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oc name meanings. some are scarily accurate

Agnes De la Rosa - pure, holy, St Agnes is patron saint of girls, of the rose

Josiah Gray - healed, welcoming/pleasing

Corinne Kelly - girl/maiden, bright-headed?

Lucia Caro - Light, dear/beloved

Edgar Graves - prosperity/fortune/spear, head of town?

Susannah Reid - Lily, red

Corbin Wright - little crow, craftsman

Eben Holt - stone/rock, small wood/grove of trees

Cecilia Ayers - blind, heir

Amber Little - jewel, little

Art (Arthur) Andrews - bear/champion, manly

Ben Luna - boy, light

March (Marcelo) Abbot - like a hammer, priest

Jude Keane - praised, battle/distant/long

Taylor Zamora - tailor, wild olives

Robyn Parry - bright famous one, Harry’s son

Eden Houghton - paradise, settlement

Cathy - pure/clear

Keith Harlow - forest, rock/mound/hill

Ethan Wake - strong/safe, vigilant

Christian Covett - christan, covered

Adrien - rich

Hayden Voss - hay field/valley/hill, fox

Tere Montoya - harvest, hills/valleys

Callum Sorel - dove, reddish/chestnut

Gossamer Glasglow - a hollow

Fathom Jackson - jacks son lol

Harvey Duran - strong/worthy, enduring

Leo Vargas - lion, steep slope

Josie Morrison - god will increase????, dark

Devon Banks - defender, ridge/hillside

Tyler Everett - tavern owner, brave/hardy/strong

Dakota Herrera - friend/ally, blacksmith/forge

Lucille Bloom - light, iron worker

Eleanor Fay - light-hearted, fairy/fate/destiny

Angel Murillo - messenger, wall

Nicodemus Worth - victory, enclosure/settlement

Harlow Liu - pile of rocks/hill, kill

Ruby Lopez - red, wolf

Rosario Vergara - rosary

Misha Amato - resembling god, beloved

Nadia Bell - hope, bell ringer

Charlie - free man

Antonio - priceless/flower

Alarick - noble/regal ruler

Dahlia Gunner - dahlia flower, battle/heavy artillery

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oc name inspirationsss aaaa

agnes - the glass animals song and the girl from that play we read in 9th grade

josiah - none but its kinda close to my dad and brother’s???

corinne - that one song but i liked corinne better than corrine

lucia - a protagonist from an old favorite book (lu-chee-uh)

karma - i think a saying about how karma is a bitch plus somethin

chisme - just the word

edgar - snowpiercer

maalik - saw it on another oc and thought “cool”

prudence - bible class i think??

susannah - the scary story named after the song

corbin - none but he is a rebooted oc which i think is neat. his real name comes from 30 days of night

art - none i think but his name being arthur reminds me of joker 19

march - protagonist from a book my brother never read

jude - hey jude. brief candidate for dakota’s name actually.

keith - none but was almost renamed after an artist i liked

cathy - named by vanessa

christian - religious irony

adrien - i cut myself (song)

hayden - soap opera character

callum - character from a show i only watched 1 ep of??

gossamer - the song

josie - book character

devon - gray’s character maybe???

damion - idk used to have a different name too similar to essie’s

essie - the demon street character

angel - one of my mom’s students lmao

nico - bible name i chose for his first version when i was like 6

rosario - la misma luna

charlie - looked up most common unisex name for year they were born

guts - really wanted to make an emo oc idk

antonio - first name from my ex. last name from me. clown name from reynolds

alarick - the fucking twokinds character

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lucy, ethan, angel, josie, charlie, dakota

randomly picked ocs in picrew. agnes, ben, robyn, harvey, cecilia, art, march, rosario, eleanor

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ruby, tyler, nico, jude, nadia, alarick, callum, corinne, leo

randomly picked ocs in picrew. agnes, ben, robyn, harvey, cecilia, art, march, rosario, eleanor

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devon, hayden, fathom, corbin, susannah, christian, misha, harlow, taylor

randomly picked ocs in picrew. agnes, ben, robyn, harvey, cecilia, art, march, rosario, eleanor

