#visionsaw

[nofable]

​misty is by her side in the flash of a second,    desperate hands reaching out to grip at lottie’s shoulders...      the damp dirt digs into their knees,   criss - crosses of grass staining their jeans   [   shoot!    misty would have to wash their clothes later   --   she made a mental note on how to be useful even while her hands are scrabbling to pull lottie up from the floor   ].       ‘      lottie?    lottie?     my goodness,    you’re really sick,   lottie,   you must have hit your head so hard.       ’       misty’s smile is a faint flash that hides itself quickly.     A SECRETIVE LITTLE EXPRESSION:     her arms circle around lottie’s shoulders,   forcing comfort with a chilly coo,  coo,  coo.        ‘       did you faint?     you should make sure you’re eating enough iron,  lottie...      or were you having a...       one of your little moments?       ’      vulture curiosity comes as misty strokes her hands along lottie’s spine,       small and dry and vulture - like.

@visionsaw

[dontcallmeflex-a]

@visionsaw​​​​  ♥ this post for a starter

"none   of   you   knew   shit   about   him."   travis   insisted.   lottie   was   only   trying   to   be   nice   to   him.   relate   and   find   some   kind   of   common   ground   since   they   were   all   stuck   in   this   shit   together.   but   bringing   up   his   dead   father   wasn't   the   way   to   do   it.   for   some   reason   he   just   couldn't   seem   to   accept   any   kind   sentiments   when   it   came   from   these   girls.   aside   from   nat.   and   even   that   depended   on   his   mood.   he   was   just   determined   to   brood   and   be   and   be   an   asshole   as   much   as   he   possibly   could.   he   wasn't   even   supposed   to   be   here   and   if   it   weren't   for   that   dead   prick   that   lottie   had   just   referred   to   as   a   nice   guy,   he   wouldn't   be.   neither   would   javi.   the   kid   was   a   naïve   dumbass   but   it   wasn’t   his   fault.   he   still   didn't   deserve   this.   "he   was   an   abusive   dick   who   preferred   to   use   fists   instead   of   words."   normally   travis   wouldn’t   volunteer   this   information.   but   what   was   the   use   in   keeping   dirty   secrets   now.   they’d   festered   in   him   long   enough.   he   wasn't   going   to   sugarcoat   it   for   lottie.   travis   didn't   owe   her   anything.   his   father   didn't   deserve   his   team   to   remember   him   for   what   they   thought   he   was   and   he   wasn't   going   to   let   any   of   them   have   that   luxury.   “funny   that   he   encouraged   all   you    assholes   when   he   never   had   one   encouraging   word   to   say   at   home.”

[guiltedfaith]

lips parted, but nothing came out. how did laura lee even begin to tell lottie that they’d always doing anything for her? scared those confessions would be falling on unwanting ears had always made laura lee keep to them to themself. “you don’t need to thank me. i just want to, i don’t know, be there and help you. support you. it’s what friends are for, right?” there was an accidental inflection on friends, one they hoped lottie didn’t pick up on. “you’re really important to me, so i’d keep doing anything to keep you happy, or at least happier, thanks or no thanks. i want you to know that.” it was true that they didn’t need a thanks to tell them to keep it up, but what they didn’t say was so much louder than what they did let themself say. 

    " i am grateful, you know. for everything you've ever done for me... i notice. and i see you. and i've never thanked you properly before, so... thank you. "   /   @visionsaw​

[encntada]

@visionsaw​   ａｓｋｅｄ    ❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse   ╱    𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄   ╱   ACCEPTING !

lottie  seemed  to  develop  an  intoxicating  way  about  her  the  longer  the  team  spent  in  the  wilderness.  with  her  eerie  words  and  knowing  stare,  one  by  one  everyone  had  fallen  under  her  influence.  all  the  while,  wendy  was  still  trying  to  make  sense  of  all  that’s  happened  in  just  the  past  few  days;  misty  drugging  them  all  then  admitting  to  having  only  wanted  to  drug  her  brother,  whatever  happened  while  they  were  under  the  influence  of  said  drugs,  and  jackie’s  death.  wendy  stands  beside  lottie  leaning  against  one  of  the  posts  holding  up  the  cabin’s  porch.  tilting  her  head,  she  watches  her…  suspiciously ?  was  she  suspicious ?  the  situation  with  jackie  had  left  her  undeniably  shaken.  why  didn’t  one  of  them  stop  her ?  why  didn’t  one  of  them  go  outside  and  bring  her  back  in ?  why  did  it  matter  that  she  didn’t  say  that  stupid  prayer ?  would  they  all  rather  their  team  captain  freeze  to  death  than  talk  about  what  happened  during  doomcoming ?  and  now  there  was  this  strange  sense  of  anticipation  hanging  around  the  cabin  as  the  cult  of  lottie  matthews  grew.  after  much  thought,  wendy’s  lips  part  to  speak  but  lottie’s  raised  finger  renders  her  silent.  the  bushes  rustle  in  the  silence  and  suddenly  a  rabbit  appears,  stares  at  them  before  bounding  away.  “  you're  uh...  really  thriving  out  here,  huh ?  ”  

[irreparabilesa]

      ❝  that’s  it?  ❞  the  words  echo  in  her  mind  and  fatin  has  to  hold  herself  back  from  losing  it  on  the  other  girl.  ❝  that’s  fucking  it?  are  you  kidding  me  right  now?  ❞  she  is  exhausted  and  so  close  to  giving  up  but  she  is  not  going  to  let  that  wannabe  bride  of  jesus  talk  down  on  them  like  that.  ❝  these  are  some  of  the  strongest  and  most  courageous  women  i’ve  ever  met.  we’ve  been  out  here  longer  than  you  have  and  i  dare  say  we’ve  been  through  fucking  worse.  so  you  might  want  to  shut  your  mouth  before  offending  me  and  my  friends  like  that.  oh,  and  by  the  way?  your  bangs  are  so  90s.  ❞

@visionsaw​​  sent  a  meme  :  accepting.

[vhsgltch]

“i kind of feel closer to you than i do anyone in the world.”  /  @visionsaw​

there was the hint of a smile at her lips, she’d always seen the best in everyone but it was just that much easier with lottie. always nice to her, kind and accepting of her quirks that everyone grew tired of quickly, she was drawn to her. eyes soft as she let her gaze linger on her face, sometimes it was as if the world fell away and it was just the two of them. “you’re my best friend.” she spoke finally, though there was weight behind her words. “you’re the sun, and my favourite person.”

[honeyd3wd]

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hands  go  up  in  a  gesture  of  surrender.  he  doesn’t  mean  any  harm,  he’d  just  chosen  this  particular  corner  to  do  a  little  busking  in  hopes  of  making  a  little  cash.        “hey  now,  didn’t  mean  any  harm  by  it.  i’ll  get  out’ve  your  hair,  but  only  ‘cos  y’ask  so  nicely.”      a  flash  of  white  teeth  and  he  combs  fingers  through  dark  tresses  to  get  them  out  of  his  face.        “any  idea  where  i  can  grab  a  bite  around  here?  y’look  very..  local.”        /        @visionsaw

[vhsgltch]

                ‘did you see her eyes? there was something in there, something wrong.’  /  @visionsaw​     

cindy swallowed, lips forming a straight line as she looked over at lottie. she wanted to keep up the facade of this smart, practical, realistic person but there was only so much a person could witness before it all started to crack and they had to accept the reality. “do -- do you think real people are capable of being evil? like, people we know, is that what it is? i want to believe we’re all good, but,” she paused, glancing around them. “i don’t know if i can anymore.”