* 01.

all we'll demand is the world.

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* batomos.

unrightfully so, thin brows remain knit, offering the blue-clad soul before him nothing but a distasteful glare. they seem kind, nonchalant at the very least. if only he could eye the tone of their garment without feeling blood ‘pon his skin, ache in his bones.

he scoffs, breaking eye contact in order to look to his side. perhaps trying to keep his cool.

      “ —try somethin, you’ll regret it. jus’ keep ‘dat in mind. “

      ❝ step off,   before you make a mistake. ❞      tone is grave,  responded to quickly;   face is intolerant.     you don’t want to fight this,  their expression reads,  you don’t want this to get ugly.    hands loosely clench as fists,  then relax,  then clench again. something in the back of their mind told them,  engage this fight !    he has no right to be so sure. 

     ❝ i don’t hurt people as long as they don’t hurt me,  directly or indirectly.    & for your sake,  you better hope you don’t hurt me. ❞      not in any way meaning to sound threatening,  more as a promise,  because whatever they receive,  they will deliver.    so go on,  bare your teeth at me,  get mad !    you will see all the same.

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* cinderspewed.

                            ❝ You’re not LOST? Hmm… Do you WANNA be~? ❞ The question is actually innocent, despite his ANARCHIC aura. Although this attitude is unstable, he finds entertainment in the UNCONVENTIONAL. While he found his solace in cinders, it seemed a new work of art attracted his attention. Most know to run from FIRE, but these flames brought moths. He saw himself as one as well… Might as well mingle with those who seek SANCTUARY in what smolders. ❝ The night’s still YOUNG, yeah~. ❞

      brow beating,  they weren’t so sure what he was on about,  but they didn’t take what was just said to them very lightly.     ❝ no ,  i just came to make sure no one got hurt . ❞       he was a punk,  for sure,  someone who was sure to wind up hurt or worse by setting off these cataclysmic monstrosities.     though maybe he’s done this before,  maybe he knows what he’s doing.     fingers rake at the long sleeves of their work uniform, he makes them antsy.     ❝ ... what’s your name ?    i’m beatrice.     everyone calls me bea,  though. ❞

[purifyr]

                                             * STAY IN YOUR COMA.

[vioviolence-blog]

APPARENTLY, the first million times havent been enough for this pedophile apologist transphobe ass to stop appearing on my fucking dashboard, so let’s try again! all of these caps / all of this information is already publicly available on problematicdirectory. my repetition is for posterity because apparently y’all forgot? WARNINGS FOR MENTIONS OF RAPE AND MOLESTATION, AS WELL AS SIMULATED CP.

@affctueuse : i wanna start with this, because this is possibly the scummiest fucking thing about you.

Keep reading

[purifyr]

                                             * STAY IN YOUR COMA.

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* ttaube.

     hallelujah! Delighted is she, overcome with a bloodthirsty——yield euphoria; a sashay in her step as she cavorts ‘round the infirmary, pausing to coo and gesture affectionately toward her flock, all nestled comfortably in the nooks and crannies abound. Heels stand attention 'cross the room, presented before various blueprints hung aloft, decorated akin to shrine. Suddenly, Medic stops and grins, canines glistening 'neath the fluorescent lights above. Someone else has accompanied her.

  ❛ You’re just in time, Schädling! ❜ Medic does not regard interlopers above the norm, regardless of her elation. ❛ I’ve finally ameliorated zhe aim of my Blutsauger! Come —— look! ❜ Cue a needle, size akin to a dagger, sailing 'cross the infirmary, its arch lopsided, yet intent 'pon target. The pinpoint impales itself through the eye of a fresh corpse clad in handsome attire: a custom——tailored Louis Crabbemarché blazer, navy in hue. Blood blossoms ‘round the limp body, crucified to the wall, suggesting multiple failures.

  Medic pivots 'round, eyes alight via a wild frenzy. ❛ Isn’t zhat somezhing!? ❜

      the name they’re given is not familiar to them ,   nor do they take the term lightly ,   as it sounds insulting the way it rolls off her tongue .     call them a bit eager for what she has to reveal ,   however   —  well ,   at least up until syringe is embedded in the organic mass of a dead body ,   to which they properly cringe .     a hand comes up ,   unconsciously ,   to feel their own two peepers ,   as such a sight is sure to leave them only a tad bit paranoid . 

      ❝ uh ,❞       words fled them for but a moment or two ,   leaving an urgency to say something soon ,   ‘lest they look like some sort of fool .       ❝ it um ,   it sure is .    quite the spectacle . ❞      what a card ,   this one .     would this really be the type of crowd he will be rolling with ?     such a perfectly good infirmary goes to waste with such barbaric practices .     surely ,   he wasn’t seriously going to be working here .     he was too refined a man ... or so they thought .     so they hoped .

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a random fact while i going through ideas for bea.

bea was originally abducted by aliens at a young age, spliced with alien dna & dropped back off on earth. they were presumably left to die, as by the end of the experimentation they were barely breathing. but they were discovered by a single doctor who does his best to nurse them back to health.  

i was actually going to use this idea, but thought that a more man made approach would be better & just as science fiction. i still might actually might make a verse for bea that pertains to this idea because i think it’s just as interesting.

