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      @rvnnt​   /   STARTER CALL  

        ❛    today i poured EIGHT cups of coffee and left them on the bathroom sink for eve to pick up    ❜  

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bee is the love of my life. honestly, truly. i’ve been blessed to have known them for well over a year now, and there’s no one in this world i'd rather be with. we’re coming up on our anniversary soon, and while i can’t believe it’s been so long i also can’t believe it hasn’t been even longer. i feel like they’ve been in my life since before i could breath. they’re so special to me, and there’s something even more special about US. we’re connected in a way i can’t begin to explain. i don’t know where i’d be if not for them. they are my light, my love, my queen. always and forever.  we constructed these blogs together too, u know? nat & ava’s story has been built from so many late calls (calls we share every night regardless) and conversations, and small parts of ourselves have trickled in. they’ve become so important to us, because we, as people, are so intertwined with one another.  in summary i just really love @rvnnt, and i’m happiest to call them mine. you should also be following my little honey bee if you aren’t because we’re two halves of the same whole. 

[ghostive]

‘  when will you learn? when will you learn that your actionS HAVE CONSEQUENCES!  ’

  vine starters - ACCEPTING       /           @rvnnt

                 smug expression greeted the face of a boy who clearly self-satisfied. he should have felt some guilt,  a trickle of remorse … maybe he did somewhere. but wherever that was, it was not at the forefront, and surely very quiet. the loudest part of him wrapped in hilarity. humoured by a myriad of events. lips cracked with the rumbling of gentle laughter. though the parting of them allowed a sliver of metallic crimson to coat his teeth. diluted by saliva, they stained in red-orange, and the taste of it filled his mouth with copper pennies. perhaps scaring the “sorority” girl wasn’t his greatest idea. however the halloween spirit took over his veins and made temptation far to daunting.

                mask still in hand he wiped his face with it. the stinging sensation vibrated through his nose and cheek bones, yet smeared remains only reglazed in fresher blood. laughter continued anyway.             ❛   i can’t believe you punched me in the face    ❜          rubbing the back of a splattered hand against his temple he pushed hair back,             ❛    happy october !   ❜          words reverberated with comical influx, as the hand at his forehand matched with mocking jazzy motion. happy october indeed.

[ocursed-blog]

               “  HUMAN  LOGIC  is  hiding  beneath  a  blanket  like  it’s  gonna  stop  anything  from  killing  them            and  honestly     my  fucking  favorite. ”        MAYBE  IT ‘S  A  SORE  SUBJECT,    but  that  never  stopped  the  lawless  from  speaking  his  native  tongue,  cruelty.                   maybe  it’s  because  nero  is  bored,  tired  of  watching  the  same  old  horror  movies  in  this  vacant  home.     time  to  kill  is  nothing  but  a  waste  to  the  antichrist.     like  most   that  fear  the   p a r a n o r m a l,   they  flee  leaving  all  personal  objects  behind.    one  god  damn  haunting  after  the  next.             “   but  no  one  died  here.  so  you  much  be  friendly  neighborhood  spirit.  ”     out  flows  a  yawn  for  boredom  &  disappointment.

             @rvnnt      sc.

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         liked for a starter        /           @rvnnt

                 it’d been a sticky hot day, and the fall of night barely provided any solace from that choking heat. the curls of wyatt’s hair stuck tacky to his forehead from sweat now dried. without the blazing sun it wasn’t quiet as rough. either way he remained unbothered, however starkly dehydrated. recommended eight glasses of water ? he hadn’t a sip. the dry cracking of his tongue and lips poorly prompted his entry into the tourist trap. only an excuse, as he caught sight of an interesting girl walk in before him.                  he didn’t know her. never caught a glimpse of her golden hair among the school halls. no doubt, if she was going in there, she didn’t attend school near him at all. locals didn’t come to bourbon street. locals wanted to be as far away from it as possible. the racket, the crowding, the SMELL. it reeked of garbage, and piss, and ALCOHOL. but outsiders came anyway. women bumbling in their five inch heels, unashamed by the clatter of their drunken steps. men with food stained shirts and fallen pants trying too hard to take them home. this was the worst place in new orleans. even wyatt hated coming, and he slogged through the bayou once or twice in his life. 

                 what brought him to this grimy part of town ? what carried his weary feet through the open door of a gift shop ? only the GIRL. she seemed quiet, mild mannered, but not in the way it was her normal temperament. there was something in the way she smiled, something that told him she was holding back. as intriguing as the tales of haunted halls, he wanted to know her story too. if only, for a moment, unlock a piece of her soft-pedal smile.                   the cooler opened. bottled water fell into his palm with brisk touch. cracking open the cap he pushed its mouth to his own and cycled water past lips. eyes circled for her. muffled was the voice of the clerk, reprimanding him for not paying first. mid-gulp he heard the word ‘police’, liquid pooling from his throat back into the bottle with slow deliberate swishing. SPIT.                                   ❛     i’m a direct descendant of marie laveau    ❜         he wasn’t , no relation        ❛    are you sure you want to do that ?    ❜         but the way he said it made his claim convincing. 

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[vmprwtch]

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Push/Slide [an object] across a table to my muse

            if he’d had any doubts, this would put them to rest. his magic had manifested in particular ways, as others in the coven had warned him. the extrasensory perception proved to be a natural extension of his oversensitive sensitive nervous system. as a result, he’d found himself drawn to more than a few ghosts. and in this house, he was certain one remained. the locals had been right to be superstitious. the candle’s path across the table, unburdened by the laws of physics confirmed as much. a shot of adrenaline went through him.  ‘ i knew it. im here to help. i dont know if you know what psychometry is, but I want to help you move on – and I think it could be of use. ’

[aurorskills]

@rvnnt  ♡

           ❛  for  the  LAST  TIME,  avalina.  i  am  your  superior,  this  is  not  up  to  discussion.  ❜