#wyrding

[coastalcanary]

Starter for: @wyrding

“Blond- no, black! No-! Brown!”

Five was blatantly guessing at this point, legs swinging idly as she make binoculars with her hands. Pretending to focus in on Mono, she closed her eyes and hummed.

She’d been trying to picture his face for the past couple minutes, exerting a great deal of restraint to not just tip the bag up and take a peek.

Eyes shooting open, she held her hands up.

“Brown, your hair is brown!”

[gglitcha]

@wyrding​   replied   to   your   post  :   mono   vc:   i   knew   glitch   and   i   were   besties   :)

“   oh ,   p  p p p p   l  e  a  s  e  .   aren’t   you   and   six   s’posed   to   be   quote   unquote   ‘   besties ,   ’   bagboy  ?   far   be   it   from   me   to   come   between   such   a   dynamic   duo  .   ”   GLOWERS  .

[catncore]

❛ Now I have to actually face the fact that I sat down and spent time doing this. ❜ // from neku!

❝  yer desire to wanna placate j’s strange obsession with TIN PIN makes you a much stronger man than i am.   ❞     the barista doesn’t understand it- this obsession that joshua has for this obscure game. the barista won’t complain too much, it’s good cash money but the actual game attached? no. he didn’t want to entertain how obnoxious it was. 

❝   he tried talkin’ about his weird tin pin anime show with me one time, an’ i honest to god thought he was speakin’ in tongues. was about this close to believin’ that i was gonna have to do an exorcism to get him to stop talking.   ❞    /    @wyrding

[coastalcanary]

“where does it hurt?” from mono for the pretender!

Huffing, she simply shoved her hand in the boy’s direction. There were four punctures in her palm, the origins rather clear due to the reddish tint left on her claw-like fingernails.

Keeping a temper as volitle as her own undercheck was hard work, it’s not like she had anything expendable to take that anger out on. Head having turned from the boy, she refused to speak a word.

[coastalcanary]

mono looks at missy, fingers twisting in the cuffs of his jacket. " i. i'm not sure what you want me to do here? "

“I want you to sit down.”

Missy put her hands on his shoulders, all but shoving him into the worn throw pillow she’d scavenged.

“And then—”

Taking a seat on her own pillow, she nudged the chipped teacup in his direction. It was definitely larger than the one she was accustomed to, everything in her little set up taken from the now vacant city buildings.

She did not go through all this trouble just for him to refuse. Arms crossed, she gestured towards the cup.

“—I want you to drink.”

[coastalcanary]

[from mono, to missy] have you tried-- not killing people?

Tea sipping stops.

“Pardon?”

[hungerun-a]

🤝 fr mono, obvsies !!

@wyrding // send 🤝 to hold my muse’s hand

sat upon a roof's cracking edge, the two children watch as the mal -formed city struggles to function, to breathe. the tower, ever present, looms in the distance, it's blinking light reflecting in single six's eye. 🔥‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

six let's out a sigh, one she hadn't realized she'd been holding, just quietly taking in the scenery--or what's left of it, anyway. fallen bodies decorate the otherwise empty streets, there's a light buzz, the static of old TVs, a light breeze cards through hair, clothes.🔥‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

quietly, she takes the other child's hand in her own, interwinding their fingers together, a silent gesture of care, something she can't quite express otherwise. but still, she tries. so, she says--🔥‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

" it's, uh... pretty out here, at least, right? " (i care about you, so much.) 🔥 ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

[threadus]

     ch..n..ey . . . a..nth..ny! w..keup . . . pl..sepleaseplea..beok..ay . . . st..ywi..th..m . . .

    STAY WITH IT, ANTHONY. 

    yo..ucou..ldve..k..lled..h..m! y..ouh..ve..t..h..lphimhelphimhelphimkilledhimkilledhimkilledhimkilled

    voices echoing around you. in these woods, it’s impossible to tell where they’re coming from. 

    where am i? ( you know exactly where you are. )

    YOU’VE ALWAYS BEEN LIKE THIS, Y’KNOW. SO DAMN SERIOUS.

    s..aaaaam! s..to..y..rhu..rti..n..h..im!

    you were alive, once. anxious and messy and desperate for something bigger than you to make you whole again, but god, you were completely and painfully 

    ONE OF THESE DAYS,

    alive.

    w..ke..up..ant..ho..n..y . . . p..l..e . . .

    but now, everything is so

    YOU’RE GONNA WORRY YOURSELF TO DEATH.

    cold.

    a sharp inhale as dead man walking is reanimated once more. dull eyes snap open, and anthony is greeted not by trees, but by the cracked garage ceiling. dim light filters in through the singular grimy window, casting shadows across the pathetic excuse for a ‘bedroom’. vision blurs at the edges as he sits up, a spark crawling up his spine and blooming at the base of his skull. gaze falls to the bloodied bandages on his arm, and he remembers 

breakitbreakitsmashitbreakitdownsmashitdestroydestroydestroydestroyd e s tr o yd e s trrrrrrrr

#WYRDING SAID: s ta  y  w ith  m e,  an t h on y. . . 

    nothing.

    a sharp chillllllllchillcoldcoldcoldcold as his feet hit the floor. he has half the mind to lay back down, but davey’s voice on the other side of the curtain is 

    YOU USED HIM! YOU COULD HAVE DESTROYED HIM! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE BETTER THAN THIS, SAM!

    rising steadily with his temper. when davey gets like this, you’re the only one who can get him to 

    ' STOP. '