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i’ve been off tumblr the past few days >:) will be back writing soon! for now, have my discord tag if you wanna contact me!

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Chemical Hearts (2020)

#FACECLAIM.

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꩜ MARTYR BLUE BOY, a familiar silhouette in the waking of a world entrenched in red, his softness sickened nathan — warren graham was his photography partner, no doubt in his mind that he was also damning this earth when he heard jefferson pair them together. he stood among the barren carpark of blackwell, watching warren trail out of the department with dragging heels, clutching a much cheaper camera between pale, clammy knuckles—nathan’s camera was instead held by a strap around his neck ; a badge of honor, a corruption of perception as long as it remained a collar chaining him to his true purpose. “ what you lookin’ so glum for, gayram ? ” prodding tone, gleeful gnawing on his exposed spine, looking for any weakness to exploit - this might be fun after all, “ who knows. maybe i could show you a thing or two about actual good photography. ” heh. who was he kidding. he didn’t have the eye, unlike nathan. nathan had the eyes for everything the world couldn’t see, at least that was what he was spoon-fed when he was good enough. he had to show him he was good enough.

@bloomifys / WARREN.

#AUGHH IVE WANTED TO RP WITH A WARREN IN FOREVERRR HELLO #i hope this is good enough! #STARTER. #V1 ꩜ ‘ A PUPPETED PROTÉGÉ. #bloomifys

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random headcanon time : nathan never went out with anybody in blackwell despite his ‘ popularity ’ ( using that term loosely ) — this is due to both his unknown asexuality & aromantic identity, & his gay feelings deep down that made him highly unattracted / uninterested in anybody. the closest he ever got was with victoria, rumours that were shot down because he sees vic as a sisterly figure & stand-in for kristine. this is only something he realises past blackwell. additionally at vortex parties, despite his involvement he never got with anybody, & tended to stick with hayden & vic unless brought up for downing shots or taking photos with everyone.

#also hayden was totally his first gay experience but we’ll get into that another time #hayden and nathan are cute idc #OOC. #was thinking about this due to my own aromantic realisations

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like 4 a small starter >:)

#back on my bs #OOC.

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#promo!!

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IM BAAAAAAAAACK!

#OOC.

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020, standing in front of a painting at a museum. / KATE. @earthsync

꩜ MARBLE FLOOR / LOAFERS SCRAPE THE SURFACE - black veins below him branch to his feet & cut off at the white walls, hospital sheet white, but eyes stay down - focusing on the intricacies of the snaking paths formed under his slightly scuffed shoes. milling ants to a magnifying glass / his weight stomping out the winding lives of others. the reflection is uncanny, the polish blurred & only serving as an intensifier for the brightness that fills this space—it’s like standing amongst the sun. a star. a dying star. art museums always have this feel about them, magnificent yet empty, hollow - even. he flickers icy gaze toward the painting set ahead of him ( the flaying of marsyas, titian, 1570. ) —knife against soft skin - strung up, with a dog lapping the blood, & yet there is a twisted beauty in it. a kind of — celebration & invigoration from the figures partaking. revelling in misery.

a ghostly figure lingers past his peripheral, standing aside him - she stops to look at it, & he doesn’t study her face—mainly because as soon as he catches a good look at her, he freezes in place. kate marsh. cross bared - held in frail digits, hair slightly frazzled by the wind & golden in hue—with her pupils hiding a solemn apathy. the light from her eyes has been snuffed out since … well, since everything. nathan blinks. once. then twice. panicked breathes are concealed reaching his throat, only his chest showing how frantically he’s drawing air. fuck. be not afraid, her presence only a further blinding luminosity, even if dimmed, in this building, skirt trailing like folded wings. he can’t stop looking.

the marble below starts to move, the pathways of lives move on as he stands still, kate breathes still. he forgets how to, for a second. “ k.. kate ? ” is she even real ? she’s not dead but, how - how is she here ? “ kate, is that you ? ” nathan’s voice leaves his mouth but he doesn’t recall moving it to speak, “ holy shit. kate. i… ( apologies are fruitless. forgiveness is relative, but, he can’t help say it. what else is there to say ? ) i… i’m sorry. ” god forgives, but he knows it’s too late for that — he just wants to say it. expulsion of a sin, cleaning of a wound left untreated for far too long. it’s worth it to disinfect, even if it stings, even if it scars.

#this was a fucking blast to write thank you so much #idk if you want to continue this but my god. the pain #REPLY ꩜ ‘ WHO ARE YOU? #V1 ꩜ ‘ A PUPPETED PROTÉGÉ. #earthsync

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“ if it falls, i would hold on for all it's worth. ” / @wiredsmile

꩜ A SIGH ESCAPES WORN MOUTH, jagged ivories gritting themselves against sandpaper tongue - a swallow back, a denial of what exactly this girl was saying, “ it’s not that serious. it’s not like— why do you care ? ” dead birds line the horizons of his dreams, dreary atmosphere floods senses as he hears frank’s rv clatter, the noise seems so far—the world around him like a spec as he is consumed by the sheer vast itself. negative space in a lens his eyes project. suzie sees nathan, this son of a rich entrepreneur, in a dirt stained red jacket he never seems to take off - jitters running up his body - he knows what she’s thinking. look at you—the pride of the family wasted. “ holding on… tch. when has that been worth it. ” the last part is a murmur, mainly to himself, all he does is fall, it’s an endless fall - the abyss a collective home.

