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annalise;

“Oh, just what I wanted.” The sarcasm could be detected from ten miles away. “A visit from a Ghostie. Which are you? Past, Present or Future?”

        “You’d know if I was a ghost.” Flint said as he emerged from the shadows. “I was sent to find you and you know why.” 

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veronica;

            HAD  LEFT  CAR  ABOUT  TWO  BLOCKS  BACK    ,     MAKING  sure  that  the     new  driver  couldn’t  really  follow  her .           arms  were  crossed  across  chest   ,         an  eyebrow  raised  in  the  direction  of  the  other .        ❝     OUCH  .          here  i  was  thinking  you’d  be  THANKFUL  for  the  business  from  someone  other  than  an  out  of  control  addict .        ❞          there  is  a  pause   ,        a  quick  glance  over  shoulder .     PARANOIA  still  rang  high  ,        even  felt  s a f e r  in  darkened  new  york  streets .            ❝      &     BESIDES  ,           at  least  you  know  my  payments  would  go  through .      ❞

       He noticed the fear that plagued her mind. The thought of being followed and caught in the act of purchasing drugs from the dealer himself was just enough to put the right about of paranoia in one’s day. But there was something about her that made his own anxiety spike, something that made this whole exchange feel like a bad outcome. “Unfortunately for you, Lodge. I sold my last few sticks. Seems those out of control addicts got to me first.” 

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cheryl;

“Something? So threatening,” her eyes rolled, letting her shoulders adjust back with a slightly sarcastic pout on her lips. “Personally, I’d go for a threat with a little more edge. Now I’m just tempted.”

      “Ghoulie threats are more than just words.” He stepped a bit closer, shouldered arched. “Ever wonder why Jughead really joined the Serpents?”

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jughead;

Family. Everyone on the South Side liked to throw that around, but he wasn’t so sure the Ghoulies thought about it the same way he and the Serpents did. “Get to the point,” he said in that same sharp tone. His interests in a moralist speech from the older boy was low.

       Jughead’s anger itself seemed to put Flint on edge but, he came here to talk to the prince of the Serpents not to fight. A sigh as he felt somewhat defenseless without a way out. It made his anxiety set off all the alarms in his head. “I’m not going to apologize on behalf of the Ghoulies, if that’s what you’re thinking.” His hand went into his pockets, sweating already. “And you don’t need to be so angry. I just came to talk.” 

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veronica;

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“Welcome to RIVERDALE HIGH,” The words left her mouth, a little less enthused to see their group join in the crowd. “– Veronica Lodge, pleasure.”

       They had been moved to the better high school. South Side High was being shut down they said and without a second thought, kids were shoved into the new one; Flint included. A glance down at the girl introducing herself. Lodge, she was famous for what her dad did. “Flint.” He said. “Don’t worry, we won’t be a thorn in your side much...” He stepped closer, already feeling her discomfort. “Unless you start to meddle.” 

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meme | @ghovlie​ ACCEPTING 5. My muse coming to yours after they’ve been critically injured.

BANG! 

        The gun fired from those around him. This wasn’t the serpents, no. They were never affiliated with guns. Flint had been walking home, alone. A poor decision on his part since everyone and their mothers were after the ghoulies and their infamous trade. The more jingle jangle they made, the more enemies they created. Flint was trapped and worse, he might die. Terror built up inside him as he ducked from another shot that was fired. Eyes flying for an exit, somewhere where he could feel safe. His eyes fell on an alleyway and his hopes that it wasn’t a dead end. 

       He sprinted as fast as he could. Hearing the gun continue to go off with bullets flying past his ears. He was almost there, a few more feet and he’d make it to the closed walls of exit. The darkness around him enclosed as the streetlight seemed to almost flicker out as he neared the entrance of his exit. A light flickered on, dim but helpful in the case to see his attacker’s faces. The bricked walls seemed to close around his world as he ran. His breath catching in his throat as he looked back to see if he was being chased. 

BANG! 

       A bullet hit him. Right in his hip. It shocked his whole body and he went tumbling to the ground. Concret slid against his skin as he came skipping to a halt in the spotlight of the the dimly lit motion detected light. He laid there for a moment; breathing. The pain had yet to hit him if he dared move. He was forced to, though. As the jacket of the ghoulies, a patchy jean, was ripped from his body, he howled in pain. Crimson stains covered the back of it; still dripping with his blood, still wet. He looked up to see his attackers surrounding him and for a split second he wished something would kick in to possibly help him fight off or get away from these people. But he watched in disbelief as they tore his jacket in half. Ripping the seams of the patches and pulling at the spikes. It fell to his face and they walked away with laughter that filled the silence. 

