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#𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄. ⸻ 𝑬𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑛.
fandomless independent original character. cared for and loved to death by jaqi.
〖 rules. 〗 〖 verses. 〗 〖 bio. 〗 〖 memes. 〗〖 opens. 〗 〖 hc. 〗
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Shane Prompts
An assortment of prompts taken from the movie Shane (1953) directed by George Stevens. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. In case of Multimuse, don't forget to specify which one/s. Reblog, please do not repost or add.
“ You know, I like a man who watches things going around. ”
“ You're a little touchy, aren't you? ”
“ You know better than to point guns at people. ”
“ Bet you can shoot. ”
“ What difference does it make? You're leaving anyway. ”
“ Now that you warned me, would you mind getting off my place? ”
“ Who are you, stranger? ”
“ I take back what I said. ”
“ I guess I spook kind of easy these days. ”
“ Quiet. The men want to talk. ”
“ We're kinda fancy, aren't we? ”
“ He didn't even say goodbye. ”
“ What are you doing up so early? ”
“ I tell you, I got enough and don't try and talk me out of it. ”
“ It's been a long time since I got store bought clothes. ”
“ You speaking to me? ”
“ Don't just stand there in the rain, you'll catch your death of cold. ”
“ He'll be moving on one day. ”
“ You take care, you get a woman that's worth waiting for. ”
“ I thought I told you if you want to keep healthy, you stay out of here. ”
“ Whatever he's paying, I'll double. ”
“ You had your chance, boy. ”
“ You wouldn't want me to run away, would you? ”
“ It was ugly and you were both wonderful. ”
“ I wish I could forget him. ”
“ What's the matter, honey? ”
“ Don't say anything, just hold me tight. ”
“ Want me to tell you something? ”
“ One is all you need, if you know how to use it. ”
“ Gosh almighty, that is good! ”
“ Why do you always have to spoil everything? ”
“ A gun is as good or as bad as the man using it. ”
“ Keep your guesses to yourself. ”
“ Fool better listen to reason. ”
“ It's your own concious eating on you. ”
“ No man gave it up as easy as I did. ”
“ I wouldn't trade places with any other man in this world. ”
“ Be reasonable. After all, there's so many hands in a deck of cards. ”
“ What do you make of him? ”
“ I'll kill him if I have to. ”
“ What started it? ”
“ Sooner or later, someone's got to go. ”
“ Well I sure figured you for a better man. ”
“ You know why he wants you to stay for? Something that means more to you than anything else. ”
“ You'll do that for us? ”
“ I promise to you something is gonna be done about it. ”
“ Tell him he can't go. Tell him it won't work. Tell him! ”
“ Is there anything I can say that will change things? ”
“ It's pride, that's all. Silly kind of pride. ”
“ I'm sick of it. I'm sick of trouble. ”
“ Are you doing this just for me? ”
“ Tell him... Tell him I'm sorry. ”
“ Please. Take care of yourself. ”
“ I wouldn't push too hard if I were you. ”
“ Man has to be what he is. You can't break the mold. ”
“ Right or wrong, it's a brand. A brand sticks. There's no going back. ”
4-Word Sentence Prompts
Part II An assortment of prompts and/or starters using only four words. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. Reblog, please do not repost or add.
