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Merciful god, you have sent me an apostle. Guard your life, son, you have a calling.

#we moved bc tumblr is being a shit so throwing this out once again. #[ † ] ;; LET'S SPREAD THIS BITCH. (self promo.)

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Merciful god, you have sent me an apostle. Guard your life, son, you have a calling.

#tumblr locked me out of this account right here so i remade over there #and now its allowing me back in here but I already MOVED ON #and i like the new url better #S O O O for anyone that hasnt yet caught on !!! I'm writing the same idiot over there now #bc tumblr wanted to not let me into my blog until it did #[ † ] ;; LET'S SPREAD THIS BITCH. (self promo.)

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hey @upshuring

#i'm just gonna - thank u #REGARDLESS - #[ † ] ;; OFFSCREEN. (ooc.)

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i also love whenever anyone is like ‘my muse is baby and we need to protect them’ when i’m here like damn its been way too long since anyone fucking murdered this boy in a thread 

#surprisingly it only happened... twice? #and once he's been driven entirely insane #as you do. #[ † ] ;; OFFSCREEN. (ooc.) #tbd

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me @ miles: will you stop being difficult towards 95% of people you meet and finally get friends 

#i'm sorry he's usually insufferable and a smartass. #i'm not actually. i like that he clashes more with people than many others. #but i also want him to be loved and thats not going to happen if he keeps being a piece of shit most of the time. #[ † ] ;; OFFSCREEN. (ooc.)

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finaelfright​:

   @upshuring / continued !

  ❝ riggggght, ❞  she drawls, with features twisted in an unimpressed fashion to match her tone. hands pantomime expertly as the redhead speaks, even as one of them grip firmly onto the neck of a freshly-opened beer bottle, but still careful to not bump the stranger. 

  ❝ look, i got a buddy who recently divorced a clone of his mom, learned he might not be straight, & got impaled by some crazy fuck-wad in a clown get-up because he’s scared of germs. ❞

     While words practically spill from ruby-painted lips, Beverly nods over with her chin to a too-cleanly shaven man in carefully-pressed khakis & a brightly-colored Hawaiian shirt ; in a less than hygienic bar, her companion did more than stick out like a sore thumb :  he stuck out like a body breaking out in the world’s worst goddamn rash, & he seemed less than pleased about being dragged here too.

  ❝ he’s the one in the too-tight khakis ; he’s cute once you get past his career choice & the germaphobia, funny enough. ❞

     Eyes follow her movement, and to say he's amused would be the understatement of the century. It's been — definitely a while since he's been hit on for other people, and he's not sure it ever happened so bluntly. Which he can absolutely appreciate and actually enjoys, there's just something profoundly funny about this whole encounter despite the fact it lasted less than two minutes.

                 "Really? That's th' first thing I say t' you and you decide t' still chat me up on your traumatized-not-yet-fully-out friend? You're either an amazin' friend, or a horrible one."

     He's not moving just yet though; it would be rude (in a way, not that he usually cares) and there's something of a skittish animal that might run or freeze about the guy in question. Potentially just something that comes with an unfamiliar environment and just as likely to be proven wrong, but that doesn't mean he has to be his usual bold and tactless self just yet.

                 "Looks like you'd do him a bigger favor with lettin' him leave th' way he looks."

#finaelfright #miles: says something wild #bev: says something equally wild but entirely serious #miles: ok valid i can respect that #also i have no drawn fc so i hope you dont mind - #(or rather i had one forever ago but forgot what the source/character was & it doesnt fit much anyway) #sk/it verse tba #for someone whos written in sk fandom for thirteen years i sure have problems figuring out a proper verse jfc.

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“what’s your favorite book series” it’s complicated

#the thrilling direct sequel to zick's post just now #[ † ] ;; OFFSCREEN. (ooc.)

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i just realized i need a drawn fc but hunting for those is hard 

#i had one but #i a) forgot the source and character name bc i picked it for aesthetics alone and it was def something i wouldnt read normally #and b) dont like him anymore anyway #but i'm in my very specific small niche of comics after they hurt me too often + i havent read new manga in too long either. #so thats an issue for myles of another day. #tbd #[ † ] ;; OFFSCREEN. (ooc.)

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#[ † ] ;; FOLLOW THE BLOOD. (scenery.)

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That thing’s actually cutting me! ( hurt bela??? give me angst )

gotg | accepting

                 "Have you never been cut before? While you were alive? Stop moving!"

