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[heatherbecker]

❛ you just came from a funeral? ❜ — Jason

heather smiles, something that most peple would consider sinister. her eyes are bright, blinks slow before facing him. jason carver. the type of person heather tended to despise. especially because they tended to be such a bore to be around, but the only reason she ever dignified the type with a response was in fact how much fun it was to get a rise out of them. "-no." she starts promptly.

"but you never know when someone's gonna drop dead." it's a statement. there isn't a lie hidden, she dresses like this because she likes it. makes the itching underneath her skin so much more bearable. but he didn't know that. "-could very much be doing a special guest attendance at yours. you really never know." she keeps the smile, turning into something sweet. rotten. oh it's her lucky day.

@trckstaer

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[heatherbecker]

“  you’re a work of art.  ” from chelsea B)

heather can see right through people. or non humans for that matter. she knows what this is, but she has little regards for her own physical safety, besides, she tends to be just that good. she supposes it isn't common to find someone like her, a willing victim. and it's not like there isn't something here for her. the compliment gets to her. she is after wearing a dress chelsea ended up buying for her. it's healthy to want to be complimented, to be admired (what's not is healthy is letting herself be used for what's basically food, but that's only the details, heather can cope).

she twists her hips just a little, bites her bottom lip. feels a faint blush, barely visible through pale make up. she grins then. "i feel like one." maybe it's the being observed like one, the provocation of feelings, sentiments, it gets so poetic in her head. and heather enjoys it. tries not to seem too eager but she is. she offers her hand then, to be pulled closer, to pull chelsea closer she doesn't entirely know. she's just content to roll with it.

@immobiliter

#/ * tagged — 💀 ( she’s a carnival ) ic . #/ * tagged — 💀 askbox *answered . #(NORMAL THINGS HAPPENING HERE ! ) #immobiliter #immobiliter / chelsea.

[heatherbecker]

❝  i don’t sleep a lot either these days.  we can be insomniacs together.  ❞ — from brian

heather’s eyes move from staring out the diner window back to brian. she doesn’t know what he is getting at, what the end game of this is. but she looks, it’s almost poetic, but it’s mainly the feeling that something is building between them. or maybe she’s running on low energy and romantizing everything that is happening at four am. regardless of that, she grins. “hmm.” it’s a thoughtful sound. her coffee is definitely cold by now but her hands still is holding the cup. takes a sip before setting down her legs down from the booth. leans closer on the table between the two of them. “-i think that is the first not absolutely abhorrent thing you’ve said in a while to me, congrats.” she tilts her head. 

“-if we were to be insomniacs together and i say yes, we should make a like a list. things to do at stupid hours of the night. together of course. running on no sleep.” surely nothing bad would come out of it. this town is by all means boring. it is up to them, creatures of the night to come up with things to do. heather already has her imagination running wild. 

@musecraft

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[heatherbecker]

she   doesn’t   know   at   what   point   it   happened.   but   she   got   swept   in   all   of   this,   she   could’ve   gone   a   day   without   some   stupid   movie,   she   could’ve   stopped   going   to   family   video   the   moment   she   figured   out   steve   was   there.   but   she   didn’t.   and   now   she’s   knee   deep   in   some   shit.   the   vibes   of   this   hell   hole   are   fucked   up.   her   nose   is   constantly   bleeding   everynow   and   then,   and   robin   freaking   out   and   everyone   freaking   out   is   a   disservice,   not   mentioning   how   she   somehow   feels   connected   to   all   of   this   in   some   way.   in   a   dream,   in   a   nightmare   so   long   ago.   and   she’s   freaked   out.   it’s   even   weirder   now   because   she’s   involved   with   so   many   more   people.   and   they’re   so   unbelievably   thick   and   intense   at   the   same   it.   it’s   only   now   that   robin   ran   off,   freaked   out   and   nancy   followed   her.   leaving   the   both   of   them   behind   that   she   feels   she   can   breathe.   just   a   little.   it’s   scary,   all   of   this,   and   it’s   scarier   how   normal   the   group   treat   this.   and   now   they’re   here.   the   inevitable.   the   unavoidable,   for   when   there’s   dark   there’s   a   light.   and   @harringtontm​   is   holding   it.   just   her   luck.  

