We are the weirdos, mister.

Mumu blog for CardinalHQ home to Elias Schwartz, Mackenzie Jones, Brandon ‘Cubs’ Szbuska, Devin Sattler, Lucas Callahan, Loretta ‘Lori’ White, Andrei Asimov, Pablo Ortiz, Calvin Roach, Stephanie Bachmann & Pascal Gallo

[wcirdo]

Mad || 28 || they/them dependent multi-muse blog for cardinalhq

Andrei Asimov || 21 | he/him || intro

Brandon 'Cubs' Szbuska || 27 || he/him || intro

Calvin Roach || 33 || he/him || intro

Devin Sattler || 25 || he/him || intro

Elias Schwartz || 24 || he/him || intro

Loretta 'Lori' White || 29 || she/her || intro

Lucas Callahan || 30 || he/him || intro

Mackenzie Jones || 31 || he/him || intro

Pablo Ortiz || 42 || he/him || intro

Pascal Gallo || 23 || he/him || intro

Stephanie Bachmann || 23 || she/her || intro

[wcirdo]

Closed starter for Paige Prior ( @pilferedpromqueen ) Location: Camping in the Olympic Peninsula, evening of October 14th

Birthdays for the past ten years had been especially rough for Lucas. Even though his father had hung on long enough to see Luke's twenty-first birthday his father passing that same week still put a damper on his birthday and it was hard not to think about that time every year he got older. This year was different. At least it was shaping up to be that way.

His relationship with Paige had picked up where they'd left off and they were taking things in a rapidly more serious route now that they were no longer confined to hookups in his truck bed or hinged on forming escape routes out bedroom windows. While Lucas felt like a much younger man being with Paige again he'd certainly done quite a bit of maturing in that time and was in a much better place to foster a proper relationship. Having a house of his own and disposable income helped. That was how Lucas found himself out in the woods having decided to actually take his birthday off work from his job so he could spend one last night in the great outdoors before it became too cold to car camp for the year.

Even though it was Lucas's birthday, he'd done most of the work in setting up this year's activities. As much as he loved Paige she wasn't very useful when it came to outdoorsy things and Lucas had sat her down by the small fire he'd made for them as he got the rest of the campsite set up. He was finally ready to join Paige by the fire as he pulled a beer out of his cooler and the bottle of wine he'd packed for Paige and one of his camping mugs for her to drink from. "Well, I think that's all of it," Lucas declared as he sat down next to Paige by the fire, despite his hands being full of drinks he still managed to snag a kiss from his girlfriend as he sat down. "I'll pump up the mattress before we go to bed," he added before he proceeded to make quick work of the twist off cap off the wine bottle so he could pour her a drink and his birthday festivities could commence.

[footnotesoftherecentlydeceased]

today was supposed to be a good day. ash and his friend, felix, had gone to the carnival together, planning to enjoy the last day of it. neither could have anticipated how it would end, with acid thrown on ash and searing his forearms. he had only been sitting in the hospital for less than an hour, medical staff tending to his wounds. when asked for an emergency contact, the only phone number that came to mind was mac, he didn't have any family in washington. the nurse had told him mac was on the way, and ash waited, heart hammering, in the sterile, white room.

he closed his eyes as the hospital staff works on him, wincing as he felt water rinse the acid off his skin. pain medication had been given to him, but even with the anesthetics. he felt stabbing pain as the staff worked. he took several deep breaths in an attempt to steady himself through the process, he knows it's neccessary in order to manage the damage that had already been done.

when he hears a knock on the door, his eyes fly open and he sits up, resulting in mild protest from the hospital workers. he gives mac a weak smile, he can't imagine how vulnerable he looks right now. when the other gets closer to him, ash reaches for his hand without thinking, flinching back with a groan as he receives sharp pain in response to his sudden movement. "mac," he manages between shuddering breaths. "i'm gonna be okay... i have some pretty bad burns on my arms though. when felix and i were at the carnival, someone threw acid on me, i don't know what happened. doctors are saying i'm gonna need skin grafts on my arms."

he lets himself fall back on the hospital bed as the pain subsides some, closing his eyes and letting out a deep sigh. "i'm sorry you have to see me like this."

