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kingbxsil:

Bazz had a weird addiction: LIMINAL SPACES. He barely spent any time at home, so he enjoyed exploring the small town he was trapped lived in. His favorite places so far were the rusty arcade, the old bowling alley, the west side of the park during the twilight, and the abandoned gas station at the outskirts.

Currently, he was in the last one, sitting on the dirty steps that led to the mart with broken windows and some canned food on the dark aisles. He didn’t smoke, but he was playing with a lighter, turning it on and off repeatedly as his mind sometimes thought about the possible dangers of playing with fire in a place full of gasoline. Small smiles would usually show up on his face. He wasn’t an arsonist, nor he wanted to become one, but he understood a bit the psyche of those who actually were.     POWER.     Everybody likes to have power and control.

                                                                                                        BASIL INCLUDED.

After the announcement of earth’s impending doom, Seraphina decided to withdraw into her healthiest coping mechanism - art. Packing up a canvas, some brushes, and paint, Seraphina packed up her little lemon of a car and drove to the outskirts of Hawley, eagerly searching for some inspiration.

Spotting a little abandoned gas station, she pulled over and grabbed her tote packed with her art supplies. Setting up her easel, Seraphina began preparing her paints when she saw some movement in the long-empty building. Taking a breath, she slowly approached the building and inched open the door. “Hello?” she called in, somewhat expecting a specter to come forward.

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chviitea:

❛ ┆ —— ᴛʜɪᴄᴋ ʙʀᴏᴡs ғᴜʀʀᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅs and he had to disagree.      ‘      we’re all as good as dead. what’s SURVIVING in a desecrated part of the world? life as we know it is going to completely change, so i for one, would rather die. what’s the point in living if it’s only for survival? is that even living at all. you can’t enjoy it.      ’      he’d rather go out fucking someone he found attractive than waking up in a bunker and emerging to see everything he loved gone.

Seraphina relaxed against the back of the booth, picking up a half of a burger and taking a rather large bite from it, eyes not leaving Chai’s. “So if you don’t die, you’ll kill yourself? Or, rather, you’ll kill yourself by not going into any sort of shelter?” She had a rather uninterested tone. She was in no place to judge, after all. She had considered doing the same. Curiosity simply overcame her. The man across from her spoke as though he had no choice. “Sounds like a hell of an adventure to me.”

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chviitea:

❛ ┆ —— ʜᴇ'ᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɪʀ ʀᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, their stomping grounds never leading them to one another.      ‘      ah, well it’s nice to have that with you. a family.      ’      a bitterness edged its unwelcome self into his tone, but chai quickly pushed down any thoughts of his family and how they were dealing with the imminent end of the world.      ‘      is it really worth it if we’re all going to be dead soon? just, do what you what and go out with a bang, right?      ’

“Some family. My parents are still back in France,” Seraphina remembered, a sad tone threatening to taint her voice. There was yet another regret - Seraphina had put her selfish desires and her reputation first and now, she would never see her parents again because of it and some blasted hunk of space rock. “To an extent, I think you’re right. I think people should do what makes them happy. But, who’s to say we’ll all be dead? Maybe it’ll only impact certain parts of the globe. If I die, I still want to be myself. Maybe I’m just too simple,” she shrugged, chewing on some fries. “I don’t really have any hidden desires or impulses to act on.”

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Truth be told I’ve been here, I’ve done this all before I take your gloom I curl it up and puff it into plumes…

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chviitea:

❛ ┆ —— ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪɴᴄʀᴇᴅɪʙʟʏ sᴀᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ maybe he read to far into the downward curve of her lips that could have been natural.      ‘      is there anything you like in hawley then adversely to france?      ’      from the fact she found it an APPROPRIATE place to move to the fact that she could do without her home, but very specifically state what she liked about it, piqued his interest. reaching towards the shared tray once more, he took a handful of fries or himself and watched her curiously.

