calculated chaos

[ghostwritings-blog]

( vesvolk )

“      how   —   …      ”      it’s a question that dies on her tongue ,  &  quite swiftly too !   were anyone capable of getting that information ,  it would be mara peterson.      “      this really isn’t necessary   —   honestly ,   i’m not one to celebrate  …      ”      but even with her words ,  there’s a smile that tugs with a childish neediness.  &  so ,  with a healthy dose of resignation ,  evelyn pushes the door open wider.      “      after tonight ,  this never happened   —-   hope you like fiddler on the roof.      ”

                                                       ‘HAVEN’T WATCHED IT in ages,’   she replies, not trying very hard to hide the SMILE that lit up her face as brightly as a candle’s flame in a pitch black room. The prospect of any time spent in mindless fun, as opposed to the gritty reality of their word, was cause for celebration.   ‘Should I bake a cake?’   she asks, half-joking, half-serious. There’s no reason not to go ALL OUT ... another year of survival is worth noting.   ‘I could also pick up a few tubs of ice cream on the way over.’

[ghostwritings-blog]

( @vesvolk )

                                                  ‘BIRTHDAY GIRL’S CHOICE,’   she announces her presence with a rapping of knuckles on the door & a nonchalant lean upon the jamb. Almost time to LEAVE ( though they never really left, did they? not this kind of work - it sticks to your soul like flypaper ), and Mara wants to do something for her friend.   ‘Night on the town or a movie & popcorn. Or, anything really ...’

[ghostwritings-blog]

MES AMIS!  i’ve been absent over here not because i’m done w/ mara because she’s still very much my pride & joy but i’ve been really feeling my precious & pure hope-filled waterbending child so i’ve been hiding out over there. i just started a le carré novel so i expect the intrigue of the espionage narrative will push me back over here eventually. xo. hope everyone’s had a good christmas & new year’s! 

[forcedreamt-blog]

                « IN THE MIDST OF CHAOS, THERE IS ALSO OPPORTUNITY … »

[tribebravery-blog]

       independent & private  katara  from avatar: the last airbender   written by kylie

[ghostwritings-blog]

( rebelflier )

                   ❛     I CAN’T.    there’s still so much i’ve yet to do here.    the fight isn’t over.    i fear it won’t be over – not until something changes.    not until EVERYONE changes.    the empire fell and the first order rose from the ashes.    what’s next ?    what great evil will we face after dismantling our current enemy ?     ❜

                                                            ‘I JUST MEANT ----’   she sighs, eyes tracing his worn features with an eye practiced in observation. She analyzes, she pushes ahead.   ‘I meant that it’s not safe here - this base is compromised. We need to get everyone out ... Like you said, the fight isn’t over.’

[ghostwritings-blog]

( edenfled )

                       lilith’s gaze is not shy as it wanders across the woman’s form , a sly smile spreading across her lips , as she paints her lips their usual  RUBY RED  hue.  ❝  well , you can see now that you were not.  ❞  her tone is soft , yet hard , all at once , and for a moment she turns away from the woman , facing the mirror as she resumed her careful application of make - up.  there’s a few minutes of silence  ;  it hardly bothered her , and she hardly cared if it unsettled the strange woman.  ❝  you have a beautiful voice —— sweet , like honey , and smooth.  ❞ 

she turned to her , now , a smirk tugging against the corners of lilith’s face.  ❝  I am sure if you sang a  DIFFERENT  song ———  I would be  thrilled  to listen.  ❞            

                                                           MARA WATCHES THE WOMAN - the lure of observation had never been one she’d grown immune to - but soon shrugs &, in the silence, begins to pack things away into her bag. It’s a routine easily followed, her movements rehearsed & rehashed from many days spent here. She hasn’t seen this woman around before, though. Mara always makes careful note of who she knows & who she does not ... simply for knowledge’s sake alone. 

     When the other woman begins to speak again, Mara’s nearly finished. She turns - the hair she’d just released from it’s braid falling in tangled waves across her shoulder blades. She moves it - it’s in the way of her eyes - and tilts her head with curious amusement.   ‘Thank you. Though I don’t make a habit of singing in front of people ...’

