#vindicix

Send me a (ง •̀_•́)ง for my muses reactions to being punched by yours

He had only lost sight of her for just a few moments, the woman that he had been following for a few minutes now. Maybe she had ducked into a turn off into a hallway for a few moments, or maybe the darkness had eaten away at his vision for a few moments, but all he heard was a small grunt as a very sharp pain broke out across his face. 

Matthew stumbled back a few steps, sticking his hand up under his nose to catch any blood that may come. “Okay...Okay,” was all he managed to get out, getting the message as he tried to work down a building panic.

Send an “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.

Scanning the pictures, Judith shruggedseeing the female form was always an interesting experience. Althoughit was one she didn’t particularlycare for either.

✂ - A message my muse wrote after not having written for a while, possibly because they lost the journal or because they have been busy with other things. (Feel free to include part of the previous entry for perspective.)

I somehow got this thing back. 

It’s been years since my last entry, if you could even call it that. Same sentence written over and over again. I don’t even remember I don’t want to believe that I was that sort of person. Yet, I can’t help but feel that I’m even more worse off, but at least I’m safe. Emily dropped this thing off, left a note. 

‘Mom said that I shouldn’t keep this. Heard you were staying here.’

That’s probably the only contact I’ve had with my family after staying in that nightmare. Nightmare even seems like too fluffy of a word. Though, I don’t blame her for not wanting to even look at me after what

Doctor said I should document, since I can’t seem to carry on a conversation about that place without locking up. 

Send me a ✍ and I'll draw our muses together

    Breathe in and hold it. Good. Just a little longer.    Now exhale. Slowly --- and repeat.

    Something had woken him. A nightmare, maybe. Or sound? He couldn't recall. All he knew was there were sounds and shadows all around him. He had tried so hard not to scream in fright, falling out of bed only knowing that he had to move and get away. Somehow he had managed to get back on his feet, trembling hands reaching for the closet. There he hid, knees drawn up and back against the wall with clothes hanging over him, hiding him.

    Hands pressed against his face, fingers nestled among dirty blond strands and digging into his scalp. Cold sweat covered his brow and stained his shirt, adding more discomfort than he knew how to handle. He dared not lower his hands, too scared to see shapes move around the dark. They were there. They were  a l w a y s there. Waylon could still hear the variants of Mount Massive. Whispers in the dark that had followed him home from the Asylum. Those first days home had been hell, his mind half convinced that this wasn't his house, that there was no safety to be found. It was all a trick. An illusion.

    He'd been getting better since then. But some nights were still horrible.

    Something buzzed in the background. To him it sounded like a buzz saw-- taunting him from behind the doors. Meat. Such lovely meat. Mine. Mine, mine, mine. The grip on his head tightened, nails digging into skin. He couldn't be found. Please. I can't die like this! It was a small mercy that it wasn't the Groom lurking just outside his hiding spot. From him Waylon could never hope to remain hidden.

    Waylon whimpered when he heard the closet doors open. This was it. Everything would be over at any second.

                                        Nothing.

    Confused, he lowered his hands (palms slick with tears. He hadn't been aware he'd been crying) to have a look. He found Lisa kneeling at his side, her eyes so gentle. It was all he needed to ground him. He couldn't help but sob feeling her arms wrapped around him. His soon wrapped around her waist, holding her tight as if afraid she might vanish, face buried in the crook of her neck. He did not hear her words but just hearing her voice was soothing.