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finalhorrors​:

apples,   he   has   come   to   learn,   are   sweetest   when   picked   just   before   they’re   ripe.     he   has   long - since   lost   track   of   how   many   he’s   picked   &   how   many   apple   pies   &   batches   of   cider   he’s   made   out   of   them,   but   it’s   only   made   him   an   expert.     but   to   dwell   on   the   thought   would   mean   giving   in   to   the   pride   so   easily   slipped   into,   so   he   raises   a   ladle   of   apple   cider,   dark,   expectant   eyes   on   @ezerkenegdc.

“ 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕   𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚝𝚛𝚢   𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜?     𝚒   𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔   𝚒𝚝   𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜   𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎   𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗,   𝚋𝚞𝚝   .   .   .   𝚒   𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍   𝚋𝚎   𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐. ”

opening   scene   /   [ ▸ ]   featuring   @ezerkenegdc

because  of  you,    in  gardens  of  blossoming  flowers  i  ache  from  the  perfumes  of  spring. i  have  forgotten  your  face,    i  no  longer  remember  your  —        aching  words  so  quickly  forgotten  as  the  other  speaks. the  powder  blue  poetry  book  is  closed  around  her  thumb  as  she  leans  forward  in  her  chair  to  taste  what  was  offered. she  hummed  thoughtfully  as  the  warm  liquid  filled  her  mouth,    her  eyes  closed  as  if  that  would  help  the  thoughts  come  with  more  clarity.  “    have  you  added  any  clove  to  this?    i  think  that  would  help.”     she  offered.

#finalhorrors #who are they #what are they doing #how did they get here #❝ nobody is home right now ❞ → queue

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cyberpawn​:

    “You…” It’s strange to feel oneself empathize to the people you were told were monsters. Why did the stranger tell them about the starvation of herself and her loved ones? Why did it hurt to hold such a small pumpkin? Why did Vale feel like they were a little kid found with their hand in the cookie jar? Why did they feel so small? Why were they frozen in their spot, their old sneaker gently kicking a pebble aside? Their voice is gentle and a bit ashamed. “What do you mean you guys are starving? Don’t you have lots of farms?”

she  turns  her  face  from  the  light  as  sadness  drapes  around  her  like  a  familiar  second  skin.  the  farms,    the  farms.  hope  county  had  once  been  covered  in  rich  farmland  that  obeyed  no  fence  line. neighbor  shared  with  neighbor  and  there  had  been  enough  to  go  around,    but  then  the  rot  began  to  eat  away  at  the  roots,    and  brotherly  love  was  quickly  killed  out  back  behind  the  barn. it  was  everyone  for  themselves  with  arguments  breaking  out  by  the  scarecrows  and  petty  backstabbing  occurring  between  watering  cycles,  but,  even  then,  there  had  been  a  quiet  respect  because  there  were  still  mouths  to  feed. for  years  this  fragile  peace  endured  until  the  first  field  went  up  in  flames,  and  then  another,  and  then  another. they  could  have  survived  that  too,    but  then  the  silos  were  blown  in  rapid  succession. there  was  nothing  left,  and  no  time. her  lip  quivered,    her  stomach  panged.   what  of  the  children?    “  not  anymore,  i’m  afraid.”

#cyberpawn #❝ nobody is home right now ❞ → queue

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cyberpawn​:

    “I-I’m…I’m here ‘cause we’re hungry. My friends, got some family too, we…” Fuck, this was so bad, but everything about them screamed suspicion if they didn’t show themself. With the small pumpkin cradled in their arms, Vale stepped closer from the shadows. Vale showed themself, their messy brown hair with hints of mottled red and blue dye obvious under the few lights outside. “My name’s Vale. Lots of people back home got their farms ransacked, and I figured I could steal a pumpkin and get a lot of use out of it. Pumpkin seeds could get planted or roasted and the rest of the pumpkin can get used to make food.”

    Showing that they weren’t unreasonable, Vale sat the pumpkin down on the ground. “People are starving and I don’t know what to do.”

“    take  it.   ”    her  soft  heart  would  not  allow  them  to  leave  empty  handed,    but  what  about  her  people?    had  the  stranger  come  months  before,    she  would  not  have  thought  twice  about  sharing  the  crops,    but  then  someone  blew  the  stockpile  silos  throughout  the  valley,    and  years  of  hard  work  had  been  destroyed  within  the  width  of  a  heartbeat. hannah  had  been  tasked  with  ensuring  that  there  was  enough  food  to  go  around  during  their  seven  years  below,  and  with  the  collapse  on  the  horizon,    there  was  not  enough  time  to  resupply. there  was  hardly  a  pound  of  food  per  person  to  go  around,  and  every  farm  had  been  over  planted  weeks  ago  in  hopes  of  changing  that.   “   but  only  that  one,   because  we  are  too.   ”

