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FMK Rachel, Fawna, Kyra

f: fawna ( “ ain’t she married anyhow ? ” ) m: rachel k: kyra

@ohfawna @rachelbflynn @kyralangston​

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a very AUGUST + DEAN moodboard

“good morning, good morning, not you…you can choke.” / @fckaugust

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text: open

zeki: weird question

zeki: do you have a spare wrench

august: y'all don't already have enough to fill a warehouse?

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@cyrellea​

august believed that his theory made sense. and he wasn’t sure whether he liked it or not. if it were true, then there could be thousands of him out there that he had no control over. the man he just was was no longer him. did it disprove or prove the existence of a soul ? although such were usually in line with religion, august still took a certain comfort in believing they did exist, even if they ceased to just as soon as you did. but would this mean he had one and there were thousands with none ? would it mean he had thousands ? or would it mean he had none ?

however, he hadn’t even gotten a second opinion on how logical it was ( well... he kind of had in the form of lydia, but that was more a case of him sharing an idea and her listening ). it seemed to line up with the ‘parallel universe’ theory, but was that a legitimate theory ? or closer to conspiracy ? he knew of only one person he trusted to tell him how likely it was... 

“ i’ve been thinkin’ more about this lately, ” he prefaced ( with a very dangerous sentence ), “ and i was thinkin’... there are people here who do and don’t remember the ‘first’ 2014. but what if that wasn’t the first ? what if it was just... our main one. our 2014. ” he cocked his head to the side and continued, “ ‘cause everyone’s actin’ like we just rewound, but what if it’s more like... our 2021 selves still exist, but they ain’t... us... anymore ? like, it ain’t that this is the same timeline but new, it’s... a whole new one, ‘least starting when we all woke up... ” august rambled, finding great difficulty in verbally articulating his theory to cyrelle. maybe it was because it was cyrelle, maybe it because he wasn’t much of a talker, maybe it was because it was too big an idea to flawlessly vocalize... “ that make any sense ? ”

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vndii​:

  the weather, the holiday, the cheesy easter activities they got to participate in, it just about cleared up all of the darkness that had been clouding her mind. as soon as the storm ended and the power came back on it was like she could finally breathe again, see the light at the end of the tunnel. the fires and the towns impending doom was on the backburner, and now she was fixing up bonnets, with august of all people - and she truly couldn’t have been happier.

andi glanced up from the one she had been working on, to the hat grasped firmly in his hands, a laugh spilling from her lips. “ you know, that’s actually really fitting. “ she beamed over at him, wagging her brows playfully in his direction. “ we’re all mad here. ”

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it was... funny. it was funny that the way everyone was escaping this situation, the fires and ( for those who knew ) the timeline, was through activities such as decorating bonnets, baking cakes, setting up for barn dances... what an interesting easter. had the priest been left to preach to himself and himself alone ?

he gave a single nod as if this competition suddenly meant the entire world to him ( was it even a competition ? ). ‘this is so odd and pointless’ seemed to quickly transition into ‘we can create True Art on this pre-made bonnet’ -- he and andi could prove to be true artistes ! and who was gonna try to disprove them ? a bunch of six-year-olds ? “ yeah -- yeah, i’m thinkin’ we got the real obvious white rabbit and his house, the color scheme, the real trippy florals, some kinda maze... could get overwhelmed real quick, though -- ain’t all that big... ”

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lydiaturan​:

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Just for then, things didn’t feel so terrible. The world was falling apart, she’d never dance again and half of Darkwood was destined to burn down but at least they had some time before then to try and make right with the world they had once known. Everything was ruined. It was time to take what she had so far and start again. 

She didn’t think too deeply about the situation they were in, the predicament of inviting someone she didn’t know well into her life as if the door were wide open. Could it be worse than all those she had already given that chance to? She is cheered slightly, it’s a vague and odd feeling that she knows will pass but maybe a little hope is all she needs to cling onto. Hope and HD television, a recipe for success. She doesn’t say much about the theory, not wanting to break her own heart about whether or not they really can change a thing. It’s too much for her now, the ever growing list of things that could go wrong and those that already have tucked away in some deep hidden part of her brain. “Then we’ll do it. Lets get out of here,” her Father won’t mind. Her Father probably doesn’t like August but he never liked Dean either… he just doesn’t know yet how bad things really get. Maybe that’s one thing she can be grateful for, her Grandmother will still be judging from her chair in the corner and pointing out the worst parts of Darkwood for a few more years. “How about we make a deal? You can even choose what we watch on my big screen if you piggy back me home… Casts are only fun for writing on, not hopping on.”

