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psa: this blog has been archived

For my own sanity, I've decided to put this blog on permanent hiatus. I'm sorry to those who have been waiting for ages for any replies - however, most of you are already interacting with my muses on my active blogs. Anyone interested in writing with me, please follow my new blogs:

@eniqmvtic an independent single-muse role play blog for an original character inspired by Drew Starkey’s portrayal of his character Trevor in Hellraiser (2022)

@byrcnic an independent single-muse role play blog for a canon character evolved into an original character inspired by Peter Rumancek from Hemlock Grove, aged up and with the ruggedly handsome face of Aaron Taylor-Johnson

@klldare an independent multi-muse role play blog for canon characters and original characters set in the Outer Banks verse, inspired by the Netflix show

@lostliketearsinrain an independent multi-muse role play sideblog for canon characters treated as original characters and original characters in apocalyptic, horror, supernatural & other genre verses.

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hi, it's me. I hope everyone is doing okay and having a great start into hua hua hua season or spooky season, whichever you prefer🧡 Life can be exhausting and things can get overwhelming. But I'm again trying to focus on the things that bring joy. In an attempt to be more active and write again, I have reduced the number of drafts, deleting most which were older than two months, but the number still feels kinda overwhelming (which is absolutely amazing as it means I have so many cool threads!) and I have moved my obx muses to a new blog where I hope to be writing more. I've already followed those with who I have interactions with their obx muses/in the obx verse; I hope I haven't forgotten anyone. But please, everyone who has obx muses or wants to write in the obx verse with me, feel free to follow me on klldare! Anyways, have a great day/night! 💙

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A look at his watch told him that he would be too late. A strange feeling in his chest. Nervousness. What if she wouldn’t wait? Fuck. He had meant to leave early, but first his sister needed him and then he had got into an argument with his father – or more like his father had yelled at him. And Rafe didn’t bother to ask him for the keys to the car after that. He just took them. He knew that would have consequences, but he didn’t care. All he cared was to make it to his date.

Damn, he couldn’t believe that they were actually having a date. Was it a date? They were friends. Fuck, why was he sweating? He parked the car outside the mall and got inside. Was it a good idea to meet here? Where half of Hawkins would see them?

He took a deep breath, combed through his hair before he got to the food court. And stopped when he saw her. She didn’t see him. She only had eyes for the ice cream in front of her. Looking sad. Both the ice cream and her.

Something inside Rafe’s chest tightened. Had someone hurt her? His hands balled into fists. – He frowned. What if he was the one that hurt her?

Part of him wanted to turn, just leave. She didn’t need someone like him in her life. He was no good friend after all.

Chrissy looked up, and without noticing, the corners of his mouth curled up. He walked to her table.

“Hi”, and he couldn’t stop smiling when looking at her.

@byronlc || Closed Starter || Chrissy and Rafe.

As Chrissy sat in the booth at Scoops, part of her worried that Rafe might not show. She looked up at the clock, chewing her lip. It was getting closer to when she asked him to meet her. But now... maybe she had been stood up.

The Cheerleader had missed spending time with him, and honestly, part of her worried that that moment between them had ruined everything.

She looked at her half melted cookie dough chunk ice cream and sighed, having lost all appetite for it now.

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Being given the choice, the boy seemed unsure what to do. Trevor watched him, saw his body tremble. It was a pity he couldn’t see all of his face, couldn’t see that look in his eyes when the brute came closer. Trevor didn’t expect the boy to turn and come running into his arms for shelter, he knew that it wouldn’t be that easy. And it wouldn’t be that much fun if the boy wouldn’t fear him. He had begun to like that feeling, being feared, being intimidating. It was a powerful addicting feeling. And he liked that he didn’t have to run around covered in blood like Alan or growl like the beast that Rumancek was or have any of that unnatural strength that Noah had. His power was different. More subtle. In that way, he was not so different from Rennie. People trusted him and feared him at the same time. That was probably one of the main reasons why Big Jim liked him so much, like he was his own son – no, his son was a pussy. Trevor was his true son. And despite not really giving a fuck about the man’s opinion, Trevor did enjoy the benefits it got him.

