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SEPTEMBER TEST DRIVE MEME!

SEPTEMBER 2022 TDM
Another month, another test drive meme! Our test drive memes are open to anyone interested - regardless of whether or not you join our game!

All Test Drive Memes are game canon. Players can choose to keep their TDM threads canon or not. TDM threads can be used for AC and can be used as your writing sample for your application.

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IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE

Prompt One
[Image One: Bread Cornucopia filled with fruits and veggies]
[Image Two: Creepy glass eye embedded in sand]

Prompt Two
[Image One: A Lone Lighthouse by night]
[Image Two: Ghost Ship in dilapidated condition]

Prompt Three
[Image One: Wasps, Wasp Nest made from human Mask screaming terror, swirling eddies in wasp Nest]
[Image Two: Horribly mutilated Cenobite in Latex gear with exposed teeth]

STANDARD ARRIVAL
WHEN: First Week of September
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk, Koz's Orphanage
CONTENT WARNINGS: Creepy Prosthetics buried in the sand


On some level, you are one of the fortunate ones. The storms of August are now a distant memory. It is the waning of the Blood Moon and the tempestuous state of the Beast Moon this year is fading finally while the harvest is being collected. Sleepers arriving find no particular difficulty in actually reaching the shores for the most part, and transformations back into their natural state of being are relatively easy. They are met by happy Trenchies and fellow Sleepers with robes of white and their bags as normal, and motioned towards the waiting tents set up along the

What is strange, however, is that when Sleepers arrive, they may find their eyes drawn to something disturbing amongst the sand. Water washes with the waves and tide, and reveals a body part! They are always prosthetics of some variety, and many are glass eyes that eerily stare at the person. They can be retrieved with some ease, though they're in bad need of cleaning. Perhaps they belong to someone in town? If not, however, asking around will get a suggestion to bring those to Koz's Orphange in Crenshaw. They have a Lost and Found there, and it is the season of finding what and who is lost. If they do, they might catch a glimpse of Koz floating mournfully through the area, and one of the children will gratefully take the item, saying that they will add it to the rest of the Lost and Found, before coming back with a photo in hand. "Here, I found this, and I think it might be yours?" The photo is, indeed, of the giver and someone from their past. Perhaps it is an actual photo taken, or one they cannot remember having been taken. Regardless, it is offered to them in a cheap wooden frame. How it got there, the orphan does not know. It was probably there when they arrived.

SEASONAL DETAILS ON THE BOARDWALK

The Boardwalk is quite the spectacle this time of year, and those who were here the prior year will remember many of the decorations and festivities. Pumpkins have been stacked on spikes lining the Boardwalk with grotesquely realistic carvings of faces decorated on them. Massive white linen has been hung in the air to look like ghosts floating back and forth against the ocean wind.

Delicious smells waft from the Boardwalk as fresh donuts, candied apples, and hot apple cider are sold at every other booth, along with complementary cornucopias given to each new Sleeper made out of bread that has fruits of all varieties but always seems to have a small jar of the favorite fruit, seed, vegetable (or even meat) of the person receiving it. If asked where it is from, the Sleepers shrug and say "The Orphans took up a collection to give a welcoming gift to new arrivals." If what is in the jar is eaten by the person given it, it will help to ease their mind and give them a calm that can last up to a week as they acclimate.

Preparations are in order for this year's Black Parade. An annual celebration, it is promoted among the excited locals as something that people can participate in. Face Painting booths and costumes are available to those who wish them, with the statement by the Trenchies, "We do it to disguise ourselves from roaming spirits and hungry beasts."
A FADED MEMORY
WHEN: Mid October
WHERE: In Swimming distance (Barely) of the Farther Shores
CONTENT WARNINGS: Ghostly Ship & Lighthouse, Threat of Corruption, Remains of Ghastly Murder and Dismembered Corpse


It is by accident that your eyes chance to look towards the Farther Shores. There, you happen to see a lighthouse, but you know for certain that it cannot be the lighthouse that is normally there and manned by the fishermen. You can't usually see that from this angle. The moment that you see it, a feeling of mounting dread falls upon you, and you realize that there is no light in the lighthouse. Though the compulsion to investigate can be resisted, there is an almost overwhelming urge to go, to investigate, to re-ignite the flame before it is too late!

