something's made your eyes go cold

private sideblog multi to warpainte

[bloodyraw]

#BLOODYRAW. private multi-muse sideblog to warpainte for both canon and original* characters. current roster: tara carpenter, jackie taylor, trini guerrero, annabeth chase, asher adams, deena johnson, ziggy berman, axle taborn*, augustus cassius*, nova bertille*.

tara carpenter, scream. 18-19. lesbian. cis woman, she/her. follows scream canon, other than her relationship with chad. primary.

jackie taylor, yellowjackets. 18. lesbian, suffers from comphet. cis woman, she/her. secondary/testing.

trini guerrero, power rangers 2017. 18. lesbian. nonbinary, she/her. single-ship with kimberly hart (not together, just pathetically pining). primary.

annabeth chase, pjo. 18. bisexual. cis woman, she/her. single-ship with percy jackson. primary.

asher adams, all american. 18-19. heterosexual. cis man, he/him. primary.

deena johnson, fear street. 18. lesbian. nonbinary, she/them. primary.

ziggy berman, fear street. 17-33. bisexual. cis woman, she/her. testing.

axle taborn, pjo-based oc. 30. bisexual. trans man, he/him. son of hephaestus.

augustus cassius, pjo-based oc. 35. bisexual. nonbinary, they/them. child of mars, retired praetor.

nova bertille, pjo-based oc. 29. lesbian. cis woman, she/her. daughter of aphrodite, resides outside of camp, florist.

[bloodyraw]

trini’s mom can’t even show off all of trini’s quinceanera pictures because in every single one she’s just 😡

[survivedsarchived]

silas hopes he sounds appreciative, because really, he is - but he's a little annoyed, too; it undoubtedly bleeds into his tone. it's all directed at himself, however, not nova; the decision to drag himself here had been more difficult than silas cares to admit. typically, he'd be content to tend to himself, do what he can then suffer through whatever remains in silence - the pain is hardly ever impairing, more of a nuisance than anything - but he'd lacked the adequate supplies to care for himself, and nova was closer than camp.

it's one of the rare occasions he wishes he had more friends - or, if not friends, exactly, allies. there are mortals that are acutely aware of a world beyond their own, but only to a certain extent; they don't know the truth of him. silas doesn't trust any of them enough to divulge that - hence, his desperate crawl here.

“i can handle pain, you know,” he replies a little stiffly. he knows he shouldn't be defensive, that it's not her intention to imply otherwise (that'd be her sister, and silas can't help but feel relief she's not seeing him like this), but he's speaking before he can stop himself, teeth grinding harshly together, the sound loud in his ears.

“-i fell through a window.” pushed through would be more accurate, but even with her, he's not willing to admit outright he failed. that a monster caught him unsuspecting, got the better of him, is still alive - his breath catches, and silas drops his eyes towards his hand, presses his thumb against a cut across his knuckles in a halfhearted attempt to staunch the bleeding. “it was just a first story. it could've been worse.”

[bloodyraw]

she's not sure when her home became the last resort for demigods who couldn't make it to camp, but nova doesn't mind it—she's glad to be useful to them in some way. when she was younger, she would look at others and wish she had the same desire to fight as they had, but while she was able to push herself enough to learn how to shoot an arrow, she still didn't take a real liking to it. it had been fine for the most part, because the rest of cabin ten didn't care for fighting, either, until mikayla desousa arrived and judged them all for it. but even she had found her way here, to nova's surprise, so she's not as useless as her sister had made her feel.

“just because you can doesn't mean you should have to.” nova's never understood that about their kind—why they all seemed to set on appearing strong, as if they weren't as equally human as they were god. “but i know.” she adds, just to make him feel better.

it could always be worse, right up until they're dead, so the phrase doesn't bring nova any comfort, but she's afraid to come off as too sympathetic, because if silas is anything like mikayla, he won't appreciate it. “well, i'm glad you came. i know i'm not much good when it comes to fighting, but at least i can help with the aftermath.”

once nova feels like any risk of infection is diminished, she straightens up, reaching across the table for the thermos of nectar, pouring a small amount into a glass and sliding it over to silas. “you should be good now, i think. but if you're hungry, i can make us something to eat. i'm not the best cook, but—it's something.”

