#ofaither

[sunnyvaler-old]

I love that laura lee threw the bible to liv bc she was high but when she did it to kurt it was bc be became an axe murderer @celestiel @ofaither

[doomdays]

akilah hasn't recovered from what happened on their attempt at an exit, her mind still racing every moment of the day as she starts to dread their surroundings more and more, worried that an exit doesn't exist at all. the plane seems dangerous, it seems like a really, really bad idea -- but there's hope in laura lee, and if akilah has any optimism left, she's pouring it all into her.

her hands reach out, grabbing both of laura lee's gently and holding them between them, offering a small smile that has felt impossible these past few months, but even more these past few days, because if anyone needs it, it's @ofaither. ❝  i'm really proud of you. ❞  she doesn't look back to the plane they've been working on, only at laura lee, because she remembers what it felt like when they thought they lost van, and if this goes wrong, that means losing laura lee, too, so she wants to remember her, wants to soak up every last moment she has with her before she the plane is done and it's time to really say goodbye. ❝ can i say that i really don't want to say goodbye? ❞ she admits, her nose scrunching up before she shakes her head. ❝  because i don't. i can't imagine this horrible place without you being here to make it better. but you're going to come back, ❞ she insists, shaking her hands lightly, unclear who she's trying to convince more. ❝  and nobody is as brave as you, laura lee. ❞  

[ladyintree]

@ofaither asked: "are the noises scaring you?"

if they were, she wouldn't admit it. she doesn't admit it to herself, even though every noise from afar makes her stomach drop and it startles her enough to almost make her flinch, if she wasn't intentionally trying to compose herself. laura lee calling her on it doesn't help, only bringing a scowl from tai that she knows laura lee is undeserving of -- and yet, it's her own defense mechanism, working hard to act as if everything out here doesn't make her panic.

❝  it's the fucking woods. how else would it sound? ❞ her tone is dry as she mostly dodges her question, staring blankly at the woods in the night sky. it does bother her being outside, it bothers her being anywhere here, but getting worked up about any of it would only be admitting defeat. they're all scared; it's easier for her to pretend she's the one handling it all perfectly fine.

❝ hope you're not afraid of bears. ❞   a small smile barely tugs at the corner of her mouth, an effort to try to make a joke of the situation and turn it around on her instead. she finally looks over to her, her features softening. ❝ we'll be fine, laura lee. whatever animal is out there, we're probably scaring them away. ❞  

[khozmoh1]

𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃  𝚂𝙴𝙴𝚁  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 ↳↳  —  𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳,  𝚔𝚎𝚢𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍  @ofaither  /  ves

"what  do  you  see?"

there's  something  terribly  alluring  about  her,  like  the  soothing  cold  of  a  knife  pressed  flat  against  hot  skin  or  like  the  guiding  light  of  a  bolt  of  lightning  or  a  burning  flame  in  pitch  black  darkness.  she  wears  it  well,  commands  it  like  second  nature,  easy  as  breathing,  easy  as  blicking.  she  feels  like  midnight,  like  the  quiet  spaces  between  night  and  day.

          when  he  looks  at  her,  her  skin  is  the  colour  of  moonlight  and  there's  lightning  behind  her  eyes.  her  features  are  sharp  and  angled,  alien  and  inhuman  dispite  the  careful  curl  of  full  lips.  she's  beautiful  and  devastating,  monstrous  and  divine.

          she  gives  him  a  headache.

[unpossession]

"you're so beautiful, lo lo" from allie

fluster willow or she gets executed

"Oh, hush!! Don't-- stop looking at me like that, I'm getting all-- blushy... I don't-- I---" Willow can't help but smile, though, even if she is growing more and more mortified as Allie bats her eyes at her. "I'm not, I'm-- you're beautiful, more beautiful..."

[seatizen]

this was his first time staying somewhere overnight without his family.   his mother had become extremely overprotective of him after his sister had gone missing,   even more so after the divorce. he had never given it too much thought;   it just was how things were and school offered him plenty of extracurriculars that he didn’t feel he was really missing out on much.   but he had insisted on being given permission to be part of this trip,   convinced his mom that it would look good on college applications.   “  what do you do in preparation for a big game?  ”   he asked @ofaither.   “  off the record,   i promise.   i’m just…   curious.   i think i’d be terrified.   so, how do you fight that off?   the nerves?  ”

🔎.

[khozmoh1]

𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃  𝚂𝙴𝙴𝚁  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 ↳↳  —  𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳,  𝚔𝚎𝚢𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍  @ofaither

"what  do  you  see?"

the  air  was  wet  and  humid,  the  inside  of  a  hot  box  that  reeked  of  sweat  and  fear  and  at  the  end  of  the  long  corridor  was  a  mouth.  lips  the  colour  of  flaking  ash  and  dust,  skin  peeling  and  exposing  red  and  yellow  sores  cased  in  dead  flesh.

          cosmo  resisted  the  urge  to  gag.  stuck  between  his  world  and  some  other  world,  vision  splitting  between  a  open  doorway  leading  out  of  the  hotel  and  that  grotesque  mouth  that  was  so  like  a  mans  that  he  raised  his  hand  to  touch  his  lips.  the  mouth  opened  and  behind  the  lips  and  the  sores  and  blood  were  rows  upon  rows  of  yellowed  human  teeth.

          the  thing  on  the  otherside  of  the  door  sighed  and  the  stench  of  rot  stung  his  eyes  like  acid  gas.  cosmo  pinched  his  mouth  together  and  walked  forward,  the  smell  growing  worse  and  worse.  he  was  closing  in  faster  than  he  would  like,  approaching  an  endless  tunnel  of  teeth  and  black  death.

          the  hallway  moved  beneath  his  feet,  rising  and  then  leveling  out  as  if  the  giant  had  picked  it  up  and  moved  it  and  rather  than  its  mouth,  cosmo  found  himself  staring  at  a  single  bloodshot  eye.  he  stared  passed  it,  through  it,  ignoring  the  way  the  pupil  seemed  to  sear  right  through  him.

          he  reached  out.  hand  pressing  against  the  wet  stickiness  of  a  thing  that  wasn't  really  there,  and  pushed.  cosmo  stepped  out  into  the  street  and  the  familiar  smell  of  trash,  sunlight,  and  exhaust  overwhelmed  his  senses.

[hangtenn]

           “i nonchalantly told a dude at the bar the other night that i was a witch—…” this really should be good. honestly, showstopping.“he asked—…’what spell can i cast to get some boobs in my face?’ and i was—…flabbergasted.” a hand comes to rest on her chin. “i—-…i didn’t have an answer. i wish i knew.” // @ofaither liked for a starter!