#━━ 001. in character.

[resonette]

@killerhubby ↻ ♡  (  not accepting.  ) [   now playing . . .  ascensionism, sleep token.   ]

" a shame. " 

she steps over the corpse at her feet, the gun in her hand still radiating with some semblance of true identity, true power, true something. there is evidence in the huntress's eyes that she is not here for a fight, and that this is not a table where children can play at. when she notices that no heads in the room turn too intently or seem to change in any way, she wonders if anyone in this room actually liked the man she just killed dead on the floor, or if everyone here was all too interested in pawning off the death and the aftereffects of what would happen to the upstart's resources on some wayward huntress with a motive as big and complex as her deathwish. she moves from where she was standing towards the back of the room and takes a seat at the table - across the way from the man of the house, seated amongst others who were somewhere on the metaphorical foodchain of way above her yet way below him. the bloodstained soles of her shoes are blissfully stained red, giving the appearance of metaphorical louboutins. were she not on day three of no sleep, she might have found that disgusting.

but she's almost to a breakthrough. and the man she's looking at holds the key, the answer, and the code.

" i really would like to apologize on behalf of your houseguest, " seren speaks fluidly, most likely the first words beyond a polite greeting to anyone all night. " but i want to have it on the record that he pulled his gun on me first. i just happened to be the better shot. if no one else is going to take the time you allowed him to speak, mr. mirage, perhaps i might take the time? i'm happy to wait until everyone else is finished discussing business, of course. i've yet to even introduce myself, after all. "

[frigidlegacy]

— 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 ( @polardestiny ) : ❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜ an assortment of dialogue prompts , accepting.

but they would. they would break, because dorian halliwell did not know any sort of tenderness. no, see, any tenderness he might have had died alongside prudence, lost to the world around him and buried with her corpse, intertwining between his big sister's fingers, protecting him from the all-encompassing darkness of her casket and the suffocating cascade of the earth she was buried underneath. you can touch me, they say, and dorian still hesitates, his hand hovering just above their cheek.

it has been a long night - the off-seasons usually are - and this is one of the first ones he's shared with them, here, in his home. his perfectly-manicured home, where nothing is out of place, where he has made his life into a display rather than a source of comfort. look, it says, look at how well i'm put together. look at how neatly i have placed myself into boxes, look at how perfect i am. i am prudence's successor, his home says, and there is no room for error.

it is a monochrome, greyscale world, and frankie dechart sits here in the softness of his bedroom, creating color wherever they go. it splatters across his vision like technicolor, and he trembles, fearful of this softness. what if, when he does touch them, they break, and he is without companionship again? what if he is equated to the man that broke their heart, their mind, their body? ( he is not a foolish creature; he knows that when frankie asks are you sure? , they are not asking if he's sure about his choices. they are asking if he is sure he cares for them.)

( of course he cares for them. how could he not? )

his hand lays itself atop their cheek in the low light of the bedroom, their bodies wrapped up among bedsheets. they reach for him, and he embraces them, holding them to his chest, exhaling slowly. not that scary, his mind finally concedes, and he melts. it's warm. it feels good. 

[artbytesslyn]

robutt, guts out

[thecollectibles]

Disco by Zxx.001

[resonette]

when chiyo was brought to their house by josephine, seren was elated. in part, because there would be someone to fill the void that caleb was about to leave, and in part because she would be able to keep her company. (  that is to say, seren would have purpose again. being josephine's primary caretaker was good enough for now, but what would happen when she was gone? who would there be left to project her needs onto?  )  she views chiyo in the same way she views caleb: they are not like sisters, but they are more than friends. it's a weird unspoken third thing that feels like a pinky promise in one way and a suicide pact in the others.

the small table is a vast distance when chiyo admits that she thought seren might stop her. would you have, seren? she swallows a bit, and seren does not try to hide the grief on her features, the sweatshirt in place of a sweater, the leggings in place of a romper or overalls. how her nails, once painted and manicured, have been chewed, the cuticles pulled until they bled. how the burn scar from the night they watched the house burn hasn't yet healed, and the bandages are slightly visible from where her sweatshirt is pulled up to her forearms.

