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[onebigerror]

@fragmcntdstars

what a fool her brother was now. it must be nice to live in a life where poker games and planning parties were top priority in your life. if stu were to tell tamryn such nonsense she might be tempted to just spit in his face after laughing at him. it’s a damn good thing that he didn’t just decide to send her an invitation on a whim to let her know that he was alive. that would have been much worse for him than this encounter and on a massively larger scale with more people to cause a scene in front of. the fact of the matter was that tamryn didn’t even want to leave his doorstep when she was ushered inside, she had things to say and she didn’t care who heard what. she did not care about stu - or richard - and making things easier for him. she did not care about him. at least that was the lie she tried to tell herself. it wouldn’t take much for him to easily see through that facade. 

she wasn’t sure why she didn’t punch him right there on the doorstep. that had been her plan. everything just happened so fast. the shock of finally seeing him face to face rendered her speechless for a moment but that wouldn’t last long. especially when he dared to tell her that she needed to calm down. “calm down?” she was livid all over again and ready to strike. “how fucking dare you! you have more nerve than i thought. don’t fucking touch me.” something old tamryn would have never told stu. she watched him as he went to the fancy coffee maker. she wouldn’t even know how to use one of those useless things. “why should i allow you anything? you’re a fucking liar. your whole life is a lie.” still she was starting to calm down a little so that was something. 

she took a seat at the table and continued to glare at him. “just so you know i won’t take anything you try to give me. i’m not that stupid.” fuck that. he could have coffee. tamryn wouldn’t take a goddamn thing from him. “i know your secret now, richard. i can’t trust you not to want to get rid of me too.” it was true. she didn’t know him anymore. she hadn’t in a long time. part of her wondered if she ever really had known him. he’d committed all those murders with billy and erin right there under her nose and she hadn’t even suspected them. maybe he would kill her and that would be the end of it. it would all come full circle. tamryn couldn’t say that she minded all that much. he’d be putting her out of her misery because what she’d been doing since stu ‘died’ couldn’t really be considered living. “fine.” she muttered. she wanted to hear what he had to say. she’d come all the way to new york so she might as well hear him out. 

         after  weeks  of  avoiding  the  poker  games  (  never  on  purpose  ,  just  through  coincidence  )  ,  stu  had  spent  nearly  the  entire  night  at  patterson's  place  .   was  he  complaining  ?   fuck  no  .   it  was  always  nice  to  take  patterson  for  royalties  ,  although  he  kept  being  a  little  hesitant  with  his  bets  .   he  wasn't  running  into  money  issues  ,  but  he  couldn't  really  pick  up  on  connelley's  tells  .   in  the  past  ,  stu  might  have  been  more  of  a  gambling  man ,  but  lessons  from  martha  had  him  playing  things  close  to  the  chest  &&  observing  the  game  .

         even  if  he  had  to  suffer  playful  jabs  from  the  bestselling  authors  scattered  around  the  table  .   yet  ,  rick  never  complained  .   perhaps  the  booze  helped  loosen  him  up  ,  but  it  also  wrecked  any  semblance  of  a  sleep  pattern  that  he  had  .

         admittedly  ,  his  sleep  pattern  didn't  actually  need  any  help  .   he  messed  it  up  enough  on  his  own  .

         before  he'd  gone  to  bed  ,  right  around  eight  or  so  that  morning  (  yeah  ,  he  got  an  earful  from  martha  about  that  )  ,  he  shot  off  a  text  to  paula  .   the  text  ,  akin  to  the  usual  ones  that  he'd  sent  his  publicist  after  a  long  night  of  poker  &&  drinking  ,  pleaded  to  let  him  sleep  .   it  wouldn't  stop  her  from  texting  ,  but  it  would  stop  her  from  calling  .   just  to  be  on  the  safe  side  ,  he  kept  his  phone  on  do  not  disturb  before  using  it  to  listen  to  music  .   it  was  also  approaching  halloween  ,  meaning  he  needed  to  start  thinking  of  what  he  wanted  to  do  for  the  party  .   or  if  he  wanted  to  throw  a  party  this  year  .   okay  ,  that  was  a  lie  .   he  knew  that  he  was  going  to  throw  a  party  ,  but  it  was  a  matter  of  who  he  wanted  to  invite  .   deep  down  ,  he  had  more  than  half  a  mind  to  invite  tamryn  .   he  should  ,  considering  everything  they  went  through  together  ,  but  how  the  fuck  was  he  going  to  talk  to  her  again  after  not  being  in  contact  for  so  long  ?

