✦ closed starter for @wyattxwheeler
✦ based on: 🐟 | where jet is checking in with food.
"I wasn't sure if you guys had eaten, so, I wanted to come by and bring some food." Jet stated only once the door to Wyatt and Penelope's home had opened up. Between them welcoming a new baby girl into the world just a few months ago to Penelope's sister Dana becoming one of the three people that had gone missing last week, Jet wanted to do something. He'd be no use in the field, so, food and conversation was his gift to them, if they'd have him. "I can be quick if you guys don't feel up to company, but, I wanted to do something. Cooking just happens to be my love language."
THERE'S A RESIDUAL STICKINESS THAT LINGERS just outside slaughterhouse and beyond the midsummer humidity. pyretic heat that clings onto the skin as if it were second nature, trapping sweat and smoke against the outstretched throats of rave - goers as they pour out of the warehouse's doors. it's sweet, the air, sickly and cloying - thick with undying energy that takes the form of lingering bodies. crooked, half - smashed cigarettes passed from trembling hand to trembling hand; loud, raucous laughter that breaks through the surrounding night and breaks the illusion of an eternity within it - light always found at the end of the tunnel. the bass fades. the world levels. the crowd begins to dissipate. a slow ebb at first; chain - link fence rustling as the metal is pried back open, antlered headpieces and billowing tulle catching against steel as they squeeze by, one by one. paint smeared against the crook of lover's necks, voices muffled against candied flesh as they stumble down winding dirt path and back into the sodium light that swallows hadden and everyone within it whole.
except for one.
it starts with a promise to leave together, the kind of promise held between parting mouths, the comforting squeeze of fingers intertwined. an affirmation to find each other when the night is over; a vow broken as eyes, bright and glossy, skim each passing profile crossing slaughterhouse's threshold and find nothing in their wake. nobody. a slow, unraveling chain of events. tanned skin clasping over a freckled shoulder, brows furrowed in a worry they thought themselves freed of - if only for the night. a mop of curls shaking their head - a name engulfed by the dark with each rising shout. a name with nobody to claim it. it lights up their screens: one ring, two rings, three - repeat. the crowd continues to trickle out, and away, and farther from slaughterhouse. the panic sets in; a match to gasoline, quick and all - consuming, name repeated like a prayer as the warehouse is torn apart. an emptied dancefloor sticky with spilled beers and the exchange of heated words, bathroom stalls whose doors lay broken and askew, backrooms with dust only disturbed in the form of limb imprints. the outskirts of slaughterhouse and its steel barrier trailed along, scoured, for a single fucking clue.
a wish granted. a wish taking the form of golden plumage. scattered against overgrown weed and caught between links in the fence; fluttering in the breeze as if they always belonged there. as if they were always apart of hadden and the surrounding woods. a signaling beacon with its light snuffed out, moonlight not bright enough to shine them back home - back to her. it's no longer humidity that sticks, that lingers against their skin - but fear. complexions gone pale, a tremor in their hands no longer from the residual bass pumping through their veins - calls that go straight to voicemail. over and over and over again. no answer, until that becomes an answer in itself:
zahara visser is nowhere to be found.
welcome to the end of our event ! please stop hitting me with sticks ! underneath is a small description of what knowledge is known ic.
as the sun broke through the dawn sky and the rest of hadden woke up, there came a startling realization: zahara visser has gone missing. discovered early in the morning, around 3am as the rave ended and the vast majority of party - goers descended back home, by robin shrike and friday markov, who then gathered whoever was left at slaughterhouse to search the premises. instead, all they found was a trail of golden feathers going beyond slaughterhouse's rickety fencing and leading into the woods. due to the size of hadden and zahara's own medical history - search parties will form soon after their disappearance is made known.
this plot drop is ongoing. reasonably, it should effect some of your threads going forward, and some of your muses. i've left it open for multiple muses outside of the two confirmed to be part of the initial search, so please godmod away. do what feels right in your hearts. please have so much fun and stop yelling at me. please. please.
sick and scared and devastated and constantly on edge over my friend’s disappearance
god please be okay
please be okay so I can visit you and hug you tight and bring you food and buy you smokes
please survive and please come home so I can tell you I love you and make art for you and cheer on your growth and advocate for your care
I need you to be here so you can sleep on our couch and smoke on our porch and print zines in our living room
I need to hear your chirping voice, telling anyone you say goodbye to to “stay safe!”
I need to go get breakfast with you and go to weird bookstores with you and hang out in your incense-hazy living room while we watch youtube or talk about anything we can think of
I’ve loved you through eight different names, all the basic pronouns, a zillion shades of gender, from high school into our late twenties, cutting off and reconnecting with your family, your performance career from start to end, multiple states, big dreams, suicidal ideations, every type of courageous activism, reconnection with your ancestral roots, both of our chronic illnesses, so many shitty partners who didn’t treat you right………
I could fill a trillion universes with my love for you
I could fill a trillion universes with how badly I need you to be okay
all I’ve ever wanted, ever, is for you to be okay, to be safe, to be comfortable, to be happy.