#cyberpawn

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ofpsalms​:

 @ezerkenegdc​ gets a one liner ( x )

❝ Oh thank God… my car broke down about a half mile back. I was hoping for a little help. ❞

the  autumn  painted  leaves  crunched  beneath  agatha’s  hooves  as  she  was  guided  through  the  shadowed  woods  to  reach  the  neighbording  farmlands. hannah  looked  one  way  and  then  the  other  as  they  reached  the  road  with  the  intention  of  crossing  it,    but  stopped  short  when  an  unfamiliar  voice  called  out. “    ‘m  sorry,    i  don’t  have  a  phone  with  me  ,    but  the  delaynes  might. ”      hannah  replied  while  gesturing  to  the  faded  red  barn  in  the  distance.  

#ofpsalms #hello :)

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high schooler hale & hannah seed (@ezerkenegdc) now with a meme properly drawn for them.

#endavatar #shout out to the seed family you’ve just grown by one! #az this is so cute wtf #I love it and will put it on the back of my eyelids so I can always look at it

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the  flickering  fluorescent  light  bathed  the  cramped  concrete  bathroom  in  a  beryl  blue  shade  causing  what  had  been  crimson  and  puce  to  appear  pitch  and  pallid  in  the  cracked  mirror. a  sharp  inhale  at  the  sight,  a  sharper  exhale  shortened  by  staccato  deep  coughs  that  had  her  breaking  eye  contact  with  the  cadaverous  reflection  looking  back  at  her. when  the  coughing  fit  subsided,  she  twisted  the  cold  water  tap  and  scrubbed  from  forearm  to  fingertip  with  the  same  fervor  as  lady  macbeth  did  with  her  damned  spot  until  the  water  was  running  clear  and  the  ache  fluttering  across  her  knuckles  slightly  dulled  down.  there  was  nothing  equally  clean  enough  to  dry  her  hands  with  so  they  hung  lamely  above  the  basin  until  the  dripping  slowed  and  her  courage  had  time  to  gather  around  her.  only  then  did  she  dare  to  let  her  gaze  fall  below  her  shoulders  to  inspect  the  burn  stretching  across  the  right  side  of  her  body. a  hesitant  finger  reached  out  to  touch  it  to  see  if  there  was  still  feeling  there,    but  contact  was  not  established  for  long  because  as  soon  as  flesh  met  singed  flesh  tears  poured  down  her  ruddy  cheeks  and  she  was  biting  her  own  bicep  to  keep  from  crying  out  and  waking  miriam. the  pretty  fabric  she  had  chosen  to  wear  that  morning  that  had  once  draped  loosely  across  her  ribs  and  soft  stomach  no  longer  were  separate,    and  trying  to  do  so  only  resulted  in  blood  and  more  tears.  blindly  she  reached  behind  her  to  shut  the  door  as  her  pained  noises  grew  in  volume  only  to  remember  belatedly  that  the  doors  had  been  removed  from  their  hinges  for  protective  measures. 

                                        always  the  fool  with  the  slowest  heart.

  the  radiation,    he  explained  as  he  laid  the  hammer  at  her  bare  feet.  and  the  concussion,    he  added  as  he  crawled  across  the  mottled  length  of  her  body  to  lay  against  her  back.  you  could  pass  out  from  either,    the  doors  will  have  to  go  until  i  know  that  the  dangers  have  passed,   he  said  as  he  pressed  kisses  along  the  curve  of  her  shoulder  as  she  faced  resolutely  away  from  him,    every  inch  of  her  as  stiff  as  she  could  muster  in  the  moment.   what  if  i  couldn’t  get  to  you?  or  you  couldn’t  get  to  our  daughter?  what  then?    he  cooed  as  he  pressed  his  stubbled  cheek  against  the  crown  of  her  soot  covered  head.   baby,  baby,    aren’t  you  overjoyed?    our  daughter.   our  daughter  is  with  us,  again!    she  flinched  at  the  use  of  the  shared  determiner,    our  ,    neither  of  them  deserved  to  carry  the  title  that  it  implied  after  what  stretched  between  them.  there  was  too  much  pain,    too  much  pain  ,    and  he  wanted  to  pretend  that  there  was  something  more  than  biology  tethering  them  together?    hannah  wanted  to  hit  him  all  over  again  as  the  thoughts  of  their  failure  continued  to  spiral  and  build  within  her.  it  was  his  fault  that  they  had  been  set  to  this  path,    but  it  was  also  hers  for  never  thinking  to  stray  from  it,    to  never  look  too  closely  at  his  story.  grief  blinded  her  and  he  knew  it.  she  moved  then,  her  elbow  making  contact  with  his  rib  cage  causing  him  to  sigh  before  seeking  her  mouth  with  his.  she  attempted  to  deny  him,  but  his  hand  found  the  burn  which  brought  about  a  stillness  allowing  for  the  affection  he  wanted  to  be  gained. he  promised  to  return  shortly  with  medicine  for  it  before  removing  himself  from  her  bed  and  the  room  with  the  doors  tucked  under  his  arm  and  a  smile  on  his  face  as  if  he  had  completed  a  task  on  his  honey  to-do  list  for  her. 

