#designedparadigm: sable

[multiimistakes]

❝ It's not like...lying if you don't say anything. No one was holding a gun to your head to say any of that. ❞ this wasn't fun and he didn't want to be there anymore, he decided. If it meant wandering aimlessly until he was pulled away for another bullshit trial...so be it.

❝ That's what people say all the time you know. 'I'm just blunt.' 'I tell it how it is' 'Sorry you can't handle the truth' and then they say horrible shit they didn't need to and when you get upset they laugh at you or tell you what a sensitive lil' bitch you're being. ❞ he glanced elsewhere and then nodded, as if coming to some sudden realization. ❝ You're just another bully. And if that's who you are then...nah. No thanks. ❞

He was bored. He was bored and YEAH the circumstances were shit and yeah most of them were shit people but no one wanted to talk. No one wanted to even entertain his presence. It wasn't much different than before all this for Emmy, but it still sucked. For a lot of the cast, this was some shocking and new place of torment. For Emerick, it was just more of the same. And maybe that's what made him so restless.

❝-—Not that you deserve to know, but what the fuck do you think happens on the other side of the fence? What do you think happens to us when we fuck up killing you idiots or if we just don't want to do it in general? You think the Big Bad just pats us on our ass like 'Aw, that's okay snookums.' ? You're smart enough to call me dumb but not smart enough to assume it's all just the same shit-pie for everyone here? ❞

He had inched back to the door at this point, rested back against it. Truthfully, he was wrestling with the idea of seeing if the door locked. If she liked being so frigid, maybe an extended session in the freezer wouldn't do her any harm.

❝ Dude, you're like a rat who willingly ran into the maze and got lost again like all the other rats. Judge all you want, man. End of the day, as stupid as you think I am and as above it as you think you are...we're both fucking rats looking for cheese that probably ain't there. Which sucks because I really miss cheese. Mozz sticks mainly. Cheese in general though.❞

   “if  it  sounds  mean  then  i'm  not  sure  what  to  tell  you.”  sable  eases  herself  back  to  her  previous  seated  position.  “i  don't  see  a  point  to  lying.  if  you  don't  like  the  truth  then  that's  hardly  on  me.”  she  shrugs.  “as  to  others  -  personally  i've  long  since  given  up  caring  what  others  think  about  me.  everyone  judges.  if  you  want  to  be  true  to  yourself,  then  you'll  never  please  everyone.  in  fact,  the  only  person  you'll  ever  properly  please  is  yourself.  and  that,  at  the  end  of  the  day,  is  who  really  matters.  so  if  people  aren't  going  to  like  me  for  me  -  then  i  don't  want  them  in  my  life.”  she  leans  her  back  to  the  freezer  wall,  closing  her  eyes. 

   “no  one  told  you  that  you  had  to  come  here  and  speak  to  me.  or  even  stay  here  speaking  to  me.  yet  you're  still  here.  are  you  bored?  i  thought  your  kind  were  well  pampered  and  taken  care  of  while  mine  got  the  shit  end  of  the  stick.”  a  chuckle  passes  her.  “learn  something  new  every  day.”  a  pause,  before  she  opens  her  eyes  and  levels  her  gaze  on  him.  “unless  your  fellows  are  not  so  fond  of  you,  as  you  assume  mine  are  not  so  fond  of  me.  outcast  finding  the  outcast?”  a  scoff.  “that's  a  b-tier  romance  movie  if  i  ever  heard  it.  gross.”

[wesmess]

@designedparadigm / continued from here.

" i think i get it. " he chuckles after she goes quiet and nods. " i didn't have it easy growing up either. " danny goes quiet now, resting his head back against the tree. the woods here around the camp had been a much better spot to spend time with sable in secret. it was better than trying to do so during trials, so the woods, and sometimes her cabin, it was. " i don't think it takes a genius to assume i was treated as someone not like all the rest when i was a kid. " danny's head turns and he's looking at sable. " i did put up a front, or at least i tried, but apparently the other kids found it uncanny. " he chuckles, smiling in amusement.