" i won't stop you from needing answers. but i will stop you from doing this on your own. " she mindlessly rubs her thumb against the necklace they'd once given caleb as a goodbye-gift, her fingers surely tarnishing the silver by now thanks to her own anxious habit. " i've been thinking about all of this. how far back it goes. how your parents died, how my parents died, my surgeries and my memory lapses, the resonance as a whole . . . there is something going on with us and with the attack . . . i want to find it, too. i want to put it to rest. " 

she sighs, running her tongue over her lips. and then, finally, she speaks. " . . . zay.ne gave me a box. one that grandma gave to him long before you'd ever been in her care. i must have been a child. i haven't . . . opened it yet. i couldn't bring myself to. do you . . . think we open it? "  how bittersweet, for chiyo to be pandora, and seren, the box.

@resonette wanted a lil something!

" i figured you'd understand, but... " chiyo trails off, gaze averted to the streets outside and brow furrowed as she watches people go about their day as normal. normal. nothing feels normal anymore -- maybe hasn't since her parents, and only now she isn't strong enough to remain in denial. even that invisible hand that always seemed to guide her feels absent, like it's abandoned her when any familiarity at all would have been a comfort.

but she isn't alone. it's easy to be swallowed up by grief and forget, but however terrible it is, seren is in the same exact boat as chiyo. they both lost people they cared about. they both were given information that only left them with more questions. maybe they'll get through this, then, together.

she meets seren's gaze, surprisingly misty-eyed when she goes to speak. she has to gather herself for a moment before that choked feeling goes away. " i was worried you'd try to stop me. you've always looked out for me. " she looks out for everyone; who looks out for her? chiyo wants to. her eyes fall to the small table between them. " i need answers, though, even if it's dangerous. "

[vampiricgf]

ripping my hair out because nobody just wants to let ada exist independently. I genuinely do not gaf about who she is or isn't good with, give me HER. give me what her life looks like, her past, her inner monologue, her emotional states, how she's feeling about what her life has ended up being, all of that shit. shes fascinating to me and I love her because I know she's a cool as fuck woman that would make me shake and drool like a geriatric dog after giving me a night of the strap PLEASE god let me know how ada wong actually is without making a core part of her personhood a blonde man. especially when I know damn well she's for the girls stop fucking playing with me rn

[ct-anon]

Hello again, Rotomblr.

Let me say, I am very impressed at the amount of reception my prior poll got, I believe it’ll be good if I continue doing this.

For my second week poll, considering recent events with an old friend of mine.

(Reminder, I, nor anyone else, can see who responds in a poll. Respond truthfully, please.)

Feel free to answer, reblogging with an explanation garners more attention, which garners more answers. Reminder this is about your current region, though if you have anything to say about a prior region that’s also fine.

[resonette]

" please ? you really want me to say please right now  ?  "  there was a reason sylus had been called, and not someone else. she had already debriefed him on what she needed: an extra set of eyes, ears, hands, lips — something. it was obvious that seren needed something , someone in case a fight broke out. and given the state of the n109 zone, it was only fair that it was sylus who answered the call. the infamous lumiere had a bounty on his head, the artiste seemed to work with words rather than his hands, and the good doctor was miles away to the north currently. the brooch pinned to her shoulder meant she could come and go as she pleased. it did not, however, guarantee companionship. hence, the phone call.

" last i checked , which was recently , you need me as much as i need you. calling you instead of someone else is proof of that arrangement. "  forgive her, conqueror; she is nothing more than a mess of tangled thorns and nasty wilted vines seeking the nourishment of fertile soil and the hands of a gardener who can repot her and nurse her tender stem. but in the darkness, where the sun has been taken from the raven as punishment, she does not grow. instead, she rots. " it's a give and take, sylus. you help me with this, i help you with what you call on me next for. " a pause. her eyes, mismatched and fatigued, adorned with dark circles, flicker downwards, shoulders dropping in apology. 

" . . . sorry. i promised you i'd at least be polite when we spoke. but you're not getting that please out of me. i need your help. that's about as much as i'm willing to budge on it. "

@resonette sent: “ believe me, you weren’t my first choice, either. “ — for sylus, probably when they’re stuck together at some point.

