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@offaired​   texted in:    [text] 🚫 talk rn... 2 busy eating ice cream n watching house hnters intnl from:    texting starters / always accepting !

[   ✉   ➥  illinois hellhound    ]   wat??? [   ✉   ➥  illinois hellhound    ]   u planning on getting ur own beach house lol??? 😂 [   ✉   ➥  illinois hellhound    ]   it’s nbd.  just thought u might know where ur bro is.  he’s late for the show. [   ✉   ➥  illinois hellhound    ]   have fun!!!!!!! 😊😊

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@offaired​   called in:    ❛ i guess i’m hoping the weapons will make me feel better, grant me some kind of fucking control. ❜ from:    house of leaves starters / always accepting !

         ❝  I UNDERSTAND ...  ❞  dj would be a hypocrite if she said otherwise, pretended that she didn’t sleep with a baseball bat next to her bed to stave off persistent paranoia.  she doesn’t mention that the bat is GONE and she doesn’t know where, or that its disappearance coincides with her own vanishing for several hours.  the concern lingers in the back of her head, sitting alongside the residual static of a sleepless night spent somewhere she cannot remember.  she stares at her hands lying in her lap, wonders if there’s traces of blood left that she cannot see but liu can.

         ❝  ... but is that SAFE  ?  ❞  it’s blurted out unintentionally, but it’s something that has to be asked.  especially now ... she frowns, worries her bottom lip between her teeth because she doesn’t want liu pushing her away for such a pointed question.  she cares.  she cares too much, and she always has.  her heart bleeds out for strangers, and tears itself apart for the people close to her.

         ❝  i’m not saying that i don’t TRUST you, but ...  ❞  she trusts liu, because dj knows her.  she knows her temper, her abrasiveness, feels confident enough that she would be able to tell if something wasn’t right ... but she also knows IT better than she ever wanted to.  she knows how quickly it can slip inside, unseen, unnoticed.  first you hear the static, a soft background noise blanketing your every action.  then ... static becomes the only thing you hear.  by the time you realize it’s there ... it’s already too late.

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@offaired​​    called in for a possessed gal!

        IT’S EASY TO GET INSIDE.  locks on doors cannot keep it out any more than her commendable attempts padlocking it out of her mind can.  she doesn’t miss a single slow stride as she grabs the stone frog decoration from the front yard, holds the doorknob in one hand and lets the strings raise her other ... hit, hit, hit ... it’s too easy to get INSIDE.  they never stood a chance, none of them.

         it searches, combs through memories of this house, of her bending over a table pointing at notes, of laying on a couch, of leaning against the door frame ... it finds resistance, suddenly but not unexpectedly.  it still finds what it’s looking for.  her fingers release and the frog thuds on the carpet.  it has to drag her feet, force her to follow the trail of warm memories to the room it seeks.  her feet stop, but it did not tell them to.  her breath catches when it winds tighter around her throat, and she moves again.

         it doesn’t want the girl sleeping in the bed DEAD ... not yet.  she still has a purpose to fulfill, but the quickest way to stab her brother through the chest is through her.  there’s too little division.  he trusts this puppet too much still, and it gives her strength to fight, to keep it at bay for far too long, long enough to be irritating.  she’s fighting now, fighting to prevent her hands from taking the pillow, from pressing it over the girl’s face and holding ... it waits ... waits to feel them both struggle to sustain their loosening grip on life.

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@offaired said: ❛ these days the only thing that gets me outside is when i say: fuck. fuck. fuck. fuck you. fuck me. fuck this. fuck. fuck. fuck. ❜

he gives a thoughtful hum from where he’s perched against the edge of her desk, arms folded as he listens. “dramatic,” he offers, but it’s gentler. "you know people ask me about you--like, you're the second most famous cryptid in this town." he pushes away from where he had been leaning, tilts his head when she doesn’t look at him. he’s used to as much; liu has always been more of a hurricane than a person. and maybe if he could only put himself together ( be a different sort of natural disaster ), maybe he’d have something better to offer than a shitty party. 

“come on lulu,” he tries again, “i know what’ll cheer you up. drinking and pretending we don’t live here.” what the fuck else was there to do in amity fucking springs? hands lightly extend to where she perches on the bed, and wait patiently for her to take them. “admit it, i’m the only fun person you know, and you’re not gonna make me go to this party alone.”