" doesn't help i didn't have a normal upbringing. father was a war vet and a serial killer himself, so i'm sure you can imagine with that must've been like. " he feels no reason to not be honest with sable. in a place like this, why hide? why keep secrets? " he was my first kill. i still regret it, but not for the reasons one might think. " danny shakes his head and continues, " it was too quick, too messy. crime of passion, one would say. after him, i became more methodical. i planned everything out, did all my research, learned every little detail about a person's life: from the most innocent things to all the skeletons in their closet. "

they'd appear in the news and his articles later. he still even takes out his computer and about the trials he gets into. danny looks toward sable again. " i don't know that i would've gone after you. i chose my victims carefully and i went after the normal people, the ones you wouldn't actually expect to be so intensely targeted and brutally murdered. the people in their little homes in the suburbs. the soccer moms, the nine-to-five working men. your regular, ordinary, average person. " danny goes quiet again, only briefly. his voice softens. " i like to think i would've noticed you, would've thought about it. even if i didn't go through with it, and simply let you be, you would've lingered on my mind. "

[voicestm]

❛  you look so cute squirming like that.  ❜ (Sable to Mikaela)

Praise - Accepting - @designedparadigm

The sensations are maddening, the pleasure of Sable's fingers thrusting between her thighs, the mouth that marks her throat and jaw.. She's a wriggling mess as she comes undone beneath the other girl. The slick sounds of sex and her moans lifted to the heavens and the Entity herself. Always watching, always present. Mikaela hoped she liked the show.

How long had it been since she had been touched by anyone but herself? Since the fog came to claim her. Since she was separated from Sable and snatched from their world. She wasn't remember exact dates or times, she gave up on counting the days that passed her by a very long time ago.

But here she was. Remembered. And they had wasted no time falling back into needy habits. The other witch seemed as desperate and needy as she herself was. Though anytime she tried to reach out to give her back some of that pleasure, her hand was smacked away.

Now she's breathing against the shell of her ear and the words have her arching from the the hard surface she's been pinned to. "D-dont..say things like that.." It's still hard for her to hear or accept. And she doesn't want to disappear into her own head.

[creatureshrieks]

sable takes a good moment to stare at the unknown before narrowing her eyes and throwing the pebble in her hand straight for its head. someone's not happy.

@designedparadigm || Sable & The Unknown || unprompted.

It's shoulders spasm, its fingers twitch, snap, like twigs underfoot. It shudders, jerks, awkward and unstable. It tilts its head, its neck popping, squelching, it hangs at an unnatural angle. A hanged man long after he had rotted on the noose. It feels her gaze, pinpricks across its entire body. It lurches, forward, shunned and beckoned, hindered and welcomed by her eyes alone. Oh how it hates it. Hates the eyes that look. The eyes that see. That gaze. That know. It never ceases its smile, its skin stretched back as if hooks had been pulling back its flesh. Blood drips from its lips, dribbles across its chin.

It knows her. It knows her. She knows it. It feels it, a name put to it. Face. Ideas. Hunted and stalked, spoken of. She had sought it out. Questioned it, wanted it. Why, then, does she look so angry? The Unknown does not move as the pebble is thrown its way, though it offers her a grunt as it smacks into its head.

" SssAAblE, " It sounds pained, voices overlapping. It's a drill to the brain, nails on a chalkboard. Radio static. It gurgles in its throat, another step taken forward. It's heavy on its feet, lopsided. A broken foot thuds against the ground. A knee bends back, another step. The head of its ax thuds against the ground. It drags in the dirt. Another step. It feels her gaze. Her eyes. It feels it, forming, thoughts in her head. It wants to rip out her eyes. It wants to devour her brain. Why does she look angry? Why does she attack it? Did she not seek it out?

Is this not what she wanted?

" SCAreD to clOSE my EYES... SCaREd to OpEN them... "

It quotes a movie. Found footage. How fitting.

" WE'rE gonNA diE OUt hErE. "

[voicestm]

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by bluerainni

[prettytm]

MUSE AS A DRINK

Tagged - @architaciturn

Tagging - @designedparadigm { Wesker, Ghost, Danny }, @misfittcd { Saem, Paul }, @fasciinating, @narratingastory { Ji-woon, Sable }, @exiitiosus { Johnny }, @penniesxdimes, @corvidamned

[wesmess]

@designedparadigm / continued from here.

oh— at first, dwight worries he's upset her with what he said. it wouldn't be the first time. sometimes what he says doesn't quite match up with the initial thought, like the filter between his mouth and his brain scrambles it. he thought this would be another one of those moments, but he quickly realizes it isn't.