❝ Should I be flattered then? ❞ Quick to retort, but he can't deny the smug expression tugging along the corners of his mouth. It wasn't often he found her to be in some sort of predicament that required his help. So he was going to soak this up as much as he can.

After killing the engine & leaning forward upon his motorcycle, he gave her appearance a once over. It didn't take much observation to see she's been through one hell of a time. He wasn't even going to begin any questioning though, it was already decided that he'd help. There was, however, a raise of a brow before he would willing offer up assistance. Refusal to budge off this motorcycle until...

❝ I'm waiting to hear you say please. ❞

RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS. [ ACCEPTING! ]

[resonette]

don't worry , god will forgive us .

(   van helsing. accepting. )

" you. "

the correction comes like sacrilege, almost. how brazen the flower maiden is when she looks at the goddess, casts her eyes upon her beauty, and still yet finds the bravery to correct her. it will get her punished, of this she knows, but she is not afraid. not she, who has looked upon the world and found it wanting. not her, who is responsible for the continued existence of her people. she is not yet princess, nor queen here, but she knows she is integral to this survival. they have made no mistake in ensuring that the flower maiden knows she will be sacrificed. that is why she must climb the foreseer's tower, seek his guidance, find a cure for her ailment before it is too late. before she dies, unable to help her people.

" our god will forgive . . . you. "

" but what of me? there is no happy ending for me. i do not get to wed, nor bear children, nor see the beautiful flowers i spent ages of my life planting bear fruit or seed. and what of me, o aurora, for the only way for the rest of my people to carry on is when my blood is spilt? is that why ASTRA has cursed me in this way? is that why you have come to look upon me before i enter the foreseer's tower as so many before me have? i am going to die anyways; i would rather it be at the hand of a man who can present unto me the truth than be laid upon an altar to a god who refuses to look upon me? "

golden eyes tear up, here, wet and wanting like the most divine of waterfalls. it is like she is watering her garden, here, with the way the tears so freely streak down her cheeks, pale skin reddening with each breath the philean girl takes. her hands are overturned, her palms extended. if the goddess so much as wanted her to prostrate herself before her, she would, to prove her point. had the most beautiful of auroras chosen mankind? had there been another to finally, FINALLY , see what the flower maiden had begged for years , eons , lifetimes of seeing ?

" do you wish ASTRA'S forgiveness?��because i do. i would throw myself to the wolves one final time if it mean ASTRA would end this hellacious cycle that has been thrust upon me. i cannot remember the lives that came before my own, yet i know they exist. i am dying, goddess, and i am scared. please - do not bar my path. please, o most beautiful aurora. let me find my truths, so that i might die knowing i did all i could. "

[frigidlegacy]

tag set. blog maintenance.

[geisterruf]

 ⸻  is  an  independent  &  selective  character of Cassedea Genéva Deleviere.

After being born in the Colombian slums, Cassedea moved at the age of 5 with her parents to Rhodes Island. It was both, an escape and a way of moving on. Her parents were extraordinary, having the ability to communicate with supernatural beings and being familiar with voodoo, cursed objects and exorcism. After a failed exorcism, the family felt the need to flee from the danger of the demon. Sadly, he followed them, killing both of her parents mysteriously. After being adopted and growing up, Cassedea found out that she had the same abilities like her parents. Therefore she tried to learn everything about them, getting help from her parents with whom she could communicate. At the age of 16 she brought the demon, who killed her parents, back to hell. Today she made a living out of exorcism and necromancy. When she’s not traveling through the country, she lives with her cousin and a basement full of dark secrets in New Orleans.

#geisterruf original and independent character based on the movies Conjuring, always open for plotting, multishipping and crossover friendly, german & english but german prefered, only interact if your 25+, she/her, bisexuell, low to semi active, m&pdni

Credits: @geisterwelt @strangergraphics

[resonette]

the little town's florist had enough problems without a man at her doorstep every now and again, but this was not so hard to dodge. bronn was a good man, at least, he was better than some of the folks from the cities she'd been to. when her grandmother passed, and she inherited the florist's shop, life had gotten better. mountain air was better for her heart condition, and she had time in the slow life of the neighboring villages to research what she could. when he leans against the counter, she turns; she is not as tired as him, but the gleam in her eyes implies she's been working hard (  rather than hardly working  )  .  " if you still think i'm sweet, then you haven't been around me long enough. "  she collects a flower from one of the bins behind the counter and tucks it behind his ear: a ranunculus  (  symbolizing charm,  )  , deep green to compliment the tone of his skin.  " i eat boys like you for breakfast. " 

lyric starters. / @resonette whoa, mama from bright star.