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randomly picked ocs in picrew. agnes, ben, robyn, harvey, cecilia, art, march, rosario, eleanor

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uh i wanna write out corbin’s entire life story but id also rather not

so really all it would be is that he was born to kinda hick parents in probably uhh north dakota i bet.

he had a brother that was 7 yrs older than him named Jared who joined the military when Corbin was just 11

jared was kind of the family’s poster boy, totally opposite of corbin but also a bit of a jerk. once he left, corbin’s parents kind of just ignored that he was around, so he really had no accountability

in school he was mostly unnoticed. he didnt talk to anybody and never did anything notable, and if people weren’t off-put by him, they didn’t notice him at all. his relationship with his parents was kind of non-existent.

most of his activities included people-watching, eavesdropping, and walking into wooded areas to stare into the wilderness until nighttime. he thought a lot about trying to catch birds or small animals, but never acted on these intentions.

in his junior year of high school he becomes obsessed with a girl named Amber Little. he doesn’t have a crush on her or anything but he can’t help but notice her charisma. people flock to her and she manages them effortlessly. she doesn’t even know his name. they’ve never spoken before. never once has she looked at him and caught his stare. so one day, with his ability to do whatever he wants when he wants, he follows her home. tricking her into the woods, he blunt forces her head into a rock. the feelings of power and violence and control excite him. for once, he actually laughs.

nobody suspects him. nobody has any reason to. its considered a horrific tragedy by everyone, and he gets off scot-free.

once he graduates, he leaves town, changes his entire identity from a brooding loner to a charismatic romantic, and attracts as many people as he can this way.

it doesn’t take him long to realize that the lonely people are much easier to trap than the popular ones. he knows where to look in a crowd for them, the right things to say to make them trust him. they’re all eager for a connection, and he’s good enough at acting, mimicking what he picked up from watching amber.

they don’t have to be romances, sometimes they’re not even good friends. but corbin doesn’t mind playing the long game, and he has fun seeing a person light up just to snuff them out himself.

nobody knows these people, and nobody knows him but them. once they’re gone, he moves on to someone new, and the cycle begins all over again.

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CONSIDERING.. naming corbin after aiden it would be his first name. cant choose btwn aiden or eben

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NEW OCS DROPPED. DND FLAVOR

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allegedly this is from 5/7/2020 i haven’t read it since then

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i love having to post this twice aha thanks tunglr. so anyways idk if i like how this turned out yada yada. corinne’s a bitch and everyone knows it. this is how she is, lots of insults, lots of hitting, and lots of taunting josiah to hit her bc she knows abt his dad and also thinks its pathetic that he punches shit to hurt himself. i was tempted to write in that josiah had some broken fingers but i ultimately left it out bc the entire thing already wasn’t very well written anyways. idk where in the timeline this would be, or even if it is canonical, which i don’t think it is. if it were anywhere on the timeline, itd be after corinne has met agnes several times already and has told josiah that she doesnt want her at his house anymore. they wouldnt break up until a bit later bc it takes a lot of support and encouragement from agnes for josiah to finally leave corinne. this would also be when agnes finally sees how bad the abuse is. aaand after this corinne would begin to have doubts that agnes is really just josiah’s friend and things would get worse for a bit. i thinkkk thats everything i wrote before. fuck corinne

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caldel fic bc i can’t put it in docs uwuwuwuwu

mostly early 2020???? late 2019???? unfinished

Calvin found himself a bit bewildered, and unsure what to do with his hands during the long elevator ride. Typically not the type to be visibly nervous, Calvin was clearly out of his comfort zone in this large, grandiose building.  

It was hard not to notice from the outside, ornate and elaborate; Calvin was used to staring at it whenever he’d pass by, wondering about what the apartments inside looked like, the size of the lobby, the expensive furnishings. Now he found himself inside, traveling to one of its top floors in the elevator. 

Adel really lived here? 

