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private && selective, elizabeth munson. written as an oc and semi-revived by soapy.

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#CHANNEL3 ⃤⃟⃝ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ― an indie, private, selective exclusively oc multimuse. 25+. Extreme triggering themes present. Dead dove, do not eat. No AI. Programmed by Liminal. (40+ she/her). Please read rules before interacting. Graphics: ©

Nobody  else  was  there  yet,  in  a  rare  quiet  moment  before  the daily chaos  resumed. Shuffling  towards  the  secret  entrance  that  led  to  the  basement,  Joyce  made  a  point  to announce  her  arrival  to  warn  the  temporary  resident  below  that  she  was  coming  down  the  steps. “Eddie,  it’s  Joyce!”  she  called  out,  voice  partially  muffled  by  the  giant  box  in  her  arms. 

It  was  a  miracle  she  didn’t  fall  down  the  stairs,  craning  her  neck  over  the  top  of  the  delivery,  her  frown  of  concentration  breaking  into  a  warm  smile  when  she  spotted  @freakarus. “I  brought  you  some  stuff,” Joyce  dropped  the  box  on  the  floor  with  a  grunt  of  exertion,  catching  her  breath  back.  “I  got  snacks  and  soda  and  some magazines and  an  extra  blanket,  in  case  you  get  cold."

there's only so much to do down here before boredom takes hold; every snack disappeared even though it's technically meant to be rationed, routines become monotonous && all the tape's have been listened to a million && one times. the whole gang will arrive soon, if the wall clock is still reading right. scheming, yelling && frustration filling the room while he's just there to watch && input when he can. but leaving, going with them?? no chance -- chief hopper's words, not eddie's. the company's great when they all arrive, but it's getting just as FRUSTRATING.

a voice calls out, muffled, from the stairway. here we go, eddie thinks, a roll of eyes as he stands from the floor. the ball rolls away. 302, that's the insanity point.

it's joyce, but there's no rush of feet behind her, voices speaking over one && other or maps thrown out onto the table. joyce arrives alone, smiling over a huge box in her hands that thuds to the floor.

eddie's quick to dash across the room, glancing down at the contents of the box. " it's like bringing a crate of treasure. " he smiles, eyes lighting up at the sight && at the company, even if she's only visiting for a few moments. they're all so busy - saving the world, or trying to - but joyce has kids too on top of everything.

❝The coffee’s just shy of awful and you know it,❞ ‬she SMILES up at him. PEACHY and PRETTY, like someone lovingly HAND PAINTED it across her ANGELIC features. VENOM continues to tickle at the backs of her BRIGHT TEETH, unable to UNTANGLE the pure aching WANT of him from the ACHE of hunger. The delicate hand flirting around his belt loops slides two fingers around one and TUGS gently. PULLING the looming frame of him flush against her, the HOURGLASS of her melting into him as though the slot of his body against her own was something GRAVELY missing.

Her breath HITCHES in her chest at his words and the feeling of his thumb ever so softly swiping at the corner of her TOO GLOSSED lips. ALL GOOD? Thick lashes brush the high apples of her cheeks as she blinks up at him, STARRY EYED and DEVOTIONAL.

Her hand quickly retrieving the one he dropped to his side and lifting it to be STUDIED. The most minute smear of PEACHY GLITTER left there. Honeyed gaze MOLTEN as it darts from his to the digit and back again, SACCHARINE HEDONISM winning out as she raised it back to her plush lips and presses a KISS against the pad of it. Stares CLASHING as her lips part, tongue swiping the gloss from his skin.

╭SUGARY WORSHIPPING WRETCH╮

She smothers the HUM of POSSESSION twining around her throat at the TASTE of him, blood so steadily MARCHING beneath. Carefully lowering his calloused hand from her SHIMMERING lips, a measured SOFT sound of consideration buzzing from her. MELODIC and SIREN SONG. ‪SHE WORRIES SHE MAY HAVE SENT HIM SKITTISH. ‪

❝Eddie,❞ ‬that desperately PERSONAL use of his name. OWNED fully by her mouth as though it BELONGED TO HER COMPLETELY. ‪

his mouth parts to speak, but only a whispered, " jesus ... " is managed. && the way she speaks his name. six letters spoken like never before. eddie's locked onto her every word, she could say ANYTHING && he'd listen. it's been four nights. four nights && he's this hopelessly infatuated. imagine ten. imagine weeks. months.

that train of thought is derailed at her question; a smile flickering on the edges of his lips as she asks the one thing he's been thinking of every day, brown eyes flickering again to the shiny gloss. " i've been waiting -- " a long time?? " -- days for that. " only he doesn't give lucy the chance. closing the distance between them, his hand cups her jaw gently, && FINALLY, their lips meet.

