#sewninto

[boriys-a]

@sewninto continued from here

The phone calls, which were numerous over the past few days, hadn’t intentionally all been ignored. He would’ve taken the time to answer them if it hadn’t been for the fact that movement hurt too much. The insistent knocking against the front door of his house hadn't been quite as easy to ignore. As he pulled himself from his bed, jaw clenching at the white hot pain that radiated throughout his ribs and protested against even the smallest of movements, he made his way carefully down the stairs and towards the door. It was pulled open just a crack to allow their voices to be heard without needing to be face-to-face.

To no surprise, it was Rachel standing on the other side. Rachel, who was both annoyed and concerned with his sudden disappearance. For someone who wanted to be around her all the time, more than happy to spend every single minute of every day with her, it made sense that it would be a bit jarring for Boris to suddenly just stop coming around without any explanation whatsoever. Even their arguments didn't tend to last that long, and he typically came around after a few hours to apologize if he knew he had done something wrong.

❝Ah, you are angry. Am sorry for making you worry so much, but...I wasn't trying to shut you out! Honest! I have missed you every day, thinking of you always!❞ Boris hurriedly explained from behind the door, one arm wrapped around his midsection. The injuries on his face at least weren’t as bad as they had been a few days ago, and he'd have probably gone back to school by now if it hadn't been for the fact that his ribs were hindering him. And while he trusted Rachel enough to know that she wouldn't report anything to the authorities and risk having him deported, he didn't particularly feel like going out of his way to announce what had happened either. ❝I have not been feeling so well. You should go.❞

#sewninto #☾ ⋮ ✰ verse › the goldfinch › las vegas

[redemptioninterlude]

@sewninto - rachel con't from here !

Breakups fucking suck - and like, Rue knows ALL ABOUT EXES AND OHS, or maybe, not so much the big ohs or the little deaths, and more just... snaky fucking bitches. But it fits and like, Rachel sings within that same songbook, knew all the lyrics, and felt that same rhythm of betrayal, didn't she?

Which is why, when they're doing lines in her bedroom, gazes glazed over like fuckin' Dunkin, she knows that she's in GOOD FUCKING COMPANY. "This feels like some Burn Book kinda shit, and not gonna lie, I feel that shit is due for a little injection of colour. I think we both know whose names are there at the top of the list. Check. Check. Have I ever told you I once fantasised about setting a guy I hate on fire and shooting him? ... maybe I'm like, too ready for this shit."

- @sewninto

#sewninto #❝ r. bennett ❞ ┆ interactions ┆ i didn't build this system ! #❝ r. bennett ❞ ┆ canon verse ┆ drugs are kind of cool ! #❝ threads ❞ ┆ the revolution will be televised !

[anthrcpophagi-moved]

@sewninto said: “ i've got nowhere else to be. "

Maren didn’t want to be a burden, but she didn’t want to be alone tonight either, so she bites her tongue. If Rachel was insistent on staying with her, who was she to argue? As long as she stayed vigilant, Maren was sure both of them would make it until morning in mostly one piece. She nods, stuffing her hands into her pockets. “Okay. What should we do then?”

#sewninto #answered

[kahrma-a]

@sewninto Continued from x

*🔪. Nanno smiles that damned smile of hers, the coy and cocky kind of grin that comes with one of her many victories. At the other’s feet, dead, eyes open wide and mouth slack is Nanno herself, blood has pooled beneath her, the murderer’s reflection troubled within its carmine ichor. Slowly, Nanno walks the few steps to cover their distance. It’s ironic really: Nanno being a target for once. It was certainly fun, but all things must come to an end. She leans in sharply as though studying Rachel from up close, inches from her nose, and then, suddenly, her hand shoots out to grip Rachel’s wrist, tight into a vice grip — almost painfully so — twisting her arm in a sudden motion to expose the Angel tattoo. ❝Do you think — you’re some sort of avenging angel?❞

#sewninto #* ♡. › verse 𝅄🔪⁺ ║ main #[ oh hoh I'm so into this owo ]

[flesheaten]

@sewninto sent: ❛  are you always this straightforward with strangers ?  ❜

❝Would it matter if I was?❞ Back turned to the newcomer, who he knew was another eater by the smell of her, Lee rummaged through the tent that had belonged to the person he'd killed and feasted on only a few minutes ago. It was a gory mess on the inside, the sleeping bag drenched in a pool of blood with small chunks of flesh mixed in, while splatters of it were dripping down the fabric walls. The body was so mangled and mutilated that someone who stumbled across it would probably just assume it was a bear attack or something of the sort. One only needed to unzip the flap of the tent and get a whiff rusted iron to know that there was something or someone dead inside.

Blood covered hands wiped against a semi-clean part of the sleeping bag before reaching for a backpack in the corner and dragging it closer. Various zippers were pulled open and pockets were reached into, the bag being pulled open wide to allow him to get a better look rather than dumping everything out. Money was the ideal find, because shoplifting was just another way to put him on the radar if he got caught, and he mostly had everything he needed in his own bag anyway.

