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We don’t talk enough about how many of Lottie’s actions read as covert forms of self-harm and suicidal ideation. She allows Shauna to beat her within an inch of her life without flinching. She eagerly offers up her body for the others to eat if she dies. She stays eerily calm as Travis chokes her, as if she welcomes it. She’s visibly disappointed when she isn’t the chosen sacrifice in the Pit Girl hunt. She is so ready to be the first to drink from the potentially poisoned cup in the adult timeline. And when Callie shoves her down those stairs, she looks truly at peace.

I don’t think Lottie ever truly had a will to live, at least not in the way the others did. Her survival was never about herself; it was about giving everything she had to the group. She didn’t believe she was allowed to die until she had emptied herself completely in service of the people she loved. Her worth, in her eyes, was measured by how much of herself she could give away, how thoroughly she could be broken for the sake of others. Which is why it’s so heartbreaking when the other survivors treat Lottie like a martyr only when it suits them (when they’re starving for meaning or desperate for someone to pour their faith into) and then dismiss her as a liability once she has destroyed herself completely for them and has nothing more to give. They feed into the very belief that’s killing her: that her only value lies in her sacrifice and her pain.

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psa! i’m still here, i’ve been focusing on exams & redoing my multi lately, but i’ll be back here as soon as exams are over <3

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* 𐂂₊   |  |      @bledthrus,      ⎛   𝙻𝙰𝚄𝚁𝙰   𝙻𝙴𝙴   ⎠   ⤵

a   trail   of   blood   meanders   through   the   village   fields,   leaving   decay   &   death   in   its   wake.   through   the   forest   &   through   the   grass   a   figure   follows   the   guiding   light   of   a   beacon;   she   crawls   more   than   she   walks,   a   monstrosity   shaped   like   a   girl   in   a   traveling   circus   warping   mirror,   but   she   crawls   with   a   passion   surmounting   that   of   odysseus’   himself:   a   journey   back   home   in   determination.   a   destination   so   crucial   you   crawl   out   of   your   grave   for.

            everything   spins,   everything   aches:   the   feet,   limp   from   disuse.   the   palms   with   their   nail-beds   torn   out   in   despaired   attempts   to   stand   on   living   soil   under   the   moon-drunken   sky   once   more.   the   throat,   dry   &   aching   for   a   primeval   satiation,   for   a   reconstruction   of   WANT   journeying   in   innocence’s   hearse.

            a   shadow   of   black   hair   spills   in   cascades   over   the   once-white   burying   dress,   now   a   canvas   of   rot   &   bloodlust,   as   it   drapes   across   wooden   panels   of   THE   PARSONAGE.   the   beacon,   the   lantern   shining   through   turmoil   —   a   still-lit   lamp,   the   burning   of   oil   at   midnight   &   the   calling   of   a   hell’s   spawn,   a   saint’s   lover.   she   leaves   a   handprint   in   rich   reds   on   the   balcony   door   with   an   offering   in   scraped   innards   —   the   first   meal   of   unlife,   a   sinner’s   meat.   oh,   but   it   does   not   compare   to   the   sweetness   of   the   preacher’s   daughter’s   lovely   skin,   hidden   away   from   her   undeserving,   wretched   grasp   —   the   alabaster   white   lamb-skin,   an   innocence   lottie   would   swallow   whole   if   only   to   keep   her   forever.   find   me,   my   laura   lee.   find   me   now   —   find   me   always.

