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@iudicatus
A PRIVATE ORIGINAL CHARACTER " MAGDELEINE FUSILIER ". PLOT - CENTRIC + MUTUALS ONLY. EST '20 , REVAMPED '25. CREATED BY LOLA , SHE / HER , 26 , ADHD. ( . . . ) THEME EXPLORATION : THE POISON HAS FESTERED IN YOU SINCE THE BEGINNING , CHOKING ON MARTYRDOM , SINS OF THY FATHER , DIVINE PUNCHING BAG , PAYING THE PRICE OF RESURRECTION , A LEGACY BUILT ON BILE , WORK YOURSELF TO THE BONE ; YOUR ACTIONS WILL NEVER SUFFICE.
¹ 𝖣𝖮𝖲𝖲𝖨𝖤𝖱 , ² 𝖯𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖱𝖤𝖲𝖳 , ³ 𝖲𝖨𝖣𝖤𝖡𝖫𝖮𝖦 , ⁴ 𝖲𝖯𝖮𝖳𝖨𝖥𝖸 .
miss seeing your content and your aesthetics <3 are you still active on tumblr rp and if so , are you elsewhere now ? i'd love to follow you !
thank you chickadee ! currently i'm not writing on tumblr, but that is subject to change since i follow my muse wherever. atm , i'm on jcink , which i've found a lot more rewarding ?? my dms are always open however & if you'd like to chat , i have discord as well.
｡ 𖦹 ‧ ♱ › 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗮𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀 : bold what applies and italicize what applies sometimes. please repost, don’t reblog.
SUMMER. cold drinks after a long day, hiking in the woods just outside the city, swimming in a lake, spontaneous picnics, the warmth of the sun making you drowsy, the buzz of insects flying by, blooming wildflowers, the scent of bark and leaves, snapping twigs in half, a blade of grass between your teeth, light sunburn on the tip of your nose, barking dogs, rosy cheeks, children laughing in the distance, sunflowers reaching for the sun, fresh ice tea, resting your head on someone’s lap, warm yellow, the sound of waves crashing.
AUTUMN. cool breezes that feel just right, piles of leaves, rust red, oversized sweaters, knitted blankets, pumpkin spice, the scent of freshly baked goods, open windows letting the fresh air in, cold cheeks and hands, rain boots, carving pumpkins, soft scarves, a comforting embrace from an old friend, the scent right before a storm, wild mushrooms, ripening berries, a cup of hot tea, purring cats, blueberry muffins, braided hair, wearing your partner’s shirts, an alarm pulling you from slumber, burning candles.
WINTER. the crackling of a fireplace, hot chocolate with marshmallows, the smell of fresh cookies, fuzzy socks, beanies pulled over your ears, a strong pot of coffee, dark clouds gathering on the horizon, the sound of wind shaking the house, melting ice, snowflakes in your hair, melancholy afternoons, curling up with a book while the world stands still, cough drops on the nightstand, excitedly giving gifts, long coats with deep pockets, pale blues, flour on the tip of your nose, warm soup, stubble turning into a beard, the scent of leather.
SPRING. the smell after it rains, waking to the sound of birds singing, the crack of thunder, soft pinks, energy drinks or protein shakes, the scent of fabric softener, tidying up, the sweet taste of fresh fruit, competitive spark in eyes, sand beneath your feet, sweat on your brow, catching your breath after running, light green, frosted cupcakes, electricity in the air, forbidden kisses, the sharp hunger after a work out, daring romances, high ponytails, unexpected storms, picking flowers, running barefoot in the grass, iced coffee.
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look i love my spooky , traumatise girl ... but i also miss funky little fae !
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❝ Y'okay? ❞ Southern twang pierces the silence. The sigh that follows comes from within, abandoning its spot between her third and fourth rib. It's a weighted yet simple question, one which oozes a tenderness that scares her. Even she forgets her capability for intensity. The way her emotions, when she allows, can consume her like a wildfire in the dead of summer. Amelia has been known to compartmentalize, to tuck her emotions into the deepest recesses of her mind. Yet, today ... It was different. The atmosphere is heavy and blurred. Her feet were grounded, her torso resting against the wall, creating a silly U-shape with her body. Even in the midst of angst, Amelia still manages her eccentricity. Amelia's eyes dart as she watches Maggie perch a cigarette between her lips. Dry, bloodied hands reach for her Zippo lighter tucked into her back pocket.