Just as Lee had exited the tent and was ready to leave, he instead stood in place, his gaze downcast, and pondered something for a moment. Seconds later, he was turning back around to retrieve the backpack from the tent, where it was then tossed to land at the other's feet. He'd been very to the point with his answers, keeping them short and bordering on unfriendly, but he wasn't trying to be an asshole to her. He just didn't typically go out of his way to make friends and it wasn't often he came across others like him. ❝You can take what you want from it.❞ He personally had no use for anything inside of it: A flashlight, utensils, bear spray, a first-aid kit, and some other things that you would typically expect to find on a camper. All he had wanted was the lighter, something that he had a growing collection of from taking them off various dead bodies.

#sewninto #100% just winging this but hello fren

[perniicious]

@sewninto​ said: “i didn't want to come, but i need your help.”

he’s hesitant, knowing all too well the way things usually ended up when he was the one doing the helping but it’s no match for buck’s desperate need to protect the few people he cared for.    “what happened?”

#sewninto #ayy!! #hope you don't mind i went pre established with it!

[nightskied]

❝  i was sort’ve hoping you needed me.  is that selfish?  ❞ to victoria

victoria wanted to laugh , or to roll their eyes , and thus it happened : the sardonic laugh falling from her semi parted lips , shoulders shaking slightly with the action . the other was so pretty when they made those little confessions , those sneaky little admissions , that she never quite believed were honest or truthful , and it truly didn't matter to vic . " by setting my curtains on fire ? " they didn't sound angry , just amused . " that's a new one , kitten . " victoria wasn't typically nice , but could be something like welcoming , if even just by taking a couple steps closer towards rachel and motioning for them to come in with their arm moving back widely . truth be told , victoria had quite appreciated the little surprise , made for some new respect for the other one to flourish . " c'mon , i have your favourite wine , want to open it ? " / @sewninto : it's all about the yearning .

#sewninto #sewninto: victoria & rachel. #* victoria schaeffer. #crazy assholes .

[pessimisticsarc]

rach is 5'8" <3

Go off, short king ✋🏻🥴 Almost the same height.

COMPARE YOUR CHARACTER'S HEIGHT WITH RUST'S

#answered. #sewninto.

[ofchaotics]

EVERY NIGHT FUCKS EVERY DAY UP , EVERY DAY PATCHES THE NIGHT UP . . . original character loved & adored by el ( 24 , she / they , cst timezone , virgo ) . semi - selective & multi - ship . minors & personals DNI . triggering & usfw topics will be written & tagged accordingly .

introducing 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐨 𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐚 , a study in addiction , self sabotage , impulsive tendencies & the throes of fame . . . heavily affiliated with @redemptioninterlude & @sewninto .

𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 + 𝐛𝐢𝐨𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐲 / 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 / 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 / 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 / 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 .

#* pinned. #had to redo it i was going insane sorry

[boriys-a]

@sewninto sent: ❝was it someone special?❞

In some ways, the days spent in Las Vegas with Rachel seemed like only yesterday. Days of shoplifting (though he remained a thief to this day), god awful long walks to his house under the shade of his umbrella, lounging around the house with cigarettes and alcohol and getting lost in conversations while old movies played on the TV--usually feeling too hot from the Nevada sun or too cold from the air conditioning. It was only a year that they'd spent together, but in that time he'd made so many memories that would stick with him for the rest of his life. He would forever remember the girl that he’d fallen in love with, the one he planned to run away with and who had disappeared on him without a trace.

Stubborn as he had been to move on, the lack of evidence making it especially hard, Boris had grieved her absence and had moved forward in life. For a while, he would see her when he was high out of his mind, making it that much harder on him and reigniting his hope that she was still alive, but eventually those appearances had gone away to. Since then, he had his flings and relationships, some more short lived than others and some more meaningful. The woman he’d been staying with on and off recently was definitely one of the shorter lived ones.

❝Nie. I care about her, but not so much like that. Well, not anymore, see. She was my girl for a while, now we only enjoy each others company, if you understand me. No strings attached, no obligations, that sort of thing.❞ Gaze landing on Rachel’s face, familiar but different, Boris concluded that the most noticeable change was that they only had one eye now. ❝And him?❞ A quirk of the brow, arms folding atop the table as he leaned in. ❝Money, protection, or love? Which is it?❞

#sewninto #hi ily <3

[anthrcpophagi-moved]

continued from here! @sewninto

The sudden shift in atmosphere nearly makes Maren drop her stolen goods. It takes a moment— and a suspiciously friendly wink— for her to realize what’s going on. She ought to be ashamed that she was caught, that she’d been too obvious in her devious behavior. But she should’ve also been thankful. As the man behind the counter mutters swears in some language she can’t make out, Maren takes a chance to stuff the bag of sweets into her backpack, and even takes a chance of grabbing an extra one while she has a second. Maybe if the girl confronted her, Maren could buy her allegiance with stolen candy. A peace offering, of sorts.