[wcirdo]

Mac watches as Ash reaches out for him and how pained the gesture was. The scene was quite a jarring one and a whole lot to take in but Mac was attempting to stay strong. Mackenzie never claimed to be a rock, he never had been but he attempted to be as sturdy as possible. Mac didn't take Ash's hand that reached out for him and instead as he got close to the bed he carded a hand through his hair assuming that spot was safe to touch on the man and from the look of his injuries it was a gesture Ash wouldn't be able to do for himself very well right now.

"Someone threw acid on you?" Mac repeated out of sheer disbelief. He had so many questions he wanted to ask but from what little Ash told him it didn't sound like there was much more Ash could elaborate on. "Who could do such a thing?" Mac went rhetorically on carding his fingers through his hair gently giving his hand something to do to keep him from pacing the room.

"You have nothing to apologize for. I'm so sorry this happened to you," Mac apologized back. Ash wasn't deserving of something like this but Mac was relieved that he was okay, or as okay as one could be all things considered. He hadn't known what he was going to walk into at the hospital but he'd feared for the worst. "Do you have your appointment for the skin grafts scheduled?" He asked as a follow up but didn't want to overload Ash with too many questions.

[innocentcurse]

It was nice to indulge the fantasy of being fucked all day by Elias, even while she knew that they had many other plans for her big day. Of course, she knew that the rest of their day would likely be full of fun, excitement, and joy, but the fact of her other obligations felt rather unfortunate when thinking about it in the context of it all stopping her from just staying there, being pleasured, over and over and over again. At least Elias knew how to get her to feel more than just good in the short time that they had to be intimate together.

Despite so frequently being the one to take a dominant role in their intimate moments, Dorothy was more than happy to lay down on the bed as instructed by Elias, letting him do whatever he wanted to her. She knew that he knew what she liked, and without even knowing the fact, it was well and truly proven as Elias licked his way up her body. Dorothy was squirming and twitching underneath him, soft moans and loud breaths leaving her mouth as he had his way with her. She was extra sensitive, having already reached her climax once, and that was exactly why her soft moans turned up in volume a substantial amount as soon as she felt Elias' fingers slide inside of her. "Fuck," she swore, eyes fluttering shut, hands gripping at sheets.

[wcirdo]

Elias was obsessed with Dorothy. From the moment he laid eyes on her in that university quad so many moons ago he'd dreamed of countless moments being lost enrapture with this beautiful woman and sometimes, even now, after he felt he'd had his partner in every way imaginable at this point it still felt too good to be true. Today, felt a little like one of those surreal moments. With her taste still on his tongue and his fingers slipped into her wet embrace it truly was unbelievable that this girl was his and he would have her until his dying breath if all things go according to plan.

It wasn't often Elias got his partner to be a withering mess like this. Elias was more of a worshipper than a leader when it came to the bedroom and even now as he took a more dominant control of the scene at this moment he still was paying attention to all her cues. Elias brushed against her g-spot with his fingers a few times as he relished in making his partner feel good. He watched the way her breath got caught in the back of her throat and how her chest rose and fell in response to his stimulus. It was hard for him to move on from this even as his cock felt like it was getting impossibly hard and he might burst from no contact at all and begging him to get involved but he did.

Elias pulled his fingers out of Dorothy and let her breathe for a moment as he brought his fingers to his mouth and cleaned them off not wanting an ounce of her to go to waste. He hardly let her catch her breath though wanting to maximize the time they had in this hotel room as he wrapped his hand around his cock and finally invited himself to the conversation. "How d'you want me, birthday girl?" He asked as rubbed himself between her lips not yet penetrating her as he waited for further instructions. He'd have her any which way she wanted.

[spookyfragmentx]

She eyes him, clearly disappointed in his response. Bowie doesn't linger on it, though. She's in no position to be telling them how to live their lives. "I'm just saying, it's an option." Glancing at the ring holder by the register, she smirks, "just maybe not the ones we have. They're cute, but I'm gonna be honest: they turn your fingers green." And that's where she leaves it, feeling like she's already intruded too much. She doesn't want Elias to think there's something wrong with his relationship with Dot just because he hasn't proposed yet. Bowie would feel like shit if she did that to them.