     This looks really bad. The swarm knits around her tightly, but with each movement she makes the wound in her side rips open further, and what leaks out of it is not necessarily blood. Infected. And despite the fact that They are so similar to her, that's exactly the issue right now why They aren't able to do anything about it; whatever it is that changed her is fighting Them as an intruder and don't let Them heal. Which is an unique problem They hadn't encountered so far; humans were easy to knit back together, but she should do so by herself already and doesn't let Them help. Maybe it's even getting worse; so They retreat from her wounds (but not the physical presence of Their host, his hands pressed down on it to keep it somewhat closed.

     It's new. They don't like it. They haven't encountered something They couldn't fix yet, and They discover They hate the feeling of helplessness that comes with it.

                 "You need to feed. Immediately."

#quietswarm #when ur vampire gf's body fights ur parasitic healing </3 #[ † ] ;; YOU HAVE [1] UNREAD EMAIL. (asks.)

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“AH”

pining (but the literal kind) | accepting // as a joke

     It's not every day you find yourself pinned back to a wall one moment to the other without an explanation given nor one that is easily to be determined. A quick assessment of the situation: no sudden weird danger like falling bricks or something similar. They hadn't gotten into any arguments as far as Miles can tell (and he'd like to think that he notices people being annoyed with him with how often it happens), and also not another way of being agitated, probably. Which leaves him at a confused loss and he's just about to say something of that sort when —

                 "Are you fuckin' laughin' at me right now?"

     Okay. Wow. Absolutely unbelievable. What the actual fuck.

                 "Get off me, you giant teddy bear."

     Not entirely unamused.

#themechaneer #i'm just gonna pretend there's been some interaction before and they know each other bc #this would be wild as a first introduction #[ † ] ;; YOU HAVE [1] UNREAD EMAIL. (asks.)

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@upshuring,   MILES.

It's  not  easy,  being  constantly  on  the  road  when  everyone  could  potentially  be  looking  for  them.  They  are  getting  creative;  he's  torn  down  various  posters  that  declare  her  as  missing  (always  with  different  names  and  phone  numbers)  down,  and  more  than  once  was  a  quick  break  interrupted  by  the  lingering  feel  of  someone  having  their  eyes  on  them  just  a  little  bit  too  long,  just  a  little  bit  too  intense.

But  they  make  do;  even  if  he  hates  that  she  doesn't  get  to  be  young  and  free.  He  hates  that  he  isn't  able  to  give  her  something  more  than  fleeting  moments  that  pass  too  quickly,  but  still  -  they  manage.  The  car  has  long  been  ditched  for  a  proper  built  out  van  (less  suspicious  than  a  camper  but  allowing  for  some  small  resemblance  of  a  living  space)  and  on  the  rare  occasions  it's  been  possible  he's  been  working  on  improving  it  for  whatever  square  inch  of  comfort  there's  still  to  gain.

And  some  nights  -  well,  some  nights  just  taking  the  blankets  up  on  the  roof  and  sitting  under  the  night  sky  is  alright,  too.

          starlit  skies  are  always  a  quiet  and  constant  comfort  despite  nothing  in  her  life  remaining  ‘normal’  for  very  long  as  of  late.   thousands  of  years  away,   the  lifespan  of  a  human  must  be  just  a  breath  to  the  ancient  stars;   she  wonders  about  how  long  they  have  shone  just  the  same,   since  the  dawn  of  time.   how  many  have  died  in  a  brilliant  splendor  too  far  away  for  their  eyes  to  register,   seeming  like  mere  blinking,   hesitant  lights  from  so  far  away?   it  was  a  pity  they  should  never  know.

          miles  seems  to  know  on  instinct  that  the  respite  of  shared  silence  brings  her  comfort;   just  as  well,   she  hopes  that  he  is  able  to  truly  breathe  in  the  night  air  just  as  she  does  with  the  comfort  of  his  presence  assuring  her  that  at  least  for  the  time  being,   all  is  well.   perhaps  she  has  become  attuned  with  her  companion,   but  the  pain  he  experiences  is  simple  to  discern  on  even  the  best  days   —   not  that  she  will  let  him  know  as  much.   though  alice  is  adverse  to  telling  lies,   she  thinks  she  can  slip  by  without  comment  in  good  conscience:   while  they  share  their  burdens  just  the  same,   she  believes  wholeheartedly  that  he  would  be  loathe  to  any  such  observation.