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❝   please.   ❞   the   word   comes   as   a   piteous   plea,   a   hushed   cry   for   sympathy   pried   away.   she   does   not   yield   nor   cower   against   the   sharp   edged   knife   that   nat’s   words   are,   only   takes   the   lashings   in   stoic   humility.   there   is   little   left   on   this   earth   to   still   anchor   lottie   to   it,   only   the   shreds   of   bloodied,   dry   innards   which   have   settled   in-between   the   PRISON   BARS   of   her   teeth,   a   sensation   not   unlike   a   wailing   reminder   hovering   above   each   whispered   word.   ❝   we’re   not   spilling   blood   —   we’re   looking   out   for   one   another.   ❞   eyes   shut   close;   the   sun’s   violent,   hitting   waves   &   the   cool   breeze   to   oppose   it   continue   to   SMOTHER   lottie’s   sense   of   here-and-now,   but   it’s   the   enthusiastic   chatter’s   echoing   all   the   way   from   the   camp   that   deals   the   lethal   blow,   the   gush   no   stitches   will   ever   hold.   ❝   [ . . . ]   i’m   not   ready   to   go   back   —   but   i’m   not   ready   to   lose   you   if   i   stay.   ❞

@doevoured asked: ❛ i don’t want to understand, i want you to stay. ❜

" jesus fucking christ, lottie, you don't need this tree - cult bullshit, " nat shot back, any real, barbed - edged indictment in her words smothered in just as much exasperation; just as much deep and twisting worry, for her teammate's fraying sanity, too.

" as soon as the guide tracks a course for the rescue point, I'm getting us home, " she resolved. ( whatever lottie's prayer circles and strange, esoteric offerings to the wilderness had fostered in the others — whatever influence she had over their camp of hand - built shelters and makeshift pastures, and over her — , natalie had never been more sure that she hadn't felt a single glimmer of hope until now. )

" lottie, " she implored. softer, this time, yet still rough, like knife - scored bark. " you don't have to keep spilling blood for this place. "

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no   chapel   stone   walls   can   contain   the   enormity   of   her   devotion   —   she   knows   that   now,   a   free   spirit   unbound   by   civility.   stained   glass   windows   &   crimson   votive   candle   are   man-made   gods,   weak   &   faithless.   still,   she   always   wounds   up   drawn   to   them:   blind   to   the   unceremonious   teachings,   yet   lured   by   the   rare   instances   of   true   belief;   like   christine   here.   lottie   didn’t   know   much   about   her,   only   that   the   girl   would   always   visit   between   mass   hours,   as   if   she   understood   her   prayer   was   not   a   spectacle,   but   true,   raw   sorrow.   ❝   my   apologies   —   i   hoped   i   wouldn’t   startle   you,   ❞   she   offers,   paused   in   the   open   doorway.

(  starter  call  )         CHRISTINE   &  LOTTIE         …       ft.     @doevoured   

𝓐     grief-stricken    girl,    christine    was    often    at    the    chapel,    fists    clasped    against    chest,    eyes    raised    above,    to    gods    &    angels    that    don't    listen.    yet,    she's    still    there,    tucked    in    the    very    corner    of    the    chapel,    bruised    knees    upon    rest,    not    because    she    believes,    but    because    she's    got    nowhere    to    go.    her    faith    is    hanging    on    by    a    thread,    yet    she    finds    herself    glued    to    the    very    cold    slab    of    wood.    as    if    this    devotion    would    bring    her    father    back    to    her.    she    knows    it    won't.    but    god,    she'd    do    anything    to    just    hear    his    voice    again.    &    as    she    was    about    to    finish    her    prayer,    the    doors    of    the    chapel    hinge    open,    the    sound    unpleasant,    making    her    jump    up.     

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sorry for the oocposting but ....... does anyone know and can recommend some nice, detailed & exhaustive character bio templates?

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🧺* ― 𝑭𝑶𝑳𝑲 𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺.

001, a deserted road with only one house.

002, a circle of standing stones perched atop a desolate hill.

003, an old patio with creaking floorboards and a swing.

004, a small cathedral in the middle of nowhere.

005, an abandoned barn.

006, a slaughter house at the outskirts of town.

007, the woods but all the trees are marked and maybe you are too.

008, a wild and overgrown yard in an otherwise very suburban neighborhood.

009, a gas station in the middle of the night.

010, branch tents in the woods.

011, behind a clothesline in the morning hours.