[lucifersresources]

taylor swift // reputation rp meme.

edit/alter/change pronouns etc as you see fit!  

...ready for it?

knew he was a killer.

he's a ghost.

i see nothing better.

touch me and you'll never be alone.

no one has to know.

in my dreams, you should see the things we do.

i know i'm gonna be with you.

are you ready for it?

every love in comparison is a failure.

i'm so very tame now.

let the games begin.

end game.

i wanna be your end game.

you and me, we got big reputations.

i got some big enemies.

you like the bad ones.

i don't wanna miss you.

i don't wanna hurt you.

they told you i'm crazy.

i swear i don't love the drama, it loves me.

i can't let you go.

your hand prints on my soul.

you've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks.

i did something bad.

i never trust a narcissist, but they love me.

this is how the world works.

all he thinks about is me.

i can feel the flames on my skin.

i owe him nothing.

he had it coming.

they say i did something bad.

they say i did something bad, then why's it feel so good?

i let them think they saved me.

they never see it coming.

you gotta leave before you get left.

they're burning all the witches, even if you aren't one.

don't blame me.

love made me crazy.

my drug is my baby.

i've been breaking hearts a long time.

something happened.

i just need you.

for you i would cross the line.

for you i would lose my mind.

she's gone too far this time.

i'm just gonna call you mine.

i'm insane, but i'm your baby.

i once was poison ivy, but now i'm your daisy.

for you i would fall from grace.

i'd beg you on my knees to stay.

i get to high every time you're loving me.

delicate.

this ain't for the best.

my reputation's never been worse.

you must like me for me.

we can't make any promises now can we?

just think of the fun things we could do.

is it cool that i said all that?

is it chill that you're in my head?

i know that it's delicate.

is it too soon to do this yet?

do the girls back home touch you like i do?

stay here, honey, i don't wanna share.

are you ever dreaming of me?

i pretend you're mine.

look what you made me do.

i don't like your little games.

i don't like your perfect crime.

i got smarter, i got harder in the nick of time.

i rose up from the dead.

i rose up from the dead, i do it all the time.

look what you made me do.

all i think about is karma.

maybe i got mine, but you'll all get yours.

i don't trust nobody.

i'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams.

so it goes.

you make everyone disappear.

gold cage, hostage to my feelings.

i'm yours to keep.

i'm yours to lose.

i do bad things with you.

you make me jealous.

i got your heart skipping.

you did a number on me.

gorgeous.

you've ruined my life by not being mine.

you're so gorgeous.

i'm so furious at you for making me feel this way.

i feel like i might sink and drown and die.

there's nothing i hate more than what i can't have.

getaway car.

nothing good starts in a getaway car.

it was the best of times, the worst of crimes.

i wanted to leave him.

i needed a reason.

x marks the spot where we fell apart.

i was lying to myself.

we never had a shotgun shot in the dark.

don't pretend it's such a mystery.

think about the place where you first met me.

there were sirens in the beat of your heart.

should've known i'd be the first to leave.

but with three of us, honey, it's a sideshow.

a circus ain't a love story.

now we're both sorry.

us traitors never win.

that was the last time you ever saw me.

king of my heart.

i'm perfectly fine.

i'm better off alone.

we rule the kingdom inside my room.

all at once, you are the one i have been waiting for.

you are all i want.

i'll never let you go.

your love is a secret i'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep.

the taste of your lips is my idea of luxury.

is this the end of all the endings?

my broken bones are mending.

all at once, this is enough.

this is enough.

dancing with our hands tied.

i loved you in secret.

we love without reason.

how were you to know.

