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in the gardens, she is greeted by the aroma of the roses that lay between the neat beds of crimson bloom. to walk, there was to be bathed in a rosy fragrance as finger tips ran through the field of flowers, barely touching the petals as she passed. she picks up her pace, running through the beds with small shoes over the petaled ground; confetti that is thrown for two old friends, with no pain, no war, and pleasant company. ❝ vasya, come! ❞ naboo had always been this way: to beautiful to put into words.

❝ i have a picnic waiting for us, ❞ she laughs delicately as her footsteps gradually become less once she arrives at her spot, a neat blanket laid out for two adorned with a woven basket full of freshly picked fruit and sandwiches. she sits down, legs crossed, and she opens the hamper with an eagerness that is often only ever seen in children. ❝ it’s not every day that i get to do this, so i intend on making the most of it. now ——- sit! ❞

she hears her brother’s voice in her head, reminding her to slow down, to behave. but racing through fields of flowers is to vasya, a girl caught between the freedom of girlhood and the responsibilities of adulthood, much more enticing than conforming to her family’s expectations of what a woman ought to look like. and so she chases padme, the scent of roses and fresh air washing over her as her pace picks up, and joy warms her face. ❝ i'll catch you! ❞

if it were up to her, they would have kept running. beyond the horizon and on, until they found great adventures, or rather until the great adventures found them. but she is a simple girl still, easily enticed by the offer of something tasty to chew on and more importantly, padme is a friend, and if she wishes to stop here & leave the adventure to another day, so does vasya. her long strides slow down, and upon arrival at the perfectly placed picnic blanket a wide smile pulls the corners of her mouth upward. ❝ ohh, my brothers would be so jealous to know i’d be having a meal like this today. and with you, no less! ❞

#amidla #• 𝚅𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙰 : i am a witch. i am beyond prophecy.#why are they already my favourites

fitz-skimmons

Martha Kane in every episode of Pennyworth | The Heavy Crown ↳ I’m a lieutenant in the League army. Mostly it’s just manning the siege barricades, and the occasion recon mission. Fact finding kinda stuff.

#• 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙷𝙰 : an idealistic adventuress.#countenance –– re: martha.#i want her to **** me

@amidla sent: [ evermore ]

𝙸 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙰 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙾 𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚄𝙻𝙸𝙰𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳𝙽'𝚃 𝙱𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴.

STILLNESS HAS SETTLED OVER THE HOUSE BY THE LAKE’S SHORE, and its inhabitants, who to some is an odd collection of creatures, but to vasya a makeshift family of her own ─ a witch, a horse, a mushroom and a house spirit, have scattered to embrace the last rays of sun the day has to offer before it settles behind the trees on the horizon.

she feels padme before she sees her, the presence of an old friend welcomed but with a heavy heart. the tormenting knowledge of why she is able to visit the house at the lake’s edge planted firmly within vasya’s head ─ she has passed. but death is not an friend to vasya, IT IS A LOVER, a man with the freeing touch of ice after a blazing summer. padme’s presence is a breeze, a touch of chill but not enough to raise goosebumps on her bare arms.

❝ i wish i could say i’m happy to see you. ❞ green eyes shift and her friend comes into focus, the edges of her figure blurred with the woods surrounding them, and if vasya really tries, she would be able to make out the door to her home and the house spirit in the window, watching the reunion with curiosity, through padme’s translucent self. she pats her hand on the grass next to her, kicks her feet around in the lake & allows a smile to curl her lips upward. ❝ but if there was ever a friend i’d want to be able to visit me after, i’m glad it is you. ❞