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     ❝ don’t look at me like that . ❞    like they are the devil ,   something to be ogled at  ;  a look that actually seemed to follow them everywhere they went ,   for some reason or another .      ❝ it’s because of my clothes ,   isn’t it ?     trust me ,   if i wanted to fight you ,   i would’ve done it by now .      ❞ voice is low , menacing in some sense   /   an empty growl of the wolf ,   promising violence should they feel threatened . 

      they still couldn’t believe he took up a job here .     where people would learn to hate other people simply for the color of their clothes .     they hoped it wouldn’t change their father’s view on them — he knew their favorite color has  &  always will be blue .       * @batomos. sc.

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      wandering throughout this place ,   they came up short .     nothing was of immediate interest .     why did he insist on taking the job ?    maybe he had free time ,   or maybe mann co. had been watching him for a while .     maybe they could use an innovative man like him ,   who didn’t ?     they thought he was pretty great ,   any ways. 

      aimless dawdling came to a halt when they made it to the entrance of a med - bay .     it smelled clean  —  they were always a fan of sterile environments   ( * you grew up in such a place ,   of course you were ) .     hands fidget with the bottom of blue sleeveless shirt ,   making their way inside with a slight wonder for what kind of things must go on here .     this must be the type of place he’ll be working in .     color them impressed .      * @ttaube.

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*

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hey hey uhhh who wants to talk pre - established relationships ??

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     today had been quite the day ,   the sun was setting .     not only did they have to deal with rude ,   unpleasant customers ,   but they had also spilled coffee on their work blouse ,   a white button up .     so now they would have to bleach it .     the drive home couldn’t have been longer  ;  today just didn’t feel like their day . 

     pulling into the driveway of their apartment complex ,   they couldn’t help but notice someone meandering around outside the apartments .     the grip on the steering wheel tightened for a moment ,   only for them to hesitantly get out of their car  &  close the door as quietly as possible .     teeth gnashed together ,   their throat felt tight ,   they felt as if getting out of the car may have been a mistake .       * @viralmass. sc.

[telekintics-blog]

new starter call. mutuals only, no cap !

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even though bea identifies as nonbinary, they don’t really mind feminine pronouns & they themselves will even call themselves the “daughter” of dr. little, just to make things easier for everyone else. they will understand if people are confused about their identity & will gladly accept she / her / hers as pronouns should people find it easier.

[spaacemusings]

                                      because i have known despair                                                   i value hope

                                      because i have tasted frustration                                                i value fulfillment 

                                        because i have been lonely                                                   i value love

[telekintics-blog]

VARIOUS HABITS / QUIRKS BEA HAS. ( pt. 1 / ? )

they have an odd way of holding utensils when they eat, so odd in fact some times they cannot properly cut into meat without straining their wrists & or fingers.  

some times they forget to trim their nails, leading to naturally long & rounded fingernails. 

they comb their fingers through their hair every now & then, especially if it feels as if it’s messy. 

they put on jeans & pants while standing up. 

some times if they’re stressed, they might start biting their nails. 

they’ll rock back & forth on the feet if they’re trying to pass the time. 

some times they’ll lose their balance for a moment, usually when they’re walking, & stumble a little bit.  

the response to the name bea is just fine, but when they hear their complete first name, beatrice, they instantly associate it with negativity, as their father only ever called them beatrice when they had done something wrong. 

they’ve gotten so use to their hair covering one side of their face, that they can rarely be seen with it showing the full of their face. the only time they ever wear their hair any differently is when they work, where their hair is then put into a loose ponytail. 

they walk in a straight line almost all the time.  

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* cinderspewed.

                             ❝ Hmmm?❞ He’s surprised to hear this voice over the sound of SLAUGHTER. Wails hit the wind and carry over to his ear, filling senses with another person’s PANIC. Somehow their body didn’t blend in with the BLAST and for some reason, they seemed unfazed by the FORCE. His blast ushered a breeze strong enough to shake even the MOST sturdy… But it seems their curiosity prevails. Before he can comment, he makes a mental note about the strangers appearance. Aspects of their entirety resembled features of his OWN; he appreciated that aesthetic. ❝ Enjoying the show, yeah~. You’re MISSIN’ out; the things I saw and heard-… AW MAN, it was just too fuckin’ good… You LOST, huh~? ❞

      so he was the one setting off the explosions ?     for some reason ,   that didn’t seem to surprise them .     there were some pretty powerful blasts ,   for sure ,   they’d give him that .     of course ,   they couldn’t help but feel concerned for him .     was he well ,   mentally ?    arms come to loosely cross at their chest ,   eyebrows knitting together . ❝ no ,   i’m not lost ,   actually .     i was heading home when i heard all the ruckus out here . ❞     now they were notably more careful ,   bea wasn’t sure how much longer they’d stay  —  they were already worried that their safety had been compromised by this encounter alone .