[wenchyfloozymoo]

[angstmemes]

Your muse comes home covered in bruises. Send me “It’s nothing.” for my muse’s reaction.

Or reversed:

My muse comes home covered in bruises. Send me “It doesn’t look like nothing!” for my muse’s reaction.

[fantasticindies]

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@chastityxbarebone liked for starter

Given an unnecessary amount of leaflets and then sent outside. Cold nipped at his face, but he dare not complain. /She/ wasn’t there, but he always felt her eyes on him when passing out the fliers.

Footsteps approached. Credence’s eyes left his feet to look at the being that approached. Chastity. He glanced back at the ground. Though she was one of the closest people to him he rarely talked to her. She was /her/ favorite. Words didn’t come to him as she stopped in front of him.

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

chastity sighed upon looking at credence. She had no more pamphlets left, having handed them all out hours ago.

“What exactly have you been doing? You know ma wants all of those gone.” Then, after a small moment of silence: “do you want me to help you?”

she figured mary lou wouldn’t like it, would say something about how everyone should carry their own weight, but it wasn’t as if she had anything else to do.

[sadbarebone-blog1]

“I don’t need help…” his voice hallow as always. He needed help more than anything. It was no wonder he still had so many, he was horrible at passing them out. When he wasn’t being watched by her it was as if he didn’t want people to take them.

His hands shook. He wanted to ask her what she thought. He wanted to ask her if it was sinful to not want to do this. He couldn’t do that.

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

“Well, fine. It’s your funeral.” Chastity’s response was quiet and harsh, and she turned away in the direction of the church.

She didn’t take more than a step before realizing that no matter how incompetent she found her brother sometimes, she did pity him. It was so cold in New York.

Chastity walked back to credence, holding her hand out and looking up at him.

“Why do you have such a problem accepting help? if I take just a few pamphlets, I swear ma won’t mind.” To remind him that she wasn’t typically so kind, she added “it will be plenty more efficient anyway.”

[sadbarebone-blog1]

Credence looked to her palm. Without even touching he could tell how much softer her hands were compared to his. He then looked to her face. “She will mind.” As simple as that. “She likes you. She wouldn’t mind anything you do.” Envy is a sin dear boy. “I’m sorry…” He took a step away from Chastity.

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

Tempted to correct him with a stern ‘she would mind some of the things I do, if she knew I did them’ but instead just nodded. She wasn’t going to push the matter, if credence didn’t want help then she was not going to give it.

“Alright. Fine. No need to apologize.”

[sadbarebone-blog1]

Credence sneezed from the cold. Their mother didn’t give him warmer clothes. No knit hat, no scarf.

“Just…tell her I’m still working on these….” He knew it wouldn’t matter. A harsh beating for taking too long would come to him.

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

“I will.” She said, but did not go quite yet. Instead she turned, so that she was standing beside credence, allowing any strangers to still engage in conversation.

Chastity had a question, one that she been thinking of for a while. She knew what she would answer, if asked it, but for Credence it was hard to figure out. After a while, watching as her brother sneezed and shivered from the cold, she asked:

“Why do you stay? Here, I mean. At the church. With ma.”

[sadbarebone-blog1]

The question stuck in his head. “Why…” A breath as he looked down at his feet. “I’m a beacon of sin and I need to be cleansed…” His hands were shaking, unsure if it was because the cold or because of his thoughts.

Credence swallowed and his tone of voice changed, “Where would I go? I can’t do anything. There’s no way I wouldn’t die out in this cold…all alone…”

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

Chastity frowned almost imperceptibly, and reached out to place her hand on Credence’s shoulder, trying to call upon her basic social skills as to what a reassuring gesture would be.

Although they were not related by blood, chastity did actually care for her siblings, or at least cared as much as she was capable of.

“I would not go so far as to call yourself a beacon of sin, though we all commit sinful acts sometime. I think…” she lowered her voice, always conscious about who was listening, “I think sometimes ma takes her teachings too far, and it is a shame that you bear the brunt of it. And you are correct you haven’t really any place to go,” chastity paused, attempting to navigate her speech. kindness did not come easy.

“and besides, you would not be entirely alone, if ever you tried to leave. modesty and I would help you,”

[sadbarebone-blog1]

“…without me here she’ll hurt Modesty.” His stomach fell. She knew how much he cared about Modesty.