"I think you might just have to face the reality that you're an old boring couple now. Maybe you won't find an exciting gift." At the risk of sounding cheesy, she continues, "I don't want to make either of us barf, but my dude, I think she just likes having you around. I'm not saying you should show up empty handed, but the fact that you're out here looking for her gift already and it's not even a month out, that says a lot." Besides, the jacket was pretty damn cool and she was pretty sure Dot would like it too.

[wcirdo]

"One's coming, I promise," He said leaving the ring talk at that. Everyone in Elias's life knew he was going to propose to Dorothy. It was inevitable especially now that Elias had weathered the first year of his life in Cardinal Hill. Moving to the middle of nowhere was the ultimate sacrifice for him and despite how much he disliked Cardinal Hill, Dorothy still made the place worth it and it felt silly at this point not to take things to the next step. They weren't getting any younger.

Elias smiled at the comment. He took the statement as a compliment and while he knew that Dorothy loved him it was still comforting to hear the sentiment echoed from others. "I don't know. My dad's been with my mom for over 30 years now and he's still able to come up with presents for her," Elias stated. He modeled a lot of his relationship after his parents union. The couple were lovebirds and that felt even more apparent than ever to Elias now that the two were empty nesters and enjoying an early retirement together. His father was notorious for showering his mother in gifts and Elias used that example as a guideline for his own relationship. He couldn't be running out of things to buy Dorothy this early in their life together. "I'll think of something. That's why I start this early. It gives me time to find things for her," he said.

[hearthandhallows]

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Connor followed him in, nudging the faucet on with his wrist and holding his hands under the stream until the pink water swirled down the drain. The cool water was a contrast to the sticky warmth from the blood, and he let out a breath, shoulders relaxing as the water began to run clear. “Thanks,” he said, glancing over. He snagged a towel from the dispenser, scrubbed at his hands until they were dry, then balled the paper into his palm and tossed it into the trash.

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ His eyebrows shot up at the question, and he couldn’t help but laugh. “Sorry, I’m not laughing at you. Promise.” He held his hands up, a giggle threatening to shoot out of his throat. “I’m not a dad, just a teacher. I teach Kindergarten. Field trips come with the territory. So do the parent chats.”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ He leaned against the sink now, arms crossing comfortably over his chest. “Honestly, I know it’s not great that Bo got hurt, but… at least it saved me from another ten minutes of hearing about casserole recipes. I was starting to think I should take notes.”

‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ When his gaze flicked back to the mirror, he caught Andrei’s eyes there, and Connor held it just a beat too long before dropping his eyes back to the sink. The pink in his ears betrayed him even as he tried to play it off. “You said you moved here in April, right? How’re you liking Cardinal Hill so far? Besides the whole blood thing.” His tone was light, but the softness in his grin gave him away: he was already glad for the excuse to keep talking.

[wcirdo]

"Oh, so you are in charge of all of the kids then," Andrei stated. He didn't know how many students were in an American kindergarten class but being a teacher it was clear he was responsible for a whole gaggle of kids. Andrei couldn't imagine being a teacher and responsible for that many little bodies. "I could not do that. I teach skating but it is no more than.... five," Andrei paused for a moment to hold out a hand. "Maybe six of them," he explained. "And that is too many," he stated. Andrei liked when his students didn't show up to class. The fewer people he had to manage the better.

"The parents of Cardinal Hill are very... friendly," Andrei paused finally settling on the word he wanted to use to describe the people of Cardinal Hill. Nosey felt more accurate to Andrei but he was sure this man's experience and relationship with these people were different. He was just some foreigner and anomaly and people loved to pry into his story that he didn't want to tell.

Andrei nodded his head in confirmation before shrugging a quick shoulder as a response. "It is okay. It is very different from how things are back home," Andrei said. There were certainly things he liked more now that he was living in the United States but his life had been so different back in Moscow and the greater USSR when he was doing the competition circuit than any life he lived now would pale in comparison. "I am from Moscow so Cardinal Hill is very tiny to there," he elaborated.

