#troublesomecousin

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@troublesomecousin

"Dooooooo you think if you punched someone hard enough you could kill them, hm?" There is an experiment brewing.

[coastercruushed]

@troublesomecousin sent in: "Will you shut up?"

"i don't know, will i?" yeah, this isn't the first time he's been told to shut up and it certainly wouldn't be the last. he can't help but give him a cheeky grin as he kicks his skateboard into his hand with one fluid movement. head tilts to the side, eyebrows lifting in amusement.

"what? you gonna make me?"

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@troublesomecousin sent in: [ NEON ] for my muse to draw something on your muse's body that can only be seen under a blacklight

she can't help but giggle, rolling her eyes as she manages to put a bunch of fluorescent pink blacklight paint onto his hands, clapping them together. ( sure, it caused some droplets to spray on both of them but that just adds to the art, doesn't it? ) they're both getting ready to go to a rave, which was one of lenny's favorite activities. ( kevin needed to get out of the house anyways, get his mind off things. ) what a perfect time to paint each other with obnoxious blacklight body paint and take hallucinagenics about it?

he'll take those hands, pressing them against kevin's chest to leave handprints on him. ( can you blame them? he has nice tits. ) though, she'll giggle whenever he pulls his hands away, tilting their head to the side. "damn---....your chest hair made it look clumpy but it's still very cool!"

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❝ Can I have one of those? ❞ Violet gestured towards the pack of cigarettes they were about to stow away in their pocket. She wasn't sure how she would get a pack of her own. She knew it wasn't like her parents would be willing to bring her a pack when they visited, if they would visit her. Who was she kidding? Her dad would come up here just to make sure she was going to the right psychological treatment. She had a gut feeling it would be because he was trying to prove to everyone what a good therapist he was, not a good father.

♡ ───── open starter for violet harmon in her ahs: asylum verse !

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Continued // @troublesomecousin

It was 10:37pm; the night was young and full of promise! After a recent feed, Rudy was feeling refreshed and better than he was hours ago. His head was clear, the fog gone, and his stomach no longer felt like somebody was repeatedly stabbing him from the inside out. Using a little mesmerism on a late shift garage worker allowed him to take what he needed without being overly greedy, leaving them dazed but not dead. He was no monster! They would never know what happened once they snapped out of it; there was barely even a scratch where his razor-sharp fangs pierced through warm flesh. He tried to be super careful not to make a huge mess, but, to his slight frustration, there were a few dark spots on his white tank top near the collar. It was covered up by his bomber jacket, though.

As The Clash crackled loudly through his tinny speakers, the Ford Escort rumbling along a winding road, Rudy sang along whilst drumming his palms against the steering wheel. His window was rolled down, the passing wind ruffling his brown curls and whipping them around in a frenzy, but those Ray-Bans remained firmly secured on the bridge of his nose. The white stripes in the centre of the road whirred past, his headlights illuminating them and every tree that blurred along the side of the road. An upcoming sign let him know that he was on the right road, but he'd studied the map in his glove box enough times to memorise exactly where to go, knowing that, somewhere coming up, there was a left turn he needed to take soon. But as he anticipated the new road, a lone figure walking along grabbed his attention, silhouetted by the bright lights.

How did they even end up here, in the middle of nowhere? The nearest bus stop was ages away. Rudy stopped singing, eyebrows pulling together in a curious frown. It took him less than a second to veer closer, already deciding to offer up a ride like any decent person should. That, and he was around in a decade where stranger danger was pretty much unheard of. As Erika eventually rolled to a stop, her front tyre bumped the curb and, as a result, his cassette tape briefly stuttered through a chorus. Rudy slapped his palm against the dashboard once, and there was a small silence before Joe Strummer resumed singing, the words sounding considerably louder before gradually settling back into a normal volume. Ugh, he'd just fixed it.

Leaning over his gear stick, Rudy rolled down the passenger window, which squeaked on its descent. Before he could speak, the other already started talking. It made him snort out a laugh, opening up his glove box to retrieve the map he was using, wildly wafting it around to show the other. "I'm sorted, mate! Brills." Stuffing it back inside, the vampire pushed down his sunglasses to reveal his brown eyes, staring directly at the stranger. He offered him a crooked grin. "But you look like a dumped date. Who broke your heart, chewed it, and spat it back out on the ground?"