── ( sophie thatcher. twenty-four. nonbinary. she/they. ) there’s something about hadden, man, that makes me so nostalgic. like, you see that? PATTI FONTAINE? yeah, they’ve been in hadden for a week now, and i don’t think i’ve ever seen them leave home without their A TAXIDERMIED BLACK RAM IN TRIBUTE TO THE WITCH BY ROBERT EGGERS. i think they’re a GOTHIC FILM STUDIES & CLAYMATION MAJOR over at LANGSTON - which makes sense since they’re so SARCASTIC and MORBID. i didn’t think i’d see them out in public so soon, though, ever since … y’know, they screened an explicit short film in which they dripped wax on their bare chest interspersed with clips of shrieking bat mouths and sped up, decaying fox corpses; the faculty had to shut it down midway. yeah, it’s pretty bad - but i heard they’re also GUARDED and INTUITIVE, so i guess you really never know a person … maybe it’s just a SCORPIO thing? either way, everytime they’re around i always get violet by hole stuck in my head and it just makes me so CONFLICTED. i gotta go walk it off before i do something drastic - see ya! / as penned by nai. 28. she/her. gmt.
student file.
full name — patricia violet fontaine.
nickname(s) — patti. patricia is FORBIDDEN for UGLINESS (patti's words not mine)
place of birth — yorkshire dales.
date of birth & age — nov 2nd, twenty-four.
gender / pronouns — nb, she/they.
sexuality — bisexual.
dormitory — holland hall.
interests — spiders. bats. the most low budget gore in the tubi horror section. amanda from saw. foxes screaming in the dead of night. mary shelley. body horror. the black mould in jk rowlings bedroom. bram stoker's dracula. sad clowns. niche french films with delayed subtitles. lynchian everything. over exposed photography. goth modded bratz dolls. black coffee. moths. this one black ram doll in a long victorian nightgown their dad made them. black cats discordantly strutting piano keys. saint sebastian's pierced arrow. shadow puppets. upturning stones to find weird bugs. ethel cain. black veils worn for no reason. engraved hatchets. spaghetti dyed black like demon worms. hybrid taxidermy (i.e. bat winged fawn). red contacts. biblical monsters.
aversions — shawn mendes. not being able to make ur teeth fall out or grow sharp at will. LA influencers. harry styles' hairline. minimalism. coasters. people who say they were cyber bullied. churches without massive fuck off organs. loud traffic when ur trying to sleep. leaving the house in the cold without wearing a huge russian babushka fur hat. not having horns. men who don't bark on all fours when politely requested to. badger hunting. yappy dogs. broken yolks. loose ends that haunt u. being asked to explain what a film means. receiving sympathy.
quirks — playing the organ (learned at church growing up). has birthed several lambs and horses by hand. sometimes bites themselves. finds the flagellation of christ erotic.
notable features — eye makeup like a hot boxed raccoon. choppy mullet. sometimes long flowing victorian gowns n fuckass boots, sometimes tit bound n suited, depends on the appetite for androgyny that day!
general disposition — foreboding frankly. sometimes cackles sometimes is silent n staring. forrest gump voice: u never kno what u gon get! loves to bully. r they joking r they not? that's a secret i'll never tell...
public record.
ok so. grew up at a farm in the yorkshire dales bt then her parents split n narcissistic mum moved to london to hop around finding the richest option to move on dot com. wound up at a fancy ass townhouse in kensington so cherCHING mission successful n now patti has a 9 yr old stepbrother who they lowkey suspect is a sociopath / future serial killer bt they're obsessed w him so they overlook it temporarily bc like in fairness they're like. ok maybe i'd grow up to be a serial killer if i had to spend that time w our mum fr. so ya lived between two homes from then on #divorce n always preferred the farm. bestiesssss w their dad who is also neurodivergent like patti so they kind of hv always just Got each other n bonded as such. he's a bit of an eccentric n talks more to his farm animals than people bt he's patti's beloved n role model despite hw much flack their mum gives him fr being different.