         staring  up  at  the  ceiling  ,  stu  groaned  before  laying  on  his  side  in  some  attempt  to  get  some  rest  .   unfortunately  ,  it  takes  him  longer  than  usual  to  get  to  sleep  .   when  he  does  ,  he'd  been  attempting  to  sleep  for  the  past  hour  .   with  some  regularity  ,  his  brain  takes  him  back  to  the  moments  that  led  to  the  sharp  diversion  in  his  life  .   he  can't  really  figure  what  was  worse  out  of  everything  [  …  ]  was  it  the  television  falling  onto  his  head  ?   was  it  the  cut  of  the  glass  into  his  face  ,  or  the  actual  shock  as  the  power  shorted  out ?   it  could  have  been  the  second  ,  belated  shock  that  had  brought  him  back  .   maybe  it  was  the  surge  of  energy  that  had  made  him  want  to  survive  ,  or  the  power  that  it  took  to  get  the  tv  off  his  head  &&  actually  get  over  to  the  paramedics  .   maybe  ,  it  was  the  jumble  in  the  emergency  room  that  led  to  him  getting  a  new  lease  on  life  .

         later  ,  once  he's  fully  awake  ,  he'd  realize  that  he  was  dealing  with  unprocessed  guilt  over  not  contacting  tamryn  .   he  should  have  .   fuck  ,  there  were  so  many  instances  in  the  past  where  he  could  have  reached  out  to  her .  

         knocking  ,  rather  pounding  ,  on  his  apartment  door  got  him  out  of  bed  with  a  grimace  .   he  stands  in  the  doorway  of  his  bedroom  ,  drags  a  hand  down  his  face  ,  then  makes  his  way  to  the  door  .   he  needs  coffee  .   he  needs  something  .   okay  ,  maybe  he  just  needed  to  relax  .   that  could  work  .   he  gives  a  small  shake  of  his  head  before  he  opens  the  door  &&  stares  at  tamryn  .

         she  freaks  out  ,  screaming  at  him  ,  &&  he  gently  tugs  her  inside  his  apartment  .   he  completely  deserves  everything  that  she's  accusing  him  of  ,  &&  doesn't  blame  her  for  anything  ,  but  she's  [  …  ]  understandably  causing  a  ruckus  &&  he's  not  really  going  to  fault  her  for  it  .   “  tam  ,  you  need  to  calm  down  a  little  ,  ”  he  says  ,  turning  on  the  keurig  to  make  sure  the  water  was  heating  up  .   he  needed  to  get  some  coffee  for  himself  ,  but  also  wanted  to  make  sure  that  tamryn  had  something  too  .   “  i'll  tell  you  everything  ,  i  swear ,  just  please  let  me  wake  up  a  little  .  ”

         maybe  she  will  ,  &&  maybe  she  won't  ,  but  damn  stu  just  needs  some  coffee  to  make  sure  he's  running  on  all  cylinders  .

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@araneorum

misery loves company, that would never change. although, charly had never heard someone admit to it so honestly and openly. another droid like himself. just different. she seemed to be hiding as well but doing it a lot better than himself. she was dressed stylishly and had one thing that he lacked. money. how she’d gotten he wasn’t sure. that didn’t matter much to him, charly valued safety above money. a comfortable bed and a hot shower sounded like his idea of heaven. when he’d been with the old man - when he’d been forced to be ‘charlotte’ - he’d had all those things. they'd come at a terrible cost. that had been ages ago. he didn’t think about that man or that life all that much anymore. he’d escaped and he was still alive - no matter how hard it was - and that was what mattered most to him. 

he considered her words with a tilt of his head, some shaggy golden brown locks fell over one eye. “i’m both of those things.” broken definitely. his spirit had been broken long ago yet he continued on as best as he could. lonely as well. so lonely. “i wouldn’t mind being with someone.” especially a beautiful girl that was the same as him - another humanoid - that understood his struggle. “but if we’re together we won’t be lonely anymore.” was that even possible? he wasn't alone with his former owner, yet he'd still been lonely. that had been different, he wasn’t allowed to be himself. “that sounds nice. but if you get caught with me…we could both be destroyed.” he didn’t know her story so he had no clue if she had to worry about the same thing herself. “are you willing to take that chance? i’m not worth it.” worthless. useless. wrong. charly had heard those words for his entire existence. they were ingrained into him and he believed them.

@onebigerror    (    charly    )    wants   a   lyric   starter   from   astrid .

