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They're splayed out on Violet's crappy twin bed, a movie long since ignored buzzing on her VCR TV. It almost feels like a sleepover — Violet had never had any of those. It felt both funny and tragic that she's having one now. Right down to gossiping about boys. "It's like I can't stand him," She sighs. Her fingers entangled in a section of honey blonde hair, worrying it this way and that as she fights to turn thought into word. "But I go crazy when he ain't around? Not like seein' him makes me happy or sane either, t'be fair. It's confusin'. It's bullshit!"

back in the real world. heather had a sister.

that didn't mean much, because they wouldn't do anything like this. heather would much rather rot in some cemetery in the outskirts of town. and well, if she ever figures out @antlurabbit's deal maybe shit isn't like so different after all.

this place is dark, twisted, a never ending cycle of misery that pushes heather once more out to the outskirts of it. too many years reading poems that detailed death and destruction, they had sounded so sweet. and yet. here it's miserable. maybe this, a sense of twisted normalcy was what those poems were talking about.

she feels the buzzing sickly sweetness iminating from violet. she's familar with the feeling. there's something else attached with it. something that someone that isn't heather would be unnerved by. heather pretends, for a moment that they are talking about any other boy. and not the killer in the mask who's been getting familiar with everyone's insides.

"i think that might be just. a guy thing." heather sits up, resting on her elbow. grinning, black lips framing her smile. "-like what you are feeling feels like when you like a guy. which. yeah, confusing. but i think you'd find it boring if it wasn't just a little bit of bullshit."

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like this to plot stuff with heather perchance maybe

[heatherbecker]

independent selective & private portrayal of heather becker, an original empath character. fandomless with several verses avaliable for different fandoms. written by rat / joe / seth. (21+). est. feb 2020 & revamped july 2022. please read rules before interacting. psd + most graphics credit to @666psds.

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[heatherbecker]

like this to plot stuff with heather perchance maybe

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AT THE GATES ,

a sentence starter prompts list comprised of quotes from the novel a reaper at the gates by sabaa tahir. please be advised that this list may involve topics including, but not limited to, murder, death, and violence. change verbiage as needed.

no harm shall befall you. i vow it.

i fear what you will do if harm comes to those whom you love.

i would destroy anyone who dared hurt you.

your heart is made to love. to give. not to take.

it's stupid to fall for a once-dead ghost-talker, i don't care how pretty he is.

who took him? tell me!

talk or die.

unless you're a fool, you'll agree that death would be preferable. i will make it swift.

i could never mourn them. i wasn't allowed to.

you nearly got yourself killed. is that not enough?

you have much to learn, and i do not know how much time i have to teach you.

go or don't, doesn't matter to me. but stop being woeful and useless. i don't have the patience for it.

you didn't ask for assassination. you asked for destruction, and destruction takes time.

you don't have to tell me if you don't wish to.

you don't have to come with me.

not a chance. never again. where you go, i go.

you will fail, usurper.

i thought we would have more time. i thought we'd find a way out for you.

i don't want to let you go. not yet. not so soon.

you are cruel, [name], to give a girl all she desires only to tear it away.

this isn't the end for us, [name]. do you hear me? this is not our end.

you've never been a liar. don't start now.

why are you lurking out there? are you spying on me?

you destroyed my life. you could have saved them. you—you monster.

what of you, [name]? are you not a monster?

fare thee well, [name]. i will see you once more before your end.

tell me what's going on. i can decide whether it concerns me or not.

how the hells are we going to get out of here?

i won't make a promise i can't keep, and neither should you.

any other threats? discussions you wish to waste my time with? none? good. then lets get the hells out of here.

you are new to your power, but that does not mean you do not have it.

i'm not going anywhere with you, not until you tell me who you are.

if i answer one question, will you stop being so annoying and let me get you to a safe house?

why did you not listen to me, [name]. why did you not learn?

what is the point of having muscles if you cannot carry things for others?

she penned a play. i can feel it. don't act the part she's written for you.

why are we not fighting back? night won't fall for hours. we need to use the light that remains.

first, you need to eat. you're irritable and i don't like talking to irritable people.

i can be your ally, or i can be your enemy.

we leave in an hour. come along or stay. it doesn't matter to me.

you must have a guard with you at all times. not because you are incapable, but because you must show your strength. there is strength in numbers.

what, you don't want to pass the time in conversation with me? i'm hurt.

who did this to you?

you're not dead, and you're not going to die. do you hear me? you're going to live. you're going to find whoever did this to you. you're going to make them pay. get up. get to safety.

i'll never let go of what i fought so hard to keep.

stay with me. you don't have to speak. all you have to do is stay awake.

off to get yourself killed again so soon?

i heard you got stabbed. thought i'd come yell at you for allowing it to happen.

some guard you make. you were fast asleep.

i don't know your secrets and so i cannot protect you when others try to ferret them out.

if you didn't need protection, it would be because no one saw you as a threat. needing protection is not a weakness. refusing to trust your allies is.

we're dying out here! while you dine on roast fowl and fresh fruit in a tower that doesn't belong to you.