Once the stolen items are tucked far enough into her bag, Maren zips it up and rounds the corner, eyes wide like a startled child. She hesitates a moment, watching the pair of strangers interact. The man’s clothes are stained red and it takes a beat for Maren’s brain to realize it’s not blood. Not yet. She swallows again, meeting the other girl’s gaze and offering her a grateful nod before gripping the straps to her backpack and moving towards the door. If she could make it outside without alarms going off, she’d consider it a win. Anything else that happened outside of the store would be handed as it came.

#my original post was legacy so i hope this is okay~! #also helps keeping it tracked lol #q #sewninto

[ofchaotics]

@sewninto / send a 📸 to see 3-5 pictures that my muse has taken of your muse.

#regarding rachel. #i gotta think of a cutsie verse name for the musician verse pls

[boriys-a]

@sewninto continued from here

❝Wait! If you would just listen, please. I can explain everything. What you saw is not full story, only what you think happened! At the party, I was talking to big group of people. Telling them about New Guinea, pets I had there, places I have been, all these things they wanted to know,❞ Boris hurriedly explained, the phone held to his ear while he paced back and forth in his bedroom. God, he hoped that Rachel didn’t hang up on him, that she would hear him out and not impulsively break up with him. He wasn't giving her a chance to talk over him or interrupt, just to make sure he got his side of it across.

❝Suddenly, someone taps my shoulder. I turn around and is Kayley, kissing me with no warning! Everyone behind her, whispering and giggling, phones out to record what they see, but no explanation. Me? I am shocked, frozen in place, thinking, thinking, trying to process what happened. I did not kiss her! Believe me, коханий. I think she might like me a little, but my heart is with you.❞ Now Rachel could respond and ask any questions they had. ❝Are you still there?❞

#sewninto #☾ ⋮ ✰ verse › the goldfinch › las vegas #me seeing this 100 years later

[boriys-a]

✨🧡🌙SEND THIS TO TEN OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨ ( sending this back to u bc i love writing with u sm and ur the sweetest )

<3333 I'm so??? Glad we met??? Writing and plotting with you has been an absolute blast and a half! You're so funny and kind and full of amazing ideas to contribute to the plot we have going on. Rachel is an absolute gem of a character and I treasure them and you sm. Thank u for giving me a chance and sticking with my dumb ass ;-;

#sewninto #sending many hugs ur way watch out #☾ ⋮ ✰ out of character › answered

[ofchaotics]

are you the soldier , poet , or king ?

THE KING . . . "There will come a ruler Whose brow is laid in thorn Smeared with oil like David's boy" Duty. Strength. Resignation. You were told to do things and you did them. The world is something that was put into your hands and that you must deal with - so you will. You have a rigid back and steady hands, either metaphorically or physically. Is it nature or nurture ? You don't know. You are tired of being steady. You dream of feeling alive. Not that you aren't, but, sometimes, it's hard to remember that there is a heart between your ribs. Your love is where you breathe. Come on, breathe. In. Out. It starts now. Art : St Catherine of Alexandria, Guido Reni

tagged by . . . @sewninto tagging . . . @redemptioninterlude , @wildhealed , @savagecuhnt , @driptape , @dimplcdcheeks , literally any of y'all :~)

#dash games.

[ofchaotics]

               it’s all rather unsettling - he’s never been one to mesh well with such drastic changes , but he tells himself that this is all for the better . stripped from a city he knew as if the map was etched on the back of his hand , he almost feels stripped of his confidence . watching the chicago skyline fade and facing the open road was almost cathartic . a bittersweet moment where he feels he may find himself , but in the process , lose himself . a celebration and a mourning , all in one . 

it’s different here , this tiny town in washington . it doesn’t feel right , until it does . why he’s picked somewhere across the country to settle in for college ? he’s not so sure . initially , he’s all nervous and soft spoken . it dissipates with time , and he finds himself a group of friends that lessens the blow of feeling so alone . isolation is never good for him , and he’s sure that’s presented itself to this new group of friends . their pushy demands to come out tonight , and how he dreads it because they’ve made a nasty habit of calling him out for the very apparent crush he now possesses . she’s never paid him any mind , and , if anything , she’s actively avoided him . they’ve crossed paths a few times before , and he’d offer a smile - to which , she’d scuffle off as far as she possibly could .

it’s a blow to the ego , but he makes an honest effort to brush it off . at least , that’s what he assures himself . as if he hadn’t mulled over what to wear and analyzed his awkward posture and inability to conjure up some witty one-liner . exasperation aside , he settles into this dreaded house party nursing his red solo cup full of vodka and red bull . he sees her there , and their eyes catch for a short moment . there’s something different this time , and he’s not sure on how to really describe it . a gentle prod to his ribs , his friends urging him on . all the words are caught in his throat , but he pushes pass all those superficial anxieties .

approaching her , he’ll offer a smile . there’s that tinge of nervousness that’s hidden within it , but he’ll try not to think of whether his nerves are visible at the surface . “ hey , i’ve got you in some of my classes , right ? i’m mateo   .   .   .  i don’t think i’ve gotten the chance to introduce myself yet  .   .  .   “   /   @sewninto

#v ; pushing & pulling me down to you . #slay this accidentally got so long i am SO sorry SJFDJDSFJ #prose.