my love had been frozen.

my love had been frozen deep blue, but you painted me golden.

you painted me golden.

i could've spent forever with your hands in my pockets.

there was nothing in the world that could stop it.

i had a bad feeling.

you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis.

there was no one in the world who could take it.

i loved you in spite of deep fears that the world would divide us.

can we dance through an avalanche?

i'm a mess.

i'm the mess that you wanted.

it's gravity keeping you with me.

dress.

they got no idea about me and you.

there is an indentation in the shape of you.

made your mark on me.

my hands are shaking from holding back from you.

say my name and everything just stops.

i don't want you like a best friend.

only bought this dress so you could take it off.

carve your name into my bedpost.

if i get burned, at least we were electrified.

everyone thinks that they know us.

they know nothing.

even in my worst lies, you saw the truth in me.

now i wake up by your side.

my one and only, my lifeline.

this is why we can't have nice things.

there are no rules.

feeling so gatsby for that whole year.

why'd you have to rain on my parade?

this is why we can't have nice things.

did you think i wouldn't hear all the things you said about me?

you stabbed me in the back.

friends don't try to trick you.

if only you weren't so shady.

here's a toast to my real friends.

forgiveness is a nice thing to do.

i can't even say it with a straight face.

call it what you want.

my castle crumbled overnight.

they took the crown.

they took the crown, but it's alright.

nobody's heard from me in months.

nobody's heard from me in months, i'm doing better than i ever was.

i'm doing better than i ever was.

call it what you want.

my baby loves me like i'm brand new.

all my flowers grew back as thorns.

he built a fire just to keep me warm.

they fade to nothing when i look at him.

i make the same mistakes every time.

at least i did one thing right.

i did one thing right.

starry eyes sparking up my darkest night.

he really knows me.

you don't need to save me.

would you run away with me?

you don't need to save me, but would you run away with me?

new year's day.

don't read the last page.

i stay when you're lost.

i'm scared.

you're turning away.

i want your midnights.

i'll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year's day.

you squeeze my hand three times in the back of the taxi.

i can tell that it's gonna be a long road.

i'll be there if you're the toast of the town.

i'll be there if you're the toast of the town, or if you strike out and you're crawling home.

hold on to the memories.

hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you.

please don't ever become a stranger.

don't ever become a stranger whose laugh i could recognise anywhere.

you and me forevermore.

i will hold on to you.

[manslaught-a]

the food of the gods is swallowed so fast that mikayla doesn't allow herself to even enjoy it—that's never been the point for her, seeking the healing it provides and nothing else. that's one of the problems with her, she thinks: she thinks only about survival without allowing herself room for enjoyment. mikayla doesn't know how to snap out of it, not after living that way for her entire life.

are you okay? if she weren't in so much pain, mikayla might have laughed—she doesn't know if she's ever been okay, not really. but the pain in her fists has already started to subside, shifting from an almost intolerable burn to a cold ache, something uncomfortable but manageable. “yeah,” she says tersely, reaching for the ointment once she feels she can move her hands without wincing. unsurprisingly, she doesn't make eye contact with nova, coating her blisters in silence, feeling the weight of her sister's gaze as she does so. at least it's her, out of all of mikayla's siblings—even if mikayla knows she can sense everything mikayla's hiding, at least she's the same, so maybe a part of her understands. that, and she's one of the easier aphrodite kids to get along with, unlike mikayla.

the urge to leave now that she's gotten what she wanted is overwhelming, but she has just enough decency to stay, watching her blood drip from her elbow onto nova's kitchen tile. she wonders for a moment how much blood this house has seen—if maybe this is the first time, because mikayla remembers how little nova would fight. she was decent at archery, she thinks, but that must have been it. mikayla's always been the only one of them that goes out looking for a fight, even if she didn't ask for this one specifically.

the sound of flapping wings is enough for her to lift her head, brows furrowing in confusion before a dove lands on the table before her—the confusion is almost instantly replaced by annoyed disbelief, casting a glance to her sister that says really? “you couldn't get something normal? like—i don't know, a fucking poodle?” it's worse when a second bird joins the first, accompanied by laughter from her sister. maybe mikayla should feel some sort of attachment toward the animals, as they represent her mother, but she hardly feels any attachment toward her, so why would she here? swallowing back the bitterness she feels at the thought, she glances at the puddle of blood left on the ground, no longer growing now that her wounds are closed. “do you have any clothes i could take?”