#THIS IS VAGUEEE because i wanted to try out a simple starter for them #get their back n forth going! #nathan’s getting drugs from frank obv #STARTER. #V1 ꩜ ‘ A PUPPETED PROTÉGÉ. #wiredsmile

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knuckles are bloodied from shards deep ; regret staining spite-ridden lips, denial like a childhood comfort -- BLIND PRIDE WILL BE YOUR UNDOING. HEIR, PROTÉGÉ, MARIONETTE TO THE LENS. prescott, your birthright is to ruin. / priv semi - canon divergent NATHAN PRESCOTT from life is strange. framed by shadow.

follows back & interacts from @ / vortexclu8 !

#srb. #promo me if ya wanna >:) #will be writing mooooaaaar

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#YOSUKEH. ( like you. you're special to me, y'know? ) independent and highly selective YOSUKE HANAMURA from atlus's persona 4. mutually exclusive. divergent + headcanon based. the source material is highly triggering + mature source material, please exercise caution. very cross-over and oc friendly. written by eli ( he + him! ) please like ( ♡ ) or reblog ( ↻ ) if you're interested in writing with me. i hope to see y'all soon! highly connected with @narukahmi.

#PROMO!

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“ i wouldn't fare well. hedgehog-under-a-van-wheel kind of wouldn't fare well. ” / @yosukeh

꩜ BLACKHELL SURE DID WEED OUT THE WEAK ; nathan found himself murmuring to some random kid, exchange student — if the vortex club found him chatting with this lacklustre nobody he’d be hounded for weeks, but in the sanctuary of the smokers den during chem class, he could talk to anybody, “ pl-ease, yosuke. it isn’t that bad. ” a misleading scoff as the last of his marlboro joins his lips, “ it’s a club for everybody. regardless of whether or not you’ve done coke or had alcohol poisoning. ” the sheer lies that split his vocal chords are harsh & he’s surprised he isn’t spluttering blood with how deadly they are. it’s all about social status, but he doesn’t know any better—makes it all the more fun when the clueless stumble into vomiting masses & pulsating techno that keeps you deaf for your next days classes, “ even if you did screw the whole night up, that’s still a night to remember, no ? ”

#YOSUKE IM SO SORRY U GET CUNTY NATHAN #he will be nice. #eventually #V. ꩜ TBD. #REPLY ꩜ ‘ WHO ARE YOU? #STARTER. #yosukeh

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#MIRROR ꩜ ‘ ALL BARK NO BITE. #angry chihuahua

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꩜ DENTED STEEL STARES BACK, blurred & partly rusted exterior blotched with a million finger prints leading to his own — hands match the gun with an unsteady ease, it’s unnatural how comfortable it feels in his grip. a glove to his skin. that being said, he was not a hunting-kind of child, the only weapon that met his hand was a pistol, eyes scrunch in an attempt to wave away the reminders - so this was new territory. at least micheal’s presence brings him down to earth, molasses-thick confidence oozing from his grin—surely he must know what he’s talking about, considering how nonchalant he is, & if he doesn’t - well, this will be a steep learning curve for the both of them. aka, don’t allow either of these idiots to handle guns.

“ i… i will say i— i take meds that make me twitch. ” shockwaves of guilt ride up his spine to his collarbones, hesitation makes his fingertips feel like static - the catalyst for the four walls he stared at for a good year, “ uh, so, unless we have something to target - don’t load mine. not saying anything will happen but— ( he must sound like a psycho right now. shit. he feels the weight in his hand amplify ten tons. ) —just, better to be safe than sorry. you know ? ”

great first impressions : imply him being a victim of a druggie’s trigger-happy misfire ! a sigh & he lays the gun to his side, making sure not to handle it for too much longer ( …just in case you kill another poor bastard right ? ) “ hah. well, it’s definitely a way to have fun… not my way. but — a way. definitely. ” he vowed never to pick up a lens for a long while, if not ever, & guns felt like a similar hot iron branding raw skin. still—this is micheal’s outing. he can’t exactly say no, explaining it would only make this situation a lot less friendly. “ what are we looking for then ? don’t tell me we’re going for a buck. ” that is most definitely what they’re hunting, fresh deer meet & a head displayed on the mantlepiece, morbidly resourceful if anything.

