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❛ i never meant to hurt you. you have to believe me. ❜ — hunter.

“i know.”

even now, marci’s pressed almost too close, arm flung around his middle, cheek pressed against his shoulder, golden eyes owlish, craned up to look at him. there’s always a risk when he’s covered in blood, high strung, all high stakes and leftover adrenaline that makes him shake and blurs the line of WHO is the monster in this situation. hunter comes to marci covered in blood, bruised and battered, more than often grinning. all guts, all glory. and marci takes him in, lets him grasp against her waist, stain her shirts with the blood of people marci never knew. 

tonight it was a rag against an open cut on his forehead, hunter’s hand instinctively jerking out, grasping her wrist hard enough to bruise. a small ‘—ow’ from her, immediately making him slink in onto himself, letting go of marci’s wrist, sinking in on himself, apologies slipping through his lips like a mantra, leaning away from the embodiment. it took a while for her to finish, pressing a kiss to his nose, pressing a bandaid on his forehead, eventually coaxing him to her room, hand slipped into his.

she shifts on her bed, rolls over until she’s on top of him, her gaze averts down to the crest tattooed on his chest, just for a moment. marci kisses his mouth, hands coming to cradle against his cheeks. presses her forehead against his, careful of the bandaid pressed against his skin.

“i know, sweet boy. it’s alright. i’m fine. i love you. it was an accident - you gotta stop. carrying all this guilt.”

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he was a man of pride, and he had too much of it. why he was asking a stranger for help in the middle of the night was beyond him, but he stood leaning on their door frame regardless. his breathing was ragged, his hand pressed down on the gash that stained his shirt with a blooming crimson. the rush of adrenaline had yet to subside. 

with three loud bangs on the door, he waited impatiently. he would never admit it, but he felt anxious for what could happen. he didn't think that strangers would take well to a bloodied man asking for medical assistance, after all.

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he enters the store, making the chimes on the door ring- but no one greets him. no one notices him. he pockets his hands as he enters ( something so sharp and so dangerous can't be around things so delicate ) and clears his throat. still, the person in front of him is preoccupied by something else. she continues to dance. with knit brows, he scoffs and strides towards where she stands. the faint sound of tears for fears vibrate against her large headphones, and hunter finds himself sneering. the customer service in the store? it's terrible.

"excuse me." his voice is almost authoritative, full of confidence and a hint of harshness. there is still no reply. with a heavy sigh, he reaches out to tap the girl on her shoulder. he tries again. "excuse me. i'm looking for something."  

really – don’t mind her. dancing and twirling around her aunts’ antique shop, cautiously cleaning off vases; really, it’s a dangerous situation at best. music blaring through her headphones, audible to anyone that would even enter the shop. but, in her defense, marci doesn’t really expect people to come in this late- the sun bleeding into the horizon, over the edge of the buildings. maybe marci needs a distraction- incessant dreams, someone who looms over her in dreams she can’t fully remember, just his face. always his face. maybe it’s nothing, but it itches at her, kermit’s knowing grins or hanah’s worried looks. hanah says they have bigger fish to fry - the worry about hunters knowing of embodiments, knowing about nex and asha. 

but marci’s just twenty. she’s been like this, an embodiment, for less than six months. her powers are emotional, but that’s another story. really, marci has a lot to think about. and music is blaring from her headphones, she’s cleaning vases, dancing where she stands. so, you’ll have to excuse that she doesn’t notice him come in.

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i don’t have all my muse pages/bios up and updated but i wanna try and get back into the groove of things? so like for a starter please!

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me: *listening to britney spears’ “toxic” while staring blankly at my popcorn ceiling* if no one is around to witness me do i really exist

ᵇʳᶦᵗᶰᵉʸ﹕ ᵗᵒᵒ ʰᶦᵍʰ⋅⋅ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵈᵒʷᶰ⋅⋅ ᶫᵒˢᶦᶰᵍ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ˢᵖᶦᶰᶰᶦᶰ ʳᵒᵘᶰᵈ ᵃᶰᵈ ʳᵒᵘᶰᵈ

me at myself: you’re witnessing yourself

ᵇʳᶦᵗᶰᵉʸ﹕ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶦ ᶫᵒᵛᵉ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒ⋅⋅ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵗᵒˣᶦᶜ⋅⋅

me: damn okay go off

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– you say –                   you hate him but the { w a y } you                                    ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ        –  its so clear – even when you                           { h a t e } him                                               yᴏᴜ ѕᴛɪʟʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ

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i want a cute lil angel princess sugar plum fairy meets neighbourhood bad boy who spends 99% of his time being bitter n angry whilst partying and wrecking things that aren’t his to wreck n they meet at her first ever house party that was supposed to be a small gathering for her 17th/18th or wHatever n it ends up getting crashed by him and his arrogant asshole friends but he sees her drunk and crying in the bathroom because shes scared her parents will flip out over the state her house is in n he usually doesnt care but oh my god she’s so cute and she doesn’t deserve this so he kicks everyone out and offers to stay and help clean up but then he drunkenly crashes in her bed with her n maybe somethin happens or maybe not but somethin defintiely happens down the line cuz he put his bad boy rep on the line by breaking off a super cool party for the crying damsel in distress au

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psa. i want to roleplay against your muses who most people over look. i want to roleplay against your little hidden gems who never get enough attention. i want to roleplay against your first draft muses and watch them turn into the final copy. i want to roleplay against the muses who have a different backstory, the muses with underused face claims, the muses who aren’t good people, the muses who are possibly too good. the muses that you feel like are neglected… let me love them.

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this is my fratsona. his name is Chad and he’s a business major with a minor in economics. he’s a part of the phi kappa pi clan and has +16 speed when he unironically wears his adidas brand weed socks

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I’m a high school lover

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Your Graduation // Modern Baseball

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my favorite trope is the ‘place slowly becomes home, people slowly become family’ trope

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sorry i haven’t been around, my mental health has been Wonky! the past few days... hopefully it gets better soon so i can reply to im’s and make those starters