                    ❛   I   LIKE   THAT   YOU'RE   broken   …   broken   like   me .     maybe   ,   that   makes   me   a   fool .     i   like   that   you're   lonely    ―    lonely   like   me .     i   could   be   lonely   with   you   …   ❜

[onebigerror]

@araneorum - closed random ass starter for sevika & liv

sevika rubbed at her temples when liv came to talk to her about jinx. this was the last thing she wanted to hear but she wasn't even surprised. she knew the girl was troubled but it seemed things had taken a turn for the worst after crashing in the wilderness. misty’s constant influence just intensified the problems her youngest daughter already had. still, she blamed herself even if it wasn’t entirely her fault. she was recovering from the loss of her arm, worried about keeping the entire group safe since coach scott seemed more and more distant. none of it was easy but liv’s words struck her hard. ‘she said she’s trying to create a massive scale bomb with plane parts and the bullets.’ she realized that she had an obligation and she was failing. she had to pay more attention and do better. 

“first of all, she rarely ever succeeds at anything she tries to create. so don’t worry. her ...chemistry... projects usually fail." as if that would make things better. still, it was true. the thought of saying 'what do you want me to do about it' briefly crossed her mind. somehow she held her tongue and went with the more acceptable answer. “i’ll talk to her. see what i can do.” attempt to take the materials away? that would go over well. just hearing this was giving her a headache. “she’s not going to blow us up. i promise.” sevika sounded more sure than she was. “she’s just crying out for attention. she does that.” it was true. jinx did do that but this just felt different. she was really getting worse out there. everyone was. sanity was slipping away from them all more and more with each passing day. the already troubled ones were just showing it the most. the thought of why she couldn’t have been left to bleed out by liv instead of saved briefly crossed her mind but she didn’t have the time to entertain it. 

[onebigerror]

@araneorum

for the most part, sammi was vain enough to believe that anna-maria wouldn’t leave him. what woman would? but there was still that normal human fear - unspoken - that one of these days he’d go too far. he’d get himself thrown in the slammer - as he did often with his volatile and addictive personality - only to come out to find out that she’d moved on. she was so loyal to him that she stuck around even in his absence. and it wasn’t like she couldn’t move on. he knew her secrets but she knew enough of his as well. they could bury each other if they wanted to. there was a smug look on his face when she told him he hadn’t lost her. “one thing i can always count on. you babe.” he could say it wouldn’t happen again. they both knew that was a waste of breath. either fighting or drugs would land him in jail again. he’d have to be more careful with possession even if he did have a great legal team. they couldn’t have them looking into her because he was an idiot. he’d float with the superficial charges he accumulated but her? she’d sink and they knew it. anna-maria had every right to be pissed off at him even if he had been less than accommodating in validating that anger at the onset. thankfully it didn’t seem they were going for a round two of beating that dead horse. she was just giggly and smitten, happy that he was released. just the way he liked her. sammi loved anna-maria in his own fucked up way - as much as he could love anyone aside from himself - he’d just rather avoid anything but the good times. he'd begrudgingly stay through the bad times but he surely didn't prefer them.

“guess that’s true.” if so, she wouldn’t have been there waiting for him so they could go to the airport for that night's show. it had only been four days but that had been one too many for him. and that was four shows that he couldn’t perform. oh well, let ticketing and public relations deal with that. it was a job for them and his agent. the important part was they were getting out of yeehaw bum fuck - where they hell were they anyway? someplace in the mormon bible belt of utah - and on their way back to cali to wrap up before going international the next month. “i feel like i’m starting to smell like jail.” it was an exaggeration. he smelled just like he always did. minus the booze. just cigarettes from the pack he’d chain-smoked waiting on the driver to come for him. he made himself comfortable in the back seat of the car and gave her a long, well deserved kiss. knuckles were wrapped on the glass to indicate they were ready to go. “let’s get the hell out of here.” was growled at the driver as the car started.

@onebigerror .

                    THE   LOOK   THAT   ANNA-MARIA   gives   sammi   is   one   that   is   somehow   fondly   exasperated   ,   a   smirk   that   comes   along   with   a   slight   roll   of   her   eyes .     they   look   more   hazel   than   green   in   this   light   ,   but   they’ve   still   got   that   specific   shine   to   them   that   makes   them   so   unique   to   her   ,    ❛   you   never   lost   me   ,   silly .   ❜    it’s   god’s   honest   truth .     yeah   ,   she’d   been   incredibly   annoyed   when   he’d   gotten   himself   busted   for   drugs    (    again    )    and   had   lost   her   temper   just   the   slightest   bit    [   …   ]    but   ,   that   was   less   because   of   him   and   more   because   she’d   thought   the   cops   would   find   out   about   her   own   …   extracurricular   activities .     luckily   ,   they   hadn’t   so   much   as   batted   an   eye   at   her .     a   deceptively   sweet   smile   finds   its   way   onto   her   visage   ,   one   hand   raising   with   index   finger   extended   so   she   can   playfully   poke   the   tip   of   the   rockstar’s   nose   with   a   giggle   ,    ❛   if   you   lost   me   …   i   wouldn’t   be   here   now   ,   would   i   ?   ❜

[onebigerror]

@araneorum

the childish insubordination annoyed alister. he simply had no time for it. the mission to find cherry had come up fruitless. another dead end like so many before. he thought he'd been on the right track ...many times... only to lose her without a trace. he had a suspicion that those pesky witches were keeping her hidden from him. he just had to figure out a way to get around their magic. his own was strong but didn''t quite match that of an entire coven of witches - one being the supreme - working all at once.

