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𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝔂𝓸𝓾

[bloodthirstyflower]

#BLOODTHIRSTYFLOWER .... an independent, private, & selective roleplay blog for dahlia hawthorne from the ace attorney series. written by tifa. ( 20+ / she / her / EST )

activity status: VERY LOW ACTIVITY.

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blogroll: @generalzelgius, @humanremained, @touchyoudown

[too-many-blorbos]

Soulmates as a horror concept.

You WILL love this person. It doesn't matter who you loved before; any feelings you had, any promises you made, they will become inconsequential as soon as you lock eyes with the stranger Fate has picked for you.

There's no way to stop it.

There's no way to say "no."

You will meet someone and with a single glance, both of you will become someone new, someone who's now bound to this stranger whether you like it or not, want it or not.

Trapped in a dance together until the day you die.

[leneemusing]

a tender glimpse beneath the surface

❝ i'll always protect you. ❞

❝ i never meant to get this close, but now that i have i can't let you go. ❞

❝ i live for the moments when you look at me. the rest of the time i'm just existing. ❞

❝ i don't like how you make me feel. but i like not being around you even less. ❞

❝ i wish you wouldn't look at me like that. when you look at me like that i...it makes me wanna do things i shouldn't ❞

❝ there's no line i wouldn't cross for you. don't you realize that? ❞

❝ i did this for you. no one else. ❞

❝ i don't like it, but i'll do it for you. ❞

❝ i wonder how much of myself i'll have to give to you—how much i have to lay bare—before you realize how much you're taking. ❞

❝ i'm not trying to fix you. i'm just trying to be your friend. ❞

❝ i'm not um, real good at thank yous. or sorry's. but if you ever need me, i'm there. i owe you one. ❞

❝ i've seen you at your worst and i'm still standing here. ❞

❝ you've seen me at my worst but you're still here... ❞

❝ you can be mad at me, i can take it. i'd rather you be angry than shut me out. ❞

❝ i'm not angry, i'm just scared. ❞

❝ i know you love me, but do you like me? ❞

❝ do you think i'm a good person? ❞

❝ do you think i care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference? of course i'm helping you. ❞

❝ tell me what i can do to show you how i love you. i will give you anything you ask for. ❞

❝ you don't have to keep apologizing. just be here. day in and day out and prove that you're gonna keep showing up. that's all you have to do. ❞

❝ i only sleep well when you're next to me. ❞

❝ i don't want an apology i just want to understand. ❞

❝ i could actually use a hug right now. ❞

❝ i want everyone else to go away, but you can stay. ❞

❝ i actually do care what you think about. you're probably one of the only people whose opinion matters to me. ❞

❝ you always seem to know what i need. ❞

❝ you always seem to know just what i need to hear. ❞

❝ i want you to call me when you need someone. i want to be here for you. ❞

❝ you're the one i wanna call when i need someone. ❞

❝ seems like i always want you around when everything feels all fucked up. guess that means something. ❞

[bloodthirstyflower]

“Why did you choose this path,”

❝ It's just like you to be so direct, cousin. ❞ Dahlia went silent for a moment, eyes closed, pensive. It was as if she were reliving her life, putting a magnifying glass over it, delving into the reasons behind her actions. She saw a lot of heartache and pain. Melancholy, isolation, the feeling of being unloved. ❝ Perhaps I did not choose this path outright. Maybe it just chose me. Maybe I felt like I had to do what I did to survive. To be happy. To find myself amidst the rubble.... Not everyone has the luxury of growing up in a wonderful, loving family... ❞ Her words dipped in poison at the latter sentence, jealousy coming to the forefront. But had Dahlia truly been unloved by all, or had she just convinced herself of that ???

[petaltexturedskies]

Anton Chekhov, Verochka

[drownedhymns]

It wasn't like she hated the fact that Dahlia called her often. There was something inherently nice about being needed or wanted as far as others were concerned, something that she kept tucked away in the back of her mind with the liquor she always kept hidden in a flask on her person. Still, it was the fact that she was exposed to that trouble that made her worry that something bad would eventually happen to the woman. She saw it time and time and time again in her line of work and she was always petrified about the people around her becoming a statistic.

Though, who was she to look down on statistics? Wasn't she one herself?

"It's fine....just..." she starts but then stops, running lithe fingers through her hair and disrupting the strands that were on their second day of washing. She looked a mess, she was sure, though that doesn't effect what's going on right now, does it? Chocolate hues glance over to her partner in crime before she shoves her hands into her coat pockets. "Just be careful, Dahlia. There's a lot of people out here who mean you no good." She mumbles, shortening her stride so she can keep up with the other woman. "Fine, I'll take lunch. I haven't eaten since dinner anyway."

[bloodthirstyflower]

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Was that genuine concern from her detective friend ??? How utterly sweet. Would she still act the same way if she knew Dahlia's murder count ??? Likely not. Even so, it was nice to have someone care about her well-being, if not a little annoying. After all, Dahlia could take care of herself. She had proven this time and time again. But Daekyung didn't need to know that. Let her be the helpless sheep.