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it was a lightbulb moment. for a second, the situation didn’t seem as brutal -- if there were timelines that spanned, then everyone was bound to be better off than they were in at least one of them. it was a high he knew would not last long, one he knew would crash again when he considered the timeline they’d just ‘left’ -- what their original timeline was meant to be. who were they now ? now that they didn’t inhabit those bodies ? or... that they did, but didn’t ? 

but, for just that moment, he could breathe. nothing was going to be OK. but he could breathe, thinking only of hd tv. because lydia knew about the timeline. and because lydia didn’t die. and because lydia didn’t face some kind of deformation fate. she could see. she could look in the mirror and see smooth skin. at least they could both say that. he didn’t know if her leg was new. he assumed it was, but didn’t dare ask -- not yet. instead, he simply winced when she mentioned hopping on it. he’d forgotten how much of a bitch a broken leg could be. “ deal. ” he crouched over, allowing her space to get on his back and knowing they looked like two damn fools. but who cared ? “ but y’might regret givin’ me all this power. ”

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Connell just misses his best friend

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@vndii​

bonnet making. an odd task to be assigned, to say the least, but such was the burden of taking residence in darkwood. he supposed it could be worse -- he could be barn dancing ( and the boy had two left feet ), right ? so how hard could it be ? from what he saw, it seemed all they would be doing was decorating pre-made hats. thank god. 

he slid up by andi and clapped his hands together, deciding it wouldn’t be too harmful... right brain springing to action, he kept his eyes on the bonnet and cocked his head to the side. “ i’m thinkin’ of a sorta alice in wonderland thing... ” was she free to reject his idea ? completely ! but would he assume she knew that and not clarify ? yes !

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➡ writer of the month, march edition.

for the month of march, the writer of the month award goes to lucky for their portrayal of august ( @fckaugust ). throughout the month of march lucky has astounded us with memes and videos that make us laugh until we can’t breath. although all of the characters are beautiful and wonderful, we think that for the month of march, your writing of august really dazzled us. the detail, precision, dramatic flair, backstory and the overall effort put into this character is what we love the most. thank you for not only being a fantastic human being but for making august a wonderful character to write with. i think that all our members will agree that for the month of march, you were the person who most deserved this award for bringing life to not only august but also to us !

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lydiaturan​:

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She listened to what he said, her gaze never breaking away. As dark and blunt as her assumptions had maybe been, the smallest smile met with her lips about the absurdity of it all. She wondered if there was another Lydia out there who was dancing at the Royal ballet right now with her heart in her mouth. She wondered if there was another Lydia who had let go of Darkwood and became someone knew, maybe one that was different from her in many ways and had never had her heart broken quite so many times by the same situations she continued to put herself through. Maybe what shocked her most of all was that she wasn’t sure there was a single reality that could exist where she would have all the things she wanted and maybe that would be all right. 

“Then I hope in one of them we both got to be happy. Maybe in one of them you’re watching in 4K HD,” she tilts her head to look at him properly. Perhaps in so many ways she never really got to know everyone… she always felt they never really got to know her, taking her as just the naive and innocent little girl that she would always partly be. In truth, she had never had the opportunity to know them well either other than the observations her gentle heart cared to make. Unlike the surface level friendships she had made with some people, she had never felt she knew August particularly well at all. He was friends with Cyrelle, maybe there was even a rumour that something more might exist between them but Lydia had never seen that with her own eyes. She had been busy with Dean or with dance or holding Penny’s hand, “Want to watch some HD with me tonight? Maybe that’s how we play our part in saving the universe.”

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there were so many possible realities. to folks such as ash and nina, this was their reality. this was what they perceived as being their place in time. so who was to say that the past 2021 wasn’t someone else’s false reality, one they had been unaware of ? one that continued after their wakings in 2014 ? if it were so, the possibilities were infinite. not even their births were guaranteed. perhaps he was dead in one timeline, perhaps he was going to live to 100 in another. how it all depended. how it all depended upon free-will in a world that liked to think it had control. there was comfort in the idea, and there was a frustration in the fact that he would never know for sure.