you are so stupid! you're the only one i have. the only one left! did you even consider that before running into a burning building?

you do not know the weight of the crown. you could never understand.

will it always be chaos for us, [name]? will things never be normal?

if... if i change... if i seem different, remember that i love you. no matter what happens to me. say you'll remember, please—

you seek counsel. i am honor bound to offer it. sit, please. i will speak with you.

no one is safe. have you not yet learned this lesson?

we will see each other again. i swear it.

i'll make my own way. i don't need you.

why do you care so much what happens to me?

there are men back there who were counting on me, and i left them.

mercy, [name]. that is my order. i do not deserve it. i do not even wish it. but you'll give it to me anyway. because you're good.

you dare put those you love before all of humanity? you dare be so selfish?

no need for that. i didn't drag you through a hundred miles of caves so your first act upon waking would be to stab me.

you came for me. you dragged me from the claws of death himself. you have more good in you than you will ever acknowledge.

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in a verse where heather actually goes through with college, i can totally see her becoming a psychologist...empath powers put to use (this is also assuming she keeps herself in the cycle of depending on other people's emotions negative or otherwise) (in regular verses she tends to break out of said cycle)

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after having heather for so damn long i think i found a suitable older fc long live goth women

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im going to clean up this lil blog i think i need to update A LOT in this

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woman, eating.

dialogue prompts from woman, eating: a literary vampire novel by claire kohda.

people have appalling night vision.

i've marked crosses where you need to sign.

where did you say you live? anywhere near ____?

you hate me, don't you?

you won't make it without me.

it's hard to know what's real with you.

i did everything for you. everything was for you.

i don't like eating alone.

god wouldn't want to help a demon survive, and that's what we are.

this place is beyond new beginnings.

what do you see yourself as?

demon is a subjective term.

i'm not very good at goodbyes. or any form of greeting, actually.

how are you? i miss you. i want to hear about your life.

everything in everyone's life is temporary.

just imagine i'm dead.

people are like flowers: seasonal, wilting, and finite.

am i the only other person who can see you?

it sounded like you were dragging a body across the floor.

we cannot have any more catastrophe.

don't talk back to me.

my body isn't mine. it isn't a good fit for me.

you were very human. that was what i liked about you.

you never told me how ___ died.

i have to do everything for you, don't i?

give it time. you just haven't found yourself yet.

i don't really get contemporary art.

i'm trying to figure out what i want to do with my life.

how come you stopped ____?

what does the winner get?

it's kind of like being a kid again.

i don't want to be walking too late.

just be careful.

watch out for ___.

we're the same.

sorry if i said anything bad or embarrassing.

everything looks different, but it's hard to pinpoint how.

i like your look.

will you swap with me? can i be you for a bit?

i guess i feel small. undervalued.

it's hard to see what's beautiful anymore.

taking is not good for the soul.

what are you doing? lost?

did i make you feel bad?

i feel like i've been standing completely still.

i'm not sure what i feel when i look at you.

sorry. i'm not good at talking about it.

what are you going to do?

i'm really sorry about the ____.

when you left, you took something of me with you.

i'm sorry. i don't know what's wrong with me.

life is a line, not a circle.

i think i like you.

i don't want to feel at home in the dark.

take me with you. please.

i can't take you with me.

memories make life.

move away. i'm dangerous.

i don't know who i am anymore.

are you high or something?

i don't think i ever hated you.

can i do anything to help?

i wish i could be honest.

i don't want to bring you down with me.

i can't tell what it is i want.

the other night was a mistake.

you don't like me?

i am completely alone.

will you let me in?

i think i've known for a while.

you can't just listen to one side and block out the other.

neither side of me can be separated from the other.

i don't have sides at all. i am two things that have become one thing.

are you okay? do you need help getting home?

i'm not sure what i am anymore.

for the first time, i feel like i'm exactly where i'm meant to be.

this feels like the first time i've really seen you.

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i watched a movie and i got heather brain

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heather rolls her eyes, oh torture her so, if a god exist she must hate heather to be placed upon such a position. the waggling of the eyebrows, the implication. but she feels it then, the other side of this, something that lays beneath the surface, buried, her hands are good with the soil, to dig it up, up. it's all a cover. she knows about this. brian leans in and the touch of his elbow makes it all the more present in her mind. she acts annoyed. and maybe she is, just a bit.

her lips pressed into a line. serious look with wide eyes that break into a smile, adorned by black lips. she knows and he doesn't and she's winning. "you think i have never drunk? gotten high? fucked? i wonder how you got that impression." she isn't irritated anymore, not yet. "you'd be surprise just how much fun i have." and that's a tease, such ocurrences and events reserved for others. heather curious enough to know just how far can brian take things. "not everything is what it seems, brian, but i think you know that." her finger presses on his chest. she is onto you, boy and there is nothing you can do to hide it.

🪐 — HEATHER BECKER​  for  brian !