       He laid there for a few moments as tears started to fill his eyes. He didn’t know a gang to be so violent and take the life of human being. The hatred they had for his gang—his family—seemed to overlook the soul changing power of taking a human life. Flint moved. A hand pressed to the open wound that was now gushing blood. The side of the brick wall was his support. His surroundings were familiar. Too far from home but not far from somewhere else. A breath, two, three and he pushed himself to stand. A cry left his lips as he leaned against the wall. And it took him a few minutes to regain the little strength he had to begin to move his feet. Every step seemed to shoot pain through his entire body. 

       By the time he had gotten to her house, he had nearly fallen a few times. Blood soaked his shirt as sweat soaked his forehead. A hand reached up and, with the last remaining energy he got from whatever adrenaline rush, he bashed on the door. Hard enough for the neighbors to hear. And then he slipped down, his butt hitting the welcome mat. His body leaning against the door. 

       His eyes were beginning to close when he felt his body move when the door opened. His head hit floor and made his world spin. “Help..” he croaked. 

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Basic Angst Starters

because sometimes what’s left to the imagination is much more terrifying.

“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” “I just heard something… Something bad…” “Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” “What’s all this blood?!” “Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!” “You should probably sit down for this.” “Please tell me you forgive me!” “I can’t live without you!” “Oh god, It was a mistake coming here… I’m sure of it.” “What the hell happened to you?!” “Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for hours!” “You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore!” “I knew not to trust you!” “What’s that in your bag…? Is that–? Tell me it’s not!” “Is this what a dislocated shoulder feels like?!” “How could you do this to me?!” “Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare!” “I feel weird… what was in that drink…?” “I don’t want to leave you, but you’re not really giving me another option.” “Please… you’re scaring me…” “Ssh, I heard something again. How aren’t you hearing it? It was loud… and getting closer.” “Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet.” “I came as soon as I could! Did he/she get to you already?” “I don’t know whether I want to do this. I don’t know whether I CAN do this.” “Do you remember anything?” “You have to tell me who did this to you!” “No, no, I’m not alright. I’m definitely not alright.” “What’s your fucking problem?!” “Are you crying?” “You’re freaking me out! Please calm down!” “I’m leaving. And I’m not intending to come back.” “You… are dying?” “Did you drink the whole bottle while tripping? Seriously?” “Do you have a deathwish or something? Jesus!” “Ever been held at gunpoint? Want to know what it feels like?” “Stop screaming! Shh, calm down! You have to keep quiet!” “When’s the last time you slept?”.

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Who doesn’t love soul-crushing angst? Send me a 💔 and I’ll generate a number, 1-75, and post a starter based on what scenario I get. 

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Not-doing-too-good sentence starters

“Whoa, are you okay?”

“You took that hit pretty hard…”

“Don’t stand up yet.”

“That definitely looks broken…”

“Walk it off.”

“How are you feeling?”

“When was the last time you slept?”

“You look like shit.”

“Have you been eating enough?”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Why are you limping?”

“You’re really pale…”

“Did you just go throw up?”

“Why aren’t you eating?”

“______? You’re bleeding…really bad.”

“That looks infected.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”

“I told you you’d get sick.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Wake up–you were hyperventilating, are you okay?”

“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”

“Look at me–you’re safe.”

“Take a deep breath.”

“Are you bleeding?!”

“How’d you get a bruise like that?”

“What happened?”

“Let me help you!”

“Can you hear me?”

“You hit your head pretty hard.”

“Don’t move.”

“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”

“Breathe.”

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jughead;

“Really?” The single word, skeptical and dry, dropped from his curled lips. He eyed the taller boy with heavy disdain, and a weary caution. “About what? Your little death stick business?” 

      “Look,” Flint started. “That business isn’t what we really are. The Ghoulies.. they’re my family. So don’t go throwing shit around thinking you know everything.” 

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‘ you’re shivering. ’

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    Flint was never a fan of the cold. Being only able to afford a simple jacket and scarf, he wasn’t ready for the harsh winters that came to crush the warm that lingered in Riverdale. It had reached below freezing and somehow Flint found himself outside a closed flower shop. With her kind heart, he knew she wouldn’t say no to housing him until the night turned into day. He had yet the memory of how he wondered himself to such a place. His arms clung to his body as he shook; shivering. His teeth rattling. 

     “Yeah, I can see that.” He hissed under his breath which could be seen with every word spoken.“…Can I come in?” 

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       “So you’re the one that messed everything up.” Flint said lowly, leaning against the side of the wall. “You’re the one that sent Malachai to prison. Big boy jail along with half my friends.” 

@sweetlycourageous | sc. 

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