While he was sure he shouldn't keep this man in the bathroom too long considering he had a whole class full of kids to be responsible for Andrei felt himself linger some if only because he didn't feel he got much opportunity talking to those he could only assume were similar in age to him. "If you are not a dad. Do you have a girlfriend?" Andrei asked before realizing how forward the question was. He didn't mean to be he was just knitting thoughts together. "Or- what do you do when you are not a teacher here?" His sister was no help on that front having settled down and started churning out kids as soon as she moved to Cardinal Hill so she didn't know what there was to do so many this guy knew he had to let off steam one way or another.

@whispersandwraiths

[wcirdo]

Closed starter for Sawyer Sylvester ( @sickprettymind ) Location: Cubs's bedroom, just before 3 AM

Cubs doesn't cuddle. Cubs is affectionate and while he certainly doesn't mind snuggling up with someone whose pants he was trying to get into as soon as the deed is done Cubs becomes pretty hands off. People got the wrong impression and have a habit of forming connections between themselves and Cubs that he didn't want to foster. Only one woman had managed to tie Cubs down and he'd royally fucked that up and wasn't looking to add that kind of devastation into his life again.

So after Cubs finished on Sawyer in the wee hours of the morning he left her with barely a kiss as he got off her and sauntered off to his bathroom to grab something for her to clean up with. Cubs took his time in the bathroom, splashing some water on his face to cool off before wetting a washcloth before he returned to Sawyer in his room. "You need a ride home?" Cubs asked as he handed her the wet washcloth before he sat back down on his bed and reached for the pack of cigarettes he kept there. A cigarette was essential after any time he got off regardless of if he had someone's help in it or not.

Cubs didn't cuddle and he definitely didn't do overnights and he didn't care how early it was for most he kept his bed empty when he slept for a reason and didn't like when that spot got filled and he had no problem kicking someone out once he was done with them for the night.

[lovesspell]

"Proactive, that will definitely save you a headache." Part of why Athena had learned as much as she had was because of having to take care of things around the house on her own. She had learned most things from instruction manuals she took out from the library or borrowed from her Uncle. "Are you sure? I wouldn't mind parting with some extra, free of charge." she offered, putting on some gloves to grab the pieces. "It would bring me joy to see people use it. Plus my client is a little picky, she'll change her mind at least four more times." Athena laughed at the idea, feeling mean for suggesting it but she thought it was true. "I'm going to use it to build a bedroom balcony for me and my wife. Well part of it at least. I wanted something that would be really nice visually. Calming because it'll only be for the two of us. Like a lover's suite, you know?"

[wcirdo]

"Trying to be, I don't know much too much about plumbing so if I let it get more out of hand than this I'll have to call someone," Lucas said. That was something he didn't want to do if he could help it. While he respected the trades and would gladly pay someone what they were worth he didn't want to have to shell out that money if he didn't need to and could fix it himself with some parts from the hardware store and an afternoon of his time-- if that.

"Sounds nice," Lucas commented. It also sounded quite expensive but he was sure someone who owned a hardware store had enough money and access to wholesale discounts to make a project like that feasible. As kind of the offer was for her to give him the wood free of charge, Lucas found himself having difficulty accepting the offer. He didn't like handouts much having spent a good portion of his life relying on the kindness and generosity of others that even now almost a decade later random acts of kindness took him for a loop. "But really, you don't got to do that. You should have no problem selling it even if your client ends up not interested in it. I could probably think of three guys who'd be more than willing to pay for whatever you got," he explained.

[angstfactory]

There wasn't much in Cardinal Hill to distract herself with. Lilith was grasping at just about anything at this point, which is how she found herself paying for private figure skating lessons.

Ha, her! A figure skater!? She pretended like she forgot all about those dreams of being some beautiful ballerina on ice that practically any young girl thought up. She was too old for that nonsense now, okay?

