#hearsthephone

[videoartiste]

episode ## ft @hearsthephone “it doesn’t have to be exploitative or tacky.” sara believes she maintains an incredibly authentic platform, thank you very much. people telling their stories in their own words, she as a nonjudgmental ear. and his is an actual interesting story, not some guy with a m.ommy k.ink off of craigslist.

“you could tell your story however you wanted to, and people would listen.” hopefully more people than her current nine viewers.

[thehumanpuzzle]

@hearsthephone asked: it did escalate severely after five minutes. (dealer's choice)

“Yeah, I CAN SEE THAT.” Frowning, Rigg adjusted his hat, glancing around the area to ensure it was secure — or as secure as it COULD be in this situation. He’d been sent here with very little information, but as a cop, he was pretty used to playing things by ear. “So, are you gonna be more specific and tell me what happened, or am I gonna have to send in my team and take you into custody? EASY OR HARD WAY, your choice.”

[anthrcpophagi]

🌿🍒 (fullbones)

send “🌿🍒” (or "mistletoe") for my muse's reaction to standing under a mistletoe with your muse  ♡

“Look,” A slender finger points to the greenery hanging above their head. It’s so little, so fragile looking and yet it holds the fate of so many people beneath its tiny sprigs. If she imagined her life just a few years earlier, Maren never would’ve guessed she’d be standing under a mistletoe with a beautiful boy—and another eater, at that. “It’s tradition, right?” She smiles playfully. “Bad luck to break it.”

[changxlingfae]

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"I'll go ahead and assume you're not hear for Children's Hour or the after-school specials," Bex said. "I don't think your books are due yet. Is there something on your mind?"

[hvbris]

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"Can I help you?" Wednesday's tone was in fact far from helpful. She glared at the boy, her dark eyes gleaming with annoyance. The mortician should have known better than to ask her to work at the reception today! She was not exactly a pleasant young woman.

[scribedhorror]

@hearsthephone || X

Things were quiet as they walked, each of them in their own heads, thinking about what had happened so far, all the things they had seen since they arrived and then met up. There was a lot to process, especially for Finn who hadn’t been through it the first time. Bill was just doing his best to give the brunette the space he needed to come to terms with, well, everything. 

He had hung back when Finney had started to lag behind the other Losers and came to a full stop when the sound of his roommate’s footsteps were no longer following along behind him. When Bill turned, he was just in time to see the other with a phone to his ear talking to who? He had no idea.

The others were still making their way to the Townhouse, but there was no way Bill was going to just leave Finn in the middle of the Derry streets all alone.

Bill shifted his weight anxiously from foot to foot, blue eyes scanning their surroundings to make sure that IT wasn’t about to take advantage of their distraction. The last thing he wanted was for Finney to get hurt --- or, anymore hurt --- because of him. 

Breathing deeply in relief when Finn approached he did his best to offer the boy he loved a smile. “Ev-everything okay?” He asked, brows raising when their fingers were linked together. He couldn’t help but give Finn’s hand a squeeze and Bill may have even pulled the brunette close to his side as they began walking together once again. 

Inside would be safer.

“Warm-warning up? Th-they like you, Finn. They d-d-do.” His head turned to press his forehead to Finney’s temple. “This is j-just the least ideal t-time to meet them,” he chuckled. “Who wuh-were you talking to?”

[handicappedbuenchico]

it's only a dream! (Dealer's choice)

"Like fucking hell it is, these dreams ain't like the usual ones you have. These dreams are deadly, Finney. If you die in his dreams, you die in real life, and the kids here seem to be dropping like fucking flies after they fall asleep," Carlos's brown eyes darkened as they stared into Finney's, eyebrows scrunched downwards to nonverbally show just how serious he was being at this moment. He knew how strange the concept was, hell, just a few days ago he was in the same mental camp as Finney was right now. Now, he knew just how wrong that thought was. These weren't just dreams anymore, this was a matter of life and death that they were dealing with.

[diedbrave]

@hearsthephone continued from here.

He didn't know why Finn rounding it out, bringing up the other Losers, only stoked the fire more. Maybe he was protective of them. It wasn't like they weren't accustomed to bringing in new members - they'd done it with Ben, with Mike, with Beverly. Finn was just another member like them, who had a fucked up shitty life, and was kicked around by older kids who thought they were better than them. Maybe it was because Finn had brought their number to eight, and there was something about the number seven that felt right.

Whatever it was, he felt his blood boiling beneath the skin, and part of him worried that he was going to have an aneurysm. His chest was heaving a bit, voice strained and piqued as it often did when frustrated, and he quickly scrambled into his fanny pack to find his inhaler, bringing it to his lips and sucking on it like it was his only saving grace, feeling the mist go down his throat and open up his lungs until he was coughing slightly, heartrate decreasing.

"You're right. You're fucking right, and I hate that you're right." He huffed, kicking at the ground, glaring at it as if it had offended him. "All of our lives have been shit, there's no comparing. I just...it's frustrating, Finn. Why us? What the fuck did we do to deserve any of it? We're all just fucking kids!"

[infernalrampage]

you won't be alone.

green eyes look over at finley when he makes a declaration of a promise they both know he probably could not keep. in fact, beverly can not remember the time someone kept the promise of staying together. it felt like ages ago. denver was a weird state and it felt like deja vu again because all the children would go missing.

a horrible coincidence of the terror she had been through before. it was funny wasn't it? how abused kids found each other at times like this? and beverly knew finely and his sister, gwen were also part of the abused kids club but she never said anything. " yeah? how do you know that? no one knows the future, finley. " beverly cannot help but snap a little because she is so filled with anger thinking of her former friends and how they all left her at that awful place. the clown was gone, but the scars still remained deep.