the taste of peach, the faintest of cigarettes, && the softness of her lips, lined with shimmering gloss, entirely fills his senses. all that nervous energy is finally released, telling by how he deepens the kiss for a moment, his thumb absentmindedly brushing along her cheek. she's so soft && pretty && sweet && no fucking way this is happening, this is crazy ... the best kind.

the hiss of the cigarette cracked in her ears as she sat on top of her trailer. she had hoped that nobody would find her, but that never seemed to be the outcome when it came to eddie. palms of her hands rested on the still warm metal of the trailer's rooftop as she swung her bare feet out towards the edge.

"do you ever sleep?" she teased with a smile on her face. letting the cigarette hang from plump lips as she patted the space right next to her.

" come up here and help me finish this six pack."

" i think you're supposed to let down your hair first, or something like that. " eddie teases back, but he doesn't waste a second in the climb around the side, that comes too easy - from experience. sitting next to her && grabbing one of the cans that fizzes as it's cracked open, he chuckles, " you could've told me you were planning a party up here. " though he knows by now that if judith had wanted company, she would've said so.

guess he's the exception. she's his exception too.

There's nobody here.

It cuts through the pressure, and reworks what he's seeing. It was just shadows, just shapes, just birds, just trees, a trick of the light, a trick of the mind. Everything's fine. You're fine.

"Jimmy."

And for a second, he mistakes it, for the distant sonic booms that play on a loop, weaved through the tinnitus. "You hear that?" He asks out, into the endless silence.

"Come to me."

He near hits the clouds, hops into the sky like someone was shooting at his steel-toecaps. it was her voice, it was real, it was palpable, he could almost touch it, feel it, mould it in his hands. It came from the trees, over the fence. The one ghost he hadn't seen that night, the one that lived in the pipes, he figures she's mad he moved somewhere without a bath-tub. Figures he has to face this like a man.

" no?? " it's not an outright no, but questionable, brown eyes landing back on his neighbour who decides to bolt it. oh, that's NOT GOOD. dude's gonna hurt himself. or someone else. eddie is faced with a dilemma: go home. go back to bed && call it a night, maybe check on the guy tomorrow. or follow him. he doesn't really think about it because before he knows it, he's running after the other. right down the dirt path out of the park. consider eddie sobered up.

goodbye trailer park, hello cars that may whizz down the road far too fast at this hour. he certainly has before. christ, the guy's becoming a silhouette when they leave home; a dangerous lack of street lights to guide the way. " jimmy, wait up!! " his shout falls on deaf ears.

" you got a death wish or something?? " probably, eddie thinks, with whatever he's inevitably taken or spiralled out on. it's when the distant sound of a car meets his ears, before headlights dazzle the two, that his legs move faster than he'd figured he could manage at this hour. it burns. he should've stopped skipping gym class.

Get to know the person behind the blog through a series of varied questions!

1. Do you have any comfort movies or shows? If so, what are they?

2. What is a fragrance or texture that calms or brings you comfort?

3. What is a song that never fails to pump you up, inspire, energize, or make you happy?

4. Do you have a favorite flower? Is there a reason it is your favorite?

5. If you could sum yourself up in 4 characters, who would they be?

6. Do you believe in fate?

7. What is a sound that makes you happy?

8. Is there a texture you can't stand or dislike?

9. What is the first thing you think of or see in your mind at the sound of thunder and heavy rain?

10. Lots of pillows, or just one?

11. If you could recommend one game or one book, what would it be?

12. Are you a dreamer, a realist, or somewhere in between?

13. What have you learned about yourself this year?

14. What is / are your love language(s)? (note; this can apply to friendships as well)

15. Are you superstitious?

16. When you close your eyes, what color is the sky?

17. What is your favorite beverage?

18. Go out or stay in?

19. What are you most afraid of?

A major part of the tumblr rp experience is refreshing the dash and see your mutual roleplaying with someone else. Or maybe they're answering asks, reblogging musing posts, making an OOC post here and there. However, there will be times where you are waiting on a plot, an ask, or a roleplay to be responded to and you see your partner interacting or engaging more with other people.

Again, the mind is a cruel thing. Inadequacy, jealousy, general anxieties stem up sometimes, it's part of being human. But what's important is how you act on these emotions. Please remind yourself that sometimes, things take time. Not all plots go somewhere. Sometimes, someone may not be feeling their muse for that rp. Maybe they just got really busy. Thousands of reasons, but none of them have anything to do with how much they like you as a person.