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working on my new carrd & icons tonight! i should be able to relaunch this week 😈
thinking about maybe revamping again…
euphoria dialogue prompts ,
“i put up a good fight, but i lost.”
“you know i spent my whole life trying to keep this part of me separate?”
“how do you decide who you wanna hook up with?”
“this is why the world keeps getting worse.”
“everyone knows who I am.”
“you think ‘cause i went to rehab i stayed clean?”
“i hate seeing you sit in the chair my dad sat in.”
“everybody gets their feelings hurt.”
“i thought that i was doing what was best for everybody.”
“at some point, you have to make a choice about who you are and what you want.”
“kissing is worse. it’s so much more intimate.”
“the world went quiet, and i felt safe in my own head.”
“go fuck yourself.”
“i know nothing about you.”
“it’s about putting your all into everything you do.”
“say what you want about christians, at least they believe in forgiveness.”
“forgiveness is the key to change.”
“it’s not a relapse if it’s warranted. it’s a hall pass.”
“maybe people are nostalgic about high school 'cause it’s, like, the last time in their life that they get to dream.”
“you are a part of me I will never understand.”
“when you’ve let someone down again and again, i think it’s fair to lose a little faith.”
“it’s one thing to dislike your parents, it’s not like you have a choice. but if you dislike your kid, well, that’s sort of your fault.”
“what are you, like, fucking tony montana?”
“the problem with hating yourself is you can’t really talk about it.”
“should I be concerned?”
“now you got a whole bunch of people running around who don’t give a fuck about redemption.”
“if you tell me what drugs you’re doing, i’ll tell you what drugs i’m doing.”
“you just can’t be mad at me for wanting you to be okay.”
“selfishly, i hope you stay.”
“you may have won the game, but you lost control of the team.”
“i don’t want to be that old guy that gives you advice, but i look at you and i think there are two versions of how your life can go.”
“sometimes two people in the universe who aren’t meant for each other find each other.”
“i just wanted to dream about it for a minute.”
“the farther you go, the sharper their blade.”
“it was like there was no more air left in the world And i was gasping, and i was panicking.”
“i think i’m going to do everything in my power for at least, like the next three years, not to fall in love.”
“they don’t actually want a person, they want something they can own and possess.”
“i kind of feel closer to you than i do anyone in the world.”
“i’ve got an idea.”
“some people need to get their feelings hurt sometimes.”
“reducing someone’s life to a moment, an ugly moment, and punishing them for it? that’s what cops do. it’s actually what everyone does.”
“i fucking hate this town.”
“i definitely haven’t reached my full power.”
“i’m extremely confused.”
“when you hate your brain and your body, it’s hard to enjoy the rest.”
“i wasn’t going to stop until I got the truth.”
“i don’t know what type of fucked up shit you got going inside your head.”
“when you’re younger, everything feels so permanent.”
“i feel like you ruined me forever.”
“why do you look like that?”
“i’m envious of your generation, you know.”
“what do you think this is, the eighties? catch a dick.”
“do you think this stuff affects them? even if they don’t know it?
“most of the time, i really hate the way you make me feel.”
“i It’s funny how I used to think we were meant for each other.”
“nudes are the currency of love.”
“i love the theater.”
“first of all, ew. second of all, ew.”
“i just hope it didn’t teach you the wrong lesson.”
“i want you to wanna kiss me so bad that you don’t even ask.”
“i’m not saying i’m gonna have a baby.”
“i’m a rogue, i march to the beat of my own drum.”
“just don’t ever give them an opening.”
“this shit is hard and confusing.”
“you fell in love with someone who spent years making fun of you. it’s sad.”
“you did this to me!”
“the last thing you need is to feel worse because you’re not feeling something you’re supposed to feel.”
“do you wish i was different?”
“you’ve got to believe in the poetry because everything else in your life will fail you. even yourself.”
“real love is when you can’t exist without someone, when you’d rather die than be apart.”
“plenty of great, intelligent, funny, interesting, and creative people have struggled with the same things you struggle with.”
“i don’t know how to help.”
“you’re never really emotionally prepared for someone to leave you.”
“i feel like love is super dark and no one ever talks about it.”
