where did you go?

[claraxxlarson-blog]

myrtle, daffodil, dandelion!

Daffodil: What's the most thoughtful present you've ever received?

When I was about ten, My bestfriend went to every secondhand store she could get to, and got me a snowglobe from each one. It meant a lot that she understood how much I loved them. 

Myrtle: Do you like going on airplanes?

I’ve never been on one before, I’d like to though.  I love the idea of flying.

Dandelion: Do you think you're important?

I think everyone is important, every human is needed. But I don’t see myself individually important, no.

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✿ send me a floral question ✿

Daisy: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

Carnation: If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer?

Jasmine: What color looks best on you?

foxglove: Name three facts about your family?

Allium: What's the best thing you can cook?

Orange Blossom: If you could pick the gender and appearance of your child, would you?

Calla Lily: If you died right now, what song would you want to play at your funeral?

Poinsettia: Favorite holiday dish?

Oxlip: Would you ever get into a long distance relationship?

Primrose: Favorite kind of soup?

Daffodil: What's the most thoughtful present you've ever received?

Rose: Are you currently in love with someone?

Amsonia: Would you ever become a vegan?

Peony: What's your favorite hot beverage?

Tulip: For your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?

Myrtle: Do you like going on airplanes?

Hibiscus: Did you ever play an instrument? If so what?

Zinnia: Who was your best friend when you were six years old?

Poppy: What color was your childhood home?

Hydrangea: Starbucks order?

Violet: Do you like where you're from?

Locust: What was your favorite book as a child?

Rhododendron: What's the scariest dream you've ever had?

Queen Anne's Lace: Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents?

Magnolia: Favorite kind of candy?

Aster: Would you rather be cold or hot?

Marigold: Do you listen to what's on the radio?

Heliconia: Do you like when it rains?

Azalea: What's a movie you cried while watching?

Dandelion: Do you think you're important?

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social media meme ;;

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send me a ✉ for three texts from my muse to yours

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[kaikhaleel]

“No worries.” He mumbled, mind clearly elsewhere as he continued to openly stare at her. But then she began talking, with quite a few words at that, and between the music and the flickering (?) it was proving a challenge to concentrate on what exactly was being said to him. So he did the simple thing, and scrunched his eyes shut without explanation. Much better.

Unfortunately, by the time he’d figured that out, her speech was seeming to come to an end, her heartbeat increasing slightly. Talked too much? “No worries,” he repeated easily, voice more cheerful now, “people always say the same ‘bout me. And I wasn’t listening to you anyway.”. He paused, took a stumbling step forwards in a slight panic as he registered his words, “I didn’t mean that. Or I did, but Hozier was talking some shit about a poison that doesn’t sting - which doesn’t make sense, for the record - and all I gathered is that Danish music makes your head explode.”

 A pause, a breath, he sat down in a way he hoped was facing her, “So now I know that fun fact, can I ask what it is you, y’know, do? Don’t think they told me.”

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Clara lifted a corner of her mouth up. "It's alright, I don't say anything worth hearing really. I meant that Danish music makes me happy, screaming music doesn't." Clara narrowed her eyes trying to bring an understanding to this strange man in front of her. "Yeah it's a good song, how can you heart it though? Not even I can, and well it's right next to me." Suspicion flooded her body in her most natural instinct. Most people seemed to have a choice for flight or fight but clara only knew of the former. What she did? She possessed a problem that destoryed every happy thing in her life and yet it wasn't even the worst one in the group. She wanted to lie, make something up but..well what would be the point by now? He'd figure it out or someone would tell or what else may happen from now until they all decided their end game. "I'm a ghost. One moment, I'm here..the next..I'm not. Just depends on whether I like my company or not." In true drama queen fashion, Clara wiggled her fingers and vanished from the normal human eye. She settled in her special place for several seconds before returning. "No, there isn't a green screen behhind me, just in case you were wondering."

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Art Hoe Recon II Clara & Adrian

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In most situations, Adrian did a good job of blending in. His looks weren’t particularly eye catching– dark hair and dark eyes, average height, average build– and his personality was a watchful one, talkative when he felt the need but generally leaning towards the introspective side. He didn’t bring much attention unless he specifically called for it. Checking out the bank would be easy. It wasn’t a strange place to linger, especially in the middle of the day when businesspeople and tourists hurried along the sidewalks. 

