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NAME : june FACECLAIM :  for lorena? sonia braga PRONOUNS : she/her HEIGHT :  5′5 ( i’m...  .5 mm from 5′5. ) BIRTHDAY :  September 29th ! AESTHETIC :  early autumn / late winter when there’s snow on the ground still but the days are longer,  coffee  &  vanilla,  white  &  brown LAST  SONG  YOU  LISTENED  TO :  Bury a Friend- billie eilish FAVORITE  MUSE (S)  YOU’VE  WRITTEN : roberto da costa (i’ll have him constantly active eventually...)

* GETTING  TO  KNOW  THE  ACCOUNT :

WHAT  INSPIRED  YOU  TO  TAKE  ON  THIS  MUSE : i wanted to make a blog for an oc,  &  i’m working on a story  &  lorena’s background was just so easy for me to craft and she became one of my favorite characters for that writing so...  yeah. WHAT  ARE  YOUR  FAVORITE  ASPECTS  OF  YOUR  CURRENT  MUSE :  her selflessness.  there’s also a specific melancholy to her,  i guess?  i don’t know how to describe it. i think my favorite aspect of her is the balance of her being kind / generous yet...  not exactly always the nicest at face?

WHAT’S  YOUR  BIGGEST  INSPIRATION  WHEN  IT  COMES  TO  WRITING : culture,  setting,  music — usually things i’m surrounded with  &  my general motivation to write / work on the story.

FAVORITE  TYPES  OF  THREADS : i like tense settings.  i have such little experience writing action but it’s something i’d definitely try to delve into?  as long as a thread build dynamic / etc i enjoy it.

BIGGEST  STRUGGLE  IN  REGARDS  TO  YOUR  CURRENT  MUSE : mainly just my low esteem towards my writing in general,  only this time parred with the fear of sharing stuff that I’ve made / come up with,  if that makes sense?  I also struggle sometimes finding her voice  /  balancing aspects of her personality.

Tagged by: @edhelaran ( thank u ! ) Tagging: @pistolslang @islestranded @goblnking @earthtrembled & anyone that wants 2 !

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lorena’s rlly that person who’ll act super tough  &  mean but she’s got a Big heart

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☁          ||          deadwest·          STRANGER

        he  could  understand  the  feeling   —   but  the  further  he  traveled,   the  lesser  people  noticed  him  from  the  𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝  𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬  littered  along  walls.  then  there  was  the  matter  of   𝒕𝒉𝒆  𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒈,   some  of  them  may  be  looking  for  him  too  —-   a  stupid,   unfortunate  idea.       ❛  ‘m  afraid  i  can’t  do  that. ❜   he’s  given  up  his  hands.   palms  up,   no  trouble  here.     ❛  𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲.      i’d  feel  pretty  damned  naked  without  it. ❜

silence wedges between them,   an inquiet elasticity fleshing forwards and plainwise against the sunbleached stretch   &   tugging with barbwire the corners of her lips downwards until a murder tears through the uncensored,   crows fleeing from a great westward fire.     ❝     i’m not going to start any problems with you,   but i can’t guarantee that neither will anyone back there.     ❞      she allows for a sharp exhale,   the sensation of ribs comminuting   &   plunging downwards at the sternum.      ❝     you get into any trouble,   you’re getting in the way of me leaving   —   &   i’m not going to be as polite about that.     ❞

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she !!!

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❝     i’ve been to mexico.     ❞      her eyes were lit up with the glee of familiarity,  a single hearth burning for comfort amidst pyres of strangeness.    around them the red - orange that the sky should be painted in has roved beneath the culmination of stygian murk elongating before the trees like coal smashed into powder    &    solidified above their heads so compact    &    vast    &    without a sign of where its graying edges begin or where the sun in hiding sits if it any longer regards its throne,   if it has not dispersed  &  descended to their abode.      ❝     it was ages ago,   i doubt it’s anything like how i remember it.     ❞

  ☁ @earthtrembled

[infernalmemes]

❧    𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐄𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇: 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏, 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐎 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎? 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