#amidla #• 𝚅𝙰𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙸𝚂𝙰 : i am a witch. i am beyond prophecy.#answered –– re: vasilisa.#i've had padme and vasya for one minute and i'd kill everyone in this room for them

persephonememes

* ( EVERMORE ALBUM BY TAYLOR SWIFT / SENTENCE PROMPTS.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

willow

❛ The more that you say the less I know ❜

❛ Wherever you stray I will follow ❜

❛ I’m begging for you to take my hand ❜

❛ I come back stronger than a 90’s trend ❜

❛ Wait for the signal and I’ll meet you after dark ❜

❛ Show me the places where the others gave you scars ❜

❛ I should’ve known from the look on your face ❜

❛ Every bait and switch was a work of art ❜

❛ That’s my man ❜

champagne problems

❛ Your heart was glass, and I dropped it ❜

❛ I dropped your hand while dancing left you out there standing ❜

❛ Now no one’s celebrating ❜

❛ I can’t give you a reason ❜

❛ This dorm was once a madhouse ❜

❛ I never was ready, so I watch you go ❜

❛ Sometimes you just don’t know the answer till someone’s on their knees and asks you. ❜

❛ She would’ve made such a lovely bride, what a shame she’s stuck in her head. ❜

❛ You won’t remember all my champagne problems ❜

gold rush

❛ I don’t like a gold rush ❜

❛ I don’t like anticipating my face in a red flush ❜

❛ I don’t like that anyone would die to feel your touch ❜

❛ Everybody wants you ❜

❛ Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you ❜

❛ I don’t like slow motion double vision in rose blush ❜

❛ I don’t like that falling feels like flying till the bone crush ❜

❛ What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? ❜

❛ The coastal town we wandered round had never seen a love as pure as it ❜

❛ You know it could never be ❜

❛ My mind turns your life into folklore ❜

❛ I can’t dare to dream about you anymore ❜

❛ At dinner parties I won’t call you out on your contrarian wit ❜

‘tis the damn season

❛ If I wanted to know who you were hanging with while I was gone, I would’ve asked you. ❜

❛ So we could call it even ❜

❛ You could call me “babe” for the weekend ❜

❛ The road not taken looks real good now ❜

❛ The holidays linger like bad perfume ❜

❛ You can run but only so far ❜

❛ I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave ❜

❛ But if it’s okay with you, it’s okay with me ❜

❛ I’m missing your smile ❜

❛ We could just ride around ❜

❛ Sleep in half the day, just for old times’ sake ❜

❛ I won’t ask you to wait, if you don’t ask me to stay ❜

❛ The heart I know I’m breaking is my own ❜

❛ It always leads to you and my hometown ❜

❛ You could call me “babe” for the weekend 'tis the damn season ❜

tolerate it

❛ I notice everything you do or don’t do ❜

❛ If it’s all in my head tell me now ❜

❛ Tell me I’ve got it wrong somehow ❜

❛ I know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it ❜

❛ I take your indiscretions all in good fun ❜

❛ I polish plates until they gleam and glisten ❜

❛ While you were out building other worlds, where was I? ❜

❛ Now I’m begging for footnotes in the story of your life ❜

❛ I’m always taking up too much space or time ❜

❛ You assume I’m fine ❜

no body, no crime

❛ We meet up every Tuesday night for dinner and a glass of wine ❜

❛ It smells like infidelity ❜

❛ No, there ain’t no doubt ❜

❛ I think I’m gonna call him out ❜

❛ I think he did it but I just can’t prove it ❜

❛ No body, no crime ❜

❛ I ain’t letting up until the day I die ❜

❛ I’ve cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene ❜

❛ They think I did it but they just can’t prove it ❜

❛ I wasn’t letting up until the day he died ❜

happiness

❛ I see this for what it is ❜

❛ I was dancing when the music stopped ❜

❛ In the disbelief I can’t face reinvention ❜

❛ I haven’t met the new me yet ❜

❛ There’ll be happiness after you ❜

❛ I would’ve loved you for a lifetime ❜

❛ When did your winning smile begin to look like a smirk? ❜

❛ When did all our lessons start to look like weapons pointed at my deepest hurt? ❜

