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independent original character based in the now you see me universe.

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ophelié’s long-time memory is shit.

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          “Sometimes, though that was kind of ruined from ever happening thanks to Mabry.” His lips curled in distaste at even mention the slimy bastard. But he put his focus back on the brunet, trying to figure her out a little. The way she kept looking at him made him think too much like he was some kind of organism being examined beneath a microscope. It was an uncomfortable feeling. “Uh, so what do you do? Dylan mentioned that you’re like…an infiltrator of sorts?”

          ‘infiltrator’. the description may not be that inaccurate, but it does make her laugh---what she does suddenly sounds like wartime espionage more than it does faking accents and copying wardrobes just so she can stand where she needs to be.     “  that’s an incredibly polite way to express that i play dumb for a living.  ”     a pause.    “  that’s a lie, i am a stagehand and a magician for a living---playing dumb for the eye is closer to being a HOBBY.  ”     not everyone in the eye gets all their expenses taken care of like the horsemen do.

            to show what she means, she switches accents, beginning of the sentence slightly overdoing it before she gets a hang of it again: new york replaces her natural limoges to honour her conversation partner.     “  i find out what people like. get them close to me. take or leave something. chat until i know what kinda people they are. then the real MAGIC MAN can do the trick.  ”

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“Is it always a seven?” “I could do that trick 52 different ways.”

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the story of lucas and ophelié.

trigger warnings for emotional abuse, attempted murder, domestic violence.

After the violent murder of her sister and the context surrounding it, Ophelié purposefully fell into bad crowds. Pushing herself towards people who did not care for new, unexperienced company did not come without consequences---both those she suffered immediately, and those that took a longer time to manifest. One of the things counted in the latter category was her then-boyfriend Lucas, a violent egoist who saw Oph’s need to be accepted and become someone else and took advantage of it. It was first small: stalking, coercive behaviour, and possessiveness, all of which he would brush off as just how people like him  ( people she so desperately wanted to be like )  are, as what she would have to get used to if she wanted to be taken seriously by anyone. Despite fully aware that what he was doing was wrong, she believed his words, counting down days until she could stand in the group on her own and not just Luc’s girlfriend and she would have the power to separate herself from him.

Oph never loved Lucas---she just needed his company and acceptance to gain respect among his friends. Luc never loved Ophelié, either, but that didn’t stop him from growing incredibly jealous and possessive of her, accusing her of being unfaithful every time she mentioned a male figure of any relationship in her life, or when she went for too long without talking about one. Lucas was a violent man, short but packed a lot of power in his punch, and held power over Ophelié in almost every conceivable way, including their social circle and even age. While he was rough with her, he never hit her, though he made it very clear there was nothing she could do if he ever did: he would often break things or hit other people he could parallel to her in her presense, and demanded access to her computers so if she ever went to the cops, he could get her locked up with a simple memory stick---latter, especially, he disguised in the form of ‘don’t you trust me?’ that left her little options.

After having her every move questioned for too many times, Ophelié realised Lucas’s toxic form of insecurity wasn’t the only culprit to it, and began to wonder if he was projecting onto her, and once the thought that his possessiveness might be heightened because he himself was cheating on her came to her mind, it didn’t take long for her to notice other signs that supported her theory. Once, when he started a drunken argument based on his distrust of her, she, without thinking about her actions, threw her theory on his face as a defence, playing the ‘maybe you’re the one cheating on me’ card with additional evidence to her suspicion.

Luc turned stone-cold, grabbed her by the hair, and pulled a gun under her chin, forcing her on to her knees before taking his distance by standing up straight and aiming the gun between her eyes, demanding she proved that she trusted him right now---that if she tries to run or as much as flinches when he pulls the trigger, it would prove she didn’t trust him to not harm her for real, to not point a loaded gun to her face, and not trusting him would mean he had no use of her. Given that this was the first time he had been so obviously violent towards her, Ophelié was scared to death and had little doubt he would kill her if she failed, and kept reassuring that he could pull the trigger, that she trusted him, that she wouldn’t fear, and after listening to her begging for long enough, Luc pulled the trigger.

The gun jammed, and Ophelié, upon realising she only had luck to stop her very real murder, used Luc’s confusion to push him to fall against the edge of a TV stand and run away, pawning whatever valuables she could grab in the hurry for a one-way ticket to the States.

Despite frequently visiting and staying in France later in life, she hasn’t heard from Luc. She has a memory she isn’t sure isn’t fabricated of seeing blood when she’d turn to look back while running out of the door---she’s had an equal amount of nightmares about being charged with his murder as she has of him finding her with a scar in the back of his head. Surviving this “incident with a boyfriend” woke her up from her numb state that had made her want to get involved with people like Luc in the first place---it made her fearful of death again, which then slowly started to develop into a will to live.

