#spiriitum 003.

[jasnstilnski]

@spiriitum / continued.

HE WOULD NEVER PUT THE WEIGHT OF THIS ON JONAS. getting their story out there was important, letting people know what horrible things had been done to them was instrumental in making sure it never happened to anyone else. jonas couldn’t control the reactions, and in truth jason’s far from surprised that people are scared of him. he isn’t like jonas, he doesn’t have beautiful wings, he can’t he portrayed as harmless. he has harsh burns, leathery skin, a demeanour that most people consider to just be WRONG. he doesn’t have the luxury of people seeing him as beautiful despite his pain, he only has people seeing the pain, seeing the danger. jason’s sure that no one thinks about jonas’s ability to be violent and dangerous, is certain that jonas is just seen as a poor, beautiful thing. he’s entirely certain that the world sees him in an opposite light.

head is shaking the moment jonas starts blaming himself, lifting himself off of the floor to sit on the bed facing jonas. hands slide on top of jonas’s, try to discourage him tugging at his hair, trying to calm him down. jason isn’t good at words, not like jonas is, but he knows that holding hands can be nice, that sometimes a hug is enough to make things better. hugs from jonas got him through a lot of things he once thought he’d never be able to survive.

“you’re good.” voice stern, as stern as he can make it. he doesn’t have poetic words, but he has emphasis. “PERFECT.” and jason truly does believe that. he doesn’t see the flaws that jonas overthinks about, doesn’t see any problem with the way they live. he loves jonas and jonas loves him, and in jason’s eyes that is more than enough. to not only know what it feels like to love someone, but to know that he is loved in return, that those feelings are strong and true and not going anywhere. it’s crucial to him, the only thing that has kept him alive this long.

“be DEAD without you.” and he doesn’t just mean the lab. jonas knows how much he’s saved jason, knows that the redhead has never been good at navigating the world around him. physically and mentally, he’d be entirely lost without jonas.

[jasonbrennerold]

@spiriitum​ / starter call

the lab had always been a terrifying place, but it was far worse now. going back after having adjusted to normal life, being held there after learning to feel loved, it was all HARDER. he'd been there a couple of days, not long in the grand scheme of things but long enough. they'd spent the first day just beating him, violence their best form of CONTROL. he'd been submissive almost immediately, but they'd kept the violence up for hours afterwards; a mixture of fists flying, ice water poured on him and batons hitting him for extra effect.

every inch of him hurts, tied to a chair, beaten and bloody and soaking wet. wrists are red and RAW from trying to break free, though to no avail. he doesn’t have the strength, nor the confidence. he can taste blood, can feel the blood all over his face along with the gentle sting of the wounds that caused it. he's hurt and he’s SCARED and he's freezing, broken boy trembling in his restraints. far too caught up in his own pain, far too exhausted, to even notice all the CHAOS going on on the other side of the walls.

[sanguisfulgur]

001.    THE  FAIRY.

chipped nail polish.     glitter highlight.     tall trees with smooth bark.     tangled hair.    the taste of cinnamon sugar.  talking too loud and too fast.   overgrown flowers in your hair.     crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature.     flirting.     walking home at three am with no coat.   platonic hand-holding.    blowing smoke out of your nose.     dragonfly wings.     chaotic good.     freckles.    fairy rings.     secret meetings.     gender nonconformity.     leather.     smudged eyeliner.     forbidden fruit.

002.    THE  REAPER.

computer errors.   a shiver down your spine.   haunting beauty.  hard liquor.   crowns of thorns.   shadowed alleyways.   decaying plant matter.   shattered mirrors and broken glass.   corrupted memories.     stopped clocks.     the  scent of stale cigarettes.  tattered black hoodies.   walking your friend(s) home.   the crescent moon.   the  sea.   a graveyard on a foggy day.     cold rings on cold fingers.   absolution. looking out of the window of an airplane.

003.    THE  WITCH.

graffiti.    pretending to know what you’re doing.     worn paperback books.  growing up too fast. parsley,  sage, rosemary, and thyme.   lace and combat boots.   moth wings.   candles on every surface. a weathered deck of cards.   turning the music up.   fireflies in jars. calloused fingers.   drawing  on your skin.     sunlight filtering through clouds.   petrichor.   a dying rose in a jar. wearing a crystal pendant.   illusions of spells.   black cats.    mint gum.     chapped lips.   dirt under your fingernails.   the cycle of life and death.

004.    THE  WOLF.

murders of crows.   frostbitten leaves.   wolves howling at midnight.   knocking on your door.   leaving food out for stray animals.   the twang of an acoustic guitar.  honey.   tiny red buds on trees.  claw marks on the walls.  golden eyes.   slightly too long stubble.   knitted fingerless gloves. sleeping on the forest floor.   always finding your way back home.

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[betterdcyz-a]

💠 Is there a Headcanon about my muse you want to know more about? Ask away! / accepting!