she   tries   to   roll   with   the   punches.   with   the   drumming   in   her   head.   with   the   worry   over   everyone   else.   but   she   walks,   steve   seemingly   taller,   since   she   ditched   the   boots.   practicality   or   something.   hands   slid   into   the   pockets   of   her   hoodie.   “-you   know   when   i   said   i   wanted   to   get   in   touch   with   the   darker   forces   of   the   universe,   this   isn’t   exactly   how   i   pictured   it   to   be.”   she   mentions   off-handedly,   because   they   talk   now.   they’re   on   talking   terms.   and   it’s   hard   to   ignore   the   strings   tugging   in   her   chest.   even   harder   to   ignore   them   when   she   can   feel   what   steve   is   feeling.   this   nervousness,   like   he   cares.   like   he   likes   her.   like   he   wants   to   say   the   right   things,   concerned   even.   so   different   from   that   boy   from   so   long   ago,   like   someone   else   dug   deep   inside   of   him   and   pulled   out   exactly   what   heather   had   seen   and   felt   a   long   time   ago,   she’s   never   wrong.   and   when   she   considered   steve   harrington   the   only   mistake   the   only   letter   she   read   where   she   had   missed   the   fine   print   well,   she’s   never   wrong.   bright   blue   eyes   turn   to   him.   looks   at   him,   hopeful.   and   there   is   still   this   terrible   possibility,   that   it   is   once   more   not   her.   that   it   is   nancy   wheeler   again.   and   isn’t   it   dreadful?   she   pushes   the   thought   aside.   “-for   once   i   was   expecting   some   terrifying   but   hot   demon   to   be   involved,   and   you   weren’t   exactly   in   the   picture,   harrington.   but,   circumstances   and   rude   wake  up  calls   a   side,   at   least   the   end   of   the   world   has   got   us   talking   again.   on   topics   other   than   movies   that   you   haven’t   watched.”  

#/ * tagged — 💀 ( she’s a carnival ) ic . #/ * tagged — 💀 closed . #harringtontm #( oof this is a long one ) #( but this is them walking in the woods before the fight ) #( im exploding and so on and so forth )

[heatherbecker]

“did you do something different with your hair?” from aimee!

heather  stares  for  a  moment.  it’s  said  with  such  genuine  feeling.  again  here  is  she,  being  a  leech.  the  feelings  of  others  can  be  so  sweet,  especially  from  someone  this  cheery.  but  it  catches  her  off  guard.  the  niceties  of  society  so  far  removed  from  her.  what  it  feels  like  she  often  finds  herself  confused,  unable  to  separate  what  others  feel  to  what  she  does.  

yet  the  question  lands  and  heather  grins.  smile  adorn  by  inky  black  lipstick.  “-yeah,  i  dyed  the  tips  black...”  it’s  up  in  a  bun,  spiky  ones,  and  she  tilts  her  head.  would  be  mocking  if  directed  at  anyone  else.  “-why?  how  does  it  look?”  

@immobiliter​

#(ok this is wholesome) #(even if heather is strange and off putting) #/ * tagged — 💀 ( she’s a carnival ) ic . #/ * tagged — 💀 askbox *answered .

[heatherbecker]

the   woods   bring   her   surprises   from   far   away.   they   are   a   fickle   little   thing,   heather   isn’t   entirely   sure   if   she   has   truly   formed   a   friendship   with   the   thing.   even   after   all   of   these   years.   of   protection,   of   hiding,   of   caring.   it’s   why   when   they   dropped   a   boy,   well,   a   man.   a   very   handsome   man,   hurt   with   an   altered   horse   right   in   her   path,   heather   rightly   assumed   it   was   some   sort   of   calling.   heather   is   very   weary   of   strays.   particularly   men.   with   shiny   armour.   but   this   one   had   gotten   hurt.   and   he   looked.   pretty.   almost.   she   didn’t   trust   the   whole   thing   entirely,   but   she   could   tell   that   the   man   was   out   cold,   and   that   he   was   bleeding.   arm   hurt   and   all.   she   took   him   back   to   her   cottage,   deep   within   the   folliage   of   the   trees.   protected.   hidden.   cared   for.  

she   had   a   spare   room,   with   a   spare   bed.   sometimes   treating   people   or   animals,   or   things   required   a   small   stay.   not   something   she   did   often.   she   set   him   up   on   the   bed,   had   bandaged   where   he   needed   to   be   bandaged.   the   spare   room   also   was   where   she   mixed   different   potions,   and   treatments.   with   herbs   and   things   from   the   ground.   it   smell   strongly,   she   swirled   about   the   room.   long   flowy   dress   followed   soon.   big   bright   eyes   staring   at   the   little   mixture   of   things.   before   she   heard   some   stirring.   “-oh,   you’re   awake.”   she   states.   simply,   head   tilts   before   she   rushes   over   to   him.   “do   not   move,   you’re   hurt.   if   you   move   too   fast,   you’re   going   to   make   it   worse.”   her   voice   is   stern,   melodic.   she   holds   out   the   tiny   lil   glass   flask,   between   bandaged   fingers.   “-made   you   this,   drink   up.”   she   instructs   simply,   waiting   for   him   to   get   closer   so   the   man   could   take   it.  