On the other hand, it was somewhat nerve-wracking to know that the people he’d spot through the doors might be the same ones who would press alarm buttons in panic when the heist actually went down. He’d only brought a note pad and a pencil, a few pounds, and his phone. He’d have brought a pair of binoculars if he had one, but even if he had owned a pair it would no doubt be buried in some closet or drawer in his apartment. He stepped out into what London passed for sunshine (something a bit warmer than usual, but not quite bright), and turned to the sound of Clara’s voice. 

“I wouldn’t leave you behind.” It’s a simple statement, but firm in its intent. As unfamiliar as the group may be at this point, he feels responsible for their well-being, especially seeing as he (along with Saoirse) is the one who brought a few of them here in the first place. “I wasn’t sure if i was supposed to bring anything special, but yes, I suppose. You ready?” 

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“I don’t even know what could be considered special for this kind of thing. I have not made it a habit to do this kind of thing really. Did you know, I’d never ever even stolen a stick of gum before? Nothing.” Despite her less than criminal past, Clara didn’t feel nervous at all. Of course, they were just going to go stake out and well she could disappear if she needed to unlike poor Adrian. But his sentiment backed that he wouldn’t leave her behind, so she wouldn’t do that to him either. 

Clara patted at her pockets and small bag just to make sure the little things she had deemed worthy were still all in their correct spots and secure. She hadn’t brought much really, her sketchbook so she could draw out the scene of the bank she felt was a little less suspicious than her handwriting notes to herself. A camera would catch that and think thief, a sketch on the other hand just spelled out bored art student. She dipped down to tighten her boot laces, before helping herself up with a bounce in her step. This was going to either be fun or a disaster but at least it got her out of the house. “Ready as I’ll ever be Boss, lead the way.”

[guirandxcc]

A very serious moodboard about Guirand

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Clara’s Instagram

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A moodboard for Clara: The inside

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[c0ntemplations]

I’m waiting to experience new colors. It’s been grey for a while now.

00:12 (via c0ntemplations)

[kaikhaleel]

“Man.” He uttered, gulping slightly. “Then maybe we all need to go to one of those.. whatever they’re called - fancy eye doctor things. Because I really don’t think the red eye look is goin’to trend, you know?”. Genuine confusion was evident on his face as he watched her and tried to remember how many hours of sleep he’d had, whether he’d taken anything recently. Something wasn’t right.  “Hozier.” He repeated monotonously, still distracted by what he was seeing. “Right, yeah, that’s good, or not so good. I asked because his voice is like nails. And you weren’t loud, it’s just..” Kai gestured to his ears quickly in a way he thought said I can hear really well, but probably looked like he was swatting an insect. He was too concentrated on his vision to really register what she was saying, the sound of her voice having to compete against Sedated. “Huh? A splattering? Do you want me to clean it?”

[claraxxlarson-blog]

"No no..uh, I just can't remember the English word for like people coming and going without.. gathering. Just here and there, you know?” He looked off, unsettled if that was the correct term. She wished she knew how to fix that in people. Everyone who sat in those dilapidated chairs and swatted away dust looked as if there was something broken in them. 

“Well what do you listen to then? If Hozier offends you so much? Everyone’s got a music taste don’t they?” It was a pitiful attempt at trying to make conversation, but she wanted to try. Really try. “I know I used to only listen to music in Danish, especially when I moved. Classical is good too! I never cared for that angry scream music, it makes me feel as if my head will explode.” Rambling, rambling, rambling.. Gods she even annoyed herself. She offered a nervous and apologetic smile and a shrug to brush herself off. “I talk too much sometimes, you’re welcome to tell me when I’ve been running my mouth for too long.”

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Tolerance {Clara&&Saoirse}

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“Really? My flat looks pretty awful and it doesn’t have half the charm as this old mess.” But then again, her flat had never been built to entertain and impress hundreds of people. “Do you hate cooking too? I swear to god, I must throw out more takeout trash in a week than the average homeowner does in a month.” 

She smiled bitterly. Being a member of the society, strangely enough, didn’t make it any easier to tell people about her ability. “Superpower? That’s such a nice way to look at it. Although I’d definitely consider yours more of a superpower than mine–yours pretty much defies everything we know about physics.” For someone ho barely graduated high school, she sure did know how to talk like a nerd. 