“ What are you doing? ”
“ Quite the predicement, indeed. ”
“ I won't be there. ”
“ I will be there. ”
“ On your knees, pet. ”
“ Now put this on. ”
“ Don't say another word. ”
“ I am so lonely. ”
“ I am never alone. ”
“ It's love, my dear. ”
“ You feel so good. ”
“ Don't look at me. ”
“ When are you back? ”
“ How did it happen? ”
“ Be savage, not average. ”
“ You don't know me. ”
“ I know you best. ”
“ Still water run deep. ”
“ This was your choice. ”
“ This was my choice. ”
“ Don't forget to breathe. ”
“ Everyone feels broken sometimes. ”
“ It's okay, just breathe. ”
“ Spare me the theatrics. ”
“ Get to the point. ”
“ You're hard to love. ”
“ You're hard to hate. ”
“ Let's make some magic. ”
“ Own who you are. ”
“ Light always casts shadows. ”
“ Anywhere but here, please. ”
“ I have the butterflies. ”
“ Do it for yourself. ”
“ Do it for me. ”
“ Good things take time. ”
“ All in due time. ”
“ You are allowed happiness. ”
“ Grow, and become great. ”
“ I want to scream. ”
“ Hush now, be quiet. ”
“ Say your last words. ”
“ Mornings are for me. ”
“ Evenings are for me. ”
“ Don't you trust me? ”
“ I never trusted you. ”
by Pallas Athena
雨の雫とすずらん
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LIFE AND ACTIVITY UPDATE!! <33
i'm all over the place as we all always know and expect from me by now, so first and foremost i apologize!
i got a new job after being in between way too many for way too long. this new job, i'm coaching / assisting my old high school as a fine arts / theater coach! only, it's more than i expected lol. i'll actually be teaching two of three classes i'm coaching (the teacher was my teacher all four years i was there, and they're a huge part of why i graduated and also how i got this job to begin with, so i'm not complaining, and i do owe it to them). big big deal! excited but so scared! lol.
family life has been turbulent, but we climb and we go forward. personal life has just been very busy, but thankfully peaceful enough. my disabilities have gotten mildly worse, but that's expected with age and lack of medication, so i'm doing my best.
right now, my focus and muse has simply shifted to other things, and it happens! i'll be back eventually, but for now i'm letting myself focus on one thing at a time if i can help it, especially with how busy and sacked i'm going to be for a while now.
love you guys so much, and i hope you're all doing well and taking care of yourselves! til next time!
i was going to attempt replies but lou decided to nap again so instead just know i've thought about elouise giving tender little forehead kisses to everyone she can, and sweet little jaw kisses to anyone she can't if they're taller.
𝑰𝑻'𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑨𝑳𝑴𝑶𝑺𝑻 𝑩𝑰𝑹𝑻𝑯𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑮𝑰𝑹𝑳 . . . !!
。° ⸻ @oddlies.
Cleaning after a family's service always felt somewhat bittersweet for Elouise. She always put immense amount of detail into the arrangements and decorations, into the comfort and the aromas, into the lights and the ambient sounds. Everything was kept in a timely manner. Everything was, for lack of better words, perfect. Taking it all down always felt like a disruption of that perfection, and it always gives Elouise pause. Still, as much as she loves her job, it is still a job, and there were to be more services tomorrow that she'd need to decorate for, too.
She's just about finished taking down the last of the floral decor when she senses - like a pricking at the back of her neck, like a warm summer breeze - another presence in her funeral home. Turning, she steps down from her step ladder just one rung before her cheeks dimple with the warmest, most welcoming smile ever shone.
❝ Irene, ❞ she coos, now quickly making her way down the ladder and gliding over to the reaper. ❝ I'm so glad to see you. How are you? ❞
"It looks much worse than it feels," he would have smiled to calm the other, but the last time he did that, a survivor told him he looked more like he ate children, and thus he never did so ever again. Despite his assurances, it did not stop the small, painful hiss that escaped his tattered lips. One of those weird cultist maniacs had got him good with a blade, though he was lucky the stab did not puncture so deeply.
'It isn't frightning? Becoming so accustomed to pain?'
He could faintly recall a time in his previous life, before the world decidely went to shit, where there was no choice but to become accustomed to pain. After all, what was one soon to be added scar, atop many more faded ones? Just another notch in a collection.
"I'll be fine, don't worry."
Ah, but that's so much of the sentiment from Elouise, isn't it? She wished it neither looked nor felt bad, in any way. But she was just an idealistic woman was all. Too full of wanting too much good that the world doesn't have left to offer anymore, not in the abundance she wished it.