FEEL FREE TO CHANGE PRONOUNS, WORDING, ETC. TO SUIT YOUR NEEDS

BAD GUY

❛ think you’re so criminal. ❜

❛ my soul? So cynical. ❜

❛ so you’re a tough guy. ❜

❛ I’m the bad guy. duh. ❜

❛ I like it when you take control. ❜

❛ I’ll be your animal. ❜

❛ my mommy likes to sing along with me. ❜

❛ she’ll pity the men I know. ❜

❛ I’m only good at bein’ bad. ❜

❛ I like when you get mad. ❜

❛ I guess I’m pretty glad that you’re alone. ❜

❛ you said she’s scared of me? ❜

XANNY

❛ what is it about them? ❜

❛ I must be missing something. ❜

❛ I don’t need a xanny to feel better. ❜

❛ they’re late to every party. ❜

❛ nobody’s ever sorry. ❜

❛ please don’t try to kiss me on the sidewalk. ❜

❛ I can’t afford to love someone. ❜

YOU SHOULD SEE ME IN A CROWN

❛ wait till the world is mine. ❜

❛ you should see me in a crown. ❜

❛ I’m gonna run this nothing town. ❜

❛ watch me make ‘em bow. ❜

❛ your silence is my favorite sound. ❜

❛ I like the way they all scream. ❜

❛ come over baby. ❜

❛ I think you’re pretty. ❜

❛ I’m okay. ❜

❛ I’m not your baby. ❜

ALL GOOD GIRLS GO TO HELL

❛ can’t commit to anything but a crime. ❜

❛ got friends but can’t invite them. ❜

❛ my turn to ignore ya. ❜

❛ don’t say I didn’t warn ya. ❜

❛ all the good girls go to hell. ❜

❛ 'cause even God herself has enemies. ❜

❛ she’ll want the devil on her team. ❜

❛ look at you needing me. ❜

❛ peter should know better. ❜

❛ your cover up is caving in. ❜

❛ why are we saving him? ❜

❛ begging for our help, wow! ❜

❛ There’s nothing left to save now. ❜

WISH YOU WERE GAY

❛ baby, I don’t feel so good. ❜

❛ I’ll never let you go. ❜

❛ four days has never felt so long. ❜

❛ I just wanna make you feel okay. ❜

❛ but all you do is look the other way. ❜

❛ I can’t tell you how much I wish I didn’t wanna stay. ❜

❛ I just kinda wish you were gay. ❜

❛ Is there a reason we’re not through? ❜

❛ how am I supposed to make you feel okay? ❜

❛ don’t say I’m not your type. ❜

❛ I’m so selfish. ❜

WHEN THE PARTY’S OVER

❛ don’t you know I’m no good for you? ❜

❛ but nothing ever stops you leaving. ❜

❛ I could lie, say I like it like that. ❜

❛ don’t you know too much already? ❜

❛ I’ll only hurt you if you let me. ❜

❛ call me friend, but keep me closer. ❜

❛ I’ll call you when the party’s over. ❜

❛ let’s just let it go. ❜

❛ let me let you go. ❜

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❛ wait a minute, let me finish. ❜