꩜ AH YES, MICHEAL. the supposed heartthrob of the group, if he were to box everyone into archetypes, which is something nathan never ever does. that’s what he’s heard anyway — he’s ever popular & ever so suave. azure eyes scan him with a glazed stare, not judging, trying more so to observe - & he could see it. the sheer casualness of his tone had nathan at immediate ease, a charm that comes so naturally has him loosen his jaw of tight verbal restraint, tense frame following suit, even with his machismo, “ …ah, so i finally get to meet micheal. the man, the myth, the legend, huh ? the big man on campus ? ”

a soft chuckle ; admittedly, he didn’t expect to get along with any of them ( call it his mind built on a foundation of pure pessimism, call it the lingering effects of blackwell ‘friendships’ ) but he seemed to click with them all in unique ways. mike seems like the type he could definitely throw a party with & not regret the consuming pile of trash & indefinite mess of spills, smells, passed out faces lain sprawled on expensive carpets, a rare commodity, “ hunting ? ” glazed over stare is flashed awake with a shock of awareness, calm disposition backfiring to a stab of unwanted memories developed onto his eyelids, searing pressure splitting his temples. that went left field. adam’s apple bobs as he swallows back some stagnant saliva, it’s been a while since he’s held a gun, even longer since he’s seen a forest fire… “ uh, i haven’t, actually. my dad, ha—is more— uh, the type to spend all day checking finances. ” shit. why did i bring up my fucking dad ?

#REPLY ꩜ ‘ WHO ARE YOU? #V1 ꩜ ‘ UD. #nathan man. it’s ok #i understand the unwavering guilt u feel but it’s chill #ableism tw #kinda? towards himself at least

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“ you know you don't gotta pretend. ” / JESS @avemaria

꩜ A NARROW BLUE STARE, the sea at the break of dawn, reflecting all & retaining nothing but a temporary hue ; a shot is downed as jess speaks, the liquor hitting the back of his throat with a timely hiss. isn’t pretending only natural ? he’s a chameleon in his own right, one that blends forever & yet never really gets the color just right — now he assumes it’s obvious that his image is somehow tainted with the spillage of one drink too many, “ pretend ? —heh. what d’ya mean ? ” realistically, the amount of things this could relate to could be far more than what she even knows, but - even in a tipsy stupor, he needs a little more clarification, “ it’s called acting. i did drama in school, y’know. bet you couldn’t tell. ” a blind elderly nun could sense the reeking stench of a rejected theatre kid. maybe… that’s what she’s getting at.

“ look, if this is about like— i don’t know. when i somehow was the resident rich kid of blackwell high & didn’t score any chicks… ” he shrugs—simply, as if this knowledge wasn’t a bomb seconds away from leaving shrapnel shells strewn across the entire post-party mess, alongside a gutted nathan limp & comatose over a toilet-bowl, “ i just wasn’t their thing, you know. & they sure as hell weren’t mine. ” …not admitting that he was much more interested in the football team, despite their obvious hatred of him & how distinctly bulliable he was — ostracisation was second nature. perhaps that was telling, that truly he was accustomed to not liking anyone except the guys people he couldn’t have. “ whatever … so, how’s your love life ? ” flawless save.

#COMING RIGHT OUT THE GATE WITH A GAY NATHAN CONVO WERE SO BACK!!!!! #i was gonna go darker but we have. plenty of time to do that w nathan he’s not going anywhere #STARTER. #V1 ꩜ ‘ UD. #avemaria

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set the scene setting prompts (but a little more specific) from yours truly.

001, a convenience store past midnight.

002, a hospital waiting room at 3 in the morning.

003, a photoshoot outdoors in the middle of winter.

004, an indoor filming set of a detective's office.

005, a new house/apartment filled with unopened cardboard boxes.

006, a swing set in an empty playground at night.

007, on stage in an empty theatre.

008, inside an old abandoned house.

009, an empty cemetery at night.

010, the arrival hall at an airport.

011, the last train compartment that's not full.

012, the roulette table in a casino.

013, on the deck of a cruise ship.

014, a kitchen during a black out, surrounded by candles.

015, a treehouse in the middle of the woods.

016, on the dance floor during a wedding.

017, behind the chapel before the wedding ceremony starts.

018, backstage during the middle of a concert.

019, a crowded club during a bachelorette party.

020, standing in front of a painting at a museum.

021, a small, intimate family barbecue.

022, a gazebo while it's raining.

023, the back of an empty bus.

024, a hotel room with only one bed.

025, an empty balcony while a party goes on inside.

026, a bar just after closing.

027, an empty sports stadium.

028, lakeside while the sun is setting.

030, an empty stretch of road beside a broken down car.

031, in front of a suspicious pool of blood in an empty parking lot.

032, in the crowd of spectators during an underground fight.

033, a plane during a bout of turbulence.

034, on kiss cam at a sports game.

035, at a table during a charity gala.

036, a masquerade ball.

037, a halloween party in a suburban house.

038, the beach in the late afternoon.

039, a dressing room after a big performance.

040, exploring the depths of a mysterious cave.

#ooooooo #MORE ASKS MORE ASKS

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i will be writing tonight. whilst you all wait: nathan judas cover

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