She takes care of his wound, fingers deft and practiced as she applies the disinfectant, cleans out some of the loose skin before patching him up completely. His assurance helps, it does, even if the knot of worry doesn't ease much more off her brow. It steadies that tremor in her chest, that tightness at her throat she swallows around. Then, another reassurance and she hums, the last of the bandage tightened over the gash.
❝ I know you will be, ❞ she starts softly. Her eyes don't meet his, not yet. She busies herself first with packing up all of the first aid supplies. ❝ You're strong, and tough... but... I think I'll worry anyway. Someone should, if you won't, ❞ comes a warmer musing after, her gaze finally lifted to Emil, and this time, with a small smile to match. Fingers latch the clasps of the first aid kit shut, attention back down to her packing. ❝ We'll check on it again the next time we rest, just to be sure it's healing fine. ❞
Normally he despised physical touch, having long equated it with feelings of suffocation. In these instances however, he could understand that it was a form of anchoring; with all the bizzare occurances happening, the virus, the strange light and rumbling ground earlier, and now this heavily ominous warning; it was a small comfort knowing that there was at least another survivor who had not fallen prey to the surroundings.
"Gut," he nodded, mildly irritated with himself and a tad embarassed. He could not fit under the small gap of the garage door, and even though he could quite easily wrech the blasted thing open; with how rusted the metal was, surely it would evoke such an irritating screech, that would no doubt attract the attention of unsavory people....or things, lurking about.
Still, it was more practical, and the other was much smaller than he was. His only concern was whether or not there was something secluded inside that could attack her.
"Here," he fished out a rather large knife, one of many he carried on his personal, and offered it to the other. "I'll watch over your pack if you want, but take this...in case." A sign of trust, perhaps one formed on nesscessity for now, that he was willing to part with one of his weapons for the other.
Elouise is crouched, just about to prone to crawl under when his voice pulls her attention back up instead. Listening, fingers gently coiling around the hilt of the knife ( it was easily twice the size of her hand ), she nods. A thank you. A yes, sir, in her own way. She's careful of the blade as she maneuvers her pack off from around her shoulders and arms, lifting it to his hand in exchange. It wasn't too heavy, carrying only the barest of essentials, but still. Less weight, less noise, less obstructions if she had to get the heck back out of there quick. There's a lump in her throat that she swallows back, replaces with as much bravery as she can before lowering herself down again and rolling under the small gap of the garage door. Only a small part of her sleeve gets snagged, slightly torn, hair catching some of the debris. She's otherwise unscathed as she slips through.
As Elouise comes up the other side, she's slow, silent. Although her movements aren't as practiced as Emil's, they're as careful, if not moreso. Back to whatever surface was safe to keep it along, she checks corners, angles, behind doors, the ceiling. One slow step after the other and she makes her way, room to room, door to door. It was... eerie. A home by all means, everything still in place, in tact. If she hadn't known better, she felt like she could turn any corner and expect the owners ( a family of four, telling by the photos on the walls ) to inhabit any of the many spaces she's checked, but... Nothing. Not even a sound, something ominous in it's own fashion. Still, she made it through, and without any trouble, thankfully. With the same care and caution, she turns the locks at the front door, testing the knob and the age of the hinges for the same silence she moved with. Sparing just a few creaks from unuse, everything was quiet. Elouise steps quick through the threshold, bending around the corner to wave Emil in after her.
❝ It's all clear, ❞ she reports, waiting for him to resume the lead again now that she's gotten them in.
“ They're dead. It's a certainty. ” 。° ⸻ @slxver-scrxm.
All her life around so much death and yet Elouise can't find herself to accept it this time. Fingers itch, a subtle twitch the only movement in her otherwise statuesque stillness. A certainty... A certainty... Was it really, though? In this nightmarish land where nothing seemed to be as certain as everyone made it out to be? The only thing that felt like a certainty was no escape. Elouise swallows, lashes batting as they're torn away from the corpse and up to the ( monster ) man.
