#yellowjacket7

josie     could     barely     hear     her     voice     over     the     sound     of     her     own     thoughts.     something     was     wrong.     something     had     happened     to     lizzie     she     could     feel     it,     feel     the     pain     through     their     bond     as     strongly     as     it     was     her     own.     finally     the     words     process     through     her     head     causing     her     to     turn     around.     ‘     no.     i’m     okay.     ’     with     some     firmness     as     she     locked     eyes.     ‘     i     don’t     think     so.     i     think     something     happened     to     lizzie.     ’

reiwdjk  thank  you  so  much.  i  know  i’ve  been  sitting  on  this  one  for  a  while,  but  it  was  a  huge  pick-me-up  when  i  was  feeling  super  low.  you’re  a  gem  and  an  angel  and  i  adore  you.  thank  you  sm  reojwkdwlmemkwleds.

@yellowjacket7​    starter call.

✉   prompt   ...   still   accepting.

❛❛ I feel bad about this morning... I didn’t mean to scream so loud. ❜❜ a cute little fun fact she’d never hoped to explain about herself was the paralysis that came in the morning, with dawn, or in the night, as the pitch-black descended and her eyes fluttered open to find a horned man at the foot of her bed, long sickly-fingers reaching for her. daphne had woken up everyone and their mother with her frenetic cries for help. could still feel everyone eyeing her like any moment now, she’d start screaming again. ❛❛ there’s only so much misty’s herbal tea can do, you know? ugh, I miss you, modern medicine. ❜❜ 

                  ❛    you   can’t   start   a   fire   without   a      spark.    ❜

         maybe   it's   from   all   the   shit   he's   seen   over   the   past   few   years   alone,      but   his   boyhood   curiosity   has   evolved   into   something   much   closer   to   questioning   everything   he's   ever   known   in   his   life.      one   might   say   that   the   ripe   age   of   just   entering   highschool   might   be   one   of   the   worst   times   to   have   an   existential,      lovecraftian   crisis      —      mike   wheeler   would   definitely   agree.         turning   from   @yellowjacket7​   to   back   at   the   forest   they   just   narrowly   escaped   from,      he   manages   to   take   in   a   breath   before   hurriedly   worrying,      "         i      swear      !!      it      was      ...      an      alien.      it      must      be.      normal      dogs      don't      look      like      that,         "         nor   do   demodogs   but   he's   trying   not   to   think   about   that.      the      gate      is      closed      now.      it   must   be.         "         whatever      that      was      ...      it's      not      from      this      world,         "