❝ You shouldn't worry so much, love, you'll wrinkle up in no time. ❞ She said it playfully, her tone light and airy, drifting on the wind. She walked in front of her friend, twirling her parasol as it covered her from the harsh sun's rays. Her pace was brisk, as she wanted to get as far away from the police station as possible, lest someone change their mind about letting her go. ❝ Anyway, I think people should worry about you more. Skipping meals is not very healthy, don't you know ??? How do you sustain energy to live otherwise ??? ❞

They walked for a few more blocks until a cute cafe came into view, right on the corner. The outside was blooming with flowers of all colors, but mostly pink and red, with fake butterflies adorned on them. The inside was much the same. Dahlia held the door open for her friend with a cheerful smile, walking in after her and taking a seat by the window. There were menus on the table, so she picked one up and began browsing. ❝ Order whatever you want and as much as you want. Don't worry about the prices. ❞ It was a bit bougie in there, so she wanted to comfort her friend.

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[bloodxhound]

     𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐌, whether it’s genuine or just a ploy devised to pluck at his heartstrings. A culled flower will never bloom again. It’s destined to wilt, no matter how much it longs for a second spring.   ❛❛ Is that really a life, ❜❜   he inquires, voice rumbling like the brontide of a distant thunderstorm,   ❛❛ to live like a parasite? Leechin’ off a girl an’ her bleeding heart? ❜❜   Slowly, steadily, he does away with the distance. The sun at his back sends his shadow her way, heralding his proximity.   ❛❛ I don’t care if she channeled you. You’re takin’ advantage of her. Or are you gonna tell me she agreed to forfeit her entire life just so you could have another shot at yours? ❜❜   His dark eyes bore into her, drilling incessantly, in search for an ounce of sincerity, the part of her that could be brought to reason.   ❛❛ You’ve hurt so many people. You don’t get to walk away from this.  ❜❜

     Around them, wildflowers and grass blades sway gently in the sun-soaked breeze, unbothered by his intent to pluck her from their midst.   ❛❛ I’m here to give you the chance t’do the right thing. ❜❜   His fingers twitch by his side, thumb brushing against what is tucked away inside a pocket of his cargo pants. It speaks to Dahlia’s low opinion of her sister to believe she would send the detective off without adequate means to deal with her. What has been entrusted to his care would spell a swift, painful end to this ghost story, the severance of spirit from host. A last resort, Iris called it, insisting on it with a quiet resolution that brooked no objections. Ray comes to a stop, his shadow eclipsing her pale figure. Instead of reaching for the red magatama, he extends his arm, palm empty and open, an offer.   ❛❛ Come with me, Ms. Hawthorne. Back to Kurain Village. For a final goodbye. ❜❜

[bloodthirstyflower]

The she-wolf in sheep's clothing has been playing the innocent part for so long she has forgotten what it means to be genuine — or has she fooled herself into thinking she is something she is not ??? When the petals are peeled off the bud, what is it that remains ??? Who is she ??? She was many things : a victim, a murderess, a liar, but she was no innocent, that was for certain.

Ray's words cut through her, exposing her rotten core, and she instinctively took a few steps back, folding her arms across her chest, closing herself off, protecting herself. ❝ It's really none of your business, though, is it ??? You don't know this girl. Maybe she was miserable and wanted to die, so instead, she channeled me, giving her life purpose. ❞ Such audacity flowed off her lips so effortlessly. Her pride, her arrogance, had always been her downfall. Because she thought she truly deserved a second chance. The world had set her up for failure, it wasn't fair. ❝ And what about everyone who hurt me ??? Everyone got what was coming to them. ❞ More lies spewed like venom, the acidity high, and scalding. She had harmed so many truly innocent people simply because they had the misfortune of crossing her path.

Ray outstretched his hand towards her, and she scoffed, shaking her head at him, not moving a muscle towards him, instead backing some more, into the shade of a grand tree. ❝ No, I'm not coming. You can't make me. ❞ Though even she realized there wasn't much of a choice here. She could run, sure, but how far would she make it before he caught up to her ??? It seemed like her words had no effect on him either. She was in trouble. Big trouble.

[chiishyy]

3CE LIP GLOSS

[drownedhymns]

muse name: moon daekyung (32) open to: anyone (m/f/nb/etc) plot: you've known daekyung for quite some time (pre-established relationship) and whenever you get in trouble you always call her to come and bail you out of it. she's shown up, like she always does because she can't leave you with an active problem.

"I'm starting to think you're abusing this "I'm friend with a detective" angle." comes the familiar, exasperated timbre from the woman in question whose just rolled up to where they are. Hands are placed against the soft curve of her hips as she glares at the person whose ass she has come to save yet again. "One day you're going to be the homicide I'm investigating, do you know that...? It's like trouble finds you wherever you are." All of her words are meant to be chastising but she figures that they won't take it to heart....no one ever did.

