* SWEET FOOL !

i have nothing up there yet but i’ll be working on transferring shit over tonight and tomorrow

fun fact:  though meg takes halloween extremely serious,  almost as seriously as christmas,  she is sometimes too busy to properly plan out a creative and humorous costume,  and so her go - to costume in such scenarios is baby spice.  it’s always baby spice.  i don’t make the rules this is just the way it is.

i  . . .  don’t know what to do with this blog?  i feel like i get minimal response to most stuff,  which i know is partly my fault due to my turtle - like speed of writing,  but i also feel like i’m just talking to a blank wall most of the time,  so i don’t know whether to revamp or to go on another hiatus or  , , ,  what idk this has been Existential Thoughts with Emma

@sanctamater im officially shaming u

just wanted to let everybody know that there is a somewhat large possibility that there’ll be power outages for me, thanks to ophelia. if that does happen, i won’t really be reachable until it’s passed, so if i do suddenly go even quieter than i already am, that’s why. and for anyone else who’ll be affected by ophelia, remember to take your washing in and stock up on tea bags. xx

  UNAWARE/UNCARING: THE truth mattered not. Delicate fingers curled into fabric, flesh; her grip tightening hard enough to leave red marks upon pallid skin. She was STARVED for such tender contact; a LUXURY not afforded for flesh that had become DIVINE. Yet she smiled: FRIGID, cold; a winter’s day of silver light and frosted windowpanes. All TEETH, famished; angry – just like the belly of the city. “It’s simple, really. I’m having a ball. Of course, he is invited. I have an image to keep up, you know – Talk to him. Or rather, let him talk. Listen. Flatter him. Be EMPTY and like a DOLL.”    Fingers brushed against jaw; studied porcelain face and the blush upon her cheeks in an almost SINISTER way. How envious she was of the COLOUR in which Meg lived. “You’ll do beautifully.” 

there’s a somewhat permanent scent of hairspray and tiger balm about her that always seems to linger.  her body wash is blood orange and vanilla, with a matching lotion.  shampoo and conditioner are unscented,  as she uses a sea mist sea salt and lavender spray.  perfume is usually saved for special occasions,  but her go to is nina ricci’s premier jour.

typically takes a quick shower in the morning,  just to wake herself up,  and then she’ll have a bath when she comes home from her classes.  epsom salts are a must for her,  especially after a difficult day,  though she’ll splash out every now and then and go for a bath bomb.  normally,  she’ll wash her hair every third or fourth day, unless something comes up that she needs to do it sooner.

03. does your muse have any tattoos or piercing?

she has her ears pierced,  though that’s it.  often thought about getting a tattoo or two but she’s never followed through.

i mean,  it’s canon that she basically walks around in third position,  so i guess you could include that.  she clenches her hands whenever she’s stressed,  and she blinks a lot more rapidly as well  ––  they’re surefire ways of knowing that something’s up.  otherwise,  though,  she tends to just stretch out as force of habit:  i do it myself,  where you can just be talking to someone and your leg is slowly extending out to the side,  or out behind you.  she’s definitely a bit of a divil for it herself.

oversized t-shirts all the way.  she tends to avoid pyjama bottoms or shorts because she can’t sleep in them;  she has got a onesie that she’ll pull on though if she and christine are entertaining.

she loves big comfy jumpers,  fun socks  ––  be they furry or just with cool designs.  she’s got a nice collection of rain jackets,  for whatever reason.  her favourite piece of clothing though is a big woolly scarf that she bought at some market years ago.  she can’t remember where or when it was,  but it’s a lovely big mustard - yellow one that she wears every chance she gets.

meg generally wakes up at seven in the morning,  but she’ll laze around in bed until half past or so.  she’ll stretch for ten minutes or so upon getting out of her bed,  and then she properly starts her day by taking her vitamins with a glass of water.  breakfast is normally a big cup of coffee with either an omelette if she has time,  or a pot of yoghurt and a rice cake or two if she’s in a rush.

meg moves in her sleep.  a lot.  most of the time,  though,  she’s stretched out across her bed,  akin to a starfish.  there are plenty of pillows and blankets on her bed that tend to end up on the floor because of how often she moves.

she’s got quite the stash of hand creams at work and at home,  so they’re nice and soft.  they’re as flexible as one might imagine,  though sturdier than they look.  her nails are kept short,  and in an oval shape.

berries and peppermint,  with a hint of coffee!