#godsdeal

[starsinshadows]

@godsdeal has no room to talk, okay?

' please don't get hurt while i'm not around. ' ( lucas? 🥺 )

ㅤ"Me? I'll have you know I have a great track record for not getting my ass kicked, which basically no one else in this group can say," he pointed out, voice getting a little louder for just a second around that one particular point in case anyone wanted to try getting nosy about what they were talking about, but he was putting on a great front of being amused instead of stressing aggressively about her safety. Which he was absolutely stressing out about. "I promise I'll be okay, Max. I promise, okay?"

[zoomingupthathilla]

" hey. hey! what happened? "

max can feel it rather than see it: both of her knees are still bleeding even after the almost twenty minutes before she whacked her temple, but that's hardly new. just shredded skin that will heal and scar over in a week until she sends her legs back down cheese grater concrete again. all that's nothing compared to the strange void by which she seems to have been swallowed. in every direction, pure blackness except for the immediate, indefinite spot she stands. there are no shadows here. it's too dark even for those. her only point of reference is a small white dot that, once she begins to run toward it, blooms slowly into a grey, oblong blob. then it's a nondescript hospital bed. then it's a person on a bed.

it's her on a bed. much older and much paler, covered in more bruises than max has ever remembered counting between her freckles in her life. in the strange spotlight coming from nowhere, big max is silent. almost dead-looking. but there's an energy coming from her that max is certain means something is still awake.

" wake up, wake up! what happened to you? wake up loser, come on!! "

@godsdeal

The only noise is the beeping from the machine, it's been nonstop for what feels like weeks, months, maybe even years. She's not sure how long it's been going on. She isn't sure how to stop it. Max can't open her eyes.

'What happened?' , 'Where am I?'

Just a couple of the questions floating around the darkness.

'How do I get out of here?'

'Open your eyes you freak!'

She's been alone in her thoughts, even then it's like she is screaming from miles away. Max can barely hear her own voice. Just the beep, over and over. Beep, beep, beep.. -- how does anyone handle the beeping?

Darkness has enveloped her, trapped her in its grasp. She can't escape. The once vibrant redhead was truly a shell of herself. Lips cracked, face ghostly white, hair a dull red, no longer fiery. Bruises covering her skin where the casts aren't. It was a miracle the machine was still keeping her alive at all.

"Wake up loser, come on!!"

It echoed through the darkness, through the empty space that was once her mind. Where she was now, no one knew? 'I'm here.. I'm right here.' She tried to scream, tried to answer back. 'Wake up you freak!! Wake up-- just open your eyes, come on. Wake up' She was screaming, begging to wake up. Yet it was as if nothing was happening.

[breakthings-archived]

@godsdeal liked for a starter.

“𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞?”

Why the hell did she never listen? He was gracious enough to give her a ride in the first place, and yet she still had the audacity to disrespect him like this? He wasn’t asking for much; he told her a time frame—she had an hour with her annoying little friends, and then he was going to pick her up, go home, and get ready for his date that he had later. A sharp sigh left him, waiting for Max to shut the door before his foot hit the gas pedal, not bothering to wait for her to get her seat belt on.

Music blared in the small confinement of the Camaro, eyes on the road; though blonde brows were knitted together in frustration. He was trying to give her a little leeway—he was trying to be better since he was given a second chance from death; though changes could not be made in a few weeks. Though his dad wasn’t in the picture anymore, and he was stuck here with his ‘sister’ and her mom—he was still willing to do little things for Max; like picking her up and dropping her off wherever; but he always had the same rule:

Be on time.

Billy’s temper was as short as ever, obvious by the white colour of his knuckles as they gripped the steering wheel, eyes rolling and head shaking slightly before he finally managed to look at the younger; an unamused huff leaving him. “𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝? 𝐁𝐞. 𝐎𝐧. 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞.”