❛ I know you don’t care, but can you listen? ❜

❛ I never really know how to please you. ❜

❛ I guess I’m gonna go. ❜

❛ I just never know how you feel. ❜

❛ do you even feel anything? ❜

❛ don’t treat me badly. ❜

❛ I know you’re not sorry. ❜

MY STRANGE ADDICTION

❛ don’t ask questions, you don’t wanna know. ❜

❛ learned my lesson way too long ago. ❜

❛ one of us is gonna lose. ❜

❛ you are my strange addiction. ❜

❛ put your lips on my skin and you might ignite it. ❜

❛ can’t you tell I’m wired? ❜

❛ tell me nothing lasts, like I don’t know. ❜

BURY A FRIEND

❛ what do you want from me? ❜

❛ why don’t you run from me? ❜

❛ what are you wondering? ❜

❛ what do you know? ❜

❛ why aren’t you scared of me? ❜

❛ why do you care for me? ❜

❛ when we all fall asleep, where do we go? ❜

❛ say it, spit it out. ❜

❛ what is it exactly? ❜

❛ am I satisfactory? ❜

❛ I wanna end me. ❜

❛ I’ll meet you in the park. ❜

❛ it’s probably somethin’ that shouldn’t be said out loud. ❜

❛ honestly, I thought that I would be dead by now. ❜

❛ the debt I owe, gotta sell my soul. ❜

ILOMILO

❛ told you not to worry. ❜

❛ honey, what’s your hurry? ❜

❛ remember not to get too close to stars. ❜

❛ where did you go? ❜

❛ I can’t lose another life. ❜

❛ hurry, I’m worried. ❜

❛ I tried not to upset you. ❜

❛ I just wanted to protect you. ❜

❛ I don’t care if it’s a lie. ❜

LISTEN BEFORE I GO

❛ take me to the rooftop. ❜

❛ I wanna see the world when I stop breathing. ❜

❛ better hurry 'cause I’m leavin’ soon. ❜

❛ sorry can’t save me now. ❜

❛ sorry I don’t know how. ❜

❛ I’m not okay, I feel so scattered. ❜

❛ don’t say I’m all that matters. ❜

❛ call my friends and tell them that I love them. ❜

❛ but I’m not sorry. ❜

I LOVE YOU

❛ it’s not true, tell me I’ve been lied to. ❜

❛ what the hell did I do? ❜

❛ nothing has to change today.   ❜

❛ you didn’t mean to say I love you. ❜

❛ I wish we never learned to fly. ❜

❛ didn’t mean to make you cry. ❜

❛ I can’t escape the way I love you. ❜

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❝     those you’ll find after me aren’t too interested in keeping conversation,     ❞      she begins,   her timbre not that of anareta’s pilgrims but of its natives.    who else to survive such land of constant burning,   wrought of folklore   &   myth,   antagonistic to even its oldest inhabitants.    land of bloodsoaked mud   &   horned serpents,   ash   &   airborne debris.      ❝     &   my own is less than little.    i think it’s within the best of both of our interests that you turned over that weapon.    ❞

  ☁ @deadwest

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❝     i hate ships.     ❞      the sight of a thing against her shores was often one,   the sight of her near them was not.   fog plighted the coast and drifted before it atop the sands and water,  dozens of apparitions marching to haunt it or organize some maddened mutiny.    her lips,  almost child like in their expression,  argued emphasis to her statement.      ❝     even less what they bring.     ❞

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☁          ||           goblnking‌           BEGGAR

treachery   befouls   the   crossroads,  swill’t amidst rotten smiles and fouling peaches reeking down the frigid path - stone.        a beggar,  a fiend !    :     be wary of the guise that strangers oft attend to thee.  do well to hasten on and do not look at goblin men, unbidden boding mischief, half - starved beckoning thee.  elegant, emaciated fingers stretching                        catching like a thicket of briar - nails on her garment, beseeching.               “ couldst ye spare a coin, my lady ? ” 

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BEGGAR   &   FIEND,   SEE;   if she were not lissome she would be hunger.     lithe if not bone - shaped fingers rest against her collarbone,  exposed above the white cotton blouse that hangs loosely from her shoulders like the mask of grace she dons atop grisly crudeness reminiscent only of the underlying trauma that is exposed by barbarously tearing flesh from tissue.    in these moments of unspeaking,   she observing,   shape the dwellings of apparitions   &   horsemen;   the soil churning with larvae come to assist in decaying all but her expression,   roughened like flowstone.

❝     only a coin ?     ❞      &   such is drawn from her pocket,   though she keeps her hand near to her chest a moment —  as if to spare a few more seconds observing him before holding it out against her palm.      ❝     i don’t have much more,   but,   if you need it...     ❞

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i'll format this after but; perhaps a small starter call ? :o

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           @goblnking :                               “ how long is a long, long time? ”

southern unfolding;   the idiom spoken is despair,   the mouths are hungry   &   its geography is not of soil or deposit but of fear   &   fire.    woodclocks against the cement   &   adobe houses broken   &   halted   &   time is now measured by the spaces of silence outstretching like an elastic limb,   knotted hand,   until the cataclysm erupts,   volcanic   &   earthquaking   &   mothering aftershocks.    the eyes of babylon tremble,   now halted,   many adorned with crucifixes   &   her fingers wrap around the golden cross of the rosary decorating her neck as if it brought a sense of security,   that her predecessors weren’t the ones whose shrills only blew heavenswards above some holy wretched flame.      ❝     a lifetime.  but remember that for some that is not even a year.   ❞

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i’ll come up with more things  &  add to this eventually but plots i want: -sb’s muse getting stranded in porto valença during the time of warfare (1894-1896) or -dynamics / plots w/ lorena during her time in america (1886-1889)

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*: ･ﾟ✧   red dead redemption 2 ( part 4.)

feel free to change pronouns etc as needed!

“ here we are, you sack of shit.”

“ don’t hurt me, please.”

“ oh, don’t worry. they’re real nice.”

“ you found the little shit, did you?”

“ welcome to your new home.”

“ hope you’re real happy here.”

“ you want me to make him talk?”

“ i got a saying, my friend… we shoot fellers as need shootin’, save fellers as need savin’, and feed ‘em as need feedin’. we’re gonna find out what you need.”

“ no, i ain’t an __, mister! i hate that feller!”

“ oh, whatever you say, son.”

“ i’m just sorry we missed out on ___.”

“ we’re gonna starve to death up here.”

“ we have a few cans of food and a rabbit.”

“ we were stranded at sea for fifty days.”

“ and you unfortunately survived.”

“ well when __ are hunting you down, sometimes shopping trips need to be cut short.”

“ we’ll survive… we always have.”

“ if needs be, we can eat you.”

“ enough of this. we’ll go find something. come on.”

“ wait a second, hold on… here. you’re gonna need something to eat out there.”

“ [type of food]? starving would be preferable.”

“ you can’t go hunting, look at your hand.”