Sera’s gaze shifted from the tray of food to her newfound companion. Finding him scrutinizing her intently, her lips pursed as she blinked. She never did do well with attention, never saw why anyone would give her a second thought. “Well, my cousins moved here a while back. Xander and Mickey. We grew up together and they’re my best friends.” Sera sat for a moment, trying to think more items to add to her list of reasons to enjoy Hawley. “Erm....I suppose I like the idea of having a blank slate, you know? I can be whoever I want here.”

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chviitea:

❛ ┆ —— ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴘʀɪᴀᴛᴇ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴄᴀʀᴇғᴜʟ ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴏᴏsᴇ. concentrated enough that it gave insight that she had more reasoning, but vague enough that the context could be applied to anything.       ‘      ah, france. never been. now i’ll never get to go, but i’ve heard it’s beautiful. do you miss it?      ’

“Mmmm,” Seraphina hummed at Chai’s question. It was more loaded than the man could ever know. France held everything that had ruined Seraphina: her ex-husband, the women he slept with, the people who bombarded her with pity and secret judgement. However, on the other hand, it was her home. “I miss the art and the architecture. I miss the food and the wine...I miss my parents. But France, I can do without.”

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r-euben:

silence. or, at least, in reuben’s head.it’d only been an hour since he last walked past this electronics store, butinstead of the televisions in the window advertising the latest movies, it wasnow blue – bright blue, with the words on it that everyone were quietlydreading to eventually see:

ASTEROID THREAT INBOUND TO PENNSYLVANIA.

reuben’s expression said everything: stone,yet still some kind of hint of being absolutely petrified. his ears rang; thekind of sound you experience after you’ve been punched, and there’s a piercingline of white noise as everything dulls down and dwindles into muffles aroundyou. people were panicked, you could tell, but yet they walked passed reubenwhile he stared, and stared… was he even blinking? he couldn’t quite believe it,as nonchalant as he’d been in the past about “dying”, the fact that deathitself was on his way… he couldn’t believe it.

Seraphina leaned against the wall of her favorite diner, her calf-length coat pulled tight around her as she smoked her cigarette leisurely. People were losing it. Some were sobbing, others running around, some pushing and shoving others of their way, and others still were even screaming. It was mayhem. Though it was something of a shocking scene, Seraphina was more surprised by the man standing a few feet from her. 

Carrying on with her cigarette, Sera approached the man carefully, not getting too close, lest he strike out. That was the thing about shock - it affected everyone differently. “Monsieur?” she spoke carefully, as though trying to wake someone from a dream, “Are you alright?”

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Seraphina Gaumond Aesthetic 1/??

“art is a means of survival”

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Frank Ocean || Lost

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rislnu:

rishu: found a shortcut rishu: honestly getting wasted is fun anywhere and everywhere rishu: YES, is it packed I can be there in 20

seraphina: looks long to me seraphina: eh, agree to disagree seraphina: no, it’s surprisingly dead

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…and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?

Vincent van Gogh (via wnq-art)

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chviitea:

❛ ┆ ——‘ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ ᴄʜᴀɪ.      ’      something about the formal title made him feel even older than he all ready was.     ‘      ah, yeah that’s about it up there. cold winters, hot summers, lots of lobster. though, i just described all of new england. it’s got some nice scenery though. i’d tell you to make it up there if you have time, but uhm, tight schedule. i’m assuming, though, you’re not home right now. are you?      ’  

“Chai...” She seemed to turn the name over in her mouth as though giving it a great deal of though before ultimately shrugging. “If you insist.” Though she was something of a recluse, Seraphina always enjoyed listening to people talk about things they were passionate about: friends, family, home, hobbies, careers. Finally, she offered the man across the table from her a small smile at his subtle hint at humanity’s impending doom. What a damper it put on things. “No, I moved to the States a couple years ago from a little town in France. My cousins had moved here a long time ago and...I thought it an appropriate time to follow.”

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rislnu:

rishu: meanwhile i’m here stuck in traffic rishu: being drunk is fun rishu: where r u? i need alcohol

seraphina: omg why is it so bad?! seraphina: it’s more fun at home tbh seraphina: that little dive bar off main street. u know it?

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