Credence looked down at his fliers. It hurt. Mother had him in such a tight hold. She made him believe her cruel words. She made him hate himself. “And you don’t know me. I’m horrible. I’m a sinner and I’m going to burn…”

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

She nodded. Chastity thinks it's strange to have such a tragic little brother, but understands that it's completely out of her control.

"Well, we all believe ourselves to be sinners at one point or another." She shivered then, reminded of the freezing cold. "I'm going back inside. Try and give those away quick as you can."

Then she took a pamphlet from him, folding it and tucking it into her sleeve. Ma did not need to know.

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Mabry Mill

[sadbarebone-blog1]

@chastityxbarebone liked for starter

Given an unnecessary amount of leaflets and then sent outside. Cold nipped at his face, but he dare not complain. /She/ wasn’t there, but he always felt her eyes on him when passing out the fliers.

Footsteps approached. Credence’s eyes left his feet to look at the being that approached. Chastity. He glanced back at the ground. Though she was one of the closest people to him he rarely talked to her. She was /her/ favorite. Words didn’t come to him as she stopped in front of him.

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

chastity sighed upon looking at credence. She had no more pamphlets left, having handed them all out hours ago.

“What exactly have you been doing? You know ma wants all of those gone.” Then, after a small moment of silence: “do you want me to help you?”

she figured mary lou wouldn’t like it, would say something about how everyone should carry their own weight, but it wasn’t as if she had anything else to do.

[sadbarebone-blog1]

“I don’t need help…” his voice hallow as always. He needed help more than anything. It was no wonder he still had so many, he was horrible at passing them out. When he wasn’t being watched by her it was as if he didn’t want people to take them.

His hands shook. He wanted to ask her what she thought. He wanted to ask her if it was sinful to not want to do this. He couldn’t do that.

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

“Well, fine. It’s your funeral.” Chastity’s response was quiet and harsh, and she turned away in the direction of the church.

She didn’t take more than a step before realizing that no matter how incompetent she found her brother sometimes, she did pity him. It was so cold in New York.

Chastity walked back to credence, holding her hand out and looking up at him.

“Why do you have such a problem accepting help? if I take just a few pamphlets, I swear ma won’t mind.” To remind him that she wasn’t typically so kind, she added “it will be plenty more efficient anyway.”

[sadbarebone-blog1]

Credence looked to her palm. Without even touching he could tell how much softer her hands were compared to his. He then looked to her face. “She will mind.” As simple as that. “She likes you. She wouldn’t mind anything you do.” Envy is a sin dear boy. “I’m sorry…” He took a step away from Chastity.

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

Tempted to correct him with a stern ‘she would mind some of the things I do, if she knew I did them’ but instead just nodded. She wasn’t going to push the matter, if credence didn’t want help then she was not going to give it.

“Alright. Fine. No need to apologize.”

[sadbarebone-blog1]

Credence sneezed from the cold. Their mother didn’t give him warmer clothes. No knit hat, no scarf.

“Just…tell her I’m still working on these….” He knew it wouldn’t matter. A harsh beating for taking too long would come to him.

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

“I will.” She said, but did not go quite yet. Instead she turned, so that she was standing beside credence, allowing any strangers to still engage in conversation.

Chastity had a question, one that she been thinking of for a while. She knew what she would answer, if asked it, but for Credence it was hard to figure out. After a while, watching as her brother sneezed and shivered from the cold, she asked:

“Why do you stay? Here, I mean. At the church. With ma.”

[sadbarebone-blog1]

The question stuck in his head. “Why…” A breath as he looked down at his feet. “I’m a beacon of sin and I need to be cleansed…” His hands were shaking, unsure if it was because the cold or because of his thoughts.

Credence swallowed and his tone of voice changed, “Where would I go? I can’t do anything. There’s no way I wouldn’t die out in this cold…all alone…”

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

Chastity frowned almost imperceptibly, and reached out to place her hand on Credence's shoulder, trying to call upon her basic social skills as to what a reassuring gesture would be.

Although they were not related by blood, chastity did actually care for her siblings, or at least cared as much as she was capable of.

"I would not go so far as to call yourself a beacon of sin, though we all commit sinful acts sometime. I think..." she lowered her voice, always conscious about who was listening, "I think sometimes ma takes her teachings too far, and it is a shame that you bear the brunt of it. And you are correct you haven't really any place to go," chastity paused, attempting to navigate her speech. kindness did not come easy.