“ gotta say, sounds nice, but i’d miss those bunny ears, ” he joked. he wondered then, a thought he would not voice this time, but a notable one: what would make them both happy ? what could make them both happy ? “ world of happiness... a tad unsettling. but a world where we get them longer spells of it... that’s a plumb nice concept. ” never had he thought he would talk to lydia about such deep subjects. never had he truly thought he would have a conversation with lydia that would go past a brief ‘hello’ or head nod of acknowledgement. but here they were in this timeline, theorizing together, hoping together -- doing the unexpected. the unlikely. he chuckled at her offer. “ i mean, world can’t save itself. if we gotta watch some hd to play our part, we gotta watch some hd. ”

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lydiaturan​:

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She had convinced herself in the past to let go all of the negativity that had engulfed her. It was a lot easier to do that knowing you would never come face to face with those that had hurt you or wronged you again. Her emotions had been locked away in some small box inside of her that was never meant to be re-opened but much like her wounds, now she was overcome with things and feelings that were brand new.

“All of it,” she breathes, thinking of a bunch of memories that are building an entire new story. All the frozen frames of a life once lived coming together as a reminder of how things really turn out. A month ago she had been hopeful that they could turn over a new leaf but now she was sitting there wondering if there was a new leaf to be turned over or if it was just a new flame lost in a fire that would scorch them all. “I always really believed that in the end things worked out how they were meant to… that there was a reason for everything, I just hadn’t found it yet. But now… that’s just not real. It’s not true.”

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august had begun to wonder... what if their original timelines were continuing ? what if there was a world in which it was still 2021, in which they were all still operating the way they would if there weren’t ? and how many possible timelines could there be ? what if the world in which nik had made millions on his own merit ( ...to a degree... ) was still out there ? what if the world in which he and cyrelle no longer spoke was still out there ? what if the world in which he had never gotten the opportunity to confront dean was still out there ? what if there was a multiverse, and what if some of them were still better off while some of them were still worse off ? a concern -- or, rather, a simple thought -- that he never dared air. were they not already thinking about enough ? and was it even answerable ? even worth considering ? there was only one person he’d dare mention it to unprovoked, but she was not there.

so he did care. perhaps not in the same way or necessarily about all of the same things the others did. but it plagued him. “ makes you feel better, i ain’t all that uncaring. ” but he didn’t miss his old life. not that he particularly enjoyed this one, but at least he had other things to occupy his mind. “ universe is random and cruel. you ask me, there’s no real fate or destiny -- nothing that we’re all workin’ towards ‘cept death. but... ” he was going to do it, he was going to share, “ think about it. you ask me, i don’t think our original lives were just... erased. somewhere, i’m still twenty-eight and watchin’ static tv and you’re still... good. and, all we know, there are countless timelines. one of ‘em’s got me walkin’ some purebred maltese at the national dog show and got you paintin’ a portrait of steve buscemi that’ll be sold for millions. ” he theorized, stating the first things that came to mind... and he had no clue how they got in there. perhaps he wanted a dog... “ never know what paths might diverge, not when we control our fate. ”

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deanlombardi​:

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dean just laughed bitterly in response. maybe august wasn’t totally off base in identifying him as a poser; he did in fact play up the bad boy aesthetic without all that much substance to back it up. sure, he’d keyed the odd car, stolen the odd pack of cigs, and had his fair share of substance abuse, but mostly his ‘cred’ relied on a whole lot of sarcasm and confidence. hardly anyone ever questioned his self-identified ‘bad boy’ image solely because he looked the part — or, at least, a small town full of close-minded people thought he did. apparently all it took was a motorcycle and some tattoos and he might as well have been al capone (the italian ancestry probably helped in that department, too). 

all that being said, dean still felt that this was a pot calling the kettle black situation. you mean to tell me, he thought, that the guy going around picking fights for no damn reason isn’t trying to project a certain image to the world? “whatever you need to tell yourself, pal. but…some friendly advice? you might wanna worry about your own damn mask.”

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august raised his eyebrows, bemused by dean’s response. “ ain’t a damn part of me been fabricated, ” he replied, opening his arms wide... sure, maybe knowing the word ‘fabricated’ had been something he wouldn’t have been able to adopt if it weren’t for darkwood. sure, maybe plenty of the ‘bigger’ words he found himself able to use had been adopted. sure, perhaps he put on a mask of being unfazed by the town -- of despising the town ( which, to be fair, he did to an extent ) -- when, in reality, it had taught him many things he wouldn’t have known otherwise. but, at the end of the day, he put up no fronts. 

“ bad act ain’t all on you, though -- not when people actually fall for it, ” he scoffed, only then coming to the realization that dean’s projected image could be as transparent as glass and there were still people actually... believing in it. “ might be all ‘book smart,’ ” he began, exaggerating his air quotes, “ but they got goddamn awful judgment. ” they did blindly blame eddie and call it a day, after all.