But, surprisingly, Lilith felt as if she wasn't taking to the activity half so bad. At first, her balance hadn't been so steady. It had been years since she even had a pair of regular skates on her feet, let alone blades. There must be something to that saying, the one about riding a bike — one just didn't forget how to. She imagined that helped her some now. Not much, but some. Gliding along on ice was definitely a lot different than rolling along rough ground.

"A bunny hop," Lilith made a tiny face at the cutesy name, though watched the demonstration. "I hope there's a clause in our contract if I fall and break my ass," she huffed, though it was meant to be a joke. Mostly. Lilith shook off some of her jitters, taking in a breath, before doing her best to repeat what the Andrei had shown her. On the landing, she slipped some, arms coming out to balance herself steady once more. "Aha! Did it," she smirked, clapping her hands together and shimmying, not at all bothered about how inelegant that performance looked in comparison to his.

[wcirdo]

"You will not fall," Andrei promised her even though he couldn't guarantee that for certain. While she had done a good job at getting the basics under her belt he wasn't sure once they started throwing tricks in that she'd be able to catch up. While his class of seven-year-olds were hopping around like a herd they also had less fear than the skaters he helped who weren't on the ice since they were tots.

Andrei watched as she mimicked his actions admittedly far more clumsy but as he figured she didn't fall even if her actions could've been more graceful. "Good job," he complimented her. "But do it smaller. Little hops," he corrected gently. No one could leap across the ice first try and he didn't want her to actually do something that might get her hurt. "Like this," he said as he skated forward a little to demonstrate again this time getting even less off the ground as he hopped in a row. After his demonstration he pulled the pen from his pocket and proceeded to draw three Xs in a row on the ice. "You hop on the X," he instructed.

[stoopidtuff]

closed starter for cubs (@wcirdo) located at nibs' apartment

Since the carnival, he'd been inside more than he wanted at the wishes of his mother, who just so happened to be one of the only people he'd actually listen to. That didn't stop him, not entirely, having just gotten back from a skate and smoke sesh with his best bud. What was on the munchie menu tonight happened to be a Nibs Special: boxed mac n' cheese, cut-up chicken nuggets, and sriracha. It wasn't for everyone, but after a blunt nothing hit like it. He hummed happily at his creation, taking the first bite straight from the pot, as if he hadn't made it a few days prior. "Might be my best batch yet," Nibs said that nearly every time. Food just tasted better like this. "Especially for a guy with only one good arm." That'd been a challenge to figure out how to continue daily life, but he found a way to do just about everything. He didn't ask for help; he figured it out.

[wcirdo]

Cubs had only walked through the doors of Nibs' apartment after the man was already making his food. Had he arrived any sooner he might’ve taken over in the kitchen for his one handed comrade but Cubs hated cooking when he wasn’t getting paid. Besides Cubs felt his energy was better spent sitting on Nibs’ couch rolling up the joints and blunts Nibs wasn’t able to roll himself right now being one handed. “You say that about everything you make,” Cubs stated as he brought the joint he was rolling to his mouth to give a quick lick before sealing it. “How many of these do you need?” Cubs asked already getting annoyed by the task. Even if rolling joints was easy for Cubs he got bored by repetition especially when he wasn’t going to be the one enjoying this weed himself.

[hearthandhallows]

I want you to know, I'm a mirrorball, I'll show you every version of yourself tonight. (@wcirdo)

[footnotesoftherecentlydeceased]

the library provided ash with a sense of routine, it was a reason for him to get out of bed most mornings. the work was easy enough, he couldn't say that it was mentally taxing to have to check in books, shelve them, and check out patrons. the most he was asked to do was guide someone to a book or look for a specific author, but he didn't mind that much.

he looks up from the copy of fahrenheit 451 that he had been rereading, placing a bookmark in the book in order to help the man. "oh, thanks. i really just wanted to familiarize myself with bradbury's work again. i like his writing." he keeps the explanation brief, the man doesn't need a detailed explanation for his reasoning. "sure, do you have a photo id and proof of residency? i know it's kind of annoying, but it's library policy."