❝ ... Why would you do this?... ❞
The elevator stops and Daryl is remarkably, incredibly still. But having just left his uncle's wake-- the last tie he had to his father besides Merle, now that he thinks about it-- and having to suffer extended family he hasn't seen in years took a bigger toll on him than he thought it would.
Merle had warned him against it before he left the house this morning: you don't wanna waste a Saturday on those shitstains, baby brother. But Daryl was raised to never say no to family, and abandoning them with Uncle Jess scheduled to be put in the ground on Tuesday was out of the question. Even if half of them got his fucking name wrong (as if they hadn't been there when his Pa died, as if they hadn't given their fake fucking sympathies, as if--).
The elevator stops and the sudden drop is nothing compared to the bewilderment he felt when his Aunt Mary asked for money. We need you here, David, she'd said over the phone, and now Daryl knew why. Someone knew he was working somewhere fancy. Someone knew they could get money off of him. Someone knew, and he was a couple thousand bucks poorer today.
When the woman speaks to him, he doesn't even acknowledge her. Not immediately. But when her words reach his ears, and he turns his head slowly to face her, he blinks once.
Daryl doesn't even acknowledge her apology, brows furrowing instead.
"I remember you," he says plainly. Daryl never forgets anyone who's spoken with him at length, though. "You're..."
His eyes slide over the bouquet, and only then does he realise--
"...oh, shit." Daryl looks up and sees the ticker stuck between the fifth and sixth floor numbers. "You're fucking kidding me!"
Now it was her brow's turn to furrow. The statement - because it was one, plain and factual - catches her off guard. Still adjusting to the lack of light, her lashes flutter just a bit more, squinting against the dim even until his face comes through clear. Any amount of introductions ( or re-introductions, anyway ) were cut away quick with his curse, though, her eyes also staring up to the floor marker above their heads. A wince, silent and more like a twist of her lips, and she feels the need to apologize yet again ( as if she had any control over the elevator operations ). Instead, she wrings her fingers a little, reaching for her phone and tapping the screen awake to check the time and their service.
Just a little after one, and of course, service? None. Not good for her, either. Elouise was scheduled in an hour and half at another wake, and then two hours after that, she had to be back at Green Marches for a scheduled embalming and a new client intake appointment. A packed schedule and many that were going to be upset for waiting ( because the decay of the dead didn't ), wrenched because of the building's poor maintenance. Patience of the saints Elouise had, though.
❝ Think we could make an escape, like Mission Impossible? ❞ An attempt to lighten the tension of closed-space captivity, aided with a small, dimpled smile his way. Now that the full recognition has settled, she takes a breath and canters her head aside. ❝ Daryl, right? ❞ She asks, but she already knows. She never forgets. ❝ Was trapped in an elevator on your Saturday plans? ❞
trapped in an elevator. 。° ⸻ @backwaterscum.
An embarrassingly sharp gasp slips from Elouise as soon as the elevator comes to a sudden, hiccupped halt. It bounces her on her low heels just slightly, dropping just another inch on the lift chain before the power seems to cut out altogether. Lights out, the soft trill of an emergency alarm sounding somewhere distantly ( very distantly! ) below the elevator and that was every clue pieced together for Elouise. She blinks, trying to adjust to the new dimness first before trying to peak around the lillies she carried.
Really, she was more a walking bouquet than woman at that moment. She had been so covered by the tall arrangements that at first, she hadn't even known nor realized there was even another person in the elevator with her until she'd lowered the blooms down to the ground ( unemcumbering herself from their weight since it seemed she might have been stuck a while ). Cue yet another little gasp and she's quick to raise a hand, a soft puff of laughter slipping soon after.
❝ I'm so sorry, ❞ she breathes, even dropping down to just above a whisper, considering their proximity. ❝ I couldn't see past the flowers... I didn't know anyone else was in here... ❞