bathtub. My muse is covered in wounds. Send me “Bandages” for my muses reaction to yours pulling them out of the tub and beginning to bandage their wounds.

      Lisa HATED to take advantage of another person’s home like she was about to, but as slender fingers reached up to brush against the gash in her forehead – one of the many wounds that her grandmother gave her just minutes before, she realized she didn’t really have much of an alternative choice. She COULD stick around and wait for her parents to come home, tell them what her Nanny did, show them, but the young girl knew it would break her mother’s heart – and make her father angry with her Nanny, and she couldn’t bear to see any more anger in the household than their already was.

     So, the girl sneaked out. Already feeling the pain of a bruise that was forming on her leg, she HEAVED herself out of the window of the apartment, trickles of blood trailing behind her in the snow from a head wound that she had gotten from multiple hits from some utensil that her Nanny had used to hit her with. She made a beeline towards the Gillespie apartment; she needed to clean off – clean out the scrapes on her legs that she had gotten from hitting the floor and dragging herself away from her angry grandmother, the cuts on her face from scratches and slaps.

     HOPEFULLY, no one would notice. Hopefully, everyone would be busy and she could use their bathtub and get out before anyone knew she was there. As she approached the apartment, Lisa paused for a minute to pull the first aid kit she had wedged into a hole in the building out from its hiding place, and weakly, she lifted herself upwards and through the window that thankfully wasn’t locked.

     For a while, she was FINE. There weren’t any sounds of footsteps outside the door, not even an instance where Lisa had to hold her breath and just HOPE no one would open the door. She turned the water on with no problem, undressing and lowering herself into the bathtub and wincing as the water touched her open wounds. Slowly, she opened the first aid kit, organizing the tools on the floor outside the tub. Maybe Dahlia and Alessa just weren’t home. It was the only reason that Lisa could think of as to why she wasn’t disturbed. 

     Of course, she was thankful. She would never WANT anyone to see her in such a weak state; tears welled up in her eyes as she lifted a leg out of the water to clean one of the scrapes on her knees when she heard the door creak open. In shock, Lisa dropped the cloth she had stashed in her kit into the water, only to turn around and find Hunter. 

         ❝ I – I … ❞

     Desperately, the young girl attempted to form words, wildly grabbing for a towel. Tears STUNG her eyes and the open cuts on her body stung as well, but she was brought to a silence as Hunter simply headed over to her without a word – a slight LIMP to his step. He helped her wrap a towel around her before gently pulling her out of the tub and leaning down to grab the bandages she had laid out on the floor. He mimicked her technique perfectly. Lisa had patched Hunter up enough times for him to be able to start patching her up too. Slowly, gently, he cleaned and placed a bandage over the wound on her head. 

     She knew he would ask who did this – she KNEW those words were going to come out of his mouth as he paused to look at her, lips parting slightly in preparation to gently ask her what she already knew was coming. Lisa looked away from Hunter, forcing herself to swallow down the tears she felt coming up and burning her throat again.

          ❝ Nanny… – she… ❞

                                      It was too late. She had already begun to cry again. 

[hercaretaker-blog]

UGH CAN'T FIND LISA, THIS CALLS FOR DRASTIC MEASURES. -makes megaphone with hands; HUNTER AND ALESSA GOT WHAT THEY DESERVE ! 8)

If you lost Lisa in a crowd, what "offensive" thing could you yell that'd be GUARANTEED to track her down? 

❝ WHOEVER SAID THAT, I’M COMING TO FIND YOU! ❞

[hercaretaker-blog]

Lisa Garland & Hunter Gillespie for most heartbreaking couple in the world 2kforever