@harringtontm​​

#/ * tagged — 💀 ( she’s a carnival ) ic . #/ * tagged — 💀 closed . #fantasy verse. #harringtontm #( hi ) #(hi hi hi have this )

[heatherbecker]

CONT.  @munsontm​​

heather   wouldn’t   have   said   anything   if   the   vibes   coming   from   this   guy   weren’t   overwhelmingly   annoying.   if   someone   is   having   a   bad   time   around   her   she   would   know.   and   if   she   hadn’t   say   anything   well,   it   would’ve   bothered   her   even   more.   she’s   leaning   against   some   random   car.   she   doesn’t   even   own   a   car.   she   chuckles   then,   finding   the   whole   thing   amusing.   her   head   tilts.   to   be   honest   besides   looking   weird   she   doesn’t   stare   at   strangers   that   often.   (when   she   is   this   close   to   them)   she   lifts   herself   up   from   leaning   against   the   car,   the   sound   of   belt   and   chain   jingle   follow   her   as   she   looks   around.   hands   still   on   her   pocket.  

it   being   almost   dark   and   a   parking   lot.   well   it   certainly   would   complicate   things.   “-no.”   she   responds   almost   dryly,   before   looking   around   the   concrete.   “   i   can   help   you   look   for   them,   and   if   you   can’t   find   them,   well,   we   could   still   try   hotwiring   your   ride.”   it’s   just   one   of   those   things.   the   type   of   things   she   would   know   how   to   do.   the   guy   doesn’t   even   need   to   bat   his   eyes   again.   she’s   entertained   with   this   for   now.   “now,   which   way   did   you   come   from?”   retracing   your   steps,   always   a   good   way   to   start.  

#/ * tagged — 💀 ( she’s a carnival ) ic . #/ * tagged — 💀 replies . #(ok insane girl moment) #(have this!)

[heatherbecker]

❛Oh, here we go! Enthrall me with your self knowledge and awareness!❜ — brian lmao

“i   think   i’ve   decided   that   you   don’t   get   my   all   powerful   self-knowledge.”   she   states,   her   hands   in   her   pocket,   shrugs   the   words   off.   brian   is   not   a   simple   individual.   underneath   the   surface   there   is   so   much.   there   is   a   lot   heather   knows.   she   feels.   reflecting   back   from   him   to   her.   like   a   mirror.   she   doesn’t   take   it   personally,   she   finds   it   intriguing.   a   fun   little   game,   being   close   to   him   and   picking   him   apart.   him   unaware   of   such   a   thing.   “-you   can   be   sarcastic   all   you   want,   but   my   gloomy   and   depressed   persona   will   not   be   broken   nor   shaken  ...   i’ve   endured   worse   than   you,   brian   walker.   i’ll   survive.”  

@musecraft​     / ASKED.

#/ * tagged — 💀 ( she’s a carnival ) ic . #/ * tagged — 💀 askbox *answered . #musecraft #(undeserved to be fair)

[heatherbecker]

“give   me   your   hand.”   she’s   gonna   make   a   whole   show   out   of   this.   she   isn’t   psychic,   not   entirely.   but   she   likes   making   fun   of   people   and   playing   along   until   they   realize   that   this   shit   is   just   not   what   people   expect   from   her   when   she   says   she’s   an   empath.  heather   holds   out   her   hand.   waits   for   the   other   to   just   hand   it   over.   