The silence was becoming increasingly awkward. If Calvin had dared to watch Adel during their ascent he would have seen that Adel was also clearly uncomfortable, standing a bit too stiffly and holding his breath. By the gracious nature peripheral vision though, Adel seemed to just be naturally and comfortably subdued. 

“So..” Calvin said, looking across the elevator, the walls of which were lines with a soft, velvety looking covering. “You live on the twelfth floor? Here?” He laughed as he said it, trying not to seem rude or strange, while also making an attempt to hide his nervousness. 

Adel turned to him, eyes wide and attentive before he quickly glanced away again. “Uh, yeah- haha.” The laugh was embarrassingly forced, but he wanted to seem as nonchalant as he mistook Calvin to be. “The suites are all on the highest floors, but it’s still a very nice building, I think.” Adel punctuated his sentence by nodding to himself, that was probably the right thing to say. 

Calvin stared at Adel for a moment, processing what he had just said. There wasn’t very much time for him to process though, as the elevator finally slowed to a stop, the doors swiftly opening to a classy well-lit hallway with a faint pleasant fragrance. 

Adel stepped out and Calvin followed stiffly, transfixed by the elaborate patterns in the carpet and the wallpaper. Some ways down the hallway, Adel finally stopped at a door, and Calvin stood behind him as he retrieved a key ring from one of his jacket pockets, a singular key hanging from it. As he leaned over Adel’s shoulder, Calvin also saw that attached to the key ring was a small, cute keychain of a frog that he had never seen before. He smiled, thinking that it was adorable. 

There was a click as the door unlocked, and Adel slipped the key ring back into his pocket. Surprisingly, after he swung the door open, he stood by the doorway and motioned for Calvin to enter first. 

Calvin drifted through the doorway that entered into the bedroom portion of Adel’s apartment, which was even larger than his own bedroom. 

The room was immaculate as well as bright, mainly thanks to the rather large window on the opposite wall which displayed a view of the busy street outside, and the sprawling blue sky above it. 

The cleanliness of the room brought attention the its decoration, which was mostly limited to various instruments arranged around the perimeter of the floor and the walls. A guitar leaned against one wall, a ukulele hung on another, a keyboard sat in the corner, aside several other instrument cases. Besides the instruments, the rest of the decoration in the apartment was comprised of different houseplants, which took up most available surfaces- the windowsill, the desk, the dresser. They all looked different, and were all obviously very well taken care of. 

Besides that, the apartment wasn’t just impeccably clean, it was also incredibly sparse. Evidently, Adel didn’t take much an interest in interior design. Furnishing the room was the bare minimum: a comfy bed, a polished nightstand, a desk and a seat, a cushy chair, some shelves and a rug.

It all looked nice enough to fool the eye at a glance, but there were no knick-knacks that weren’t plants or schoolbooks. The entire area was distinctly.. utilitarian. 

“Ah,” Calvin started, removing his jacket as he took it all in. “So you’re one of those ‘minimalists’, huh?” He cracked a smile at Adel, who was locking the deadbolt on the door. 

“I uh, don’t really know what that means.” Adel said timidly, trying not to show his confusion as he turned around. He smiled at Calvin, and removed his own jacket, then walked past him and draped it over the chair at his desk. 

“You hungry?” Adel asked with a grin, and without waiting for an answer, he disappeared down a hallway, leaving Calvin alone beside the entrance. 

Taking his cue, Calvin gingerly placed his jacket over Adel’s and followed him through the short hallway into a small, organized kitchen space. Adel was searching through stainless steel refrigerator. Quickly, he turned and tossed something to Calvin, who caught it to find that is was a large, round orange. 

Internally grateful that he hadn’t fumbled the orange and made a full of himself, Calvin further tested his luck by tossing the orange back and forth from hand to hand, trying to look cool.

“Thanks, man!” He said, looking up at Adel with a beaming smile. Adel smiled back, relieved that he made Calvin happy. From a cupboard he pulled out a granola snack for himself and began to unwrap it. 

“You’re welcome.” He replied sheepishly, looking down. 