[honorhunt]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 still purple with a sun too frightened to set. a low, ghastly moan crawled from the indigo hills that embroidered the horizon, reaching across the seemingly endless flat of sunbaked clay. for miles the desert spread uninterrupted by man. undulating Ss in puddles of sand left behind by unnerved hunters escaping the air’s scarlet taste. long-eared silhouettes huddled in the sagebrush, their black noses twitching restlessly.

      mankind’s only foothold in acres of inhospitable desolation resembled the garrish flavor of its scarce clientele. a towering sign, crowned by a decapitated starburst, displayed a partial name. more than half the letters were gone, remembered only by faded scars too sunbleached to read from the ground. while the survivors spasmed in decades-long deathroes of neon glory. the parking lot look just as depleted. most of the cars parked haphazardly around imaginary lines had seen their heyday when the motel’s googie groove was the charismatic rage.

      the office was sad, the rooms sadder. interiors once boasting a doo wop palette all aged into an antagonistic puce. room numbers were scribbled with sharpie below the peephole on each cyan door. the bygones haunting the creaky walks and the empty pool had company tonight. bleary-eyed silhouettes in various states of undress huddled outside their rooms, drawn from their twenty-a-night caves by the low of indescribable torture. even the front desk with her pilling orange concealer stood gaping, frozen to a half-open door, more awake than she’d ever been in her twenty years of graveyard shifts.

      boba fett was alone in his lack of resemblance to a plastic deer. propped between the hood and the door, boba was a satellite stationed in the dreary parking lot, gauging the mysterious howl. distortion rendered it unrecognizable. even for a man who spent his life listening to preternatural animals sing. regardless, a local who’d probably witnessed more than a fair share of strange resembled an owl shivering in the evening heat. that was more than enough to suspect a revenant was out there in the shimmering distance.

      without a word to the girl riding shotgun, boba retrieved the rifle behind his seat and refilled the few bullets missing from his utility belt. two pistols joined his on-hand armory along with a thirty centimeter bowie knife to accompany the smaller drop point forever on his person.

      as a loaded a custom shotgun, pulled from a massive lockbox stored under the narrow backseats, fett finally acknowledged his passenger. not with eyes that were fixed to the lethal tools passing through his hands, but with an order. ❝ get that inside, ❞ a jog of his chin motioned the collective of fast food bags meant for the gaggle of mouths left behind while he and the youngest of the bunch went hunting for the closest town. ❝ and get munson out here. ❞

      fett didn’t wait for maxine to reply. he tossed her the keys, slammed the door, cutting off any unnecessary commentary when his instructions were clear, and expected the results to follow him across the lot momentarily.

      he on the edge of the property glaring at the dark blue peaks. the howling continued, growing longer and more mournful with each cry. a shuffle of movement in his peripherals drew a sliding glower to a bald man in a towel fumbling with the keys to a prehistoric sedan. the man rummaged for a moment before he noticed his audience. like a hairless prairie dog, his back straightened as he returned boba’s stolid stare with a boggled imitation.

      ❝ you know what that is? ❞ fett nodded in the direction of the mountains. the bald head shook, water drops shaking from pufferfish cheeks. ❝ then you better get inside. ❞ nothing more needed to be said. what little color the bald man had in his face flushed away, leaving a waxy pallor. the bald man closed the driver side door and nearly lost his towel when he tried to walk away. it took several panicked attempts to free himself from the door before waddling in retreat to his room.

      hmph, was fett’s lukewarm response. not long after another set of steps approached from behind. these sounded more purposeful, and he almost held out the shotgun when he realised there was a girl-shaped mutiny afoot.

                        ❝ i said munson, not mayfield. ❞

a desert motel, one ghost shy of abandoned for @godsdeal

[nodunkiing]

@godsdeal raises a good point...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤwhat are we gonna tell the cops?

ㅤA pause.

