#birdrules

[giallifilm]

[  ROAD  TRIP  ]:     the sender and receiver embark on a road trip together; for annie from valerie!

annie's eyes are big and bright as valerie slides into the passenger seat of her silverado. there's something about her that doesn't fit the scenario-- val in their truck. what a sight. " i'm, uh, i'm sorry if it's not that comfortable for you. i think there's a pillow and a blanket in the backseat if you need it. it's been a while since i've had someone to travel with, y'know. tryin'a make things cozier. " mainly because annie travels most of the year-- storms don't sleep and neither do they.

" can i ask you a question real quick before we leave? why'd you wanna travel with me? i mean, i'll take you wherever you wanna go but i'm sure there were better people you could be ridin' with. "

@birdrule

[curseplay]

@birdrule sent: wish i could see you play. [ ACCEPTING. ]

❝ who's to say you can't ? ❞ SILK's show in town has come and gone, yes, but their guitarist isn't above pulling a few future strings for a pretty girl. in fact, that's to be expected of paris. whether that's a positive or negative reflection of her character is up for very public, tabloid - centric debate. she sits up in her seat a little, eyes sparkling even more than they were upon recognition earlier in the evening. ❝ i can hook you up with tickets for our next stop. no charge, of course. they give me a couple to hand out as like . . . a pleasantry, ❞ and it's not like she has family to bring. or anyone else. both the people she'd invite are onstage with her already.

❝ what do you say, huh ? ❞ paris beams, gesturing flippantly at the packed club that surrounds them. she's given the other a fair amount of cash already to keep her from other patrons. ❝ blow this place off for just one night ? i promise it'll be worth it. yeah, i'm biased, but we put on a pretty insane show, ❞

[b4rren]

❤️ RED HEART — what are three of your oc's positive traits?

🤍 WHITE HEART — what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits?

meme. @birdrule

❤️ observant, focused, polite

🤍 private, noncompetitive, can be intense

💔 melancholic (like. i get it. but also...), evasive, spiteful

[coolremove]

" i'm not really feeling special, @birdrule. i'm not going anywhere. "

[anthrcpophagi]

don't give away your thoughts. you won't get them back.

“I—” Maren stops herself mid sentence. Was this a test? Was it a weird, long-winded way of telling Maren to shut up? She didn’t think so, but there was no way to be completely sure. “What if you give them to people who think the same way? Is it still giving them away in that case?”

[guitarprince]

❛ truthfully? i'm kind of hungry. ❜

" most excellent, i know just the place ! " pushing himself up from the curb, he pats away any debris from his pants, then holds his hand out to @birdrule , fingers wiggling. " c'mon, debbie harry, let's scram. " there's a diner a couple blocks down from where they are. not the most glamorous dining experience, but the greasy fries really hit the spot. he visits every time they come into town. sometimes with the other boys too, which has caused a ruckus before, leaving the owner both grateful for the influx of business and yet irritated when they took it upon themselves to perform an impromptu set on his countertop. this time, eddie would try to be much quieter, fly under the radar. besides, he's pretty beat from their set the night before. " you a breakfast for dinner sort'a lady , or burgers and fries all the way ? "

[bnjmin]

how come you're out so late?

none of your business hits the back of his teeth something immediate, even if he manages to mash his lips together to keep it from escaping. it doesn't help the look on his face, looking further vexed with his mouth in a tight line, brows drawn together. he pulls his jacket tighter around him. "not that late," isn't really an answer to her question, but that's what he offers as he stares at her with a squint. "how come you are?" @birdrule

[metalcursed]

"it's gonna sound STRANGE, but this was a lot easier when i had a body..." @birdrule

[b3aucoup]

🤔 THINKING FACE — what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms? 🧐 FACE WITH MONOCLE — is your oc more logical or emotional? 🤓 SMILING FACE WITH GLASSES — is your oc chatty or quiet? are they at ease in social situations, or are they more shy? umar!

@birdrule meme.

he touches his face a lot. too much considering his job; he has to change his gloves like five times as much as the other cooks.

definitely more logical. not that he isn't quite emotional but in that he tries to rationalize them more than just feel/experience them

quiet for the most part - unless he's complaining or talking shit about something/someone, then he'll talk a bunch. definitely more "shy" though i wouldn't call it that... more avoidant than anything else.

[b4rren]

🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your oc's favorite hobbies?

meme. @birdrule

big puzzle guy!

don't know if walking technically counts as a hobby but i think it counts for him. big walker. feeling bad? he'll take a walk. feeling good? take a walk. bored? take a walk. need to clear your head? take a walk. easily hits like 15-20k steps a day. one of his first purchases after coming back was a little pedometer to clip to his pants.

and then pressing flowers. he had a collection previously that he's pretty sad to have lost, but he's started a new one now: thrift store books stacked on the wall in his living room and most of them have a bunch of different flower pieces in-between the pages.

[curseplay]

@birdrule sent: you're different. better. [ ACCEPTING. ]

❝ you really think so ? ❞ there's a tinge of vulnerability to their voice, not - so - carefully hidden behind the natural charisma they carry. paris' gaze flicks to her face before a small begins to bloom on their own.

each day, it gets more difficult to control the narrative of her fame. SILK has proven very interesting to the media, and poorly prepared paris now finds herself a rather tasteless character in the story they're weaving. some days, when it all gets to be too much, she can't help but lean into it. but it's never for the reasons they suspect. this is really what she craves . . . the genuine connection that seems to be rapidly dwindling the bigger the band gets.