The question is getting out there. The fishermen, when the lighthouse is mentioned, will make warding gestures and look terrified. All will resolutely refuse to sail out, muttering incomprehensible curses and lashing their boats securely to the shore. There will be no fishing tonight. The lighthouse, from the docks and shores, is out in the water on a rocky outcrop that nobody remembers being there, though any Trenchy asked will pale at the mention. The only way to get out there is to swim. It is a hard, dangerous swim, but the tide is coming in, rather than going out, so the riptide is not pulling down. It can be done, or a raft can be hastily made. When clambering up the stone steps to the lone lighthouse, it is apparent its door is ajar. And within? Horror awaits.

The insides of the tower are caked in viscuous, green blood. The Lighthouse itself is barely standing. It looks as if a thunderous, colossal fist has battered it repeatedly, the building nearly collapsing at every step. It does not actually break apart, but those who ascend the steps find themselves fighting not to slip on old, caked and thick blood that smells of roses. The contact with the blood isn't doing anything good to the person's sanity and hallucinations of the screams of the dying can be heard, along with shrieks of "What is it?" at the top of someone's voice. An increase in corruption is possible here, though not required. The more one contacts the blood, the greater the risk is. In the top of the lighthouse, dismembered, skeletal remains lay in gobs of what may once have been flesh. One of them holds desperately a torch in their hand, and there is a lighter present. One look out into the night will see a great vessel approaching, broken, its sails tattered and ruined. there is little time, and hopefully the lighter works!

The moment the torch lights the lamp in the lighthouse, the ship veers away from a collision course that would have destroyed the lighthouse and likely the flimsy rock outcropping on which it stood. Shades of dead sailors stare in horror at those who man the lighthouse today, the ship sailing away into the night. All are pointing beyond, and if you look over your shoulder, you can barely see a collosal figure in shadow walking into the town beyond, seemingly confused and wailing. Nothing further happens, and when the people in the lighthouse reach shore again, they will find upon turning back that it is gone, as is the outcropping, though a close inspection does see the remains of a shallow of stone there where the island once stood.

Note: The Ghost ship cannot be interacted with. If someone has the ability to reach it, they will pass through it only to realize it is nothing more than a memory in the land. Fragments of rotted wood and broken masonry can be found in the water below, covered in countless barnacles. Nothing within them shows any proof of what once transpired. There is a risk of corruption from blood exposure, though this is very much up to the players if they wish to incorporate it.

No Trenchy will willingly speak of what transpired, though a careful investigation at the Pale Sanctuary may find a tome among the sacred texts associated with Cloverfield. Reading from it, one might find a forgotten marking that the first sighting of Cloverfield, long ago, saw the collapse of the original lighthouse. No Disciple recalls the incident, and none will speak of it.

FRIEND OR FOE
WHEN: Anytime in October
WHERE: At the frindges of the main districts
CONTENT WARNINGS: demonic bugs, Bug Horror, Grotesque death, Self mutilation, Bug Infestation


The first thing that alerts you to the danger is the screams. They are agonizing, gut-wrenching and full of naked horror. When traveling near the edge of any of the districts, particularly the Crenshaw district, it is possible at times to witness a truly horrifying sight. The screams, if investigated, come upon the grisly attack of a horde of not exactly wasps but closer to demonic insects swarming over a person. They shriek, their whole form shrouded by the terrible creatures as they're being stun and the things seem to be extruding some sort of substance to cocoon them while still alive to one of the trees. There is no cry for help, as the person is clearly unaware of who is there, but do you reach out to save them?

If you do not, the scene is horrific and grisly beyond reckoning. The wasps trap the hapless victim against a tree, grafting the extruded paper all over their screaming visage to form a new wasp nest before they ultimately begin crawling inside of them, devouring them from the inside out and implanting their eggs in the new 'home' created for them. It is at this time that the palpable danger may dawn upon you. The infernal bugs have not yet seen you, but they seem to be aware that there is other life around. Do you take this moment to try and beat a hasty retreat, or do you fight it out with the bugs? They can be destroyed, but only by means of abilities and powers that destroy multiples at once, such as great gouts of flame. Hopefully you have a coldblood present! Fleeing them is easier, but can you leave this person to their fate? Still, if instead you observe and take no action, eventually the bugs seem to notice you, and though they swarm near, as long as they are not attacked, they seem to do nothing.

Strange.