Trevor was unable to see the boy’s face, to see his mind work, he only imagined the panic – that obviously was overwhelming or the boy was hurt so very severely, so that he just collapsed into Trevor’s arms.

Alan, only stunned for a moment, lifted his knife, but Trevor stopped him, yelled a command at him. And, though very disappointed, the bulky man put his knife away. For a moment some lively excitement showed in his eyes, as he was very keen on seeing Trevor gut the boy he lifted now into his arms, carrying him more like a damsel in distress than the prey he was.

“What are you doing with him? Can I watch?” Greedily Alan licked his lips.

Trevor shot him a glance.

He carried the unconscious boy out of the building. Truth was, he wasn’t exactly sure what he was going to do with him, but he surely didn’t want Alan to watch. Outside, the receding daylight fell into the boy’s face. The eyes closed, he seemed to be in a deep slumber not even reacting when he lifted him into the backseat of a jeep that had stopped for Trevor to pick him up and take him back to camp.

The driver wasn’t as curious as Alan, just watched him through the rear-view mirror, how he cradled the boy in his arms, brushed strands of hair out of the face, but kept quiet.

No one said anything when Trevor carried the boy to his place, carrying him like any other loot from the raid. Noah wasn’t there. They didn’t really live together, just spent most of the nights together here. Trevor put the still unconscious blond on the bed. He tried to wake him, patted his pretty cheeks, but he seemed to be far gone. Trevor frowned. Only now did he think about the possibility that the runner had been bitten and was now in a fever. He needed to check him for bites and other wounds. To be safe. So he began to undress him. And his hands caressed over every inch of soft skin he exposed.

Hope was a flimsy thing. Short lived when he had been certain he had made the right call. He couldn't have been more wrong. The arm blocking his way made him attempt to duck, yet the tight grip that caught him by his hood pressed into his throat preventing him from doing so and ruined his plan altogether. Shit, why hadn't he just given up? The glare he was given now only confirmed he had made it worse for himself. Causing new tears to well up in his eyes. They weren't going to help him. Nothing was and no one either.

If the guy who was so close and holding him in a tight grip wasn't scaring him enough already, then the ice cold shiver the second voice sent down his back sure added to it. Evan didn't fight the grip on him, but he was clearly all tensed up, fearing for his life when he was forced to see who had joined them. The blond sensed death surrounding the man, telling him what the bloody knife also gave away. He had recently killed and the spirits whispering were increasing, making it harder to hear his chaser's low voice right next to his ear. Fate really had a twisted humor when it came to him.

Now, what real options did he really have here? It was certain death or delayed death if he played along and yet, there was still a part within him that wanted to live. Which hadn't fully given up.

The adrenaline within his body was the only thing that let him stand upright when his chaser let go of him, considering how shaky his knees felt. Evan couldn't think. The noise in his ears was nearly unbearable the closer that bulky guy stepped and the blond was certain he didn't imagine it. He needed to make a decision. However that never consciously happened when the mental wall broke and a heavy wave of information came crashing down on him. Overwhelmed his senses in a matter of seconds until everything went black and his body slumped against his chaser.

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Nah, Barry doesn't know how it's like living on figure 8 and being a spoilt brat. "That's right, boy. You gotta be ahead, not left behind." Sure, he had no fucking clue what the kook was talking about, but he could always add something to the conversation. "But you gotta be smart about. What you gonna do when you find out, huh? What when you find out that your sister got the business, hm? You think that's what this's about? Your daddy's company's gonna be hers?"

"I'm so 𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓴 of it, you know?" Barry doesn't know, he doesn't have siblings, or an unmedicated mental illness eating away at him. . . "Fuck. . ." He grunts. "I guess I'm gonna have to find out myself, otherwise I'm gonna get left behind 𝓐𝓖𝓐𝓘𝓝." This family was fucked and somehow Rafe was always the one getting left int he dust no matter how hard he tried.

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"Ah," he just rolls his eyes, then shakes his head. But he knows better than to contradict the crazy boy who's one of his best customers after all. "What now? you waiting for someone to tell you? You gotta take things in your own hands, or you gonna keep crying about it like a baby? "

"I'm not 𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓼𝓮." Oh, he's tense. "I don't need drugs. What I 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 is for someone to tell me what the fuck is going on, why 𝓘'𝓶 being left out of shit and why Sarah's in the middle of it?!"

