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Popping in to say HELLO I LOVE YOU. I know it’s been a hot minute, but you life called and I had to answer. Thank ya’ll so much for your patience and support. I’ve been thinking about you and hope to be back shortly. Just wanted to leave that update. Big smooches.

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INDEFINITE HIATUS. I’ve spent some time away ( primarily due to a raging fever ), but I’ve come to the realization that I need to just check out. I was saving this news for later, but I’ll go ahead and make it known now: I got into a PhD program and they’re going to fully fund me. In truth, I feel so happy being immersed in my studies and it gets hard sometimes because, let’s be real, RP has its concerning moments. I just don’t think it’s healthy for me to be so heavily immersed in that kind of environment when I’m finally getting the chance to move out and follow my dreams. I’ve met a lot of amazing people with amazing talent and I honestly hope this place serves as a starting point for any successful and creative endeavors you intend to pursue in the near future. If you don’t think anyone believes in you, just know that I do. And if anyone wants my discord, I’d be more than happy to hand it out - just IM me! I’m finally happy for once in my life and I hope you guys can find your happiness too.

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mfw i see @blendintowalls​  ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 

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elastixhearts‌: 

               Mark could silently PRAY that Amanda wasn’t going to get up to any of her antics, mainly with that venomous tongue of hers, but he doubted that he would have any stroke of luck with that. He was parked out in front of the bar, eyes narrowing to see if he could spot her through the darkness and into the foggy bar windows but he didn’t have any luck. Hopefully she wasn’t passed out over the counter of the bar because he really wasn’t looking to go in there and carry her drunk ass out to the car. He didn’t even want to be here at all but something inside of him had agreed to pick the woman up.

               The officer reached over to unlock the car doors, not exactly trusting this side of town. He had arrested plenty of criminals in this area before and some of them had tried ripping civilians right out of their cars and taking them for a ride. Some of them had a rude awakening, too, when they tried getting into the wrong cars. Sometimes it was hard walking into certain places when all you could think about is the scum that inhabited these parts and the dirty arrests that he had made. He took a breath, looking towards the window as she propped herself against it.

                ❝I hear some uber drivers don’t even charge for money anymore, hence the handcuffs.❞  What was that? Some kind of humor?  ❝Just get in there car already, Amanda. I’ll get you home.❞  Mostly he was just anxious for her to get in already so he could drop her off wherever she needed to go and he could get on with his night. That didn’t entail much if he was being honest with himself. He could tie up a few loose ends for John if he needed, too, or he could just go home and try to sleep, even if it was a lucky four hours.

                                       ❛ Are you THAT disgusted by this place, Mark? ❜

                   ISN’T IT UNEASY BEING AROUND YOUR DEMONS? Doesn’t it make the stomach TURN to be around the things that once took so much from you? Money, life, the ability to feel - all of it STOLEN by a small sample of spirits. Once an addict, ALWAYS an addict. Even if he fights the urge to go inside, she can feel that anxious energy radiating off fellow reaper. The only difference between them is her ability to CAVE IN to those cravings. Upon hearing the way he dismisses her delight, a frown quickly takes the place of once pleased expression. She reluctantly opens the door, plops to his side, and rests a foot upon the dashboard. She can’t tell if she’s too faded to care about how she’s coming off or if she’s naturally DEFIANT towards those doing her a service. Regardless, this is her RESISTANCE, but she silently thanks her newfound savior for coming when no one else could.  

                                         ❛ . . . You’re not going to tell John, ARE YOU? ❜

                   But something tells her he already knows, regardless of whether or not they speak of her sin. She can feel the impending DISAPPOINTMENT; she can see the way his eyes barely acknowledge her existence. . . She imagines those minor motions that send a wave of woe across her world ( WHICH HE HELPED TO BUILD ) and she senses the silence that comes with his decision to let her suffer ALONE. They BREAK BODIES for a living; they pray through the act of pain. . . How could she not be TIRED from all the torment? How could she not want to distance herself from the damnation? Especially when she was selected to be the PRODIGY; especially when she knows the games require a new kind of GORE. Does HE, the man beside her, even understand? Or is he still so caught up in his own dream that the price to pay doesn’t matter? 

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@elastixhearts

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so i recently got to red ranks as a survivor and... wow. i can’t wait for reset because this is awful.

