the great gig in the sky.

i wear this crown of thorns upon my liar's chair - full of broken thoughts that i cannot repair. beneath the stains of time, the feelings disappear. you are someone else. i am still right here.

[therealfluke]

🎼

send me 🎼 for a song that represents our muses relationship !

fever dream – iron & wine.

[exsomniis]

mender-emilia‌:

Send me 🎼 for a song that represents our muses relationship!

[beefandcorn]

are you worried

About what? But yeah

[mysterymeat6649127739816]

why is everything so hard but not actually that hard just i cant do it

[therealfluke]

blvirambrosio‌:

that was the thing about beaver creek wasn’t it? everyone knew each other and there were little to no secrets, you all grew up together, went to school together. the manor threw them in this together. you just had to hope you got along. that was another thing, if no one ever came and went, then you went through Big Life Moments with people you already knew. the first time you learn how to ride a bike is witness by your parents and your neighbors, your first middle school dance is witness by your mom and her friends who’s kids are also at this dance, your first significant other gets blasted around school and around town even faster. every person carried a sense of familiarity with them. 

so when she saw levi, her first boyfriend levi, the one person that despite having gone off and married someone else she could never quite shake that connection with, she couldn’t help but smile at him, a surprising amount of comfort felt from seeing his face. how had it been nearly ten years since she had last spoken to him sweetly? the soft nickname of ‘love’ still sitting at the back of her tongue when she saw him. her eyes drifted down to the turtle in his hands, her brows furrowing in confusion. “i- hi,” she looked back up at him, smile still present, until he made an obscure literature reference. “are… are you talking about romeo and juliet? and i’m sorry are you walking a turtle?” 

“ i... think. that’s, uh, that’s the one with the, like... two families who hate each other, right ? ” all he really knew about whatever it was that he had just referenced was that it was a shakespeare play, and given that ‘romeo and juliet’ was forced upon everyone from the second they hit middle school up until they graduated, he assumed that was the one he was talking about. it would make sense, right ? it was nearing valentine’s day, there was that whole thing in the back of his head about talking to his first girlfriend – all of that good stuff ! looking down to the turtle in his hands ( the one that still had a red leash tied around its abdomen ), it took him a second to realize... there was no saving this situation. he had to embrace the third wheel. “ yeah – yeah, this is, uh... this is... ” looking at the turtle again, he furrowed his eyebrows and continued, “ i actually... don’t really know. his name changes... a lot. ”

[therealfluke]

redremys‌:

a wide smile swept across remy’s features watching levi react to the dog. jayce was well trained, and his best friend. above gabriel, though he’d never know that. so when the other extended his hand she was quick to mirror the action and shake. “she can dance, and play dead too.” he said proudly. one hand held out to levi, “it’s nice to see you man, how have you been?” beside him bounced baby, the blue pit who was far too rambunctious to just let off her leash as he did with jayce, and as he grew closer that just became more clear as the pup began jumping all over her sister. “you know, they say get dogs, they’ll be great companions, but this one just loves to make me look a whole fool. I swear she’s trained, just… hype.”

to say levi was pleasantly surprised when the dog – jay – returned his handshake would be the understatement of the century. “ what an excellent grip you have ! ” he remarked, mirroring the weird compliments he’d hear the occasional offer to another. upon hearing remy elaborate on what she could do, he scratched her head and said, “ not even i, a human, can dance. you have such amazing skills, jay ! ” breaking out of the dog voice to speak to remy, but continuing to scratch her head, he replied, “ i’ve, y’know, i’ve been well. ” reciprocation ! “ you ? ” moving his hand away when the other dog began playing ( right ? ) with jay, so as not to get it mangled, he watched on with a smile. “ turtles. ” one word... but it held so much power ! “ what’s, uh – what’s her name ? ” he asked, pointing to the nice pit who’d interrupted the love fest.

