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@offsrail
extremely private + slow writing blog for effy stonem of skins. despised by alondra, she / they , boricua, autistic, 21+. intrinsically tied to @hinips

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I miss panda and effy so much like they are my beloveds and everytime someone says effy just kept her around to make herself look better I feel like dying
I got my bf to watch skins for the first time and he was like can effy stop being so nonchalant
vampire eff?
im so sad. effy thinking she's getting better when she's actually just being groomed by her therapist who is obssesed with her and who then kills the only person who actually tried to understand and love effy

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holy eff
sentimental value, i've heard of that. - @offsrail
the moment the claim escaped agnes's mouth, it turned sour, no - metallic. the narrowing of her eyes, and that small motion alone, shifts the tides of her features: from superiority to anger (if you look closely, there in her unbelievable crimson gaze was a shadow of abandonment). " well it's ugly as shit, ain't it? i gotta have some reason to keep it. "
in one smooth motion the necklace is quickly unclasped and shoved into her purse. there's something of a snarl as she does. who left who last? agnes or her maker, she can't remember, maybe she doesn't want to.
" you're telling me ya' ain't got nothing that you keep just 'cause? " she's quick to return to her alluring self, lips rounded into an opalescent haunt. the place around them swarms with smells of sweat and drugs - a recipe for regret that the vampire agnes cannot taste. it is this reason, and prior frustrations, that she yearns to devour the moment. can effy tell the poised young woman, who sits so tastefully out of place, is silently begging for a key? a way into this crowd? (god knows even an angel who knows not what they are will obey). " y'gotta have some ugly old thing y'can't trash. "
“ My brother — probably.” Effy smirks, her head lolling first to the left, then back towards the woman. Her words fall from half-chewed lips so, so slowly; as if she doesn't really care whether or not Agnes recieves them, let alone comprehends her state of mind. She's far away already, watching the two of them rot beneath the flickering overheads. Nothing really matters here.
Effy exhales, lifting herself from the chair with a stumble. An eery leer peels through her face, heavy lids fluttering open then closed. There's a long-lost tune echoing in her dampened mind, one that drowns out whatever garbage is currently playing, urging a sway from her hips. She allows herself a moment to feel it, ignoring Agnes. Ignoring the pallid ghosts that float about the party, all filled with ugly want and desperation.
" Can't pick what you keep. " Airy, her eyes up towards the ceiling. One would think Effy, Sisyphus: rolling the past up the hill, just to be crushed by it again & again. The dread of loneliness, the aching relief of a fresh bottle.
looking at her like this, it's hard to recognise her. with his tie suffocating him, Tony wants to hug his little sister and tell her how he's going to fix it. like he hopes he can. but a part of him is worried that this time, he can't. that this time, her tears have left too much of a stain and she can't quite seem to fix it with any amount of bleach. “ oh effy ... ” two hands wipe his face. the metallic room they sit in feels preposterous — they should be sat in their living room right now, mum upstairs, love on the spectrum on the telly, an unfinished game of scrabble on the table. her, sat on the floor facing the tv, and tony, laid on the sofa, hands behind his head, legs crossed. it's not fucking fair. nothing about this is fair but the law isn't fair, a lesson he's learned that by now. “ how am i gonna get you out of this one? ” @offsrail– –
He's lost his nerve, hasn't he? Effy stares at him beneath heavy-lids, watching his expression screw itself into one of anxiety. She remembers the wanker he used to be. The malicious aura that always ascended him to the highest status; awarding him flocks of followers, all desperate for him to thrust upwards and fill them with the Stonem charm. Perhaps it really did die that day, crushed beneath the stupid bus.
" Isn't that part of the job description, Tony? Figuring it out? " It's not spat , but it's not delivered nicely either. She folds her arms close to her chest, staring at him as if she means to slice him open, unearth the Tony that used to be. " This isn't some fucking family reunion. " Effy's teeth gnash against her lip, biting until she can taste the tang of iron. " I need to win. " Seeing him like this - it's almost embarassing. A kindness that should be kept in the walls of their childhood home; of course I left the door open for you Eff, of course I'll hold your hair back whilst you vomit. Effy has no use for that here.
She recoils slightly, tapping her nails impatiently against the paper strewn table.
i think it's so funny that tumblr made effy the LDR poster girl because effy would literally never listen to her
hi guys i am thinking about corpo effy in a cyberpunk verse. always listening and recording absolutely anything anyone says so she can use it against them at any point
that being said. who can i write for

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hi guys i am thinking about corpo effy in a cyberpunk verse. always listening and recording absolutely anything anyone says so she can use it against them at any point
“ your mam's a chip off the old block. ” face winces at the sight of her. a wreck, simple hues of greyscale – not a spec of colour on even her skin. “ a fuckin' weirdo. you're both skitz. don' think she's as bad as you though. ” cook scoffs as he blows out fag smoke right through her, it could almost knock the girl over but he doesn't care. doesn't care about much anyway. @offsrail– –
" yeah, and you're completely normal, aren't you cookie? " effy bites her already raw lips, chapped and wind-whipped beyond belief. her expression is unreadable beneath the curtain of black hair. then again, it always seems to be. never quite human in the way she observes the rest of them. " 'least my mum stayed. " and there it is, teeth sinking themselves into the soft of cook's heart. she doesn't even give him the courtesy of her gaze.
hi
also on @ohdete btw but I’m going to rifle through my drafts
The small packet of pills look like candy; hundreds and thousands just waiting to be poured into a wanting mouth, clinging to her swollen tongue in powdery desperation. they’re his — merciful, sweet saint. he’s left them out, no doubt to tease, to watch effy squirm in her half drunken state. they glow amongst the grime of saint’s basement, beautifully garish. a siren’s call.
Effy is a shadow upon the wall, present only in the dingy recesses. Mari is there too — they’re always there. Faceless darknesses that twist & contort and leave behind a sickening feeling in the soft spot of your heart. Effy doesn’t breathe. She gazes at the pouch, then glances at Mari. @religun
HI IM BACK. who wants an action starter

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disc is gamwhora if anyone wants 2 write things there
waut i need to create a nevermore verse