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bandage patch them up when they get hurt. -Nurse

                         SHE ONLY MAKES THE WOUND WORSE. Red descends from head to jaw, dripping slowly like sugar from a STRAWBERRY GASH. The pain ends up pulsating, but much of her neglects the ache. This isn’t the first time she’s suffered something so severe and she’s certain it won’t be the last. In fact, she rather LIKES the way it LEAKS; she rather LIKES how the HURT can be so humbling. It reminds her of what it was once like to be human, to be part of a world where pain meant something, where murder had so much meaning. But in a world where she is ETERNAL, these wounds are simply a reminder that she can be attacked, but not ended. It’s a reminder that her new gods get to decide these games and if she is to fail, THEN HER FLESH WILL FUCKING FEEL IT. She spits to the side, careful not to get drool on the damsel. Rust resides within the goop she expelled, but she can’t tell the source of her suffering. Was it from the BLOODY NOSE? Or perhaps when she BIT HER TONGUE the moment pallet fell upon her frame? Regardless, she brushes it off as a minor inconvenience and allows nurse to resume her wrapping.                         SOFTNESS - it comes in the form of a gauze and delicate fingers through her hair. She can tell this woman is careful not to make the wounds worse; she can tell that her comfort is being considered. Eyes, just as BLOODSHOT as her body, look up at the other rather weakly. There is still some DEFIANCE in those optics - a fire that begs not to be babied. But isn’t it funny how things have changed? In her own world, she was used to caring for her own cuts. She recalls the strong sent of alcohol upon her entirety and sliding into bed smelling like cheap spirits. She recalls crimson STAINING the edge of her jeans when the wraps weren’t enough to suppress new slashes. She recalls moments of STITCHING HERSELF SHUT, even when she knew a possible infection was inevitable. Never before had someone bothered to tend to her tragedy, or make her feel like she was worthy of being preserved. Much of this moment is difficult to define and yet she finds herself softened, defenseless, VULNERABLE to any vexation. But none come. All that emerges is the familiar shape of a hidden beauty trying to heal a fellow heathen. Maybe she’s losing too much life; maybe the chemicals have come over her… But she finds herself needing to say… 

                                           ❛ WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE YOU? ❜

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Honestly if it's a date with me there's gonna be a lot of hand holding and fun facts, I like fun facts. (I'm an asexual lesbian this is as sexy as I can muster sorry lol)

                    She glances at her own palms, but briefly - and in that moment, she SWEARS she sees crimson upon her creation. A BLINK; it’s gone. Why would anyone want to wrap themselves around something that has caused so much RUIN? And any time that her hand has been taken, it’s always been guided to places that have caused her so much PAIN. She suppresses the urge to shudder - man has imposed her with so many memories she wishes to forget. But perhaps if fingers are gentle and expected, she’ll be CONTENT with the contact. 

                                 ❛ Or we can just be comfortable with the QUIET; it’s not as scary as most would think. ❜

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Hey! I think you're really great! I like you a lot! Maybe we can hang out or something...

❛ You seem nervous - I LIKE THAT. It’s kind of you to make time for the DEVIL. Where were you thinking of taking me? I’ll consider it done. ❜

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I just think you're super pretty and wanna take you on a date to like, the zoo, or the museum or an aquarium to watch all the fish, it's really relaxing. Then we can go get ice cream I dunno whatever you wanna do.

                                                              ❛ Huh… ❜

                      She can’t pinpoint her initial emotion. Much of those intentions and words feel foreign, UNDESERVED, and like that don’t belong. She feels foolish admitting she had never been to any of those places ( BEFORE AND AFTER HER BAPTISM ), but all at once, did she ever really care to? Had they laced SIN into the setting, she might’ve felt more at home - but only because she feels like she DESERVES a setting of FILTH rather than something refined and regal. Much of her wants to part ways with something so promising. It doesn’t seem real, but that interest is AUTHENTIC. How can they find beauty with a woman riddled in WOUNDS? She’ll ACCEPT - if only to seek out an answer.

                              ❛ YOU PICK. But take it slow. I’m not a people person. ❜

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Damn, you like to play games too? Ok. Ok.

                   ❛ You could say that. The games are meant to show me how BADLY you want to LIVE. But, my friend… I can’t say I PLAY FAIR. I like to believe I have good insight about a person. So, they’re not allowed to WIN and in turn… THEY’RE NOT ALLOWED TO LIVE. ❜

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Just... you're hot. You literally have a gun and that's hot and???? I don't have a gun kink but it makes Amanda hotter. She could ruin my ass anyday as long as I can get a boop from her snoot.

                   Was that a SMIRK that tugs at the corner of her lips? She can’t possibly be amused so easily by their willingness to ROT. This is the first time power is bestowed onto her presence; the first time she was equated to the almighty. It’s a RUSH - she feels ADRENALINE coating blood so boldly. And yet, the queen of cruelty must keep her cool. She is, after all, a professional at bending and BREAKING the body.                                     ❛ A willingness to SUBMIT - I like that. If guns aren’t your thing, I have PLENTY of other toys we can PLAY WITH. We can take our time. I’ve got centuries to see what makes you SQUIRM ( AND SUFFER ). ❜

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It's Sinday! Go on anon and confess your muses feelings for mine!

Don’t give clues as to who it’s from! Let my muse try and figure it out!

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also it’s sinday so just remember...  👀 👀 👀 👀 🔪 🔪 🔪 🔪

you’re a bottom.

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i’m staring at those memes and i realized that... i don’t know if amanda is supposed to be reacting to those actions happening to her or...if she’s supposed to be engaging in those actions herself. so... i’m just gonna do my best and cross my fingers that ya’ll like it.

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DAMNIT THIS WOMAN IS MY WIFE