[bloodyraw]

it's the exact answer nova expected to hear, but she still presses her lips into a thin line, fighting back the urge to press her for the truth. she doesn't, because she knows the effort would be wasted—mikayla's never opened up to any of them, not even once in the eight years since she first arrived at camp. it's not as though cabin ten is a tight-knit family, but for the most part, they got along, outside of petty arguments—and then there was mikayla, who refused to spend time with them, sitting at the corner of their dining table, dismissing all attempts to talk to her. as the then head counselor, nova had to remind her siblings to be patient, be nice—though the latter ended up not being needed after realizing mikayla could defend herself better than the rest of them, that to start something with her would be a mistake, especially for a camper that hardly knew how to wield a weapon. she'll come around eventually, no matter how different she was, nova would tell them all.

and she was wrong.

her younger sister's apparent annoyance doesn't bother nova, but makes her giggle with amusement instead. “is that what you would want? a poodle?” while her tone is teasing, the question is genuine, desperate for any piece of information about her, because despite knowing her for years, mikayla's a stranger to her—anything from her would be new information. “cats and dogs are cute, but i can't talk to them. beau and belle, though, i can.” the doves voice their agreement, but the blank stare on mikayla's face is enough for nova to deduce that the ability isn't shared among all siblings, the way french is. that, or mikayla's just really good at ignoring things. nova's not sure which she leans toward.

“i might have some that'll fit.” she's smaller than mikayla—shorter by about four inches and a lot less muscular, so the fit might be a little tight, but somewhere in her close might be an oversized shirt or two. the sweatpants, she's not sure about. “just one catch—you have to stay the night.” there's a look that flashes across mikayla's face, somewhere between irritation and outright panic, so nova continues, “i'm not saying we have to bond or anything, but you have to be tired. you just fought three bulls. i'd sleep better knowing you're here.” for just one night, she'll be able to know mikayla's safe, even if she's left before nova gets up.

“you can shower first. then—then you can either just go straight to bed or we can watch a movie, if you want. i can order food. we don't have to talk about anything.” it shouldn't be so hard, asking family not to push her away when she's not even trying to pry. but nova's been lucky enough to come from a loving one, two mothers that care enough about her to make up for aphrodite's neglect, to let her know she's safe. maybe mikayla didn't have that—nova has no idea, because she doesn't know anything. all she knows is that, despite her dismissiveness, mikayla doesn't hate her—she can feel that much, at least, able to sense that there's some kind of care deep down, even if she doesn't want to admit it. that's the only thing stopping her from backing down. “mikayla, please. you came here because you had nowhere else to go.”

[doomdays]

it's a question that hope is asked often, but never one she's willing to answer truthfully. most of the time, that's because she doesn't know what's true and what's not. it's easier to pretend even to herself that she's fine, but the truth is, college hasn't been the easiest adjustment for her. it should be; she's a genius, even if she doesn't realize that herself, but she can feel her focus slipping away the same it had before. seeing her father in the halls doesn't help, even though she's well aware he's only ever wanted what was best for her. ❝  if i wasn't, you wouldn't know, ❞ she says, trying to prove her point as a small smile tugs at her lips, but she turns more serious a moment later and shrugs her shoulders. ❝  -- yeah. mostly, i guess. sometimes i just wonder if i actually belong here or not. that-- sounds dumb, ❞ she mumbles, quickly catching it and shaking her head, diverting the attention away from herself. ❝  what about you? school can't be exactly where you want to be right now, right? ❞