          while  he  has  taken  on  the  role  of  protector  to  his  wisp  of  a  charge  and  keeps  them  on  the  move,   alice  has  used  the  little  spare  time  she  is  afforded  otherwise,   collecting  odds  and  ends  that  make  their  lives  as  wanted  persons  a  little  simpler.   the  blankets  they  have  now  nested  in,   purchased  in  a  small  town  for  a  fractional  sum  after  she’d  thrown  out  the  rags  they’d  been  traveling  with  previously,  are  proof  of  that  forethought.   alice  draws  her  colorful  afghan  closer  around  thin  shoulders  to  shield  herself  from  the  chill  night  air;   it  lends  a  weight  which  makes  her  feel  quite  secure.   

          glancing  from  the  stars  to  the  former  reporter  with  the  same  sort  of  curiosity,   she  wonders  at  how  ordinary  he  seems  despite  knowing  the  assumption  is  far  from  the  truth;   how  the  very  night  seems  quite  peaceful  even  with  the  knowledge  that  tomorrow  would  be  a  rinse  and  repeat  of  challenges  old  and  expected,   unfamiliar  faces  commonplace  and  the  intent  to  do  harm  a  constant  danger.   briefly,   she  remembers  the  first  night  she  had  left  her  home,   how  strange  and  frightening  things  had  seemed  to  her  then…   it  was  grim  company  she  seemed  to  be  keeping  as  of  late.   miles  is  different  from  her  previous  host,   however,   and  not  just  having  all  his  skin  aside  from  that:   he  sees  her  as  living.   alive.   intuitively,   alice  knows  that  she  is  safe.

          the  exhaustion  is  plain  on  his  face,   in  the  brief  glimpse  she  catches  before  he  notices  the  shift  in  her  attention.   a  quiet  exhalation.   she  thinks  rest  isn’t  enough  for  either  of  them.   how  tiresome  it  all  was.

#i was going to turn this into a thread because he has things to say but lets be real: this would lead nowhere. #and to turn it into something forcing it to actually have a purpose other than existing for itself would defeat what it is: #a moment of peace and refugium. something safe for the both of them #a place to retreat. #and i'm sure we will have soft threads in the future because he wants to tell her: #you're family now. and i will always protect my family. #in so many ways. #but for now i should leave them to it & just let them have this moment. #[ † ] ;; BACKUP FILE. (saved.) #[ RE ] ;; AN UNMOVING FLAME AMID A STORM. (& alice.) #long post.

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Hc prompt;; If Miles had a way to go back in time and tell his younger self 1 thing what do you think it’d be? Or alternatively whats something he knows now that he wishes a younger him had known?

headcanons | always accepting

We'll ignore the obvious choice of "hey, don't go to that place, you'll meet a fate worse than death there". That would be a cheap and cheating answer.

Several things, some more trivial than others.

Listen to your bunica while she's still alive even if you don't believe her. You love her, but you never listen, and she knows of many things that seem like fairy tales to you, but might hold more truth than you think. She's wise; and you've always been her favorite for wanting to know everything. She's willing to pass onto you gifts that should be one of your sisters, but one isn't open to receiving it and one unable. Allow her to do so.

When your father starts to look tired and hides it beneath his soft kindness, insist he goes to the doctor. He will not accept the first time you suggest it, neither the second. Do not give up until they find the source of it within his blood, and maybe extend his life for a few more years. Even if not, know you didn't ignore the warning signs.

College doesn't suit you. You wear too much unrest within yourself; don't waste your time on it.

Talk to your mother. Explain; she will still have a difficult time with it, but she will try, eventually. Things will get better. Never like they were, but you'll make up just enough.

Allow more people into your heart. You have a rather wild and unconditional love to give to the few you consider friends or family, yet only extend it to few. Are you scared of being hurt? It's only human; and without it, you also don't allow others to love you. People aren't tools for you to use, and that cruel streak will not help you in life.

#themechaneer #idk why i slipped into my 'handbook for dealing with the eldritch' writing style there but #oh well #[ † ] ;; YOU HAVE [1] UNREAD EMAIL. (asks.)

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#not me considering to use my bonus to finally get a proper pc #and not just my laptop #so i can get back into pc gaming and play with friends #mhhhhhm.... ill check out some specs later #tbd #mobile ooc. #we all know this is bc of trials.