[therealfluke]

@blvirambrosio​

the innocence of youth, that feeling of infinity – a child, a teen, you are infinite; a twenty-seven-year-old just now getting so much as starting to find a path – you are inevitable. the weight of recognized inevitability – the weight of ‘i have to do this before my inevitable demise’ – was a load. the good thing ? levi wasn’t alone in this recognized inevitability. the bad thing ? as with everyone, it still felt like it. 

but seeing that callback, that reminder of the days that were, that weight grew a bit lighter. he was still finite, he was not the man she’d loved ( or he liked to think she’d loved him, as much as a high-schooler can ), but how he strived to make that man even better some day. 

now, the thing about being a turtle man ? they don’t walk very fast. they also almost get stepped on a lot ( which is always very worrisome )... but, in this case – yes, they just don’t walk very fast. picking his little friend up, he walked, just about as slowly, over to her. although he was not a natural conversationalist, not even in the twilight zone, something was compelling him to just... speak. “ hey blair, ” he greeted, so as not to startle. now, if his turtle could just tell him what to say next... “ how are your, uh – how’s your class doing ? ” boring. “ any, y’know, at risk teens who can only be put on the right path by falling in love then, y’know, committing a double suicide ? ” ... perhaps one out of three ‘books’ he remembered from high school.

[therealfluke]

redremys‌:

open twilight zone starter, @manorstart​

remy, baby and jayce were on a walk through town. it wasn’t rare to find him with the dogs, or walking, but it was mid day, and he had been working on the school’s spring play. one of the kids requested some kind of movie called high school musical, he didn’t know anything about it, and finding the script was harder than he anticipated. but now as he walked down toward the cafe he held the papers in his hands, reading through the lines, trying to decide how to approach. suddenly, though, as he walked he noticed jayce, the german shepard, began pulling away from him toward one of the residents. “ohp, what’s up jay, d’you see your friend?” he mused, looking up to look at them before leaning down and gripping the edge of the leash. “heads up, here she comes to say hi.”

let one thing be known: levi is not a cat man. levi is not a dog man. levi is a turtle man. they’re friendly, easy to take care of, and they move just about as slowly as he does ! that being said, he had had a big dog as a child – her name was sandy or something very typical – so he had been socialized to get along well with them... so the approaching german shepherd was more than welcomed. picking up on the other calling out the dog’s name, he knelt over to scratch her ears and cooed ( in that higher-pitched dog voice everyone uses ), “ hi, jay ! that is a lovely name you have ! do you like making friends ? ” unsure of whether or not she knew how to shake, he stuck one of his hands out in front of her just in cast and continued in that dog voice, “ well i’m levi and it is a pleasure to meet you ! ”

[therealfluke]

ofabrokengiirl‌:

↬ ━━ a long day at the hospital again meant beng puked on ( by babies and drunks alike ), watching patients’ loved ones cry their eyes out when she has to tell them that they didn’t make it through the night, and overly flirtatious attending physicians who think they can get into her pants by offering to take her out for the night. so, on those rare moments when she gets a break from the hustle and bustle of the day, she always heads to the local coffee shop with a refillable cup and her laptop case with her essentials – including her laptop – at her sides, and she always gets the same thing – a caramel macchiato with three shots of espresso, because damn it, she deserves it. today is one of those days. she sits on the patio outside with a laptop and her coffee order. as she’s just about to open it up, she spots someone sitting across from her at a different table. she gets up from her seat, bringing her laptop over, and plops down in front of them. “ hi, ” she greets with a warm smile, sticking her hand out, “ michelle duval. you look like you could use a friend. i know i do, what with the rough day i’ve had today. let me tell you, being puked on by a baby is one of the things i expected taking this job, but not as often as this past week. it’s even worse to be puked on by a drunk person, y’know? ” she doesn’t mean to rant, but she does anyways.

@manorstart​

get a masters, the internet said, then you can actually get a job in a rehabilitation center, the internet also said, but first you have to get a bachelors, it also said. he didn’t mind the coursework too much, but when it came to statistics ? why, he’d rather blow his own brains out ! not to mention, he was both the oldest ( sure, maybe by just around four years, but it felt like more ) and the worst in his class... oh, the humanity ! tapping a pencil against the table – something he hadn’t done in the past nine years – he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t relieved to hear someone walk his way. an excuse ! looking to the other as she slid in front of him, he shook her hand and greeted, “ levi. ” shouldn’t he make more conversation than that if he wanted his excuse michelle to stay ? oh, lucky day when she made it for him ! and lucky day when he could relate ! “ oh ? i – yeah, i don’t have much experience with, uh, babies, but i have a lot with, y’know, drunk people. ” only taking a beat before realizing how it sounded, he clarified, “ i – i actually don’t, uh, do much or anything, but i... take a lot of people to, like, parties and, y’know, just make sure they don’t drink. doesn’t mean i’m not surrounded, though. ” yes, so much better.