                                            how  was  i  supposed  to  see  the  way?

her  jaw  trembled  as  her  teeth  bared  down  once  more. the  pain  was  becoming  too  much  and  what  her  husband  professed  to  fear  was  becoming  more  reasonable  by  the  second. she  did  not  want  to  pass  out. she  did  not  want  to  make  him  right. hadn’t  she  done  that  enough?    hannah  reached  for  the  counter  to  steady  herself  when  a  clanging  noise  echoed  behind  her. a  rattling  of  some  sort  followed  that  she  did  not  immediately  place,  but  once  she  did,  it  was  with  sobering  and  chilling  clarity:    the  handcuffs.  miriam’s  handcuffs,  to  be  exact.  she  wasn’t  sure  where  joseph  found  them,    if  they  had  been  from  his  own  arrest  or  if  he  thought  to  steal  them  before  pulling  their  bodies  from  the  crumpled  truck,    but  that  really  wasn’t  all  that  important  in  the  grand  scheme  of  their  current  situation,  was  it?    what  she  did  know  was  that  this  was  also  for  their  protection.  keeping  her  confined  to  her  bed  was  going  to  be  difficult,    he  had  lamented  as  he  lifted  their  daughter’s  bird  bone  wrist  to  the  brutalist  metal  bed  frame.  he  continued  his  speech  from  there,  but  the  delirium  keeping  her  bound  to  her  bed  also  kept  her  from  comprehending  any  full  sentences  or  meaning  from  it.  how  long  ago  was  that  one-sided  conversation? 

                                                turn  off  all  alarms  and  lie  to  me.

the  charred  parts  of  hannah’s  body  are  hastily  angled  away  from  miriam’s  narrowed  line  of  vision  as  she  moves  to  soothe  her  child.  she  wanted  to  assuage  her  that  everything  in  the  end  would  be  well  and  right,    but  the  other  parent  beat  her  to  the  conversation  leaving  no  room  for  her  soft  words.  she  did  not  speak  when  he  spoke,    she  did  not  move  when  he  moved;    this  was  the  way.   joseph  was  seated  in  a  dinged  silver  and  brown  chair  that  was  angled  towards  miriam   with  his  legs  stretched  out  before  him  so  far  that  they  disappeared  beneath  the  bed  itself. a  familiar  and  relaxed  pose,    but  his  nose  was  crooked  a  little  too  far  to  the  left,    his  eyes  a  little  too  ringed  with  purpling  bruises  for  there  to  be  any  comfort  to  be  found  in  the  familiarity.   what  a  sight  he  must  make  to  miriam  now,    lording  over  her  in  this  righteousness.   what  a  sight  she  must  make,    kneeling  at  his  side  with  her  clean  hands  against  his  thigh.   “    please,  joseph.  ”     she  hysterically  begged  as  tears  sprung  anew.   “   please,  don’t  do  this.  ”  he  raised  an  eyebrow  as  if  to  say:    do  what?    and  hannah  tilted  her  chin  in  miriam’s  yelling  direction  as  if  to  say:   this,   to  her.  

                                                        haven’t i given enough?

“   it’s  been  a  long  day.   you  must  be  tired.   ”    joseph  reasoned  all  honey  like  as  the  night  reached  the  darkest  point.  his  rough  hand,    which  she  once  admired  for  its  shapely  appearance,   wrapped  possessively  around  her  wrist  as  he  reached  beside  the  chair  to  grab  a  canary  yellow  med  kit  bursting  at  the  seams.  he  began  to  set  the  bag  on  the  corner  of  the  twin  bed,  but  miriam’s  sock-covered  feet  stopped  him  short  as  they  feverishly  kicked  in  his  direction.  the  look  he  gave  her  was  that  of  a  benevolent  father  as  he  laid  the  kit  instead  on  his  unoccupied  thigh.  from  within he  pulls  a  squat  vial  of  colorless  liquid  with  a  smudged  label  and  a  thin  syringe  tipped  with  a  capped  needle. hannah  began  to  fight  as  his  teeth  wrapped  around  the  cap,    his  intentions  had  become  clear.  she  didn’t  know  what  was  in  the  vial,  didn’t  know  what  it  could  do,    and  she  didn’t  know  if  it  would  be  used  to  harm  miriam  further.  he  held  fast  though,    and  shushed  her  as  the  needle  punctured  the  thin  membrane  keeping  the  clear  liquid  trapped.  instead  of  tugging,    she  tried  pushing,    if  he  fell  maybe  she  could    —    ?    the  needle  pressed  against  the  crook  of  her  elbow,    the  plunger  is  pressed  down  swiftly,    and  the  fight  is  quelled.  as  her  last  act  she  bites  not  her  own  flesh,    but  his,   where  her  own  face  marked  his  salty  skin.   it  is  strange  to  know  what  both  versions  of  you  taste  like.   the  world  was  an  endless  night  as  her  daughter  howled,  and  her  husband  hummed.