ㅤIt was an absolutely legitimate question that Heather probably should have considered before the child with her brought it up, not that she could in good conscience call herself much of an adult or Max Mayfield much of a child, given the shit they'd both experienced and how they were each dealing with it, but maybe there was some kind of benefit to having been introduced to the horrors at a younger age.

ㅤThat bill was gonna come due, Heather was convinced, and it was going to be ugly, but for the moment, Max was handling it all well. She was thinking ahead, pragmatic, and they could both work together with that.

ㅤShe thought for a beat, then glanced to Max with a bit of amusement that was completely inappropriate and a little manic, or maybe it was panic tinged with a little bit of absurd, surreal thoughts behind it - either way, this was either going to work out really well, or they were in trouble. "Can you cry on command and how's your acting?"

[partysheart-archived]

@godsdeal​  ; liked for a random dialogue starter !  

          " sorry,  it’s  just  that  i  get  very  nervous  when  someone  else  is  driving. "

[breakthings]

Well, it’s a new year; and while things have had its ups and downs both IRL and on this platform, I still wanted to say a few things. I’ve been on tumblr in and off since like 2014 in multiple fandoms. I took a break, was back 2019 in the anime rpc for about a year and some; then came to the ST rpc for a few months and then moved to a multifandom multimuse not really associated with the fandoms BUT—I’ve met a lot of people in these fandoms that’s I care a lot about, and people were willing to follow me as I blog hopped—which means a lot, honestly. I remember the old days of FFs, and I’m kind of glad they’re back. I always liked them, idk. And I can't write a blurb for everyone, but know that I do love and care for all of you. <3 ANYWAY.

HAZE: @cultesdesghoules You have been a huge part of my life over the last...7 ish months, and honestly, idk where I'd be now without you. You've helped me a whole lot in regards to my personal life whether its just being there for me or offering the advice that I need to move forward. my best friend here, honestly. I really hope we continuing talking and writing together forever, bc I'd do anything & everything for you tbh. <3

J: @mysharxna / @girlpsych You're also one of the closest people to me during this time. I really appreciate your friendship; you mean a lot to me. It's kinda funny because at first I didn't think you liked me LOL, but I guess I was wrong, since we got pretty close! You're really great, but knowing you--You already knew that. <3

JT: @kegk1ng You may not be here on tumblr very much anymore, but I'm mentioning you anyway bc I still talk to you ooc. While we've had our differences, I still really appreciate you as a person and I think we've gotten closer despite things. I really enjoy hanging out with you in VC and talking about whatever, or watching movies, ect ect. You're also the first duplicate I felt comfortable around, which is a BIG deal to me, so. <3 Here's to another year of friendship!

OTHER BLOGS THAT I ADORE:

@temporarywiin / @inkfng / @cahroline / @creelsclocks / @hostica / @barhd / @survivedbefore / @wisteriaorchids / @appendaged / @psychiclegacy / @trashm0uth / @jerksredeem / @crackedfm / @yellowbrckrd / @vigilantaes / @overclocks / @cthulhued / @wheelrisms / @brokenalibi / @feralsmile / @kschmidts / @aquariusvibes / @godsdeal / @gareththegreat / @bloodawakening / @mikewheelertm / @shatterxdsouls / @enshijou /

[hellmartyr]

why are you helping me ? — @redtothemax / angsty prompts

❝ 𝐈’𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓, 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃, ❞ the skin around eddie’s eyes bunched in response to the toothy rays of a cloudless day. even the forearm held aloft, manufacturing a broad strip of shade, wasn’t enough to spare the man predisposed to gloom.

      ❝ this whole physical therapy thing is all you, ❞ eddie wound patches of grass like a dog circling its bed. carbonated contents crackled as the drink in hand swiveled with every step. with no satisfactory sweet spot to be shuffled into, he capitulated to the sun’s demand that he stand there like a dunce.

      ❝ i’m just here to cheer you on. just, pardon the lack of pom-poms. ❞ arms fanned out apologetically, ❝ apparently they don’t come in black. ❞