Making short work of his orange’s peel, Calvin glanced around the kitchen, which was relatively small, yet well-outfitted with different appliances and utensils. Still, something about the arrangement of it was off- it looked superficially decorated rather than a well-used kitchen. He got the feeling that Adel didn’t spend too much time in here. 

“So uh, how-“ Calvin started before Adel wordlessly moved forward and gently took the orange peel from his fingers, sliding a drawer open to reveal a trash can that he dropped the peel and his wrapper in. 

Realizing this had interrupted Calvin, Adel looked back at him with his wide, expectant blue eyes. “S-Sorry. Go on.” He prompted. 

Now flustered, Calvin spun the peeled orange in his hands. “Yeah uh. How’d you even get a place like this dude?” He asked, gesturing to the space around them to show that he was impressed by it’s grandeur. 

Adel didn’t seem to share his sentiment though, as he shrugged. “I dunno really. It’s a nice building. It had nice reviews so..” His sentence trailed off as he took a bite of his granola. He was dodging the question. 

Forcing the orange slices apart with his thumb, Calvin chuckled. “No, I mean, how do you even afford a place like this? The rent here must be crazy.” He hoped that Adel could tell that he was sincerely not trying to be rude, he was just bewildered. Calvin couldn’t fathom this small, awkward, punkish boy living in a place so lavish. In fact, he was pretty sure Adel had never even mentioned having a job that would pay well enough to support such a living situation. 

Something about Adel’s posture shifted and solidified, taking up the brooding and serious shape it had before they’d gotten to know each other better. When he spoke his words seemed stilted, as he gave his response a good amount of contemplation. 

“Well.. it’s mostly family money.” As he spoke, he suddenly began walking back to his bedroom area. Calvin followed. “My grandparents are kind of... doting? I think. They send me money from Germany to help with school, housing, the like..” 

From an outside perspective, it was unclear what Adel was thinking. Part of him was embarrassed to admit that he was sustained by money that he didn’t earn. Another part of him was ashamed by the fact that the money was mostly insurance against him needing to work. 

“Wow! That’s really nice of them!” Calvin exclaimed, painfully aware that Adel had become a little uncomfortable, and they were both just standing in the middle of his room. “I’m sure my parents would do the same but, five kids is a lot to provide for already, haha.”

At this, Adel’s discomfort seemed to disappear. He perked up and looked at Calvin, who was in the middle of eating another slice off his orange. “Five kids? You told me you have sisters but not four other siblings!” Adel sat down onto his bed, clearly unable to fathom being a part of such a large family. 

Tentatively sitting down next to Adel, Calvin nodded. “Yeah I’ve got four sisters. I swear the exhaustion will kill me someday.” He feigned a wistful look into the distance, making Adel crack up immediately. Seeing Adel laugh so carefreely made Calvin loosen up a bit. 

“We all have our differences,” Calvin continued. “But I love them. At least it’s never boring.” As he spoke, he lovingly thought of his large family, and all of his younger sisters who he cherished deeply. 

“I can imagine.” Adel said. “It’s probably never lonely either, huh?” Even though he was speaking directly to Calvin, his gaze was lowered to his hands, which he fiddled with now that he wasn’t holding the snack he’d just finished. 

Calvin shrugged. “I dunno... It can get pretty lonely sometimes. I’m the big brother- I’ve got to take care of everybody, be responsible, be smart, be happy. Its a.. Its a big role to live up to, y’know?” He tried to smile but the furrow of his eyebrows wouldn’t allow anything convincing. 

At this point Adel looked up at him again. “I never really thought of it like that before.” 

Instead of replying, Calvin remained silent. He could tell that Adel was thinking through something that he wanted to elaborate on. 

“I’m an only child so.. sometimes I wonder if i missed out on any of that. Those-“ He gestured with his hands as he tried to think of the word he wanted to use. “Those bonds, i guess, that are built in with siblings. Even the responsibility. Someone to take care of. It sounds nice.” 

There were several moments of silence as the two of them were lost in their thoughts. Calvin spoke. 

“Adel... were you lonely at home?” 

