liams-purgatory

[liams-purgatory]

”… Huh. She has a job now? Hey, that’s progress.” Liam smiles a bit, sighing slightly now as well. “I’m glad she still talks about me.”

“Can’t believe how hard it is for her to do so.”

He mumbled under his breath, his tone incredibly guilty, as if he regretted his own death deeply. He missed Elliot, truly.

But the question still stands…

How was he brought back?

A ship in the shape of a black top hat lands near the church. Its door opens, and out steps the dark silhouette of a man. His appearance is cloaked by the permanent fog that surrounds the cemetery.

Two small bouquets of flowers he holds. Effortlessly jumping over the gate, he strides towards the center of the cemetery. An air of remorse follows him. Thicker than the fog.

He stops in front of two graves, slowly gets down on his knees, and places the bouquets in front of each headstone.

A drip os heard from his direction. Then another. The sounds are slow but audible. Nothing around could be making any noise.

At least, nothing should.

@sunshine---moonatnight :3

Liam was at his own gravestone, staring at his name and the death date, taking it all in like he never could before. The roses adorning the headstone, the birthday cards from every year he hadn’t been there, all from her.

He felt horrible for leaving her alone so long. He knew how much his death traumatized her.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the sounds of the ship and then the drips in the usually silent cemetery, his head whipping in the direction of the noise to try and find its source.

He sees the silhouette of the man, his eyes going a bit wide for a moment before he held out his hand, seemingly channeling some sort of energy.

A rose grew skillfully, almost mesmerizingly from the ground in between the headstones the man was in front of, the sight one that was familiar, yet all anew.

Liam seemed to be trying to send his condolences as well. He knew of the trying times people that grieved went through, he was looking at it firsthand from reading the letters left by his sister.

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”… A sister, you say? I mean- I guess you could say I did. I mean, she was the greatest sister a guy could ask for. But I’m sure you don’t know her, she wasn’t exactly.. Famous…”

He knows he’s lying right now, but what else is he supposed to say?

“I uh. Didn’t think it was that obvious, eh?”

“D’you know an Elliot Rose?”

A ship in the shape of a black top hat lands near the church. Its door opens, and out steps the dark silhouette of a man. His appearance is cloaked by the permanent fog that surrounds the cemetery.

Two small bouquets of flowers he holds. Effortlessly jumping over the gate, he strides towards the center of the cemetery. An air of remorse follows him. Thicker than the fog.

He stops in front of two graves, slowly gets down on his knees, and places the bouquets in front of each headstone.

A drip os heard from his direction. Then another. The sounds are slow but audible. Nothing around could be making any noise.

At least, nothing should.

@sunshine---moonatnight :3

Liam was at his own gravestone, staring at his name and the death date, taking it all in like he never could before. The roses adorning the headstone, the birthday cards from every year he hadn’t been there, all from her.

He felt horrible for leaving her alone so long. He knew how much his death traumatized her.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the sounds of the ship and then the drips in the usually silent cemetery, his head whipping in the direction of the noise to try and find its source.

He sees the silhouette of the man, his eyes going a bit wide for a moment before he held out his hand, seemingly channeling some sort of energy.

A rose grew skillfully, almost mesmerizingly from the ground in between the headstones the man was in front of, the sight one that was familiar, yet all anew.

Liam seemed to be trying to send his condolences as well. He knew of the trying times people that grieved went through, he was looking at it firsthand from reading the letters left by his sister.

[liams-purgatory]

”Huh? Oh, like this,” Liam grew a rose from his palm, holding it out to show the growth process. “Wait… Anyone else?” He paused, freezing up almost. Who else even had that ability? Well, sure, there were other plant users, but specifically roses? That was… More uncommon.

“Listen, I don’t exactly know anyone that can… Do this.” He trailed off, his tone unsure, and he looked off to the side a bit at his own gravestone that was enveloped in vines in an artistic way that could only come from one who’s grieved deeply.

“I mean… Unless you do.” He added, the rose reabsorbing itself into his hand as he awaited further questioning.

A ship in the shape of a black top hat lands near the church. Its door opens, and out steps the dark silhouette of a man. His appearance is cloaked by the permanent fog that surrounds the cemetery.

Two small bouquets of flowers he holds. Effortlessly jumping over the gate, he strides towards the center of the cemetery. An air of remorse follows him. Thicker than the fog.

He stops in front of two graves, slowly gets down on his knees, and places the bouquets in front of each headstone.

A drip os heard from his direction. Then another. The sounds are slow but audible. Nothing around could be making any noise.

At least, nothing should.

@sunshine---moonatnight :3

Liam was at his own gravestone, staring at his name and the death date, taking it all in like he never could before. The roses adorning the headstone, the birthday cards from every year he hadn’t been there, all from her.

He felt horrible for leaving her alone so long. He knew how much his death traumatized her.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the sounds of the ship and then the drips in the usually silent cemetery, his head whipping in the direction of the noise to try and find its source.

He sees the silhouette of the man, his eyes going a bit wide for a moment before he held out his hand, seemingly channeling some sort of energy.

A rose grew skillfully, almost mesmerizingly from the ground in between the headstones the man was in front of, the sight one that was familiar, yet all anew.

Liam seemed to be trying to send his condolences as well. He knew of the trying times people that grieved went through, he was looking at it firsthand from reading the letters left by his sister.

[liams-purgatory]

Well, it’s not like Liam hasn’t experienced death before.

Liam stepped out from the fog, also seeming a bit tense now, but he kept his air of nonchalance like he used to, the skill never having left him.