[ghostwritings-blog]

( justonekid )

                              the relief that sweeps over his face is, PERHAPS, too evident.    ❛ you won’t regret this … maybe. ❜     immediately, he’s fumbling through pockets, double-checking, triple-checking. after what feels like far, far too long, he produces a handful of marbles.

                               ❛ check it out. ❜    fingers close around his treasures, and within moments, each uncurl to expose that they had disappeared. for a fleeting moment, he had almost FORGOTTEN the PROPERTY DAMAGE he’d been involved with, as he was TOO ENTHRALLED with this gag actually working.    ❛ wait …  NO WAY! three months, and that’s the first time it’s worked! ❜

                                                                           SHE WATCHES INTENTLY, prepared to humor him before asking him to at least help clean up a bit -- and she’s pleasantly surprised that the sleight of hand he employed actually worked. She hadn’t been able to follow the marbles to their hiding place - give her a little bit of time & she’s sure she’d be able to work the trick out, but for now ... His surprise at his own success makes her laugh.

     ‘You know, generally people don’t reveal the fact that their tricks don’t always work,’   her lips twitch at the corners, she fights a full-fledged smile. But then she notices a streak of SCARLET on his arm. She frowns.   ‘You’re bleeding ...’

[ghostwritings-blog]

( justonekid )

       ❛ i wasn’t alone, i swear! ❜ sell-outs aren’t sell-outs when they’re sold out to begin with. it wasn’t even HIM that totalled some stranger’s garden: how does a blind girl run so fast, anyway !? you win this round, beifong.

       eyes shift left, right, anywhere that wasn’t this woman’s punishing stare. improvise, improvise. ❛ i don’t have any money, but ──  i have a trick i can show you! then ── then we’ll be even, okay? ❜

                                                                                    SHE SIGHS, a hand sent up to massage her temple as she studies the devastation left in the wake of two TEENAGERS who didn’t have the foresight to not run through a rose garden ---- she knows her mother won’t mind, her mother loves kids ... Mara doesn’t really remember what it was like to be one, she’d always been more on the SERIOUS side growing up, which had translated easily into adulthood. This is something she isn’t prepared to deal with. And her parents left her in charge of the house ... 

     ‘Sure, why not,’   she replies, finally, not knowing what else to say. It’s not like every bush is torn up, only one. The others were ruffled a bit. It’s fine, she reminds herself, don’t freak out.   ‘Let’s see what you’ve got ...’

[witchoria]

Common Ground

[rosymischief-blog]

independent & private NYMPHADORA TONKS from j.k. rowling’s harry potter novels.   written by kylie.

[dragonomics-deactivated20170314]

                     ‘ what is called resignation is confirmed desperation. ’                                                     narrated and cared for by atlas.

[ghostwritings-blog]

( @xenoglots​ | x )

                                                                     PRETTY WORDS aside, they dance along the edge of sincerity with a playful twirl; she long ago learnt the power of words, their shades of meaning, their tints of connotation -- you can say the same words & mean a handful of different things. And that’s just in one language - grasp the intricacies that come along with TRANSLATING anything and you’ve opened a door into vast universe of ... well. whatever you need it to be. That’s where the CHAOS enters the picture. And that’s where she can ply her trade: manipulating words into an act of creation, or imitation of. Unlike words, which form & dissipate & grow & die, humanity seems to cycle through the same ideas, the same concepts, the same gripes & grimaces & glories.

    ‘I think that this calls for a LETTER,’   she muses, confident in her choice. Each different form of communication is a message in of itself. Sometimes form speaks louder than content.

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mister  mischief ©

[ghostwritings-blog]

❝ The reason people treat me like I’m nothin’ is cause I’m nothin’. ❞

dirty dancing sentence starters ( accepting ) 

                                                                                                THERE’S A RUSTLING of papers that sounds like the shushing of a mother to a child; it’s the only sound that has populated the office consistently for the past few hours. The sporadic statements, evidence of a fragmented conversation being had by two women whose minds are focused elsewhere, hardly draw attention from the task at hand. It’s funny how the MIND can multitask without being conscious of it. Mara isn’t sure what’s been said, what she’s said, but she is aware that some sort of communication has been made - the quiet whisper that distracts from the near silence of the room is, therefore, almost unnoticed. Almost.