[wcirdo]

"His stuff's great. He spoke at my university and I was able to get him to sign my copy of The Martian Chronicles. Interesting man," Calvin stated. He really was a peculiar author. He'd spent much of his talk at Cornell degrading higher education while singing the praise of places like libraries instead certainly an interesting take for a man to have when speaking to the collegiate elite.

Calvin had expected he'd need to produce some identification and he pulled out his wallet to produce his ID. "I'm sure I've got a gas bill or something in my car," he stated as he slid his driver's license over for the man to check out. "You sure I really need to grab it. I can tell you my address, I've got a place in town," Calvin went on. Not that his ID reflected that. His address on his driver's license was for his home in Seattle where Calvin actually lived even though he'd be spending the greater part of the next couple of years down here in Cardinal Hill over seeing the construction of the hotel he was working on.

[pilferedpromqueen]

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The gift was a clear upgrade from the wittled wood creatures he'd given her in their youth. Not that they hadn't meant the world to her, still saved in a shoebox full of their memories that gathered dust in the closet while she'd spend the last nine years trying to forget. That'd been the problem with Lucas, she could never erase him, and the truth beneath the wish was she didn't really want to. If he reserved a part of her mind forever, there was a chance she hadn't lost him, not entirely, but upon returning to Cardinal Hill, they seemed to start where they left off. In her mind, it made the years of missing him and pretending someone could take his place all worth it for moments like these.

Her cheeks were rosy, somewhere between flattered and embarrassed at her own joy. After knowing her for this long, it might've been assumed that she didn't experience embarrassment around him, but somehow, what made her the most shy was just how much she cared about him. A finger followed the flow of purple wood with a smile inlaid on her features. "What kind of tree is it from? I've never seen a purple tree before." She knew nothing about woodworking, but only because of his knowledge did she feel comfortable asking questions. Paige's gaze moved back to the man she'd once drawn hearts around his name and pined over the chance for him to drive her home from a party. Now, his own handywork sat in her hands, and she gifted him a kiss of thankfulness. "I love it," she confirmed. "Thank you."

The bracelet was a happy surprise, even if he didn't need to do anything else for her. Once Paige learned it came from his mother, even the way she held the item shifted as if it'd become far more delicate. Before replying, she slipped the jewelry onto her bare wrist and held it out for both of them to observe. "You'll have to thank her for letting me take it." With her wrist outstretched, she gave a wiggle to let the pennies shine. "Perfect for a Penny." What he said next caught her off guard, and suddenly she was turned to face him, expression painted with awe yet surprise. "You... make a cake? You baked?" Paige almost couldn't believe it. The last thing she'd expect from Lucas was a baked good, but that most certainly couldn't wait another day. "What? It's my birthday, we have to eat cake." The blonde got to her feet, a hand held out for him to take. "Care to join me for a slice?"

[wcirdo]

"It's called Purpleheart. Doesn't grow anywhere around here. You find it down in the Amazon mainly," Lucas explained but he'd leave his answer at that. He could go on about how cool the wood was, the challenges that came with working with the hardwood and the benefits and appeal of it but he wasn't going to bore her with wood talk. It was her birthday after all and even as attentive as Paige when it came to a lot of what he said eventually even her eyes would glaze over if he went on too long about one of his special interests.

Lucas kissed her back and smiled. "You're welcome. I'm glad you like it," he said. He hoped that she would but one could never be sure. Truthfully he didn't have much experience shopping for women outside of his mother and she had a habit of liking whatever he got her just because it came from him. Women he was seeing were a much different type of person to give gifts to. "I will," Lucas promised. His mother didn't know about Paige yet but he had a feeling she knew someone had entered his life again. It wasn't like him to ask for jewelry of hers after all.

Lucas laughed and nodded his head. "Yeah, I made a cake. It's nothing special. Just uh funfetti from a box," he explained. He wasn't an amazing cook by any means but he was competent enough to be able to follow some directions on the back of a cake mix without difficulty. Luke took her hand as he got up from the couch and walked them into his kitchen. "Have a seat," he said as he pulled out a seat at his kitchen table for her before he walked over to his fridge where the cake was chilling. He'd frosted it with premade icing and had already stuck some candles in it and he set it on his counter to light them before he turned off the lights. As he started to bring the cake over to her he realized he should probably be singing.

