MELODRAMA .

a multi by 𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐧 .

[holysick]

* #HOLYSICK all the glamour , and the trauma and the fucking melodrama . oh , all the gun fights and the lime lights and the holy sick divine nights . they ' ll talk about us and discover how we kissed and killed eachother . we told you this was melodrama . { holysick is an independent and private collection of muses from both canonical and original sources as interpreted by robin .

carrd can be found in linked text above teehee

[tweive]

# TWEIVE : — i ' m in the trees i ' m in the breeze my footsteps on the ground . you ' ll see my face in every place but you can ' t catch me now . a collection of district twelve characters .

[holysick]

halfway through sotr maybe i'll write haymitch

[holysick]

all i wanna do is write about princesses something something knights something something dungeons something something dragons .... who's gonna do it with me

[holysick]

in other news rhaeg*r and lyanna will never be consensual to me (she was sixteen and he was a grown man, married and with children)

[holysick]

if i wrote jenny of oldstones whos gonna write me the prince of dragonflies

[gilmor]

" we did say three o'clock, didn't we? " rory sighs, the clock on the wall of the wall of the minuscule study room once more, now reading three forty-five. it seems they're the only two who remembered, more likely the only two who cared, about their first meeting. this project is worth a big chunk of their grade. maybe the others sussed out the vibe and figured rory & adam would do the whole thing on their own. tragically, they probably would.

" well, more donuts for us then, i guess. this new shop downtown has the craziest flavors. i couldn't resist. "

@holysick

[holysick]

◞ the air in the room is thick with the smell of stale coffee , and a stubborn silence . his gaze fixed on the paper spread before him , ink scrawled in tight , meticulous lines . he hates group projects : he hates the feeling of depending on others . he hates the feeling of others depending on him . the clock ticks , marking the passage of time and deepening his irritation : it ' s almost like an internal count down of the minutes until a different version of himself is on demand . a test to see how long perfect , yale - polished adam can keep it up .

the mention of donuts is enough to pique his interest . a small smile flickers across his face . " well , if we ' re doing this on our own we might as well enjoy the spoils . " voice low and dry hints at a sharp edge under his words . " did you bring anything normal , or just . . . candy coated neon monstrosities ? " see , the irony is not lost on him : he is just as likely to indulge in the extravagance as anyone else , especially when free ( see : avocado on pizza ) yet , he will always distance himself from the frivolity of it .

[smol-ackerman]

YUUJI 🧡

呪術廻戦 S2 Ep. 06: It's Like That

[holysick]

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜ abigail @ haley

◞ her words drift into the spring air like the last notes of a song no one had been expecting to end . a pause , and her fingers tighten over her camera : a moment suspended between them , lit by surprise flickering like sunlight on water . " wow . . . " the word is dragged out : a lilt of playful sarcasm colors her voice . " thanks for the glowing review , abigail . should i add it to my collection of questionable compliments ? " a smirk , followed by a toss of golden waves : perfect , and practiced . reflex , or shield ? " so what , am i just kinda terrible now ? " laughter escapes her like a mischievous breeze . " maybe everyone ' s just jealous of my good looks , and undeniable charm . . . ever think about that ? " silence is followed by a casual shrug . " i guess you ' re not so bad either , " a sort of admission : her words are softer , and almost thoughtful . " for someone who spends all day in the mines , anyway . "

[holysick]

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜ to sandie collins from jaya kasturi

◞ when night comes , the city becomes a maze of dimly lit alleys , sparse incandescent lamposts and neon signs reflect off the damp streets . the girl leans against a grimy brick wall by the backdoor of the iceberg lounge , virginia slim rests aglow in the space between index and middle . " oi ! got a way with words , don ' t you , love ? " a pretty smile : a trained , and empty one . a sharp one . she takes a drag . doe browns give a single , dismissive glance at the woman . " — way to make a girl feel pretty . . . you ' re out on your luck anyway , i ' m done for the night . "

[holysick]

also please fill this out :)