But she swears she will never trust another person, another thing, with her life ever again.

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pamper my muse!   let’s get up close and personal for the sake of making people feel and/or look good. some of these prompts imply sex or gender, but most of them are completely unisex. send me 💆🏻 + number to pamper or help out my muse. you can also add ‘reverse’ at the end for my muse to do it to yours instead!

brush or comb hair.

wash hair.

cut hair.

trim hair.

dye hair.

put on makeup.

fix makeup.

put on face/body paint.

pluck/wax eyebrows.

do eyebrows.

shave facial hair with a plastic razor.

shave facial hair with a straight razor.

give a head massage.

give a piercing.

make and put on a face mask.

carefully clean face and/or hands.

give shoulder massage.

put on jewellery.

take measurements.

help change.

help dress.

give a full-body massage.

tidy or do nails.

feed them something.

draw on skin.

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@eyetrusted continued from here!

it takes lula a moment to realize what ophelie is saying and slowly, a smile spreads across her face. no one’s ever really told her anything like that before, and sure, the feeling that she’s a bit much sometimes is probably just in her head, but still, it’s nice to hear it.  “  thank you, that’s really nice of you to say.”  she speaks softly, something she doesn’t do often, and the smallest hint of a blush is on her cheeks.   “ i think a lot of it is just in my head, though, just me being SILLY… you ever feel like that?”

not a lot anymore, if she is completely honest: a lifetime of learning to not look back upon her actions has left her standing as securely as she thinks she’ll ever be capable. a brief smile passes on her lips, though, in remembrance of her younger years---when she was still a puppet of other people’s perception and not the master of it.     “  yeah, i once did. maybe i ought to more.  ”     she’s well aware that her way of dealing with her teenage insecurities is neither healthy nor works for everyone.     “  then someone taught me there’s not enough days in our lives to spend any of them second-guessing. a CRUEL teacher---but excellent advice.  ”

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eyerevived.

Out of everything he thought that she’d ask about the car explosion that definitely hadn’t been one of them and it showed in the bewildered look he sent her way. After getting over his momentary ‘what the fuck’ phase, Jack just shrugged while slipping his hands in his pockets.

          “I just found someone who had more or less the same facial features as me. They couldn’t pull dental records since, well, I never went to the dentist, and the guy’s hands were too damaged to get any fingerprints off him according to Dylan.”

there’s an intrigue in her body language: a blink, a tilt of her head, the backs of short fingers coming to support her chin, elbow supported by her own thigh. there had, even historically, been very few cases of faked death in the history of the eye, none during her lifetime  ( at least, that she was aware of ) --- of course, she wanted to know the details.     “  that was FORTUNATE.  ”     or, more likely, planned that way, she realises right after finishing her sentence: she doubts the other three would have had the same advantage.

“  did you ever think about what your great  ‘ lazarus ’  show would have been?  ”

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she contains her excitement, masks it neatly with professional curiosity --- for as long as the horseman knows not of ophelié’s style of choice, her personal interest in all things morbid, just toning down her smile should be plenty.     “  the car explosion during your initiation.  ”     the bluntness is accidental, but not worth regretting.     “  who did you have to pretend be you?  there was someone in the vehicle, someone who passed the autopsy --- how did you do it?  ”

@eyerevived     /     starter call.

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As attainable as where the ring of smoke Where the finger be swirling a all on it's own There's no point in trying, in calling you back But taking control of the following act I've been sensing a tension in your delay Hesitation in drawing the velvet drop Here's no way of unravelling the plot Without taking the slide in the rabbit hole with me

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advanced level english vocabulary that makes her occasionally sound like she’s swallowed a dictionary but said with a thick french accent is the true Ophelié Aesthetic

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circle (2015) sentence meme vol ii.   contains 85 starters from the film circle. trigger warnings for death. a lot of it. but there’s some casual ones too. feel free to fit wording or pronouns to fit your muse!

