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[antiquare]

what she needs are stories. stories are a way to preserve one's self. to be remembered and to forget. stories come in so many forms ; in charcoal and in song, in paintings, poems, films and books. books, she has found, are a way to live a thousand lives - or to find strength in a very long one. - v.e. schwab

a multi muse blog. lived by kate. 25+. she / her . est. carrd.

[antiquare]

i haven’t played the 007: first light game but isola vale i’m looking at you.

[antiquare]

walking away from the fame and the glory after winning the sekai taikai had not been a choice tory made easily. a born fighter, but out of necessity. not out of love but for a need to prove something. after a few years in the pro circuit once her contract had expired, she walked away with more money than she knew what to do with. twenty one years old now with a home of her own for herself and brandon, and working on her college degree in sports management. if future tory told sixteen year old tory that this was what her future life looked like, she would have surely thought she was full of shit.

it was more than she could have ever hoped, and she was genuinely happy with the way things were going. if only her mom could have been there to see her succeed, she would be so proud. there was not a single moment that she did not miss her. grief always came at the most inconvenient of times, like when she was surrounded by drunk frat boys and hockey players ( @deand1laurentis ) after a winning game. not sober herself either, she can feel her heart growing heavy and her breaths getting short as she tries to push past the huge crowd without drawing too much attention to herself.

[ohisms]

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝕯IAL TONE ... ( a collection of texting prompts, based on drunk texts. adjust phrasing as necessary, mature themes present. )

-> THE DRUNK ONE.

[ TXT ] : where r uuuu

[ TXT ] : come get me plz plz plz

[ TXT ] : i dont know where i am

[ TXT ] : the ceiling is so pretty tonigjt

[ TXT ] : wait unblocked i need 2 say smth

[ TXT ] : tell me something u never told anyone

[ TXT ] : is it bad i threw up in a bush

[ TXT ] : keep me company.. cant sleep

[ TXT ] : wish u were here ;;;))))

[ TXT ] : answer me coward

[ TXT ] : u left without saying bye. that was rude

[ TXT ] : tell me im okay

[ TXT ] : i'm gonna throw up brb

[ TXT ] : alcohol is a scam but a good scam

[ TXT ] : everything is loud and soft at the same time

[ TXT ] : do fish know theyre wet

[ TXT ] : u probably hate me lol

[ TXT ] : can u bring me mcdonalds

[ TXT ] : u ever think about how weird existing is

[ TXT ] : uber so expensuve rn :(

[ TXT ] : come save me hero

[ TXT ] : everyone else is so boring

[ TXT ] : ur face. god. ur FACE

[ TXT ] : ur too good for me anyway

[ TXT ] : oh ur answering now yay!!!

[ TXT ] : my hand is so far away rn

[ TXT ] : ur name is so pretty

[ TXT ] : u dont even care do u

[ TXT ] : ok i'm gonnna pass out now

[ TXT ] : someone bought me a drink

[ TXT ] : i love u so muchhhhh (u dont have to say it back)

[ TXT ] : keys inside. stuck outside. help

[ TXT ] : i miss u can u come over

[ TXT ] : what if we ARE the aliens

[ TXT ] : come over. wear the shirt

[ TXT ] : bed too big. need fill it

[ TXT ] : why didnt it work between us

[ TXT ] : u get me. like actually get me.

[ TXT ] : listening to our song n cryin a lil bit

[ TXT ] : just wanted to say ur amazign ok

[ TXT ] : i hate ur fuckign face soooo much

[ TXT ] : sorry if im annoying u

[ TXT ] : ok i forgot what i was sayign

[ TXT ] : i think i ruined everythign

[ TXT ] : thinking abt u. thinking abt ur hands

[ TXT ] : FUCK U

[ TXT ] : that's it. that's the text.

-> THE SOBER ONE.

[ TXT ] : lol where are you

[ TXT ] : you're gonna regret this tomorrow.

[ TXT ] : send me your location

[ TXT ] : i'm not playing these games.

[ TXT ] : are you safe??

[ TXT ] : drink water. actual water.

[ TXT ] : let me call you.

[ TXT ] : i'm not playing guessing games

[ TXT ] : stay PUT.

[ TXT ] : send me a selfie so i know you're alive

[ TXT ] : you're adorable when you're like this

[ TXT ] : you're annoying when you're like this.

[ TXT ] : i'm not bringing you tacos at 2am

[ TXT ] : screenshotting this for when you deny it happened

[ TXT ] : you're spiraling. drink water.

[ TXT ] : DON'T text your ex!!

