iseuls​

Iseul tried to force herself to display emotion, sniffling dramatically as she placed a hand on her chest. “God, such beautiful words,” she commented. Glancing over her shoulder to observe the cafeteria, she frowned at the lack of encouragement from their peers. “Disgusting that no one is on board with the revolution. What’s the point in even ruling a country without any power over the population?” Sighing heavily, she pushed her chair back and stepped up onto it. “Hear ye, hear ye!” she shouted through cupped hands, only getting subtle glances in their direction. “Unbelievable.”  

“there’s no point. not to, like, invoke a movie, but it’s like that one quote from the simpsons. like, fuck going mad without power. its boring and nobody listens to you. i’m paraphrasing, but like...” marla’s sigh was long and deep. she seemed to sink further into her chair. she perked up at iseul’s proclamation, but the energy was fleeting – there was to be no food fight in the cafeteria. “we need more people in on this. like, i feel like starting a riot requires more than two rioters. even if the rioters in question are, like, swathed in girlboss energy or whatever.”

rcsetucker·

a smirk preyed onto freckled lips, brown orbs locking with marla as she gives a shrug of her shoulders, “can’t help it. i’m a little bit gay and a little bit sweet. it’s my niche.” rose teased with the tilt of her head, “hate to break it to you but maybe your nightly rituals are having the OPPOSITE effect…because you’re fucking stunning and i think i might be getting a little bit of a crush on you as we speak.” she snorts, “god. the ra probably doesn’t know what to do with you. poor victor. he’s so clueless.”

marla raised an eyebrow. “yeah, like, witchcraft doesn’t work on redheads? which, like, you should know by now. catch up. but, like, keep talking.” she leaned in slightly, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial volume. “the ra is in dire need of an exorcism. not, like, a physical one. just, like, spiritually speaking.” she wondered if she was coming across as someone who genuinely engaged in witchcraft. she didn’t particularly mind one way or the other. “he’s the inferior ra, anyway. dom is, like, a thousand times sexier. anyway, i'm, like, totally here for the gay sweet vibe. what's your name?”

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some of you may not know this, but our friend dominic evans is an ancient werewolf hellbent on destroying mankind. this is beautiful and i think it should be celebrated! this image consists of neolithic cave paintings depicting some of dom’s numerous forms – sometimes, he is more wolf than man. sometimes, more man than wolf. regardless, he is our perpetual best friend, the only valid furry out there, and he promised he’d make all dogs immortal. when i gazed into his stormy eyes i believed that was the truth and the truth is sexy. happy birthday dom u werewolf twunk i will love u until the end of time 💝

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rcsetucker·

brows can’t help but knit into a furrow as she plucked the rose that was taped to her dorm room, “from your secret admirer?” tuck read out loud before scoffing and shaking her head, vibrant locks dancing across her shoulders in the process, “hey! i think this is for you. you seem like the kind of person someone would have a crush on.” offering the rose their way.

@radopens· 

“that’s, like, incredibly gay and sweet of you? what the fuck.” marla shakes her head. “you keep it. like, nobody would have a crush on me. i do rituals nightly specifically to avoid situations like that. like, real witch shit. like, i set a fucking rose and then mix the ashes with cheeto dust and feed it to an ra and then i’m like ‘when shall we three meet again’ and i’m like ‘bitch? tomorrow?’ because, like, i’m forced to represent the maiden, the mother, and the crone. which is fucking exhausting, by the way. i deserve a rest. so like. keep it.”

julianquick​

“I truly didn’t mean to offend,” he laughed. “No, no– it’s not bad, I think it was just the– er– not expecting it, that’s all,” he explained, and it was only half a lie, really. Wine really wasn’t his shebang, and it became all the worse when he didn’t see it coming. “Mimosas? Oh, they’re terrible. I can’t imagine a worse way to wake up. Who do you think solidified that as kind of a brunch thing? You’d get hungover by seven. Just an all-around inconvenience.”