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if yall havent played outlast yet:

play outlast

if yall have played outlast:

make an outlast rp blog

#at this point we are literally a cult lmao #mobile ooc.

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Comic GotG (2008) Sentence Meme Part 2

That’s not even slightly possible.

I thought I was done with bugs.

You can’t fight your own demons. You need someone’s help to do it.

So this is the afterlife? 

Don’t ask me. It’s all symbolic.

You used ‘liminal’ in a sentence!

It clearly makes you loud and me quiet.

I get to make the decisions.

You’re not a sparkling conservationist. 

I guess everyone’s coming back from the dead these days.

In the next five minutes it’s going to suck being you.

Now shut up and kiss me.

You killed us! You killed us, you lunatic!

Did I mention I’m allergic to cosmic stuff?

What do you mean “she gets on the other bus”?

I’m certainly not going to take orders from you.

Exactly. That’s exactly what we’re going to do.

And do try not to come back dead.

I’m not enjoying this already!

There are more spears around than I’m generally comfortable with.

I like Plan B….

Sorry, Miss Bad Hair Day, we’re already waaaaay past that.

When this is done, you and I are going to have a little chat about your new attitude.

None of that sounds like good news.

Just stay still and die.

I want him found! I want him dead! I want his head on a spike!

This isn’t how I wanted this to go at all.

Aren’t you going to ask me what happened? 

Including his Royal Pain-In-The-Butt-Ness. 

Could you kick her too while she’s down there?

No one likes harming! Harming’s bad!

Hey, as an alternative to “get shot an unhealthy number of times”, this is golden!

Talk right now, or I go high explosives on your ass!

Somebody call a time out and tell me what the hell is going on here.

This is a whole new level of suck.

I’ve been in some last stands before, but this takes the prize.

That’s not a sentence I want to play any part in!

You can’t say this job doesn’t keep you on your toes.

Hey, if this works, you and me are going to be really embarrassed.

How often does a guy get the bragging rights to that?

There’s always a price to pay. For everything.

Well, you’re old and cranky. Trust me on this. I’m young and cute.

You can’t drop a bombshell like that and just leave!

Do they look like they want us to surrender?! 

You two have a history?

You will do whatever it takes.

You couldn’t kill me if you tried.

That thing’s actually cutting me!

You know there are some things you just can’t stop.

Look what you made me do.

We have lost so much.

It took his damn head off!

I’ll cheerfully stab it.

She’s got all the people skills of rabies.

I got some family issues I need to work through.

This afternoon may see all sorts of breakthroughs in etiquette. 

What could possibly go wrong? 

I’d flash you my business card, but my hands are too full of guns.

Who’s the residential tactical genius? 

Too bad you’ll miss the birth.

I remember the moment of my death.

God, I suck.

Could there be any more tragically heroic? 

There’s no fun torturing someone if they just black out.

Story of your life, huh? Never popular, never got it right.

You want to learn about pain?

There will be tears before bedtime.

I don’t like to hit women.

Love what they’ve done with the place.

Right. Now we do the running away part.

#do i have drafts? yeha #do i also have work in half an hour? also yeah #do i still reblog my own memes? oh definitely. #i made them i'm gonna reuse them #[ † ] ;; WE'RE LOCKED IN HERE WITH DEATH. (meme.) #long post

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‘ your failures are just what happened — they don’t have to be who you are ’

poetry | accepting

     Knowing about other people they fucked up came easier these days, and finding them — even more so. It would have been a mess to track down before (not impossible, he's still convinced that he actually was some use at his job), but now they are all just... like little compasses inside his head. Well, more like pointing towards anyone that's been for a significant amount of time up there (which started at hours depending on when) and some of them being more violently pointing in the direction that others, followed by hunger.

     He's mostly ignoring those for now. His stomach had enough of people being maimed for a while.

     Guess they both know a thing or two about failures in that regard, hu?

                 "They're goin' to recollect everythin' they left behind. And everyone. Knowin' even just a bit's too much now. Maybe we're not our mistakes, but we can't ignore 'em either."

     No doubt she's not a priority for them, but the mere fact she's been in the facility? Yeah, they are wiping all of their tracks clean. Really wishes he wouldn't be here tracking people down — victims — only to make everything worse for them.

#murkoffiisms #denise you did nothing wrong and i know this and i love you. #[ † ] ;; YOU HAVE [1] UNREAD EMAIL. (asks.)