#/ * tagged — 💀 ( she’s a carnival ) ic . #/ * tagged — 💀 open . #( um have this )

[heatherbecker]

❛ you're not by yourself, alright? i'm right here with you. ❜ — from gio

it hadn't been long since heather's life decided to completely implode on itself. but it had gotten, bad, worse. things felt personal now. heather prides herself in being a tough cookie to crack, and she is. genuinely does things not slide underneath her skin often. to feel the unwavering disappointed of your parents, the wave of disgust from your sister, the sting of betrayal wears you down, makes you tough. she just does not appreciate the fact that other boys in these halls have taken upon themselves to say and do things that don't feel like empty threats. or based on just the first impression she gives. things based on rumors, on. on the fact that heather had spent the past months sleeping around with steve harrington out of all fucking people. a hell of her own creation.

and she hated asking for help. but as she's taking what she needs from her locker. (a locker that had been recently tagged with words that she had to cover up with something else until the school decided to fix this.) heather feels the anxiety of wanting to crumble, feels unsteady. before gio speaks, and she shuts the locker. looks up at him. she can sense the concern, the protectiveness in him. something else there, something she is ignoring because she could possibly think about in the moment. she just wants to go home. and gio's a good friend, he wants to help. even if she doesn't want him to. it would be nice. to be able to walk without getting harrased in this manner. in ways she can't cope with right now. "-thank you." it's soft. putting the bag over her shoulder. "-seriously, thank you. if i could do this on my own i would, i promise. whenever i get better about it you won't have to wait for me to bail out, i'm sure you got your own shit to deal with." she talks, trying to fill the space between them. apologetic almost.

@musecraft

#/ * tagged — 💀 ( she’s a carnival ) ic . #/ * tagged — 💀 askbox *answered . #( oh i am abnormal about them btw ) #( in that one insanely slow burn verse for them hehehe )

[heatherbecker]

❛ i haven't eaten yet. ❜ vampire steve & witch heather

heather can feel the way steve says this. oh oh sweet girl of the darkness how do you get yourself in these situations. she isn't afraid. heather is rarely afraid. it's playful almost. and it would be an understatement to think that she hasn't been thinking about this, about teeth piercing skin for the longest time. she smirks, slowly turning around from what was busying her hands. slowly walks towards steve, head tilted up. fake pouts. to be a little condenscending because she can't possibly let steve know how much she really wants this, how much she's into this, into him. she puts her arms over his shoulder. like it's a normal thing to do, letting in a legitimate monster into her home. letting him take her blood, like she doesn't need it. but oh does it. "oh so you're hungry." she doesn't ask, she states like it's a fact. pulls him closer, hand on his face. "-we can't have that." thumb rubs his cheek, smiles, bites her lip. black lipstick be damned. "-guess i can let you have a bite. early." heather says it like she's doing him a favor. and she's not really. if she's doing anyone a favor it's herself. as piercing icy eyes look up at him. it's weird. having this feeling like he was made for her. something so innately fucked up in him needing blood to keep living. and she gives, she gives so willingly.

@harringtontm

#/ * tagged — 💀 ( she’s a carnival ) ic . #/ * tagged — 💀 askbox *answered . #( oh i am so NORMAL about this ) #( happy EARLY halloween every PONY ! ) #harringtontm

[heatherbecker]

“why won’t you tell me what happened?”

the conflicted look upon her face is a rare one for heather. she doesn't know shame, she doesn't know limits. and if she knows them she rejoices in pushing them, constantly. it's an eternal fight. nothing about her is an act, she is as you see her. but she cannot look at xavier in the eyes, she feels the compassion. the curiosity. the confusion. it's so unlike her. and she always loses when she's honest. so. honest she will be.

"-because i'm embarrased okay? i got myself in this mess and i do not have a clue as to how i'm going to get out. it's been killing me slowly. i don't even know how to say it." but, and it's a big but. she trusts him. he has shown there is nothing there to not trust. but feeling, the intuition. knowing it. it's so different from actually doing it. "-i don't know what's wrong with me. i usually do not. care. i'm an open book. you've read it before. i don't know. i just." she pleads at him with her eyes. it's like she's speaking in tongues or something.

@dreameasel

#/ * tagged — 💀 ( she’s a carnival ) ic . #/ * tagged — 💀 askbox *answered . #( what if it's boy problems akjsdhkfjhsdf ) #( or something bad and worse idk we can chit chat about it ) #dreameasel

[heatherbecker]

“I’m not saying I don’t believe you, I’m just saying I don’t see anything.”

heather rolls her eyes. evidently so, steve was very far removed from being exposed or even open to things beyond the veil. which isn't necessarily his fault, it takes a bit of fine tuning to get to this point for heather, even with her advance senses. she holds his hands in hers.

"-that's because you don't see things. you feel things. maybe you even hear them, but the whole point is that they are invisible to our eyes, normally, come on. get with the program." someone would argue that this is all a ruse to hold hands, and they wouldn't be entirely wrong. but she's having fun, and steve is along for the ride.

