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@whispers-in-daydreams || cont.
𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐌 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐌𝐔𝐆, only to stop as soon as scarlett mentions her beloved grandmother. ❝ ah... ❞ that explains it. envy knew that the woman looked familiar, with milky white eyes & few whisps of dark hair that were once surely ever so beautiful, much like her dry red lips & crooked smile that parts away with soundless words ── words that only he can hear ── making the young serial killer finally glance at the empty spot just beside. the murky light of the window imprinting moving shadows of raindrops across his pale face, the softly spoken words seemingly brushing off her questions returned in kind, ❝ you two must have been close.... closer than most, even. ❞
keeping his gaze pinned to that single spot, envy continues on as though lost in thought; ❝ she... is really proud of you... miss. scarlett. ❞
She'd always enjoyed it when he spoke. Soft. Soothing. Her lips already lifting in a fond smile. But when his words soaked in, it was all Scarlett could do to keep it up. Of course, there was no way for him to actually know these things. They were precious, painful memories locked inside her. Too beautiful to forget. Too painful to remember. He couldn't possibly know.
Dark-painted lips parted, but no sound came from them. Hazel eyes lowered, hiding the pain that suddenly weld up inside her and threatened to spill out in the form of tears. Fingers tightened on the mug she held. This was not how she expected this conversation to go. She should have never said anything to begin with. She couldn't do this. She couldn't remember. Images of times no more flooded her when she closed her eyes. The emotions that came with them built up within her and she found herself standing. A shaky, apologetic smile on her lips, eyes still averted as she lifted a shaky finger. A minute. She just.....needed a minute. She'd be better if she could just gather herself alone....
I can't for the life of me figure how to reblog a thread and edit the replies. I've been trying to reply to threads for weeks but this is kicking my arse. Someone said tumblr's basically removed the ability to edit. is that true? or am I just really missing something?
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Bruises and Bruising
WORDS
- “Where did you get those?”
- “Is that…. somebody’s hand?”
- “Is that… a bootprint?”
- “It’ll look worse before it looks better.”
- “Come on. Let’s get it wrapped up.”
- “Do you want some painkillers?”
- “Let me guess, I should ‘see the other guy’?”
- “How’d you get a black eye?”
- “I know you don’t do it on purpose, but I wish you’d stop coming home bruised.”
- “I like the new look. It suits you.”
- “Ouch, that looks like it hurts.”
- “Talk to me.”
- “You shouldn’t end up with bruises because you disagree with them. You know that, right?”
- “Will you tell me how it happened?”
- “Come and sit with me.”
ACTIONS
(send ‘+reverse’ to reverse the roles, or specify which muse is which!)
- [sit] – sender comes and sits next to a bruised receiver. no words, just warmth.
- [care] – sender provides physical care for receiver’s bruises (ice pack, wrapping them up, etc)
- [shower] – sender takes one look at a bruised and bloody receiver, and goes to run them a shower. hot showers fix everything.
- [offer] – sender has something they know receiver will want, and because receiver has had a bad enough day as it is, sender gives it to them. it’s the little things.
- [stay] – sender offers receiver a place to stay, so that – wherever they got these bruises – they don’t have to go back.
- [concussion] – sender checks receiver for a concussion, because it’s very possible receiver has one.
- [home] – sender has no physical way of helping receiver out of this situation, but they offer out their hand anyway. just to hold onto (and to not let go).
“Do I embarrass you?” - for Scarlett, please
Pulling out a fresh batch of cinnamon, the witch looked back at her friend with a raised brow. Dark lashes framed hazel eyes. And her dark hair was pulled back in a messy bun, per her usual baking look. "Of course not! Why? Did someone say you did?"
Scarlett dropped the pan on the stove and turned to Harmony, arms crossed. "Do I need to go put someone in their place?" She blinked as another thought crossed her mind. Her hands instantly reaching for the other girl's. "Have I done something to make you feel like that? If I have, I'm eternally sorry. I'm not embarrassed about you in the slightest."
