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@divoutful
——— Wilt thou enter into my service?
a private, very selective, and very slow multi-muse consisting of characters from a range of genres. written and cared for by alondra ( she / they, autistic, boricua, 21+ ). affiliated with @satanless
HIGHEST MUSE LISTED BENEATH THE CUT.
Anyways listen fantasy wonka he travels to your kingdom or whatever and proposes
Chocolate shop
Mourning has never been on the cards when Heather Duke thought, and she did think, about the untimely passing of Heather Chandler. It always seemed like such a far off idea, one that would bring serene peace and tranquility into her life, and restore balance unto the sacred halls of Westerberg High — balance meaning that she was at the top of the pyramid. And just like that, things have started to fall into place. Things Heather Duke could only dream of.
Mr and Mrs Duke had overtaken Heather on their entry to the church, but plaid pine green finds its eyes on Veronica and JD, talking outside of the regal building Heather's still warm body sits in. “ I always knew that Heather's death would make this world a better place, I just had no idea it would spark love between the worst Westerberg's got to offer. ” @09011989 @divoutful
Good news! The Witch is dead!
JD tapes a somber expression onto his otherwise gleaming features — the adrenaline of homicidal relief still billowing in his head, in his veins. He can taste the blue spew of Heather upon his own lips, and it tastes like fucking God. A beautiful beginning to his their cleansing of this pyramid scheme of a life! He rattles out a morose sigh, pulling Veronica tightly to his side as the next head rises from Chandler’s corpse; and he can already see the next funeral. Smaller turnout.
“ I thought the worst of Westerberg is why we’ve gathered here today — God bless her soul.” His mouth twists into a frown, shaking his head with practiced disbelief.
It’s actually not really a joke though.
because koda and kat hate it im adding Willy wonka on here
OCARINAOF TIME THANK U LORDDDD
MY BABH?
OCARINAOF TIME THANK U LORDDDD
off-campus: season 1.
dialogue prompts from the first season of prime's off-campus.
you are intolerable.
do not give me the silent treatment.
nobody is expecting you to be _____.
take a shower. you smell like shit.
it'll come back to you. like riding a bike.
did anyone ever tell you that eavesdropping is rude?
has anyone ever told you your references are dated?
i'll pick out your outfit, you just do your makeup.
i plead the fifth.
i am always telling you to wear your jacket. you never do.
how do you suddenly know my name?
you can't just kiss me out of the blue.
you blush whenever i come near you.
get over yourself. i don't blush.
my single ass needs another drink.
this is the part where i tell you all the things i want to do to you when we're alone.
you're just giving me the bed because you feel bad for me.
i wouldn't know who i am without it.
you centered me.
you're overthinking. get out of your head.
you can put me down now. we all know how much you can bench.
i don't need your pity. i don't need you to be my therapist.
what if i'm broken?
if you're going to chase an impossible dream, chase one that actually matters.
this party's kind of dead, right?
are you driving, or shall i?
i think people can change, if they want to.
if i go, will you come with me?
you can't let the bad memories erase the good ones.
do you never have a shirt on?
people who care about you will understand. if they don't, they're not your people.
you said this wasn't a date. it feels like a date.
god, it's so hot when someone knows what they want.
this is a party. parties are supposed to be fun.
stop fucking with my head.
i'm a girl. i have to think about what everybody else is feeling before i can figure out what i'm feeling.
don't think. tell me what you want.
you scare the shit out of them, you know.
look how hard they're trying to please you.
you really can't be alone, can you?
can we hit dairy queen on the way home?
i can't take on anyone else's stress today. i'm emotionally raw. i'm a shell of a woman.
i don't know what your problem is, but i suggest you do whatever it takes to work it out.
we have to cling to the people who see us and smile.
just let me know you're okay.
we're on the same team. don't you get that?
don't you want to know what being single and slutty has to offer you?
let's start with the small stuff and work our way up, okay?
you didn't do anything wrong.
it has recently come to my attention that i'm a serial monogamist.