012, hay bales under a blue sky in the summer.

013, the nearby sea with skeleton floating.

014, the empty grave in a forest.

015, a rusty red metal gate on a meadow.

016, a house situated in a field of overgrown grass.

017, a tree in a wooded area adorned with numerous animal skulls and bones. 

018, an old, rustic barn with tire swings hanging from the rafters

019, a set dining table with floral arrangement positioned near a body of water.

020, a chicken coop that smells of rot.

021, an open field surrounded by scarecrows.

022, a bus stop in the middle of nowhere.

023, a paddock at night.

024, a tractor in front of a corn field.

025, an unguarded barn that is too quiet to be trustworthy.

026, an empty church/cathedral at night.

027, a perched hill with dry, brown earth.

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moots. i shall never open ims again out of the fear ... have my discord <3

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is it because i spammed five inboxes today </3 or because my vampire hunter threatened to hunt my friends’ vampire oc? or do they just hate me for lenora’s whimsy and crimes???

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* 𐂂₊   |  |      @waywate,      ⎛   𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽   ⎠   ⤵    ➤      [ INCOMING   —   ethan w. ]   ➡   why are you still awake ?

[ TEXT   —   ethan w. ] :      i took a nap in the afternoon. [ TEXT   —   ethan w. ] :      didn’t really feel like sleeping. [ TEXT   —   ethan w. ] :      why are you awake ?

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝑻𝑬𝑳𝑬𝑷𝑯𝑶𝑵𝑬 .    (  a  collection  of  texting prompts.  feel free to change phrasing.  potentially mature content within.  )

[ TXT ] : why are you still awake?

[ TXT ] : hey, where did you go?

[ TXT ] : it's getting bad again.

[ TXT ] : guess i'll just sit in bed. alone. by myself.

[ TXT ] : you can't ignore me forever.

[ TXT ] : i can't stop thinking about you.

[ TXT ] : just saw i called you last night. how'd that go?

[ TXT ] : i really need someone right now.

[ TXT ] : we need to make plans asap.

[ TXT ] : have you seen the news?

[ TXT ] : you were blackout drunk.

[ TXT ] : testing to see if you blocked my number...

[ TXT ] : do you know anything about doing stitches?

[ TXT ] : just please let me know you're okay.

[ TXT ] : did you forget we had plans?

[ TXT ] : i know you see my messages, your read receipts are on.

[ TXT ] : meet me at [ location ], it's important.

[ TXT ] : do you need comfort, to vent, or a solution?

[ TXT ] : is there anything i should bring?

[ TXT ] : call me. please, it's important.

[ TXT ] : i can't sleep.

[ TXT ] : have you eaten today?

[ TXT ] : you are always going to be my priority.

[ TXT ] : i haven't seen you around in awhile.

[ TXT ] : i had a dream about you last night.

[ TXT ] : the names are gonna get mean if you don't text me back.

[ TXT ] : at the risk of sounding cliche, what are you wearing?

[ TXT ] : just say the word and i'll drop everything.

[ TXT ] : do you seriously not remember?

[ TXT ] : come to the front door.

[ TXT ] : have you been drinking?

[ TXT ] : how do you feel after last night?

[ TXT ] : are you up? please be up.

[ TXT ] : you looked beautiful today.

[ TXT ] : i have so much to tell you.

[ TXT ] : no one's heard from you. are you okay?

[ TXT ] : who is this?

[ TXT ] : are you taking care of yourself?

[ TXT ] : thought i'd reach out and see how you're doing.

[ TXT ] : i miss the taste of your lips.

[ TXT ] : that kiss was really nice.

[ TXT ] : stop acting so high and mighty.

[ TXT ] : i left my [ item ] at your place.

[ TXT ] : are we still fighting?

[ TXT ] : i need help and i can't go to the hospital.

[ TXT ] : are you thinking about me too?

[ TXT ] : call me, i wanna hear your voice.

[ TXT ] : i don't want to talk to you.

