#oncesquip

[fakedself]

sev: there’s only one thing worse than a disappearance

sev: pulls away a strip of paper covering the word ‘rhys’s’

deana, gasping: rhys

sev: no,

[disappearanceofjk]

@oncesquip​ @dcfctive​ @abandonedisms​ and @scaeniicus​ get personalized clues!

There’s no text from Rhys this time, no, the messages on where they should go are flashed onto their phones. If one had to describe it, it’d be more of a popup ad than anything. The message reads a place - different places for all of them. Sev would find theirs to be located near the entrance of their school, Ciryke would find hers at a 7-11, Gigi and Edd would both find theirs a couple feet away from the entrance of what used to be Jared’s house, and Richie’s clue would be found at the diner the two used to frequent.

It’s held simply in a box, and all that’s inside is a picture of Jared and the person the clue belonged to, printed out pictures of selfies Jared had taken with them. The former’s eyes, however, would be crossed out with a red sharpie -- strange. On the back of the photograph, in Jared’s unmistakable handwriting, is the date the picture was taken and a sentence that was bound to leave anyone with questions.

i believe in you.

[imperfectfools]

/ miles blushing is.. really blessed btw. i need to read up on this phoenix character..

(( *immediately starts crying abt Phoenix fucking Wright* I LOVE THIS SPIKEY HAIRED LAW BOY SM ))

[ace-rphub]

(( i cant fucking believe this comic fuckin..... perfectly summarizes sev & pip 

“you’re pretty well-adjusted” “no, you’re well-adjusted!” ad infinitum ))

[suchalcser-blog]

|| @oncesquip --> X || 

   He looked pitiful like this, sitting in the bathroom stall with his legs pulled up to his chest. But having a panic attack in the bathroom was way better than doing it in the hallway, where everyone could see him freaking out like a fucking weirdo.  Scratching at the exposed skin of his arm where his hoodie sleeve had pulled up, he tried counting to calm himself down. One ... two .... three ... Everything was crashing down in a school bathroom. Counting wasn’t working and he could already see his fingernails breaking skin on his arm.

“ -- h-hey? ” His voice was soft, weak, as he practically begged for his squip to come out. He needed a voice at least to help him through this. He couldn’t get Jeremy in here and if he could depend on someone -- or something -- it was definitely his squip.

“ I-I don’t want to be alone. ”

( comfort from the squip ) 

[playrehearsings-blog]

@oncesquip

“ This shouldn’t be possible. “ Christine generally isn’t one for shutting down possibilities. After all this is the girl who spent most of her pre-teen years watching Disney movies over and over again. But the situation in front of her offers up more possibilities than she’d ever wanted to consider, most of them not great. “ Either I’m hallucinating or my life somehow managed to get even weirder. “

[fakedself]

@oncesquip / starter call.

❛ yo, dude! ❜ jared slings an arm around the other, pulling him in closer for a side-hug. ❛ i overheard from one of the sophmores in the library that the reg calc class had a test today. how’d it go? is the teacher as awful as he is in the ap class? ❜ 

[disappearanceofjk]

[TEXT]: Well... what’s in the woods...? What’s so dangerous about the woods, why shouldn’t I go in? [TEXT]: Is Jared in the woods? Do you have any leads?

[TEXT]: Dangerous things. From what I’ve heard from other people, monsters.

[TEXT]: Unfortunately, I do not. Not yet.