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“be honest with me, what’s your type?” it was obvious he was out of his element with asking such an question, out of nowhere. the way he glanced over before focusing on fidgeting with pieces of his leather jacket, more put on than nonchalant. “are you into guys like me? the bad boy type? i promise i’ll only be slightly hurt if you say no.”

@eldritchrising​ ! for em

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@eldritchrising​ said : “slow dance” feat. tom and emma

            above all things, emma prided herself on being out of the box. she never followed traditions, and more often than not, insisted on going against the grain. when it came to her wedding, the very same logic could be applied. and it was. it’s easy to skip out on things like the ymca and the electric slide because of how lame they are.

            but a father daughter dance? it was... a tough topic. emma didn’t forgo the opportunity completely, wanting paul to be able to spend time with his mother if he wanted to. and he did. and that was fine. and she is fine. in fact, she’s more than fine, content to watch from the sidelines and think about the fact that her father never would’ve done something like this with her.

            what she doesn’t expect from beyond the rim of her champagne flute is tom. he’s a little rugged, despite the fact that he cleans up nice, and gruff in nature as he nods his head. emma doesn’t have time to question him before she follows suit, stopping only when they’ve reached the middle of the dance floor.

                                                                no fucking way.

            her gut instinct is telling her to ask if this is a joke, and she almost does. the words, however, get caught in her throat when tom offers his arm. emma, a little baffled, steps forward, taking his hand with initial discomfort before she leans in.

            ❛ what the fuck is going on, ❜ she asks, hushed under the music blaring from the speakers. he assures her nothing, and instead insists this is the least he can do for her today. ( he’s not her dad, he’s nothing like her dad. and, to be blunt, he’s a shit brother-in-law. though, emma can’t point fingers when she hasn’t been the best sister-in-law, either, and despite the way she doesn’t like the attention they’re getting, something about this feels... right. )

            in her sister’s dress -- tom’s widowed wife’s dress -- she sways. it’s slow, jilted at times, until emma tilts her head up to meet tom face to face. tears shine over his eyes, and emma gets it, she thinks. she’s not jane’s mirror image, but everything about this right now cannot be easy for him. ( the fact that he’s here at all is nothing short of a miracle. )

            it’s only a matter of moments before she leans forward, forehead on his chest as her eyes close. a few wayward tears fall down her cheek, and tom knows better than to ask about it. they both stay silent, their thoughts connected on the same thing -- jane.

            ( afterwards, she’s quick to part ways, though not without giving him a strong hug. they don’t talk about it right way, instead choosing to keep it superficial. until then, emma sends tom silent thank you’s all night, eyes a little weary as they try their best to focus. )

( send “slow dance” for our muses to share a dance | accepting! )

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@eldritchrising​ said ' it feels like the end of the world. ' em @ lex post black friday oops

            “ yeah... ” lex hasn’t slept since friday morning , and even then , the hope anticipation had kept her up late. how , as she sits on em’s couch , the muffled chaos of hatchetfield outside , lex fully felt the weight of her exhaustion. hannah was passed out in hails’ room , and lex was glad her sister would get some rest. she also knew she was a fucking dumbass to not follow , but the idea of sleeping... the kind of dreams that were waiting for her , or the kind of world that would greet her when she awoke... yeah , no , fuck that. stifling a yawn , lex tried to focus on her friend. and the only person ( alive ) that she trusted.

          what would they do now ? every half formed dream lex had had before friday was gone. shit , she was pretty sure part of america was nuked to the fucking ground. not that she’d had a lotta prospects before , but at least there’d been her job , ethan , and california. what was left ? maybe california , but it had never been about the where. not really. it was about giving them a better life. what kind of better life was there at the end of the fucking world ?