i'm actually so proud, i could cry.
what kind of _____ do you want to be?
have fun. do stuff just 'cause you want to.
i told you to stop opening my mail.
who says print media is dead?
i don't want you to look at me differently, or treat me differently.
i always knew. i just thought you'd tell me when you were ready.
you're not just one thing. you're everything.
the words will come when they come.
you reminded me of who i used to be.
you could be anywhere, doing anything, but you're not. you're here.
hey, look at me. i got you. i got you, okay?
i don't want to be that guy.
you're not as dumb as you look.
stop being chicken shit and tell _____ how you feel.
i know i said i was dropping out, but can i maybe drop back in?
i couldn't miss your big moment, could i?
i want to be more like you.
Adria Arjona as Bix Caleen in Season 1 & 2 ANDOR│Created by Tony Gilroy
adding Willie Scott too because she has gotten the absolute worst hate since forever and I can take care of her
marion ravenwood does not sit still and stay quiet. in fact, she’s rather prone to the opposite; a simmering volcano constantly on the verge of environmental collapse.
indiana jones has the innate ability to accelerate the eruption. @archestypes
his vile smirk, pasted lazily in the worst moments; a biting tongue that rivals her own — it is a constant recipe for disaster. and yet she is drawn to him all the same. there exists the red string of fate, wrapped around their pinkies — one that won’t sever (no matter how many times she sharpens the damn knife … ) it makes her angry enough to spit.
“ Goddamit Indy! You goddamn LIAR! ” She explodes, throwing a measured punch straight to his stubble covered jaw. A satisfying crack resounds, and she exhales through her nose, eyes still glimmering with righteous violence. “ Almost gave up hunting you down in Lazio … Goddamit — Y’said you’d wait for me! ”
thinking about Marion
I’m unfortunately writing jd who wants to plot
i was just playing along. ⠀@divoutful for j.d.
dear diary, ⠀ my dark horse high-school sweetheart likes to shoot firearms in the house. i’m totally freaked. i don’t know why i keep hanging out with him. his anger at the world seems to be fusing with my own: the jolts of electricity that’ll be used to create a frankenstein’s monster of teenage angst.
bile begins to creep up into her throat, some pungent mix of cigarette smoke and a bag of twizzlers, guzzled down with black coffee and intermittent sips of J.D.’s coca-cola. she watches the smoke billow from the arm of the chair he shot at, the bullet lodged a couple of inches into its structure. “ your definition of playing is severely fucked, j.d. ”
veronica fishes through the pocket of her blazers, hand finding a loose cigarette, the other settling on her lighter. she brings the cigarette up to her lips, hand shaking as she cups it, lighting the cigarette with her other. she lets the flame flicker near her palm for a moment too long before letting it out. she takes a drag, praying that her hands stop shaking, that j.d. can’t see the discomfort that permeates through her body. she can’t bring herself to look at him, but in her peripheral she can see the gun, still dangling in his hand. she hears it before she has time to register what she’s said: “ i think we should break up. ”
A Westerburg revolution wrapped in cold metal, and JD teases it gaily, running his thumb against the hammer with quiet reverence. Here they stand; the makers of their universe, coming forth to amend the bitter sins of high school — and Veronica has the fucking audacity to open her mouth, and call it quits. Quits!
He thinks of dear old mother, waving through a window as the brick explodes around her, burying her alongside his childhood innocence. Disappointment after smoking disappointment. Woes of the world, isn’t it? A constant static that separates all of us from any true connection.