“oh my god, are you, like, high?” said marla, who was undeniably high. “any alcohol with fruit in it is perfect and you should feel deeply ashamed of yourself. also i don’t even think i meant mimosas. what did i mean... fuck it, i don’t care. i want... i mean, first of all, i wanted to be hungover hours ago. so that would have been, like, completely fine with me.” she finds a page laden with drinks that run the gamut in colour from peach to electric blue, and selects one at random. “if this shit does not turn my tongue a different colour i’m gonna sue, like, immediately. julian. do you know a lawyer? tell me you know a lawyer, please.”

it’s a grey day, which isn’t doing the kindest things to marla’s mood. she’s dressed from head to toe in the sorts of things that are too warm for summer and too thin for any other season and the chain her keys are on is hooked ‘round one of her crooked fingers. she stands by dom’s car, waiting for him; when he doesn’t speed up she lets out a huff and sits down beside it, resting her head on the locked passenger side door as she watches him walk up. “dom, baby, hurry up, please. we don’t have all month. and your mechanical son is not going to drive me to ikea all by himself.” she puts her bag on the concrete and lies down, using it as a pillow. she imagines her clothing is probably picking up dust. lifting one of her sleeves and inspecting the parts of it that touched the pavement confirms her suspicions. oh well. “dom?” she calls. “did you name your car?” @domfm​

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the song that had been playing on repeat in marla’s head for days now sang of aspiring fires, and if she had been the sort of person who properly believed in omens she might have been taking the significance into account as she accidentally-on-purpose tipped the can of turpentine over. there wasn’t much in it. probably a good thing, which didn’t stop marla from being somewhat disappointed. pretending that she’d only just noticed this opportunity, she took her journal (it was full to the brim with writing, and therefore long overdue for a ritualistic pyre) and dipped it in the little puddle. “marlowe,” she called, voice all sing-song. “you seem like the kind of guy who might, like, provide matches to people in need at times like this. you seem like the matches type.” she turned to him. “like, all traditional. i, like, guess i can just use a lighter...” she tossed the journal onto the ground and retrieved the one she always kept in her pocket, that she’d found on the floor of a theatre and decorated. it didn’t so much match her aesthetic as contribute to the chaos of it. it had a lot more glittery adornments than it had started out with, though the base colour was a pale blue. “marlowe,” she said, still staring at the journal where it lay, covered in a thin veneer of turpentine and in a pool of that very same substance, looking a little bit like paperback roadkill. “i think i might be an idiot.” @jamesmarlowe

julianquick​

“Forty?! No wonder it tastes like that,” Julian gasped comically. Damn– one accidental sip of pure sugar and he was being forced to throw down eight bucks and a tip for another, but he supposed that was his own fault. He was still in the midst of trying to figure out where his own drink went, so he didn’t care too much. “I do hate to be responsible for her little mental spiral, though,” he fished a crumpled tenner from his pocket and set it in front of the drink, bowing his head. “My sincerest apologies, miss.”

she slid the money back. “i don’t want your blood money, julian. i’ll pay for her therapy myself. after i’ve sucked the life force out of her through a straw.” that moment would come incredibly soon. marla took the first sip she had since julian had tasted the drink. “okay, but like, did you not like it? like, seriously? that is. honestly. so bizarre. who are you? i thought i knew you. and you don’t even like, um...” she frowned. “what the fuck, it’s on the tip of my tongue. fucking... shit, i don't know. check the menu, i guess? but still. i am sitting in absolute fucking shock right now. i'm, like, up to my eyes in it.”

ezramercvr​

Marla’s question is enough to pull him out of his reverie - he’d been more focused on skimming carelessly through a copy of Fifty Shades of Grey he’d found on the floor beside the bed they’d crashed in. It hadn’t occurred to Mercy to care about whereabouts the night before, party still at a ten by the time they’d clambered upstairs. Instead of answering her question, he taps on the page that’s overly highlighted twice, “Who’s fucking room is this? This thing looks like a colouring book - I think she’s highlighted her favourite parts. This one’s pretty good; ‘He’s my very own Christian Grey flavour popsicle’. Blegh,” Finally, he lifts a hand towards her, fingers waggling impatiently as they wait for his turn with the joint, gaze still stuck on the book, “You sound like one of those manic pixie dream girl cliche’s,” he scoffed, eventually snapping the book closed with a dramatic pinch of his features at a particularly offsetting part, tossing it onto the ground carelessly and giving her his full attention, “Steal this off someone or did you actually earn it with your cold, hard cash?”