“you’re my new favourite person.”
“your whole fucking life’s a secret.”
“they’re basically the most wonderful fucking person on the planet.”
“i guess i just wanted to hurt you as much as i imagined you’d hurt me.”
“i mean, i’m all good with drugs until guns start coming out.”
“the universe is just out here giving like zero fucks.”
“no room for heteronormativity in here.”
“what’s a bigger feeling than love?”
“listen to yourself. it’s fucking exhausting.”
“i know this isn’t going to end well.”
“i ruined my entire life for you.”
“you do what feels good to you.”
“you know what? fuck it. fuck it, i’m going to the police.”
“i feel like high school is super fucking suffocating.”
“the thing about confidence is no one knows if it’s real or not.”
“this is the feeling i have been searching for my entire life, for as long as i could remember.”
“you do what feels good to you.”
“every time i feel good, i think it’ll last forever, but it doesn’t.”
“open the door!”
“i know over the years you’ve lost some brain cells.”
“you guys don’t care as much about the rules.”
“you look like a cat coughed your ass up.”
“as you get older, you begin to realize nothing is permanent and everyone you love can drift away.”
“the more you move up in the world, the more enemies you make.”
“is one of us gonna get hurt?”
just a quick reminder that this blog is still running on a hiatus, and will be using a one-post-a-day queue until the start of may !
𝑳𝑶𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑺𝑬 :
she can’t eat, she feels sick. she can’t move, she feels sick. these people are bad and stay even when they do bad things, she never should’ve came here. she’s going to turn into them if she doesn’t get out. or she’s going to end up dead. allie doesn’t know how she would stop this, keep them from hurting anyone else like the body in the bakery. and her hands- her hands. perfectly manicured, warm and coated with flour. not flour, blood. they have the same eyes, and allie remembers the way they looked. wide, caught. but had she imagined that? maybe allie’s the bad one, the sick one, the one that needs to go away and come back when she’s good and pure and fixed. the quinns had done so much for her, and she had repaid them by causing disrupt in their perfect dollhouse. and courtney, oh, courtney. who had come so far for her family only for allie to ruin it. poor courtney who now had to settle the shaking girl, she should be able to do this by herself. “ um, i- i … i saw … ” the body, dead and sprawled. blood staining the floor of the bakery. love, hands coated in blood. blue eyes wide like a deer in headlights.
the fear flooding through her only spreads as she realizes: her nightmares were getting bad again. so bad that they weren’t just for sleep anymore. she wants love, wants her to tell her that everything’s okay and she can go home now. no one will be mad at her and everything was just a dream. but she doesn’t want to be crazy. doesn’t want love to keep her away from henry in fear that she’ll have another breakdown and scare him. doesn’t want to be sent away. “ but i- but i saw … ” body. blood. love. eyes. what’s the cage for? who was the body? where is love? she needs to see love. she needs to see love. “ love was- there was blood, and- and there- and she- she had blood on her hands and she looked- she looked so … ” guilty. she looked guilty but allie can’t bring herself to say it. not anymore. she’s never had a sister, but she can’t imagine she’d like it very much if someone blamed her for murder. the blonde shrinks even further. “ but i saw her- i saw her. she was there. ”
𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 . // allie quickly becomes entangled in the web of lies that courtney had begun to carefully spin months ago , trapped inside another cage of the mind . lip quivering stops momentarily , gaze studies the girl ( the stupid , idiotic , naive little girl that had unexpectedly caught love’s pity , the one that was unworthy of love’s adoration ) with what she hopes to be sympathetic eyes before gaze drops altogether , hands twist as body lowers to a seat . ❝ oh … i didn’t want you to find out like this but ... ❞ her words are carefully chosen , a script followed in her mind , all meant to get allie back on their side ( love’s request , not hers ------ if it were up to courtney , allie would be buried right next to natalie , dead in a ditch with nobody that cared enough to search after her ) . heavy sigh escapes her lips before teeth gnaw on the inside of her cheek in thought . ❝ you’ve lived with love and joe for a while now … haven’t you ? ❞ it’s a rhetorical question meant to do nothing but establish rapport as courtney slowly stands , gaze lifts to fixate on allie as she slowly moved around the cage . ❝ have you noticed any … behaviors ? yelling , arguing … ❞ there’s a hole in the living room wall to prove joe’s rage , endless hushed arguments and angry whispers as joe and love try to keep quiet about their blood-stained past ; it was a miracle that love had agreed to let allie live with them in the first place , masks worn around the public now forced at home too ( no place to relax , no place to truly be themselves ) . courtney could lie to allie as much as she wanted , could stretch the truth and gaslight the girl into having faith in the quinn sisters once more , but none of it would change who they were , what they had done .