She huffed. "Hell, if anything you'd be the one embarrassed about me. I mean I'm constantly blowing up cauldrons in potions class. And accidentally put wings on a frog instead of warts." She made a face. Boy had that class been a disaster.
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white oleander, pt. 2.
dialogue prompts from white oleander by janet fitch.
- you must be so brave. how can you stand it?
- you're never where you are. you're only inside your head.
- i would have shown you if you would have asked.
- you're so boring, i don't even recognize you.
- sometimes i just don't know what goes on in your head.
- it doesn't really exist. it's an illusion.
- why do you always have to tell the truth?
- certain people should always be lied to.
- i don't think people should fool around with things they don't believe in.
- i would have thought you'd outgrown fairytales.
- never drink. it just makes things worse.
- do i embarrass you?
- nothing lasts. don't you know that by now?
- take my advice. stay away from all broken people.
- tell me, baby, what is the worst thing?
- stay with me, promise. don't leave.
- you never know when help might come.
- sometimes attention hurts more than it helps.
- i don't let anyone touch me.
- doesn't anything matter to you?
- don't touch my stuff or i'll kill you.
- we are the free birds. they want to be us.
- you think i'd look good blond?
- school sucks. why don't you blow it off?
- the pain we cannot bear will kill us outright.
- i only looked away for a moment.
- just because a poet said something doesn't mean it's true, only that it sounds good.
- sometimes i wish you were dead, so i would know you were safe.
- i don't know how to believe my own lies.
- we're not everybody. we're not even remotely like everybody.
- you ever wonder why people get out of bed in the morning? why do they bother?
- what could you possibly have to say to me?
- we get all the bad dreams. we got to leave some for somebody else.
- you're still such a child, aren't you?
- it was a mistake, maybe, but not an accident.
- fatherhood is a sentimental myth, like valentine's day.
- don't turn over rocks if you don't want to see the pale creatures who live under them.
- the past is still happening. it never stopped.
- don't ask me why i left. ask me why i came back.
- you're like a bomb site. you frighten me.
- i wanted you to hurt the way i did.
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First Impressions sentence starters
- “You’re not… how I thought you’d be.”
- “Is this what you’re really like, or was that an act?”
- “I need to know this is for real. If you’re not genuine, tell me right now.”
- “You’re… good at that.”
- “I didn’t realize you were - maybe we should start again. I’m [name].”
- “So this is what the (in)famous [Name] is like behind closed doors.”
- “You have a lot of experience with this.”
- “Do you know what people say about you?”
- “You’re just like they said.”
- “Why don’t you correct them? When people talk about you, and they’re wrong?”
- “I thought they were exaggerating about you.”
- “I’ve wanted to meet you for a long time.”
- “Am I safe with you?”
- “Do you mean that?”
- “I’m just trying to figure out why you’re here.”
- “What made you get into this/that line of work?”
- “Look, you’re either going to help, or you aren’t. Which one is it going to be?”
- “You … you chose me.”
- “I… no, nothing. I just didn’t realize you were brave.”
- “You’re going to get yourself killed/fired, you know.”
- “Have you always been like that?”
- “That was kind.”
- “That was good of you.”
- “That was stupid.”
- “You didn’t have to do that. But you did.”
- “You were there. You didn’t have to be.”
- “I think .. I have you to thank, for this.”
- “I wouldn’t be here without you.”
- “I wouldn’t have been there if it weren’t for you.”
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐊𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒, occasionally splashing a breath of brilliant white across the small bakery that ── even without any customers ── feels strangely enchanting, almost out of an old fairy-tale. envy now understands why scarlett likes to work here. it's quiet, peaceful, leaving much room to get lost in thoughts as the occasional clinks of tea cups only adds to such... séance ambiance. perhaps this is partially why he came here today, too. ❝ . . . . . . ❞ slowly glancing down, envy's empty eyes peer into the dark ink of his coffee & after a while, after another splash of brilliant white, he finally speaks what he wanted to tell since he entered this solemn place; ❝ have you ever lost anyone precious to you... miss. scarlett...? ❞
The rain fell in cold droplets. Chasing each other down the glass to join together and create one large rain drop. Again and again, Scarlett watched, lost in her own thoughts, as the rain raced and chased each other down the window. It wasn't until he spoke that she felt herself drawn back into herself and the reality they existed in.