[bloodyraw]

her eyes roll playfully, her head shaking because she's trying to be serious, even if it's not a subject she'd usually prefer to talk about. tara might be more willing to admit she's not okay after everything that's happened to her, but that doesn't mean she wants to focus on it. “what, because you're too smart?” she laughs, because she's not sure if she can handle the weight of anything heavier, even if she's the one who asked. “it doesn't sound dumb.” tara pauses, because she's not sure if she can agree—there's a certain comfort that comes with being in school, because it's so normal compared to the last year of her life, because at least if she's worrying about schoolwork she doesn't have time to think about what happened not once but twice. that, and being in a larger body feels safer, even if a part of her has reconsidered that after the last group of killers were so willing to attack in public—tara can only hope it's harder to get away in a sea of students than a subway. “actually... i don't mind it. i kind of like it, being somewhere normal after everything.”

[bloodyraw]

@surviveds: believe it or not, i am grateful.

she's no child of apollo, but she likes to think she's good enough at first aid—it's one of the few useful things she'd learned during her time at camp, because while she didn't have the drive for physical training that most of the other cabins had, she made a point to make herself useful, somehow. that meant spending her time in the infirmary, working alongside cabin seven, learning what she could, often apologizing on one of her sisters' behalf in the later years.

“i would hope so,” she says with a smile, head dipping as she douses the cloth in her hand with solution. “it's just saline, so it shouldn't burn...” she offers as a warning before pressing the cloth to his the wound, dabbing gently. “what happened, anyway?”

[bloodyraw]

@surviveds: give me your hand. let me look at it.

in their youth, they would have ripped their hand away like a wounded animal, refusing any help, but one of the lessons they'd had to teach themself over the years was that they didn't need to—accepting help wasn't a sign of weakness, the way they originally thought. with a begrudging sigh, augustus offers their hand to cain—palm sliced open, blood trickling down their wrist. the bleeding has slowed, but it still hurts, still needs attention. “i've had worse,” they grumble, opposite hand moving to pat at their prosthetic in a half-assed attempt to lighten the mood. “just make sure i keep it.”

[doomdays]

part of her believes that it would be better,  easier if he did just hate her.   it could be easier for him,  and she thinks she deserves it --- she strung him along for so long,  kept so many things from him that she should have known all along that he would have understood.   maybe if she'd been open with him,  she could have gotten help before things turned to chaos.   all she thinks about is what she did wrong,  even if she's in a better place now  ---  because there are still too many people in her life who suffered as if they were collateral damage in olivia's own pain.  she shakes her head slowly,  because she doesn't know what to say,  caught between relief and and an undeserving feeling.   ❝  then i guess i'm sorry you don't hate me.  i'm sure that would be easier,  ❞   she mumbles,  her shoulders slumping as she lets out a sigh.   ❝  and i'm sorry this is so --- weird.  i miss talking to you.  i know it can't be the same. ❞    

[bloodyraw]

“it would be,” he agrees, because he's always felt better being honest with her, even if she clearly doesn't feel the same way. he'd lied about the steroids before, but even that killed him to do, no matter how blinded he felt at the time by the need to push himself better. that entire situation only proved to him that he should be honest with her, anyway, because maybe if he had, he could still play. “i miss talking to you, too, but—” but he can't get over how he'd tried to do exactly that, but she'd refused. asher understands why now, but it's still difficult to get past that. “i don't know if it'll ever be the same. we're both different people now, i think.”