(missing person tw incoming) alwyas a bit of a black sheep ugly duckling in school bt somehow bonded w a sweetie coded ray of sunshine who had dyed pink hair at the ripe age of 13 n used to always scrunch up her nose when she laughed (regularly milkshake wld come out of her nose upon such occasions). they were besties n thick as thieves and each other's favourite person in the world. vaguely homoerotic undertones never acknowledged. both patti n bestie (name tbd i jst refer as paper chain girl in my head don't ask) hd a lot going on at home n their coping mechanisms were kind of the dividing factor tht sent them on different paths. her best friend went down a dark road where patti cldnt follow her n eventually got a late night bus n disappeared from town without a trace. the police investigated her as a missing person bt she was never found n presumed dead after a certain amt of years by the vast majority
as a result of this patti kind of withdrew n wld only form superficial connections bc they were just so hurt from losing someone who felt like a part of them. they still dnt quite feel Whole to this day. they put a lot of their unresolved emotions into their art (claymation w a lot of body horror featuring) n a lot of it's pretty dark n sad n gothic as a result. they see life thru a kind of jaded pessimistic lens bt also try to maintain a nihilistic approach like well nothing matters lol <3 to make it thru.... hence not taking too much seriously a majority of the time.
personal details.
LOVESSSSSSSSS to bully men. has a leather leash hanging up in their dorm just bc despite NOT owning a dog if u kno what i mean.
smuggled a scrawny black cat in tht lives out of their dorm tht has bright yellow eyes. named doom. patti's absolute beloved. patti is nvr softer than when she's scratching doom behind the ears. sleeps curled up w them like a hot water bottle. doom has ferocious tuna breath that scares the hoes n patti's like awwww so cute <3
obsessed w the gothic in many aspects of life. gothic victorian clothing (loves vintage n the like), old gruesome bt beautiful renaissance paintings of brutal battles scenes, any heartbreaking greek myth with monstrous creatures who patti almost always sides with, insect metamorphosis stages (patti finds these symbolic for many things n is fascinated by analysis n metaphor regarding such), anything involving cannibalism or vampires, old medieval castle architecture ESPECIALLY if it involves stone gargoyles, wabi sabi / signs of wear in old abandoned mansions (patti thinks imperfections r far more interesting than seamless minimal monstrosities), they even hv a lamp made out of various xray scans of different times theyve broken bones (frequent thru being an adventurous gremlin growing up on a rural farm)
frequently intimate w many people despite never actively being intimate w anyone. like there's nvr any emotion or feeling there patti just doesn't know how to connect the two n finds it very difficult to truly go beyond surface lvl most of the time. mayb one day..... (winks at potential plot) bt it wld be a slow burn for sure.
i feel like contrary to the scary / intimidating demeanour patti puts out they can b quite a yapper n a cackler bt it's unlocked rarely by a select few....... like u have to meet the criteria the fungus in her brain tells her is necessary except they aren't even particularly sure themselves what that is.... (many subconscious walls put up to guard them from forming connections) (thirl go to therapy!)
desired plots.
SOOOOOOOOO i'm open to anything if u read and get an idea off the top of ur head but i'll cobble together a couple of things below jst to get the ball rolling!!
not in love: mayb some sort of lowkey fwb situation bt feelings were caught from ur muses side n patti didnt quite kno how to compute it. idk we can discuss the complexities of it bt maybe for some reason they keep coming back to each other anyway despite patti's inability to connect loins n heart n it's just quite a messy situation w various jealousies inevitable. me starting off my wcs w this toxic little number posing cutely w one sleeve of my nightgown slipped off my shoulder so sultry.... tbh this could be multiple ppl bc of the elusive nature of patti's #whorings (that one boy in hp so dramatically vc: it's loik tryin ta catch smoke wiv ur bare hands...) so i'll leave this kind of open ended quantity wise!
gremlins: i'll b real. patti is kind of annoying. like she loves to bully she struggles to take things seriously half the time u dnt kno if she's joking or not. deadpan to the extreme. ur muse perhaps likes to indulge in such wicked jestering n together they're a diabolical nuisance to society esp if hanging out together at parties. wld walk patti into a party in full the nun cosplay despite it not being halloween on their arm like a father giving away their daughter at a wedding. HAS wheelbarrowed patti across campus once so they cld recline smoking in style and vice versa. it's a common understanding. a rabid solidarity. closer acquainted than any sleep paralysis demon. that SAID bc of patti's allergy to forging deep connections since bestie's disappearance mayb we cld play around w this. do they want to kno them more deeply??? do they get exasperated w patti's walls???? do they simply accept patti as they r n not probe deeper?? let's discuss.
cat and mouse: quite literally patti's cat doom hs taken to haunting ur muse by leaving mice on their window ledge even if ur muse is on a floor that doesn't make any logical sense for a cat to be scaling to reach it. it's supernatural. it's ominous. it's inexplicable. it's haunting and u wish it woudl just stop. patti declares their cat innocent of all charges even if the cat's caught red pawed patti simply scoops her up under one arm n walks away ignoring the outcry. in patti's words "it's a gift. it's a love note. ur being so narrow minded".
adam felt his heart crack when his friend said what she did. "tan, i hate that you feel like you're hiding. i hope that you know that you can always talk to me, okay?" adam hoped that tanya knew that in general, but maybe she did not. that made it ultra important for him to be connected to her and to help her out. "i feel like i'm hiding sometimes, too," the man admitted. "but having reliable friends like you helps." adam still felt sick to his stomach that his family never found out what had happened to him back home. it was horrifying.