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lydiaturan​:

@fckaugust​

There was something rather spectacular about how terrible things had turned out to be. There had always been the good, the bad and the ugly when it came to her town but all three had been squeezed into one month. It had been bad enough to have to suffer once but even for someone like Lydia, it was almost beyond reason to expect her to survive going through it all again not knowing what the ultimate price would be. Who would live? Who would die? Would it happen all over again? What was the point?

She stared at her old phone, bandaged fingertips ran over the side but she knew no calls would come… not even a text. The last person she had texted was Penny and she was still waiting for the reply, not truly knowing what the status quo of a new twenty fourteen would bring for all their friendships either. She looked across the room. It was filled with noise and yet she felt that she was talking to only one person, a cliche that was often romantic but this time only fell flat. She only saw him but she was pretty sure he had never seen her never mind considered taking the opportunity to strike up a conversation, “Is this all easier when you don’t really care?” she asks before she can help herself but even the new Lydia catches her harsh words, however true they may be, “I probably didn’t mean that.”

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it was funny. a local establishment burned to the ground, an investigation that was nowhere near complete, an impending fire that he couldn’t talk about for whatever reason... all tied up in a neat bow, pastel bow... inside a whicker basket which nested a bunny and a chick. easter had never been up there in august’s favorite holidays, but darkwood easters were always especially humorous to him for the mere contrast. and now this ? contrast within contrast.

he looked around the area, picking up on all and none of the chatter. escapism without a proper escape, wasn’t it ? but who could blame them ? hell, it wasn’t exactly like he was thinking about holy cannoli in his free time. and it wasn’t like he was about to openly chatter about the altered timeline -- not with all of the folks who didn’t know about it. so the only thing that stopped him from his inevitable leaving was the conversation struck up by another woman. he recognized her, someone he would’ve been mutually acquainted with, but couldn’t say he knew. nonetheless, he chuckled at the introductory question. even in her backtracking, it’d already been brought up -- why pretend it hadn’t ? “ depends which part you’re talkin’. ” the fire ? the other fire ? the fires to come ? the altered timeline ? something that had to do with fellow residents ? endless possibilities ! he took note of the bandages on her fingers and, although he said nothing, recalled ash telling him that ‘his friends’ ( so, he assumed, those within his age bracket ) had gotten caught in the fire. there was no need to make assumptions off of such a small detail, and yet... but he wouldn’t prod. who the hell knew how those were acquired ? he’d been bandaged plenty in his life and had only ever been five steps away from a fire, after all. 

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[fckaugust]

♣ (for nik or august, take ur pick!)

♣:  Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message.

text to august: i had a dream that we got high and had a 3 way with snoop dogg. surprisingly good. text me if u want to know more

♣:  Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message.

text to nik: wanna do it in the stock room? you’re the closest i can get to fucking a demon

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actually ✍ ( ignore the other one, i'm indecisive )

✍: for what my muse has written about yours in their diary.

disclaimer: this is all hypothetical, of course ! also, all spelling errors he inevitably would’ve made have been corrected with the exception of jake gyllenhaal’s name.

november 17th, 2010:

today that nice guy mx took me to meet a couple people he’s friends with. they were all pretty cool i guess, but it was kinda weird because apparently a lot of them knew i ‘replaced’ this guy named eddie. maybe i’ll try to meet him. anyway, one of them was named syrelle (i think) and i think she was my favorite. she was really nice and honestly very pretty too!

november 18th, 2010:

update: it’s spelled cyrelle. with a c.

november 22nd, 2010:

cyrelle learned i was born (and partially bred, you know my story! you’re me!) in west virginia and had me watch this movie called ‘october sky.’ she was talking the whole time so i don’t really know what it was about, but that’s okay. i think i liked that better than just the general concept of watching a movie in the first place. she’s really smart. like... really smart. i also didn’t really know what she was talking about because she’s so smart, but i still liked it a whole lot. she gave me a copy of the dvd. i looked it up to see if it seemed like i should watch it without cyrelle. apparently it’s a combo of our worlds, if you will: west virginia and space. and jake gylenhal jake gyllinhall jake gillenhall jake gyllenhall (sp?).

january 4th, 2011:

so apparently cyrelle’s mom’s some kind of famous actress? i don’t know. there seems to be a lot of weird judgment going on about her family which... i don’t get? everyone has weird family things going on. unless she’s part of the manson family (and i don’t think they were actually related or really a family... right? also wasn’t that in the 60s? rip sharon tate), WHO CARES ABOUT LOCAL DRAMA?!?!?!