[therealfluke]

hello ! will be signing off early tonight, but if u wld like to plot w/ twilight zone fluke and/or twilight zone isaac, like this and i’ll hit you up tomorrow !

[therealfluke]

INTRODUCING... LEVI FISHER, a man who never secretly cried over a ouija board not responding to him !

born and raised in beaver creek, colorado levi has now spent twenty-seven long, beautiful years in the village. spending the majority of his days working as a sober companion, he lives a blissful life, and never wishes to leave.

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name: levi fisher. age: twenty-seven. career: sober companion, currently working towards a psychology degree.  residence: 123 Street Lane, apt 123 // single-bed apartment. spouse: n/a. children: n/a. pets: a turtle named mike. facts:

triggers: brief mentions of death and drug use

voted least likely to win the lottery.

yes, his parents still died, but it was an actual murder case ( what given that they weren’t living in a huge mansion ). yes, his grandparents still died, but what else is new ?

yes, he was also still an addict. he fell into it to dull down his constant fears, but was brought back to reality after he helplessly watched an old friend of his overdose because he’d dragged them into that world. between that and some familial and platonic intervention, he went to rehab. 

and he went a couple of times, but is now two years clean and feeling good. he wants to help people who were in a place like he was, but he doesn’t have the qualifications yet.

he’s started attending the local college, hoping to earn a bachelors, and eventually a masters (at the very least) in psychology so he can go work his genuine dream job.

until then, he’s taken on the role of a sober companion which... actually makes more money than you’d think. although his role is basically to just keep whoever he’s been hired to keep sober sober, he tries to go further than that and... might get preachy at times, but it’s with the best intentions.

actually has a working phone. never overdosed, therefore never earned the nickname ‘fluke’ ( so going back and typing that next week will be hard to remember haflksd ). siblings are all still alive. would still die for jo, but not in the creepy william faulkner type of way.

luv this for him.

[therealfluke]

hello hello ! apologies for the inactivity over the past couple of days, schedule briefly got strange, but it’s now back to normal and i’ll be on to do replies tomorrow night !

[manorhq]

THE MANORHQ ASK MEME,

Honesty / Meme Monday has begun ! And, I couldn’t go ahead and let this happen without making a meme tailored to things relating to the manor. Feel free to reblog this and send these to anyone in the group, or reblog any other memes you might find! You are more than welcome to cross anything out you don’t feel comfortable with, and there are different options for drabbles, text starters and questions !

& don’t forget to make sure your ask is open with anon on if you’re comfortable !

QUESTIONS.

🏠 What is your favorite room of the manor?

🎧 Name your top three favorite songs.

🎮 Name your favorite video or board game(s).

👻 Have you talked to any of the ghosts? If so, do you have a favorite?

👨‍💼 What are your thoughts on Toni?

💋 Is there anyone here you might be interested in?

📼 Have you listened to the cassette tape?

🔮 Do you believe in dark magic?

😈 Which of the 7 sins are you?

TEXTS.

[ sms ]. I’m starving, are you?

[ sms ]. someone just knocked on my door and no one was there?

[ sms ]. alive count, please respond if you’re still with us.

[ sms ]. can you tell me what you know?

[ sms ]. who is blasting that music?!?!

[ sms ]. ( wrong number / intercepted text ) i’ll have a extra large pizza with pepperoni.

[ sms ]. ( wrong number / intercepted text ) i miss you i hope you’re okay.

[ sms ]. ( wrong number / intercepted text ) I’m gonna cry someone here hasn’t taken a shower in a week and it smells like pits please save me???

PROMPTS / STARTERS.

SUNSET. your muse and my muse are sitting on the back patio, looking out over the sunset and catch a glimpse of Wesley going through his loop.

TUNNELS. your muse and my muse have decided to try walking through the tunnels, discovering every single tunnel leads to another room of the manor.

BORED GAMES. your muse and my muse have discovered a closet full of board games and have decided to sit down and play a round.

