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@ascission
i quit my job!!!
might fuck around and make an interest tracker
i said it before i’ll say it again. BABY.
when i think of ma/rvel the only thought i can generate is i hope ava starr is okay
draculyr:
@ascission sent a letter: ❛ Now I want to live like everybody else. I want to have a life like everybody else. / phantom of the opera ♚ sentence meme / STARTERS. still accepting.
“ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐎 𝐒𝐎. ” nightwalker swerved to study her, ice gaze lingering on timid nora’s face in the hallway mirror. it was pleasant. round and open like the face of an old clock. his own remained still and utterly void of any reaction, even with regard to her sudden, splendid candor. but here stood a pair so remarkably different… his own physiognomy boasted a thin, curved nose that was quite short, and a cruel looking red mouth that was equally suited for spitting cruelty as it was giving soft kisses. in short, while handsome, it had never been a good face.
not that he could see it. silver backing, deathly curse… if one could even call it that. another furtive glance toward the mirror, this one more disinterested. “ long have i studied death, and i have found… no rhyme nor reason in the fear of fading away. yet, it persists, diligently so, when there are far worse things... ” the count moved to take the nearest window seat, browsing the spines on a stack of books that had yet to be put away. none were titles he knew. “ but why, then, do you stay? ”
when nora smiles it is a wan and sickly looking thing, like a flower starved of light and slowly dying from the dim. SOMETHING MEANT TO BE LIVELY BUT ROBBED OF IT. eyes are locked on the mirror rather than the man before her ; there is something menacing crackling beneath the reflective surface, and it is not the fact there is only one reflection. something shifts where other shape should be, something sharp and staticky, and nora swallows against the dry feeling in her throat and wills the little hairs on her arms to lay flat once more.
gaze drifts from the mirror to wheel towards the books stacked. WHY? a good question. one nora isn’t accustomed to asking or even thinking. little use behind it until she was alone, really. things just HAPPEN and you let them until you stop. “i don’t know how to leave.” fingers skim the frame of the mirror even as she now pointedly does not look at it. the thing near vibrates between her fingertip - HUNGRY - and she pulls back as if nipped. “i’m not...afraid of it happening to me,” nora long ago grew accustomed to the thought of suddenly ceasing ; it stopped being scary after the second time, “i don’t think it will be over with me.” things do not end so neatly. NO MORE GREENES, NO MORE VANISHING would be a lovely little button on it all, wouldn’t it? nora greene would vanish too young and leave no one behind and the name would slowly decay until no one would remember it. there is something SATISFYING about the idea, and that is the very reason nora doubts it.
nora greene edits 1 / ?
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𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙚𝙠 𝙜𝙤𝙙 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪?
ATHENA. congrats, you're a lesbian icon. you stunt on everyone who's only smart in the high INT way, or only smart in the high WIS way, by effortlessly combining both street smarts and academic knowledge to form an unstoppable pub quiz power house. you don't have to posture or perform. people know not to fuck with you because your reputation speaks for itself. unfortunately this does also scare off people who you could have gotten along with because you're incredibly intimidating. you can come off as cold, or arrogant, or downright callous even if you don't mean to. partly that's because you keep your cards close to your chest and don't like to really display your emotions openly. you prefer to share yourself only with people you trust completely. that's fine, but those aren't exactly a dime a dozen and you'll give yourself emotional constipation from all that swallowing stuff down while you wait for them. you're allowed to feel things in public sometimes, queen. it doesn't make you weak. plus, just because you don't show it doesn't mean you don't feel deeply! in fact, you probably experience emotions a lot stronger than many people who are more open about it, and you tend to lose yourself in memories a lot. you hold yourself to a really high standard, and therefore you have a lot of regrets, especially around the person you would like to be for your loved ones. those stay with you, and the guilt propels you onwards. just make sure it doesn't end up dragging you down. also partly that's because you don't suffer fools and you have very little patience for people who can't keep up with you. again, work, but let's be honest here: very few people can. and that's fine! not everyone's mind has to work like yours, at 5000 miles a minute and with the same amount of clarity as an MMO raid screen. like, that would drive most people crazy. it drives you a little crazy sometimes! just because they might take a little longer than you to arrive there doesn't mean it's not worth stopping and waiting for them. they might have something to share about the things you missed while you were racing ahead. the world isn't always black and white, and you would have a much easier time with pretty much everything if you let a little of that grey into your life every now and then. prommy.
i. think about the scope of the universe - let your mind pan out into the ether. ii. accept that you are just a small speck in a cosmos of floating rocks and dust. iii. let yourself enter that cosmos, leaving only your dust behind. iv. listen only to the whir of light churning, to the slight squeaking of a planet turning on its axis.
ascission // an indie oc with original lore. written by bee.
𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 𝙩𝙮𝙥𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧?
The sweetheart with an enigmatic dark past. You're always polite and kind with others. That makes people feel comfortable around you and many would consider you a close friend. However, you seldom feel connected with those around you. You feel like they don't know you, the real you, and they never will because you'll never allow them. It takes a great amount of time and trust for you to show yourself as you truly are, because you repress most of your feelings and desires, and mask them with a calm and collected personality. It just seems easier that way, safer. But remember that if you bottle everything up, it will explode one day, maybe in ways you aren't proud of.
which tragic character from ancient greek literature are you ?
tagged by : @shinedied
tagging : YOU
you are orestes from the oresteia by aeschylus, and you are haunted by a cycle of pain. you try your hardest to be a better person, but sometimes you wonder if you will stop feeling trapped by your past. you have a strong sense of justice, you are quick to protect and defend those you love, and you are not afraid to compromise your morals if that means you are settling the score. eventually though, the consequences of your deeds will catch up to you, but that's okay, because sometimes looking your ugliness right in the eye is the greatest release.
agentely:
her eyes wander , and she lets them. there’s no detail of greene home that goes unnoticed , and it all feels . . . off. she feels off. the clock ticks again , and she’s unsure if there’s such an object in the living room , or if the sound plays like a recording inside her head. it does not make a difference.
nora’s voice sounds almost relaxing , as if lulling her to go with the flow of the house. xiomara doesn’t want to , though. she’s had her fill of getting lost in places. “ then where do you go? ” it feels weird being the one asking questions , she has not felt like a detective in years , she doesn’t feel like one now , either , but it’s . . .freeing? the spotlight isn’t on her anymore , the camera lens and recorder aren’t directed at her this time , and this is not an interrogation room. it’s just a regular room , in a regular house , and these two are just regular women . . . no , that last one isn’t true. a hunch tells her nora is also aware of it. “ when you go , i mean. ” go , disappear , vanish , cease to be. it’s all the same , she thinks. even if you do come back , like it happened with her , you don’t really come back whole.
there is not a clock in the family room, where nora has taken to bringing her few guests. it is perhaps the singularly most COMFORTABLE option and even it is tenuous - the shutters closed over the windows outside and the curtains drawn within. too many coats in too many sizes for nora alone ; a family of memories in the memorials made of knitted blankets slung over the back of the sofa and the abundance of seating for one woman alone. it is a room meant to hold a FAMILY, after all, and nora cannot find hers, even in the cracks in the world.
head tips against the back of the sofa and nora sinks further into the familiar comfort. “nowhere,” she answers at first, before xiomara can correct herself. pale eyes are affixed on the woman across from her and nora doesn’t blink as the words continue. there are many options to answer with. SOMEWHERE ELSE, maybe. NOWHERE again is an option. “i don’t know.” it is a reply that could be distraught or shaky or frightened. instead it is floating and flat as nora lounges on a sofa other people ought to be sitting on. “away, i think. far away. i can’t - feel them anywhere.” nora sighs the words and sits up straighter for a beat before getting up, bare feet chilly against the creaky wooden floorboards. “i forgot to ask if you want anything to drink. do you want anything to drink?” nora tips towards the arched entrance to the room and motions for xiomara to follow just across the hall to the kitchen.
shinedied:
𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎, 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 ; 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎. he didn’t quantify what real shine was – had met enough people with varying degrees that he just … ASSUMED if they glimmered, it was shine, full stop. over the handful of meetings however there is a different sense entirely he gets from the woman, as if she’s behind a screen; a gaussian blur overtaking her FACE at times. sometimes all he sees are eights hovering, spinning in multitudes as if it’s a skeleton key to unlock it all.