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"Why, why, why. - Why you asking so many questions? You seem a lil extra tense today, Rafe. Need something help ya relax?"

"I don't need this shit. 𝔀𝓱𝔂 are you here? Huh?"

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"Ain't pushing you. Just nudging a lil bit, babyboy."

𝓸𝓹𝓮𝓷 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻

"I'm not saying that I'm gonna go off the rails or anything but, if you push me I just might. . . So 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽." @indiestarter

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Trevor waited, looked at the scared thing and waited. But instead of taking the offered hand, that dumb boy tried to make a run for it. Trevor groaned and rolled his eyes, a millisecond before he darted to the side. The boy was fast. But not fast enough. Trevor’s palm pressed against the wall, his outstretched arm blocked the blond from getting any further. Before the boy could duck under it, Trevor gripped him by the hood. The flashlight dropped to the floor in the quick movement. But being so close now, he could see the boy’s face clearly. Those bright blue eyes widened. Gazed at him like the deer in the headlights. And he was as beautiful as that. Beautiful and vulnerable. And still alive.

Trevor’s own face was unreadable. The fake kindness gone, he just glared at the pretty boy.

“I told you not to run.”

A movement behind him caught his attention. From the corner of his eyes, he saw a shadow standing in the doorframe, a massive figure blocking the sunlight.

“You got him.” Trevor recognized the voice at once. “Kill him already, so we can head back.“

Trevor span around, one arm around the boy’s smaller body, his hand gripping his chin to direct his gaze to look at the bulky man who had stopped some feet in front of them, blocking the only exit. The newcomer was carrying a bloody knife, his dirty shirt covered in blood, but no wound was to be found on his face or body. His greasy red hair had an earie glow from the light coming from behind him.

“That’s where you want to run?” His lips so close to the blond’s hair, he just needed to whisper. “I’ll leave the choice to you. You can run to him and try to make it out. Or you can stay with me. And I’ll keep you safe from him. I’ll keep you.”

It wasn’t that he had planned it, but being as impulsive as he was, Trevor had decided to keep this boy for the only reason that mattered: he wanted him. This frightened little thing that fought for his life so fiercely, so fucking beautiful.

“It is your choice,” he whispered in a dark low voice, his lips touching the boy’s ear.

And then, he let go of him, let go of the hood, let go of the chin he was gripping, took both his arms off the runner. And waited.

Violence. Why was there always so much violence? As if having the dead walking wasn't already enough? No, people still had to fight each other. Take, take, take. If it wasn't supplies, it was food. If it wasn't food it were lives. Evan knew this raider didn't do anything half-hearted. Felt the rise of death within the area. It was heavy in the air and his ears buzzing due to it. But the blond continued fighting it, continued to keep the upper hand. Unknown for how long it would remain that way.

If it wasn't for the flashlight he might not have noticed his chaser had him cornered. The first words had went passed him due to the increased whispering within his ears. He got a look at the man's face and maybe under entirly circumstance he might be considered a friendly one, but Evan knew what they did, what they were still doing and this guy was part of them.

Resist as long as you can and use any opening to make a run for it. Thea's words were so clear in his mind as if she was talking to him in this very moment. But she wasn't, in fact, he hadn't heard nor seen her in way too long. Could only hope she was alright, was better off as he was, they were. Nat! Hopefully she had made it out. But all this were matters for another time.

The missing weapon in the other's hand gave the blond a false boost of confidence. Figured he could use the gap between the guy and the wall and slip past him if he was fast enough and moment of surprise was on his side. Something he went for without another thought, darting forward he aimed for it.

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𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐘 for 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒆.

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@neverfittedin sent: ❛ why me? ❜

The boy in front of him looked at him with teary dark eyes, accusingly. It wasn’t just a question, two simple words, it was as if asking for that reason was breaking him apart.