[ TXT ] : next time i'm taking your phone

[ TXT ] : look at who you're texting right now.

[ TXT ] : i'll still be here tomorrow, i'm not going anywhere.

[ TXT ] : get your mind out of the gutter

[ TXT ] : i'll tell you tomorrow

[ TXT ] : nevermind i don't wanna know

[ TXT ] : text me when you wake up

[ TXT ] : you're a mess. my mess tho

[ TXT ] : go home!!!

[ TXT ] : you're lucky i love you

[ TXT ] : you still have your wallet? check your pockets

[ TXT ] : too late isn't it

[ TXT ] : where did your other shoe go

[ TXT ] : are you writing a novel?

[ TXT ] : go to bed before you confess something

[ TXT ] : that's either sad or brave

[ TXT ] : you owe me breakfast and an explanation

[ TXT ] : you're NEVER living this down

[bioheirs]

@antiquare     ♡'d     for  a starter     ⸻     for rose from chris.

❛     no,     i  already     told     you  it's  too  dangerous.     what  would  your     mother     think  if  i  let  you  do  this     ?     ❜     brows narrow as he watches the younger girl,     arms crossed over his chest,     firmly     holding his stance on the matter.     he     wouldn't     allow her to put herself into     unnecessary     danger     ⸻     he couldn't     …     rosemary reminded him too much of     ethan,     leaving a gaping hole in his chest,     a guilt that     consumes     him.     ❛     i'm  sorry,     rose  but  i     won't     let  you.     ❜

[antiquare]

" my mother? you mean the one who worked for the connections? " she loves her mom, there's no doubting that - but it wasn't exactly as if she was a living breathing role model of moral upstanding. " how are you going to stop me? " stubborn, not unlike him. not her father, but the closest living person that acted as a father figure. " i can help. i can do so much more than just sit around pretending to be normal. i'm not normal, chris. can we stop pretending that i am? i tried that, i tried the normal life and it didn't work. that's why i'm here and not going to prom or whatever it is normal teenagers do. "

[jamsmemes]

(     *     RESIDENT EVIL REQUIEM.

a selection of dialogue prompts from the game resident evil requiem. feel free to change pronouns / details as needed.

‘we found another body.’

‘perhaps it’s time for you to face the past? confront that fear head-on.’

‘i won’t force you to go, but do you think you can do this for me?’

‘there might be answers inside.’

‘why am i even here?’

‘you have been on that thing all day.’

‘we need to keep our voices down.’

‘tell me what’s going on.’

‘now is not the time. stay close.’

‘i’m calling the police!’

‘i’m so sorry. this is all my fault.’

‘i’m the one that brought you here.’

‘we have so much to do.’

‘you’ve got to be shitting me.’

‘don’t do anything stupid.’

‘someone help me!’

‘well, fuck. let’s make this quick.’

‘back to square one.’

‘we’re running out of time.’

‘you gotta stay calm.’

‘where the hell am i?’

‘don’t come any closer!’

‘what the hell was that thing?’

‘i’ll be fine. i hope.’

‘you can’t see, can you?’

‘why are you in there?’

‘who made a mess? why the mess?!’

‘what if i can’t get out?’

‘this might be useful.’

‘so loud… my head… keep it down!’

‘don’t fuck with me.’

‘it’s your fucking fault!’

‘give me a fucking break!’

‘you laughed at me!’

‘well, at least it’s easier to walk around now.’

‘come in. i won’t harm you.’

‘why did you kidnap me?’

‘it took forever to find you.’

‘you’re not like other people, you know. you’re quite… unique.’

‘there’s no escaping your destiny!’

‘did anyone hurt you?’

‘please, i really need your help.’

‘you handle this. i’ll handle… that.’

‘i thought that thing was dead!’

‘you’re an investigator, right? well, investigate.’

‘when was the last time you brushed your teeth?’

‘you are an ignorant fool.’

‘you’re a dead man walking!’

‘sorry, i was a little tied up.’

‘hope i’m not next.’

‘you felt that one, huh?’

‘sorry, but i’m not on the menu.’

‘you’re killing me.’

‘well, hey. at least we’re in it together, right?’

‘oh god, i really don’t wanna go in there.’

‘ugh, it got in my mouth…’

‘hold on tight!’

‘why’s it so loud?’

‘let’s play.’

‘here, i kept this safe for you.’

‘do you maybe… wanna leave with me?’

‘it’s not safe here.’

‘we need to keep moving, okay?’

‘it’s okay, we’re not infected.’