"stop being so dramatic." perhaps he should be nicer. his daughter had missed him. he'd been gone months trying to find his pesky prodigy to force her back into the spotlight he'd enslaved her to. he did not like being made a fool of. this is why expected a little more than dramatics upon his return. "do you think i like being away. looking for that wayward wench? i thought i had her." he paced the room a few times before deciding to relax as best as he could. with a snap of his fingers and flick of his wrist a bourbon was poured into a crystal glass and floated across the room into his waiting hand. "i did not fuck up your life." at least alister believed he'd done nothing of the sort. that was debatable considering he still didn't even accept that not letting go of cherry was fucking up her life.

a softer tone was taken as he reached his free hand out to her. "come here kitten." perhaps a little rekindling and bonding time would do them both some good. he tried to clear his mind of cherry. the musician witch was nothing but business and for the time being he needed to take his mind off his work. he'd find her. but right now a distraction would be nice. alister tended to throw his life into work at times. he would recognize that as a problem if he had all of eternity to catch cherry and return her to the spotlight. she unlike him was not immortal.

@onebigerror    (    alister   crim    )    wants   a   lyric   starter   from   alecto   crim .

                    ❛   WALKING   …   WAITING   …   ALONE   WITHOUT   a   care .     hoping    ―    and   ,   hating    ―    things   that   i   can't   bear .     didja   think   it's   cool   t'   walk   right   up   t'   take   my   life   and   fuck   it   up   ?   ?   ?     well   ,   did   you   ?   !   ❜

[onebigerror]

have this photo of my Jinx doll looking scared at life.

[onebigerror]

@rebelliousfamily

a soft, hopeful smile graced sevika’s when robin confirmed that she was sure. this was what she wanted. “well, as long as you’re sure.” there was still some nervousness and hesitation that only time could wash away. maybe robin would change her mind later, maybe she wouldn’t. she'd just have to wait and see. sevika intended to make the best of the time she did have with her new girlfriend. it sounded so nice to think of her that way - as her girlfriend - she’d been with a few women casually after axel’s death but nothing serious. and certainly none of them had ever gotten a title. they’d been little more than flings while she was doing odd jobs in different cities. hawkins was the first place she’d ever stayed longer than a few weeks. she kind of liked the little town and she was going to stick around. robin just solidified that desire. 

“well, i guess i should meet them since i’m dating their daughter. we should probably arrange that soon.” they sounded interesting and sevika was intrigued. at least they weren’t close minded like so many other people tended to be. “with clothes on would be the best option.” she chuckled at the thought of how uncomfortable that would be for all of them if she were to meet robin’s parents in that state. “the only member of your family i want to see naked is you.” 

her arms wrapped around the younger woman’s body and she pulled her in for a soft kiss. after that she pulled back to look into her eyes. “you’ll be my first girlfriend…i’ve been with women but none ever lasted long enough to give them any sort of title.” it was rare that sevika gave any context into her life and what it had been like before moving to hawkins. “i was married.” she took a deep steadying breath before continuing. “for ten years.” it was clear that this wasn’t the easiest subject to her. “he was extremely abusive. i lost my arm because of him. he’s…dead.” there was hesitation but she didn’t know if she was ready to come out and say that she was the reason he was. she’d killed him. they’d never discussed how she’d lost the limb, robin had never pried and she’d never offered the information. “so you’ll have to be patient with me. this is all new and i want to do it right. for you. for us.” sometimes she felt she wasn’t very good when it came to romance but this beautiful woman that wanted her - really and truly wanted her - always managed to make her feel like she was doing everything right. “i just want you to know me…really know me.” 

Robin never wanted to put any pressure on Sevika. That was the last thing that she wanted. She knew that she could be excitable and bouncy a lot of the time. That was why a lot of people had stopped being her friend. Steve was still a constant though and she loved him for that. But, some of the band nerds that had been her friends had gotten tired of her. Sevika was one of the only people that didn't seem to mind so much that she was bouncy.