“Hey now, no need to get snappy. Just adding a bit more foliage for your loved ones. I know how nice of a thing that is to do.” He explained, placing his hands in his pockets.

Roses, heart shaped pupils? Who does that remind Lead of?

Liam seemed to be taking in the man’s appearance, scanning over him, almost calculating. He was intrigued, surely.

He meant no harm. At least, not until if Lead decides to strike. But for now, Liam’s just trying to air out the awkwardness of the situation.

A ship in the shape of a black top hat lands near the church. Its door opens, and out steps the dark silhouette of a man. His appearance is cloaked by the permanent fog that surrounds the cemetery.

Two small bouquets of flowers he holds. Effortlessly jumping over the gate, he strides towards the center of the cemetery. An air of remorse follows him. Thicker than the fog.

He stops in front of two graves, slowly gets down on his knees, and places the bouquets in front of each headstone.

A drip os heard from his direction. Then another. The sounds are slow but audible. Nothing around could be making any noise.

At least, nothing should.

@sunshine---moonatnight :3

Liam was at his own gravestone, staring at his name and the death date, taking it all in like he never could before. The roses adorning the headstone, the birthday cards from every year he hadn’t been there, all from her.

He felt horrible for leaving her alone so long. He knew how much his death traumatized her.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the sounds of the ship and then the drips in the usually silent cemetery, his head whipping in the direction of the noise to try and find its source.

He sees the silhouette of the man, his eyes going a bit wide for a moment before he held out his hand, seemingly channeling some sort of energy.

A rose grew skillfully, almost mesmerizingly from the ground in between the headstones the man was in front of, the sight one that was familiar, yet all anew.

Liam seemed to be trying to send his condolences as well. He knew of the trying times people that grieved went through, he was looking at it firsthand from reading the letters left by his sister.

[liams-purgatory]

A ship in the shape of a black top hat lands near the church. Its door opens, and out steps the dark silhouette of a man. His appearance is cloaked by the permanent fog that surrounds the cemetery.

Two small bouquets of flowers he holds. Effortlessly jumping over the gate, he strides towards the center of the cemetery. An air of remorse follows him. Thicker than the fog.

He stops in front of two graves, slowly gets down on his knees, and places the bouquets in front of each headstone.

A drip os heard from his direction. Then another. The sounds are slow but audible. Nothing around could be making any noise.

At least, nothing should.

@sunshine---moonatnight :3

Liam was at his own gravestone, staring at his name and the death date, taking it all in like he never could before. The roses adorning the headstone, the birthday cards from every year he hadn’t been there, all from her.

He felt horrible for leaving her alone so long. He knew how much his death traumatized her.

He was snapped out of his thoughts by the sounds of the ship and then the drips in the usually silent cemetery, his head whipping in the direction of the noise to try and find its source.

He sees the silhouette of the man, his eyes going a bit wide for a moment before he held out his hand, seemingly channeling some sort of energy.

A rose grew skillfully, almost mesmerizingly from the ground in between the headstones the man was in front of, the sight one that was familiar, yet all anew.

Liam seemed to be trying to send his condolences as well. He knew of the trying times people that grieved went through, he was looking at it firsthand from reading the letters left by his sister.

[liams-purgatory]

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₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

[liams-purgatory]

”HELL YEAH!”

“More people should get on the bandwagon..-“

”Everyone listen to my debut, BITTCCHHH-“

‘Liam!’

“What?”

|| YESYESYESYEYSSYSYS . I’m in love with EVERYTHING about this. Liam absolutely would KILL IT on the electric guitar.. and on backup vocals!!

I also imagine Elliot singing main vocals for a few of the band’s songs… Imagine her innocent ass singing on a band called fucking “Skull Crushers” 💔💔🙏

Liam absolutely has tattoos on his arms.. I never thought of that until now ||

[So um @liams-purgatory

:3

I hc Liam was part of a high school emo/Gothic band when he was alive :3333. His nickname was The Gardner after his powers ykykykyk

Probably where Thorn developed her taste in music :>. And yes he grew those vines on his hat ^^]

[liams-purgatory]

What's good shawty

“AWAY! GET AWAY FROM ME-“

“Ahem.. Everything was fine, thankss..”

Liam is currently dual wielding crosses.

✝️✝️

[liams-purgatory]

|| Intro Post! ||

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“Goddamnit—“

“Ahem..- Hey guys. What’s up? I’m Liam and.. And this is my blog thing- Damn, it’s been a while since I’ve been on Tumblr.. This place has changed so damn much—“

“Anyway. Ask me questions or something, and I’ll.. Answer them— Working for this freakazoid is a lot, okay? I literally just came back and he’s already makin’ me do advertising bullshi—“

“Anyway- That’s it? Oh yeah, I’m Ell’s brother by the way. Apparently she became really famous after I died..- One of the perks of having a previously dead brother, I guess.”

|| This is an askblog and a roleplay blog. Anyway-

Hello hello! Patches here, and I’m the mod of this here blog as well. This is a side AU to the one that @thorns-personal-hell takes place in, and I made this blog purely for funsies! None of this is canon in my main AU!

Also Liam is single and ready to mingle for you FREAKS out there who simp for him… Not gonna name any names, just know I know you’re out there (throwing shade to one of my irls btw)

Basic rules: No NSFW, I am a minor, and just generally be a decent person. And none of that problematic bullshit either-

I myself go by He/They/It pronouns and I’m genderqueer and a demiboy. Please remember that when you’re referring to me!

That’s pretty much it, have fun messing with yet another one of my Villainous OCs!

pfp art by: @sunshine---moonatnight ||