maiden mayhem

indie macarona from the gray garden. nsfw-free | not spoiler-free do not take my icons.

[macarxna]

Macarona's headaches are returning again. Their absence has not been missed; she's forgotten how they felt, how bad they were, so the pounding in her head is... familiarly excruciating. Memories of childhood tantrums arise from their graves at the old sensation.

Since she's not in the privacy of her own home (yay, errands) she can't take her hat off and let her disfigured halo get some air. Not that it would fix it-- but it would be a start.

At least, she thinks it will. It's getting a little hard to breathe.

Maybe she should stay with one of her friends tonight....

[yueco-deactivated20141006]

quietly prays to be as cute as macarona one day

[seichiinara-abandoned-deactivat]

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[hydrangeamaiden]

Macaron macaroon macaroni macarona

[macarxna]

Heeey! Hi there! Morning! Good day! Good evening! Time for Underworld Broadcasting Bloody Radio with your ghost host, DJ Met! ♪ Today's guest is - tadah!                                      You!

ok i still have to get her about page up but. yeh. go follow

[macarxna]

Heeey! Hi there! Morning! Good day! Good evening! Time for Underworld Broadcasting Bloody Radio with your ghost host, DJ Met! ♪ Today's guest is - tadah!                                      You!

ok i still have to get her about page up but. yeh. go follow

[macarxna]

i have spent all night working on this damn blog. im not even done with the blog yet. i still have to make icons. im so Tired

[rpmememaker]

Sad 'n' fluffy RP starters!

"Have you ever been to a funeral before?"

"Do you want to hold my hand?"

"You look like you need a hug."

"Please hold me."

"Don’t worry, it’s not real. It’s all a dream."

"Shhh, it’s okay now. You’re safe in my arms."

"Hold me until I forget."

"I don’t feel good. Stay with me…"

"Don’t worry, baby, I got you."

"I had that horrible dream again. Can I sleep in your bed?"

"You can’t run from your fears when you’re in my arms."

"Kisses won’t make it better, but you can try."

"I’m going to love you until you love yourself."

"You look like you need cheering up."

"I need cheering up."

"The past is in the past. The future is for us. We can’t help what’s gone."

"You woke up screaming. I figured breakfast in bed was in order."

"You’re the light of my life. Please don’t go."

[macarxna]

[rp-meme]

Send me ' ~♫' For my muse to sing to yours, with random lyrics from a song the mun heard recently.

[yosafired]

"No more weedpulling!!!!!"

[yosafired]

indie yosafire from the gray garden!

generally will follow mogeko rp blogs with some exceptions.

5 years of rp experience.

multiple accounts, so replies might be a little slow!

i’m swear i’m friendly.

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[macarxna]

where did you get ur icon the one as ur avatar?

here!

[dixble-blog]

Focus immediately directs towards the sudden contact, the devil’s hand carefully reaching towards the angel’s, as though confirming that she was indeed there. Her head lifted, revealing unfocused almost glazed over eyes. They didn’t focus on Macarona despite her being in the elder’s line of sight. It was like nothing was there at all. But the brush of Kcalb’s hand against the girl’s showed that the demon had indeed recognized another’s company in the room. Her lips moved as though speaking but her voice never appeared. Calming words never heard.

All she knew was that someone, anyone, was there with her.

[macarxna]

Although Macarona initially jumps at the reciprocation of touch - uncertain as she was towards the possibility of Kcalb being entirely conscious - it's followed by a rush of simultaneous relief and concern; the devil is awake, but she hasn't said anything? No reply, no reaction...?

And then black eyes lift up from behind dark cloth, and Macarona understands---- or she thinks so. The silent pantomime of a missing voice eludes the young girl as she comes to a startling realization: Kcalb can't see her. She doesn't answer, either. That can only mean one thing.

"Oh, no..."

This is bad. Bad, bad, bad.

Not wanting to startle her senior by leaving, the angel just holds Kcalb's hand, rubbing it as a mother would do for a sick child... and then an idea stirs. 

With how gingerly she handles the devil's hand, you'd think she was touching thin glass -- she turns it so that the palm faces open, and slowly traces characters, one after another, into the soft skin.

M a c a r o n a.

[macarxna]

generally during like... the first weeks she spent in the gray garden, macarona was a huuuge crybaby. got scared of loud noises, was generally very nervous around everyone, etc. (so basically the opposite of rigatona lmao) a lot of what triggered these big crying fits of hers were the headaches she'd get from her head trauma; either she'd get the headache from crying, or she'd get the headache and then cry, which naturally made it worse. basically little babby macarona was a very emotional kid

and the only way to calm her down was to hold her and stroke her head, which usually got rid of the headaches. it was really the only way she could get sound sleep on her own for a while, or otherwise she'd get woken up by nightmares and the like

so now, in the future, patting/stroking her own head is like.. idk it's like a thing she does whenever she's thinking, dealing with head pains, etc. it's a mannerism of hers, and she subconsciously does it whenever she's comforting others, too.

[dixble-blog]

The devil continued to remain in her curled up and pathetic state. The only sound coming from her being the muffled hics and forced back cries through dark fabric. Hands reached up only to curl around white hair tightly, almost painfully, as if that would distract her from the mental onslaught the little angel had no knowledge of even occurring. Yes it certainly wasn’t as Kcalb would have preferred to be found, looking like a terrified child, especially by one of the young villagers.

[macarxna]

Huh... That's...

Weird. 

When a second query receives no reply, trepidation bridges right into worry ---- and Macarona finds herself faced with a choice. She could leave the room and go find Etihw; if she does, who knows what could happen in her absence? Kcalb might be sick. Even worse than that...

No. It's unthinkable. 

So with an unsteady step does Macarona approach, and, kneeling before the woman, gives the crown of ivory hair a gentle stroke with quivering fingers. If there isn't any reaction, she'll have no choice-- an unresponsive Kcalb is not something she can deal with by herself.

"It's alright, it's alright..."

Something is definitely wrong; upon further glance, the poor devil looks like a terrified child who's been abandoned. It's so pitiful that it borders painful. 

[dixble-blog]

It felt like she had been sitting there forever. Just how much time had passed…? No sight so she couldn’t tell the time of day and no hearing meant she wouldn’t even be able to tell if someone was even coming. If someone was coming…How was she suppose to know at this point?

This was a nightmare and she had no idea when it would end…

[macarxna]

"Miss..... Kcalb...?" 

"What's the matter?" 

Unbeknownst to the little angel, she is piping to an empty room ---- to an audience who cannot hear or see her, much less one that can respond. It is a jarring sight to see; the demoness who is always so firm, so admirable in her inability to be swayed... is now curled up against a wall, weeping and trembling.

She would draw closer, but the matter of intimidation still stands - the woman's current state or not - and the young girl merely clutches her hands to her chest, trepidation conflicting with the sympathy that stabs at her.

[macarxna]

I heard you like slugs. Here *hands the slug slolwy*

P…..Please, don’t…

{ Yeah, nope. No. While she’s definitely not going to scream and flee (albeit she’s fighting back the deep desire to), Macarona is not letting that gross, slimy thing anywhere near her; ergo the angel backing away with a traumatized expression.} 

G-Go give it to Rawberry instead! She’s the one that really loves them, not me!