"I'm sure." She grinned at the other woman. "I don't care if you're old enough to be my mother. My parents wouldn't mind either, they're like... retired hippies." It was a weird way to explain them but, she knew that her parents were open minded. Hell, she'd had to sit and listen to stories that led to them telling her about having another party in the bedroom, in which Robin would wildly run away and get away from hearing.

"I'd never regret you." Robin took one of Sevika's hands in her own and squeezed it gently. "I think you'd like my parents. They're chill. I'll tell them to make sure to actually dress appropriately. They're... kind of free spirits and occasionally will be in the house nude." She still remembered the first time that she invited Steve around and forgot to mention it to her parents so Steve had been met with her Mother's boobs. Something he'd never let Robin forget about.

"Age doesn't matter to me since we're both over 18."

[onebigerror]

I love when Jinx relishes in violence against scummy people. Like wreck their shit, they deserve it.

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@araneorum

trixie let out a long held sigh of relief as draven’s head rested against her own. she felt an overwhelming surge peace that she wasn’t used to. she always felt safe with draven but she knew this was different. this was how things were supposed to be. they were past the stage of dancing around their relationship status and going back and forth between hurting each other and reconciling for the sake of pleasing her parents. the quiet country road was a nice break from the familiarity of town and she found herself relaxing even more into the comfort of her partner's body as her blue eyes took in the scenery. normally she would say that it was boring to look at but right now it was exactly what she needed. the fear of the last few hours was slowly washing away and being replaced with a state of calm that trixie wasn’t really used to. if she could live forever in this moment she would. right there by draven’s side feeling safe, loved and wanted in a way that only they could make her feel. 

she didn’t realize those three simple words would affect her partner as much as they did. she would feel pleased with herself if she wasn’t almost given whiplash after saying them. as they pull off the main road and start driving down a narrow dirt trail, she was about to ask where they were going but she couldn’t get the words out before draven was slamming on the brakes from her confession. she does fly forward slightly but a tattooed hand is in front of her keeping her from flying into the dash and hurting herself. draven was looking out for her just as they always did under any circumstance. the feeling of love was even more overwhelming in that moment. trixie felt almost drunk on her emotions. or maybe she was dizzy from the sudden stop jarring her head. either way it made her suddenly start giggling. that ended as abruptly as it started when draven was confessing their feelings in return. 

she nodded. “awake. yes. i’m awake now.” that was a way to look at it. trixie was awake now and she wasn’t going back to sleep. it was lonely there. dark. and it prevented her from being with draven. that was just how she felt when she was with those men that her parents set her up with in hopes of marrying her off to. she felt like she was sleep walking through life, going through the motions of being with someone she felt absolutely nothing for with a fake smile on her face. now the smile that appeared was genuine. recovery was another great word. trixie would recover and she would thrive away from the threats of her former life. “tell me again? that you love me?” she said gingerly as she moved to crawl right into draven’s lap. “i want to look at you while you tell me how much you love me.” it sounded like the best sight in the world. she pressed herself as close to her partner as she could get and waited for them to comply. time felt endless in that moment and, even if she was still a little shook up, trixie felt on top of the world. things weren’t going to be easy but at least they would be in it together.

@onebigerror .

                    DRAVEN   IS   SO   CONSUMED   by   determination   to   get   trixie   out   of   harm’s   way   ,   and   rage   at   the   idiotic   cunt   of   a   man   who   had   dared   to   do   this   to   her   in   the   first   place   ,   that   it’s   almost   like   they   have   tunnel   vision   as   they   drive .     vaguely   ,   they   register   the   feeling   of   trixie   curling   into   their   side   and   putting   her   head   on   their   shoulder .     they   don’t   take   either   hand   off   the   steering   wheel   to   touch   her   or   curl   an   arm   around   her   ,   but   they   do   tilt   and   lean   their   head   so   their   chin   is   resting   gently   upon   the   top   of   her   head .     it   may   seem   kind   of   callous   or   cold   ,   but    [   …   ]    if   they   allow   themselves   to   dwell   on   the   magnitude   of   the   situation   ,   they   would   likely   wind   up   too   upset   to   drive .     they   have   to   keep   themselves   from   becoming   too   wrapped   up   in   their   anger   because   that   would   surely   not   end   well    ―    for   the   asshole   that   had   done   this   to   their   woman   ,   at   least .