closed starter for @emrexediz
location: Patty's Cafe (taking place morning of October 11th)
After receiving the call from Emre, he gave him the cafe to meet at. It was early in the morning and he knew the cafe would be open around 6am and he didn't want to meet at his place. Last thing he was going to do was wake up Nicole right now. However, he couldn't go back to sleep and he sat outside Patty's Cafe while he waited for Emre to show up. After getting a coffee from the place, he heard the door and he saw Emre walk into the cafe. "Hey. Did you find something? What's going on?"
welcome to marina, VIKTOR SAMUELS ( nonbinary, they/them ) ! they are a THIRTY year old who has lived over on TOWER HILL for THEIR ENTIRE LIFE and works as a VISUAL ARTIST. everyone says they look a lot like MAXENCE DANET FAUVEL. what do you think? — JAMES, 24, THEY/THEM, EST.
MENTIONS OF RELIGION, HERESY, MISSING PERSONS / DISAPPEARANCE, DRUGS, ADDICTION, HOSPITALIZATION, AND REHABILIATION.
religion; second eldest to a devout preacher and his wife, only minutes behind their twin sister, but years ahead of their youngest sister. the samuels are a cold, god-fearing household.
unfortunately viktor's never been fond of the lord. after a peaceful childhood, viktor became a terror. a nuisance. finds a love for all kinds of horror early on, and is pretty much a full fledged goth by the time they hit double digits.
heresy; has faked possession, has defiled the church pews, has committed so much heresy they've been banned from all church services. is better off not going, anyways.
their twin sister is the definition of perfection. more moonlight than sunlight, because she's always been unsettlingly cold, even when smiling. got along great with the richer kids, while viktor was known as her freak brother.
kind of like an art prodigy, so they naturally went to art school after high school.
missing persons / disappearance; during their last year of college, their twin sister went missing. search parties search every inch of the island, but there's no sign of her anywhere. after a year of dwindling efforts, they stop the search completely.
drugs / addiction / hospitalization / rehabilitation; viktor went completely off the rails. they already struggled with their drug use, but it got worse during this time. wound up in and out of hospitals and rehab for a good few years. was sober for a few months after their latest stint, but it never lasts for that long. is at least trusted enough to have their own apartment again.
has their own art studio beneath their apartment, the rent inexpensive because of mysterious fire damage that leaves the building not completely up to code. hell yeah.
facts & temperaments.
blacklisted from almost every therapist on the island except for this ancient fucker who will not succumb to viktor's efforts to woo and subdue. is secretly grateful for this.
loves pretty much anything horror. can settle for a thriller. as long as it's scary or disturbing in some way, viktor's into it. fan of goth music and the overall subculture, icon of wearing smudged under-eye eyeliner that only further accents the fact that they look like they've never even heard of sleep before. there is no color in their wardrobe.
moody but the moods range from horny (is a local whore) to just a fucking asshole. doesn't care about other people except for their sister rosa, and a select few others. everyone else is like they're just playing a game of cat and mouse.
doesn't know how to just be. nice. disregards other's feelings relatively easy but is way too into their own emotions. feels everything so incredibly deeply, or not at all.
dramatic and loves the attention, even if they're apathetic. will start shit just because. loves getting into fights that'll result in their ass being fully beat because that's just a tuesday afternoon for them.
uses humor to cope sometimes, and is pretty sardonic - but doesn't ever talk about what really bothers them, or their traumatic past.
masterful at sculpting but fucks around with ceramics a lot and oil paints. got into metalworking for funsies, and sometimes will branch into other art forms, but they know what they're really good at. will destroy their own artwork for funsies sometimes, call that performance art<3
like chaotic neutral i'd say. drives a customized vintage hearse and it's one of the few things that viktor actually loves.
painfully honest unless it comes to their own emotions.
Animals, nature, long days and even longer nights spent in absolute solitude— Berk was far more adept at handling those than he was engaging with other people. So it kind of begged the question: what the hell was he doing, poking his nose where it didn't necessarily belong?
Short answer? He didn’t know.
The only reason he could think to explain this current deviation from his standard MO was that something about watching Alejandra move around town, worn photograph clutched in her hand, hit too close to home. Felt too much like his own search.
The one he'd mostly, supposedly, put to bed five years ago.
It was nearly impossible not to think about Deniz now, or the man who'd taken her from this world, but he tried. Every damn day he woke up and tried to ignore the justice demanded by her lingering ghost.
"Run it by me again?" This lead she'd stumbled upon so recently. Better to focus on that potential than his own fruitless thoughts and apparent lost cause. "What exactly did they say when you showed them Mari's picture?"