           “ maybe it is. ”

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@eldritchrising​ : ❝ Come on, you can be honest. ❞ - em ( and she means it ) b99 

livvy fidgets in place, carefully avoiding eye contact or even looking directly at her. there’s a genuine answer to be said, but even with the reassurance, liv worries that it will be pushing things too far, that she’ll ruin it for not only herself, but elliot as well. livvy steadies herself with a breath, “ it’s always just been us. just the two of us, against everything, y’know? i don’t know how good of an idea it is to...” 

she trails off and begins to idly chew on the sleeves of her hoodie. change is never something she’s handled well, and she’s not sure how she feels about letting outsiders into her and elliot’s carefully constructed walls, even if she’s good to them, patient even when she’s sure they don’t deserve it. there has to be a catch.

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@eldritchrising said:

Claudia isn’t exactly watching Gerry so much as staring blankly off into space in his general direction before shaking it off, digging a leather journal out of her bag and scrawling something down, and then an average notebook, looking to him, then down again at what she’s writing. She could walk it over to him like a normal person but she won’t. Instead she carefully creases it into the shape of an airplane that sails in his direction. ‘Your name is echoing. You should be afraid.’ Very helpful.

        Gerry’s used to people staring at him.  Hatchetfield isn’t a bad town, not really, but sometimes it starts to feel like the task of introducing the entire American Midwest to guyliner has fallen solely on Gerard’s shoulders.  Something about the way this one is looking at him, though, feels different.  He stares back, trying to figure this out.

        She looks away first, but it’s only temporary; as he continues to watch her, she pulls out a weird-ass journal to jot something down (okay), then pulls out another notebook (...okay) and writes another note, which she folds into a paper airplane and passes directly to him.  Okay.

        By the time he reads the contents of the note, there isn’t much reaction left for them to elicit.  He rummages through his pockets to find a pen, then writes a response and sends it back to her - despite the wide open space between them, which either of them could cross at any time - the same way she had passed it to him.

        ‘Step one complete.  What next?’

[madefate-a]

“you’re lucky. you could have gotten seriously hurt.” tom @ lex : )

       ❛ And yet, here I am. Totally fine. ❜ It would be easier to look away – to find some innocuous spot in the middle distance, safe from the weight of Mr. Houston’s gaze – to hide behind the fabric of her hood pulled up too far past her face. But her hood’s not pulled up enough and reaching for it feels like a loss, somehow – like she’s giving up something precious and hard won by doing anything but keeping her arms crossed firmly against her chest and her eyes exactly where they’re looking. 

       Whatever’s coming is coming; what the hell else can she do but meet it fighting ?

       Her shoulder aches a little, but it’s a quiet hurt, a dull thing that throbs only a little with movement. It’ll fade in a day or two and until it does, she’s not going to worry about it. The reminder is useful – to be more careful. To not go soft – to not get caught when she does and she lets herself get into a fight she can’t win. ( and she hates herself, a little, for just about all of it. for the choices that lead to these moments – for the anger that she can’t dull, for the way she knows not to rise to the bait and does it anyway, for herself for losing a fight and wanting to win and not getting her ass far enough away from the school to clean up her own mess in private. ) 

       ( for looking up at Mr. Houston with all the venom she can summon when there is a part of her – large and mourning and fixated on the memory of the praise he’d given her crafted jewelry box – that doesn’t want to see the frustration and disappointment she’ll inspire in him. ) 

       ( for getting herself into all this in the first place and still, still – like a kid, selfish and whining – burning with the terror that comes watching the aftermath of her failures play out. as if she doesn’t know how it goes by now. ) 

       ❛ Look, if you’re gonna drag me to the principal or something, can you just do it ? ‘Cause otherwise I have to get Hannah. ❜ 

// send it & accepting & @eldritchrising

[trailostarch]

@eldritchrising​   /   “when the world’s at stake —” maybe it’s not the whole world (emily doesn’t watch the news on a regular basis anyway; she hasn’t found the time during the fucking apocalypse), but it’s their world. hatchetfield is the only town that emily’s lived in, though her plans were always for someplace greater. now's not the time to abandon this  shithole ... even if it’s just gotten crappier.