                                                                given enough?

twice,    the  sun  uselessly  traveled  across  the  sky  before  hannah  found  the  strength  to  open  her  eyes  in  the  darkened  room.  leaving  her  decumbent  position  felt  impossible,    so  her  sleep  laden  limbs  did  what  her  eyes  could  not.  ringless  fingers  crossed  mountains  and  valleys  taking  stock  of  the  damage  that  remained  until  they  shyly  reached  the  bandage  wrapped  loosely  around  her  midsection.  the  metallic  butterfly  had  wings  that  easily  parted  as  she  peeled  away  layer  by  layer  until  her  stomach  was  made  bare.  her  mouth  went  dry  as  the  filtered  air  pressed  drafty  kisses  along  the  damage.   what  did  it  look  like?   did  it  look  as  disgusting  as  she  felt?   before  the  exploration  could  continue  to  what  had  become  of  the  rest  of  her,    a  voice  she  terribly  missed  broke  the  silence.   "    you  know  he  will  never  let  us  leave,  right?   you  know  this  is  our  grave.   "  @prodigcl  confessed ,   her  voice  like  a  croak.   with  little  care  for  the  pain  it  caused,  hannah  rested  her  chin  against  her  shoulder  as  she  sought  the  outline  of  her  daughter  in  the  dimness  and  found  that  while  her  injuries  appeared  to  be  taken  care  of  ,     her  wrist  was  still  bound  above  her  head.   they  had  failed  there  it  seemed,    but  that  could  be  their  only  failure  if  there  was  going  to  be  a  chance  of  survival.   “  no,”    hannah  firmly  replied.  “    no,    i  won’t  let  it  be  yours. i  have  failed  you  too  many  times  before,    and  i  will  not  fail  you  again .” 

#bunker tag #prodigcl #:)c #i am in spain without the s

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@khirurg got me thinking about something I wrote all the way back in 2019 where jess killed hannah on accident thinking it was joe :’(

#❝ oh worm ? ❞ → ooc #my writing years ago was….. #a little rough #but I let it stand

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I honestly think Hannah should have a girlboss gang as her bodyguards. John has the smug @internuntio and Jacob has his bodyguard/child @kenneld so like —

#❝ oh worm ? ❞ → ooc #girl squad #lark and who???

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𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚍     ,     #𝚎𝚣𝚎𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚍𝚌

   ⤷     𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝    /    𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜    /    𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝    /    𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚢    /    𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚘

𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚒𝚜  𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚝  𝚏𝚊𝚛  𝚌𝚛𝚢  𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎  𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐  𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍  𝚘𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚏𝚎𝚠  𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚜  𝚘𝚏  𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗  𝚠𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎  𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝  𝚓𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚑  𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚍'𝚜  𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 .  𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍  𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛  𝚝𝚘  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚍𝚕𝚌  𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚊  𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝  𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎  𝚑𝚊𝚜  𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗  𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚖𝚢  𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 .  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎  𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕  𝚋𝚎  𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜  𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍  𝚘𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐  𝚍𝚞𝚎  𝚝𝚘  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎  𝚘𝚏  𝚝𝚑𝚎  𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚑𝚎𝚛   𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢,  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝  𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗  𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜  𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐  𝚒𝚜  𝟷𝟾+  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕  𝚗𝚘𝚝  𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝  𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑  𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛  𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜.

#pinned post. #this one is locked because the personal accounts found my other one

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❛ I’ll take care of you. ❜          +         [ STEADY ]:     sender gently catches and guides the emotionally distressed receiver against a wall in order to physically steady them.