[ TXT ] : what do you have to lose?

[ TXT ] : you don't have to ask, i'm already on my way.

[ TXT ] : i want to take a nap on you.

[ TXT ] : even if you called 6 months later at 3am, i'd answer.

[ TXT ] : what's my name in your phone?

[ TXT ] : how's trying to forget about me going?

[ TXT ] : i have nobody else to ask.

[ TXT ] : what do you mean you're at the hospital??

[ TXT ] : sorry, i think you have the wrong number.

[ TXT ] : good morning! you up yet?

[ TXT ] : do i sense sarcasm in your tone?

[ TXT ] : you start your day at 2pm?

[ TXT ] : you need MY help?

[ TXT ] : stop texting me.

[ TXT ] : i'll leave that up to your imagination.

[ TXT ] : are you asking me to sneak out?

[ TXT ] : when will i see you again?

[ TXT ] : if you come over, i'll order us a pizza.

[ TXT ] : are we ever going to talk about it?

[ TXT ] : can you come get me out of here?

[ TXT ] : you mean like ... a BODY - body?

[ TXT ] : it's just been one thing after another lately.

[ TXT ] : forgiving and forgetting is harder than it sounds.

[ TXT ] : i want your legs wrapped around my head.

[ TXT ] : call me when you wake up.

[ TXT ] : what are you doing that's more important than me?

[ TXT ] : i'm out of town right now.

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it   lingers   longer   &   dwells   deeper   than   anything   she   had   been   told   before:   i   believe   you   soaking   through   each   crevice   of   her   bone   &   marrow.   the   very   thrill   —   the   recognition   —   lottie   had   found   herself   chasing   all   her   life,   albeit   unknowingly.   her   index   finger   digs   into   the   soil,   idle   in   the   circles   it   sketches   onto   the   earth’s   canvas.   she   likes   this   god   of   laura   lee’s   better   than   that   her   family   had   been   preaching   about,   a   strict   &   scolding   wretch   who   tolerates   no   misbehavior.   that   was   THE   GOD   OF   HYPOCRITES,   whose   shadow   only   ever   loomed   when   it   was   useful   to   the   case.   [   she’s   out   of   her   mind,   don’t   you   see   ?   what   have   you   done,   stupid   fool,   to   anger   the   heavens   like   that   ?   /   stop   thrashing.   this   is   for   your   own   good   —   have   a   little   faith,   girl.   ]   but   this   ?   this   is   a   god   that   LOVES,   one   that   looks   &   doesn’t   turn   away   when   it   is   the   convenient   thing   to   do.   one   who   looks   horror   in   the   eye,   so   that   others   don’t   have   to.   someone   laura   lee   has   faith   in   —   &   so,   lottie   trusts   blindly   too.

            ❝   [ . . . ]   right.   ❞   the   conviction   in   her   voice   is   a   fickle   thing,   a   moon   in   waning.   it’s   not   quite   right;   but   it   is   as   close   to   right   as   it   gets.   after   all,   this   is   a   mind   beyond   hope   for   repair   —   there   is   only   so   much   even   an   all-knowing   SAINT   can   make   of   it.   ❝   [ . . . ]   i   think   it’s   a   good   thing,   that   we’re   out   here.   i   don’t   know   why   —   it   doesn’t   want   us   to   leave,   but—   ❞   speech   halts,   voice   coarse   from   the   water   her   throat   aches   for.   the   water   stored   in   a   few   buckets,   the   hope   that   all   the   girls   so   dearly   cling   to.   she   has   only   taken   a   few   sips   in   the   past   days,   as   though   others   hungered   for   it   more.   she   isn’t   any   less   worthy   of   the   privilege,   she   knows   it.   still,   lottie   wilts   like   a   flower   unwatered   so   that   others   can   bloom.   ❝   [ . . . ]   but   i   don’t   think   there’s   malice   in   it.   does   that   make   sense   ?   ❞