She breathed in through her nose, deciding to just….bite the bullet. “I make people hurt. By touching them.” She held up her gloved left hand, wiggling her fingers. “And I can’t turn it off.” 

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“I can’t cook at all. I tried to make a steak, and it caught on fire, same with pasta, baked goods and scrambled eggs. You'd think that was my special gift, but alas just me being entirely inept." Clara nodded along as Saoirse spoke, her words meant something. A bitterness that all of them must have possessed. An anger of being made different, of being thrown out of a normal life. "Physics was never my strong suit, truth be told. Guess it's good that I wasn't or I'd be even more frustrated." She fought herself internally to not step back, but instead she cocked her head and squinted at the other's wiggling fingers. "I don't think any of us can just turn it off. It's just there, for better and worse. I must say in your case, the worse. Do you do it, to just do it? To make people hurt, that is.." Curiosity would always get the better of her. Clara could not think of a time she was not frightened. Scared of being found out, of losing people, of dying and all the things that plague the human mind. But staring at the gloved hand of Saoirse and looking back at the girl's eyes...she wasn't. There was nothing that told Clara this was a evil person. Simply a person, given a terrible gift.

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Art Hoe Recon II Clara & Adrian

This was something she could excel at. A task that she could complete easily, and quite successfully because Clara spent all her time watching. And if she was honest with herself she knew that company and some damn help wouldn’t be the worst thing. She had read an article that people who shut themselves off from others died sooner, but she had had a thought that if you were a hermit than it highly lowered someone’s chances of being murdered. Nevertheless making friends was good, it meant someone might notice if she fell in her flat and her hypothetical cats were about to eat her. It was of course this extremely positive mindset that kept her mildly cheerful for the company of Adrian Moore. He was pleasant enough, even reminded her a bit of her friends back home. They would go to the bank today and be invisible little people hoping to look for the camera’s, alarms and all the little things that could make or break an operation. She stood silently, leaned up against the wall next to the doors for the Van Allen building waiting for him. Her face turned happily up to the sky, desperately trying to soak up some ounce of sun the English sky was willing to give. The doors creaked open and Clara pulled herself up to look around the lip. “Thought you’d gone off without me, You’ve got everything together?” 

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“So it’s not just me? Thank God. I thought I was going deaf.” Lonnie grinned broadly at his own joke, nodding softly as the woman moved closer. He almost felt bad for making her wrestle her way out of the wires, but she seemed pleasant enough for the moment. Even if he was spying. “It’s okay….I can read your lips. Mostly. And the hearing aids help me distinguish syllables.” He motioned at his ears. “Be slow and clear, and we’ll be fine.” He had already missed the word repertoire, but he got the gist. The hand on his shoulder was surprising enough, but he appreciated it. It somehow made the others feel more like people, allies, and less like strangers or aliens. Or something. “I’m okay. I was…hanging out. And I saw you doing your thing. It’s pretty…impressive. I’m kind of jealous. I never thought I’d…well.” Word vomit. 

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Despite Clara’s reserved nature, she couldn’t help laughing at Lonnie’s joke. It was quite clever and if anyone could appreciate clever musings it was Clara. "...I thought I was alone. I wouldn't have-It's weird, you don't have to dress it up in pretty words. I wish I could do something that could actually be exciting. Like sprout flames from hands or be able to never make rings n the bar. Useful things. Besides just glorified hiding." Her ability had been a soft bruised spot upon her body for so long, she didn't comprehend someone finding it cool or interesting. It just felt like hitting your shin over and over again. Even being surronded by people like her, they were still different and she was just waiting to be rejected by them all. "What did you never think you'd do? See it, or believe it?" 

[carizaopana]

[awfulmachinations]

i have turned myself hummingbird. not a girl that’s meant to be held wings always moving something furious, something fearful.  it’s nice at first, this constant hum, a steam-haze daydream, losing hours to the shower & the sound of the water beating down. but my body is too small to contain this heart, this rapid beat beat beat cracks appearing in my skin without my permission, without me knowing how. i poke at them, let them spread  & try to look away when things start growing there. once, i tried to fold myself into a crack that followed my spine down my back, body curving like a crescent moon waning & i found i was finally small enough to swallow myself whole.

Madeleine Christie, NATURE, VICTORIOUS (via agooduniverse)