     like  icarus  when  he  reached  for  the  sun,    the  helicopter  was  coming  down  in  rapid  circles  as  the  rotor  mast  burned  like  the  wax  that  attached  his  wings. hannah  watched  on  in  abject  horror  as  screams  filled  the  night,    her  feet  stumbling  and  squelching  in  the  mud  as  she  attempted  to  close  the  distance  between  herself  and  the  wreckage. project  members  reached  for  her,    grasped  at  the  hems  of  her  clothing  seeking  her  guidance,    fighting  to  hear  what  she  might  have  to  say,    but  her  mouth  was  already  open  and  the  only  thing  coming  out  was  too  quick,  too  sharp  breaths. the  helicopter  landed  upside  down  with  an  echoing  crash  and  the  world  seemed  to  tip  with  it. her  eyelashes  fluttered  against  her  cheeks  as  her  nervous  system  disengaged  as  her  hands  rose  to  cover  her  mouth  as  she  felt  the  contents  of  the  family  dinner  she  enjoyed  hours  before  ached  within  her  stomach. it  is  then  someone  grasps  her  around  the  waist  and  guides  her  backwards  with  no  resistance. she  couldn’t  provide  any  even  if  she  really  tried  because  her  body  had  fully  given  up  on  functioning  properly  as  the  fear  took  hold. the  only  thing  she  could  do  was  look  to  the  sight  of  the  accident  in  search  of  finding  the  recognizable  outline  of  her  husband  walking  away  from  it  all. as  the  walls  of  the  church  warmly  wrapped  around  the  pair,    and  hannah  is  guided  with  gentle  hands  to  look  into  familiar  eyes  on  the  wrong  face  ,    some  of  her  comes  back.  in  a  maddening  fluctuation,    she  pushes  him  away  and  tugs  him  closer  as  she  cycles  through  the  realization  that  her  husband  may  be  dead  and  that  there  still  could  be  a  chance.  

     his  fingers  are  in  her  hair  ,    along  her  jaw;    his  mouth  opens  ,    she  has  to  focus  to  hear  when  @devought​  says:       ❛  i’ll  take  care  of  you. ❜        

     her  crescent  indented  palm  slid  flatly  against  his  back,    half  holding  him  to  her  now  as  she  lowly  whimpered  in  response. it  wasn’t  supposed  to  be  like  this. the  family  had  spoken  at  extended  length  about  what  could  happen  when  the  authorities  came  looking,  but  it  was  never  supposed  to  be  like  this. the  priority  was  to  submit  willingly  to  the  law  and  forgo  the  violence  if  it  could  be  helped  then,  on  the  following  day  john  would  drive  through  the  tunnel  to  the  next  town  over  and  take  care  of  the  legal  proceedings  as  he  had  done  a  thousand  times  before  on  behalf  of  a  thousand  others. his  record  had  been  impeccable  and  things  would  proceed  as  planned  from  there. that’s  what  joseph  said. that’s  what  he  told  her  over  and  over  again. that  everything  would  be  okay  and  he  would  come  home  before  she  even  knew  he  was  away  from  it  but,  she  did  know  it. she  knew  it  the  second  he  was  led  away  from  the  church. he  was  to  be  gone  a  night,    maybe  two,    but  never  forever. the  yelling  reached  a  fever  pitch  not  too  far  from  where  they  were  pressed  against  the  wooden  walls  and  hannah  tried  to  look  to  see  the  cause,  but  found  she  couldn’t  when  the  fingers  on  her  jaw  pressed  a  little  harder  against  teeth  and  bone.   “    but  what  if  he’s  not  coming  home?     ”

#devought #local siblings hug for the first time at the worst time #i linked the one meme #but couldn't find the other #sorry gabey

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sanctemony​:

WHAT  WAS  ALL  THE  FUSS  ABOUT??  truly.  yes  the  dissenters  held  a  misplaced  confidence  due  to  this  new  bothersome  deputy.  (what  was  their  name  again??)  brothers  had  left  the  room,  both  jacob  and  joseph  as  the  baptist  scoffed,  chuckling  under  breath  he  still  sat  in  his  chair.  two  fingers  rub  against  right  eye.  there  was  a  familiar  ache  there,  a  throb.  though  smile  was  worn,  anger  simmered  just  below  leveled  surface.  a  crackling  mantle  that  allowed  magma  to  seep  through.  despite  placating  elder  brothers,  that  familiar  anger  warmed  a  cold  heart.  

one  leg  crossed  at  the  knee,  it  bounced  as  he  thought  and  thought!  and  thought!!  this  new  troublesome  outlier  had  decimated  another  silo,  which  was  not  brought  up  in  the  meeting.  tongue  rolled  over  lower  lip,  another  chuckle.  teeth  revealed  as  fist  collided  with  the  arm  of  the  plush  chair  he  still  sat  in.  thissssss  deputy!  he  reasoned  inwardly.  this  deputy  would  pay  but  not  with  their  life!  no  no.  no.  their  life  was  nothing,  pathetic.  useless.  no  they  would  not  be  martyred.  why,  they  just  needed  to  listen  to  reason,  and  who?  i  ask.  who  is  more  reasonable  then  the  baptist.  silver  tongue  and  bright  of  halo.  knuckle  rap  against  the  arm  now,  lightly.  insistently.  ‘  we  just  need  to  talk,  that’s  all.  show  them  the  correct  path,  my  path.  MINE.  ‘  spoken  out  loud  with  a  grin.  worry  forced  deeper  /  hidden.  