"and besides, you would not be entirely alone, if ever you tried to leave. modesty and I would help you,"

[sadbarebone-blog1]

@chastityxbarebone liked for starter

Given an unnecessary amount of leaflets and then sent outside. Cold nipped at his face, but he dare not complain. /She/ wasn’t there, but he always felt her eyes on him when passing out the fliers.

Footsteps approached. Credence’s eyes left his feet to look at the being that approached. Chastity. He glanced back at the ground. Though she was one of the closest people to him he rarely talked to her. She was /her/ favorite. Words didn’t come to him as she stopped in front of him.

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

chastity sighed upon looking at credence. She had no more pamphlets left, having handed them all out hours ago.

“What exactly have you been doing? You know ma wants all of those gone.” Then, after a small moment of silence: “do you want me to help you?”

she figured mary lou wouldn’t like it, would say something about how everyone should carry their own weight, but it wasn’t as if she had anything else to do.

[sadbarebone-blog1]

“I don’t need help…” his voice hallow as always. He needed help more than anything. It was no wonder he still had so many, he was horrible at passing them out. When he wasn’t being watched by her it was as if he didn’t want people to take them.

His hands shook. He wanted to ask her what she thought. He wanted to ask her if it was sinful to not want to do this. He couldn’t do that.

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

“Well, fine. It’s your funeral.” Chastity’s response was quiet and harsh, and she turned away in the direction of the church.

She didn’t take more than a step before realizing that no matter how incompetent she found her brother sometimes, she did pity him. It was so cold in New York.

Chastity walked back to credence, holding her hand out and looking up at him.

“Why do you have such a problem accepting help? if I take just a few pamphlets, I swear ma won’t mind.” To remind him that she wasn’t typically so kind, she added “it will be plenty more efficient anyway.”

[sadbarebone-blog1]

Credence looked to her palm. Without even touching he could tell how much softer her hands were compared to his. He then looked to her face. “She will mind.” As simple as that. “She likes you. She wouldn’t mind anything you do.” Envy is a sin dear boy. “I’m sorry…” He took a step away from Chastity.

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

Tempted to correct him with a stern ‘she would mind some of the things I do, if she knew I did them’ but instead just nodded. She wasn’t going to push the matter, if credence didn’t want help then she was not going to give it.

“Alright. Fine. No need to apologize.”

[sadbarebone-blog1]

Credence sneezed from the cold. Their mother didn’t give him warmer clothes. No knit hat, no scarf.

“Just…tell her I’m still working on these….” He knew it wouldn’t matter. A harsh beating for taking too long would come to him.

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

“I will.” She said, but did not go quite yet. Instead she turned, so that she was standing beside credence, allowing any strangers to still engage in conversation.

Chastity had a question, one that she been thinking of for a while. She knew what she would answer, if asked it, but for Credence it was hard to figure out. After a while, watching as her brother sneezed and shivered from the cold, she asked:

“Why do you stay? Here, I mean. At the church. With ma.”

[sadbarebone-blog1]

@chastityxbarebone liked for starter

Given an unnecessary amount of leaflets and then sent outside. Cold nipped at his face, but he dare not complain. /She/ wasn’t there, but he always felt her eyes on him when passing out the fliers.

Footsteps approached. Credence’s eyes left his feet to look at the being that approached. Chastity. He glanced back at the ground. Though she was one of the closest people to him he rarely talked to her. She was /her/ favorite. Words didn’t come to him as she stopped in front of him.

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

chastity sighed upon looking at credence. She had no more pamphlets left, having handed them all out hours ago.

“What exactly have you been doing? You know ma wants all of those gone.” Then, after a small moment of silence: “do you want me to help you?”

she figured mary lou wouldn’t like it, would say something about how everyone should carry their own weight, but it wasn’t as if she had anything else to do.

[sadbarebone-blog1]

“I don’t need help…” his voice hallow as always. He needed help more than anything. It was no wonder he still had so many, he was horrible at passing them out. When he wasn’t being watched by her it was as if he didn’t want people to take them.

His hands shook. He wanted to ask her what she thought. He wanted to ask her if it was sinful to not want to do this. He couldn’t do that.

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

“Well, fine. It’s your funeral.” Chastity’s response was quiet and harsh, and she turned away in the direction of the church.

