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5. Figuring out what their next decade or even end looks like. I like the idea of her just retreating to a simple life in older age and she’s a legend. Thee Miami matriarch. Whether or not she wants it still or not. Motive and purpose is always hard for the kid for any character I write.

13. Uhm……I can not do just 5!

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There was once a rp partner I had and they had a character by the name of Leo. Shoutout to Cayla. Rent free in my brain to this day. There was nothing but bangers between us!

@isolctions | rue, aspen and ilyssa, jaira, lourdes, rionne, pavati, and izidora. (it is all of em. *stares into first camera* seriously. npcs ain’t even been touched but the stan bag runs deep.)

Gillian Flynn’s Camille Preaker in Sharp Objects.

(I know it’s film, I don’t read a lot but!)

Wanda from Marvel’s Wandavision.

Agent Mobius from Marvel’s Loki.

Rue from HBO’s Euphoria.

Adrian Monk from Monk.

Hannibal from the television adaption of Hannibal.

Dean Winchester from Supernatural.

@vihilum | riley and ace. (banger after banger however. enamored by them all! *stares into second camera, eye twitch* obsessed.)

          the cement is cold against her thighs,  but the outside is an escape from the crowded bar.  she’s had enough for tonight;  the noise and the smell and the people mingling through,  their loud conversations and the clamor and the excitement for the weekend to come.  two drinks,  a couple casual conversations,  and she’s back out taking a long drag of a cigarette in the night air.  

❝ oh-kay , i really feel bad for you for choosing blüdhaven to spend your vacation . unless your idea of fun is fighting thugs , playing in casinos and leaping rooftops with me ❞

@vihilum​,      i was there all the time. with you.

whatever drink the haywoods have been generous enough to offer her is ignored. it’s not an act of self conciousness; her veil is discarded, blown away with the dusty bare bones of jupiter’s claim. mary jo’s stare is beyond the humble haywoods’ dining table — it’s can’t even be found at whatever scattered leftovers dot the taped off remains of her former costar’s park. 

frankly, there is a piece of mary jo that’s never left the set of gordy’s home in 1998 ... she knows that’s where ricky can be found too.

“you saw it then.”   it. the viewers, ricky called them. why are they watching, and what have they done to deserve what happened this afternoon?

maybe it’s nothing they’ve done, maybe it’s everything. maybe it’s gordy all over again and ricky prodded something that should have been left well enough alone. he was so enthusiastic when she accepted his invitation, so eager to catch up — he said that he had the show of a lifetime for her to see.

he was wrong. mary jo’s seen this episode before, and the ending stays the same ... no matter how many alternate takes are filmed.

Kevin needed space, a good laugh, a place to collect his head — he required time away from humans, which truly was an oddity. Despite his god given gift to breathe underwater and all the crass fish jokes that were thrown his way since his powers developed, Kevin was not particularly fond of the sea nor the creatures living in the aquatic environment as much as he enjoyed drinking, photoshoots, and fucking on the terrestrial environment. There were one, two, ten reaaally great aquatic creatures he came across, and when humans and supes really tested his last nerves, he took the sea in search of dolphins. 

Nothing partied like dolphins, and those little bastards could always rouse a laugh out of him after the no fucking message got across. It wasn’t quiet in the ocean, what with all the chatter of aquatic creatures vibrating through the water particles, and all the god damn disturbances from the boats on the surface. Deep swore he could hear another ton of garbage being piled into the sea, yet he was far away from the nearest ocean dumping sight. Spending time under the water was as much a stress relief as it made him hate humanity, which was extremely dangerous. 

Schools of fish stayed away from not only the ravenous hunger of aggregating dolphins, but the boy’s club that was the gathering of mammals. Whales were fantastic, a little too sensitive however, and they stayed away from Kevin and his outrageous group of dolphins. With legs folded pretzel style, Kevin floated in place as ripples of laughter moved through his body. Laughter was short lived. Just like Homelander crushing his fragile ego, nothing ruined a party more than sharks. 

Non-tetrapods were decent at best, and gnathostomes were even worse than aquatic invertebrates. Rays were pompous assholes ( and that was a lot coming from The Deep ), and sharks were shit covered hornets on PCP. Why was shark week a THING ?  Clams deserved the attention more than sharks, at least clams knew when to shut up. All the dolphins and Kevin fell into unified silence, and the aquatic mammals swiftly swam to make a unified front at Deep’s side. Neither side said anything as one, two, three Great White Sharks emerged from the navy darkness of water into clearer waters. 

A snarl formed at the edges of lips. Hatred shot from mammal to bony fish, back and forth. The trio of sharks swam within 30 meters from the mammals before they extended their front fin in unison, and then swam away in the direction they came from. The underwater FUCK YOU. The dolphins muttered curses and moved forward, however they didn’t swim half a meter out before Kevin extended a hand to stop them.  ❝ Leave ‘em. They have better things to do, like tear off a surfer’s arms just to get on the six o’clock news. Bunch of egg shitters. ❞  The dolphins around him chirped with laughter and began making obscene gesticulations at the wake of the departing sharks.

Child. Daughter. Clara. Love. Family is a sensitive subject not because it comes with inherent difficulties or unpleasant, forced holiday dinners  —  it’s because Cliff fucked up. If every mistake was a step, Cliff would be capable of making a trip to the moon and perhaps even the return trip. He should have died with his wife and child, and though a horrid guilt and depression fogged the last part of his living self in a metal tomb, it saved him, too. Without Clara, there was absolutely nothing to live for, however even after gaining full function over his robotic body, Cliff did not break himself to a million pieces when he could have so easily done so. It was not fear of a potential afterlife, certainly not paying thanks to Niles  —  it was his daughter’s death. The guilt worked against him, worked to keep him alive. Mistakes and guilt existed for a reason. Bad people needed to be punished. His punishment was to keep on living, keep on repeating the horrors of the car crash and every fuck up leading up to it. No one is gone if they live on in your memory. Cliff had never been big on anything sentimental and philosophical; his own wedding vows were thought of on the spot ( a little tipsy nonetheless ). He liked those words however. The truth behind them leached into his heart brain, and he sobbed something robotic and ugly when he found a private corner of the Manor. He HAD to live to pay penance to his family and keep his beautiful Clara alive. It took years, and then Cliff smiled internally at the thought of . .  his daughter would be alive forever as long as his brain kept on ticking inside the metal tomb. Clara had always been alive even before he discovered the truth.

she aggressively rubs her visage with the towel, trying to dislodge the dirt that rests in the crevices of her face.  listen, it wasn’t her fault she got buried (again)!  it was a stupid move to push her powers past her comfortable limit.  it’s a good thing dan got there before things got worse, before it actually became her real grave.

manicured fingers clutch onto the cold medal of a flask that was once hidden in her jacket pocket and now out and pressed to her lips as she sits outside the school ;  desperately trying  anything  to make her time here  more exciting.  as the flask it brought down hazel eyes become  level  with the person in front of her ,  pausing for a moment before  swallowing down  the alcohol ,  no flinching involved.  lips part and madison will sigh before thin shoulders lift into a small  shrug.    “ fuck ... --  if i  share ,  you  promise  not to tell  anyone ? “