@ezerkenegdc

earlier  that  day,    prior  to  the  arrival  of  the  brothers,    hannah  had  decided  to  wear  the  largest  knitted  sweater  she  owned  and  to  open  all  of  the  windows  to  allow  for  the  crisp  autumn  air  to  come  and  chill  their  home. along  the  way  she  hummed  (  and  sometimes  off-key  sang)  a  song  she  had  heard  years  ago  on  the  radio  that  she  could  no  longer  remember  all  the  words  to  with  a  joyfulness  in  her  heart  that  had  been  missing  for  some  time. pillows  were  fluffed,  blankets  were  neatly  folded,  and  tiny  pumpkins  were  interwoven  throughout  the  sparse  decor  of  their  house. each  room  was  given  a  second  looking  over  as  she  walked  from  one  to  the  other  with  a  broom  and  dustpan  in  hand. once  satisfaction  was  reached  ,  she  found  her  way  back  to  the  kitchen  to  place  sever  large  honey-crisp  apples,  one  small  orange,  a  handful  of  cinnamon  sticks,  and  a  measure  only  her  heart  knew  of  clove,  allspice,  nutmeg,  and  brown  sugar  in  a  pot  of  warming  water  on  the  stove. 

  and  there,    in  the  sanctity  of  her  kitchen,    she  stayed  like  a  ghost  when  the  screen  door  groaned  as  it  opened  as  three  familiar  sets  of  footfalls  could  be  heard  coming  across  the  threshold. she  had  forgotten  who  was  coming  over  tonight  and  frozen  against  the  stove  as  if  her  stillness  would  protect  her  from  being  found  in  a  place  she  belonged. their  voices  raised  and  lulled  in  the  other  room  as  they  conversed  for  what  felt  like  hours  before  there  was  a  soft  scraping  of  furniture  against  the  floor,    two  sets  of  footsteps,  and  the  groaning  of  the  front  door  opening  again. when  the  unease  did  not  abate  with  their  departure  ,    hannah  filled  a  mug  nearly  to  the  brim  with  the  drink  she  had  been  simmering  and  took  to  walking  through  the  house  again  ,    but  this  time  in  search  of  her  husband  who  should  have  been  sitting  alone  by  the  fire. he  would  make  this  all  better. 

  instead  she  found  the  youngest  of  the  siblings,    the  one  she  had  been  desperately  avoiding. an  unusual  noise  left  her  mouth  as  she  tried  to  quietly  step  back  too  quickly  causing  the  warm  cider  to  soak  the  sleeve  of  her  sweater  as  it  sloshed  about  to  lash  at  everything  within  a  few  inches  reach. the  door  jamb  was  against  the  flat  plane  of  her  shoulder  ,    from  the  corner  of  her  eye  she  could  still  see  the  kitchen  ,    she  shouldn’t  make  a  run  for  it.   besides  ,    he  had  already  seen  her.    “  john  !   i’m  sor  —  did  you  —  do  you  need  something  for  the  journey  home?  ” 

#sanctemony #hannah is pretending she heard NONE OF THAT

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mlotov​:

her cheap beer was sweating just about as much as they were, hiding out from the summer heat in the only bar between hope county & helena.   “ for fun,   & for the rodeo fame. ”   

mary dug her wallet out of her pocket, searching for a quarter for the machine in the corner.   “ I wanted to be the next best bull rider after polly reich, but I broke my arm my second show & my mom wouldn’t let me do it anymore. ”   that was a historic fairgrave fight if there ever was one.   “ barrel racin’ was my thing after that.   they don’t have rodeos in georgia ? ”

“  i  feel  like  they  do,  but  we  moved  so  often  that  i’m  not  really  sure. ”    hannah  explained  as  she  tried  to  think  back  to  that  time  in  her  life,  but  the  only  memory  that  comes  through  with  any  clarity  is  when  her  father  was  watching  some  documentary  (    or  maybe  it  was  a  movie  starring  steve  mcqueen?     )  about  this  bareback  rider  named  bruce  ford  who  was  the  first  to  win  a  million  dollars  at  the  rodeo. her  father  gently  tugged  at  the  sleeve  of  her  sweater  to  gain  her  attention  before  telling  her  that  a  million  dollars  was  enough  money  for  her  to  swim  around  in  ,    which  she  thought  was  funny  at  the  time  ,    but  the  real  joke  was  on  her  when  she  later  found  out  that  she  couldn’t  swim  in  anything  at  all. with  the  grainy  film  in  mind,  hannah  replaced  bruce  ford  with  the  wild  fair  haired  woman  and  imagined  her  instead  holding  tightly  to  a  flank  strap  as  tense  seconds  ticked  by  as  rodeo  attendees  shouted  her  name  in  joyful  horror. mary  may  belonged  there  with  a  grin  as  wide  as  texas  and  two  state  titles  to  her  name. “  if  you  won  a  million  dollars  .   .   .   what  would  you  do  with  it?  ”