❝ joe … he’s a very angry person … violent . love always wanted the perfect family , always wanted everyone to be happy . ❞ it would be so easy to tell the truth , so easy to watch the paranoia and fear settle in on allie’s tear-stained visage ------ it would also be extremely satisfying for courtney , would finally eliminate all obstacles standing between her and the sister she’d so desperately fought for . still , she takes a deep breath before continuing on with her words , expression turns sour as eyes hide behind long brunette bangs . ❝ so she’s been covering up the bruises and saving face … for henry , for her happy little family . but then she found out the truth a few days ago ... ❞ she lets the suspense linger in the air , relishes in the way that her plot is perfectly tying together , leaving courtney and love with a happy little family , and joe with absolutely nothing ------ how it was always meant to be . ❝ joe isn’t who he claims to be . and it’s what got forty killed back in la . ❞
𝑱𝑰𝑨𝒁𝑯𝑼𝑨 :·
❝ oh, the humanity. ❞ sarcasm falls thick off the tip of her tongue as her sights land on white tufts, the combination with tanned skin always so jarring to her. perhaps that was why she opted to keep her paler - than - white skin and hair, could chalk it up to a style choice — his words, not hers. the stench of astringent fills her nostrils, face scrunching the slightest as she sniffs, back of her hand attempting to block the gust that went her way. ❝ just checking in on my guinea pig. ❞ with what liv knew about the initial batch, the mice had died two days after — this was version two, and given that he hadn’t croaked, she could only assume he was still on borrowed time. though she couldn’t hide the … what was it, was she proud of him ? — in how quickly he managed to keep himself afloat. a cockroach. ❝ no more cravings for the wrinkly stuff ? ❞ brow rises as she squints at him, arms folding over her chest.
tracking him down wasn’t as difficult as she’d assumed, especially since she’d put the effort in making notes of his whereabouts since their last encounter at the meat cute. there’s a rage that festers within with the blow - back landing her brother in the hospital but she bites down on her tongue, opting for an annoyed huff of air leaving her lips and eyes rolling. ❝ where do you get your lines ? handbook for how to be the world’s cringiest villain ? ❞ nimble digits fiddle with the zipper of her jacket before shoving themselves in pockets, ❝ you can contact the board about my ethical practices and i’ll go to the police. or the fbi ? i think it would be the fbi in this case with the nature of your crimes. ❞ there’s a crease in her forehead as she speaks, a symptom of being in his presence she’d gathered. ❝ don’t be petty. ❞
𝑳𝑶𝑷𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑫 𝑮𝑹𝑰𝑵 𝑹𝑬𝑴𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺 𝑭𝑰𝑿𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑶𝑵 𝑰𝑽𝑶𝑹𝒀 𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬𝑺 . // figure leans forward as body pulls seat closer to the worn mahogany of a thrifted desk , life anything but luxurious as he attempts to hide his recent humanity from his clientele , and it was all olivia moore’s doing . fingers drum a quiet beat against the wood , ocean eyes remain fixated on the woman before shoulders shrug slightly . ❝ i must admit , i like our little interactions . they really keep me on my toes . where would i be without your self-righteous attitude and endless judgment ? i’m sure you feel the same way … after all , what’s a hero without their villain ? ❞ tone mimics her sarcasm as eyes narrow , finger points in her general direction before attention is maneuvered to the stack of files on his desk , hands slowly rifle through the endless pages before heavy sigh escapes his lips . ❝ oh , you assume that i have all the time in the world to read nonsense , miss moore . i’m not like you . ❞ nose scrunches momentarily before eyes roll and figure leans backwards once more .