" i-i do. " dwight quickly nods, fidgeting a bit. he isn't usually so bold (until it's necessary, like when he's trying to encourage the others to work together), generally keeping his personal thoughts to himself. but... when he looks at sable, when he watches her, dwight sees a little bit of himself. he sees how she doesn't really interact with the others, he sees that she's different and stands out from the rest, he sees an introvert. he hasn't felt kinship with anyone here in... god only knows how long.

he swallows and shifts his weight from one foot to the other, fixing his glasses. " i— i-i feel like... w-we're a lot alike, you and i. " dwight nods again, his anxious gaze darting back to her. " we both tend to... t-to stick to those we're most familiar with, a-and if we aren't with them, we just tend to be with ourselves. we're quiet, we're shy, we're... well, n-not at all like the others. " a nervous smile forms on dwight's lips now. " b-but that's okay. there's nothing wrong with being different, even if— if most might disagree. if it's any kind of... of consolation, though, i-i liked �� still like — you a lot when you first came here. i-i felt very strongly that we'd get along, a-and we do, which i'm glad for. "

[voicestm]

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"I found you..."

[voicestm]

[ stolen ] (Sable to Miki)

Different ways to kiss - accepting - @designedparadigm

[ stolen ] a quick, stealthy, and impromptu kiss snatched in secret

Her first kiss. She had excepted something more, something better but it was wet and clumsy mess. A boy with sweaty palms and a mean disposition. It wasn't anything like the books she read, wonderfully perfect, a day dream come reality.

She and Sable were huddled together in their secret spot, snacks and soda on each side of them, their favorite movie playing as background noise. Though neither one of them were playing it any attention, they were gossiping about that disappointing kiss and how boys were kinda gross. It's a perfect moment and Mikaela jokingly comments how it would be so much easier if you could just kiss girls.

She knows she's said something silly or dumb, because the look Sable gives her is dumbfounded. Utterly shocked. The young witch was wondering how to ask what she's done this time when slender fingers find their way in copper strands of hair and she drawn in close. The kiss is swift but there's a world of color exploding behind lidded eyes as she realizes.. Maybe kissing girls was the way to go.

[voicestm]

❤ sable & miki

Send a ❤ For What applies - Accepting - @designedparadigm

I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you life family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.

[voicestm]

@narratingastory, @designedparadigm

And tonal whiplash!! Gal pals!

[voicestm]

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[voicestm]

@designedparadigm, @narratingastory

Witchy girlfriends~

[kxllerblond]

It was...an interesting motive to find yourself in a waking hell for, no doubt. It sounded like the sort of love you saw in movies, that dramatic sort of love. It sounded...stupid.

Clark had enough sense to avoid voicing this, of course. He had enough sense to realize he considered any sort of emotional devotion that put you in harm's way to be stupid and illogical. While the Middleman never seemed to make any attempts at remedying this, he at least could be self-aware enough to know that he was the one that had some stuff to work through.

❝ Well, as long as you're at peace with the consequences. I can't say I can even remotely relate to what you're describing but it seems as though you weighed your choices and picked what was best for you. I think it's quite clear from the sort of individuals that have been dragged here on either side is example enough that everyone is different. In the face of that, no. I don't think it's weird. ❞ even outside the realm of the Entity, Clark likely wouldn't have looked twice at the choice beyond labeling it as ridiculous. Still, he'd seen people do much stranger things for far less understandable reasonings.

❝ I do find it weird you're the first to wander in AFTER. There are a few here that are connected, knew each other before...well, this. But I don't think any have come in staggered like you did, to my knowledge. ❞

He picked at something near his suit sleeve cuff and flicked it away.

❝ Well, maybe things will get interesting here eventually. This gluttonous thing that is your prison keeper just keeps picking and picking and adding all these little things that fight monsters and love doing it, keeps sucking in these beasts and killers that do not fancy their collars or only abstain from biting the hand as long as it is feeding. That is to say, simply put, it is going to have a very bad stomachache eventually. ❞

   "i  would  suppose  i  am  a  little  different  than  the  other  survivors  as  we  class  ourselves."  sable  lets  herself  laugh,  shaking  her  head  with  a  smile.  "sure  -  it's  all  terrifying  and  whatnot  being  killed  and  struggling  to  make  it  out  alive;  but  it's  better  than  living...  alone."  there's  a  moment  her  brows  furrow  as  she  thinks  it  over,  before  taking  an  idle  sip  from  her  mug. 

   "i  came  here  after  someone  i  loved."  she  shrugs  her  shoulders  as  she  lowers  her  mug.  "found  that  being  in  a  world  without  her  just  wasn't...  right."  she  lets  a  hollow  laugh  pass  her.  "you  find  someone  who  just  understands  you  and  matches  you  every  step  of  the  way  -  and  then  you  lose  them.  you  get  given  the  chance  to  go  after  them,  not  knowing  where  you'll  end  up.  don't  you  go?"

   "even  if  it  landed  me here  -  it's  better  than  being  in  a  world  alone  where  i'm judged  everywhere  i  go.  here,  i  might  be  a  little  weird,  but  it's  not  too  out  there  considering,  well,  everything  else  going  on."  she  thinks  for  a  moment  over  it,  before  glancing  to  him. 

