#striidor

         ❛      —    LET  ERIS  BE  POSITIVE.           \          accepting.

i  love  katy  so  much  okay  like  so  much.  whether  it’s  dwight  or  ash,  there’s  always  so  much  love  there  when  it  comes  to  her  writing  and  just  talking  about  her  characters.  not  to  mention,  katy  is  such  a  wonderful  person  to  talk  to  and  be  around.  like  i  love  when  we  talk  some  days  and  i  loved  the  day  i  got  to  share  the  mk:x  story  mode  with  her.  it  was  honestly  the  greatest  day  i  had  in  awhile  and  it  made  me  feel  so  good  about  myself.

just  such  a  wonderful  writer,  someone  who  cares  so  deeply  for  her  characters  and  wants  to  provide  the  best  characterizations  out  there.

katy  is  someone  who  needs  to  be  protected  and  cherished  and  i  would  die  for  her  thank  you  for  coming  to  my  ted  talk.

sinday meme | accepting

     I wanna say his lower back. right along his spine and around his back dimples. if jon is making out with someone and their hands loop around to touch his back, slowly moving down until they get to that one spot along his spine??

blood starters     |     accepting.

                    “   NO   ,   I’M   FINE   .   ”     But he isn’t fine, not with how he’s practically curled in on himself.   Pain is a motivator, a reminder of one’s mortality.   A reminder that he’s survived this far, and would continue to do so.   Jake is reluctant to let her touch him, not wanting to be a burden for his mistakes.   After all, it was his fault for getting caught out.   This is the price one pays for committing to hook tampering, for ensuring that heavy metal clangs to unholy ground.   It was worth the smack, at least in the moment, but he felt lightheaded.

                   Shoulder rears into wooden wall once ducking into rickety shack, a muffled cry of pain slipping past bloodied lips.   There was no use in arguing.   She would follow him regardless, like doting mother.   Gloves soaked in pretty carmine, he peels it away from wounded side only to clasp it over again.   It looked particularly nasty, but he casts a glance out the window longingly.   He had to keep going, they had to keep going.

                   Jake bites the side of his tongue nervously, bowing his head and resting dirty forehead against rotting wood.     “   If we stop now, we could give away our position, or they’ll catch up.   I have to make sure the others get out     —     ”     A lapse of mask, one that often hid his desire to protect and help others despite shoving or forcing them away.   Ugly personality a mere facade to bury the golden heart that still glimmers within, despite how it drowns in the darkest pits of his soul.

violent starters     |     always accepting.#40:   Attempt to kill my muse creatively ( mori edition ).

                    WHAT   THE   FUCK   WAS   THAT   GOD   FORSAKEN   NOISE   ?     But he doesn’t need to ask that, does he?   No, he’s well aware of the fact that the Nurse has found his trail with intent to follow it.   Jake is more terrified than usual, legs seemingly STUCK TO THE GROUND, far too heavy to carry him any further as she nears.   All he sees is a blur, eyes widening as arm comes up to brace for the worst.   He expects to meet chilled jagged metal, to feel it rend flesh and seek to saw bone, but what she’s after is far more terrifying than that.

                   No, cruel hands wrap around his neck, the velocity and force causing him to fall back with her weightless frame on top of him.   His glasses have long since been knocked off his face.

                   Jake HATED the feeling of constriction on his neck, and around her hands does he swallow.   There is no reaction time in the initial moment, just the rush of adrenaline and panic rising through his veins.   His own hands, stained with ichor and filth, claw at her face, her arms, her garb, but she is persistent and strong.   Teeth grit, then mouth opens, any attempt to suck in air where he could is made, but to no avail.   She does not bother with crushing his windpipe.   She wants him to die slowly, to choke and suffer like others before him.

                   “   S   —   Sally   !   ”     (   It’s Jake, he wants to add.   )     He tried, choked out her name in an attempt to reach her with tears stinging the back of his eyes already falling, slipping down dirty cheeks.   She wasn’t a terrible person, that much he knew, but patience and pleading weren’t going to win, it seems.   Clawings become fruitless pawing, fingers finding purchase on cloth in an attempt to grip and pull, but he hasn’t the strength anymore.   Tightly do eyes squeeze shut, a finality as darkness clouds his mind, sweeps across the light in haunting strides until Death’s hand reaches.   Heavy does he grow, hand falling limp, his body following.

nonverbal starters

A slight flinch at the closeness from her, she wasn’t used to being touched, let alone so gently, the next to her hands, she watched carefully, making sure Sally wouldn’t near the blade that protruded from her hand, the next was to her forehead, eyes closed as she neared again, the flinch only slightly this time. A breath drawn in as the next one was placed on her hairline. As she pulled away, bright eyes flashed up to the other, almost wishing she wouldn’t go too far. Instead she quietly muttered a thanks in her native tongue, a light blush on pale cheeks. 𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗛𝗨𝗠𝗔𝗡 𝗦𝗛𝗘'𝗗 𝗙𝗘𝗟𝗧 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗦𝗘𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗕𝗘 𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗬.

VISUAL ATTRACTIVENESS:💗💗💗💗(purely aesthetic appreciation of looks)

FRIENDSHIP LEVEL: 💗💗💗💗💗(how close a friend they consider them)

SEXUAL DESIRE: 💗💗💗(wanting to have sex with them)

ROMANTIC INTENT: 💗💗💗💗(hoping for a romantic relationship)

Most of the others left her be when they saw her meditating, the only time she could stay still, but it seemed today she’d attracted attention. She wasn’t sure what warranted the NURSE to watch her but her all-too-familiar breathing was obvious and clear as day as it ripped straight through the silence. 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗬 𝗧𝗢 𝗜𝗚𝗡𝗢𝗥𝗘, 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗟𝗟

An eye opened only slightly to glance in her direction, she refused to move from her position. The moment she did, the CONVULSIONS would begin again. She only had so FEW moments like this, so even with the disturbance, she wasn’t going to give in so easy. Instead, she’d confront the noise maker. 𝗔 𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗣 𝗘𝗫𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗗 𝗔 𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗣 𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗘.

random sentence starters

Eyes fluttered open, she glanced around, she’d been laying on the ground. What happened? She was seated at a campfire? Had she wandered into the woods? Had she been found by these campers? Were there  even woods around the Asylum? She’d forgotten by now. In fact, where was she? The more she looked around, the more confusing this became. They were surrounded by thick wood, as far as the she could see, clear into the horizon! Eyes darted to the voice, a breath drawn in obvious panic. She gripped tight onto the sleeves of her Paranormal Inc hoodie. She let the breath go slowly, finally saying something to the stranger.