❝ not sure if you heard , but the brain business is booming . seattle’s zombies are hungry , and i’m the one that keeps them fed . you really screwed the pooch on this one … ❞ bitter smile spreads across hardened expression , gaze remains unwavering as he gestures to the open seat on the other side of his desk . he and olivia had their fair share of history , most of it involving manipulation and lies ------ blaine hadn’t changed at all after becoming human again , desires for power only becoming more volatile . ❝ petty is my middle name . besides , you’ve got no proof of my involvement with crime . all of that burned down with meat cute . and i can guarantee that i’ve been far more careful this time around . ❞
𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑪𝑲𝑺 :·
YOU TORTURE YOURSELF TOO MUCH , BOY. nameless being , unknown by all around him , a stranger with nothing to call his own. no family , no friends , no past. a future the only thing left on the cards , the only thing not cruelly RIPPED from his desperate hands. another day , another coffee , another awkward encounter. trying to play the stranger , the part assigned to him by fate , to act as though nothing had happened. BUT SHE WASN’T A STRANGER , NOT TO HIM. clouds parting above gloom - laden psyche , a hint at recognition , at going back to how things were. brows lifting , lips parting , lost for words at the WORST POSSIBLE MOMENT. ❝ yeah ? uh … what kinda moments ? ❞
@lastinglove … THERE ARE MOMENTS WHEN I THINK I’M GOING CRAZY ( PETER & MJ ).
𝑹𝑨𝑮 𝑺𝑾𝑰𝑷𝑬𝑺 𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑻𝑶𝑷 𝑰𝑵 𝑪𝑰𝑹𝑪𝑼𝑳𝑨𝑹 𝑴𝑶𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺 . // the movement is routine to her after weeks working in the small diner , almost as routine as the customers that stumble in through their stained doors throughout the day ( always the same six people each day , but a new face has recently added itself to the mix ) . despite the familiarity of the task , gaze remains fixated on the crumbs swept off smooth porcelain surface , cool glass of her dalia necklace leaves goosebumps in its wake , even through the wool of her sweater and thick cotton of her apron . ❝ whenever you come around … i’m not sure what it is , but i feel some sense of deja vu … we haven’t met before , have we ? ❞
towel finds itself tucked into the pocket of her apron as brows lift , eyes narrow as she studies @lovestrcks’s expression closely before shoulders shrug . ❝ maybe i’m mistaken . i feel like i would’ve remembered someone like you . i’ve been told really good with faces . ❞
𝑩𝑨𝑻𝑭𝑨𝑳𝑳 :
SHE asks a question that is BORNE out of her INEXPERIENCE , in later years perhaps she won’t let ON to EMOTIONAL attachments. ‘ couple nights … started when i met with the PENGUIN , saw how you LOOKED at the photograph ’ VOICE drops off as A QUESTION SITS UPON TONGUE. ‘ you uh- you have a hand in drops ? ’ IT doesn’t disgust him, IN FACT ? he knows that tying WHOEVER is behind the sell of ILLEGAL drugs is at THE ROOT of gotham’s issues. ‘ what sort of STAKE do you have in it? ’ he has YET to visit the BACKROOM, the place where some REAL seedy shit took place.
PENGUIN’S smart, doesn’t ALLOW his girls to become too involved, in truth ? EVERYONE knows not to lay a hand on them, gets MESSY real quick if you DO. ‘ how do you stand the noise? ’ A GENUINE question , for THE BAT ten minutes ALONE in club was MORE than enough. then again, he MAKES sure his time is USUALLY spent alone, that is when his own FLESH and BLOOD isn’t offering his TWO CENTS. insight that proves to be INVALUABLE to the bat , after all WHO WOULD EXPECT THAT JOKER AND THE BAT were working side by side. it’s a nice little angle, and one that THE BAT keeps CLOSE to chest. he then continues, ‘ why do you work there? , can’t just be that you LIKE it … ’ THEN goes to CHANGE the subject, he’s GOOD at that. ‘ what was she doing with MITCHELL and what did she KNOW ? ’ VOICE soft as he asks next question, ‘ she ever let you in on that? ’ he UNDERSTANDS that the cat, SELINA has a DEEP fondness for annika. RESPECTS it even, in a world as CRUEL as gotham LOVE was hard to come by.