Illuminated by the light of her birthday candles he began the song. "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Penny, happy birthday to you." Lucas set the cake in front of her as he waited for her to blow out the candles.

[wcirdo]

Closed starter for Dorothy Prior ( @innocentcurse ) Location: Sunny Acres park, just before golden hour

By far the hardest part of his proposal was going to be getting Dorothy to the park on time. For as much as he loved his partner she tended to take her sweet time getting ready especially when she was putting effort into her appearance which she was that evening. Truthfully, Elias had let Dorothy in on a lot of tonight's festivities to some degree. She knew they were going to be having a picnic and that Elias wanted to take some pictures while they were out there and that he thought she should wear something nice. What she didn't know was the picnic basket Elias had packed in the car contained no food and Elias wouldn't be the one taking any photos that night or that the outfit Elias had encouraged her to wear would be the very same dress she'd look back on in photos for years to come. Dorothy knew just enough and Elias technically told no lies to get her out to the park that night.

Elias was fighting his urge to smile from ear to ear and let on that anything was out of the ordinary as he led Dorothy further and further away from the general populace of the park to a far more secluded area than they usually would picnic at. "Trust me, I found a good spot," Elias insisted as Dorothy began to protest as they passed many other respectable picnic spots though in the distance a picnic could be seen set up. Elias had taken the day off work without Dorothy knowing and had ran all over town picking up the necessities and setting up as much as he could on his own before handing off the picnic set up to Paige while Elias was at home getting ready with Dorothy.

"Come on, we're almost there," he went on as he gave her hand he was holding a little squeeze. In his other arm he held their picnic basket that was currently weighed down by a collection of Elias's journals. They were the final piece he needed that wasn't already at the location. As the arrangement of some of Dorothy's favorite snacks and treats and bouquets of her favorite flowers could finally be made out Elias couldn't contain his smile much longer. Their entire relationship was leading up to this moment and he felt a swarm of butterflies in his stomach that he hadn't experienced before despite how many times Dorothy'd been able to take his breath away as the time finally came for Elias to take their relationship to the next step.

[surrealistart]

Other World (1947) M. C. Escher, woodcut print, 31.8 cm × 26.1 cm

[wcirdo]

Closed starter for Bowie Feng ( @spookyfragmentx ) Location: The Closet

It was always sad when someone died unexpectedly before their time. Stephanie didn’t know Ms. Griswald personally but in a town as small and tight knit as Cardinal Hill even the strangers aren’t very strange. From what Stephanie knew about the 45 year old woman she was quite an eccentric person and had an extensive wardrobe; most of which was now sitting in a pile for Stephanie and Bowie to sort through and tag.

“I’m getting nervous about my costume this year. I still don’t know what I want to be and I’m running out of time to be able to crochet something for it if I need to,” she went on as she pulled a plum colored cashmere sweater out of the pile and laid it out flat to check for any holes. “I just feel like I’ve done everything I’ve wanted to do over the years already, you know? And any ideas I have had I won’t have the time to make before the party.” She usually got started on her costumes as early as June some years but inspiration hadn’t struck and quite frankly her mind had been other places over the last couple months. Something sinister had crept its way into town and after the tragedy that struck the carnival this year it had left her not feeling particularly festive. “I’ll be honest, I’m a little afraid of Halloween this year,” she added not wanting to elaborate too much as to why. It felt like a logical fear many witches and those privy to magic were feeling as All Hallow’s Eve approached and the veil with the supernatural was at its thinnest and many spells both good and bad were at their strongest and Stephanie knew of many powerful witches that would be devoting that night to protecting the town that seemed to be plagued with a sickness it’s never seen.

[wcirdo]

🪻✨🧚‍♀️💅🏻🪡🧶👗🦋🐞🍄🌞🍬 🪻✨🧚‍♀️💅🏻🪡

An aesthetic moodboard for Stephanie Bachmann.