❛ I can’t see facts through all of my fury ❜

❛ You haven’t met the new me yet ❜

❛ There’ll be happiness after me ❜

❛ There is happiness in our history ❜

❛ I can’t make it go away by making you a villain ❜

❛ I pulled your body into mine every goddamn night now I get fake niceties ❜

❛ No one teaches you what to do when a good man hurts you, and you know you hurt him too ❜

dorothea

❛ Do you ever stop and think about me? ❜

❛ I got nothing but well wishes for ya ❜

❛ This place is the same as it ever was ❜

❛ It’s never too late to come back to my side ❜

❛ Are you still the same soul? ❜

❛ Are you still the same soul? I met under the bleachers ❜

❛ They all wanna be ya ❜

coney island

❛ If I can’t relate to you anymore then who am I related to? ❜

❛ Did I close my fist around something delicate? ❜

❛ Did I shatter you? ❜

❛ Sorry for not making you my centerfold ❜

❛ Lost again with no surprises ❜

❛ It gets colder and colder when the sun goes down ❜

❛ What’s a lifetime of achievement? ❜

❛ I pushed you to the edge but you were too polite to leave me ❜

❛ Do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there? ❜

❛ Will you forgive my soul? ❜

❛ Will you forgive my soul when you’re too wise to trust me and too old to care? ❜

❛ Sorry for not winning you an arcade ring ❜

❛ Close your eyes ❜

❛ Did I leave you hanging every single day? ❜

❛ Did I paint your bluest skies the darkest gray? ❜

❛ When I got into the accident the sight that flashed before me was your face ❜

❛ The sight that flashed before me was your face when the sun goes down ❜

ivy

❛ Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow ❜

❛ My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand ❜

❛ Your opal eyes are all I wish to see ❜

❛ I’d live and die for moments that we stole ❜

❛ It’s a violent blaze in the dark and you started it ❜

❛ It’s the fiercest fight of my life and you started it ❜

❛ You started it ❜

cowboy like me

❛ Dancing is a dangerous game ❜

❛ I’m never gonna love again ❜

❛ I’ve got some tricks up my sleeve ❜

❛ Takes one to know one ❜

❛ Never wanted love, just a fancy car ❜

❛ I could be the way forward ❜

❛ You’re a bandit like me ❜

❛ Never thought I’d meet you here ❜

❛ It could be love ❜

❛ You’re a cowboy like me ❜

❛ I know I’ll pay for it ❜

❛ Forever is the sweetest con ❜

long story short

❛ I tried to pick my battles til the battle picked me ❜

❛ I fell from the pedestal ❜

❛ Long story short, it was a bad time ❜

❛ Long story short, it was the wrong guy ❜

❛ Now I’m all about you ❜

❛ I’m all about you ❜

❛ I always felt I must look better in the rear view ❜

❛ When I dropped my sword, I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door ❜

❛ But if someone comes at us, this time I’m ready ❜

❛ No more keeping score ❜

❛ I just know there’s more ❜

❛ I wanna tell you not to get lost in these petty things ❜

❛ He feels like home ❜

❛ Long story short, I survived ❜

marjorie

❛ Never be so kind, you forget to be clever ❜

❛ Never be so clever, you forget to be kind ❜

❛ What died didn’t stay dead ❜

❛ Never be so polite, you forget your power ❜

❛ Never wield such power, you forget to be polite ❜

❛ The autumn chill that wakes me up ❜

closure

❛ It’s been a long time ❜

❛ Seeing the shape of your name still spells out pain ❜

❛ It wasn’t right the way it all went down ❜

❛ Yes, I got your letter ❜

❛ Yes, I’m doing better ❜

❛ It cut deep to know ya, right to the bone ❜

❛ I know that it’s over ❜

❛ I don’t need your “closure” ❜

❛ Don’t treat me like some situation that needs to be handled ❜

❛ I’m fine with my spite ❜

❛ I know I’m just a wrinkle in your new life ❜

❛ You’re reaching out across the sea that you put between you and me ❜ but it’s fake and it’s so unnecessary ❜

evermore

❛ I’ve been down since July ❜

❛ I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone trying to find the one where I went wrong. ❜