                    THE   CAR   ONLY   BEGINS   to   slow   when   the   two   are   far   enough   away   from   that   godforsaken   city   street   that   merely   fields   are   on   either   side   of   the   roadway   now .     it’s   not   even   close   to   draven’s   apartment   ,   but   they   don’t   want   to   go   there   yet    ―    just   in   case   homeboy   caught   on   and   gets   a   bug   up   his   ass   about   following   them .     maybe   ,   just   maybe   ,   draven   is   a   little   bit   paranoid .     but   ,   after   the   life   they   have   led   thus   far   and   all   the   hardships   they’ve   experienced   at   the   hands   of   men   ,   no   one   can   really   blame   them .     or   ,   no   one   should .     they’re   sure   that   there’s   someone   out   there   who   would   shit   all   over   them   for   how   they   choose   to   handle   some   things   ,   but   they’ve   learned   that   others’   perception   of   them   is   not   their   concern .     in   the   grand   scheme   of   things   ,   what   some   random   schmuck   thinks   of   them   doesn’t   affect   their   life .

                    THEY’RE   DRIVING   ON   A   dirt   road   ,   headed   out   to   a   little   spot   that   draven   likes   to   come   to   in   order   to   unwind   after   a   particularly   trying   day   or   night   ,   when   those   words   fall   from   trixie’s   lips .     and   then   ,   the   tail   end   …   those   three   simple   ,   little   words    [   …   ]    they   have   such   an  effect   on   draven   that   they   ,   after   a   slight   pause   as   they   absorb   what   has   just   been   spoken   ,   slam   on   the   brakes .     one   arm   instinctively   shoots   out   to   keep   trixie   from   lurching   forward   ,   the   car   skidding   to   a   stop   on   the   gravel   as   they   finally   let   out   a   breath   that   they   hadn’t   even   realized   they’ve   been   holding   in .     slowly   ,   with   the   arm   that   had   just   previously   shot   out   ,   they   put   their   piece   of   actual   shite   car   into   park   before   their   tattooed   hand   curls   around   trixie’s   hand   and   gives   it   a   squeeze .     it   takes   them   a   moment   to   collect   themselves   enough   to   look   over   at   her   ,   but   when   they   do    [   …   ]    their   deep   brown   eyes   are   glossed   over   with   the   slight   sheen   of   tears .     they   clearly   hadn’t   expected   for   her   to   make   that   admission .

                    ❛   I   …   ❜    DRAVEN   TAKES   A   breath   ,   steadying   themselves   and   blinking   the   tears   from   their   eyes   ,    ❛   i   love   you   ,   too   …   ❜    it   feels   like   a   ton   of   bricks   have   been   lifted   from   their   chest   the   moment   that   they   utter   those   words .     a   shaky   breath   is   pushed   from   between   their   plush   lips   ,   their   grip   on   trixie’s   hand   tightening   ,    ❛   you’re   awake   now   …   you’ll   recover .   ❜

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@plusfortesensemble "you're cute when you're half asleep." (shannon & carrie) // still accepting this meme

shannon rubbed at her blue eyes and yawned as she curled closer to the comfort of her boyfriends mother. and then the reality really hit her. she was cuddled against jamie's mother! she'd fallen asleep watching a movie with her and somehow ended up with her head on her chest. shit, how did that happen? carrie was going to think she was a total weirdo. she might not want her around anymore, she might stop her from seeing jamie and shannon didn't think she could handle that. she couldn't believe she'd gone and made things totally awkward. being around them and away from her father and annoying pregnant step mother was the only thing keeping her sane. she didn't have many friends and the manning family - aside from quint - was pretty much her whole life.

"i'm sorry..." but then the reality of the words being spoken to her made her freeze. "what? really?" she blushed a little as she sat up. "you mean..." she hoped she was hearing the older woman correctly and wasn't preparing to make more of a fool of herself. "you don't mind that i fell asleep on you?" shannon's couldn't help her need to be close to carrie any chance she got. it probably had to do with her own mothers distance and abuse. "you think i'm cute?" that wasn't something she had not been expecting. on a more serious note she furrowed her eyebrows. "i really wanted to see your movie...i'm sorry i fell asleep during it. i was just so tired." she hadn't been getting a lot of sleep lately. school and home had been stressful. "could we watch it again later? i want to see all of them." horror wasn't usually her thing but she did want to see the movies that carrie had starred in during her younger years.

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@plusfortesensemble "how did you get that scar?" (laura lee & sevika) // still accepting this meme

'it's a long story kid' was sevika's go to answer. she was very guarded about her past and spoke of it as little as possible. even jinx, vi and connor knew very little about who she was and where she came from before she'd become friends with their mother. considering she was curled up with an arm around laura lee it was safe to say they were past that point now. still, she took a deep breath and a few minutes to answer. talking about axel and the things he did to her still hurt. they still haunted her even if he was long dead and eaten by the gators in the swamps she dumped him in all those years ago. that was something she never spoke of and never would. what she'd done to him had been necessary for her survival just as keeping it a secret was and always would be.

after a few minutes of silence that made it seem she wouldn't answer, sevika finally did. she looked down at one of many scars as laura lee traced a delicate finger over it. "my ex husband." at first she didn't elaborate and actually thought about not giving any more context. "one of his cigarette. he liked to put them out on me." her husky voice was haunted as she thought back to how the red hot flame had burnt her skin and how she'd screamed. she'd been a much different woman back then. it was another lifetime. a chapter that was even worse than the frigid nights in the wilderness. "it was a long time ago. don't worry about it." she buried her face against the crook of laura lee's neck. seeking comfort for herself was something sevika normally didn't do. she provided the comfort. to her kids, to her partner and anyone else she was close to. it felt like a foreign concept that she could actually take some for herself.

