❝ STARS ON MY LIPS ❞ character stuff

[finny.]

FU CK ME U P
YES
THAT IS SO BEAUTIFUL OMG
WHAT SHOULD THEY HAVE NAMED IT

[marsy]

omg rhodesian ridgebacks are so gorgeous
my new character i'm makin' is gonna find a puppy of one of those
yes

oK SOMETHING LIKE
ULYSSES, ATHENA
SOMETHING STRONG AND AWESOME

[crows]

hums way in

[marsy]

crows welcome
you have made it to
*looks down at scribble on palm*
heaven? no that can't be right

[crows]

i believe its purgatory but idk the signs were a little jumbled

[phantomatics]

they are such beautiful dogs i love them.
AHH I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THIS NEW CHARACTER
I NEED TO FINISH UPDATING MY CHARACTERS SO I CAN MAKE MORE

SHIT MAN!! so i'm think beck is at least 6 foot??? so maybe 6'2" or 6'3". eustacia is definitely the smaller one in the relationship.
and then dany is probably like 5'10" or 11?? like he's not super short but he's not super tall?? isn't roslyn like 6 foot something?? so roslyn is definetely the taller on the relationship.

[marsy]

ur probably right crows
this is probs purgatory

omg i didn't even see that post gotdammit
stacia is like six foot even yeet && roslyn ,,, is actually like five-foot-nine oop

[phantomatics]

if this is purgatory then i'm okay with being here.

so then beck is still taller than him, sweet. REALLY?!! roslyn strikes me as a much taller character. roslyn: the big spoon, soft and comfortable and dany's rock. also very good at hugging.

[marsy]

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please have mercy on my heart ;

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"[b]i can't just stop; you don't understand." he couldn't believe those last three words actually came out of his mouth, and he immediately wished he could take them back. it sounded so stupid, like he was a broody teenager all over again. maybe that's what he was, though; a broody teenager who thought the whole world would never understand him or his ways. the expression on the werewolf's face was a mix between hurt and irritation, tears brimming his eyes.

"beck, it's all i've ever known," he mutters quietly, running a hand over his face and through his hair, refusing to make eye contact with the man in front of him. "but that can change, stace. you stay here and—" "and what? help protect something i'm supposed to be hunting? i've let this go on too long, beck. i wasn't supposed to stay here this long. i was supposed to get rid of you and your pack and be gone without a trace. i've already gone against all hunter morals, and i can't..." he trailed off, his words getting angrier and angrier until the last few words, voice softening again.

beck growled and quickly moved to take hold of stacia's shoulders. the emerald-eyed man tried to flinch away, but his reaction-time was clouded by his thoughts. "let go of me, beck." his voice was low, and his breathing sped up as fingers dug into his shoulders and bright eyes stared into his eyes, tear-filled. "hunter morals? do hunter morals include killing innocent creatures, too, then?" "nothing is innocent, beck. even if something hasn't done anything wrong yet, they still have a chance to, and i'm supposed to stop it before it happens."

beck took a deep breath and stepped away, taking his hands off stacia's shoulders. he shook his head and gave a bitter chuckle. "then leave," he said calmly, voice slightly trembling. he didn't look at stacia. fuck, why did this have to happen this way? eustacia should have never stayed this long, he should have just left after he was sure beck would keep the pack in line, but no—he had to fucking fall for him; a werewolf. he'd fallen so hard for something he was supposed to kill. eustacia almost forgot what the feeling of loving someone was like, but beck brought it back to him, and now he was tearing everything apart.

"i'm sorry, beck." the other shook his head and gestured for him to leave, but stacia was frozen. he had to leave, but did he really want to? fuck hunter morals and all that shit. fuck nature. but he'd already broken everything down. beck probably hated him, now, and stacia was surprised he wasn't wolfing out on him. beck did have a way with controlling anger, though; and that's one of the things stacia admired so much about him. fuck, he was in too deep. he really had to go before it grew and grew until he couldn't stop it.

but he didn't want it to stop.

"you're still here," beck deadpanned, finally looking up at him with bloodshot, puffy eyes and tear tracks down his cheeks. stacia's eyes watered. he was so confused; conflicted. his mind told him he had to leave, but his heart was telling him to go over there and embrace beck, hold him and cry with him and tell him he'd never leave; he'd never even threaten to leave, ever again. "fuck," he breathed, turning around and wiping his face with both hands. "i don't know what to do," he muttered, voice trembling and breaking. his chest was tightening with every passing second, his eyes burned and it was getting too hot. he breathed out, bending down to put his hands on his bent knees.

"i don't know what do; what do i do?" his breathing sped up and he tried to gulp down the lump in his throat, but it wouldn't go away, making it harder to breathe. he pulled at the collar of his shirt as he stood back up and spun back around, facing an understanding beck, who slowly approached him, carefully. no one had ever been so careful with him. hell, no one had ever really cared, period; not after his brother died. "it's okay, stace. i'm here, i'm here; it's okay." beck was no stranger to panic attacks. he had them himself; he knew how painful and horrifying it was—how you felt like the room was spinning, you couldn't breathe, and a mantra of i'm dying, i'm dead, i'm dying played over and over again in your head.

he stumbled to sit on the ground, and beck followed after him, sitting next to him, but not too close. the older man gently put a hand on stacia's cheek, and slowly wrapped an arm around him, bringing him close so stacia's head rested on his chest. stacia's fingers were tightly tangled in his hair, his teeth clenched together and his yes shut tightly. a warm hand was placed over his own, gently and slowly removing his fingers from pulling at his hair, and instead intertwined their fingers together and brought them down to stacia's lap. "you're okay; everything's okay." beck began to hum, and stacia tried to focus on the soft sound. it took a while, but eventually stacia started to really focus on the humming and beck's heartbeat, and he tried to match the other man's breaths with his own.

it's okay. everything's okay. beck is there, humming softly, hand in his. everything's okay. stacia doesn't think about whether or not he's going to leave, and eventually falls asleep, exhausted. beck does, too, holding stacia close, afraid he might slip away. everything's okay, for now. it's okay.

[phantomatics]

WHAT THE FUCK
WAY TO JUST FUCK ME UP
NO IT'S COOL I DIDN'T NEED MY HEART ANYWAYS