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hey , sweet ! this is an independent , private and very low activity multimuse as written by isadora . most of the time you can find me on my main blog , materialwoman . thanks for checking out !
[ * ] rules and muses , under co .
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❝ look , alma , i’m really grateful that you’re even doing this , ❞ she’s tired above all, the series of sleepless nights reading into her face as the black spots under her eyes. it’s been a nightmare, no less. ❝ i just don’t know what else to tell you; how many times can i go over the same few hours ? [ . . . ] / @viividpurity .
------ it’s not going to change , you know . ❞ not unless she decides to be honest. a part of nora felt compassion; not for the man, but for the lawyer. she supposed it was part of her job to trust whatever versions nora had to tell her; or at least, that it would make her job easier to find some truth within the one she’s trying to defend. she just couldn’t say it, not this far into it. not this far.
no but you’re absolutely not ready for my oc inspired by no body, no crime
❝ they say nothing lasts forever ; ❞ there’s some attempt at hiding it like a secret , but my disdain for those horrid words had its role in bringing a raging storm into my face. winona must have noticed -- i had no time for thinking about the inevitable end of most things. @viividpurity
❝ dreams change , and trends come and go ... but friendships never end . that’s what i believe ... most of all in our world . journalists , most of all women , can always use a little support . ❞ [ ... ] ❝ give me a call if those assholes give you any trouble . ❞
viividpurity
the vision of her dearest tamasin came to her mind and the smile on her lips only grew. she couldn’t blame morticia for thinking her to be foolish — ( was it the case? did she think her to be a fool? ). ❝ this time it’s different, morticia, i promise. ❞ she won’t break my heart, i just know it. it certainly was a first time for her, would morticia understand?
❝ her name is tamasin. ❞ there it is. the secret, the surprising news she didn’t know how her sister would handle them. ❝ you could say we have been pen pals for the longest time. she works for a fashion magazine, i helped her with work the first time i wrote to her. ❞ the chuckle was soft, eyes sparkling, so very in love. ❝ she makes me laugh, she has so much to say and oh, she is so very caring. my hyacinth, i believe i am in love with her. ❞ ophelia clutched the flower over her heart, leaning back in her seat. ❝ i cannot stop thinking about her … wasn’t this the way you felt about gomez? ❞
there was something about that look -- the faint smile covering her sister’s features as she pondered the answered to morticia’s inquiry, that made it fairly difficult to even repress a smile of her own. oh, sister . there you go yet again. she listens to her words carefully, though, taking it just as seriously as every other time / and what she hears is quite the surprise. morticia’s glare lingers at the other’s features for a few seconds, holding her hostage of that suspense.
❝ tamasin . [ ... ] that is quite the different name . ❞ finally, does that smile grow on its own, wicked at first, but filled with a sort of admiration perhaps only her sister could properly unravel. ❝ pen pals ? oh , mon coeur , you know how much i love an old fashioned romance ... ❞ she’s curious, eager to know : finds herself a better position by her sister’s side, holding ophelia’s hands between her own. ❝ oh , ophelia , it was . i couldn’t think of anything that wasn’t him . there was no life -- no death !! without his presence . i knew there was no way i’d find true unhappiness without him in my life . [ ... ] tell me , darling . how did you and your tamasin meet ? ❞
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❛ so , are you ACTUALLY looking for me to give you that reason , or are you looking for me to be the 𝒷𝒶𝒹 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝓁𝓊𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒 we both we i can be ? ❜ never one to stick with anything when faced with even the most trivial of hurtles herself. ❛ was it really 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 ? i’ll be real here , sometimes people care a lot less than you think. maybe this is one of those times. ❜
❝ well ... they looked -- at me . they were looking . ❞ it was mortifying to simply think of it , the resemblance of shock in all of her co - workers face before she inevitably ran off without looking back . ❝ listen , nothing ever happens in that stupid office . if someone’s bra just shows up in front of everybody , they’ll remember . if that person is their boss ... losing her shirt because of me ... i think they will remember . what if i just -- tell everyone i’m dead ?! ❞
rosemary reed go to therapy challenge .
❝ sister ! --------- ❞ she’s feral on her plead, unhinged, broken to pieces as she fights to stand still . finally , all pieces come to place [ or at least the ones on the table, up for the grasp , that she’s discovered already ] . rosemary is a ghost : trembling under the light , refusing to be seen in any of those mirrors , choosing to believe all of her traumas were ghosts all the same . proudly , they prove her wrong : in the shape of a crimson terror, and the figures of her past she can no longer hide from .
❝ how many of us have yet to be killed ?! please . don’t do this ! ❞
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violentiae .
lara looks shocked, would almost be offended if she wasn’t used to people making that assumption already. brows furrow and her grip on the map relaxes, folding it in half. ❝ no, not quite. my plan’s always to retrieve artefacts that would otherwise be lost to time and bring them to be studied and preserved in their country of origin. i work to preserve culture. not steal it. my country’s done enough of that. ❞ she says with a resigned sigh, though fondness for chloe sparkles in her eyes. lara understands where chloe’s fear comes from, why she feels this way, and she respects that. ❝ i’ve made mistakes when i was younger. but i’ve learned a lot too. i promise i have no bad intentions with any of the artefacts and knowledge we find. ❞
* she’s undeniably amused , certainly hiding a smirk if only until the other’s speech was done. ❝ ‘ afraid you don’t really get what i’m doing here , then . ‘s okay . ❞ a sigh , as the other’s miss congeniality speech was the perfectly foreshadowing to the fight they were about to have. or, they could just do it her way -- the frazer way : quick , easy , perfectly well rounded at the end. ❝ so you’re doing this because ... you want ? you see , i don’t usually get into a job unless there’s a buck or two thrown my way at the end . ❞ she’s saying it the cute way, avoiding art thieves being mentioned, hoping to spare themselves the annoyance. ❝ know what i mean ? my country hasn’t done much stealing -- i have no resentment with that . ❞
i just fucking love satin so much. why dont you just put on a satin gown and let it hold the shape of your body and then you’ll feel like aphrodite coming out of the waves, bitch. or you put on some satin pants and you’ll walk around your room feeling the confidence build up with every step you take you beautiful being. why dont u do that now. bitch
PHRYNE!
SAMARA WEAVING © Jordan Kirk
Malèna (2000) dir. Giuseppe Tornatore
❝ it’s a full moon , mon cher . ❞ she speaks in riddles, half - revealed phrases. her eyes do most of the job : the piercing, enchanting pieces of her soul that speak to darkness and witchcraft alone. ❝ we must prepare to commune with its light . . . & ask for all unfortunate things tonight . ❞ / @violentiae .