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@plusfortesensemble "when i’m with you, the world feels as though it’s finally in focus." (jackie & shauna) // still accepting this meme

nothing surprised jackie anymore out there in the wilderness so far from civilization. or at least she thought nothing did. and then there was a confession coming from shauna that made her heart race. was it one of love? she couldn't be sure. it felt like it could be. the problem was that nothing was what it seemed out there. jackie's whole vision of life was distorted. there was no longer good or bad there was just survival. everyone would manipulate, exploit and do whatever they had to do to ensure that they lived. was her best friend since childhood any different? she felt terrible for even daring to think such a thought but could anyone really blame her?

that's what took her a few moments longer than normal to respond.

after her delayed reaction the words were followed up by a coy smile. "it took us being stranded out here in the middle of nowhere without a prayer of survival for you to tell me that?" she almost added 'shipman' but thought better of it. it felt too impersonal. there was different than their normal banter. there was another long pause before she responded with a slightly softer and a lot less confident. "i feel the same." she did. she always had. there was just something that was scary about actually speaking the words out loud. it made them real. it made her vulnerable.

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──  dash game ! In honor of international women's day, list eight of your favorite fictional women from eight different fandoms, in no particular order.(original characters can count too!)

robin buckley // stranger things

sevika // arcane

jinx // arcane

maggie esmerelda // ahs freak show

madison clark // ftwd

lexa // the 100

chloe price // life is strange

lena haloway // delirium

Tagged by: @shimmerbeasts

Tagging: @araneorum // @plusfortesensemble @fragmcntdstars // @rebelliousfamily & @notthedyingtype anyone!!

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@t-errifier

“don’t talk much do you, clownsie?” or maybe not at all. jinx hadn’t heard him say a word but that didn’t matter much to her. lots of people in zaun were mute either because they were born that way or by choice. she talked enough for both of them so there would be no shortage of one way conversation. jinx could talk at art for hours. “sevika says i talk too much. that i never shut up.” he may not even know who sevika was but that didn’t matter either to her. “she’s an old orge. whenever she opens her mouth it's to say something stupid or to tattle on me.” she chattered away as she walked with purpose. “but me and you. we can be friends. i’m talkative and you’re not. we’ll balance each other out.” it was a nice thought. having a friend. potentially one that no one else wanted to be around. jinx knew all too well what that was like. no one wanted to be her friend either. 

they stood in front of a shitty group of row houses that were all connected together. there was movement inside, she could hear it when they approached. due to her mutations from shimmer, jinx had a heightened sense of hearing and smell. she could smell the disgusting desperation and hear the addicts scurrying like cockroaches as they hid out in the abandoned structure. “okay. let's start here.” jinx whispered. she didn’t want to alert anyone of their presence before they got to have their fun. it was hard to be quiet as she bounced around happily on her heels at the thought of causing mayhem. “there are definitely people inside.” plenty of zaun’s lower value citizens would meet their demise that day. “we can blow them up with the building!” her voice was filled with glee and her pink eyes flashed brightly. she held out the bomb and started to wind it up. it looked like nothing but a chattering child’s toy but it was much deadlier than it looked. if it worked like she planned they would - at least her and clownsie - be in for a real treat. sometimes it did, sometimes it didn't. she wasn't named jinx for nothing.

“when i say we run…we run.” they didn’t need to blow themselves up. “got it?” she didn’t wait for art’s confirmation. he could hear well enough and he didn’t seem stupid. with skilled fingers, jinx wound the gold key on the back of the bomb and it started to chatter. as soon as it was ready she tossed in the direction of the building. “run!” with that she started to dart out of the way towards some bushes where they could watch the explosion safely. it didn’t take long before screams could be heard echoing all over the place. there was a horrible smell of burning flesh, people were jumping out of the windows, body parts and bricks were flying. complete chaos ensued just as she’d planned! "way to go junkie!" she held her hand up to fist bump art.

something flew and hit jinx in the face. an appendage. she grabbed it and was about to toss it when she suddenly realized what it was! her lips curled into a sinister grin as she held it out to art. “look clownsie! is this a dick?" she looked it over before proclaiming that she was right. "it is! wonder where the balls are?” she swung it around laughing. “barbecued sausage!” the severed, charred penis soon lost her interest and she threw it on the ground. “it’s not even an attractive one. it’s ugly. i’m just gonna to throw it away.” there was so much to take in and she wanted to see it all not just some crusty old dick.

𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃, planting himself wherever he saw fit. outcasts might have been located in certain places - but he didn't consider himself an outcast. no, he thought himself to be quite normal . . . all things considered. he was in the same boat as herself. not enjoying the company of most people, they were good for causing mayhem. he didn't often allow most people a chance to interact with him without meeting their unsightly doom. it was a rarity that he was willing to be a performer, using his skills to earn money - which, had flopped, mainly because most people were afraid of his appearance. he might have been a clown, but he was a frightening one. people didn't like to approach him, out of fear & worry for the fact that he didn't look quite right. it was reasonable, considering his history - he still took all offense to it, thinking that he was being amicable at the given moment.

he was more than eager to go along with her plan. the promise of explosions was enjoyable to him; wanting to see some chaos ensued. though, she did seem to have some places in mind that were off the table. knowing much more about the world than himself. he was looking to ensure that there was some bloodshed in the explosion; wanting to see body parts flying. anything that would have made people run & scream, worried that they were next. he wouldn't have worried about the rules of the world when it came to their target, but she was smarter than him in that respect. knowing that they shouldn't hit up a bank . . . or her own place of residence. it was reasonable in theory, bridges were off the table too - even if it would have caused massive havoc.

he was nodding along with her plans, eager to agree with her. he didn't mind anywhere - he would have agreed with anything that she had put on the table. none of these people meant anything to him, nor did their residence. she had the plan of going after those who were low value . . . the ones who were addicted to some kind of drug that he never heard of - it sounded like a lot of causalities. which was exactly what he was going for. somewhere that many people would meet their demise. he didn't have anything to help out with the explosion, so he would go along with the woman's plans. anywhere that she decided, he would help out. ties to people were no concern of his, he didn't care about those that he had met before - murder was murder.

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@allourinsides "i woke up and you weren't there." (felicia & jinx) // still accepting this meme

the weight of the couch dipped as jinx sat down on the other end. he was clutching vi's bunny against his chest and looking frightened when felicia's eyes fluttered open. it took her a moment to realize what he was talking about. "what time is it?" she asked softly as she sat up and rubbed at her eyes. "you were asleep so i didn't want to wake you when i got up." this was becoming worrisome how jinx was constantly requesting for either her or sevika to sleep in bed with him. if they didn't stay there they would wake up to him crawling in bed with them. and the insistence on being called jinx instead of powder was also starting to concern felicia. she was naturally very protective of her youngest child because of how sick he'd been in his earlier years. she was close to all three of her children but there was definitely a deep bond with her and little powder.

"where is amma?" she hadn't heard sevika come in and if she had she would have woken her up to go to bed. "is she still in the office with silco?" she looked across the hall and could still see a light under the door. it wasn't unusual for silco to be up half the night working, she just hated it when he kept her up with him. she noticed how the child's body language changed when silco was mentioned. brows furrowed and she reached out holding her arms open to him. "pow...jinx..." god she hated that nickname, maybe he'd grow out of it. "is there something you want to tell me? you know you can tell me or amma anything?" sevika had voiced her worries about the whole situation already but there wasn't much they could do unless jinx decided to talk to them.

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@allourinsides "you're right, you're awful and repulsive and hideous." (vi & connor)

"smartass, jerk." vi knew she'd asked for it by saying that she probably looked as gross as she felt. she knew her twin didn't mean it and that he was just trying to be silly. she'd laugh if she could but her ribs ached too much for that. she slumped down on the bed and closed her eyes. everything hurt and the room was spinning. "you try going out there and getting the shit beat out of you in that fucking ring night after night." there was no way in hell she was letting that happen and they both knew it. she was doing what was needed for them to survive. it wasn't connor's fault, he didn't ask her to do it. vi wanted to be the one to take care of them.

"c'mere, pretty boy. help me unwrap these." she whimpered as she sat up and shrugged her leather jacket off her shoulders. the binds around her chest were tight and making her ribs ache more. when connor was close enough she pulled him in for a soft kiss that quickly turned heated and bruising. despite being in pain just looking at him made her want him. she reached for his hands and brought them to the dirty bandages around her chest as she pulled back to look at him. "how much did you win betting tonight?" that was their system. she fought, he bet on her and they lived off their winnings until the next fight.

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VI + ARMS AND THIGHS