‘you don’t need to worry about me.’

‘are you lying to me?’

‘have you seen the same shit i’ve seen?!’

‘look, we’re out of options here.’

‘how much longer do you think any of us can survive?’

‘we can help each other.’

‘it’s a deal.’

‘found you.’

‘hello, gorgeous.’

‘i can’t stop the bleeding.’

‘hey, hey, look at me. we’re gonna be okay.’

‘i’m sorry. i know it hurts.’

‘i need to keep you safe.’

‘are you listening? i said stop!’

‘you feel lost, but you’re not. you’re exactly where you need to be.’

‘i’ve been waiting for you.’

‘i’ll just go it alone.’

‘we’re in this together. till the end.’

‘i’ve always been good at working in the shadows.’

‘just don’t do anything too risky, yeah?’

‘gonna have to find another way around.’

‘you’re a real pest, you know that?’

‘haven’t you had enough?’

‘looks like someone else was here first.’

‘guess the only way in is through then.’

‘looks like they left in a hurry.’

‘something’s missing.’

‘i’ll have to shoot it down.’

‘so the rumours were true.’

‘don’t be ridiculous.’

‘i thought i had a short fuse.’

‘don’t mind if i do.’

‘some things never change.’

‘watch your back.’

‘this is my lucky day.’

‘do you still think about what happened there?’

‘sorry. this isn’t the time, we need to focus.’

‘this day just keeps getting better and better.’

‘i don’t give up that easy.’

‘i’ve had enough of you!’

‘i know the feeling.’

‘should’ve worn a helmet.’

‘so many attempts. so many failures. such a waste.’

‘it’s past our bedtime.’

‘please just be a bad dream.’

‘what’s done is done. you need to focus on the future.’

‘i had a feeling you’d make an appearance.’

‘sorry, but i don’t have time to spare.’

‘i’m gonna do some digging.’

‘i guess this is my stop.’

‘this is one very deep hole.’

‘just so you know, i’ve killed every plant i ever had.’

‘i’m getting the feeling i’m not wanted around here.’

‘we finally meet.’

‘didn’t realise i had such a big fan. how about an autograph?’

‘worried about me? how sweet.’

‘sneaky bastard.’

‘coming from you, that’s quite the compliment.’

‘time to finally get some answers.’

‘don’t embarrass yourself. you can’t beat me.’

‘you still need me, right?’

‘me? feel like a million bucks.’

‘where does this take us?’

‘your guess is as good as mine.’

‘how long was i out?’

‘i couldn’t make a difference.’

‘i’m coming with you.’

‘i don’t want any more regrets.’

‘whatever it takes, count me in.’

‘if anything happens to me… you promise… you’ll end this.’

‘you think you can give me a boost?’

‘this is it. i did it.’

‘where have i seen this…?’

‘life takes unexpected turns, don’t you think?’

‘looking back, do you feel that the choices you’ve made have contributed to… your present circumstances?’

‘what you sow, you reap. isn’t that the natural order?’

‘what would you like the world to know?’

‘i’m not a young man. i don’t have the energy i once did.’

‘your body can’t take much more.’

‘i’m gonna settle this.’

‘haven’t changed much, have you?’

‘let’s get this over with.’

‘what kind of legacy do you want to leave behind?’

‘humans cannot predict when death will come for them. this is why they have hope.’

‘i was wrong… and i am plagued by guilt.’

‘happiness cannot be achieved at the expense of others.’

‘i think that’s enough for today.’

‘aren’t you beautiful?’

‘is there anything else you’d like to tell me?’

‘i’ve said my piece. i only hope it serves as a requiem for those who have passed.’

‘this is finally my chance to do something.’

‘please wake up. come on, wake up.’

‘i was just resting my eyes.’

‘let me help you.’

‘i don’t know the password.’

‘i can buy you some time.’

‘fulfill your destiny, and all will be forgiven.’

‘at least… i could save you.’

‘please know that you are my hope.’

‘there’s nothing special about me.’

‘do you know how much time and money i wasted on this?’

‘don’t you see the genius?’

‘your ignorance is staggering.’

‘it seems your skills have… diminished.’

‘sacrifices must be made! in the grand scheme of things, a few lives are nothing.’

‘give it up. it’s over.’

‘there’s no way out, is there?’

‘i’m not gonna leave your side.’

‘i guess this is it then.’

‘i feel better than i have in ages.’

‘thank god. i’m glad you’re okay.’

‘you’ll be back in action in no time.’