Adel grew somber. He inhaled deeply, releasing his breath in a tired sigh. “I wish I could lie to you Calvin, but honestly.. there wasn’t really a time when I wasn’t lonely.” 

Calvin stayed silent once more, opting to observe. As Adel began to continue speaking, he slightly shifted to face towards Calvin less. His words came slowly, as if reliving the memories was difficult, or perhaps he had spent a very long time trying to forget. 

“I was an only child, yes, but.. not even my parents ever spent much time with me. My mother was always very paranoid. It pushed my father away, he became unfaithful. That only made her behavior worse.” Adel paused for a very long time. “They divorced very early in my life. I lived alone with my mother afterwards.” 

This was the point where Calvin decided he should speak up, offer some words of consolation or a change in the topic. Before he could utter out anything however, Adel continued. 

“You know, neither of them ever really treated me like i was their child though. I was probably just proof that two shallow people managed to achieve a nice family life. That was a lie. We’d smile for portraits, then go to our own rooms far away from each other. Even in such a big house, i could still always hear them yelling at each other.” Adel chuckled as he spoke these final words, but his face was emotionless, and his eyes were distant. 

“And when there were two of us I hardly interacted with my mother. There was nothing she could do that a maid couldn’t do for her, so long as she didn’t have to look at me. I was just a little doll in a big empty doll house. Nothing ever changed. It wouldn’t even matter which room i used because they had never even made a room for me. Isn’t that strange?” Finally, Adel turned to make eye contact with Calvin. His eyes were wet, but not close to tears.

“A boy living in a house for adults. She had arranged the house to her liking before I was born, and never changed it afterwards. That house was exactly the same for as long as i lived in it. Sparkly and extravagant, my messed up family hardly belonged. It was like... a puzzle, that was already complete without us. Not a single one of us fit into it, and none of us fit together as well... I’ve never really known the closeness of a family, large or otherwise.”

“Even after we moved in with my grandparents, sold the house, I was still always all alone.” Then Adel fell silent, and withdrew into himself. It seemed he was done speaking about his past.

Calvin looked around the room once more. Perhaps thats why all of the decor was so superficial and functional. Perhaps thats why the apartment seemed so empty. He looked back at Adel.

“I’m sorry Adel. I shouldn’t have pried.”

Adel’s back straightened, and he swatted at his eyes, blinking back any threat of tears.

“No, it’s alright.” Adel assured him. “I shouldn’t be getting emotional, it’s not that deep.” Then he became visibly uncomfortable. “I- I’m sorry for making this awkward, Calvin. We should talk about something else. I didn’t mean to be a bummer.”

Without much forethought, Calvin said the first thing that came to mind, hoping it would cheer Adel up.

“Uhhh what about these plants? You never mentioned you were like, world’s best houseplant owner! I’d probably kill a cactus but these, these are really nice!”

Obviously Adel was invested in his plants, he must love them, and Calvin was earnestly impressed by them. He’d once tried to plant an orange tree when he was younger, but to his disappointment, nothing ever came of it.

Thankfully, Adel smiled. His eyes lit up with pride, and he straightened his back. “Yes, i love my plants. I’m very proud of them. I’ve always enjoyed gardening, but there’s not much you can do in an twelfth story apartment.”

This made Adel laugh, and Calvin tried to laugh too even though he couldn’t relate.

“Do they.. do they have names?” Calvin asked.

Adel tried and failed to repress a smile, and he leaned in close. “They do.” He giggled. “I wasn’t going to say- i think it’s a bit embarrassing.”

Calvin leaned forward as well, setting his hand down right next to Adel’s to brace himself.

“Nooo! I’d love to know, for real!”

Adel rolled his eyes playfully and smiled as he stood up, walking around his room and introducing each of his plants. He started out shyly, but eventually it was clear how invested he was in his individual houseplants- none of which Calvin could name, but they were all very pretty.

“This is Anne, and Claudio, Henry, Franz, Hector, Fanny and Felix, Guissepe, Gustav, Igor, Maurice, and Samuel.”

Adel paused next to the final plant, clasping his hands together and pulling at his fingers, eager to recieve praise from Calvin.