@harringtontm

#/ * tagged — 💀 ( she’s a carnival ) ic . #/ * tagged — 💀 askbox *answered . #( she is performing some type of psychological torture to him trying to contact spirits ) #( just girly things )

[heatherbecker]

“That’s right. Listen to me and pretend to have an idea of what I’m talking about. I get that a lot.” - axel the ghost seeing boy (for shits and giggles)

heather   rolls   her   eyes   at   that,   this,   this   is   what   she   gets   by   trying   to   be   approachable   or   whatever   people   bother   her   to   be.   she   let’s   the   cigarette   burn   between   her   fingers.   blows   the   smoke,   and   it   curls   far,   far   away   from   her.   “-listen,   people,   other   people   may   pretend   around   you,   their   last   resort,   however   you   may   have   encounter   a   whole   other   type   of   beast   this   time   around.”   she   smiles,   slyly,   sarcastic   but   truth   bearing   all   the   same.   

“-i   happen   to   know   exactly   what   you’re   talking   about.   just.   you   know   not   with   dead   people,   with   the   living.   i   can   see   them.   in   ways   other   people   cannot.   how   about   that?”   she   nods,   pointedly,   presenting   herself   as   fact.   the   real   deal.  

@shadowcovcn​ 

#/ * tagged — 💀 ( she’s a carnival ) ic . #/ * tagged — 💀 askbox *answered . #/ * tagged — 💀 VERSE. 001 ( main) #( oh this is will be fun ) #shadowcovcn

[heatherbecker]

“you really get it.” — sarah

heather   let’s   a   moment   of   silence   pass.   the   comment   makes   her   half   smile.   framed   by   black   lipstick.   blue   eyes   stare   right   back,   she   sinks   further   into   the   booth   of   the   diner.   something   casual.   still   she   wasn’t   lying.   sarah   and   her   felt   like   two   drops   of   water,   drying   out   by   the   sun.   she   felt   a   connection.   an   understanding.   and   isn’t   that   funny?   she   didn’t   need   to   here   it.   she   was   glad   the   whole   thing   clicked   in   sarah’s   head   to.   in   sync.   or   whatever.  

“well,   i’m   here   aren’t   i?”   she   isn’t   of   much   help.   but   sarah   is   at   least   not   lonely   anymore.   this   town   had   a   disease,   a   sickness,   the   way   it   clawed   it’s   way   out   of   the   filth   of   the   earth   and   choked   and   destroyed   anything   seemingly   different   or   unique.   crushed   it   into   a   million   of   pieces,   turned   it   dust   as   it   flew   far   away.   it   was   only   a   matter   of   time,   a   ticking   bomb.   underneath   both   of   them.   but   it   didn’t   matter   now.   heather   reassured   herself.   she   was   here   now.   and   whatever   was   out   there   to   get   them,   well   now   it   had   to   deal   with   two   of   them.  

@musecraft​

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[heatherbecker]

❛ you’re very kind. some day it’ll get you killed. ❜  — nymeria

heather   smiles   then,   crafty   hands   keeps   adding   to   the   herbs   she   has   in   the   table.   she   had   once   again   extended   her   help   towards   someone   who   had   seem   to   need   it.   someone   the   forest   brought   to   her   door   and   she   welcomed   with   open   arms.   this   time   it   was   nym.   she   was   glad   it   was   her.   it   was   always   nice   to   see   her.   she   moves   the   herbs   from   the   table   to   the   lil   pot   she   had   set   already.   “thank   you.”   she   says,   takes   it   as   a   compliment.   bright   blue   eyes   shift.   moves   her   gaze   from   her   work   back   to   the   woman   across   the   room.   something   shy.   something   proud.   “-you’re   here   for   now.   that’ll   certainly   put   off   my   death   for   some   time,   at   least   until   you   have   to   leave   again.”   it’s   something   casual,   soft,   tilts   her   head   about   it   before   she   sets   what   she   is   working   on   down.   cleans   her   hands   on   her   dress   “-besides,   you   know   me,   i   don’t   think   i   could   stop   being   kind   and   helping   even   if   i   tried.”  

@musecraft​

#/ * tagged — 💀 ( she’s a carnival ) ic . #/ * tagged — 💀 askbox *answered . #/ * tagged — 💀 VERSE. 002 ( fantasy ) #musecraft #(im a little insane about them maybe i think ) #( FINALLY SOMETHING SHORT )