‘ [name] is my boss, but we’re also… ’ ‘ all right, what the hell just happened? ’ ‘ all that… all that for nothing? ’ ‘ are they real? ’ ‘ are you an actress? you’re so familiar. ’ ‘ do you want to save her or not? ’ ‘ don’t fall for his bullshit. ’ ‘ don’t listen to him, he’s just trying to use you. ’ ‘ dumb fucking luck. ’ ‘ he knows we don’t have a choice. ’ ‘ he wants to protect her? let’s put him to the test. ’ ‘ hey, i don’t think anyone cares around here, you know? ’ ‘ how much did you make last year? ’ ‘ i am married, just not to him. ’ ‘ i did what i had to do. ’ ‘ i have a wife. ’ ‘ i promise i will keep you alive. ’ ‘ i say we get rid of them both now, starting with the kid! ’ ‘ i think she can spell. ’ ‘ i want to live, just like you. ’ ‘ i’ll go. ’ ‘ i’ll make you a deal. ’ ‘ i’m a huge fan. ’ ‘ i’m not asking to be saved. ’ ‘ i’m not the one you wanted. ’ ‘ if you choose their side, you’re sentencing your ____ to death. our way will give her a chance to live. ’ ‘ in here, everything gets you killed. ’ ‘ in here, truth gets you killed. ’ ‘ is [name] your stage name then? ’ ‘ it doesn’t make any difference. ’ ‘ it has to end this way. ’ ‘ it’s some sort of experiment, i guess. ’ ‘ kill him first, the rest will cave. ’ ‘ let’s hope it doesn’t come down to you then. ’ ‘ maybe it’s a good thing you’re here. ’ ‘ no one’s special. ’ ‘ nobody said this was going to be easy, but it has to be done. ’ ‘ nobody wants to make enemies here. ’ ‘ now, i know i’m not the only one here who wants to do that. ’ ‘ of course, it would be the guy in the vest sweater to start this class bullshit. ’ ‘ of course. true love conquers all. ’ ‘ people are starting to see things a little more clearly. ’ ‘ rip the band-aid off. ’ ‘ she’s gone. he should be next. ’ ‘ so, you’re a lesbian. ’ ‘ somebody would have to sacrifice themselves to save the other. ’ ‘ that means the tables have turned, bitch. ’ ‘ that’s too much responsibility for a child. ’ ‘ there’s no way you can protect them now. ’ ‘ there’s no winning here, man. ’ ‘ there’s nothing left to talk about. ’ ‘ there’s only one thing we can do, and that’s go out of here with some dignity. ’ ‘ they just killed her to get the majority back in their favour. ’ ‘ this is a woman who has sinned. doesn’t that mean something? ’ ‘ we all got families. ’ ‘ we all lose, okay? and that’s fine. we’ve had plenty of time to accept that. ’ ‘ we just chose the side that said everyone in here is equal. ’ ‘ we’ll go together, okay? ’ ‘ we’re voting for you. ’ ‘ we’ve all sinned. ’ ‘ well, i’m not on trial, so how about you tell us about your life? ’ ‘ well, there you go. we’re assholes. ’ ‘ what exactly are you asking us to do? ’ ‘ what is your [husband/girlfriend/partner/etc]’s name? ’ ‘ what’s the matter, huh? what, i’m not good enough for you? ’ ‘ what, are you gonna run off with him? ’ ‘ what, you think it’s okay to raise a baby girl in that environment? ’ ‘ what? i’m not a porn star. ’ ‘ why are you crying? ’ ‘ why don’t you ask your wife? ’ ‘ why drag it out? ’ ‘ why the sudden interest in me? ’ ‘ you collect your disability checks? ’ ‘ you decided to make it a game when you chose sides. ’ ‘ you don’t have much time. ’ ‘ you of all people should understand that. ’ ‘ you should have never married that asshole. ’ ‘ you want to live? ’ ‘ you’d kill a kid to save your own life. ’ ‘ you’re fucking pathetic, man. ’ ‘ you’re gonna give that girl a chance to have a normal life. ’ ‘ you’re gonna have a bunch of kids of your own? settle down by the beach? is that what you’re going to do, [name]? ’ ‘ you’re out of options, my friend. ’ ‘ you’re outnumbered, man. ’

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sunwilled.

❝   pay   no   mind   to   what   they   say   ———   doesn’t   matter   anyway   !   ❞

&&. @eyetrusted ! ♫ our lips are sealed -the go-go’s

“  that goes against everything i’ve learnt as a person — i don't thing there's anything more important to control than the perception others have of you.  ”

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❝ i need to know why. ❞ (from Abigail Atlas?)

meme     /     one desire sentence starters.

something — disappointment, frustration? — flickers behind doe eyes, leaving in her exhale that sounds out like a sigh. a tilted head, slightly elevated corners of lips, shoulders ever so slightly slumped.     “  you’re the HORSEMAN. i’m just the trojan.  ”     it’s a joke, but less so than it sounds: she’s not jealous of the horsemen for their fame as much as she is for their access to the leaders of the eye outside of just the youngest shrike.

“  you’re asking questions i’m neither qualified nor allowed to answer.  ”