at once, he knows her words are a lie, the emptiness in them ringing out. and there’s an unnerving sense about it, her house – a place he’s never been but can already FEEL; like it’s been working its way inside his DREAMS. he wakes with no memory, only that feeling, ( 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴, 𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘴. ) a feeling that he’s felt before. never again. to be in a place that cedes reality is something he never wants to be one thousand miles within, never mind one footstep away from the threshold. “ interesting, that’s a … good word for it. ” but she needs help, his burden to know to relate almost like a curse. dragging him from places that house empty devils regardless of how much he might want to run, to hide, to refuse. “ a part of me feels as if i’ve already been there in a way. which is strange, i know. but it’s not the first time it’s happened to me. ”
it’s STRANGE, being seen. nora is used to eyes skipping over her like a scratch in a cd - a blip where sound ought to be. she thinks it might be uncomfortable to look at a vanishing thing for too long. people don’t like to watch something ENDING SLOWLY. the slightly sticky table beneath her palms is solid enough that nora doesn’t feel like she’s being slowly pulled from the earth as she sits here and it’s nice. being looked at for this long is nice. nora smiles her thin smile at dan and doesn’t bother looking at the plasticky menu before her.
“it’s not that strange.” nora’s barometer for STRANGE was never set properly. perhaps she isn’t the best judge. “it’s just a house.” she shrugs and leans forward just a bit, the motion sending a snarl of dark hair across her shoulder. “mostly.” there is the basement, which she has never liked, with its steep stairs and the sound of distant chatter in the corners of the damp air, and the study with it’s...everything. even nora knows the STUDY is strange ; the basement, though, might just be how basements are. “i feel like that sometimes. like i’ve been someplace before. or more like - i’ve SEEN it before. parts of it.” versions of it might be a better way to word it ; like she’s been in a room before only the sofa was a different shade of blue, or the windows were in slightly different places, or the fireplace had white stone instead of red brick. just little things.
“i DO think you might like parts of it.” nora isn’t sure how she’s aware he knows it was a lie. maybe she doesn’t know. maybe he just blinked funny when she said it or something and nora picked up on it without realizing. her reflection in the window stares at her from nora’s peripheral and she ignores her own face. “like the kitchen. the kitchen is lovely.”
agentely:
𝙸𝙽𝚃. 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙴𝙽𝙴 𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴 — 𝙳𝙰𝚈 — @ascission
she couldn’t focus ; thoughts as sparse as the morning mist , every time the clock ticked , her thoughts would simply . . . vanish. hours , minutes , days , years — time itself didn’t feel real. though , she couldn’t remember the last time she had been absolutely sure of own sense of reality. with eyes set on another’s features , xiomara clung to facts : the girl didn’t seem older than when she first opened the door. it hasn’t passed that much time , she figured. a smile is then offered . . . or a gesture that should resemble one. “ were you born here? ” she asks , at risk of sounding out of context , she needs the story to start from the beginning ( granted there is a beginning and an end , and it’s not all an amalgamation of events happening at once — sometimes it does feel that way ).
it would be lovely to say she could understand such a thing ; nora LIKES understanding the things and people around her, even in the vague way she understands how this world is thin in places and peels at the edges. the fact of the matter is that nora has lived an extremely linear life. greenes are extremely linear people. they are born and they live in disparate increments of eight. they do not move from the place they were born. they live quite lives and they keep the mirrors covered and they go about their lives and smile vaguely and ignore certain things.
“yes, here.” head ducks in a nod and legs are tucked beneath her, folded neatly where she is sitting sunken into the corner of the worn L-shaped sectional that sits in the greene family living room. there is no television on the entertainment center, and a collection of face-down photographs decorates the top of it instead, “everyone in my family was. we don’t move.” it is stated as matter of fact as one might tell another the time or the date ; THE GREENES ARE STATIONARY CREATURES. it is as sure as the sky is blue.
phantombs:
“Then she’ll have to be persuasive. I’m a stubborn man,” he mutters, listless as he turns his page. The creaky little book store drawls with its chugging ceiling fans, dusty with years or the buzzing crawl of decades, but it’s not so much the novels in these shelves that humor him–but her, more so, in that strange, peculiar air… And yet, ever encouraging thoughts. He cants his head, leant against ‘gardening’. “Do you think she’s listening today?” Well. “You speak oddly. Like 'kind’ always fills your mouth.”
“oh, she can be,” nora taps her pencil against the paper of the sketchbook, idling just beneath the lowest spiral of text as she looks at the set of eyes across from her. the store is full of noise in the way nora finds more comforting than unnerving ; they are natural noises, the sounds of a building that is built here, that is solid here, that exists. “she’s always listening, and is just as stubborn. maybe more.” her own head tips the opposite direction of his. “do i?” nora does a lot of things ODDLY - that’s what people tell her, at least. “KIND? i’ll take that as a compliment. i do try. better to be kind than...unkind.”