@hearsthephone sent an ask from finley blake

[melpcmene-arch]

my ears pop in an elevator. (for Aziraphale!)

MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS. ( accepting !! )

The angel claps, followed by the sweet laughter that comes from their mouth. "Amazing! I am so glad that I am not the only one. Honestly, I was too afraid to really speak about it; I didn't want to sound stupid. Elevators still make me so ... so ... perplexed. Ears poppin'. Like, what is happening? But I am happy to know that I am not alone here."

[fxntasmagoria]

what can i say? i’m just a very lucky guy. (for Lucian!)

Lucian looked over the younger male and raised a brow. "Is it luck or are you just that smart?" He questioned. "Either way you're familiar with death." Which was a reason Finney never bothered Lucian. The other had his own share of trauma and that earned respect from the lycan. "But again I reiterate, stay away from the vampires."

@hearsthephone

[fantasywritten]

@hearsthephone asked: "Do you think I should feel bad forever?" (for John Kramer)

“OF COURSE NOT.” John shook his head. “Mistakes are made every day, some worse than others. I simply aim to teach lessons, to PREVENT the same mistakes from being made over again. You should not feel bad forever, Finn; it is not HUMAN NATURE.” Guilt was a part of the process, of course, but it was temporary. IT HEALED. John knew more about healing than most.

[anthrcpophagi-moved]

🔪 (fullbones,for Lee)

send 🔪 to encounter my muse after they've just killed someone

The metallic pang of blood mingled with the smell of the girl’s perfume, an intoxicating cocktail of floral and copper respectively. Maren wiped at the spittle of blood around her lips, not caring as it left red streaks across her cheek. The girl’s body wasn’t yet devoured in it’s entirety, but her torso and face lay decimated.

A crime of passion is what the police would say if she were foolish enough to leave the body behind. Men in sunglasses and biohazard suits would psychoanalyze the way she tore through the girl’s features, shredding her pretty lips that tasted like cherries, and jagged bite marks left in her cheekbones, like a warning. Where her pretty, sparkly brown eyes once sat glistening, two hollowed out holes remained where Maren's thumbs had pressed until she heard them pop. It was pure carnage, but Maren knew she couldn't relish in it for too long. "We have to finish her."

[anthrcpophagi]

For the something that sticks out- the way you write Maren's inner monologue is just so so good! She feels like a regular person with regular fears and feelings and thoughts, but there's the hint of darkness always lurking in the background that doesn't quite let one forget what she's capable of. Truly a great balance you've got!!!

What is something about my portrayal[s] that sticks out?

[changxlingfae]

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“Can I help you with anything? I don’t often get people at the library at this time of day.”

[eclipsecrowned]

1, 9 //@hearsthephone

1. what is a deal-breaking trait in another muse for romantic consideration? this can be as detailed or as not as you like (to extend: if your muse doesn’t necessarily have one, why?)

One thing Zorya is fully, unshakably aware of in terms of romantic deal-breakers is this: She wants someone who stays. She wants someone to communicate with her. That tragic romantic ideal of 'leaving to find myself' or 'it's not you, it's my enemies' would just infuriate her. The rogue that steals away in the night to 'spare her' some facet of their lifestyle will be permanently blacklisted rather than welcomed back upon a return visit. If you aren't going to be open and hang around for a bit, she's not going to bite.

She's got enough ephemeral bullshit in her job to be able to tolerate it from her love life. Her work typically deals with having to wheedle the truth out of situations, so she's not going to come home and do the same with her partner. Really, what she wants is just... The barest bones of respect before opening herself up to romantic potential.

9. name three other canon characters from any sort of media that you could compare/draw inspiration to your muse & explain why (to extend: can you detail a specific moment or trait that makes you draw this comparison?).

Lestat de Lioncourt: Yeah... Yeah. A musical prodigy who is easily led astray by their emotions, mainly their desire to be the center of attention at all times. Unlucky in love and has a special talent for just pissing people off as first impression. Has deep wells of charm and a capacity for danger besides. Sort of a weak baby gay when it comes to any sort of open conflict. I've alluded to Zorya being a fan of the in-universe novels, but specifically she's the kind of red flag who read TVL and went 'omg he is just like me...' I as her mun cannot wholly disagree.

Karou: Mystical oddity of a girl brought up too proud and too self-assured, before getting pulled into greater perils and maturing significantly. A diligent practitioner of specific magic lineage/practice handed down to her by her father. Small but fierce, with a habit of going for the peaceful resolution over open violence while taking no shit. And in the less idealistic, I think about how Karou is described as so otherworldly and graceful. Given her parents, I think 'otherworldly' was always going to be in the cards for Zo. As for grace, well, she's petite and is well-acquainted with the stage. She probably has to consciously make an effort to walk like a big bad with some hands instead of just gliding across life.

Gerard Keay: Much as her brother wants to be this, Zorya IS the Gerry equivalent. Born with an immunity to the horrors, or a least a much higher tolerance for them due to her ancestry, she is now largely dedicated to helping protect humanity and have a laugh at the expense of the abyss she forces to blink first. They're counterculture, they're socially awkward, and they both love stupid jokes! That, and both have that hidden heart of gold beneath their reputations/mystique.