If, however, you try to save the victim, a very different scene plays out. The same rules apply to fight the swarm, and if you stop them short of killing their victim, you will see just who it is that you have saved. There, mutilated through self scarification and brutally altered in horrible ways that seem almost fetishistic, is one of the blood crazed zealots. Despite being weakened and badly injured, they lash out at you, their defender. The power that they wield with their blood is incredible, and they demonstrate an ability to wield it that is well documented. The only note is that no Cold-blooded Zealots are present, and so their powers are not represented this time. However, they are drained and though they pose a threat to your life, they can be killed here with a bit of care, can be resisted with great difficulty and certainly be escaped. Either way, there is no true reward for having killed them other than knowing that you have done so. Why are they here? Alone?

It is almost as if they were an advance scout, and the wasps were someone's defense against them, someone's early warning.

CODING
wingstosee: (shouldhaveknown)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-14 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
i don't know??
maybe there are people who just. don't hear Him
which is weird to me but it's not like He's said anything since gotten in


[ he's just. not gonna comment on that "wanting him to stop fucking talking" part. because one, this person seems like they could kick his ass if he said anything, and two, he kind of agrees. which is a sin, but, well. it's not like he's gonna run out of those any time soon. ]

i mean
that seems different though?
like. it's not a silly joke. just kind of a sad one


[ he doesn't correct her about it being a joke past that. he's not gonna disagree, after all. ]

wingstosee: (curiosity)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-14 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
Oh! A barter system...

[ he looks both excited and vaguely terrified. he's read about those! just. in books, not in person. neptune took care of all the trading at camp because she told him to his face that he'd just get ripped off if he even tried. ]

And a sanctuary...? [ like, a church? he sounds. hesitant. ] I guess the orphanage isn't the worst idea, but... I mean, I'm not an orphan? It feels like that's. Cheating the system, I guess...
necroprince: (naomistares 3)

[personal profile] necroprince 2022-10-14 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
[She hums.

This one has a hatred barely stapled down by fear. Hate of God and all that He deems good and just. No doubt there's a reason. It doesn't really occur to her that it's not the same God, though even she can see that this sect is truly very bizarre. She watches him, carefully, her eyes a deep purple that don't belong to her. She supposes she did start casting, didn't she?

And beyond that, there's something more. Something dangerous.]


Sounds like you're speaking from experience. Well, I do love a good tragic backstory.

They believe He's perfect. That doesn't mean anything. Power lies where people believe it lies. It's one of the first lessons you learn when you're being groomed to rule.

[She rests her head against her skeletal hand, it's cold, and hard. It reminds her of home.]
shiro2hero: (black garlic dorito man)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2022-10-14 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah. The beach has a lot of things people are willing to take in trades. I pick up the agates every time I help the Wakers.

[In between, you know, helping people who were formerly squids.]

[A nod.] It's apparently free from blood corruption - so they called it Sanctuary. And don't worry, really. Koz, whoever he is, only ever has a problem with people who hate kids staying over.

[Trust him, Venus, you do not want to be cruel to a child in that place. It ends poorly.]

But ... a lot of abandoned apartments and houses are free game. Cross my heart, people can just claim a house, here.
doghouses: (📻 and I want you)

Harry Mason | Silent Hill | Vileblood

[personal profile] doghouses 2022-10-14 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
📻 I. arrival

[The last memory that Harry has is something akin to a dream.

Oh, dying was vivid in his mind. How could it not be? The sudden stabbing he'd suffered, bleeding out, and his last thoughts being oh, I don't want her to find me like this. But it was almost like there'd been more, walking, blood left behind, leaving his bedroom... No, that had to have been a dream, surely.

Yet, for all the thoughts of dreams and death, he's very much cold and damp, shivering as he pulls his shirt on after having found it, then reaches for his coat. Worn out, familiar, seems right. At least there doesn't appear to be any blood stains. He'd almost believe that he really dreamt up the whole thing if it wasn't for the scars he'd found on himself.

Blinking slowly, he looks up, trying to determine what to do next. This isn't anywhere near home, nor does it look to be that damned town either. So what then? Where is he?

Those thoughts are quickly stifled when he notices something on the shore. Is that... a an arm?

When he approaches, he's relieved to see that isn't the case, though he honestly isn't certain how tense he'd have been to see a real body part. A prosthetic is almost novel.]


Huh. [Absently, he picks up the arm, giving it a look. It could be lost, but that's an optimistic thought. Probably disposed of. Well, worst case scenario, he can hang onto it like the weird protagonist klepto he is for now until he finds a place for it.

