#vcrtigoes

[brazaesthetic]

[pyreshegone]

cute: livvy having a key to mike’s flat so she can go hang out there and be a kid for a little bit bc if the cult so much as looks in his direction he can and will take away their oxygen privileges

less cute: mike forgetting livvy is there and showing up covered in blood after popping someone like a zit bc he’s a small and terrible horror show

[twistingdeception]

@vcrtigoes |  sc.

     Tʜᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ scheme is definitely lacking. It's like someone took the world and put it on greyscale, and frankly, even just looking at it makes her as uncomfortable as it most likely does to anyone that spends too long trying to pick her form aside, what with the ever shifting limbs and the colors in her hair and the swirls beneath her skin and the thousand not-quite-right features; not in the bold uncanny valley sense any Stranger would bear but very obviously wrong and just making most minds slip right off of her. Despite everything, it made it very hard to remember her exactly (make you question your memory, make you wonder if you dreamed the whole encounter).

     There's a faint rest of the person there was that appreciates the cutout, and the view, and calculates briefly, automatically on auto pilot what some place like this would sell for. Of course, no such thing here. That's not why she's here.

     (Why is she here? It's not like she's been invited in, after all.)

     " — sparse. Minimalism, much?"

[escapistdesign]

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[killedfirst]

@vcrtigoes​ asked : “ you really have no idea what you’re doing, do you? ”

     her      heart      skips      slightly,                     the    twinge    of    fear    almost    a    reflex    than    anything    she    could    think    of.    she    was      use      to    be    scared    at    this    point           -           use    to    being      terrified      of    the    people    listed    in    these    statements,    terrified    of    the      world      and    its    turning    and    shaping    itself    around    her    to    something      new      and      not      good.      but    it    was    just    as    much    of    a    reflex    to    steady    herself,    to    take    that      deep      breath      she    needed    and    straighten    back    up.           ❛           honestly    ?    no.      no      idea.      but    i    know    enough    to    understand    i    don’t    have    to    be    scared    of    you    if    i    don’t    want    to.    i    just    want    to      talk.           ❜

[eyenoir-a]

❝ do you not get what “done talking” means ? ❞

                     “ nah, sorry i must have missed class that day. ”   words drip with sarcasm, it’s not a slip of the tongue really, he just doesn’t try to stop the response as it leaves his lips, doesn’t filter it. deciding that polite professionalism might be too much of an effort for today.   juno shrugs rather carelessly. it isn’t a personal dig by any means, he just doesn’t see the point in giving the extra effort if he’s going to be shot down anyway.   “ let me take a guess, something along the lines of shut the hell up, and piss off, right ? ”    he hums.    “ am i close ? ”

*    ⟢  @vcrtigoes​︱ accepting .

[moldecayarc]

@vcrtigoes​ said:   “I’m sorry if I scared you.”   //   terrible first meeting,  accepting.

          he should have been prepared for his appearance,  the stench of ozone filling his nostrils seconds prior.   attention was solely directed at the few scanned pages of a leitner he had scrounged up in the back corners of a research site.   practically illegible due to the image quality but still a lead.   one of the few ethan had actually found.   it was the sudden touch on his back that startled him,  knee shooting up and banging the underside of the desk.   a curse escapes his lips as he fumbles for the penknife sitting next to the laptop,  finally turning to the familiar face.   “  you could have just said hello.  ”   briefly pinching the bridge of his nose,  he shuts the laptop before facing mike properly.   left hand presses flat against the desk to disguise the slight tremor,  fingers tensing and relaxing.   after a moment of silence between them,  ethan pipes up,  “  something you need?  ”

[burnedshea]

Mike’s home is always so much nicer than Agnes’. Or maybe it was just because Mike’s home felt more like a home than Agnes’. Less like a shrine and less ... clinical. She’s seated on the chair she usually picks -- and she sometimes wonders if it’s just there for her -- metal and heavy -- not likely to scorch under her like standard wood does. Mike is a lot like a brother, in many ways. Agnes never had siblings, and she kept her distance from the others at the home for her own reasons. So, Mike filled that void. The need for a friend and confidante and someone who could appreciate her without the fact she was the ‘Messiah’ getting in the way. Just like movies.

She stirs her coffee with a long finger, keeping it incredibly warm, but hardly noticing it. “I found a really cool audio book about the history of parachutes the other day...” She remarked, softly, but with a smile on her lips, “Rather interesting, all things considered. What makes a parachute and parachute and the physics behind it.”

@vcrtigoes