❛ I was catching my breath, staring out an open window ❜

❛ I had a feeling so peculiar that this pain would be for evermore ❜

❛ I can’t remember what I used to fight for ❜

❛ Can’t think of all the cost and all the things that will be lost now ❜

❛ When I was shipwrecked I thought of you ❜

❛ In the cracks of light I dreamed of you ❜

❛ In the cracks of light I dreamed of you and it was real enough to get me through ❜

❛ I had a feeling so peculiar that this pain wouldn’t be for evermore ❜

#tbt.#currently at work but when i get home ......

not to be like this on main but ivy is lowkey a vasya and morozko song

#ooc.#‘ my pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand ’#‘ i'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones / in a faith forgotten land / in from the snow /#your touch brought forth an incandescent glow / tarnished but so grand ’#‘ i can't / stop you putting roots in my dreamland / my house of stone your ivy grows / and now i'm covered in you ’#I SAID WHAT I SAID.

[ 𝙿𝚁𝙰𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙴. ]

the space she has grown up in has never been a home to her , the people that she has grown up around have never been family to her either - and ever since she could comprehend a coherent thought she wanted to break out , break away . with every passing year the taste of this freedom ( this hope ) has gotten closer , the binds around herself have gotten tighter , until you were so far away from yourself that you put the binds around yourself . so far away from her family , so far gone , she has become a mirage of herself , a trapeze act of faking the person she knew everyone wanted her to be and trying to hold on to whatever she thought was inside of her . it has taken meeting the bottom of the deepest and darkest well , the coldest and loneliest point of rock bottom , for her to see a light - for her to really break away . now , being around her family only numbed her instead of leaving more scars . now , she could look at connell and feel warmth there instead of tainted shadows , broken pieces . “ i - i honestly don’t know , ” she replies slowly , thinking back to standing in the middle of the swedish snowscape and looking for answers , suddenly finding them , finding a grasp on them . “ i was hoping for , for myself . in a way . hoping that i’d come back here , hoping that i’d make it , hoping that time would pass . i just realized that this hope - it needed to be bigger than myself , you know? ” she pauses then , looking away from him , looking at the back of her hand grazing his larger one . “ it needed to drown out any other feeling i had . i - you know , i wanted to see you . ”

❝ YOU WANTED TO SEE ME? ❞ SOMEWHERE ALONG THE LINE, in the middle of sand and waves, thoughts of nothingness and the existential alike, their hands have found each other ─ gone from two separate entities to one connected, limbs wrapped up in the other’s comforting embrace.

this is how it often happens with connell and marianne ; a subconcious need to be held by the other sets in within one mind, and the other responds without thought. connell used to think it was like this with everyone, that seemingly reading another’s mind was normal, and that the only reason he’d never experienced it before marianne was because he’d never allowed it, the terror of being known a hindrance long before he even knew it to be a fear ─ which is why he found it so challenging with helen. but while being with anyone else was hard work, exhausting and often times draining, being with marianne was not easy, but it was right.

his mind shifts from the sound of the waves, instead focusing on the feel of the soft skin of her hand against his and the heat of the sun burning against his closed eyelids.

❝ didn’t think i was much to look at, marianne. ❞ his mouth curls slightly as he forces one eye open to peer over at her again, a silent laugh on his lips. ❝ but i think i understand what you mean. you’re kind of the only reason i come home now, so ... i want to see you too. all the time, actually. ❞

#pragerstrasse #• 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙻𝙻 : like a freezer item that had thawed too quickly on the outside.#v. he knew then that the secret for which he had sacrificed their happiness had been trivial all along.#depression /#suicidal ideation /#bold of u to assume i wasn't hoping u'd continue .......

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