Hazel eyes shifted from the window to the intriguing man across from her. Her cocoa having gone cold from her own distraction. She'd heat it up later. It was more to just warm her chilled hands. A sad smile dipped the corner of rose colored lips. The question alone caused her heart to squeeze in pain. "Yes." She whispered. It was so long ago. She lowered her gaze, focusing on her cold cup cocoa and forcing the emotions back down. So long ago, but still felt like yesterday. "I.." She cleared her throat as her voice cracked in pain and she tried again. "My grandmother." Her hands tightened around the mug as the urge to cry rose up her throat and her eyes misted.
But this wasn't about her. No one asks a question like that out of the blue without reason. And usually, the reason was because it pertained to them, not her answer. Taking a slow, steady breath, Scarlett lifted her gaze again, forcing herself to smile through the pain. Her hand slid towards his but stopped just before touching his hand. She didn't want to overstep their friendship. "Did you lose someone Envy? Are you alright?" Concern colored her gaze. Her body leaning forward, hoping to give him whatever compassion and solace she could offer.
Hazel eyes watched in amusement as the flamboyant man maneuvered his way into her flat. Normalcy.....was not in his DNA. She'd never say it, but Scarlett didn't mind losing some sleep if it meant interacting with Wylan. He was right. She was missing the spice he brought to her life. But again, never to admit that out loud. His ego was big enough.
She didn't bother getting out of bed. Pulling her knees up under the blankets, she rested her arms on them as she watched him. "So are you spicy or are you a vigilante?" A smile tipped the corner of her lips as she tried to keep a straight face. "Or are you a spicy vigilante?"
She watched as he nosily poked about, not in the slightest worried of him finding anything she was trying to hide. She glanced over at Sin, her cat who was the best guardian as he lay on the pillow next to hers. He'd lifted his head, yawned, and gone back to sleep. Some protector he was.
At his most prominent question, she turned and looked back at him. "I felt like exploring some ruins in South America." More like hunting down a cursed object, but that was neither here nor there. "How about you? I see they're still letting you walk freely on the streets. Or did you escape the mental Asylum ....again?" Laughter twinkled in her eyes as her lips twitched, failing in hiding her amusement in this conversation.
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DRACONIAN - Sleepwalkers (music video directed by Natalia Drepina)
oh my god! i do not understand this new update or where anything is. *sobs* I can't edit for shite now. Put it back the way it was.
More About the Muse
Did they believe in Santa?: No. Scarlett never believed in Santa, or any of the made-up holiday mascots. Her parents didn't really go all out for holidays as whether they'd be around for them or not was always up in the air. She does though, very strongly believe in getting kfc for christmas and watching the first snow fall.
Were they a dinosaur or rock kid?: both? She wasn't crazy into either but it didn't deter her from learning about them. She does enjoy geodes. The fact that whatever is inside is a complete mystery until opened is a big draw for her.
Bugs or slimy critters?: How about none if we can help it. She doesn't really consider butterfly bugs. In her mind, Bugs are gross. Butterflies are beautiful. So Butterflies cannot be bugs. She also likes dragonflies as to her they represent the soul of a passed loved one watching over them
Do they fidget? How?: Depends on the situation. She can sit completely still and then sometimes she can't sit still to save her life.
What were they frequently in trouble for as a child?: Not interacting with the other children. Getting into fights. She's always had trouble connecting with people and it's just easier to not.
What underwear do they like?: bikinis and thongs. She's a fan of less is more ;)
Designs on clothing or no?: Depends on the clothes. Her dresses can have designs or be completely solid. Plaids swirls, splatters. All just depends on how it looks on her.