Agitated, Trevor’s breathing was irregular, more like panting, his chest heaving rapidly as if he had run up the fucking stairs, when really he just had reached out to grip Nick’s arm and stop him from leaving his apartment. Now, he let go, and even took a step back.

He ran his hand over his head, eyes looked everywhere but at the boy, as if searching for that answer somewhere in the room.

“I don’t know, I don’t fucking know.”

Nick didn’t have to say it, he could read it in his eyes when he looked at him again. Not good enough. That answer wasn’t good enough, not after all that had happened, all that he had done.

Trevor averted his gaze, then reached out again but stopped himself. Balled the hand into a fist, like he was ready to hit something – or hold something. When he finally looked at the boy with the messy hair, his face showed all kinds of expressions, from frustration to impatience, from annoyance to despair to pain.

His body was so tensed up, it felt like he was shaking – from withdrawal. And it was just like that.

“Because it’s you. You’re what’s missing. What’s been missing. The whole time. That piece of me that’s not me, that’s you. That what makes me complete. I fucking know it’s not perfect, more like the opposite of perfect, shit. Fuck! I know. But it’s everything. You’re everything. You’re why I can’t let go of you. You’re the reason why.”

Agitation in his voice, and his tone changed from yelling to a whisper, and almost broke at the end. Like he was afraid, and he was never afraid. Like this wasn’t enough, he was not enough. He was so used to charm others with words, but couldn’t find the right words when it mattered, for the one time it really mattered, he was lost for words.

“I’m lost without you.”

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Aaron Taylor-Johnson & Kaya Scodelario - Armani Passione Party, Venice 2024

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DREW STARKEY at the 81st Venice Film Festival (Sept. 3, 2024)

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I really need to see queer.

I need to see drew being topped. it's all I want rn. okay bye.

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@dcyswclking sent: “  the unfortunate truth is,  i think i’d forgive any flaw in a person if they loved me enough.  ” to anyone from evan

“That’s –“ bullshit, she almost said out of reflex, but she hesitated, and after a moment of silence, she continued, her voice lower, almost like a whisper, as if she wasn’t sure that she wanted him to hear it, “relatable.”

No one else was close who could hear them, and she doubted that anyone cared. They never cared what she did. They never took notice of her, it only made her pay more attention. She didn’t know why the blond pogue was sitting with her, instead of joining the others at the bonfire. She wasn’t sure why he was talking to her. And they had been talking for an hour or so. They weren’t complete strangers, she remembered that he used to be nice to her, he and her brother, when she was younger. Before she left the island, before she was homeschooled in Barbados or shipped off to an expensive boarding school in New England. Far far away from anyone.

Now Louisa was back on the island. And still far away from everyone.

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@theweredrifter sent:🐶 Chest/collarbone For Peter 🐶  Nuzzle my muse with their nose [specify a location]

It had been quiet for a while, he hadn’t seen anyone, no movements. It should be safe to go, but he wanted to wait a bit longer, just to be absolutely sure that they were nowhere near. So for minutes he stood at the corner of the building, in the shadow, one arm lightly wrapped around his companion, hand at the small of his back, so that he could either pull him close and shield him with his body if needed, or push him away, out of harm’s way. But there was no harm, no danger, just the quiet of the night.

And there was a movement, but not from the direction he was staring at. From the corner of his eyes, Peter saw Gabriel move closer. And then – shortly before he felt it – that scent filled his senses. A light touch that soon became more eager, as his own hand moved from the back into the other’s unruly hair. The nose touched his collarbone, that sensitive and vulnerable spot, causing sweet shivers. A groan escaped his mouth, he shut it close and it turned into a growl. But it wasn’t a warning. His hand buried in Gabriel’s hair whose face moved, and nose and lips and skin and hair touched his bare skin, his tank top cut low, allowing the other to reach his chest.

“Wait until we’re out of here, until we’re safe for the night…” A dark whisper and his breathing hitched.

A little voice told him they were safe, they were alone. But he would not risk it, he could not risk his safety for his own selfish desires.

Gripping the hair, he pulled Gabriel’s head up to look him in the eyes.

“Later.” And it sounded like a command – the alpha’s command.

But before the other could retreat, his mouth claimed Gabriel’s in a brief but fervent kiss.