* 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋ᵍʰᵒˢᵗˢ

the   𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗯   and the  𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳   writing   𝙥𝙤𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙮   in the attic.

[foulrests-a]

BLOG ARCHIVED ! you can follow me on the same url, @foulrests, but the blog will have fewer muses and will be more selective when following back, as well as low activity. you can also follow me on tessa gray on @skinclocks.

[foulrests-a]

BLOG ARCHIVED ! you can follow me on the same url, @foulrests, but the blog will have fewer muses and will be more selective when following back, as well as low activity. you can also follow me on tessa gray on @skinclocks.

[foulrests-a]

BLOG ARCHIVED ! you can follow me on the same url, @foulrests, but the blog will have fewer muses and will be more selective when following back, as well as low activity. you can also follow me on tessa gray on @skinclocks.

[foulrests-a]

i think i will move tessa to her own blog since my muse for her surpasses everything else.

[foulrests-a]

i always have this feeling here where i'm like: ok i should let this person know i'm interested in their writing, i hope they know how good they are !!! because i am. every single one of you is so talented, really, and i love this experience we share with perspectives and muses. and i really don't want anyone feeling like i forgot them when i take some while to reply (and yes yes, we all know this is a hobby, that outside life calls and this should be fun above all but i am an anxious jelly bean, what can i say?) but also, i always have this feeling i should do more, be here more, interact ooc more and ic as well even if time consumes me and yeah. i just wanted to say that because roleplaying is truly such a fun thing to do, and this is what i want to do most to have fun 🥺❤

[crimelune-a-deactivated20250520]

⠀⠀❛  no ,  i  am  afraid  not .  ❜  will's  midnight  hair  is  damp  with  sweat ,  curling  and  clinging  to  his  temples .  he  still  wears  his  gear  —  donning  black  and  nephilim  etchings ,  boots  caked  and  clothes  gently  rumpled  from  field  work .  it  is  …  𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑡𝑒  for  him  to  show  up  this  way ,  barging  into  a  lady's  room  in  his  particular  apparel  and  without  proper  manners ,  but  this  isn't  tessa's  first  day  at  the  institute  ( not  that  the  nature  of  first  visits  would  mean  william  on  his  best  behavior ) .  he  stands  at  the  door ,  pansy-blue  eyes  roving  over  tessa  as  she  aquaints  herself  with  the  edge  of  the  bed .  the  pale  blue  of  her  dress  compliments  her  intelligent ,  stormy  eyes .  he  says  nothing  about  this .

⠀⠀inching  further ,  unconscious  of  the  potential  muddy  path  he  leaves  in  his  wake ,  will  stands  near  the  bedpost  now ,  taken  as  his  alabaster  hand  turns  in  tessa's .  his  lips  curl ,  eyes  glinting  with  mock  offense  at  her  playful  line  of  questioning .  ❛  ah ,  tessa ,  you  𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑  me .  ❜  he  is  dramatic ,  retracting  his  hand  and  settling  it  over  his  heart .  ❛  i  am  a  𝘩𝑖𝑔𝘩𝑙𝑦 disciplined  shadowhunter .  every  swing  of  my  blade ,  every  move  i  make  is  part  of  a  meticulously - crafted  training  regimen .  ❜  will  lowers  his  voice  then , as  if  sharing  a  secret .  ❛  but ,  if  you’re  asking  if  i  occasionally  …  take  out  my  frustrations  on  an  inanimate  object  or  two  ...  well ,  maybe .  but  who  could  blame  me ?  they  never  talk  back .  ❜

⠀⠀will  leans  against  the  post ,  arms  crossed loosely ,  his  posture  stiffening as he grows more solemn .  he  swallows  hard .  ❛ in all seriousness , i  came  here because  i  need  to  speak  with  you  about  something ...  𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡 . ❜  he  pauses ,  shifting  uncomfortably  under  her  gaze .  ❛ i  do not  know  how  to  say  it .  but  i  cannot  stop  thinking  about  it  … ❜   will  runs  a  hand  through  his  disheveled  hair .  ❛ it’s  not  just  the  training .  it’s  not  just  the  missions .  it is  this  ... 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔  that  i  cannot  shake .  this  sense  of  urgency .  of  needing  something  that is  just  beyond  reach .  and  every  time  i  look  at  you ,  i’m  on  the  edge  of  understanding  it ,  but  i  cannot make  sense  of  it . ❜

[foulrests-a]

( ⸙ )     to her lack of surprise, tessa discovered she loved to hear will talk. that she found his jokes amusing and funny even if she pretended they weren't — finding in them a certain sweetness that seemed to go unnoticed by most, even the joker himself. she looked at his ocean eyes and imagined the picture they made with hers on their side. the vast sea with stormy skies upon them. a frightening sight, but also, one that offered such a calm breeze. her lips remained sealed to one another as his feelings were poured through some anxious actions and words. she listened, with attention, standing from the bed and walking to stand closer to him — brow furrowed in worry and understanding both.