“i   think   i’ve   decided   that   you   don’t   get   my   all   powerful   self-knowledge.”   she   states,   her   hands   in   her   pocket,   shrugs   the   words   off.   brian   is   not   a   simple   individual.   underneath   the   surface   there   is   so   much.   there   is   a   lot   heather   knows.   she   feels.   reflecting   back   from   him   to   her.   like   a   mirror.   she   doesn’t   take   it   personally,   she   finds   it   intriguing.   a   fun   little   game,   being   close   to   him   and   picking   him   apart.   him   unaware   of   such   a   thing.   “-you   can   be   sarcastic   all   you   want,   but   my   gloomy   and   depressed   persona   will   not   be   broken   nor   shaken  …   i’ve   endured   worse   than   you,   brian   walker.   i’ll   survive.”  

     ❝ YOU SAYING YOU NEVER HAVE ANY FUN ? ❞  &  he says the last word like it means something else, his eyebrows waggling suggestively just in case his tone was too subtle for heather catch.  but while brian’s not the brightest bulb or what-the-fuck-ever the saying is, he’s smart enough to know that heather doesn’t miss much with those big round moonglow eyes of hers.  honestly, he can’t figure out why she’s still here, why she hasn’t realized just how far beneath her he really is just yet.  brian doesn’t exactly try to hide who he is  —  he prefers to wear it all out in your face with his lewd comments  &  his big meaningless tattoos  &  his trailer trash wardrobe.  it’s usually enough to send smart people running for the hills the minute they catch sight of him.                                                              but heather’s still here.  &  honestly, maybe she’s doing the exact same thing as he is with her whole goth getup  &  addams-family makeup.  but the difference is, he knows how to have a good time with it ;  how to use his persona to attract the right kind of trouble.  it remains to be seen whether the same can be said of heather.  &  brian leans in, nudges her with an elbow, always teasing, prodding, poking.  always pushing to see just how far he can go before he gets snapped back at.  ❝ you ever tried getting drunk ?  smoking weed ?  fucking ?  that shit always manages to put a smile on my face.  &  who knows, getting some might do you a little good. ❞

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her bright icy eyes look down, ironically seeing ice. and a tiger. she would be more scared than she is, if it wasn't for scott. and his oh too cheery attitude. she wonders for a moment, and theorizes, that if it was her the one who prompted this. but she stops the thought dead on it's tracks again.

his laugh is annoying, infectious, in a way most things are with him. he speaks and she looks at him. such a test of trust. and she feels like she shouldn't trust him. not his words, not his actions. but they are past that. so beyond that. "you better." she warns. gently. with spikes, thorns do adorn the rose.

and his fake annoyance, oh she can see right through it. makes her smile. inky black adorning her lips as she does. "-is that an invitation to an out of school event? i'm not too terribly busy, might take you up on that." like he isn't worried to be seen with her. like most people are.

heather is rarely scared but even though she is, she can feel it be overpowered by the joy just eminating from scott. he was in his element, and she not so much. but it was addicting, to say the least...he simply was so cheery, and she could sense something else beneath it all. but she knew better now, to ignore it. to avoid it and not pay any mind to it.

and not to be so stereotypical, but heather would die than wear pink. hot pink. she makes a face, disgust momentarily taking over her features. "ew." comments on it, sticks out her tongue for good measure. she seems to have her footing, and recognizes the distance that he's pulled her now. it's still all a bit...nervewracking to say the least. "-oh now you got me all curious. i'd want to see what you wear to your night job." she smiles, slyly. scott tends to make her forget, makes her feel safe. even in the middle of an ice ring. curious.

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heather is rarely scared but even though she is, she can feel it be overpowered by the joy just eminating from scott. he was in his element, and she not so much. but it was addicting, to say the least...he simply was so cheery, and she could sense something else beneath it all. but she knew better now, to ignore it. to avoid it and not pay any mind to it.

and not to be so stereotypical, but heather would die than wear pink. hot pink. she makes a face, disgust momentarily taking over her features. "ew." comments on it, sticks out her tongue for good measure. she seems to have her footing, and recognizes the distance that he's pulled her now. it's still all a bit...nervewracking to say the least. "-oh now you got me all curious. i'd want to see what you wear to your night job." she smiles, slyly. scott tends to make her forget, makes her feel safe. even in the middle of an ice ring. curious.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆ Skating was easy for Scott, he was good at it, and what was even better was that he loved it. When his skates hit the ice, it was quieter; normally he loved the noise; his family was louder than a pep rally, but the hush that fell over everything when he skated washed him in something calmer ( bubbling excitement still fizzed under his skin, but he was pretty certain that was because of her, not the ice ). He grinned and felt Heather's slightly smaller hands under his padded, gloved ones.

' Could be worse, the Indiana Icicles wear hot pink, ' Scott beamed, agreeing with her and himself. As much as he didn't care about it, he knew that Heather would prefer their black and white. Personally, Scott knew she would look lovely in anything, but she had her style and he admired it. Broad shoulder lifted and then fell, shrugging nonchalantly as he pulled them back a little further, testing to see whether she had her footing. The hockey player laughed, ' hey, you should see what I wear to my night job. '

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like this to plot perchance ??

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dudes will want to date a hot girl and expect her not to be a grotesque monstrosity

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A quick and easy plotting guide

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like this to plot??? ill hop on ur dms !!