[earthspin-a-deactivated20241001]

(💚)‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ @holysick,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎sc.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ court, do you want my opinion? ‎ ‎ ‎ ❜‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it doesn't matter what the other says, it doesn't matter if she even wants heather to sit beside her:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎too little, too late.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she's sat crossed, knees weak from a hunger she's never felt‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(a hunger that's only going to worsen as the days come),‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎and across her face is the slightest, maybe fakest, smile.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ nobody cares that you're a c.i.t.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎seriously, its making everyone so exhausted. ‎ ‎ ‎ ❜

[holysick]

◞ the crisp chill of autumn ' s ending makes a home in weary bones : fingertips stretched towards the fire . a glare : sharp like hunger pangs , loaded with the authority courtney is desperate to cling to . " heather , do you seriously think you know better than me ? " her voice trembles : cold ? hunger ? uncertainty . " it doesn ' t matter how tired everyone is , or how much you complain . " she sees the yellowjackets exchange glances around them . their attention diverting from whatever jackie is talking about to them . " winter is coming soon , and somebody needs to take charge . . . " murmurs begin : this time it ' s akilah and mari . she does not shrink . and her spine feels like steel with resolve , or the cold . " i am a c.i.t : that means i know what i ' m doing here . "

[holysick]

please please please answer this quick interest poll

[misandriste]

Anya Taylor-Joy as Alexandra “Sandie” Collins LAST NIGHT IN SOHO 2021, dir. Edgar Wright

[holysick]

◞ with me . with me . with me . there is an echoing to the end of his static muffled words . an empty locker room , and calloused hands gripping the back of his head . " . . . a little " heat : it rises quickly , in the form of a rose tint to the cheeks as he quietly reaches for the remote . soft breathing on the other end . a dark , lonely pantry at a party and the feeling of his back pressed against wooden shelves . the booming voices narrating move by move of a ball game on espn are swiftly replaced by wheel of fortune on channel four . with me . with me . with me . this is not who i am . i ' m not . . . he cannot even complete the sentence . one he has said many , many times . one he uses specifically after . but he picked up the phone . he called . i don ' t know why i called . this house feels way too crowded all of a sudden . grandpa george and grandma evelyn bickering away cooking dinner in the kitchen feels like they ' re breathing down his neck . a blonde on tv with an unsettling grin , one too big for her face , reveals letter by letter in a tight pink dress . for the grand prize : H _ M _ _ _ _ _ _ _ an audible gulp . " she ' s hot . . . "

@ily6a6y + continued from here .

[holysick]

◞ " mother , you look radiant today , " and that she does . the evening sun , and birdsong flood the chamber , casting everything in the warm dusk colours of his mother ' s house . his guard , ser jaime , is left at the door to the queen ' s apartments : accompanied by ser lewyn . the young dragon greets his mother with a kiss to the cheek before taking his place across a table of ornately carved oak . " i ' ll have wine as well , " aegon speaks with the confidence of a man grown --- yet , a stolen glance of violets betrays his age : a youth of six and ten . still on the brink between man and boy . the crown prince gauges his mother ' s response as the serving girl pours dornish red into a goblet of gold . " you asked to see me ? "

@versuslight + elia martell

[holysick]

◞ the myrish tapestry of daenys ' s dream looms behind them . dragons and doom : threads of spun wool illuminated only by the fire in the king ' s hearth . flames dance . frantic as four eyes of amethyst look on : the blood of the dragon . dreams and prophecies , exhasperation evident in the lighter of the violet set : a stubborn dornish forward jut upon valyrian jaw . must they always come in riddles ? he knows not what the king looks for , or seeks in the flames . a vision ? a part of the song ? a message to be decoded ? . . . surely anything of the sort , if true , would present itself in a less ordinary fashion ? when the king ' s summons had come , the last thing to come to mind was to sit in restless silence : staring forward into nothing . tense , the prince shifts in his seat . " the hour grows late , your grace . "

@versusdecay + rhaegar targaryen .