“there are lives to save,” with a sniffle (though emily dries her eyes with her sleeve, she doesn’t wipe her nose. that’s too childish for her liking), she rises to her feet and waves vaguely in the direction of the exit; “let’s go.”

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         “    have i ever told you that you’re my favorite human ?   ”    –––  @eldritchrising​

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   when   i   said   i   wouldn’t   let   you   go   i   didn’t   mean   to  hang   you   (   psd  credit.   )   

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@heartsaked​

20-24 for the mun asks !

20. Is there someone you admire on here?

Oh that’s easy , @fearstouch​ / @eldritchrising​ is the first person that comes to mind. Jab has been at this rp game for so long and manages to continue to write the most incredible plots and characters. Have you seen their worldbuilding ? Even in AUs or fandoms with very little actual lore , they can do so freaking much. I’m always in awe.

21. What is it you prefer: angst, fluff, or smut? Why?

Kind of no preference ? Like , explicit smut is something I rarely do , but I can talk about spicy content between ship partners for ages. I’m always ready for soft content but I can just as easily start on a really painful train of thought. I’m just happy to have writing partners I can throw anything at.

22. If you could recommend at least five blogs to your followers, who would they be?

I already talked about Jab , so time to gush about my other friends :

@starkhvn​ / @giltskin​ / @chantlight​ and all her other blogs. Holly is incredible , fantastic , show stopping , that whole meme about being amazing. The other half of our shared braincells , not only is she an amazing writer , but a fantastic friend. I love Holly with my whole ass heart.

@boyancient​ Jan oh my god if you want amazing , extensively thought out characters and plots and verses ? Look right here. I am BEYOND excited every time I get the luxury of seeing multiple paragraphs of thoughts on discord , and tbh just talking to her is great.

@mtchstck​ Alex 🔥 has such vast amounts of talent I once had a dream about Livvy specifically and it was great. That’s how you know they have a good character. I am very happy to have found them.

@sniperwithasmoke / @fightknife / @mirafirstmate​ Alex 🔪 I stumbled across her because Jab made me not be a big baby and talk to her and I am so glad I did. Everything she does makes me smile , yes even ruining me emotionally.

@odinsn​ / @qvvill​ / @unnwin​ Banana is an absolute treasure okay. Not only is her writing incredible , with such fantastic takes on canon characters , but she always manages to make my day with any message she sends , including the random nonsensical ones. Especially those let’s be real.

23. What’s the one thing you dislike about the roleplaying community on Tumblr?

*looks at the anon from last night* For real though , the way people take this hobby as something serious is tiring. No one is required to write with anyone else , this is all for us to have fun and make friends.

24. Where do you draw your inspiration from?

Often times muses I write will assign a sort of central theme. For example , I talk a lot about Diana and her representation of grey morality. Rachel has a focus on identity and finding one. Caleb and Delilah have similar themes of revenge in the Wild West but with different motives. It’s getting to the core of character and knowing what remains their driving force as a creative entity in my head.

[forwardmoved-a]

"did you miss me?” he was all smiles around his girlfriend and it couldn’t be helped, hours ago he was counting down the days until he would see her again and yet, here she was. it still seemed too good to be true, the two of them out of jail and pamela on her way in, but ethan would take what he could get, even if it’s a split second of happiness. his hands free themselves from his pockets, held out to her. “... i mean, i know you did, but i’d like to hear it from you.”

@eldritchrising​ ! for lex

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@eldritchrising​ said : " you're a good man, tom. i don't know what i did to deserve you." ( jane )

            for a second, tom has to wonder if she’s actually talking to him. ( he’s no superstar, after all. he’s just a hometown high school hero who never learned and stuck around. teaching shop isn’t all that flashy, anyways, nothing compared to jane’s degrees and practice and doctorates. she’s a genius, and he’s always in awe that she chose him. )

            chuckling, he shakes his head, approaching her with a calm ease that only jane brings him. ❛ i think you got it backwards, janey, ❜ he teases, arms wrapping around her waist as his chin hooks over her shoulder from behind. there’s a smile on his face, it’s easy to hear in his tone, and tom turns, presses his lips to her temple before releasing a long, calming sigh.