Carefully, Amelia walks. For a moment, her hands shake as she tries to spark a light. Her mother would say this was pathetic. To be so flimsy over herself in the presence of another. Amelia shakes off the ghost of her mother as she squats in front of Maggie. Her head tilts upward, the motion slow and hesitant, as if not only the words of her mother, but the air itself, rushed to restrain her movement. She swallows and outstretches her lighter to light Maggie's cigarette. Their eyes lock, and Amelia swallows. ❝ You'd tell me if you weren't, right? I mean ... You know I'd tell you ... Right? ❞ Her brow lifts. Amelia's lowly voice when she speaks to Maggie is a strict departure from her usual clamor. But the moment calls for something softer, something subdued. ❝ There's a hole-in-the-wall diner and a trashy motel, 'm sure we can spruce up, some 10 miles up the road... I can drive. ❞ Amelia reaches up with her free hand, wiping away the dried blood from the other's cheek. ❝ I got you some clothes from inside the gas station and that energy drink you like. ❞ / @iudicatus, welp, here we go ♡
palpitations thrum in ears , dampening cicada hum and the concerned lilt spilling from amelia's throat . it's nostalgic in a sense , similar to canals being waterlogged after gliding through a murky lake . however , this sensation is nothing like an adolescent pursuit to beat sweltering heat . chest rises and falls while air is gulped down , the adrenaline spike waning , careening in a step decline while she sits in a crumpled mess of own blood smeared limbs . maybe its why she fishes in denim pocket for the crushed cigarette carton , angling a bent stick between lips . end is lit before she has a moment to consider retrieving the own , a grunt of thanks twins with an exhale , smoke curling around them . maggie ignores the acrimony coating her tongue , constricting her larynx , and leadening her belly . she's drowning on dry land and amelia notices immediately , locates tender flesh as if she were a CADAVER DOG , and scratches away dirt to reveal the wound .
“ m'fine , ” she croaks , evidently underselling attempted deception . “ just winded is all . sucker got me a good one . ” a lopsided smile is fashioned on mouth , burning cigarette plucked free with marred fingers . it was all well and good for amelia to be worried , this was maggie's world . her grotesque existence is barely palatable for herself , a cycle of violence and gore that leaves her choking down ichor . if she were in amelia's position she'd be questioning mental state as well . “ better not be some backwoods merch — i'm not wearing a shirt with an embarrassing slogan . ” eyes narrow to suggest she wasn't kidding , despite the fact her attire left much to be desired . blood is swiped from cheek and maggie has to remember not to shrink back , to conceal the cracks fissuring every time someone is GENTLE with her . “ you can drive ... i'll choose the music . might even share that crap filled drink if you drive real nice . ”
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skin , here is the largest organ, seemingly unimportant and forgotten in favour of larger meatier cuts of flesh, but it is living and breathing but wholly on the outside. you feel everything so much all the time. you wear everything on the outside, nothing about you is restrained or held back, authentic and truthful, even to a fault, even revealing all the ugly parts you can’t cover. the blows and injuries you take cannot be hidden, so be cautious. always remember scars do not heal, they can only fade.
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Dressing the Bear, Susan L. Leary
sorry for being mia lately, have been slowly processing that i'm moving countries ..... literally tomorrow..
𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗬 : 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚒’𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.
resurrection is an atrocity bordering on damnation of the soul , an insolence so profound it would echo through the fabric of this world and the next . whether its uttered lightheartedly or not , the femme staggers back a step , then two , at the myriad of complications that'd ensue . fingertips on right hand reach upwards to tug on t-shirt's neckline , clawing to allow tepid breeze to cool skin sheening with sweat . @symbion was an effigy , a modern day lazarus cursed to mortal lands , absent of autonomy : should it not be he who understands the plight ? that divinity's own doomed son should off-handedly dangle the knife over the slayer's condemned daughter makes insides churn , mucosa threatens a revolt , tainting her mouth in bitterness . “ heard you LOUD AND CLEAR , ” charisma is nowhere in sight , the witty repartee cowering at the nightmare a hare's breadth away . she remembers the cool sting curling around shoulders in a shawl the last time death had grown too close , how spine pressed damp tank top into headboard and oculars pinned themselves to clock , languidly counting the hours until the sun crested the sky . the terrors plagued on a rotating shift , lulling that ambrosial sense of false security before draining femme dry . “ just promise me it'll be permanent . a cremation , no pine boxes or six foot deep resting places . 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝 so another sucker can't haul me back missing parts . ”
𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗥𝗬 : 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗, 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.