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑨𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑬 𝑰𝑺 𝑨 𝑺𝑰𝑮𝑵 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑰𝑹 𝑪𝑳𝑨𝑺𝑺 𝑫𝑰𝑭𝑭𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 . // most people in gotham sat underneath falcone’s heavy thumb , forced to lose parts of their soul as they accept the bribes and corruption : everyone lost something different when hit with the reality of life in a failing city , selina had sacrificed her dignity and pride , but others had lost much more . brow arches as head tilts to the side , mask is readjusted on slender features before synthetic claws tap against her forearm , gaze remains steady on @batfall· before she speaks . ❝ almost everyone in this damn city has a hand in drops . if you don’t , you’re either rich or a damn fool . it’s nearly impossible for regular people to make a living in this hellscape , and the renewal project hasn’t worked since it launched . ❞ she has her own judgments of the batman , of his self-righteous actions that had targeted the lower class instead of the broken systems that force people into a life of crime ( but tackling that hierarchy is far too much for one man , even the man that everyone viewed as gotham’s avenger ) .
❝ the club ain’t so bad when you got earplugs in . it’s the only place in the city where people like me are immune to people like them . ❞ she has her own motivations to work at the iceberg , an attempt at her own form of vengeance against the man that had owed her everything , but intentions remain unspoken as she collects her supplies from the room , organizes her tools in the duffel before it finds its way over her shoulder . ❝ she doesn’t know shit . and neither do i . but it’s my job to protect her , to get her the hell out of gotham . ❞ a lie just as good as any other , selina can’t find it in herself to trust anyone , not even the one man who might actually be able to help .
𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑬𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑻𝒁 :
harry wished they had been allowed easier lives… he thinks about where they would be by now if the war had swept past them easily enough, digging beneath the gentle pitter - patter of their feet [ maybe they would be curled up in the gryffindor common room, fretting over some test, studying for some exam, swapping stories with laughing mouths carved into open shapes: he thinks about what hermione would be allowed if she hadn’t been thoughtful enough to sit with him on the train ]. and his most selfish thoughts come unbidden to the tip of his tongue, an angry rub of red against his skin… he’s thankful that hermione is here. he thinks of their dual - lives, the possibilities that had once belonged to them, and he’s thankful she’s here. so many chances to leave and none of them taken: they had fallen back together as if they had sewn their bones together, each ragged white - breath stolen from their bodies [ maybe she would have been happier if she had never met him, but he likes to think she would be lonelier – that they’d both somehow realise they were missing an integral part of each other, the warm cut - out of their skin peeled back to reveal loose emptiness ]. he had started to believe in fate a lot more lately, the inevitability of their situation dawning on them… he wears a golden thread around his finger that he knows links right to hers. THERE IS NO SAYING GOODBYE FOR THEM. ‘ what do you want, then? what does hermione granger’s life look like in the future? i bet you have it all planned out on dreamboards and stuff. you’ve always had bigger ideas than the rest of us. ’ it might be tasteless to talk about a future they were both unsure if they’d really have, but he can’t help the way hope catches in his throat.
she stares off into some unknown distance and he doesn’t know how to pull her back… his hand settles on her back, rubbing soothing circles across her shoulder blades. thereis a limit to the happiness that can exist in places like this – any whimsy, any joy, was crushed out in the agony of the tent, four cloth walls sitting harshly around the lining of their lungs [ tomorrow, they’ll be in another place with the same barren landscape, laying spell after spell of draining magic upon their hide out until they could barely breathe… just to move again when morning struck ]. the trenches were a small business, narrowing itself down to just the two of them. has has forgotten about the scar - stained world that lives outside, the people that might be fighting for them. THE PEOPLE THAT MIGHT BE DEAD WITHOUT THEM EVEN KNOWING UNTIL IT WAS FAR TOO LATE.