MOONLIGHT. your muse and my muse are outside of the manor far past sunset and into the night, and while talking a shadowy figure can be seen walking through the woods. No matter how hard they try, though, they can’t catch up with it.

FOR EVERY __ MY MUSE / I WILL ___

for every 💀 my muse will talk about a deceased relative.

for every 😇 my muse will talk about a role model.

for every ✍ i will write a headcanon.

for every 👀 my muse will reveal a guilty pleasure.

for every 👥 i will write about an npc.

for every 💭 my muse will reveal a thought they’ve had.

[therealfluke]

manorspeaks‌:

open starter,

stood in the center of the livingroom, the temperature of the room grew with warmth. her smile strong as she looked to one of the current residents of her favorite building. “hi there,” she chirped with ease. “i’m surprised this place hasn’t burned down yet, have you been enjoying your stay?” her smile wide as she allowed her body to rest on the couch, though no indent could be seen from what would be her weight.

warmth. warmth, for once not mentioned in that poetic sense, rather in the ‘the room just went up a couple of degrees, but in a nice way, not in a sweltering way’ – that warmth. like the other warmth, he wasn’t necessarily used to literal warmth – hell, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d worn short sleeves... but it was warm, and the warmth was concentrated. and that concentration was a person – or maybe not ? no indent. oh, glorious day ! was he going to meet another ? but why was this one emitting warmth ? weren’t ghosts famously cold ? tilting his head to the side, he took a hot few seconds to formulate a reply that wasn’t ‘wait, are you one of them? you seem familiar with the manor but i have never seen you before what is this?’ “ i – i mean, i can’t, uh... i can’t... complain... ” he just kept staring at that lack of an indent, how annoying !

[therealfluke]

manorspeaks‌:

open starter,

when her body was discovered, imogen felt strangely at peace, but also wildly embarrassed. having avoided the ouija board most of the time after her body was laid to rest. she just couldn’t bare touch the object and speak to them. seeing herself in that condition was striking. even once her sister came onto the property she remained out of the other’s view, it wasn’t until she stood out by her burial plot did she see one of the living. a nervous look over her features as she tried to flash them a smile. “hi,” being the only words she could find.

fluke hadn’t been at the burial itself for long – he didn’t even believe he’d seen imogen being lowered into the ground. he’d emerged for the ‘after party,’ sure, but what a strange way to ‘celebrate’ them all... that being said, if there was one thing he hoped for that day, it was for the peace of the four individuals. while he, himself, feared the ‘peace’ death was rumored to bring, where they were all trapped – was it worth it ? where were the people they loved ? the people who loved them ? his train of thought was interrupted by a familiar voice – the first voice he’d heard upon entering the manor, the source of the first person ( ...ghosts still counted as people, right ? ) who showed kindness and compassion and warmth. with such a somber tone emitting from her, he knew – oh, he knew – that he shouldn’t have been smiling and, yes, he was doing his best to keep it at bay... but, truth be told, he’d missed her. ambling near her, the smile dissipating the closer he got and the more energy he could feel, forever horrible at shortened names that didn’t apply to family, he replied, “ hi, imogen. ” looking at the plot, he dusted a little bit of snow with his shoe and gestured towards it. “ are you... are you, y’know, alright ? ”

[therealfluke]

withdrcwns‌:

╰ ⟡ closed starter for @therealfluke​ ╮

          as soon as she had stepped through the threshold into the crenshaw manor lottie was having second thoughts about her attendance. had she made a mistake ? that thought had permeated her mind and the woman was not able to shake it. regardless, lottie needed a break. the last few years of her life had been as if she was on a race track. moving, moving moving, and never taking a second to pause. the only thing that had even shaken her was losing jo. guilt plummeted into her like a ton of bricks. throughout this past year lottie had attempted to bring herself closer to levi, to chris, but the distance she had created so long ago hung thickly in the air.

          here she was. fingernails biting into the palms of her hands as she planned the words she’d attempt to pass off as surprise as soon as she spotted him, levi. whatever slipped from her would be half truths, perhaps that would make the acting a bit more  b e l i e v a b l e.  her legs carried her throughout the manor, eyes narrowed, searching for the familiar face to match the familiarity in the air. lottie willed her composure as soon as her eyes spotted him while passing passed the first floor living room. fingers relaxed, palms smoothed over the fabric of her jeans. fabric she hadn’t been dressed in, in years. casual wasn’t usually her style. let the show begin.