Birthmarks?: yes. There is a mark that is darker than her normal pale skin tone by just a shade or two. It starts on the right side of her collarbone and runs up the right side of her neck, crawling under her chin and stopping before it reaches her face. Most people mistake it for a burn scar because of the placement and coloring
Do they have good self control?: Depends on what she's controlling herself from. If it's books or food, most likely not. If it's the need for love and affection , yes. Cute animals, definitely not. If she could, she'd try to pet the lion or cheetah at the zoo because 'it's so cute'.
Favorite franchise?: Scarlett doesn't really have a specific favorite in franchises. She likes The Grudge Movies, secretly loves Sailor Moon items. i.e. keychains, makeup kits/containers, food based off of it. She does love Pusheen and has a few items around the house.
Do they re-enact scenarios in the shower?: No. The shower is her time to decompress. Shut down. Just feel the hot water relaxing her.
Do they tell the waiter that their order is wrong?: Absolutely. She's not rude about it in any way. But if she's going to eat it, she'd rather enjoy it.
Stairs or elevator?: Elevator. Especially if it's one of those glass elevators. Scarlett thinks those are the coolest things ever.
Are they an exaggerator when telling stories?: Depends on the story or who they're with. If she's with a friend or trying to make someone laugh, yeah she might embellish the story some. If she's trying to get a point across or relay information, then no. Straight facts
tagged by @chronicparagon
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Muse Likes/Preferences
Scarlett
- favorite fruit(s) : Cherries and strawberries
- favorite activity(ies) : Reading, Baking, Napping, People Watching,
- favorite flower(s) : Black Dahlia, Baccara Roses, Black Ray Petunia
- favorite season(s) : Fall.
- favorite insect(s) : dragonflies and butterflies.
- favorite animal(s) : Penguins and Cats
- favorite gem(s) : Amethyst and Sapphire
- favorite time of day : From Moonrise to Moonset
tagged by- @s-talking
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@s-talking continued from here
Shadows danced from the corner of her eyes, only to be met with silence and stillness as she stood alone in the far too quiet kitchen. Hazel eyes glanced back towards the way the man had disappeared. He'd said to stay quiet. Perhaps he had family here that was sleeping. That would make sense.
But the longer she looked, the more the darkness seemed to grow. Widen. Like the maw of a deadly beast opening to devour her in its cold and empty jaws. Of all times for her imagination to run away from her. Rubbing her eyes to banish the evil her mind had conjured, Scarlett turned away from the back door, the light from the candle dancing along the walls creating a macabre sort of waltz of shadow and light.
He'd said to sit. She'd meant to. But the broken mirror caught her eye and she couldn't help but make her way towards it. Her steps leave a trail on the dusty floor as one would in the snow. She stood before the cracked reflection, curiosity begging her to wonder why someone would keep such a broken thing. She leaned closer, noticing one of the shards seemed looser. That was dangerous. If it fell out, someone could get severely hurt. Reaching up, she pressed her finger against it. The intent was to push it back in. Like a puzzle piece that had not quite been set in all the way.
But the mirror did not appreciate the kind gesture and returned her act of consideration with a bite of its own. A sharp inhale whispered through the room as Scarlett jerked her hand back. Another finger was bitten by this mysterious place. Gods but did blood make her woozy. The room spun gently as Scarlett lifted her head, watching as a single drop of blood seemed to hang on the edge of the shard that had sunk its teeth into her.
Perhaps....she should have listened, to begin with. A drop here....a drop there....the most minute of crimson trailed her as she made her way to the table, falling heavily into the chair. Her head rested on the table and her eyes closed as she willed the world to stop spinning.
OOC- so apparently I’ve been tagged in multiple things and only just now finding out. So I apologize to the max for never liking or responding!!! There’s not even a log of notifs on my activities since my last post. I guess tumblr just said frock it . I’ll try to get to all the stuffs super soon.
Dropping in for a pulse check. Sorry I’ve been so MIA. Life’s just been busy and it’s just hard for me to brain enough to write. I’m trying really hard to get back here because writing is my happy place and so are my stories with you guys.
I’m always available on discord or IM here. Miss you guys ❤️