how funny that they’re talking about cho… that hogwarts is something that even still exists in their thoughts [ it should be a vague memory coloured in oranges and blues, a magic that could never be theirs again ]. ‘ barely longer. and most of it wasn’t really a relationship, we were both just… mourning together, i think. sometimes it felt as if she was just mourning at me, waiting for me to – comfort her or take care of her. but i don’t really have any idea how to do any of those things. ’ he doesn’t think he’s ever talked for so long about cho before. EVEN WHEN HE WAS SURE HE HAD A CRUSH ON HER, HE KEPT IT HIDDEN AWAY IN HIS CHEST. maybe people had been able to see it on him like a warm flush, but he hadn’t ever told anyone. embarrassment had been his prime emotion when it came to romance, after all. ‘ i wish more people had, too, ’ he admits, lying his cheek against the top of her head. his eyes flutter closed, his breath warm and soft in his mouth. ‘ but i’m happy that it’s us. i don’t think anyone else could handle what we can. ’
𝑻𝑾𝑶 𝑺𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑺 𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑻𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑬𝑫 . // brought together by nostalgic memories of a life in a different universe , but their stories seem to always end in bloodshed and anguish . thread between them only growing tighter as each moment passes , bond growing stronger as they face endless obstacles as a pair ( the kind of obstacles that tore their friends apart , that had left only the two of them standing as the war raged on around them : she had sacrificed everything to be here with him now , had lost everything in order to fight for what she believed in , but ron had walked away as if it was nothing , as if it was easy to leave what they had behind ) . it’s only so long before their dynamic is threatened too , before the barriers threaten to tear them apart ( but she knows that there’s no separating the two of them now , no matter how many dirty secrets are whispered in her ear by the ophidian tongue of a fragmented soul , no matter how many people they lose in the process of fighting another man’s war ) . there’s comfort in the sacred warmth of their sheltered tent , shared naive sentiments of a better future kept like an oath as fingers twist the golden chord of a final salvation . despite the heat that spreads across flushed cheeks , she leans further into the familiar grooves of his hand against bare flesh , eyes flutter shut as head gently rests against his shoulder ------ the act in itself requires her body to contour in an unnatural way , but screams of sore muscles remain ignored in favour of relaxing into the touch . ❝ i always wanted to make a change . before hogwarts , i wanted to be the first black woman prime minister . now that i know what else is out there , it all seems so ridiculous … ❞ heavy sigh as body sinks further into the foreign relaxation , the first time she’d taken a deep breath since they’d left the wedding , since she’d learned that they wouldn’t be returning to hogwarts for their final year .
❝ maybe if the war ends in our favour , i’ll work to dismantle the ministry as it is . try to get rid of all the corrupt wizards that work there , fight for a new system and become the minister . ❞ another shrug as body adjusts to her own comfort , eyes remain closed to keep the anxiety from spreading in the pool of her gut . there was little guarantee that they would leave this tent alive , that they would ever find their way back home to end voldemort’s reign , that their sacrifice would mean anything … ❝ what about you ? did you have any plans for after hogwarts ? ❞ she feels selfish for even asking the question , feels even more guilty for not having asked sooner ------ harry’s entire life had been consumed by this war before he was even aware it existed , forced to adapt to endless attempts at his life from a young age , the kind of fate that no child should have to endure . he deserved a quiet future more than any of them , deserved to finally find peace after it was all over . ❝ nobody can tell you have to manage loss . i’m glad that you and cho were able to find each other , but it sounds like you just grieve differently . ❞ harry had to deal with far too much pain loss for his short lifetime , had witnessed so much death simply because of the curse of a lunatic with a wand . heavy sigh breaks past her lips as eyes open to survey the place they’d begun to consider a temporary home , slow smile spreads as she thinks about all the obstacles they’d overcome together . ❝ i couldn’t imagine being stuck in this tent with anyone else . ❞
gonna rework my muse list for a little bit before i return! i know i will be adding a few muses, but if you have any suggestions for who i should add, feel free to lmk!
for now, i will be adding : bruce wayne (the batman, previously @orphaens), selina kyle (the batman, previously @orphaens), klaus hargreeves (tua)
i’m also thinking of adding a few muses from shadow & bone, but i’m still unsure who!
beware she’s scheming, she’ll make you think you’re dreaming you’ll fall in love and you’ll be screaming , dreaming 𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖘𝖔𝖓 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖑𝖞 𝖒𝖔𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖎𝖙 𝖘𝖑𝖔𝖜
influenced by chaos ( 21, they / she ) pamela isley , set in ‘ the batman ’ universe ©
𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻 : 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 ?