She didn’t take more than a step before realizing that no matter how incompetent she found her brother sometimes, she did pity him. It was so cold in New York.

Chastity walked back to credence, holding her hand out and looking up at him.

“Why do you have such a problem accepting help? if I take just a few pamphlets, I swear ma won’t mind.” To remind him that she wasn’t typically so kind, she added “it will be plenty more efficient anyway.”

[sadbarebone-blog1]

Credence looked to her palm. Without even touching he could tell how much softer her hands were compared to his. He then looked to her face. “She will mind.” As simple as that. “She likes you. She wouldn’t mind anything you do.” Envy is a sin dear boy. “I’m sorry…” He took a step away from Chastity.

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

Tempted to correct him with a stern 'she would mind some of the things I do, if she knew I did them' but instead just nodded. She wasn't going to push the matter, if credence didn't want help then she was not going to give it.

"Alright. Fine. No need to apologize."

[sadbarebone-blog1]

@chastityxbarebone liked for starter

Given an unnecessary amount of leaflets and then sent outside. Cold nipped at his face, but he dare not complain. /She/ wasn’t there, but he always felt her eyes on him when passing out the fliers.

Footsteps approached. Credence’s eyes left his feet to look at the being that approached. Chastity. He glanced back at the ground. Though she was one of the closest people to him he rarely talked to her. She was /her/ favorite. Words didn’t come to him as she stopped in front of him.

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

chastity sighed upon looking at credence. She had no more pamphlets left, having handed them all out hours ago.

“What exactly have you been doing? You know ma wants all of those gone.” Then, after a small moment of silence: “do you want me to help you?”

she figured mary lou wouldn’t like it, would say something about how everyone should carry their own weight, but it wasn’t as if she had anything else to do.

[sadbarebone-blog1]

“I don’t need help…” his voice hallow as always. He needed help more than anything. It was no wonder he still had so many, he was horrible at passing them out. When he wasn’t being watched by her it was as if he didn’t want people to take them.

His hands shook. He wanted to ask her what she thought. He wanted to ask her if it was sinful to not want to do this. He couldn’t do that.

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

"Well, fine. It's your funeral." Chastity's response was quiet and harsh, and she turned away in the direction of the church.

She didn't take more than a step before realizing that no matter how incompetent she found her brother sometimes, she did pity him. It was so cold in New York.

Chastity walked back to credence, holding her hand out and looking up at him.

"Why do you have such a problem accepting help? if I take just a few pamphlets, I swear ma won't mind." To remind him that she wasn't typically so kind, she added "it will be plenty more efficient anyway."

[sadbarebone-blog1]

@chastityxbarebone liked for starter

Given an unnecessary amount of leaflets and then sent outside. Cold nipped at his face, but he dare not complain. /She/ wasn’t there, but he always felt her eyes on him when passing out the fliers.

Footsteps approached. Credence’s eyes left his feet to look at the being that approached. Chastity. He glanced back at the ground. Though she was one of the closest people to him he rarely talked to her. She was /her/ favorite. Words didn’t come to him as she stopped in front of him.

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

chastity sighed upon looking at credence. She had no more pamphlets left, having handed them all out hours ago.

"What exactly have you been doing? You know ma wants all of those gone." Then, after a small moment of silence: "do you want me to help you?"

she figured mary lou wouldn't like it, would say something about how everyone should carry their own weight, but it wasn't as if she had anything else to do.

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

Super Angsty Starters

"You...did this?"

"I can't believe you."

"You can hate me, you can dislike me but how can you cheat on me?"

"I'm dying..."

"She/He still loves you."

"I just want to go home..."

"You left me..."

"I can't forgive you for this anymore."

"I'm saying goodbye."

"I'm not good enough for you."

"This is goodbye."

"Was this just a game to you?"

"You merely played me like a fool."

"Goodbye."

"You're pathetic."

"Get out of my sight."

"You're nothing but a toy in a game of life."

"You used me?"

"You're so easy to manipulate."

"I never loved you."

"Don't give me that look."

"I can't stand you."

"Goodbye...my almost lover."

"I would have loved you."

"Everything fell apart and I can't pick up the pieces anymore."

"I think this is where I should say goodbye."

"We never had it all."

"...Everything hurts."

"Go away!"

"I don't want to see you anymore!"