hand went and rested on his shoulder, right above the beggining of his runed chest. his attire was a little damp from the heat and training and, as will had claimed, hitting things that didn't seek vengeance. ❝ maybe it comes from there being so much for you to get accostumed to... ❞ voice was a bell. ringing like a prayer, hoping she was right. ❝ and maybe you never will, fully — ❞ she needed not speak jem's name. they both knew. and this was not just about silver eyes and hair, but beyond. a mountain of years and years of beliefs and fears to cross — would will let her hold his hand through the journey?

❝ but if i can help you somehow, anyhow, then tell me so and i shall with no question. ❞ because his heart was hers until their end. theresa grinned small, remembering the day he rescued her from more than he ever fanthomed. not just torture by the sisters, but from a life full of lies. devoid of love. empty of any soul beyond the fog that clouded her eyes for so long. cheekily, she leaned, cleaning the sweaty strands of black head from his forehead with a shy smirk. ❝ i just hope not to be the source from such unpleasant urgency since i rather like when you look at me. ❞

[neverburied]

𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 --------- that much is clear in the way she can't stop fidgeting with her dress or her nails or the grass under where she sits. jack is handsome &* this is all improper. but they aren't doing anything scandalous ! 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 , but really they'd mostly just be mad she's not spending all of her time doing what they wanted her to do -- reading &* playing piano &* tennis &* studying math &* &* &* &* &* ------ &* anything but what she wanted. if she wanted to spend an afternoon with a boy from the poor side of town learning to draw better , then damn it -- she was going to do just that. a little act of rebellion , just for herself. ( it will spark more. it always does , in every timeline. )

her mind is drawn from the nervous thoughts to instead focus on him ------ looks where he's looking , takes in the sight of the rock he means. 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 , but she starts her sketch anyway , dilligent in her obedience even here. ❛   what's a rock gotta' do with paintin' people , jack ? ❜ a thoughtful hum leaves rogued lips as her brows now pinch in concentration as her gaze flickers from rock to sketch. ❛   i know some people aren't very pretty , but compain' 'em to rocks is mean. ❜ 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; made even lighter by the grin that curves up her lips.

[foulrests-a]

( ⸙ )     he didn't want to laugh. if he did, it wasn't at her but with her. clearly her soul was a pit of fire, never burning low, always aiming for something bigger with a set of passion he certainly related to. jack hid his giggle with his hand before raising them up as if found guilty for some unthinkable crime. ❝ not trying to offend anyone, promise. ❞ especially her. allie had a beauty compared to nature, yes. but not rocks. roses, soft petals that emaned from her perfume — the sky when the sun was ready to lay down. the artist went and grabbed a medium stone on his hand. ordinary in every way.

❝ look closer — see the small curves it has, the delicate and the abrupt. the ups and downs. a rock offers more details than most things we can see here. ❞ the ducks, the benches. he took her hand on his own, green eyes mischievous yet again, only to find such feeling gone when sensing the tinkling her palm offered him. similar to eletricity. cleaning his throat and recomposing himself, jack continued. ❝ besides, i'm your teacher now. just do as i say like a good student. ❞ his feet went up and down forming a circle on the grass. he sat down, legs apart, and wondered if she'd become pissed if he decided to take out a cigarette.

[foulrests-a]

downloading league again just to play with mel...

[foulrests-a]

❛ that's it. we need to talk about this. right here. right now. ❜ clary + jace

( ⸙ )     he looked at her, mouth open not out of shock, but in the middle of a self pleasuring journey of devouring a most appetizing apple. barefoot in the kitchen of the institute, the fridge open behind him  — the sight of someone who was an utter mess of every kind. sleepless, restless, and ill tempered like an alley cat. clary entered the room and of course his heart softened at the sight of a 5'2 ginger with lightened up green pools of feelings  — though he couldn't tell if she was angry at him for something in particular.

❝ wait, was this yours? ❞ he pretended he knew what she was on about. clary could shout, could yell and kick him all she wanted  — he would even make a face or two to make her happy about it  — but one thing she could not was make him understand what she was talking about when she started to speak like this. he threw the apple up, taking it quickly with both hands. ❝ damn baby, it's just a fruit. ❞ he made puppy eyes. maybe they would work.

[aedearly]

✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑩𝑳𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑫𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑵𝑬𝑺𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of loose quotes taken from various characters from hades (supergiant games). these quotes are from the first game of the series. writing/roleplaying prompts. from fluff to angst! feel free to edit as you see fit, especially since some are gendered.