"I’m a restless small town boy with a heart as wild as a big city." bronn says, resting his elbows on the counter of her floral shop. he looks exhausted; it's no secret that bronn comes from the next town over and has a reputation for being a scoundrel. if they only knew what he was dealing with at home. he always had wanted to escape, but alas, sometimes you don't get what you want. "you're a sweet girl, wrap a man around your pinky..." has he been flirting with her every time he comes to town to deliver crops? yes. can't help it.

[poison-aivi]

yu ijin headcanon: he was badly influenced by the camp when he was young

headcanon that yu ijin once was like the toxic adults around him. young, impressionable 001 that arrived at the camp barely a teenager, surrounded by men with heavy hands and dirty mouths and dark minds. Perhaps he once got influenced to smoke cigarettes, to try drugs, drink alcohols like water, lay hands on his teammates for discipline. pre-teen yu ijin, freshly two-digits old, smoked cigarettes for his stress, drank alcohol as it seemed like the only drinkable supplies around instead of mineral water, he would raise his hands to his teammates but eventually he wouldn't see it fit to his style so he didn't continue doing it for too long, and when he tried getting high for the first time, it hindered his awareness so he never tried it again, but with almost everyone around him doing it all the time, he was still exposed and experienced to the concept of drugs and illegal substances.

but of course, the naturally good-hearted ijin would eventually learn the rights and wrongs by himself. he would manage to purge out and clean all his bad habits by himself, and before he knows it, he was like a fresh new person when he came to korea. his grandfather would warn him to not go with the wrong crowd, to avoid the underage smoking/drinking teenagers and going down the rabbit hole of addiction, or getting into violence with people. his friends would childishly look up to the gangsters that smoked 'coolly', or adults that hung out at bars. he would simply nod and stay silent at those words. they didn't know how accustomed he already was to all of those things, but none of them needed to know

[mingos]

*crawls out of the ground like a mole, coughing up copious amounts of dirt*

so, hello.

    i try to keep things as vague & light as possible when referencing my homelife because, honestly, the last time i brought up anything tangentially related i was essentially told “you being upset is making other people upset and ruining the fun” so being anything other than ✨chaotic positivity gremlin wilder ✨ here makes me paranoid, hence why i’ll just disappear for weeks sometimes. 

but. 

i’ve clearly been gone for a bit, will probably be gone for a bit longer, and since i’ve been getting messages from folks wanting to check in on me i wanna give a more detailed update than usual. i feel guilty for not responding directly, but for reasons i can’t get detailed on other than “the idea of having a conversation with 99.9% of people right now is terrifying” (is this what being nonverbal is, chat?) with even the .1% being a super recent development, a queue post into the void is my solution.

i won’t get that detailed, but if light references to domestic abuse, addiction, or just family issues in general are hard subjects for you - nothing past this paragraph is too pertinent anyway, so don’t worry about having to stop. all you gotta know is that some Bad Stuff with family happened, but i’m safe & i’ll be back in maybe another week or something. 

anyways. i was living out of hotels for about 3 weeks. 

more like 16-17 days if you want to get technical because 4 of those days i had an actual scheduled hotel for my twin’s wedding at the end of august - but i’ve basically been bouncing around since august 21st. the night of the 20th, i had a horrific fight with my family member and, for the first time ever, i left. don’t know if would call it brave on my part - since we were leaving for a trip anyway, this is just the first time my suitcase was already packed.

right now, i’ve been at another relative’s house since the 11th. i tried to go back on the 1st because, even after years of this, i’m apparently way too easy to convince everything is going to be fine…  but by the 2nd i was out of there again. 