“ i can’t stay here listening to you two.”

“ you need to rest.”

“ you think this is rest?”

“ here, you take this. i can’t use it and you’ll have to.”

“ oh, you’re joking.”

“ use a gun, and we’ll scare off every animal for miles around.”

“ you’re never too old to learn… i imagine.”

“ how are you holding up, __?”

“ i’m okay, apart from this hand. stupid mistake.”

“ i sure hope i can. i never really got the hang of it.”

“ you’ve had a lot put on you. i wish i could have done more.”

“ i didn’t mean it like that, just…”

“ and that’s good?”

“ hey, stop here a second. i see something.”

“ how can you tell?”

“ quiet as you can. stay low and move slowly.”

“ shh, down there. you see them?”

“ try to hit them in the neck or head. quick and clean.”

“ come on, you’re making yourself too obvious.”

“ this might be our only chance for a good meal.”

“ not that way. what are you doing?”

“ you sure your hand’s okay?”

“ it’s easier when they ain’t shootin’ back.”

“ we’ll still have a big price on our heads.”

“ this is a big country. we’ll find somewhere to lie low.”

“ haha, i know who my money’s on in that fight.”

“ he’s weak, but that makes him much more useful.”

“ maybe we can get to them before they get to us.”

“ well, we’ve been scrapping over scores with them for years.”

“ watch out! bear up ahead.”

“ that’s a bad idea. have you seen the size of it?”

“ that’s a bad idea.”

“ hey, you awake back there?”

“ we ain’t ever talked that much, you and me.”

“ how long have you been with us now?”

“ bet you didn’t expect this.”

“ sooner or later a job’s going to go wrong. nature of life.”

“ just thought you might have moved on by now.”

“ you want me to move on?”

“ i know you could run it alone, no problem.”

“ i’m done with it. always wondering if someone’s going to kill you in your sleep.”

“ he treats me fair. most of you do.”

“ well, we need you now. more than ever.”

“ and how long have you been with these boys?”

“ why ain’t you run off?”

“ he saved me. saved most of us.”

“ that’s why we need to stick by him through this.”

“ he always sees us right.”

“ how’s that new horse?”

“ thank you for showing me how to use the bow properly.”

“ i only showed you a little. takes a lifetime of practice to master.”

“ what a surprise, to find the camp rat loitering around in the kitchen.”

“ is that any way to greet an old friend?”

“ i feel like we haven’t spoken for days.”

“ i do my utmost to avoid you.”

“ ah, you love me, really. it’s your sad way of showing affection.”

“ now shoot, get lost.”

“ have a drink. you earned it.”

“ jesus, what is that?”

“ navy rum, sir. it’s the only thing, the only thing! keep you sane it does.”

“ it’s easier if we do it together.”

“ do i get to skin you?”

“ you’re always one with the jokes, aren’t you?”

“ yeah, well, we’re on the run now. everyone’s got to do their bit to survive.”

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       @pistolslang :                          don’t argue with me

the silence that grows between them,   a mouthful,   a caliginous stillbirth baptized in ashes as the macrocosm of their surroundings watches.    lachrymose.    dewy visages pressed against them like a second skin or layer of clothing,   humidity plundering hydration from beneath soil,   beneath flesh   &   what little light that plays stowaway in to their surroundings reflecting off the heavy rorulence,   an ivory thread beneath her collarbone metamorphosing into the illusion of a shimmer.    she rests her hand against the wickerwood desk at her hip,   curled into a loose fist,   &   what subtle twist tugs at her marbleized expression is to convey displeasure.    ❝   there’s not much left to argue when you’re point’s already lost.   ❞

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i'm off again  &  i’m gonna b stuck on mobile most  /  the rest of the day likely but, i got a quick rules  /  abt linked in my description!

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the house of forgetting taken from the 1997 benjamin alire sáenz book.

don’t argue with me.

if you don’t open this door, i’ll break it down.

would you like a blanket?

i’m not myself.

think about it, honey. just think about it.

that quiet will kill you.

we better get this arm taken care of. hurt much?

you’re a survivor, honey.

you can’t teach them to love you, but you can teach them not to fuck with you.

you look like you’re feeling better. 

shhh, you’re just a little tired.

it’s just a little blood.

that’s how the fucking world begins to die.

open the door.

sorry. bad habit.

it’s not anger, it’s love.

how long is a long, long time?

it’s better not to talk.

sleep won’t take away the pain.

what are you mumbling about?

it’s time to wake up, honey. no more sleeping.

i’ve been fucking things up lately. it won’t happen again.

take a shower. and then i’m going to feed you.

you know what your problem is? you forgive yourself too easily.

this is one thing you have to do for yourself.

i wish i’d died.

you don’t have to hide.