As the next song kicked in, Rudy shrugged one shoulder and glanced towards the passenger seat; an open invitation. "I can drive you to the nearest bus stop, if you want? Or wherever. I'm not fussed! But do anythin' weird, and I hope that you know how to drop and roll out of a movin' car, yeah?" He was only half-joking.

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@troublesomecousin // continued

Blair grins when he groans. It's funny to him. Moonbeam hadn't appreciated his puns. But Kevin did. One friendship point to Kevin-- and Blair was keeping track of things like that. He liked to keep track of things.

"no i don't do drugs. benadryl doesn't count. neither does cold medicine. if i can buy it at the store it doesn't count." Which isn't entirely how that works, but, hey! Blair never said his ideals had to make sense.

[schattenwerfenkeineschatten]

Which song do you feel describes your character the most and why? (Jehan, Laelia, Cosette, Bahorel)

please know that this ask has caused me a lot of pain and suffering... thank you

jehan: clouds for brains by thao & the get down stay down

The most is the same as the least I will do Let a human heart fold over you

it has a dreamy quality and a certain easy-going melancholy that i associate with jehan while still expressing passion ("let not the hot blood boil in vain") and dedication ("the most is the same as the least i will do"). and then, there's the connection to nature and themes of grief and death, both physical and metaphorical. a certain hedonism, too.

i think the lyrics are poetic enough to qualify. (thao is an amazing lyricist.) plus, some of the lyrics can be read as commentary on jehan's canonical death. you know, if you're fucked up enough 🙃

laelia: run for cover by black honey

I heard a whisper Loud as thunder Touch like a sister Kiss like a mother I heard a whisper Loud as thunder Burst like a blister It's no wonder You should run for cover

it has a lot of sexual undertones and deals with the weight of society's expectations of women in general. so, you have themes of sexualisation, objectification, stereotyping, power imbalances, exploitation, submission but also rebellion — all themes that are very prominent with laelia. all of this comes together with the underlying threat of all that repressed anger finally bubbling to the surface.

"i heard a whisper, loud as thunder" makes me think of the weight of carrying a secret but also of casual microaggressions and quiet, invisible power that isn't immediately obvious.

"touch like a sister, kiss like a mother" can be interpreted in a very personal way for laelia, since she ends up taking on a mother role for her two younger brothers, but it also works as a commentary on the roles and fantasies women are expected to fulfil to please men. "in your shade is where i play" perfectly describes laelia's place in society as a trans woman of colour who doesn't come from money, with connections to crime.

cosette: daisy by kate davis

Neither am I good, nor pure Neither am I wise However, I am willing to start from the ground up So, I keep growing up

growth and hope are cosette's most integral motifs. the song deals with heavy themes to a light, upbeat tune, which is very cosette. you also have the obligatory flower metaphor and dependence on a father figure that's explicitly mentioned. besides, the music video is very goth, but like in a fun, cute way — just like cosette!

bahorel: flamboyant by dorian electra

I'm a very flaming, flammable guy Some say my fire burns way too high Some say they find me too hot to touch But I, I think it's not enough

pretty straightforward. he's my little fire starter, flaming and inflammatory, and if you can't handle that, that's a you problem.

i was very close to going with gogol bordello's 60 revolutions for this, which, again, i don't feel needs explaining. it's just that... while being very punk in his attitude, bahorel's vibe is much more poppy, i feel.

[deadph0bic]

"oh my gosh," the blonde reaches out to grab a hold of kevin's hand, observing his nails. "you take such good care of your nails! not a spec of dirt. my kevin was never like that," she'll let go of his hand, her arms crossing behind her back since she realized that it probably wasn't appropriate to just grab his hand like that. ( she's excited to actually have a moment to talk to him, okay?! ) "sorry about that. i'm siobhan. pronouns she/her---...i'm the popular one! though, i'm sure mapplethorpe, like.... told you about me," she'll then motion towards kevin with a perfectly manicured nail. "i've certainly heard a lot about you," // @troublesomecousin