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The shop was about as large as Jude expected it to be on the inside, but what he hadn’t been able to see through the window was that it was filled to the brim with hundreds of differen’t records. He paused in the threshold of the doorway, filled with awe, until he caught sight of the cashier in the corner and stumbled in before he drew any attention to himself.

Luckily, he was the only customer in the store, so he unabashedly stared at every record bin, every poster on the walls, every banner hanging from the cieling. Immediately, he headed to the few bins that were marked “Oldies”, and began to flip through and see if they had what he was looking for.

To his surprise, a good amount of his list was there, and he felt giddy, grabbing them tenderly. It actually surprised him when he realized he hadn’t brought enough money to afford all of them, thinking he wouldn’t find much.

More elated than disheartened, he meandered up to the cash register, a small booth in the corner, the walls around it plastered with various pictures of bands playing live, some signed, some tattered and worn.

As Jude approached, the cashier nonchalantly straightened from slouching over their phone, and automatically began processing his purchase. His eyes were still scanning the photographs when they began speaking.

“This your first time here?”

Jude looked down again, slightly embarassed and worried that he had been rude, but the cashier’s head was down, their violet-tipped hair falling over their face as they worked.

“Uhh, yeah.” Jude chuckled nervously. “This is a really nice shop.”

The cashier picked their head up and gave him a relaxed grin. Jude felt instantly charmed.

“I’m glad you think so. You find everything you needed today?” They asked, looking back down as they bagged Jude’s records and began printing a receipt.

Jude nodded enthusiastically, excited all over again about the records he had found just then. “Mmhm! Im, ah- actually gonna have to come back again soon.” He smiled as he spoke, rocking back and forth on his heels.

Tearing the receipt off of the printer and carefully tucking it into the back with the records, the cashier leaned forward onto the counter. Compared to how nervous Jude had been all day, their charming nonchalance felt like a breeze of fresh air to him. Not to mention, they seemed very cool, and were maybe, slightly cute.

“Well thats good.” They smiled. “You’re my only customer today that wasn’t, like, forty years old.” They slid his bag over to him. “Though, your music taste is older than any of theirs.”

As he laughed in response, Jude ducked his head bashfully.

“Hey,” They continued as he laughed. “At least you know what you like!”

The two strangers chuckled to themselves before Jude looked up again, and finally noticed his cashier’s name tag- pinned to the lapel of their denim jacket- and below it, a pin striped with blue, pink, and white.

Immediately, his heart seemed to jump for joy. He had been so nervous his first days here, coming from a town where everybody knew his past. Perhaps a miracle had occured, and on his first day out, when he had been so scared, he had finally encountered a friend- someone who could understand him.

Or at least, that’s what rushed through his head in a fraction of a second, convincing him to do something he never would’ve thought to do even a few seconds before.

“Hey! Uh... same pin!” He exclaimed, sliding the strap of his backpack over to the side to reveal his own trans pin.

He had never come out to a stranger before, and it entirely contradicted all of his plans of hoing stealth. But this one person wouldn’t tell everyone they knew, right? Or was it wierd to even do this at all..?

The next second felt like it dragged out, stretched by all of his worried thoughts. But the cashier smiled, cocked their head and said, “Awesome.”

They stuck their hand out. “Taylor. They, them.”

Jude awkwardly shook their hand, making an effort to be not too firm, yet not too soft about it. “I’m Jude. H-He, him.” He smiled, butterflies filling his chest.

“Nice to meet you, Jude.” Taylor said as their handshake ended. It was then that the door opened across the shop, as another customer entered. Flustered, Jude hurried to slide his records into his backpack. He looked up as he zipper it up.

“It was nice to meet you too, Taylor.” He stammered. “Thank you.” He said after a pause.

Taylor raised their hand to wave. “Any time. Come back again soon, when i’m working, ok?”

As he walked backwards away from the counter, Jude nodded, adjusting his bag over his shoulder. “Yeah! See you.”