Still, she huffs a little bit. "Stay where you are, don't move." A demand that leaves no room for a debate before she goes up to the counter and talks to the officers that are there. It's a few minutes of back and forth before she returns and gestures for them to get up and follow her. "Alright come on, you fucking delinquent. You've been let go this time, we gotta hit the road before they come to their senses and lock you up for the night." Not that she would let them.....she still held some kind of sway since her demotion.

[bloodthirstyflower]

How utterly ironic that Daekyung mentioned that one day in the future, Dahlia would be the homicide she would be investigating. Dahlia had to bite her tongue to prevent the giggle that threatened to burst through lightly glossed pink lips. Having a detective friend had its benefits, indeed, especially for a murderer. It was a blessing that Daekyung was so under her spell, much like many, many, others, for how could such a beautiful, delicate flower be capable of such horrendous, violent acts ??? Sure, she had gotten away with past crimes on her own, but this was much easier. Dahlia smiled innocently at the detective, nodding with faux understanding. She stood in place, mindlessly twirling her red tresses, waiting for her crime to vanish with just a few strong words to the officers who had nabbed her up earlier.

When Daekyung returned, Dahlia turned on her heels and exited the police station, not needing any further encouragement. The officers didn't have any evidence on her, not yet, but they could've kept her for longer in questioning. ❝ Thank you, as always, for coming to my rescue. I don't know what I would do without you. Say, lunch is on me, as a thank you. ❞ Dahlia knew better than anyone that favors should be repaid.

[chiishyy]

stylenanda

[bloodthirstyflower]

hi all, i hope everyone has been doing well. just a note, i haven't really had much muse at all these days for miss dahlia, and i'm focused on rebooting some of my other rp blogs currently. if you're still interested in writing with me, i highly recommend following me on my other blogs listed below, in order from most active to least active. hope to see you there !!!

blogroll: @generalzelgius, @humanremained, @touchyoudown

[bloodthirstyflower]

hi all, i hope everyone has been doing well. just a note, i haven't really had much muse at all these days for miss dahlia, and i'm focused on rebooting some of my other rp blogs currently. if you're still interested in writing with me, i highly recommend following me on my other blogs listed below, in order from most active to least active. hope to see you there !!!

blogroll: @generalzelgius, @humanremained, @touchyoudown

[bloodthirstyflower]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓 — search your muse's name and select three to nine unsent messages to them.

tagged by: @lupinoire ( omg thank you !!! )

tagging: you !!!

[fairyinthetrees]

the feminine urge to just fucking do it yourself

[teandstars]

I started Trials and Tribulations like 4 years ago and just finished it recently. After so many emotions….SWEET, SWEET CATHARSIS

[kagoshou]

@bloodthirstyflower continued from here!

his posture shifts ever so slightly; the red gleam of his visor alone makes for a better answer than what could ever pass his lips. but there’s not much to be gained from staring someone down who’s behind bars in every sense of being. “sure,” he says flatly in the end, voice low but without ( imminent ) threat. “call it what you want. philosophy’s always been a mirror of humanity. there's nothing bad about it.” morbid curiosity drives him to wonder whether the woman was capable of either. at least theoretically. common sense on the other hand reminds him that the answer to that question changes so very little.

“but if this is a debate, you should know that we won't get very far with a handful of lukewarm, fatalistic takes."

[bloodthirstyflower]

Dahlia was no idiot. She was an intellectual type. It came with the territory of having been a literature student, having had to decipher the true intentions of authors, pull themes and symbolism from their texts. Godot was much like this, speaking in tongues. She gave him a stern glare, eyes furrowed. ❝ Fine, I guess I have time to entertain you. A reason for our madness.... let's see.... ❞ She went silent for a moment, lost in thought. ❝ It always starts with a child's upbringing. Home, family life, abuse. My mother was cruel, obsessed with power. Wanted a life of luxury, like my father who left her after seeing that she would not become the next head of our clan. He took me with him. Guess his thoughts rubbed off on me. All I wanted then was materialistic possessions. What about you ? ❞ If she was going to unravel her soul, she expected him do the same.

[lovlorne]

                              🙦✿ ⦙ — ❪   @bloodthirstyflower, from here  ❫ — ⦙ ✿🙦

———— 🖤┊   ❝ BUT SOME PEOPLE DESERVE IT, ❞   acid seeps from pastel pink lips, the razor sharp edges of her smirk caressing the crescents of mischievous eyes.   ❝ to be rend in twain for their crimes against humanity. surely you rejoice when someone who escapes the law meets a muddier end at the hand of what we like to call karma? why wait for it when we could don the mantle instead? ❞   

[bloodthirstyflower]

Dahlia's face became serious, her mouth in a firm straight line, eyebrows furrowed, honey-brown eyes sharp with determination. Her past self would've gleefully agreed with the other woman, but then again, Dahlia only ever killed to further her own gains. She was not a crusader for justice. Criminals did deserve to be punished, much like she did, but not in that way. ❝ It's better to leave all of that to the courts. There are those who have been fighting hard to bring criminals to justice and to destroy the corruption within our system. Last I've heard, they are making great progress there. You shouldn't get in their way. If you do, you might end up here beside me. ❞ Though if the other's thoughts were this wild and dangerous, maybe she should be here now.