#eightliives

   rubbing at his eyes sleepily, silver is now hopping down the stairs. it’s still too early for him to be up at all, but when your father brings home a visitor that you could only sneak a peek at while standing at the top of the stairs, you kind of have to follow behind them, entering the kitchen. 

   he barely reaches her hip, and struggles to climb the kitchen chair as he sits down across from her. wade is fixing up two hot chocolates behind them, but silver’s attention is very much on her, as he fiddles with his own hands, gloves left behind on the nightstand. 

   ‘ so ... who’re you? ‘

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fucking. turf war. teach her turf war rules. turf war training. turf war boot camp. i want it all. i want eden to teach rascal everything she knows so she can fucking paint her brothers later.  

them chilling around green hills. i mentioned boot camp, but maybe just them deciding to go for a stroll in the woods or something, and talk about their lives before coming here. maybe doing some crimes ? vandalizing property.

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💚 for a familial kiss

it hurts. it stings. the fresh wound on her knee caused by soft flesh meeting asphalt. this is what happens when you try to do some skateboard tricks to impress somebody and DON’T PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT’S GOING ON.

nothing too bad, at least, but rascal sure knew how to get dramatic about it -- not on purpose, mind you. seated on the kitchen table, the cat had kept a SCREAM down her throat once the disinfectant was applied, but she had been sitting quietly nonetheless.

“ are you DONE ? ” her voice wavered a bit. “ ‘cuz i dun’ want the others to see me like this, an’ -- ”

eden applies the bandaid, and her lips to go along with it. she flattens the tape on her knee with both thumbs, and rascal’s just sitting there, staring down.

The most prominent thing Callie could feel was the pounding- the consistent throbbing behind her own eyes, even as she continued to sing, to dance as if her life depended on it. The world around her was spinning rapidly, and although everything in general was hazy and felt far away from where she stood, a small part of her did feel scared that she was going to just... fall off and hit the ground.

Fall off... fall off from what? She wasn’t entirely sure. She was standing on... something. Something moving, flashing with bright, colorful lights behind her. It was big- it had to be one of the DJ’s machines. Why did-- why did that feel wrong? Why did everything feel so foggy and distant? Why could she only barely remember what was going on in this very moment? She felt like she was watching a movie rather than living an actual event.

The music pumping out all around her- it felt suffocating, drowning her in mysterious, confusing feelings that she couldn’t make heads nor tails out of. There was another voice besides her own echoing out from the midst of the melody, one that seemed to be singing back to her, a sharp edge of desperation and pleading clear in the stranger’s tone even with how beautifully she was carrying the song.

It was a stranger, right? Why did the other girl’s voice sound so familiar?

The inkling gritted her teeth together and tried to raise her voice ever louder, trying to drown out the voice of the other one with the music her and the DJ had made together- but quickly found that the intense, awful pain in her head was very much only getting worse the harder she tried to be the only one heard. Why? Why did this hurt so badly? The stranger, she had shot her with that strange-feeling ink, gotten rid of her fresh shades! And the DJ was right there on the same machine she was, wasn’t he? They had planned this performance for forever, and Callie had warned these two squids to leave- to stop intruding while they still had the chance. So why!?

Why did Callie feel so alone? Why did her hearts ache? Was it this squid’s fault? She had only started feeling so awfully dizzy after the ink had hit her...

The unrecognizable girl’s voice kept flowing out despite the fear that could easily be heard in her tone, and Callie couldn’t keep her own voice from faltering for a moment as she watched another inkling- another stranger- down below on the ground, shooting their own ink to keep covering the place- clearly fighting back against the very machine she was still standing on. The clothes they were wearing, they felt... familiar to her.

No. No, she couldn’t... she had to keep fighting them. She wasn’t supposed to be questioning any of this! But her brain just felt so scrambled, and Callie couldn’t understand why, no matter how desperately she tried to find the pieces of this puzzle to put it all back together. (Why was she crying? Something about a train..? Stop. Stop! No more questions allowed.)