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“Keith-“ Ethan stepped forward, grabbing the tail of Keith’s shirt as he stepped away, making him swirl around quickly, like a dog backed into a corner. “This isn’t right,” Ethan said, raising his hands and taking a step back at the sight of Keith’s fuming expression. “I don’t like how you’re acting.

The dull orange of the dying streetlight nearby glinted on Keith’s teeth as he sneered. “How I’m acting?? How exactly am i acting? Ethan?”

Ethan felt his heart pitch. He had never seen Keith this angry before. Frustrated, yes, but never this overwhelmed by white hot rage.

“I just- you-“ He stammered, trying to find his words. “You’re upset, you’re not thinking rationally abou-“

“Rationally?!” Keith yelled, cutting Ethan off and making him flinch. “There is nothing rational about this!”

Ethan dared a step forward, but as he did, Keith took a step back. “Just, just hold on a little, you need to calm down.” He tried to keep his voice soft, but the way his words shook was telling.

Keith’s hands tightened into fists, making his right knuckles burn where he had split them earlier. “You don’t know whats good for me. You’re- you’re just trying to stall me! Just like those fucking cops!”

Shaking his head, Ethan protested. “No, no i’m not. I just want to make sure you’re not doing anything dangerous. Come on Keith, let me help you.” He extended his arms in a welcoming gesture. In response, Keith straighened his back, posturing towards the dark forest behind them.

“I’m sorry if you didn’t quite understand, but this situation has been dangerous the whole time. There is a fucking monster in those woods.” Keith grimaced as he spoke, extending an arm out to point towards the tall black trees. “It killed my fucking parents. It’s the reason i’m alone. I’m going to kill it.” Now he pointed at himself, jabbing hard against his sternum with his index finger.

At this, Ethan paused. “...You’re not alone. You.. you have me.”

Keith’s mouth widened into a mean grin, and he scoffed. “You? What have you done to help?”

Starting forward again, Ethan fumbled for words. “I’ve been helping you, we, we’ve been gathering information and-“

Now Keith’s expression turned angry again. “What do you mean by we?” He raised a hand to his chest as he spoke. “This has nothing to do with you!”

At this, Ethan was speechless. Keith huffed, his chest heaving for angry breaths, tears forming in his glaring eyes. He clenched his fists again.

“I have been working this whole time! And what’ve you done to help?” Ethan raised his hand as he tried to interject, but Keith cut him off again. “-Nothing!”

Ethan could do nothing but stand silently as Keith raised a finger towards him. Every word was a knife to his back as Keith continued.

“You’ve just been a distraction. And you’ve wasted all my time.” His voice was as solid and cold as bone, and as sharp as broken glass. His dark eyes showed no sign of hesitation or regret, nor any more tears.

Ethan tried to plead, his voice breaking. “Keith, plea-“

But Keith turned around, and began to walk away into the darkness that consumed the night around them.

“There is no ‘we’. Go away and stay out of this. I’m not your fucking boyfriend.”

Ethan stood there as Keith disappeared. Until he could no longer hear his footsteps, and knew for certain he was the only person left on the dim street at the edge of town, and at the edge of the forest. He only climbed back into his truck when it felt like something he could not see was suddenly very close, and it wanted him gone.

He could feel it in the pit of his stomach. The fight was one-on-one now, and it was what the monster wanted.

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i want to make josiah 5’7” or something because i really feel like he has short man energy and i love the idea that he could be as tall as like.. edgy college murderers or shorter than a rad goth girl or somethin

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josiah’s mental health improves and he gets a haircut that says “i have a personality :)”

I JOKE BUT HE ACTUALLY BECOMES LIKE A WHOLE NEW PERSON... josiah moving on is an outlet for my emotions... leaving the ex do help sometiems. obv its more complicated than that but

besides my fucked up camera this is exactly what im talking about.. it definitely is not an easy fix for him but he eventually is able to live a happy life :’)

he litcherally is supposed to look that different bc the lack of self care & substance abuse ages him a lil

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josiah calls agnes aggie or aggs (way later on)

corinne called josiah jos

josiah still tries to call corinne cor