“she highlighted the fucking popsicle line?” marla inhales greedily and holds the smoke in until she’s sure she won’t cough, passing the joint to mercy before she’s even exhaled. she’s high before the change in perception really registers, and then she realizes that she feels uncomfortable, keyed up, trapped in her own skin. she tries to swim up through the feeling, to communicate. “i’m practising. i’m gonna audition to be fake zooey deschanel. like, once they’ve had her reanimated, post-assassination.” mercy’s attention is on her; she focuses all of hers on him in turn, a welcome distraction. the grip of the high is starting to lessen now, anyway – probably because of said distraction. she laughs. “i won it in a game of beer pong last night. or i’m blackmailing my dealer. or i live a double life. college student by day, stripper on by night. and on weekends. take your pick.”

iseuls​

Iseul was preparing for anarchy, gathering up a fistful of broccoli and carrots only to see that no one was a willing participant. It was likely for the best, but she couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed as Marla sat back down in the to pour one out in their honour. Is nodded dejectedly, staring down at her plate of vegetables. “What good will these do for me if not for war?” she asked with a frown. “Maybe we need to break into a high school and start one.”

“i think we do, my friend. we do indeed.” she tented her fingers in a manner reminiscent of the simpsons’ own mister burns. “we will fight them on the beaches. we will fight them at the track and field meet. we will fight them– i give up. i’m giving up.” she reached for her phone, and, after typing something into the youtube search bar, held it up as the soviet anthem played. “let’s, like, get our evil on. ew, remember food fight? like, the movie.”

leviprk​

“i think if anyone’s gonna be haunting you, doing it by sending you gifts made of alcohol would be the nicest way to go about it,” levi said, like that was enough to justify his idea. getting to his feet, he laughed a little at her chanting, throwing his hands up in the air to join in on the celebration. “love this concept, love your energy — hate texas, bet they just bought it from somewhere else and put a label on it, i don’t trust texans at all. you’re not from there, i hope? because if you are i’m canceling this plan right away,” he said, pointing to her accusingly with the hand in which he was holding the bottle. “okay, lake, yeah? this way, i think — you wanna stop and grab snacks before we go?”

“how do you know that? maybe she sent it to me and it’s, like, poisoned. i know i was literally arguing against this like two seconds ago but, like, see if i give a fuck. maybe grandma does wanna kill me. sorry if i wronged you, abuelita.” marla smiled at levi. “she didn’t speak spanish. i don’t either. but, like, poetic license, you know? god.” suddenly her expression was awash with horror. “do i sound like i’m from texas, levi? oh my god. no. i think, like, that dumbass with the dog is from texas? or something like that, i don’t know.” snacks are undeniably a good idea. “but like... what snacks? where? i find myself entirely incapable of decision making in this moment. we could just get a pizza.”

justbinx·

There was an inevitable silence that filled the air with each tick of the clock above, ears honed in on its very essence. How could he not be focused, what with the very test in his hands hanging in the balance. But before he knew it the time had hit three o’clock and he was forced to turn it in without a second glance. Binx slung the backpack over his shoulder without another thought and strode back to his dorm trying to avoid as much human contact as possible––and almost made it through before bumping into someone oh so tragically. “I––Sorry.” @radopens·

“are you really, though, binx?” marla shakes her head. “never mind, i’m just fucking with you. look alive, baby boy.” a grimace. “i’m never saying the words ‘baby’ and ‘boy’ together ever again. what the fuck. anyway.” she knelt to pick up the book she’d dropped upon impact. “you look, like, super emo. you wanna go rob a bank for therapeutic purposes? or, like, get starbucks?”

lcofowler·

“You like?” In what was probably the world’s worst Borat impression, Leo held a handful of knock-off crystals towards the other, “I got them in Provincetown, wanted my aunt to charge them for me for good luck and all that but she, like. Basically spat in my face. Said my energy was too negative right now. It was the biggest slap in the face, so I’m just gonna fuckin’ do it myself,” Hesitating for a few seconds - mostly, because he realized he didn’t actually have a clue what he was doing - Leo eventually inhaled deeply, before blowing on the crystals for a prolonged amount of time. Satisfied, he lifted one so that he could press a kiss to the smooth exterior, holding it up close to his counterpart’s face in invitation, “Okay - your turn.”

marla winced. “look, i just... i can’t, leo. my energy is supremely cursed. if i blow on those crystals, or like, kiss them i feel like. okay. i read this book once about this crystal which like sucked the life force from human beings while also amplifying their psychic powers and like by the end of it they were just, like, dried out husks, like, i have no mouth and i must scream shit – don’t google that – and like. i just. i don’t know? you should get, like, philomena to make out with your crystals. or, like. i don’t know. dom. dom is so sweet! so pure! like a newborn, um... a fucking newborn swan, you know? like. major kicked puppy energy. you just wanna, like, scoop him up in your arms and whisk him away on a white horse, like, princess bride style but platonically. not that i’ve seen the princess bride. i haven’t.” she had. “but you know! cute! baby puppy! that’s who you want making out with your crystal!”