Should you be in his vicinity, he awkwardly holds up the arm and says:]


Can I give you a hand...?

[oh god why did he say that please laugh jesus christ help]


📻 II. you wouldn't bee-lieve it

[Some people might hesitate even a little bit upon seeing someone covered in a swarm of stinging insects. Maybe it's old instinct of seeing some truly horrifying things when he'd been about 18 years younger, but he doesn't even really hesitate: instead, he's picking up the closest thing he can grab (tree branch obtained) and he's rushing in to help.

Swatting away at the insects, Harry is reaching in without thinking, grabbing for the swarmed person to free them.]


Come on, I have you!

[Only, he's thanked in probably the worst way possible: the victim lashes out, practically growling at Harry, but it's a weak enough swat that even someone of Harry's age is able to dodge, albeit clumsily.

Instead of being horrified at being attacked, instead Harry lets out a sigh and mutters with the most tired voice possible:]
Yeah, of course.

[Well. He squares up, and holds up the branch like it's some kind of baseball bat.]


📻 III. network

text | un: radioshow
Hello.

Sorry, I've never been big on using the internet to begin with so I'm not really sure what's the best way to go about this.

My name is Harry.
I'm checking to see if my daughter is here
That's the most important thing for me to know.
Her name is Heather
Short blonde hair
She's a teenager just turned eighteen
Thank you for your time.
foulhussy: (pic#14402254)

[personal profile] foulhussy 2022-10-14 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
weird

[ There is absolutely nothing else she can say about his bizarre broadcast theology. She wasn't even aware of mass communications before the beginning of this year. ]

well the omnis here dont pick up your god so youre free i guess
now youre the atheist
or find something else to pray to if youre so caught up on that shit
not one of the pthumerians though. fuck them.
shiro2hero: (HAHA dad jokes are great)

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[personal profile] shiro2hero 2022-10-14 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Okay, so. It's a perfectly normal day on the Trench Beach. Helping out the Wakers, by gently tossing some squids back into the sea, or waiting around with others while they found their legs again (literally). No problem, nothing out of the ordinary.]

[Uh.]

[Until that.]

[Until someone is offering a hand out to him, literally, and in that moment, Shiro has a flash of Dad Joke Envy so strong he didn't think it was possible. He's standing there, gaping at Harry for a moment. A long, long moment.]

[And then? And then, Shiro just... loses it. He has to put his hands on his knees, trying to keep himself from curling up like a cooked shrimp, he's laughing so hard. Oh - that feels good. It's nice to be laughing almost too hard to breathe.]


I-I think - I think I'm - already - well armed.
doghouses: (pic#)

[personal profile] doghouses 2022-10-14 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
[OH SWEET RELIEF HE IS A BIT RELIEVED and also glad it was not insensitive because this man, evidently, definitely has a prosthetic already oops.

Still, he can't help but smile in return, chuckling tiredly before he makes his approach.]


Well, I guess I was kind of... going out on a limb, wasn't I?
shiro2hero: (who wants FRO YO)

[personal profile] shiro2hero 2022-10-14 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
No - no. You uh. You were really...

[JFC Shiro, breathe. Please breathe. On the plus side, though, he actually looks like a young man again, despite the white hair, the normal worry lines all over his face.]

... humerus.

[Harry, you're his new favorite person in town right now.]
survivalthroughhate: ([TCW 14] All too easy)

[personal profile] survivalthroughhate 2022-10-14 08:12 am (UTC)(link)
For a moment, it looked like Maul was actually going to respect what Ritsuka had said and let the boy go. But Maul, while doing better, still often acted in his own selfish self-interests. Ritsuka still made him think of that desire still in his mind of coveting more power, being able to gain it if he only knew where to look. So after a few moments he followed the catboy. He quickly caught up to him with long strides.

"You're going to just start wandering about a strange city without hearing any information about it first?" He tutted in disappointment. "You're usually much smarter than this."
survivalthroughhate: ([TPM 14] Hooded mid)

cw: physical and mental child abuse

[personal profile] survivalthroughhate 2022-10-14 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Maul listens and this....it sounds oddly familiar, being dragged unwillingly into the past sometimes. He thinks of how his mind will latch onto moments from his childhood when stimulated by the right sensations, wearing a deep groove in his mind thinking about how Sidious would shock him with Force Lightning to force obedience from his apprentice.