     She pauses mid-shuffle, the papers scattered over her desk now placed on the back burner of her mind as she looks up with a concerned and questioning expression for her friend. She searches for confirmation that she had heard correctly, and that Evelyn isn’t just testing to see if the range of her attention extend to self-deprecating confessions made in the middle of the night under the duress of a job half-finished.

     There’s a disquieting tilt of the other woman’s lips, a TONALITY that suggests she is not playing at anything -- Mara frowns. 

     ‘I’m sorry that you believe that,’   she replies. She’s not sure how else to respond; because she knows that it isn’t true, but contradicting someone in a moment of self-pity would, in all likelihood, only serve to shove them deeper into whatever morose train of thought they’ve decided to entertain. That’s no less true of Evelyn. 

     Mara isn’t very talented in the area of giving COMFORT - but that doesn’t mean she won’t try. She reaches across the desk, and, after a moment’s hesitation, lays her hand upon Evelyn’s.   ‘No one is nothing. Especially not you.’ 

[ghostwritings-blog]

RULES: tag seven followers you want to get to know better. repost, don’t reblog. TAGGED BY: @xenoglots

. & * – NAME/NICKNAME:  kylie. . & * – GENDER: cis female. . & * – HEIGHT:  5′6″. . & * – HOGWARTS HOUSE:  hufflepuff. . & * – FAVORITE COLOUR/S:  blue. my favorite shade varies, though, so i couldn’t really tell you an exact color.  . & * – FICTIONAL CHARACTER I’D LIKE AS A SIBLING: sibling?? hmmm. my first thought was nathan drake because having him as a brother would be epic.  . & * – NUMBER OF BLANKETS I SLEEP WITH:  depends. right now, cause it’s cold(ish): two.  . & * – DREAM VACATION: backpacking through the alps. OR kinda hopping around the pacific islands. both. both in one vacation would be crazy / awesome. . & * – WHAT I’M CURRENTLY WEARING:  leggings & a sweater. . & * – WHAT I POST:  spy stuff. // fingerguns. . & * – DO YOU GET ASKS ON A REGULAR BASIS?:  nah, not really. . & * – AESTHETIC: curled up under a blanket, sitting on the couch, watching a movie or reading a book with my fingers curls around a mug of something hot. . & * – STAR SIGN:  virgo. . & * – LAST THING GOOGLED:  kaleidoscope. i wanted to know how to spell it & i was being lazy so google. . & * – FAVOURITE MUSIC ARTISTS: mAN IDK I LISTEN TO A LOT OF MUSIC. adele. stevie wonder. ella fitzgerald.  . & * – DO YOU HAVE ANY OTHER BLOGS:  yeah! the only actually active one right now is an rp blog for ana from the game overwatch ( @weighingsouls ). i have a super low-activity felix leiter ( @leitcr ) and i’m being talked into maybe remaking my dora tonks blog but that’s still up in the air. oof oh yeah i’m trying to get my nathan drake blog back on its feet, too. . & * – WHY DID YOU CHOOSE YOUR URL: well, long story short: my idea for mara originated with the thought of her being a ghostwriter so i played with some different forms of that word and voilà. . & * – AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP:  7-8 . & * – LUCKY NUMBER:  idk. i don’t really have one. . & * – FAVOURITE CHARACTER: DON’T ASK ME TO CHOOSE!! too many i have too many. . & * – DREAM JOB:  one of those super creative / prolific people - like a director/playwright/screenwriter/theatre company founder/ etc etc etc. . & * – FOLLOWING:  184.

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[ghostwritings-blog]

( delta0ne )

      ❝  if you DO THIS,   they’ll come after you.      you’ll have to run.  ❞               maybe forever

                                            ‘...THAT’S NOT a hard and fast rule.’   Those words sound unconvincing, even to her.   ‘There’s a chance that won’t happen. We have absolutely no connection - how would they even know to look?’’