❝ i’m leaving. try and stop me. ❞ ❝ that could have gone better. ❞ ❝ why can’t you just stay? ❞ ❝ i wish you could come with me. ❞ ❝ you’re coming with me. ❞ ❝ i have to take you back. ❞ ❝ but for you, i will be making an exception. ❞ ❝ whew… they’re gone. ❞ ❝ now, come on, we got places to be! ❞ ❝ may the fates favour your journey. ❞ ❝ oh you know, i’d rather have my eyes put out, but thanks for offering! ❞ ❝ if only… ❞ ❝ you should be ashamed of yourself, and learn your place. ❞ ❝ ahh, so you are taking pity on me, then? ❞ ❝ i’m sorry that it has to be this way. ❞ ❝ you’re late. ❞ ❝ will i see you soon? ❞ ❝ did you miss me? ❞ ❝ i’m home. ❞ ❝ we’re heading home. ❞ ❝ you… came back? ❞ ❝ i hope i didn’t keep you waiting very long, did i? ❞ ❝ is something wrong? ❞ ❝ i can’t believe this. ❞ ❝ i’m in your debt. ❞ ❝ there’s going to be payback, you know. ❞ ❝ … damn you. ❞ ❝ this is for you. ❞ ❝ do you remember me? my name is—ah, nevermind. ❞ ❝ i’m not who you think i am. ❞ ❝ keep following that heart of yours. ❞ ❝ to hell with this place! ❞ ❝ fear is for the weak. ❞ ❝ oh, look at you, you poor, poor thing, you’re hurt! ❞ ❝ you’re such a sweetheart. ❞ ❝ you brought this on yourself. ❞ ❝ no need to thank me, mate. ❞ ❝ please, i don’t want to do this… ❞ ❝ you don’t have to do this… ❞ ❝ only the best for you. ❞ ❝ i hope you’re right. ❞ ❝ gods grant me strength… ❞ ❝ that is the worst idea i think i’ve ever heard. ❞ ❝ do you understand how little sense that makes? ❞ ❝ look what i found! ❞ ❝ something’s changed about the beating of your heart. ❞ ❝ no wonder they don’t like you. ❞ ❝ wish i could be there to see your face. ❞ ❝ i’ll earn your favour yet. ❞ ❝ how bad could it be? ❞ ❝ hello there, handsome. ❞ ❝ … this is the cheesiest thing i’ve heard from you. ❞ ❝ what has gotten into you? ❞ ❝ blood and darkness! ❞ ❝ lucky for you, i’ve no pride like many others here. ❞ ❝ it’s over. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ go. away. i won’t repeat myself. ❞ ❝ i knew your heart was true. ❞ ❝ let’s kiss and make up! ❞ ❝ mischief, me? oh please! ❞ ❝ i don’t know how you can stand this kind of thing… ❞ ❝ you tried. that’s what matters. ❞ ❝ a man after my own heart… ❞ ❝ why won’t you give up? ❞ ❝ ever so stubborn, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ life and death, one and the same. ❞ ❝ you’re running from yourself. again. ❞ ❝ what do you want from me? leave me alone. we’ve nothing to discuss anymore. ❞ ❝ i cannot bring myself to stay upset with you forever. ❞ ❝ the truth is i’m a lover, not a fighter. ❞ ❝ i have to see her! ❞ ❝ so how goes wilful disobedience of late? ❞ ❝ you think all these gifts will make things go back to the way they were? ❞ ❝ we’re older now—i’d hope we’re wiser, too. ❞ ❝ i have to go. ❞ ❝ we were having such a good time! ❞ ❝ time is up. ❞ ❝ you’re so reckless. ❞ ❝ thank you for always keeping me on my toes. ❞ ❝ your luck’s run out. ❞ ❝ i don’t know why i bother with you, honestly. ❞ ❝ may i call you my friend? ❞ ❝ i’d like to make a toast, to you! ❞ ❝ no need for special thanks. ❞ ❝ i’ve some memories i’m not quite ready to give up on yet. ❞ ❝ i’ll break your heart. ❞

[foulrests-a]

i think it is so unfair to expect tessa not to try love again after will. sure, it took a long time for her to attempt to begin again but the main thing is, jem returning from brotherhood was impossible. this idea that she "would wait" is nonexistent and pure whimsical fandom wish, imo. it is a cruel thing to want her to be alone because her soulmates were far from reach. for me, it is much more interesting to explore her getting to know other people and failing, seeing herself as wretched for not having love for them, questioning her humanity through her ability of loving someone else deeply again ; is it gone, forever? will she ever be given the chance again? should she want it? is she selfish? seeing people for a while and keeping them close even if she knows it won't work because she is lonely, fearing sinking into a lack of human connection that frightens her.

