#unbelong

[acronychalwitch]

I want to leave, to go somewhere I should be really in my place, where I would fit in....but my place is nowhere; I'm unwanted.

~Jean-Paul Sartre

[y1fa]

@unbelong you are not ruled by fear, you are ruled by strength.

ylfa knew she was strong. her now hulking frame was used to shield the people she loved from harm. the wolfish features that made her less like herself also solidified her strength. no use in worrying about what was out in the woods any longer - she had become the thing to fear.

wide eyes peer up at omen. she had met witches before - timothy included - but he seemed older somehow. perhaps not as old or powerful as the baba yaga but something about him felt settled. "what are you ruled by?" she asked.

[seirenwept]

@unbelong​​

              the  skies  had  soured  into  a  grey.  she  watched  the  droplets  of  water  fall  slowly  from  the  sky  and  dot  the  surface  of  the  ocean.  there’s  a  hum  on  her  lips  when  she  spots  someone  in  the  distance.  melody  can’t  quite  make  them  out,    what  catches  her  eye  is  the  movement  of  the  figures  shoulders.  indicative  of  a  shiver  or  a  sob  she  walks  closer.  she  shrugged  off  her  cloak  before  offering  it  to  the  other.  “  it’s  about  to  storm.  i  lived  just  right  up  the  road  -  might  i  offer  you  someplace  warm  to  dry  off  ?  ”

[desafia]

@unbelong​ warren sent: [  FOLLOW ] for sender to find receiver at the end of a trail of blood. 

              the floor is cold.  everything is cold.  the blood stains on her hands have long since dried and is now as frigid as the corpse before her,  still tied to a chair.  she doesn’t regret it.  she does not hold remorse for any of the clients she has slain and she never will.  but it does not mend the loneliness,  or the ache,  or the sting of loss still fresh upon her heart.  sitting upon the ground,  surrounded by a pools of blood and shredded entrails,  she hugs her knees a little closer to her chest.  there are so many more to kill.  her list seems never-ending.  then again,  so is corruption and greed and all the horrible things which have made her into this.  

magnolia does not immediately make any acknowledgement when she senses the familiar spirit there.  but she knows he is.  she is not surprised by it.  when death surrounds her,  he often soon follows.  it is just the nature of things.  ❝  here.  for him?  ❞  her voice is melancholic and soft.  the words rest between an inquiry and an observation.  he is clearly not here for her soul.  he never is.  maybe he never will be.  tilting her head to the side,  she rests her cheek atop a knee before letting her eyes wander up towards warren.  she wishes it were her trail of blood spreading across the floor,  leading to her body,  leading to chilled flesh she wishes to be freed from so desperately.  she draws in a breath before releasing it in a sigh.  maybe when it’s finally her turn,  he won’t even be there.  maybe her death transition will be just like her life.  alone.  forgotten.  unimportant.  her brows furrow and her features harden slightly,  refusing to look at the man she has just murdered even as she speaks of him.  she refuses to acknowledge his ghost is even there.  ❝  h-he.  des-d-deserves.  hell.  ❞

[brainwrangler-moved]

/ / @unbelong​ gets a second starter bc ily 

FINGERS    NERVOUSLY    FIDDLE    ,    ,            while    brown    hues    looked    upwards    towards    the    other    (    ruby    is    going    to    be    very    upset    )    -    she    had    told    her    to    stay    away    from    here    but    something    about    standing    at    the    edge    of    it    MADE    HER    HEART    RACE    ,    ,    so    catch    breath    in    lungs    and    speak    as    well    as    lips    can    ,    ,    ❝    i    brought    you    something    ❞    recall    being    here    before    ,    ,    find    her    form    stood    in    the    same    spot    -    hands    moving    the    same    way    as    she    had    introduced    herself    -    (    why    come    back    ?    ?    )        fiddling    fingers    pat    around    pockets    before    pulling    out    a    simple    rainbow    set    of    watercolor    paints    (    it    comes    with    a    brush    !    !    )    read    packaging-    -    short    arms    hold    out    towards    the    other    ❝    my    mama    got    me    these    but    ...    i    think    you    could    use    them    more    ❞

[frightes-arch]

@unbelong​       ↴​

                 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑​

            𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒   𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃   𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃   𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓   𝐈𝐍   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃   𝐎𝐅   𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄,   𝐁𝐔𝐓   𝐇𝐄   𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓.   nothing   about   the   sounds   of   joyous   vampires   in   search   of   their   high   warms   his   bones.   in   fact   it   grates   on   him.   all   their   happiness   seems   to   pale   in   comparison   to   the   margin   of   feeling   he   has   left.   he   trudges   through   the   door,   bowing   his   head   as   to   not   hit   the   frame.   thaddeus   slips   over   to   the   bar   seating,   effectively   limiting   his   view   of   the   other   activities   happening   around   him.   he   licks   his   lips   before   looking   up   at   the   woman   behind   the   bar.   he   can’t   quite   seem   to   meet   her   gaze   but   he   asks,   “   can   i   just   have   something   to   drink   ?   ”   hands   clasp   together,   as   if   that   will   help   to   shrink   his   shoulders.   “   the   cheapest   you   have.   ”

[pyreshegone]

they get his voicemail the first time they call and livvy wants to cry. she refuses to cry. she’s sure they’d love it if she’d cry. as is, she sounds small and terrified on the message they make her leave him; someone actually has to tell her to speak up in a harsh voice. but the message is loud and clear regardless.

                           “ barry, i’m scared. ”

the time and place of everything is a blur that she can hardly make sense of throughout her terror, but she knows when he shows up. he’s too dumb and cares too much despite himself to just leave her there. and the worst part? they all know it.

livvy stiffens in the chair she’s taped to when the door opens, but it’s not because of barry; it’s because of the knife against her cheek.

“ barry- ”

@unbelong​

[meddled]

 @unbelong​   //    starter call.

                    there  was  a  hesitancy  as  cindy  entered  the  insect  cabin.  big  eyes  peer  around  before  deciding  that  the  spot  just  inside  the  door  was  safe.  the  escape  artist  that  was  the  snake  was  on  the  loose.  cindy  had  already  taken  on  the  duty  of  cleaning  the  latrines,  and  talking  to  the  police  about  nurse  lane,  so  the  snake  problem  had  been  handed  off  to  teddy.  she  chewed  on  her  bottom  lip,  standing  on  her  tip  toes.  “  did  you  find  jerry  yet  ?  i’d  like  to  have  him  secure  before  the  color  war.  ”