[olisgifs]

The world shows no mercy, so why should we? Some people have it good, but the rest of us, we have to fight for every inch of what's ours. Not just to score a point. For everything.

[antiquare]

" hey, sher. @biofare " it'd been a long time since youngest redfield had seen the little girl she'd met in raccoon city. both busy with their own lives, and sherry off on a mission with leon to save them all from elpis - which she herself had been afflicted by as well. the redhead wraps the blonde in a tight hug, only pulling away after a good thirty seconds with tears welling in blue eyes.

not sherry's mother by blood, but she's always treated and loved sherry like her own daughter. adult or not, she would have been right by her side if she'd been able. too sick to join them on the trip, but none of that mattered now. they were safe, and life could return to some semblance of normal until the next bioengineered catastrophy. " i'm so proud of you, sher. you did it. you and leon, you saved us. let's go celebrate. dinner on me? whatever you want. "

[avadcniels]

KATHRYN NEWTON as FAITH MACCAULEY in READY OR NOT 2: HERE I COME (2026)

[graecland]

windows down , heater on - big bolts of lightning hanging low over the coast. everyone's convinced its a government drone or an alien spaceship. either way, we're not alone. i'll find a new place to be from. a haunted house with a picket fence, to float around and ghost my friends.

#GRAECLAND - an independent and private true crime original character, exploring themes of isolation as a form of protecting one's self, being stripped of autonomy, & physical and emotional resiliency . potentially triggering, minors do not interact. affiliated with @caerolina & @chroniclr. .

no, i'm not afraid to disappear. the billboard said " the end is near. " i turned around, there was nothing there. yeah, i guess the end is here.

[antiquare]

sweat trickles down her shoulder blades, an anvil of summer heat beating down. the blood on her leg dried and crusted, she limps over to the makeshift home of sticks and leaves. a little protection from the sun, but not enough. never realized until now the things she had once taken for granted. air conditioning, fresh water, food and a place to sleep. her mouth like the wasteland of dry sand she'd found herself stranded in. you always think it'll never happen to you, until it does.

what kind of malfeasance had she committed in a past life to deserve this hell she was in? not alone, at least - for what little amount of comfort that provided. a whole plane of people going down, and only three survivors. what were the chances? additionally, why her? why them? it seemed a cruel fate. hope of being rescued waning with each sunrise and sunset. she'd stopped counting after the first ten or so. it'd been too long now. eventually, their families and friends would give up. they'd bury their best friends, their children, their significant others without bodies and without goodbyes. what a tragedy.

more and more, she found herself distanced from her reality. wishing she'd been one of the people who had not survived, how fucked up was that? death was easy, but living like this was a fight she wasn't sure was worth winning. a drawn out sigh emanates from chapped bleeding lips as she lays back, watching the horizon. it would be getting dark soon. nate and matilyn still weren't back from the hunt she'd been forced to stay behind from. each day, the infection on her injured leg seemed to grow worse. they'd run out of antibiotics on day two or three. she was no use to them out there, and barely here. she remained as lookout for a rescue that she did not believe would be coming.

not sure how much time had passed while she rested during her pity party, which she had fallen asleep during. her energy was low these days, and when she woke - both nate (@endfght ) and mattie were back. it was dark, and a fire had been built. one job, and she couldn't even do that right. useless. they'd be better off without me. she stirs, wiping sweat from her brow and clearing her throat to make her presence known. " oh - how long was i ... i was going to do that. " blue eyes glance toward the fire with guilt. " sorry. "

[antiquare]

twelve months in hell. one year in the basement of a stranger, a monster. kinsey lays in her hospital bed, rubbing sleep from her eyes. she doesn't know what time it is, if it is day or night. not that it matters. time stopped existing after week two, or three. she's still waking from pain medication induced sleep, with harsh light glaring down on her. the light hurts her eyes, and she purposely squeezes them shut. its easy for her to forget she's been saved. in her drug induced haze, kinsey believes herself to still be in that basement.

the sound of approaching foot steps ( @chroniclr ) makes her tense up. he's coming. her heart racing heard on the monitor, she attempts to sit up, lacking the strength to do so. with a whimper, she falls back down. the footsteps are closer now. everything hurts, and she feels as if she can't breathe. arms scratch at her throat in desperation to get away. she cannot run, tethered by wires & the pain is unbearable. what is happening now? her voice is hoarse and it burns with each forced syllable. " please - please... " she begs, though its pointless. it never works. he never listens. " i didn't mean it. i'm sorry. i just want to go home. "

[sevynhells]