[fospherus]

TASTE . . . THEY GIVE INTO A PASSIONATE KISS.

she was speaking while the coffee machine chirped, and he listened with his arms propped on the kitchen island ; food and drink were still far-fetched things to him, and it had taken the better part of the last year to even get use to remembering he needed them now. she was insistent with him, in her stern but generous way, and he had long ago learned to nod his head, and soak up the satisfaction of making her smile. entertaining the lip of the coffee mug, he watched the line of her back as she moved about the kitchen, recounting the instalment of a recent mystery novel she had read. distractedly he wondered, had @foulrests curled her hair? her eyes were shining, and the line of her spine ended with her hips. and her mouth was moving, hypnotic, and he came back to himself only after she cornered him and said : are you even listening to me?

jem wasn't quick to straighten himself, or at all. he watched her, half-lidded eyes to the furrow of her brows to the closed frown of her mouth. something acidic, like desire, whipped his ribs. he clicked his tongue, and a soft warmth flushed his throat. there was a twitch to his jaw, because self-restraint was his oldest tool. then, facing her, his hands curling over the wood, he expelled a slow sigh.

           ‘ i'm finding it hard to. ’ when he stepped closer, he knew she hadn't been expecting it with the way she stepped back slightly, but it hardly dissuaded him this time. again, his eyes swept to her mouth, then her throat when she swallowed, then back to her stare, until he had her cornered against the counter top. his hand, treacherous, held either side of it and she was boxed in, and the hire in his mouth was a taut sigh against the corner of her mouth. ‘ would you believe me if i said i was sorry? ’

*   ho ho horrors, currently accepting.

[foulrests-a]

( ⸙ )     it were the sounds and sights that tessa called home.     the coffee being brewed and the clean porcelain being put on its rightful place on the table, the scent of homemade food being cooked  —  an attempt, only, for she could only do the minimum and yet it was exactly what jem needed, though his thick brain seemed to think otherwise.     tall body moved up and down under watchful gaze, mouth meeting and parting through words she was almost sure he didn’t grasp  —-  the modern retelling of achilles and how she had enjoyed it, how it had been a breath of fresh air to read something good after so long… — only to die young as her prying for confirmation of being listened to died as he came close.

a step back.    coy, only half meant.    it was the way his eyes were full of feeling again, ardent, matching her own.    it came to her by the lick of lips and tilting of chin to meet his height,  the quick breathing from being caged against the counter top with the lean arms she adored to trace with fingertips.   theresa grinned before the promise of his kiss.        ❝ i would be really disappointed if you meant it,  ❞        did she sound as gone to his ears as she did to her own?  completely undone,  melted before him.   

closer still,  tessa’s hand went underneath the hem of his shirt.   the sensation of known scars, greeting her once more.   runes new and old —- everywhere,  her nose tickling his into a full smile.    ❝  i’m waiting. ❞

[foulrests-a]

oficially back. getting down to business and writing. send hello on discord let's chat and chill 💛

[foulrests-a]

nosferatu saved me. but anyway, sorry to be absent still. lots of work, people, and fixing things for the year. please don't forget me 🥹

[jaeausten]

Little Lottie...

[foulrests-a]

happy new years! thank you for making 2024 fun, so full of amazing stories ❤️ and may 2025 bring us the joy we all deserve.

[ourcharade-archive]

STARTER › @foulrests

" oh, you ... " he very much has to bite down his lip. " i know what you're doing, and y'know what? it ain't gonna work. you're not convincing me, evie. i want a vacation. i want a nice, deserted beach. i do not wanna go anywhere where you can wake the dead and have 'em chase us, okay? not happening. "

[foulrests-a]

( ⸙ ) ❝   i really don’t know what you mean.  ❞    she lied so sweetly it astounded herself.     across her legs the luggage was already prepared with only the essentials.     oils for her skin, perfumes and light dresses —- a book or two, or perhaps five or fifteen, evie did not remember —- and a few studies she ought to have prepared to present to the cairo association in a month.     a vacation would do them well, but it wouldn’t be her if she simply rested her body while the mind was hungry for more and more.   always had been so, ever since she was a little girl.   sighing, she stood up, taking rick’s hands on her own.   finger moving back and forth in soothing manner.

❝   there’s nothing dangerous about peru.  besides, it is not like we wake the dead on purpose.  ❞   it was always an accident.   well, a planned accident but one nonetheless.  still,  there was a lot about the old civilizations of latin america she wanted to uncover ; t hings that historians had argued but never made concrete.   she knew rick was a different man.  with different views —- and heart despised to see him in danger,  though he often was.   taking a step back,  evelyn returned to her packing.   ❝   and who’s to say we wouldn’t go to a cursed deserted beach ?   with pirates treasures and whatnot. ❞    a shrug.   for her,  it made total sense.