@spiriitum​ said: 💠 💠 💠 for adam bc yes

001.   Work. Study. Sleep ( & occasionally out and about with the others, researching about leylines, searching said leylines, discussing the supernatural, etc ) This is what Adam does on a regular basis. Work. Study. Sleep.  And Adam makes sure it’s all properly scheduled out perfectly in his mind. If he had extra shifts, then he’ll take that and make a note of having to study once he’s finished, doing about an hour of study, take perhaps a three-hour nap or less, depends on the time, and then make sure he’s ready for his next job. ( or get prepared for another day of school. )

002.   Work. Currently, Adam has three jobs. He’s a mechanic at Boyd’s Repair shop, a factory worker at some factory and a person who unloads boxes from trucks. The latter of the two is okay, minimum wage but decent. He’s the type of worker who doesn’t talk a lot, solely focused on the job at hand, working hard to get that raise. If there’s extra shifts or if someone couldn’t go to work, then Adam would take that chance and fit in that slot into his schedule. Though, Adam prefers working at Boyd’s Repair shop. He felt at peace working under some car, or popping up the hood to fix whatever problem the owner was having. Adam felt safe there, and Boyd was a great guy who didn’t ask questions. Well, he had first, but doesn’t step over the line when it comes to Adam. If Boyd required someone to be here late at night, or for someone to do a few more shifts, then Adam is the first to be notified, and Adam willingly takes up the offer. Overall, Adam is a busy person, cramming up his schedule with shifts to make money. 

003.   Study. After a long shift ( or hanging at Nino’s with his friends, etc ), Adam usually takes a good hour ( or two ) to study. When he was living with his parents, Adam avoided studying like a plague over there, going over to a library or studying over at 1136 Monmouth. Though now he was living at St Agnes, in his own small little apartment, Adam is more safer there and could study as he please. He get everything set up, notes ready, homework organised and set. And then he’ll focus on that, looking over his word and keeps studying until the hour or two is over. 

( Note. I can definitely imagine Adam studying in weird places, or studying at place where you don’t normally see anyone study. Example: Ronan’s BMW. Adam can attempt to cram in some studying, even if it’s for some minutes. Cabeswater. Eventually, once he gets enough money for a phone, he’ll get certain apps for studying too. ) 

[jasonbrennerold]

OPEN.

seemingly normal day, the pair not doing anything all that special. just walking down an empty street, heading home. he’d let himself relax a bit, had let himself believe he could be an average person. but then a van pulls up and he’s grabbed from behind, hand over his mouth as he tries to whimper. immediately he knows who it is, immediately struggling against the grip. but there’s a few of them, enough that struggling out of this one guys grip wouldn’t save him. the other three act as a barricade, step between jason and his companion, trying to stop them from getting to him. he thrashes in the mans grip, tries to get out, but quickly resigns himself to his fate, quickly giving up his thrashing, accepting his fate.

[sanguisfulgur]

001.    THE  FAIRY.

chipped nail polish.     glitter highlight.     tall trees with smooth bark.     tangled hair.   the taste of cinnamon sugar.  talking too loud and too fast.   overgrown flowers in your hair.     crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature.    flirting.     walking home at three am with no coat.   platonic hand-holding.    blowing smoke out of your nose.     dragonfly wings.     chaotic good.    freckles.    fairy rings.    secret meetings.     gender nonconformity.     leather.    smudged eyeliner.     forbidden fruit.

002.    THE  REAPER.

computer errors.   a shiver down your spine.   haunting beauty. hard liquor.   crowns of thorns.   shadowed alleyways.   decaying plant matter.  shattered mirrors and broken glass.   corrupted memories.     stopped clocks.     the  scent of stale cigarettes. tattered black hoodies.   walking your friend(s) home.   the crescent moon.   the  sea.   a graveyard on a foggy day.    cold rings on cold fingers.   absolution. looking out of the window of an airplane.

003.    THE  WITCH.

graffiti.    pretending to know what you’re doing.     worn paperback books.  growing up too fast. parsley,  sage, rosemary, and thyme.   lace and combat boots.   moth wings.  candles on every surface. a weathered deck of cards.   turning the music up.   fireflies in jars. calloused fingers.   drawing  on your skin.     sunlight filtering through clouds.   petrichor.   a dying rose in a jar. wearing a crystal pendant.   illusions of spells.   black cats.   mint gum.     chapped lips.   dirt under your fingernails.  the cycle of life and death.

004.    THE  WOLF.

murders of crows.   frostbitten leaves.  wolves howling at midnight.   knocking on your door.  leaving food out for stray animals.   the twang of an acoustic guitar.  honey.   tiny red buds on trees.  claw marks on the walls.  golden eyes.   slightly too long stubble.   knitted fingerless gloves. sleeping on the forest floor.   always finding your way back home.

TAGGED  BY:   @spiriitum​ TAGGING: Done on the other post.