[ohjamescook]

[manslaught-a]

only desperation could have possibly brought her here, standing at the doorstep of someone she'd done her best to avoid—but with her hands blistering with burns, arm soaked in blood from a wound on her shoulder, and too little energy to charmspeak her way into anywhere else, mikayla doesn't have much of a choice. nova had told her she could always come by if she needed, though she suspects it was an offer made out of obligation, an awkward attempt to be nice to her sister. mikayla had never intended to accept it, but she doesn't want to die, so this is the option she's left with.

when the door swings open, she's surprised to feel slight relief at the sight of her sister, instead of the dread she's used to feeling. mikayla doesn't wait for nova to speak, moving past her instead, hoping that if she keeps moving, her sister won't be able to tell how much she's trembling—even if she does, mikayla will only blame the adrenaline. “please tell me you have ambrosia.” that's the only reason she's here, because she's fresh out and her fists feel as though they're on fire; mikayla's no stranger to pain, but she doesn't have to like it, either, wanting it gone as soon as possible. “colchis bulls,” she breathes out in explanation before nova can ask, glancing at the burns on her knuckles. “three of them. it fucking burns.”

[bloodyraw]

to say she's surprised to see her sister would be an understatement—knowing the kind of person mikayla is, the type of attention she attracts, nova had given her her address as a safe space, somewhere she wouldn't have to manipulate her way into, but nova never expected her to actually show up. nova's noticed the way her younger sister avoids the rest of their cabin like the plague—she can guess why, too, based off the shifting aura of her emotions, but she would never mention it, not to mikayla, not to anyone. the surprise washes away the moment she notices the state she's in, moving out of the way so mikayla could enter the home.

while she's always admired her younger sister's natural gift for fighting, the way she can handle a weapon unlike the rest of them, what nova doesn't envy is the strength of mikayla's aura to monsters—like most aphrodite children, nova had the privilege of leaving camp without much concern for her safety, because while she can attract monsters, they're far and few between, often the weaker ones, easier to kill. mikayla, for whatever reason, isn't as lucky. (nova wonders if mikayla prefers it that way, if she likes the constant fighting for her life, but she won't ask.) nova feels exhausted just looking at her—she can't even begin to imagine what she's feeling.

“yeah. of course, yeah, hold on,” she says before rushing to the kitchen, reaching for the first aid. of course she has some, because despite being safer in the real world than other demigods, she still has to be cautious—and luckily for mikayla, she doesn't use it nearly enough to run out. she hands her sister a square before setting burn ointment on the counter in front of her as well. she knows better than to ask if mikayla wants help applying it. it's been years since she's attended camp full time—five years, to be exact, but she still remembers enough to recall seventeen-year-old mikayla recoiling from any apollo kid that attempted to tend to her wounds, insisting on doing it herself. if she didn't want help from actual healers, nova doubts she wants it from her. “are you okay?” she asks instead, though she has a feeling she knows mikayla's answer.

[bloodyraw]

@doomdays: i know how to act like i'm fine.

so does tara, because that's all she did for the beginning of the year, pretending to be fine, like what happened back home didn't have any impact on her, no matter how much it seemed to worry sam. doing that felt easier, less embarrassing, than admitting the truth, the fear and the heartbreak that amber's betrayal left in her, but after the second attack, she knows better, because no amount of pretending saved her from it happening again. so she catches hope's words, her brows knitting together at the word act. “but are you, actually?”

[donske]

Lakeith Stanfield as Michael Block. THE PHOTOGRAPH (2020) DIR. STELLA MEGHIE.

[bloodyraw]

“i'm sorry for that night.” mostly, she's not. pulling shauna away from van in that burning plane had felt like the right thing to do, because she wasn't thinking of van in that moment—only of herself and shauna, making sure that they got out alive. knowing the outcome now, maybe jackie should have let shauna help, but if it came down to it in a similar situation, she would still do the same thing. “i guess it wasn't very team captain of me, picking favorites. i just didn't want her to die.” or @doomdays, but she already felt like a lost cause in that moment.

[raisedbyanother]

Fear Street 1978: 8/8. “In Shadyside, the past is never really past.”

[bloodyraw]

maybe i just add piper to give myself piper/mikayla threads

[raisedbyanother]

Fear Street 1994: 2/9. “Wanna tell me what happened?”