          brows furrowing lottie moved closer, ‘ levi ? ’ the word pushed past her lips in a huff. mustering the best look of confusion she could feign hoping it would pass. ‘ is that you ? ’

to say that chris coming to the manor had been a surprise would be the understatement of the century. there was extra surveillance now – something the logical part of him appreciated, something the... less rational part of him, the part that took front and center, wasn’t exactly fond of. now, in addition to worrying about his friends finding what he had brought with him, he had to worry about chris finding it. 

you could get rid of it. no, that was unheard of. it was such a great way to prove his own strength ! you’ll do something stupid if you keep it. what a lie – what a bold-faced lie. do it! ...no. see ? he didn’t need extra surveillance ! he was perfectly capable of fending off any thoughts that came to him regarding it, perfectly capable of fending off any urges ! he didn’t need people to look after him ! ( i mean, did knowing people care make him feel a sense of warmth he didn’t feel often ? sure, but did they need to care ? did he consciously want them to ? no. )

having found himself in the study, as per usual ( it did have that one book he was still trying to read, not to mention the piano ), it was... fitting that the first thing he heard was the voice of another sibling. after all, the first sibling – chris – had found him in the study. had it become a magnet... ?

that wasn’t to say he wasn’t surprised, though. hell, that wasn’t to say he didn’t jump. perhaps it would’ve been different if it’d been a different voice – less startle – but a voice he recognized... one that was attached to a whom whom he rarely saw anymore, mainly using her as a bank account – terrible brother – he was already regretting the process of looking up to see her. “ lottie ? ” yes, dumbass. “ did you... were you... ” he had many questions in this moment – he did not know the best first one to ask... and he also forgot that greetings existed. “ what... why are you, uh, why are you - are you here ? ” how he hoped it didn’t come across as rude, but... why was she ? had she travelled along with chris ? did she somehow know he was here ? was this house simply a beacon to the remaining family, its similarities drawing them in ? perhaps...

[therealfluke]

winexblood‌:

“Well, I don’t know if I ever told you but I’m actually from here you know” Tobias said, sighing sadly. “Also” He said while pointing at his name tag “I have the joy of working here, weird I know since you know there’s all the rumors this place is haunted and shit but honestly they pay me better than any other shit hole in this town so I had to grab the opportunity and beat it to a bloody pulp” He started laughing, knowing too well what he said wasn’t funny 

“Or maybe I should say… Snort it? Alright alright I’ll stop, but seeing you sober is just weird”. He blurted out. “I mean I’m glad you’re sober and all you know it’s just not how I remember you” How long it had been anyways when they saw each other last? Couple years? Months? Days? Tobias didn’t remember, probably because his shitty memory, or maybe because he had subconsciously blocked it out of his memories. “Still, great to see you man”

“ beaver creek ? ” he didn’t think it possible. the small colorado town seemed like one of those typical ‘i want to get out of my town but i can’t so i’ll just write an angsty pop-punk song about it’ towns. nodding to the name tag, he asked, “ so, uh – so what do you, y’know, do here ? ” while he was sure he knew plenty of staff, the only staff member whose position he was sure of was dorothy’s. the idea that any job in the manor could pay a good wage besides concierge and maybe chef was... interesting to him. 

fluke – levi to tobias – felt that thumping again, that flutter in his gut that told him to take it out! take it out! take it out! go to the room, get the supplies, do it! looking at tobias in general was like looking at a walking needle. ketamine – he remembered doing ketamine with tobias. it hadn’t been his flavor, per se, but there was a ritual involved. do it! do it! go to the room! get the supplies! do it! do it! do it!

trying desperately to not put his hand in his pocket, and trying desperately to not walk away ( not because he didn’t like tobias – he could never not like him – rather because he was just a reminder ), he responded, “ so, uh – how - how are you, y’know, doing ? no – no judgment, no judgment. ” if tobias was also sober, maybe running into him over and over wouldn’t be as... worrisome as it was in that moment. “ yeah – you too. ”