#multimuserp

　　　₊　　i 𝒔𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝒃𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 when i wake up ; sink porcelain stained , ᶜʰᵒᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵘᵖ 𝗯𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 and 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗎𝗉 , just two days since the mainframe went down and 𝗂'𝗆 st͟i͟l͟l 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 up ( . . . ) missed calls , 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 from 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 i just don't trust ; mirror talk , 𝑭𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 , but i'll take a pound of your 𝑓l͟e͟s͟h before you take a piece of my pay stub ─── i 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 to 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆 for what i have become .

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SURE, carnivals were fun, but only because the Devil got something out of it — people’s souls. And explosions and fire were great, but only when they terrorized people. Fireworks were designed to ENTERTAIN people. The Devil wasn’t a fan. “What if we set this place on fire instead?” He turned to face Shireen. “Now THAT would be enjoyable!”

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Shireen gazed up at him thoughtfully. “...You can set me on fire if you want,” she offered as a compromise, fairly certain that the flames, even the Devil’s, wouldn’t harm her. Perhaps, her companion would feel better getting to do so, and innocent people would certainly be kept safe from harm. 

Like many of the stalls below them advertised, ‘Everyone a winner!’

@multimuse-rp​ sent:  ‘ you’re getting better. ’ (For Jack from Sam)

「   RP MEME :  SPARRING / TRAINING .   」| Accepting

The mall isn’t exactly Henry’s idea of fun.  It’s full of all the things he loathes about America:  large crowds of stupid people, blinding lights, and offensively saturated advertisements every other metre.  Consumerism being celebrated in its obnoxious entirety.

Even so, he knows better than to argue with Mad Max.  Most of the kids, he can wrangle in to some degree;  level them with a stern tone and earn some sort of momentary respect  ( or fear ), but he knows better than to try with her.

      ❝ Do I even have time? ❞  he murmurs to himself as he plucks his pocket watch from his belt and checks it.  He has a couple of hours to kill before he needs to open Creel’s Clocks;  with no other plans, this seems like as good a segue into his twelve hour shift as any.  ❝ Fine.  We can take my car.  I’ll drive us there. ❞

For Robin

Nancy held out a bottle of water to the other, “Here. You look like you could use this.” She breathed. 

She slumped against the seat, and closed her eyes for a moment. “So... what do we do now?” She asked. She honestly had no idea what they were meant to do now. The world had gone to shit. Hawkins had become open to the Upside down, which everyone still blamed Eddie for.

And they were all exhausted. All out of ideas. Yet they knew none of it was over, they knew they still had a battle ahead of them.

@multimuse-rp​   asked    :    (    behind    )    /    (    max   to   jamie    )

underrated   affectionate   prompts . status    :    accepting .