laura  lee  watches  lottie  move  with  bated  breath.   eyes  are  wide  and  do  not  stray  as  lottie  lifts  herself  up  off  the  shared  log  with  a  level  of  grace  that  laura  lee  has  always  observed  from  afar.   she  counts  herself  lucky  that  she  gets  to  be  privvy  to  it  in  private,   in  moments  that  are  kept  just  betwen  the  two  of  them.   the  other  girls  wouldn't  understand  their  bond,   this  laura  lee  knows.   it  goes  far  beyond  just  friends,   just  teammates.   lottie  is  her  closest  and  most  direct  line  to  god  out  here  without  the  four  walls  of  her  church  back  home  and  the  pastor  who's  sermons  she  used  to  miss.   she  hopes  it's  not  a  sin  to  miss  it  less  than  she  craves  the  service  that  she's  found  in  the  woods  at  lottie's  side.   she  knows  that  lottie  has  been  gifted  visions  from  god  Himself,   and  to  her,   this  is  far  more  credibility  than  any  clerical  collar  worn  or  any  verse  memorized.   she  frowns  once  lottie  has  finally  sat  and  spoken  further.   if  not  a  vision,   what  much  else  is  there ?

she  takes  little  convincing  to  move  off  the  log  once  a  glance  is  sent  her  way.   laura  lee  lifts  herself  up,   takes  great  care  in  moving  to  lottie's  side  and  sitting  down,   legs  crossed  and  knee  pressed  comfortably  against  lottie's.   she  watches  every  movement  in  her  messiah's  face,   every  line  that  creases  as  she  speaks.   watching  closely  to  make  sure  every  single  little  part  of  lottie's  message  makes  it  right  to  her.   she  smiles  back  when  lottie  does,   gentle  and  encouraging.   convincing  her  to  keep  going,   to  tell  her  every  feeling  that  lingers  deep  within  her.   she  leaves  lottie's  words  in  silence  for  just  a  moment,   letting  the  words  roll  over  in  her  head  before  she  sets  a  delicate  hand  over  top  of  lottie's.   smiling,   laura  lee  tells  her,   ❝  i  believe  you.  ❞   voice  earnest,   eyebrows  knit  together  as  she  pieces  together  the  puzzle  that  is  lottie  matthews.   ❝  like   maybe  we're  meant  to  be  here.   like  maybe  this  is  god's  plan  for  us,   for  us  to  learn  who  we  really  are.   right ?  ❞   voice  tilts  up,   almost  hesitant  as  she  tries  to  find  the  meaning  she  knows  is  there,   that  she  knows  lottie  has  left  for  her  to  discover.   because  lottie  trusts  her  to  understand,   just  as  much  as  laura  lee  trusts  her  to  guide  her  and  the  rest  of  their  team.   and  to  laura  lee,   this  means  something.

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* 𐂂₊   |  |      @brinaspells,      ⎛   𝚂𝙰𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙰   ⎠   ⤵    ➤      ❝   admit   it,   you’d   have   taken   a   bite   out   of   eden,   too.   ❞

❝   does   it   truly   matter   ?   ❞   dark   eyes   land   somewhere   far-off,   gaze   unfocused   &   aimed   in   the   direction   of   something   distant   —   lottie   pays   little   mind   to   the   other   girl,   her   attention   a   captive   to   her   fractured   thoughts   instead.   ❝   what   i   would   have   done,   were   things   different   ?   ❞   for   they   aren’t   —   they   live   in   the   now,   not   the   what-if.   a   curl   twists   the   corners   of   her   chapped   lips   heavenward,   amusement   drawn   from   something   that   remains   yet   undisclosed.   ❝   i   would   have   swallowed   eden   whole,   if   i   thought   it   a   reasonable   thing   to   do.   how   about   that   ?   ❞

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[ TEXT   —   wells ] :      huh ? of course not [ TEXT   —   wells ] :      it was a very normal dream [ TEXT   —   wells ] :      don’t worry about it [ TEXT   —   wells ] :      were you planning to visit the woods anytime soon ?

| | | @doevoured, ⁽ lottie ₎ 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱: | ░ -> 𝓠. TXT: i had a dream about you last night.

