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this blog is moving!

hey, as i've mentioned, i'm splitting up offier. many of the muses on here are moving to my general multi bitgrls. additionally, abigail is being moved to heirhaunted and that blog is now the admin for bitgrls.

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ancestral blood stains a daughter's ivory hand...

HEIRHAUNTED. a selective goode original character based on leigh janiak's fear street trilogy. features crossover verses. by ant (she/they). template. psd.

[offier]

this blog is moving!

hey, as i've mentioned, i'm splitting up offier. many of the muses on here are moving to my general multi bitgrls. additionally, abigail is being moved to heirhaunted and that blog is now the admin for bitgrls.

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SHAUNA SHIPMAN YELLOWJACKETS | 3.03

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SHAUNA SHIPMAN YELLOWJACKETS 201: Friends, Romans, Countrymen

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the band kid and the cheerleader

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me when i joke about something and then genuinely consider it

*the ones being moved would be deena, simon, tommy, joey, and maybe kate, ryan, and sam

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me when i joke about something and then genuinely consider it

*the ones being moved would be deena, simon, tommy, joey, and maybe kate, ryan, and sam

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@bravevolunteer: sometimes you don't know what you want 'til you learn what you don't. (for abigail)

robin starters / accepting

Abigail's quiet for a moment. Trying to seem contemplative when in reality she's scrambling to think of something to say. The words feel incredible accurate to her, she's spent her whole life finding out what she didn't want. And of course, there's something she's always had a pretty good idea of what she wanted, even if she doesn't talk about her...preferences. All the money and influence her family has gets her a lot, of course, but ultimate, she knows she's not going to actually get her wants met. Not when her wants are things like that.

She knows she probably should deflect away from the more serious discussion with something lighter; a tried and true method to get out of this sort of thing. But any redirections she can think of feel cheap, and while she can't say she doesn't hold back at all with Michael, she definitely holds back less.

"That makes sense." She looks down, fidgeting slightly with her fingers and bracelet. "I think we always kind of know what we want, it's more that we learn how badly we want it," she pauses, "I don't know if that made sense."

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me when i joke about something and then genuinely consider it

*the ones being moved would be deena, simon, tommy, joey, and maybe kate, ryan, and sam

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should i just convert/move this blog for an abigail solo? probably, but tumblr has that old url hostage so i wont be doing that

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HAVANA ROSE LIU for the hollywood reporter

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Time has a tendency to blur and fold in on itself. She's not sure if this a her thing or if all of them feel like that. As much as she tries to keep an eye on the sun's position and pay attention to what's going on, her ability to keep track of the passage of time fails her. She had just been trying to step away for a second when the familiar hazy feeling started to seep in. She startles when she hears Michael's voice, pulled out of it. She feels achy—how long had she been standing there?

She should have told Michael she was stepping away for a moment, with everything he's been through, but she really hadn't thought she'd be long. "Oh," she starts, reaching towards him. Trying to use a brief moment contact to ground herself. "No, it's alright. I was just heading back." A pretty obvious lie, considering the state he found her in. She pauses for a second, and with a moment of hesitation, speaks again. "Did you hear that? The uh..." As she starts to come up with a way to describe it, she realizes how stupid it sounds. "Never mind, it's alright. We should head back."

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53. i don't smoke — mitski

MICHAEL DOESN'T QUITE... know how much time has passed ( none of them do, though, right? All they have is the rise and fall of the sun ), but it was easy for him to notice Abigail's absence from the group. He let it be for a bit, figuring she deserves her space. They've been sleeping in the same hut since... they've spent a lot of time together, and he's still present enough to know he hasn't been the easiest to deal with lately ( ignoring the fact that they've both been spiraling— he's noticed the nightmares, the words that don't quite make sense, the visions ).

Still, as the moments passed, the more anxiety began to curdle in his stomach. Despite the threat of each other growing more present... one of them could just as easily get lost, and Michael just needs to know nothing happened. He pushes himself up, walks around the outskirts of their makeshift shelters a bit, before finally catching a glimpse of her. It's an area off to the side, out of sight from where anyone could see without taking a loop around, but... close by, entirely normal ( by their absolutely fucked standards now ). "Uh— hey." Michael... lingers where he stands. "Sorry if you wanted to be alone for a bit, I'll go, just— don't leave me alone wondering where you are, you know? Anything could happen here."