❝ lady crain, ❞ a ghost of a smile passes his features as he makes his way to @antiquare, of the two untouched goblets of wine in his hands he offers one to her. ❝ not one for feasts, are you ? ❞ acquainted well enough, he knew better of his rhetorical ⸺ she'd had an air of peculiarity around her that rodrik could not quite place himself in, an difference that most perceived as off-putting but he only found himself intrigued by. he settles himself comfortably in the corner she'd sought refuge in, back against the wall as he looked into ironrath's great hall filled with lords and ladies. the day's celebration had turned to a lively revelry with the setting sun, performative propriety giving way to friends honoring the birth of a son. ❝ i was surprised to see you were in attendance. ❞

[antiquare]

" ser rodrick, " his approach is unexpected, but not unwelcome. she's not great with people, to say the least. it's not often that she attends these feasts. if not for her twin brother, she would not be here in a conversation with ser rodrick. awkwardly and ungracefully, she curtsies. it is the proper thing to do on such an occasion, though her inexperience shows with fumbled steps. " i - well, not particularly, i suppose. " once upon a time, she had loved evenings like this. before life had stolen most of what she'd held dear. late summer evening spent with laughter & dancing, while she stands on the sidelines. eventually, she wanders outside to the back garden which was where he'd found her. watching the sun set with gnats buzzing around her face.

" a pleasure, i do hope. " though she would understand if he felt otherwise. a smile is plastered upon her face, though eyes remain placid. almost as off in another world, her head in the clouds. these days the crain family was not held in such high reverence like it once was and certainly not always welcome. invitation provided only out of obligation for some. " felicitations on you new nephew. i'm sure he will bring your family much wealth. "

[chroniclr]

・ ⸺ ⋆ california was definitely different than home ... but when your baby sister gets kidnapped twice, you tend to gravitate to wherever they are to be sure it never happened a third time. even if he knew thomas teller would sooner put a bullet in his own head than let it happen again ... TWICE WAS ENOUGH.

he's hovering. he does indeed stick out like a sore thumb. austin oliver does not belong in a bikers clubhouse, nor is he trying to. he stands to the side, his eyes on all the commotion happening in the place ... guys playing pool, laughing and drinking, even a few he was pretty sure was performing a sex act in the corner. CLASSY STUFF THESE SONS ... and this is what his sister has married into? it's a good thing he liked tommy. a voice takes him out of his reverie, brows raised as he looks over at the brunette. “ believe it or not, i was invited. ” another pull from his bottle, his blue eyes never leaving her. “ i think it's a budweiser. ” whatever it was, it tasted cheap.

[antiquare]

she knows what it's like ; to be the older sibling. she would've done anything in her life to protect kenny. she had failed where austin had not. oh, how ellie envied him for that. being envious was a waste of time. nothing would ever bring her brother back to her. she takes a sip of her whiskey on ice, finishing it all in one gulp. he was family of kinsey, and any family of kinsey's was family of the club. " come with me, i can get you something better. from my secret stash and them. " she waved back over her shoulder at the party going on behind them. " what'ya say? "

a rhetorical question, one which she does not wait for him to answer. the much shorter brunette drags him to a quieter back room, music muffled as she closes the door behind them and seats herself on old sunken and stained with god knows what sofa. " what do you want? whiskey, vodka, wine? we've got it all. " she smiles, a sparkle of mischief in her eyes. " seriously. mi casa es su casa. "

[kaceyrps]

MADELYN CLINE in THE MAP THAT LEADS TO YOU

[antiquare]

it was a night of celebration at the club, everyone in high spirits. ellie was late, as per usual - coming straight from the courthouse after a trial had run long. she'd changed in her car, out of the suit into a little black dress fit for the occasion. dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, curtain bangs hanging in front. makeup done quickly in the car, nude lipstick changed to dark red to fit more of a nighttime look.

she walks into the club like she owns the place, and in a way she does - the only remaining winston left alive. redwood royalty, and she carries the title with grace. a title that demands respect, blue eyes scan the room for any unfamiliar faces. not unwelcome, but certainly something worth keeping an eye on. she walks up to the open bar, where the picture of her father hangs - watching her always. whiskey neat already prepared for her, she subtly raises the glass towards the photograph of her father before she notices person standing beside her. vaguely recognizes him as the brother ( @chroniclr ) of tommy's wife, kinsey. eyebrows raise, turning in his direction. " why are you here? you look like you don't belong. no offense. " said with a slight smirk on her face. " what are you drinking? "

[midnightchapter]

PEOPLE WE MEET ON VACATION 2026 | dir. Brett Haley