[ sms -> lots ] : aw, little old me? [ sms -> lots ] : ok don't get me wrong, usually i'd be flattered ... [ sms -> lots ] : but first i feel like i gotta ask— [ sms -> lots ] : was it one of your -scary- dreams?

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* 𐂂₊   |  |      @carnagebled,      ⎛   𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺𝙸𝙴   ⎠   ⤵    ➤      ❝   i   want   to   try   &   be   terrific.   even   for   an   hour.   ❞

the   smile   fading   in   onto   lottie’s   face   treads   a   thin   line   between   understanding   &   apologetic.   ❝   i   know.   ❞   a   creak   comes,   the   groan   of   the   wooden   trunk   they   had   claimed   for   a   forest   bench,   as   she   shifts   in   the   seat;   a   sharp   rustling,   a   dried   pine   branch   caught   in   her   dress.   lottie   pays   it   no   mind.   the   hand,   formerly   a   steady   caress   on   jackie’s   shoulder,   now   falls   back   to   her   side,   hung   idly.   ❝   but   TERRIFIC   is   not   what   they   need   now.   ❞   they   —   not   we;   she’ll   cope   either   way,   whether   it   brings   her   to   peace   or   ruin.   in   others,   she   wishes   she   had   that   much   faith.   ❝   they   need   someone   reliable   —   someone   like   you.   so   go   &   be   that,   jackie.   they   all   believe   in   you;   &   so   do   i.   ❞

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* 𐂂₊   |  |      @gunsmiths,      ⎛   𝙰   𝙿𝙴𝙴𝙺   𝙰𝚃   𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃’𝚂   𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙳𝙴   . . .   ⎠   ⤵    ➤      [ 𝟎𝟔. ] :      lottie’s   bedside   table   drawer.

a   tube   of   oud   &   amber   scented   hand   cream.

a   large   scented   candle:   cedar,   oakmoss,   sandalwood   &   black   pepper.

melatonin   pills,   one   used   up   bottle   &   one   half-emptied,   as   well   as   a   bottle   of   ibuprofen.

a   brown   leather   journal   bought   with   the   intention   of   writing   down   dreams   &   visions   —   she   had   written��  down   to   entries   (both   in   forms   of   letters   addressed   to   a   lost,   dear   friend   of   hers)   before   giving   up.

a   bottle   of   aquaphor.

a   set   of   yellow   sticky   notes   with   the   current   phone   numbers   &   addresses   of   all   the   plane   crash   survivors,   as   well   as   the   families   of   the   deceased   ones.

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A  PEAK  AT  WHAT’S  INSIDE  THEIR          .    .    .

[  *  ]      writing prompt      )         :             send a number  1 - 30  to take a closer look inside this characters life.        /        below you will find a series of various prompts offering a look inside a characters every day life.        these are meant to invoke character development     &     can also be altered as seen fit to better suit the character in question.         bonus if you explain why it’s there!

01.     pockets. 02.     bag   /   purse. 03.     car trunk. 04.     car glovebox. 05.     closet. 06.     bedside table drawer. 07.     medicine cabinet. 08.     wallet. 09.     “junk” drawer. 10.     pantry. 11.     phone home screen. 12.     frequently used emojis. 13.     to do list. 14.     computer home screen. 15.     bookcase. 16.     cd collection. 17.     calendar for this month. 18.     “secret” hiding spot. 19.     five most recent in contact list.  20.     refrigerator.  21.     home safe.  22.     amazon shopping cart.  23.     bank account.  24.     first aid kit.  25.     five most recent in google search history.  26.     most used playlist.  27.     least used playlist.  28.     five most recent sent text messages  29.     five most recent received text messages  30.     netflix watch history.