name : keeks / chaos ( whichever y’all prefer tbh ) star sign : libra height : 5′6″ middle name : mia ( after my grandmother ) put your spotify on shuffle , what are the first 6 songs : ‘fair-weather friend’ by bruno major , ‘spaceship’ by kesha , ‘the first thing you see’ by bruno major , ‘paranoid’ by weezer , ‘ready or not’ by the fugees , ‘shampoo bottles’ by peach pit ever had a song / poem written about you ? : yes ! my boyfriend wrote a song about me , and my roommate freshman year of college wrote a poem about me when was the last time you played air guitar ? : last week i think ? celebrity crush : zendaya <3 ( and lowkey kstew but we ignore that ) a sound you hate and a sound you love ? : i hate the sound of metal on metal & metal on ceramics , i love the sound of harmonizations in music do you believe in ghosts ? : i’m stitious ... not SUPERstitious , but a lil stitious how about aliens ? : aliens definitely exist do you drive ? : i have my license , but i don’t actively drive if so , have you ever crashed ? : no what was the last book you read ? : i’m currently reading ‘the last wish’ by andrzej sapkowski , but the last book i read was ‘ruin & rising’ by leigh bardugo do you like the smell of gasoline ? : no what was the last movie you saw ? : i watched lemonade mouth last night oop what’s the worst injury you’ve ever had ? : i had tendonitis in my hips in high school and i hyperextended my forearm last year do you have any obsessions right now ? : i always have obsessions / fixations omg but right now i’ve been doing deep dives into cat behaviors and mannerisms do you tend to hold grudges ? : absolutely omg in a relationship ? : yes ! i’ve been with my boyfriend for over 3 years <3
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hi besties, i got a busy / emotional month ahead of me as finals come and all my assignments are due... for that reason, i will be posting this blog on a hiatus until further notice. i will only be posting here once a week, if possible, but most of my attention will be saved for my ivy blog.
𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑬𝑩𝑶𝑳𝑻𝒁 :
there are still things they save only for each other, little moments that seem to belong to no one else in the world… when she smiles at him in that way, he knows that few other people have ever gotten to see such a look [ and he has his own smiles, his own looks, his own glances – things that belong just to hermione ]. the history between them grants them these subtle moments: the tapestry of their youth, woven by their chapped hands and inexperienced fingers, guided them towards each other. he would know her by heart alone. in the darkness, blinded by someone else’s touch, he would be able to find hermione. they have shared every ugly moment together, tent - formed days sat in an agony that could only be caused by a hocrux, their hatred growing in places where softness had been. and look how well they survived. like weeds that would not die, they refused to be uprooted from each other… he wonders now if she’s thinking about the ministry [ the hounds that had been either too incompetent to help them or actively detrimental to their fight ]. if there’s anyone he trusts to lead, it’s hermione. and yet he still winces whenever he hears the word minister. childhood wounds had always cut the deepest and there had never been anyone to spare them – every protection afforded to them had been an act of trickery, some crueler than the others, some more deeply wounding than the rest. ‘ i’m glad it’s you, ’ he blurts out, which has nothing to do with the conversation and everything to do with his train of thought. ‘ i mean, i understand that i voted for you and all that, so it isn’t really a surprise that you got this position, but i’m glad it’s you, hermione. i think you’re brilliant. ’
a crumpled piece of paper hits him square in the forehead… he can’t help the grin that spreads across his lips as he picks it up, throwing it from one palm to the next with an easy grace [ a childhood of athleticism has not yet left him: he’s honestly just amazed that hermione managed to land a hit at all ]. he’s rather thankful that the topic of ron was dropped between them like a hot pole that neither wanted to hang on to for too long – he loved ron. the two boys were like family, attached at the hip, constant letters written between the two of them now the distance stretched too far for regular visits. BUT THERE WAS SO MUCH HISTORY BETWEEN THE THREE OF THEM… every conversation about ron felt strangely charged. ‘ are you attacking me now, hermione? a foolish move to make considering my aim is much better than yours. ’ he’s grinning as he speaks, still tossing the paper from one hand to the other. ‘ wait, you talked about kissing me with cho!? did she actually say that!? ’