❝ — yeah, all that . . . stuff about me that's out there. it's mostly just noise, ❞ which, even with their sincerity, they feel like is such a cheap, celebrity thing to say. ❝ you'd be surprised how many people prefer that version of me. ❞

[malka-lisitsa]

🌑 // vampire & heard a nightmare :)

Send 🌑 to crawl into bed with my muse || No longer accepting

It's incredibly presumptuous for this woman to just climb in bed with the hyperventilating vampire. Had she not known this woman for the better part of a few months, and built a repour with her this might of been the last thing Addie ever did-

However, she HAD built a repour with this woman and so she thankfully, doesn't bite her face off. Well not literally at least.

"Can I fucking help you?" Katherine snapped, defenses sky high, as one would expect from someone afraid of vulnerability.

[littledevilinside]

there's a cigarette in her grasp, plume of smoke trailing up into the night sky above them. lorelei takes a long, well-deserved drag before handing it over to miss addie, a small smile pulling at the corner of her lips to form into a full fledged grin.

"you ever visit a cemetery at night before?"

she asks, tilt of her head as they stand outside the front of her vehicle, watching as the headlights cause bugs to flicker and falter in front of the illuminated high beams.

she reaches up and runs her fingers through her hair, shifting slightly so that she's facing the taller female, glancing up at her through her eyelashes, ice blue eyes full of wonder.

"i heard that the dead come alive if you talk to 'em, care to make a wager of some sort? see if we can become the life'a the party?"

she says, and before adelaide has a chance to reply, she's walking backwards into the cemetery, disappearing among the lifeless.

she comes here sometimes to think - it's always peaceful. her grandmother is buried here, the only member of the family that didn't hate her for choosing to follow her heart instead of her father's wishes, and sometimes she comes to visit and talk - even though grandma blair isn't always talking back at her.

she's beckoning @birdrule over with a come hither look, as if she were ever doing anything other than enticing the woman into some sort of shenanigans that she didn't necessarily want to get herself into. but that's the fun of hanging with her, she would promise that things would absolutely never be boring.

the ghosts pay them no mind, wandering aimlessly amongst the tombstones, shifting in the breeze. if you blink, you'll miss them.

[guitarprince]

'I can see it already.  Death by sled.'

" oh gee, thanks for the vote of confidence. " the embankment was a little steep , even with a fresh patch of snow. but, eddie munson has sled down many a treacherous hills in his life , far be it from him to back down from the challenge.

by the time they made it up to the top , breath heaves from his chest , the tip of his nose and the tops of his cheeks bitten by the cold. positioning the sled at the edge , eddie aims for the little snowman they built at the end. settling in , he glances back at her from over his shoulder. " you gonna give me a push , or are you hoppin' on ? " / @birdrule

[00sgoth-1]

the promise from behind was carelessly waved off in acknowledgement without so much as a glance towards the voice it belonged to —— though she seemed to have overestimated herself. that's an even better win , in his book. he could hear the shuffling of feet scrambling towards the front after only a few moments and her plead soon followed. with a request as good as that one [ ... ] it almost hurt him to break the news.

he'll stare at the screen for only a second longer before slowly turning to face her —— craning his neck to almost impossible degrees in order to keep watching for as long as possible. but upon meeting her gaze , he could only offer an apologetic smack of pierced lips from the corner of his mouth. ❛❛ yeahh— sorry. christmas weekend'll do that. ❜❜ his shoulders gave a weak shrug before head nudged towards the door. ❛❛ guy came in an hour ago and snagged the last one. ❜❜

a blood curdling scream sliced through the air behind him just as she inquires , and he looks back just in time to see death by hammer.... wielded by a toy store santa claus. ❛❛ silent night deadly night. still got a few copies left of it. ❜❜ it's answered with a small smile as he turned and hands landed on the counter [ ... ] fingers tapping against the surface in thought. ❛❛ and we still have... the black christmas remake... jack frost... and to all a goodnight. but full disclosure —— just 'cause i'm recommending 'em , isn't me saying that they're good. ❜❜

any other day, the unwelcome greeting would have adelaide turning around leaving - out of understanding, more than anything. right now, though, a long week has culminated in the dire need to watch something mindlessly frightening. door snaps shut with a peppy jingle behind her. "only need five, boss man!"

in less than, adelaide is marching towards the front counter from the horror aisle. "please, please tell me black christmas isn't rented out." eyes diverting to live television screen, interest piques. the scene playing is gory, and it seems as though the clerk is captivated by it. "what's this?"

[salvatoraes-moved]

3 - 5 things your muse can be identified by

emotions / feelings. 

 guilt.

melancholy.

hunger.

altruism.

calmness.

colors. 

maroon.

grey.

forest green.

tan.

royal blue.

scents. 

pine wood.

faint hints of bourbon.

wood burning from the fireplace.

blood ( as a ripper )

musk.

 fashion.

plaid shirts.

scuffed up boots.

leather jackets.

plain blue jeans.

solid grey or black t-shirts.

objects.

journals.

daylight ring.

books.

his porche.

katherine's photo from 1864.

body language.

pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

crossing his arms over his chest.

furrowing his brow while in thought.

wiping the corner of his mouth after feeding.

jaw clenching when angry, trying to stay calm or irritated.

aesthetics. 

walking through the forest at sunset / after it rains.

an old library full of dusty but valuable books.

an empty graveyard at night.

a new journal with empty pages to fill.

rabbits hopping around in a meadow or the forest.

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