Eventually, it wasn't even just the act itself, painful as it was. It also had to do with the reminder of what it all represented, the terror and helplessness that Maul felt as a young boy, scared out of his mind as he tried so hard and kept failing to keep his master from hurting him for no reason other than pure sadism.]


Can any warrior become afflicted with this? Not just soldiers?
hauntedsavior: (⚡ with their sights in heaven)

[personal profile] hauntedsavior 2022-10-14 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[anna laughs along with him, and she's thrilled that her stupid jokes can still get such a reaction sometimes. especially if they help him feel relaxed at all or somehow just more comfortable. it's what she wants.]

I mean, it's not really the best thing, but she's also not really my sister. Lot of grey areas around here, you know? We make our families where we can find them, and we live our lives the best we can. Very "we're all in this together" vibes.

[she has a bit of a singsong lilt to her voice when she says that line, but doesn't bother explaining it.]

Kind of the same where you come from, or no?
fogsong: (19)

iii

[personal profile] fogsong 2022-10-14 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Harry Mason? [ she's read that post over and over and over again. she's afraid to hope that it's really him so she double-checks and tries to balance that hope even though everything checks out. ] It's Heather.

[ even though she definitely doesn't go by Heather anymore but she knows their aliases were important. she'll have to tell him they're relatively safe here, that he can go back to being Chris and they can be themselves and he doesn't have to work so hard anymore to protect her. ]
doghouses: (📻 here with me)

[personal profile] doghouses 2022-10-14 04:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[It was Morris for awhile, but he trusts that she knows what she's doing. Cheryl was always clever, after all.]

I'm glad you're safe, sweetie.

Where are you?
fogsong: (50)

[personal profile] fogsong 2022-10-14 04:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Come on, you know I can handle anything. Even the crazy shit. [ she's practically vibrating with joy, already getting dressed and slipping on the white leather vest he'd gotten her for her birthday. ]

I'm actually leaving the house to come to you so you're gonna have to tell me where you're at. I've been here a little while now and I promise I can find you faster than you can find me.
wingstosee: (dismay)

2; realized the angle i wanted to take here

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-14 05:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there's a familiar sound near harry - a sound that approaches at a fair clip, about the speed of a young man's run. it's the sound of radio static, whining and wailing and coiling in on itself.

something dangerous is near.
]

Get back! [ a boy's voice - a high tenor, shaky and panicked. ] Trust me! Just- Get away from him!
wingstosee: (shouldhaveknown)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-14 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh. she's... she's a lot closer than he expected. he fidgets and squirms, his shoulders ducking down as he tries to take up a little less space than usual. ]

Oh. Right. That's... probably a good idea, huh.

[ he doesn't really know where to go to find a bandage around here. and... he feels like he probably shouldn't ask? it's weird. ]
individualist: (Default)

[personal profile] individualist 2022-10-14 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
That's right. Should the world as we know it persist just because it was "first"?

[Sure he wants to bring things back to how they were before God - a bloody, violent society - but one that would be pure change. Built on merits and the fairness of nature, not artificial structures and heirarchies masquerading as the natural order.

Change is good. A constant, evolving world - not one of stangation.
]

That ideas are tried, tested, modified or even discarded when they no longer work, if ever they did - it's a fine perspective to have. Many are too comfortable with what they've always known to think how you do.

[He gestures to the arm.]

Even that is proof of your beliefs. If every part were eventually worn and replaced, would it be the same arm? It does not matter, because it would inherit the spirit of the original. It would function just as it always had and it would continue to do so, because it too changed.
wingstosee: (dismay)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-14 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ trumpets might as well sound. venus's savior has arrived, gleaming and golden in his glory. and when venus sees him drop from the heavens, majestic in his might and wielding his penile spear of destiny, he cries out in awe: ]

OH MY GOD?????

[ or maybe that's just terror. it certainly seems that way, with the way he dives backwards to try and get out of the way. ]

No!! Go right ahead!! I don't! Want it!!!!
Edited 2022-10-14 20:10 (UTC)
wingstosee: (neutral)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-14 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
...not really. Not any more than anyone else.