            ❛ i dunno how i managed it, but i’m the luckiest guy in hatchetfield. ❜ and he means it, gruff demeanor be damned. 

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  𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

FULL NAME.    duchess lucille anne stockworth. PRONUNCIATION.    [luu] + [seel] NICKNAME.    lucy. GENDER.    cis female. HEIGHT.   5′5″  /  165.1 cm. AGE.    twenty-nine. ZODIAC.    piesces. SPOKEN LANGUAGES.    english, conversational french, some latin.

      𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR.    brown. EYE COLOR.    dark brown. SKIN TONE.     light medium. BODY TYPE.    hourglass. ACCENT.     southern english / received pronounciation. DOMINANT HAND.    left. POSTURE.    fit for a pristine young lady ... sometimes. SCARS.    healed puncture wounds from when her leg was caught in hidgens’ bear trap. a few (mostly faded) scars on her lowers legs/arms from her ventures in the woods over the years. TATTOOS.    none. BIRTHMARKS.     none.  FEATURE(S).     beautiful cheekbones, square face shape.

      𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH.    windsor, berkshire, england. HOMETOWN.     windsor, berkshire, england.  BIRTH WEIGHT.     BIRTH HEIGHT.       MANNER OF BIRTH.    normal labor. FIRST WORDS.   no. SIBLINGS.    n/a. PARENTS.    duke edgar stockworth & duchess jane rosewood stockworth. PARENTAL INVOLVEMENT.    lucy was left in the care of numerous governesses during her childhood, while her parents engaged in activities/commitments expected of someone with their title.

      𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION.    duchess. CURRENT RESIDENCE.    verse dependent. hatchetfield, michigan. CLOSE FRIENDS.     verse dependent. RELATIONSHIP STATUS.   verse dependent, was previously engaged. FINANCIAL STATUS.     broke bc she spent all her family fortune looking for a cryptid. DRIVER’S LICENSE.   yes. CRIMINAL RECORD.    none.

      𝐬𝐞𝐱 & 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !

SEXUAL ORIENTATION.     bisexual. PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.     submissive  |  dominant  |  switch. PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.     submissive  |  dominant |  switch. LIBIDO.     low to average. TURN ON’S.    shared interests, romantic outings, gentleness. TURN OFF’S.    arrogance, roughness. LOVE LANGUAGE.    quality time. RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.    so lucy’s never had a normal courtship. she was engaged, yes, but the marriage was necessary to continue funding her woolyfoot search. lucy and ted were ...  intertwined lmao but he was pretending to be the ape-man, and he died shortly after she learned of his true identity. i have yet to meta anything about her and chumby but ... it’s coming and you’ll all be sorry. 

      𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.     skip bc i'm awful at these questions. HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.     charcoal sketching, taking hikes, horseback riding, reading. ILLNESSES.    n/a.   LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED.    right. PHOBIAS.    being buried alive, decay (post-canon, after jonathan’s death), confined spaces.  SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.     good. lucy is a confident person, but not arrogant.  VULNERABILITIES.     her naivete, her stubbornness, her willingness to put complete trust in strangers, her search for the woolyfoot taking over her life.

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[bookburnt]

@eldritchrising​ said:

“How aren’t the Disney princes gay?” /lex no/ 

[ 4th C. starters | accepting! ]

        “Listen.  I may not have a degree in media.  I might not have a GED.  I might not have ever ‘seen’ a ‘Disney’ ‘movie.’”  He’s counting his lack of qualifications on his fingers, dead serious.  “But even I know enough to know that the Disney princes are all gay.  The frozen head of Walt Disney himself could not convince me otherwise.”

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