currently mulling over my next move here because, as much as the common sense answer is to stay away, anybody who’s unfortunate enough to deal with this knows how complicated it is. i’m scared for this person’s safety as much as i am for my own. no one else really checks on them, and i’ve already had to deal with several medical emergencies they’ve had like bad falls & breathing problems. i don’t like leaving them alone for long because the guilt at the thought of something bad happening to them and no one knowing for possibly days or weeks eats me up.

i logically know i’ll have to get past that eventually because i can’t let my life be dictated by this incredibly toxic cycle forever or i’ll never be happy, but now isn’t the time. they also have a dog who would similarly be put at risk if something happened to them, so it’s a lot for me to worry about.

but, having said all that, we’re currently in the apology stage or i guess the negotiation stage because, after the shit that happened this time, i’m making it perfectly clear i’m not stepping foot in that house until they do something. detox, treatment, rehab, disulfiram, soberlink, therapy – something. we’re kind of running out of things for them to try at this point, but at least they used to try. they haven’t really been doing that this past year and I’m the one suffering the most because of it.

so yeah, that’s where things are at the moment. i’m mentally not doing so hot - but I’ve got my dog, and being able to sleep in a bed i’m familiar with for a change and not a hotel (I spent so much money on hotels, guys i’m cooked) is nice relief while I wait out whatever the hell is happening. talking to them over the phone again pretty much drains any of the energy I’ve got back, but it sounds like they’re starting to "get it' so hopefully they’ll start to take this seriously again because I can really only take one more year of this (if even) until I just need to accept these things aren’t my responsibility and move on.

honestly, having a close-knit group of friends/support system for the first time in years has really reminded me of that and given me the confidence to take a lot of steps to live for myself for a change, and to think about prioritizing my own happiness for once, which wasn’t the place i was in at this time last year, or the year before that, or the year before that - so I just want to say thank you again to anyone whose ever helped talk me through something or really just been nice to me at all. this is why i always remember to be kind because it can genuinely do a lot for someone going through something, because i know it has for me.

anyway uhhhhh i hope you are all doing well, and with any luck i’ll be chilling on here by the start of october. can’t miss spooky month and this insufferable pink bird’s birthday, after all.

much love.

[nxght-shxft]

um here’s my updated height chart that i do every now and then to make up for my lack of scp posting :-}

[iamumbra195]

I just finished Chapter 139 of Teenage and I'm just-- I am in tears. Everything about this mini-arc was gut-wrenching and amazing but the part that stuck out to me most was the part where Mad Dog told Ijin that he would only let his sister live if he killed the numbers.

Up until now, it wasn't clear how much Ijin thought of the numbers as family, even to 002 himself. But here he was being told to choose between his sister and the numbers and he couldn't. I think that's what solidified the truth of how Ijin felt about ALL the numbers in 002's mind as well as mine. This also confirmed what 005 told 002 about how Ijin didn't kill the other numbers.

Look at his face when Mad Dog says this to Ijin, he's literally waiting for his reaction to figure out what he should do next. They literally saved Ijin's sister with literally no ulterior motives, I'm gonna cry.

And then the way it pans to each of the numbers there

And then ijin's pained and panicked expression of 'I don't know what to do right now' is what finally convinced 002 that he hadn't been bullshitting him when he said that he thought of the numbers as family and he finally fucking shoots Mad Dog. Genuinely sobbing over this.

004 telling both Mad Dog and Ijin that he took care of all the guys threatening Dayeon is beautiful because yeah, he ruined Mad Dog's plan but also, he brutally killed a bunch of ppl to protect Ijin's sister. He's an asshole but he still cares.

018 and 008 patting Ijin's shoulder at the end is also my favourite thing ever. They all had to have resented Ijin to some extent for the past few years, even if they had their doubts about him actually killing the other 26 numbers that died the night he 'died'. But they let it go in that moment. They know how he feels about them and even if he didn't say it out loud, even if he didn't try to absolve himself from blame, they know he didn't kill the 26 numbers now. So the little pat on the shoulder, the little bit of comfort and companionship they gave him in that moment is just immaculate. I love them. I love their complicated relationships.

Also, them being soft with Dayeon because they know Ijin genuinely loves and cares about her is beautiful