“ What? ” Asked as if he genuinely does not understand; but a dark air accompanies, as if forbidding further explanation. A wound dressed as a question. Now does a bitter smirk form, and he presses the gun barrel against his chest as if it’s his own heart. “ Veronica, we’re doing something here. Something real, that matters. For God’s sake, I mean— ” And he begins to pace, swinging the gun with emphasis. “ —The Romans built empires! And we sit here and elect, y’know, prom queens. ”
THE MARVELOUS MRS. MAISEL (2017) PROMPTS * lines collected and graciously given to me by user schattenwerfenkeineschatten and hosted on this blog, adjust as necessary
this was a magical place where the butter was beautiful and i would solve mysteries of the universe and meet brilliant women, kindred spirits who would explore this brave new world with me.
my mother fainted, then called four people, then fainted again.
i hate you for this.
why are you in pain?
never listen to me. i'm nuts.
disgraceful.
i just want her to be happy. it's easier to be happy when you're pretty.
how long are you going to be doing this, running around at night, taking money from strangers like a schnorrer?
just because there is a door doesn’t mean you use it. a door does not represent infinite possibilities.
you’re not mad? or stunned? not even mildly bemused?
it’s downtown. if you have underwear on, you’re overdressed.
a starving artist never pays.
i have to go. i have to leave. you. i have to leave you.
i'm... i'm... i'm not happy.
nobody's happy. it's yom kippur!
practice a little. try it again when you feel more confident about the moves.
i thought my life was going to be something different. i thought i was going to be someone different.
did you ever think you were supposed to be something and you suddenly realize you’re not?
i’m a con now. i’ve got a rap sheet. i’m hard. i’m a hard, used woman.
is my hair gray? it feels gray.
look at all the people. they look so happy. are they high?
did you notice i’m not wearing my own shoes? i’m not. don’t know what happened, either. now I’m just a single, gray-haired ex-con drinking hooch and eating old nuts in someone else’s shoes.
tonight was an isolated incident. there are medications i can take to make sure that never happens again.
i don’t mind being alone. i just do not want to be insignificant.
you’re not my wife.
it’s a terrible, terrible job. it should not exist. like cancer, or god.
i’m not gonna say no to you. not after i saw what you’re capable of.
[name] probably loved that first wife of his, and then she went nuts and burned the house down.
you want a smack in the face?
oh, there was crying. so much crying. a good 40 to 50 minutes of crying.
please, just stop talking.
i’m not talking. you’re not talking, either. quiet’s nice sometimes...
it didn’t work. it’s nobody’s fault. xometimes these things happen, okay? people with the best of intentions just grow apart.
hmm, do i want some iced tea? let me think... fuck you.
first you stand me up. then you bataan death march me through buckingham palace. you make me hold your kid’s filthy hand, which means i probably got 14 different kinds of cholera right now.
are those two really your children or did we just break in and kidnap a couple kids?
for one moment, i said and did things that i’ve never done or said before. but that is all a complete blur to me now. i don’t know how i got there. I wouldn’t know how to get there again.
i am not a violent man, [name]. but if i were, i would take you up to my apartment and throw you out the window.
do you know why I’m not throwing you out this window? because my window is on a higher floor and i want to make sure it sticks.
no. you do not call me [name]. you call me nothing. you don’t talk to me or look at me. if you see me on the street, you will cross the street, whether or not there is a crosswalk present. your pedestrian safety is of no importance to me anymore.
it’s the bras, right? it’s the bras. and the girdles and the corsets, all designed to cut off the circulation to your brain. so, you walk around on the verge of passing out and you look at your husband and he tells you things and you just believe them!
i used to be delicate. i was delightful. i was a goddamn flower! i smelled like roses and the sunshine shone out of my ass.
i know i must seem a bit angry and deranged to you all right now... and i am.
i’ll admit, i would like to repeatedly kick every man here in the balls over the course of the next several hours. i won’t, though. i am still a lady. and a lady never kicks men repeatedly in the balls for more than 20, 30 minutes tops. because then her girdles start to draw blood.
worst part was the blood. it was everywhere. on the walls, on the floor. i mean, look at this! he was like a fire hydrant. and I love this top...
yeah, i called her and it was awful. i mean, i forgot my own name. how the hell does that happen?
she was spinning webs around me, man. she was like an evil web-spinning spider death sorceress.
Mjrose?
starter coming soon….
adding gaby from shrinking btw Kat n I are hive mind