incisors grit hard , bone clamped down to cage tongue , the instinct to spit vitriol staunched as a precaution . she can damn near taste the ghosting syllables before they die a painful death , swallowed thickly to preserve the obscure kinship fostered betwixt . a defeated sigh pushes into atmosphere as if there were a finality to bowing her head and accepting ire isn't the best companion for current situation . “ pot meet kettle , ” southern inflection remarks haughtily , a bony finger gestures back and forth , pointing out the startling similarities . 𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚐 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚗𝚎 , each entity clings to their beliefs as though a greater balance demanded the devotion . “ slinging 'round insults , or observations — whatever you call it — isn't helping the situation at all , @symbion . ” candied venom pairs UNNERVINGLY WELL with the mockery of a grin plastered to chapstick slick mouth ; almost languishing in the push and pull . “ save the psychoanalysing for later , yeah ? maybe could free up some space in y'brain for a grand idea or two . ”
random writing prompts pt. i.
“ aw, that’s cute. did you think that i really loved you? “
“ i didn’t want to do this. but you betrayed my trust. “
“ this hurts me more than it will ever hurt you. “
“ you reap what you sow. “
“ what did i do? what’s so wrong with me that you can’t just love me? “
“ if nothing else, let’s make the most of being alive and together. “
“ i think i fall in love every day. “
“ i’ll save any life so long as it isn’t not my own. “
“ they didn’t bury you deep enough. “
“ my god, what’s become of you? “
“ enough of your games already. “
“ be careful what you wish for, ____. “
“ i know exactly what’s best for you. “
“ maybe if you weren’t so damn stubborn, we could get something done around here. “
“ you promised me. you promised. “
“ let’s play a game. it’ll be fun. “
“ if this is you when you’re calm, then i’m terrified of what you’re like when you’re actually upset. “
“ i didn’t mean to hurt anyone. i just wanted to help. “
“ i know i’m guilty. i am. i’m guilty. “
“ i don’t know what you want from me. i can’t fix you. “
“ it hurts, doesn’t it? i can make it hurt more. “
“ try not to get yourself killed or i’ll bring you back just to kill you again myself. “
“ you were the only person who understood me. you were my only friend. “
“ i know i shouldn’t care about what you do or who you do it with, but… i’m just—so lonely. “
“ you don’t know what you’re doing. you could kill someone. “
“ just let me help you. you don’t have to do this alone. “
“ aw, you’re no fun. no fun at all. “
“ you’re making me look like an idiot, i hope you know that. “
“ since when did you come back from the dead? “
“ i can rip you apart just as well as i can put you back together. “
“ there’s always something worth fighting for. “
“ pull yourself together, please. i can only afford one of us being a mess. “
“ stay with me. you’ll be fine. “
“ you clearly don’t belong here. “
“ you’re better off dead than alive, ____. “
“ do what you’ve been told. “
“ i can’t just sit around and let people get hurt. it’s my responsibility. “
“ you’re so busy taking care of everyone else that you can’t even take care of yourself! “
“ can i pay you to leave me alone? “
“ you’re running out of excuses and i’m running out of patience. “
“ is it really worth it? is all the blood and the death worth it? “
“ ____. you’re bleeding again. “
“ don’t act like you love me. “
“ i can’t feel anything. “
“ you’re going to tear yourself apart. “
“ i just want you to be safe. is that so much to ask for? “
“ i don’t think there is a right choice, just a choice you have to make. “
“ i could really hurt you, you know. “
“ am i even a person to you? “
“ you don’t even care. they’re just something for you to use and discard. “
“ don’t treat me like a child. “
“ i need to feel alive. “
working on the revamp, new pinned w slides will hopefully be up this weekend <33
Anne Sexton, Live or Die; from 'The Addict'