"Let me go."

"To think I almost loved you."

"You cheated..?"

"You love someone else other than me anyway."

"Why do you even bother with me anymore?"

"I'm not worth your time."

"Get out of here."

"Get away from me!"

"Don't touch me every again!"

"I hate you."

"Don't leave me."

"Please, I'll do anything!"

"Don't go..."

"We can talk about this!"

"I can't loose you again."

"Don't you have more important things to attend to?"

[angelofmornings]

My momma, your momma, gonna catch a witch, My momma, your momma, flying on a switch, My momma, your momma, witches never cry, My momma, your momma, witches gonna die!

Witch number one, drown in a river! Witch number two, gotta noose to give her! Witch number three, gonna watch her burn, Witch number four, flogging take a turn.

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✒ ;)

✒- My muses reaction to finding your muses diary with fantasies your muse has written about mineLucy blushed deeply as she read the words written in the small diary. She felt a bit bad, knowing this was most definitely something quite private. But she was just so curious… she had no idea that Chastity felt this way about her.

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

Chastity opened the creaking door, stopping dead in her tracks. She had known it was idiotic to write whatever came into her mind, but sometimes she could not help herself. Heavily tempted to grab the book out of Lucy’s hand in an embarrassed and mortified rage, she instead remained where she stood, deciding to announce her presence with a quiet, snarky question:

“I will admit my spelling isn’t very good, I haven’t had much schooling. But, an enjoyable read all the same?”

[lucylovesbeasts-blog-deactivate]

“Ah!” Lucy blushed, spinning around and setting the book down quickly, “I-I’m so so sorry I-I came in here to help clean and it w-was open and I saw my name a-and I got curious and I was just gonna read the one sentence b-but… then I read more…” she hung her head, ashamed, “I-I’m so so so sorry Chastity… I know I shouldn’t have read any of it at all… p-please don’t hate me…”

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

Taking a small step forward, chastity tried her hardest to give an unconcerned smile. She didn’t have many friends, many people in general, so she was not going to be too harsh. Especially since she felt like the one in the wrong, writing all sorts of sinful things in her diary. 

“It is alright. I think if I were you, I would have done the same. I should be the one apologizing, really. I am sorry I wrote those things about you. or that sometimes I think those things about you, or...” Chastity trailed off, deciding to wait out the other woman’s response. 

[lucylovesbeasts-blog-deactivate]

✒ ;)

✒- My muses reaction to finding your muses diary with fantasies your muse has written about mineLucy blushed deeply as she read the words written in the small diary. She felt a bit bad, knowing this was most definitely something quite private. But she was just so curious… she had no idea that Chastity felt this way about her.

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

Chastity opened the creaking door, stopping dead in her tracks. She had known it was idiotic to write whatever came into her mind, but sometimes she could not help herself. Heavily tempted to grab the book out of Lucy’s hand in an embarrassed and mortified rage, she instead remained where she stood, deciding to announce her presence with a quiet, snarky question:

“I will admit my spelling isn’t very good, I haven’t had much schooling. But, an enjoyable read all the same?”

[those-crazy-meme-nights]

Send a "ϟ" for my muse's reaction to your's running their fingers along a scar on my muse's body

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

OPEN STARTER 

    underneath the fabric, her knuckles were white, turning blue from the cold. she was only a few blocks away from the church, so so close. 

 she was only out here because she had spoken back to mary lou. trying to fight ma was ridiculous, really, something her little brother would try before getting whipped. chastity was not ridiculous. she always did as she was told to the best of her ability. but tonight, things had gone too far. so now she was out in the freezing snow, for possibly the entire night. 

 strangers passed by, trying to get to their warm homes, probably. chastity attempted to get their attention, smile plastered almost painfully onto her small, taut face. 

 sometimes, she pretended she was an actress in the moving pictures. lies dripping from her lips like honey. tonight she followed the script like religion, mimicking her mother, as always. 

 chastity shoved the pamphlets forward, internally thanking god for the gloves that covered her pulsating wounds. she raised her voice ever so slightly, in the same way she had seen ma do everyday. 

 "There are witches among us! These strange happenings have only one explanation, would you like a leaflet?“

[chastityxbarebone-blog]

‘perhaps she is cold blooded and cruel, or, perhaps she is just scared.’

hello! ind. roleplayer for chastity.