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skimming stones — dump - bxhemia - 10-13-2018
wham bham new garbage heap
Re: skimming stones  dump - P.T. BARNUM - 10-13-2018
plant witch, accounted for?
Re: skimming stones  dump - crows - 10-13-2018
Burps
Re: skimming stones  dump - bxhemia - 10-13-2018
excuse u
Re: skimming stones  dump - bxhemia - 10-13-2018
let it be known that i pledge 4000 of my finest fluffy bois to pyre
Re: skimming stones  dump - bxhemia - 10-13-2018
[align=center][div style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px; width: 440px; line-height: 100%; color: black; margin-top: 10px"][justify]it's 2am.
it's 2am and it's it's cold and god damn it you know that you shouldn't be here, that tanner is probably worried sick about you right now, pacing the length of your tiny apartment, hands buried in his hair and tears threatening to escape golden eyes, even though you know he'd never let them. tanner deals with emotions in other ways, you know this from experience, years of watching him bottle things away like they're nothing, hours spent alone in silence wishing he'd just talk to you. bile rises from your throat as you bite back another sob, and your feet are moving on their own before you even know what's happening. the wet trails of tears on your cheeks sting in the winter air, frost bitten leaves crunching under your feet as you run faster and faster, until you can't breathe, until you collapse in one big mess at the base of an old elm tree in the sand and finally let go of everything you've been holding back.
hurt is something that you've grown used to, but not like this. scenes flash before your eyes one after another, each worse than the last; your father, a cigarette between his teeth, standing on the deck of his old boat. a busy highway, rush hour in the city. a mangled corpse buried underneath three tonnes of glass and metal, violet eyes staring blindly into the sky and cigarette still clenched firmly between perfect, bloodstained teeth. it was alcohol, they told you, somehow managing to place every ounce of blame on your father's shoulders. he was the only casualty, the only death; it was lucky really, that he hadn't managed to hurt anyone else with his stupidity. well, not physically at least, you think bitterly.
it's been eight hours since they told you.
seven of those eight hours were spent sitting alone in his bedroom, staring blankly of an old black and white photograph and waiting, just waiting for the familiar sound of an old key turning in the lock of your front door, praying for some kind of sign that it was all just some horrible nightmare. but no one ever came, no sign from the heavens to reprieve you from your thoughts. you were simply alone. until all of a sudden you weren't, hurried footsteps and broken spanish invading the quiet sanctuary of your childhood home. you knew who it was immediately and dear god did your heart ache at the thought of comforting arms wrapped around you, thick sweaters that you could get lost in and auburn hair to bury your fists in until everything just went away. but you couldn't, not yet.
the moment tanner opened the door you bolted, pushing past him with little more than a quick "i'm sorry," muttered in apology. and then you ran, long legs moving as fast as you could force them to until the effort left you gasping for air in the cold, drawing lungfuls as though it could save you from the world's cruelty.
//okay so here's an old thing that i'm probably not gonna finish but it's been in my drafts for a while so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Re: skimming stones  dump - bxhemia - 10-13-2018
god i just realized, looking at that
it's not great yeah bu t
my writing has come a long way from
'larry ate an apple. "yum, this is a good apple." he said.'
Re: skimming stones  dump - bxhemia - 10-13-2018
okay, r00d orphan? check
Re: skimming stones  dump - bxhemia - 10-13-2018
group ideas lets go
- a group themed around paganism and modern day witchcraft, research this
- they live in an old abandoned castle, the grounds are large and overgrown, maze gardens and weird misshapen topiaries that used to be super pretty
- there's a wall around the castle and inner gardens, most of the area within that wall is relatively well maintained?
- lots of fruit trees, big vegetable gardens and wild orchards
- there's a forest to the northern and eastern sides of the castle, the south and west are rolling meadows broken up by the occasional stream or river
- the rooms within the castle are still usable for accommodation, and seeing as the castle is pretty old it wouldn't have been outfitted for electricity anyway. there's torches along the halls and the kitchens used a wood stove to cook their food. fireplaces are pretty common throughout the rooms and there's a wood mill not far from the castle
- there are probably safe rooms that have been warded/had defenses set up for performing rituals, these guys have been here a while maybe?
- very homey and like,,, close knit group?
- dunno about a name though
Re: skimming stones  dump - bxhemia - 10-13-2018
so turns out i basically just made modern hogwarts