[ because it's the truth, isn't it? it's not as if he's got some horrible, tragic backstory. or if he does, then it's just as tragic as everyone else's. the simple fact of the matter is this: there are millions, billions, of others just like him dealing with this exact same shit. ]

If power works that way, doesn't it mean everything then? I mean, you just said it. People believe He's perfect, and people believe He's omnipotent. So as far as the world's concerned, he is. [ he crosses his arms, finally dropping his gaze from the lights in the corners of his eyes; his gaze trails away, to the side and then towards ianthe herself. ] I don't really know anything about ruling or anything like that, but...

[ hold up. sorry. one moment. there's a moment of complete silence - and then: ]

Um. [ a beat. ] Is your hand. Alright?
wingstosee: (idlethoughts)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-14 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
that's not how atheism works???

i'm pretty sure it isn't at least. like i still know he exists, he just
isn't talking to me. i guess
and i'd really rather not pray to anything else if that's ok?

i guess i should ask
what is a pthumerian exactly. other than hard to say and type
wingstosee: (idlethoughts)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-14 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh. Huh. [ he doesn't sound like he really gets it, but he asks after a moment: ] Oh, it's like a found family thing? I guess that makes sense. It seems like you'd kind of have to do that instead of just... Waiting for a squid you know.

[ listen. he's read fic. he understands. ]

...not really. [ it's a little blunt, even though he's not trying to be. ] I mean, Kansas just kind of sucks in general? And you're supposed to honor your father and mother, and your Father in heaven, and all of that. So you don't really get a chance to find family that fits you better, and if you do it's probably against God's will, so you're just kind of screwed either way.

[ it's delivered very matter of factly, for something that has some subversive and sacrilegious things embedded within it. ]

I guess camp was... Kind of like that? But you're not even supposed to group up with more than one person, there. That's not how God's plan works, even though they assign three to a group so you don't have any choice but to leave someone out. So you just... join up with a group, and you try to pretend to be friends, and you just choose someone to be a little less loved than the others. That's how things work back home.

[ it would have been him. it would so obviously have been him, if he'd stayed. ]
Edited 2022-10-14 20:37 (UTC)
hauntedsavior: (⚡ jaded bones of blackened marrow)

[personal profile] hauntedsavior 2022-10-14 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, christ.

[yes, that's kind of the point. she sighs deeply and puts both hands on the boardwalk, leaning back so she can look up at the sky just a little.]

So it's like that, huh? Well, let me tell you, kid. Family that raised me, they were real big into Catholicism too. They fuckin' love the big man upstairs. Never sent me away to bible camp or anything, just took me and my sister to church every Sunday and made damn sure we said our prayers before we went to bed. But I never really knew how much they loved Him until I tried telling them about my girlfriend. [she picks up her far hand and examines her nails, curling her fingers inward.] Turns out it's "more than they loved me".

[she turns her head so she can catch his eye.]

God's plan can suck my girlfriend's cock. If your love isn't big enough for everybody then what kind of god are you.
wingstosee: (smilingsoft)

cw: self-directed transmisogyny lmaooooo

[personal profile] wingstosee 2022-10-14 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's weird. he shouldn't smile. he shouldn't be happy to hear any of this. he knows that, that's sort of the whole point. god before family, and all that. but-

-but there's still an odd smile that crosses her face as anna talks about her family, the tiniest crackle of static interference from the radio in venus's pack. he's really found someone who Gets It, huh. he stifles a giggle at the cocksucking comment - it's a funny metaphor, he gets it, he knows girls don't have dicks already - trying desperately to at least appear somewhat dignified.
]

...yeah. A pretty crappy one, huh? [ there's a tone to his voice, somewhere between amusement and wistfulness. bittersweet. nostalgic. ] You would have liked Neptune. You talk like her.

[ he looks down at the arm for a moment. then he finally stops his work to focus entirely on anna. ]

You don't have to worry about offending me or anything. [ he's trying to be helpful. really, he is. ] I, uh... the Bible camp I went to wasn't for good kids. J- One girl I know got sent in for liking girls. Another girl got called slutty all the time, just because she was prettier than them and didn't pretend otherwise.

[ he laughs, awkwardly but genuinely, rubbing at the back of his neck. ]

And, um - I don't really know what your girlfriend's like, but I'm sure she's really cool. Like you.
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[personal profile] foulhussy 2022-10-14 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
dont really bother with that either.

[ If gods exist, they've never been any help to her. ]

their these really powerful things that are all around this place.
have all kinds of crazy powers.
some of them are the reason the world is like this
and they like fucking around with people.
their hard to understand
dont act like people do.
not in some good way
most of them are bastards.

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