july 18th, 2013:

so ‘the conjuring’ is coming out tomorrow. i think i might try to actually ask cyrelle to hang out - like, go to the movies with me, that kind of hang out. the one you see in movies. 

july 21st, 2013:

ignore july 18th, re cyrelle. i didn’t send the text and i don’t think i will. i’m gonna be that guy who says he’s in the ‘friendzone,’ ew. i hope someone punches me if i ever say that or call myself a ‘nice guy’. or wear a fedora. so anyway, [ stuff about other people ].

september 20th, 2014:

i was so worried cyrelle and [insert various other names] were in there. i hate that i was thinking about all of them and i still couldn’t just... go in. i was so close. and now nina’s dead because i’m a damn coward. and george is dead because i didn’t do a damn thing even though i was so fucking close to it. all it took were five goddamn steps. and i just kept thinking... you selfish idiot. if you go in, you’re a selfish idiot because you just wanna be a big damn hero. if you stay here, you’re a selfish idiot because you’ll let your friends burn to a crisp. i’m really glad cyrelle and [the other names] weren’t there. rachel was though, and now she might be blind. we’re not close enough for me to know all the details yet, but i know it’s not... good. and jesse’s face is all disfigured which is unfair because he actually saved people. at least i finally have proof that karma doesn’t exist. 

november 28th, 2014:

i wonder how everyone else is doing... i wonder if they even wanna talk about it. i wonder if cyrelle is okay.

july 16th, 2018:

jesse keeps calling me. i don’t know why he hasn’t stopped yet. i know why. so i don’t know why he keeps calling - how he hasn’t gotten the message yet. but i’d be lying if i said i didn’t wonder every now and again how cyrelle’s doing. it’s been hard to keep in touch with most of my old friends, we’re all unreachable for one reason or another. i think the only person still even kind of keeping us together is mx...

october 15th, 2018:

he’s dead. i saw it coming and i didn’t do shit about it. a goddamn idiot. who else am i gonna lose now? and i don’t just mean to substances or a lack of communication. i’ve lost a lot of people that way. but to death. to literal death, probably caused by substances. i’m so fucking scared cyrelle’s gonna be next, but we haven’t talked in so long i shouldn’t just go fucking meddling. there’s no point in pulling a jesse. dean didn’t fucking listen to me about mx, so who the hell’s to say cyrelle would listen to me about herself? and why should she even care? what are we to each other anymore, just acquaintances? it’s so fucking funny how people can leave your life as quickly as they came into it. maybe i’ll be next. it’d be a lot easier that way.

october 29th, 2019:

it’s cyrelle’s birthday today. i don’t think anyone’s having a good one anymore, at least not the people who aren’t coping well. i haven’t had any good ones that i can remember. but i still hope something good happened. maybe neil degrasse tyson finally admitted he was mutually feuding with her? i don’t know. we all have so little time.

march 23rd, 2020:

happy birthday to me. happy birthday to me. happy birthday mr. carpenter. happy birthday to me. i never liked birthdays, i didn’t want people to wish me happy them. but i never actually thought about what it’d be like to not hear it once i started hearing it. cyrelle, mx, nina... it’s weird. it’s odd that only one of those three is still alive. physically.

february 27th, 2021:

i haven’t tried to talk to cyrelle again. she hasn’t tried to talk to me again. i don’t know why i’m still writing about her. consider this my last entry. forever. it’s been real, my sweetest friend.

THE REMIX:

february 28th, 2014:

so many entries are gone. so i guess i’m writing about her again, but now i can write about anyone... because we’re all alive? it’s kinda tragic, isn’t it? we talked. it really was like it was 2014 again, but before all the bullshit happened. i don’t know which is more tragic: having to face up to all the dead people who don’t know they died and will probably die again, or having to face up to all the lost friends and recognize that so much time has passed but so little has too. i don’t wanna miss it this time around -- this might be the only good part of being 22 again. but i also don’t want to sacrifice our second chance. but even if i do... what will it matter in the long run? it’s just gonna repeat itself. why get my hopes up for anything different?

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∞:

∞: a random headcanon about my muse and yours.

when august was first getting acclimated to life in the uk, he’d often ( very hesitantly ) ask for rachel’s help in understanding various topics he needed to know to both survive there and... survive schooling. how many miles is in a kilometer, so one and so forth ? do y’all spell everything that i spell with an ‘o’ with an ‘ou’ ? so fleetwood mac didn’t just call it ‘rumours’ to be fancy ? how do you remember to drive on the left side of the road i mean ‘right is right,’ right ?