#revenantmercy

[lifeeternal-a]

@revenantmercy​ 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑑    𝑓𝑜𝑟    𝑎     𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑟.

Scout    was    hanging    out    at     the     cemetery     late     in    the    night,    of    course,    where    else    would    she    be    ?    She    was    not    expecting    anyone    else    to    come    to    her     otherwise      secret    hiding    spot    where    she    could    sit    and    think.    Cigarette    had    been    hanging    loosely    from     full,    plump    red    painted    lips.    She     removes     it    to    speak,    ready    to    fight    off    a    random    creep    if    need     be.

   ''Alright,    I     hear     your    breathing,    I    won't    bite,    just     come    out,    will    ya    ?''

[traumableeds]

@revenantmercy​​ said: “  i  got  wasted  like  all  my  potential.  ”  

There’s a huff of a laugh following her words, though it’s almost unclear where exactly he finds the amusement. Caleb knows all about wasted potential, or maybe he doesn’t. Maybe there was never anything to waste, never a future to hope for. He doesn’t really know, isn’t sure he CARES either. ❝I guess sometimes the bottom of a bottle is better than what’s in your head, right? ❞ He says this lightly, as if he hasn’t already embraced all of his demons. After all, what else was there for someone like him to do?

[craftedlove]

STARTER FOR @revenantmercy !

He’s currently off in the corner by the snack table, face stuffed with food. Jude would go almost anywhere if he was promised food. Though it wasn’t as if it was a challenge to get him to go out anyway, he LOVED people. Even in his little corner, mouth full, he’s tried to greet nearly everyone who has passed by. People seemed amused if nothing else, at the puffy cheeked Spiderman happily bopping to the music. When a woman dressed as Mia Wallace stops at the table for some punch, he’ll smile brightly, ❝ nice costume! ❞ He says over the music, he means it too. Even if he only vaguely knew the movie. 

[drawsgore]

PLOTTED STARTER: @revenantmercy​ !

GROUP THERAPY. A suggestion courtesy of Julian’s parents. And not one he’d ever really considered. He didn’t want to open up, scared that someone---anyone might see him for what he was. Or rather, what he was AFRAID he was. 

His parents had seen a lot of his artwork, had always smiled through their questions and concerns. The breaking point seemed to be when his father found drawings of Owen in Julian’s apartment. Particularly the ones Julian had drawn after his nightmares, dreams where his mind seemed intent on replaying that night over. Sometimes it got so bad that drawing what he had seen was the only way to get it out of his head. Drawing his friend’s death.

His parents insisted, practically BEGGED for him to see someone. To get help. This somehow came to be the only compromise, Julian simply didn’t want them to worry anymore.

He’s sitting awkwardly across from a stranger, during a lunch break from the sessions. He’s good at silence and she seemed nice enough, but it still felt awkward. And with his nerves getting the better of him---as well as his lack of a filter, he finds himself breaking the silence. ❝So,❞ he starts, ❝what made you decide to come? ❞ It couldn’t hurt to ask, right? 

[cruelgirled-blog]

PLOTTED STARTER / @revenantmercy

The truth of the matter is this: Jo was walking on thin ice. The things she’s done were starting to catch up with her, the truth nipping at her heels. And it was only a matter of time before people started to put two and two together. Before the police started to put two and two together. She thinks Mercy is crazy for sticking around, especially when Jo has done nearly everything possible to persuade her not to. 

As they’re sat eating shitty takeout on Mercy’s sofa, the last solution she expects is a marriage proposal. Or rather---a sort of marriage proposal. The technicality doesn’t really stop Jo from choking on her food. ❝ I’m sorry, what? ❞

According to SVU ( also known as Mercy’s cited source ) --- spousal privilege was a thing. And as crazy as it sounded, and as crazy as she thinks it is; Jo was actually almost considering it. After all, she wanted nothing more than for Mercy to stay out of her mess, so a loophole like this could be exactly what they needed. Still, part of her remained skeptical that it could even work. 

❝You think that could actually work? ❞ She pauses contemplating for a moment. ❝Also, pro tip---if you’re gonna propose to a girl you should at least buy her something a little more romantic than chinese food.❞ The hint of a smirk on her face shows she’s taking this very seriously.