he’s still trying to process the idea that hermione and cho talked about those things, and that cho said he was a sloppy kisser, while hermione is already moving on… it’s easier for girls. they’re just naturally good at that sort of thing, all soft and warm and nice - smelling. besides, he had absolutely improved in his kissing skills the past few years [ or, at least, he bloody hopes so ]. ‘ i wouldn’t say prettier. i’ve gotten some pretty good cheekbones in my old age. ’ he flashes a small smile at her and doesn’t disagree much more than that – he’s always thought that hermione was pretty. alright, maybe not always, but for a good few years now. ‘ oh, wrinkles. merlin forbid. i found a grey hair last night. ’
𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬'𝑺 𝑨 𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑷𝑨𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑾 𝑻𝑶 𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑶𝑭𝑭𝑰𝑪𝑬 . // the rain grows into a steady downpour , and maybe hermione should take it as a sign that she shouldn’t continue to dredge up the past : repressed memories remain hidden in the corners of her mind for a reason , and she was poking at the bear with a stick , hoping that the rose-tinted memories from their early years would cloak the endless heartache ( would hide the nights spent alone in the common room as the loneliness swallowed her whole , the endless tears as she watched the man that she loved fall in love with someone else , the stinging in her arm as she was tortured by a madwoman with no chance of rescue , the neverending pain in her chest as she was forgotten by the only family she’d ever had ) . frayed edges of a tainted soul blow in the wind , she can do nothing but try to stitch herself back together , to put on a brave face for the masses that believed in her , for the young witches out there who were just like her ------ lost in their own sorrow , alone in a world that wished they didn’t exist .
smile falters momentarily as he mentions her position , though comment remains ignored as eyes roll in their sockets , quiet snort escapes her lips as fork spins in the tiny tupperware container . ❝ girls talked about all kinds of stuff in the common rooms , but i never said that cho was the one to confirm it , i just said that i pitied her . ❞ grin finds its way back to her expression with ease , almost like it had never left in the first place , dramatic heavy sigh escapes her lips as eyes follow the paper in his hands . ❝ you couldn’t attack me if you wanted to , old man . ❞ the playfulness between them is easy , he had always been the one to bring out the youthfulness within her , her greatest confidante and her best friend . it had always been so easy between them , even during their first weeks at hogwarts , when she was just a know-it-all that harry couldn’t shake , a thorn in a legend’s side ( harry had been her first crush , even in those first few hours on the train , before she knew who he was , before she understood the gravity behind the name that he carried , but she had taken his rejection with stride ------ the closest to a rejection that she could get without confessing her own feelings , she wondered if he had ever known how she’d felt over the years , before her gaze had turned to ron ) .
she had become a beacon of hope to many , a sign that the ministry is changing with the times , that voldemort’s hold on the wizarding world had become nothing more than a distant memory : no thanks to the sacrifices of mere children , the countless efforts of ruined innocence . comment can remain ignored no longer , gaze suddenly finds curiosity in the grain of her mahogany desk . ❝ that makes one of us , harry . ❞ feigned resignation finds its way to her tone as abandoned salad is pushed aside , figure slumps backwards into her uncomfortable office chair . facade slips into nothingness , but she’d never been able to hide her true feelings from harry , had never been able to lie to him . ❝ it’s a lot more than i expected ... if i’m being entirely honest , i’m not entirely sure if i can do it all . ❞ it’s the first time her own insecurities are spoken aloud , the first time she’d shared the weight on her shoulders , the burden twisting and scratching at her heart . if anyone would be able to give her the right advice , it would be harry : the boy who lived , the man who had survived it all and still managed to find happiness for himself , the man who had sacrificed everything to save the world .
hi y’all, sorry for my general lack of activity / presence these past few days… i adopted a cat, and he’s – along with my allergies, but i digress – been taking up a lot of my time and energy . i hope to be more active next week, but i’m still getting used to being a cat owner and juggling his needs with my work / life balance ( he’s a very clingy boy, to say the least ) .
anyways… here’s a few pictures of my little baby charlie to make up for my absence <3
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