She wasn’t given more time to think about it, though- the platform she was standing upon rocked violently, something having had crashed into it with quite a bit of force behind it, and Callie gasped, nearly tumbling off the edge right then and there. She managed to find her footing- but her headache was too intense to just ignore anymore.

“My... my head...”

For the first time, she heard the pale grey-haired inkling answer back with words Callie could actually understand. Even when she had been singing alongside her, Callie had felt a heavy layer of static in her own brain, keeping her from understanding what she had been saying with her lyrics.

“Callie! Please remember!” Remember? What was she supposed to remember? “That heavenly melody!”

Callie felt herself open her mouth and answer back to her before she actually realized what she was even saying. “T-The one and only...”

And there it was- all at once, it felt as if the floodgates had been opened, as if the fog had cleared from her brain. It was... overwhelming, frankly, perhaps even more painful than the initial headache- a lifetime of memories rushing back to meet her in only a half second of time. But one thing stood out to her above all: a name.

“MARIE! I- I remember now..!”

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Golden eyes flew open in the morning, Callie herself sitting upwards all too suddenly with a sharp gasp. Ah. She had been dreaming about what had happened to her once again. Of course. It had been months, but it still bothered her more than she wanted to admit- that she had fallen prey to DJ Octavio’s plan. That he had used her in her lonely, vulnerable state.

With a small sigh, Callie forced a smile, standing up and off the bed. She had promised to make breakfast for the other agents today, and she didn’t want them worrying about her- so there was no way she could stay cooped up in her room and mope like she actually wanted to.

It was honestly a miracle in the first place that Callie had finally dragged herself away from that mud pit- but, that being said, she still had no clue where she was. Or where her cousin was, for that matter. The usually peppy superstar had been wandering about for a few hours now, completely lost and directionless (as well as likely going in circles in her utter confusion and distress), and occasionally checking her phone as if hoping for a text from the other idol; her phone had no signal here, making the effort utterly fruitless, but she would check and check again anyways, as if hoping for some kind of a miracle.

After a while of this aimless walking, she could finally make out some buildings just a bit away, at the very least. Perhaps she could find someone to talk to, or even just... somewhere to sit and rest. Everything hurt so much; she was exhausted, covered in mud, something had indeed taken a bite out of one of her tentacles, and she just in general looked like an absolute wreck. She desperately needed a change of clothes, and that was unfortunate, given how expensive her idol outfit had been.

But, really, the price tag on her now ruined clothing was the farthest thing from her mind at the moment. She just wanted to see someone, anyone, who was familiar. She loathed the idea of being stranded here all by herself.

She tried to force the thought that she could be alone here out of her head and continued limping onward, eventually finding and sitting on a bench in a park on the outskirts of town. At least there was that... but still, now that she had a minute to rest, Callie very quickly found herself swamped with all of her own emotions that she had been trying to repress while she traveled: the confusion, the horror, the fear, the sadness.

An incredibly loud sob escaped her against her will, tucking her knees in close to her chest as her body shook like a leaf. This was... so much. None of her agent missions could have come close to preparing her for this. Another, screaming sob bubbled up from her chest, all bursting out at once in the form of a single sentence, shouted to the winds despite the fact that she knew it wasn’t likely she’d get a response;

send  me  🍒  +  a  url  and  i  will  write  some  positivity  for  them. - Accepting!

[ We're very new mutuals yet I'm always excited to see you on the dash! I'm already eager to see how our muses interact (I've got your quick starter in my drafts to finish when I finally am free from my summer school job ajlhjfd) because they already seem like they'd mesh well!

HAIR / HEAD RELATED SYMBOL MEMES - No Longer Accepting 🌺: to put a flower crown on my muse’s head

When the wreath of flowers is gently placed on his head, Jeff looks up, reaching up to tentatively feel it. Looking at the reflection in the metal of one of his invention projects, he sees his tow-blond hair contrasted by green and purple.