#hannah: at what point do i tell her i'm actually not even from georgia #mlotov

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prodigcl​:

Miriam tenses as if Hannah slapped her across the face. The backhand of God. It’s a dagger, not in her heart but in her stomach, something that can slowly twist and make her ill. Your father. Sounds so much like ‘your fault’. Like she is responsible for her genesis, like she should have chosen better. It is a personal failing, to come from that man, to be the result of his grunting and shoving. Miriam feels like she inherited something old and evil in the blood, and the ties that bind her are wrapped around her throat like piano wire. 

Her eyes harden to chips of ice. She looks at her without mercy, a slow drilling, a dissection. It constricts in her throat, a scratching screeching animal that begs to crawl out of her mouth and accuse Hannah, too. What a mother, what a woman. She didn’t think, she didn’t ask, because it didn’t matter. No one here truly matters to Hannah Seed. Ignorance really is bliss. An old anger boils in her gut. She was forgotten in the cage, in the woods, by the roadside, in the torture chamber, just like she was forgotten in the hospital crib. Her father failed to kill her and her mother didn’t care to ask. 

Tears prick at Miriam’s eyes but they are cold, so cold. She doesn’t look away. She looks at sin until it withers. Sins of the mother, arguably worse than anything else. “So what good does that do?” She chokes out, through chattering teeth. “What is the point of you? You’re no better than any of the others. You get that, right? There is nothing special about me. Nothing at all! You just decided to fuck with me for no fucking reason and now—” Her voice screws itself into a sob before it breaks. Miriam heaves. 

“What do you want that Joseph doesn’t?”

ay    ,    there’s    the    rub        —        what    is    the    point    of    you  and  what  is  it  that  you  want  that  he  doesn’t  ?    the  answers  are  one  and  the  same  —  nothing.   there  is  no  point  to  her  because  there  is  no  personhood  about  her  and  without  having  that  she  was  only  something  which  people  could  project  upon.  had  she  been  more  self  aware  of  this  ,    she  would  have  known  that  this  did  not  begin  with  anyone  here  ,    but  back  in  tennessee  with  her  parents  who  primed  her  for  exactly  that  by  compassionately  chipping  away  what  made  her   her  until  the  family  was  alike  in  shape  and  trait.   she  did  as  they  did  with  perfect  imitation  from  that  day  until  the  day  she  stole  a  set  of  keys  and  headed  south.  she  ran  as  far  as  she  could  into  the  arms  of  her  husband  who  pressed  and  prodded  until  she  too  fit  the  perfect  shape  he  wanted  from  her  instead.  it  was  effortless  and  easy  on  their  part  ,    and  she  never  thought  twice  about  it.  she  loved  him  as  she  loved  her  parents  as  she  loved  the  girl  with  the  gun  before  her  ,    endlessly.    it  was  a  selfless  love  to  become  what  was  needed  ,    what  was  wanted.   it  was  what  she  was  born  to  do.     rekhem    ‘alay    ,    rekhem    ‘alay    ,    hannah    begs    the    man    pinned    to    the    cross    ,          elohim    adirim    'azor    li    limetso    ett    hamilim.  

“    i’m  not    —    i’m  not  messing  with  you. ”    hannah  began  after  taking  a  quick  glance  towards  her  daughter. “    i  want  to  be  your  mother  ,    but  i  fear  that  time  for  us  has  already  come  to  pass. “      not  because  hannah  wanted  for  it  to  pass  ,    on  the  contrary  ,    but  how  do  you  untangle  what  has  been  so  tightly  woven  ?    how  do  you  undo  what  twenty  years  has  done  ?    how  do  you  begin  to  apologize  and  find  the  right  way  to  right  what  went  wrong  ?    you  can’t  ,    you  can’t  ,    you  can’t.    you  can  only  try  to  recreate  what  was  lost  and  hope  that  it  is  enough  to  fill  you  with  the  love  you  thought  you  ought  to  have  been  given  all  along .    “    i  want  what  can  only  be  freely  given  ,    i  will  not  demand  anything  from  you    ,    and  you  can  scold  me  and  deny  me    ,    but  please    —    let  me  try  to  make  this  right. ”

#prodigcl #suffocation no breathing

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wasriight​:

He looks down at the kitten that curls up in Hannah’s lap, protected under the cover her palms as if she fears that he might rip it from her. Joseph has never had too much time for animals. He remembers wanting a puppy as a child, but that may well be because every child wants a puppy. It was simply one of those designated desires that he played along with. But Hannah, Hannah is a beacon of nurture, a warm motherly energy that extends to all living creatures. How on earth could he deny her this simple wish? 