   "is  that...  weird?  to  find  being  here,  in  something  everyone  thinks  is  hell,  better  than  where  i  was  previously?  a  world  so  dull  and  boring  that  never  would  accept  or  understand  me.  sure,  it  was  safe,  but  it  wasn't...  enough.  maybe  i  am  weird."  she  scoffs,  shaking  her  head  with  a  smile.  "but  i've  never  felt  more  satisfied  and  alive  than  i  do  here,  running  through  all  the raw  emotional  states.  i  guess  mom  was  right,  i  always  was  a  little  bit  of  a  freak.  not  that  i  mind  it."

[multiimistakes]

The killer scowled and it only seemed to deepen as she went on. He scrunched his shoulders and looked off, fighting with some dangerous mix of ego and pride, anger and frustration, and being genuinely wounded. She was hardly the first to be so pointed in her words, not here within this weird pseudo-Hell they found themselves in and not out when he was still mucking about in the real world.

❝ You're actually kind of super mean. I don't think I want your help. ❞ he scuffed at the ground with a boot. ❝ And if I was a survivor I don't think I'd want to hang out in a freezer with you either. Maybe the others don't too and that's why you're in here by yourself. ❞

   “first  of  all  -  i'm  a  survivor.  let's  take  that  into  account  that  i  don't  get  ac  privileges  to  start  with.  so  let's  jot  that  one  down  and  use  what  little  brain  we  have  to  deduce  that  then  if  a  survivor  gets  too  hot  their  best  bet  to  cool  down  is  to  find  the  nearest  alternative  to  an  ac  which  actually  would  equate  to  a  freezer  or  going  straight  to  ormund  into  the  dead  freezing  cold  of  winter.  wherein  the  freezer  would  allow  ingress  and  egress  if  the  temperature  gets  to  much.  which  you  would  have  deduced  had  you  a  modicum  of  intelligence  in  your  skull.” 

   “that  make  sense  to  you?”  she  ends  it  with  a  cant  to  her  head  and  a  hand  to  her  hip.  there's  no  fear  in  her,  simply  staying  blunt  and  true  to  whatever  comes  to  her  mind.  a  reputation  sable  ward  has  garnered  over  her  time  in  the  fog.  as  well  as,  well,  the  one  girl  who  came  in  willingly. 

   “now  -  if  you  don't  know  how  to  get  out  of  here,  i  do.  i  got  in,  i  can  get  out.  it's  part  of  my  role  description.  so  if  you  didn't  take  the  time  to  learn  the  places  we  all  run  around  in,  that's  on  you  and  it  does  make  you  real  dumb.”  she  shrugs.  “so.  unless  you  want  to  prove  to  me  you  actually  know  how  to  get  out  of  here  in  under  five  minutes,  it's  looking  like  i  will  have  to  lead  you  out  of  here  so  you  can  leave  me  the  hell  alone  and  i  can  relax.”

[multiimistakes]

❝-—I am NOT dumb. ❞ street smart, not book smart. Then again, he'd never been good at reading streets either so maybe she had a-—no, he was not stupid.

A scoff escaped him and he blew a slight raspberry with his lips. ❝ Uhh, as if I'm gonna let a survivor lead me who doesn't even know the difference between AC and a freezer. Nice one. ❞ if there was any sign that the universe was unfair or that maybe Darwin wasn't as on the money as he should have been, it was that someone like Emerick was in the same situation as Sable.

❝ Why're you even in here anyways? Who just hangs out in a meat freezer? ❞

   “you…”  sable  trails  off,  staring  at  him  in  sheer  dumb  amazement.  not  the  good  kind,  more  the  ‘i  can’t  believe  you  made  it  this  far  in  life'  kind.  seems  as  though  darwin  failed  this  one.  “are  an  idiot.”  spoken  so  bluntly,  it  could  cut  like  a  knife  down  to  the  core.  she  bothers  to  stand  herself  up  off  the  floor,  dusting  off  her  pants  as  she  does  so. 

   “seeing  as  i  doubt  you'll  actually  get  out  and  instead  force  me  on  my  break  from  everything  to  deal  with  whatever…  you're  doing.”  she  arches  a  skeptical  brow,  before  rolling  her  eyes.  “i'll  lead  you  out  of  here.  once  you're  out,  you're  on  your  own,  out  of  my  hair,  and  i  can  come  back  and  actually  have  air  conditioning  for  however  much  longer  i  have  left  before  hell  breaks  loose  again.”