Joseph leans down to kiss her cheek and lightly pets the cat, allows it to rub its chin along his index finger. “I get the feeling that the two of you have already made up your mind on the matter. Keep it indoors, though. Wouldn’t want anything happening to the poor thing.”

as  always,  he  was  right.  long  before  his  key  found  their  lock,  she  found  the  malnourished  creature  mewling  on  their  front  porch. while  he  had  been  away  tending  to  his  flock,  she  had  been  tending  to  the  feline  by  feeding  it  with  the  tips  of  her  fingers  a  tepid  mixture  of  goat’s  milk  and  egg  yolks  until  their  belly  was  filled. by  the  time  the  sink  was  filled  with  dish  soap  and  dried  flowers,  there  was  already  a  love  binding  them  together  and  had  joseph  come  home  to  say  that  he  did  not  feel  the  same  way  she  did,  her  heart  would  have  been  broken  by  the  impending  lost. thalia,  hannah  had  taken  to  calling  the  cat  when  the  mud  and  mites  were  washed  away  to  reveal  that  she  was  a  girl,  and  that  she  had  a  pretty  tawny  coat  covering  her  body. thalia,  hannah  whispered  in  their  empty  house  over  and  over  as  they  went  about  the  rest  of  their  household  duties,  my  girl.    “  thank  you,  my  love. she  is  rather  sweet  and  hardly  makes  any  noise  at  all. you’d  never  know  she  was  in  the  same  room  as  you. ”

#wasriight #wow can't believe their family just grew by one #+1 seedling

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cyberpawn​:

“Uh, it’s, uh…it’s…” Vale sat down the pumpkin in their arms, holding both of their hands up with a worried grin on their face. “Woof? I’m just a simple lost dog on their way back home to my totally Peggie house. Please believe me.”

the  rake  is  held  tightly  between  her  sweating  palms  as  she  wide-eye  watches  as  the  other  moves  about. this  was  no  dog  in  search  of  their  owner  as  they  claimed  ,    but  a  thief  in  the  night  coming  to  take  away  their  supplies  ,    and  hannah  did  not  know  what  to  do  about  it. the  two-way  radio  was  heavy  in  her  robe’s  pocket  ,    and  the  shifting  shadows  on  the  edge  of  the  property  would  come  if  she  called  ,    but  it  was  only  one  pumpkin  ,    and  it  was  a  small  one.  her  mind  fumbled  with  a  reasoning  and  flopped  back  and  forth  between  the  idea  of  them  being  either  hungry  or  a  distraction  and  could  not  settle  on  one. swallowing  thickly,  she  spoke  again,  “  be  honest  ,    why  are  you  here?”

#cyberpawn

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𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚑 & 𝚓𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚙𝚑 

⤿           𝚢𝚘𝚞   𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚒'𝚕𝚕   𝚕𝚊𝚢    𝚝𝚑𝚎    𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚒𝚗  𝚘𝚞𝚛  𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜  𝚠𝚎  𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕  𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢  𝚏𝚘𝚛  𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚜  𝚊𝚗𝚍  𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜

#❝ set me as a seal upon thine heart / as a seal upon thine arm / with an everlasting love as strong as death ❞ → hannah & joseph #so anyways #local wife has crush on husband #and john is here to be mad about it

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kenneld​:

She is received with a respectful nod, accompanied by the clicking and shifting of an automatic rifle that is kept to the side. The Center is alive with shouts and snarls, the busy preparations for bloodier times to come. Ber stands by in front of the office and waits for his cue.

“Yes, of course.” He rumbles, the way a large dog offers a friendly bark. The young man smiles, almost coy. “Do you want me to take you to him? Things are getting busy around here. It’d be safer.”

hannah  eagerly  matched  the  smile  she  was  given  because ,  though  she  will  not  openly  admit  to  it ,    jacob’s  home  frightened  her  with  its  labyrinthian  halls  of  peeling  plaster  and  doors  not  quite  fitting  in  their  frames . never  mind  the  sounds  that  echoed  down  them  or  the  questionable  scarlet  stains  and  empty  cages  pressed  against  the  discolored  walls .  yes ,    a  companion  for  that  long  walk  would  be  welcomed  indeed . “    i  knew  i  made  you  a  gift  for  a  reason.   ”    she  playfully  says  as  she  balances  the  laden  basket  on  her  thigh  to  dig  around  for  the  packet  of  fresh  jerky .

#kenneld #WOOF WOOF