𝔪𝔠𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰

penned by almira for mistyhqs.

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lavndrrva‌:

Lavender stands outside the flower shop she works at, no sign of her usual smile on her face. As someone passes by her, Lavender picks up a single white rose and holds it out to the person. “Flower for Henry?” she offers. “We’re keeping him and his loved ones in our thoughts during this time. A flower isn’t much but it shows our love and support.” Lavender tries for a smile but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. @mistystarters​

maddie accepts the flower, a sad smile on her face. usually her trips to the flower shop were happier occasions, this time however there’s a somber tone in the air that makes her feel out of place. she had not known of the boy who disappeared, but she felt the loss all the same. “it’s a beautiful gesture,” she comments, unsure what else there was to say. “do you know the family well?” 

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jillians‌:

   it was hard enough being back in misty hollow. jillian was staying in her childhood home and as she tried to sort through the belongings of her parents, she purposefully stayed away from the shrine that used to be jack’s room. assoon as she returned back, a child went missing. “is this some sort of joke?” it hadn’t taken long for her thoughts to be unclear, for worry to set in that it was all happening again. while she couldn’t remember living through it, her parents had spent years instilling their own memories in her and indeed fictitious memories of her brother. “please tell me it’s not true…” her plea was to no one in particular, she just felt the need to say something. this couldn’t happen again; she needed to get back to los angeles as quickly as she could.

she had yet to hear the news, having slept off a terrible hangover and dawdling on her bed for hours. it wasn’t until her body called out for nutrition that she decided to leave – her stomach begging for anything other than the last bag of potato chips in her pantry. “what don’t you want to be true?” asked ada curiously from the other table as she waited on her order, the cup of coffee in her hand scalding. “did something happen?”

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ofsingersandsaints‌:

open starter: @mistystarters​ location: o’sullivan’s books

“Bah-bah-bah…” Maeve whispered, her hips rocking in time to the electronic music that was coming from her phone. The shop had been quiet that morning, and she found herself on TikTok. It was a simple dance, really, but Maeve didn’t have much going for her in hip action. “Doo-d-doo doo, doo-d-doo doo.” She tried to loosen up, and just as she did the bell on the front door rang. Her hands dropped quickly and her face got really red. “Umm, welcome to O’Sullivan’s Books!” Please don’t make fun of my dancing, she thought to herself.

ada had been wanting to experiment with some new mediums and had decided that a trip to o’sullivan’s would be the perfect place to start. she had planned to grab a few books and run, but she was greeted instead with a dancing maeve – something she found uniquely entertaining. “well don't stop on my account,” she encouraged, a soft smile on her face. “pretend like i’m not here, i’ll be really quick, i promise,” she, however, had not made a move towards the art section opting to see if maeve would start dancing again.

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mistysmoons‌:

a jolt of confidence goes through him, a smile curling up the corner of his lips. maybe he’d done something right. “coffee. sure. i…here.” he let’s a blank receipt process through the machine, and writes his number on the back of it, handing it over to her. “my number. text me any time.” he didn’t know what he was doing. he knew his history with any kind of relationship, he knew he would just end up fucking her up, but he couldn’t stop himself. maybe this time it would be different.

she watches him as he writes his number, admiring the way his curls fell over his face. her nerves slowly starting to dissipate as she realized that the attraction was not one-sided. she knew nothing about him, but she wanted to. “i’ll see you around then?” the statement coming off like a question as she takes the receipt from him. she gives him a closed mouth smile, before leaving for the snack bar. she types in his number and writes him a message: saturday, noon? maddie looks back at him expectantly, a remnant of a smile on her face as she waits for a reply. 

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hclyghxst‌:

“oh, come on. i can’t do enough to compensate after i literally threatened you with a knife,” she rolled her eyes. she should’ve been embarrassed. then again, was it exactly a threat? it felt more like danger to her own being, since it was more likely she would cut herself before she would actually harm someone. “was it a bad evening then?” she asked, not meaning to pry exactly, but offering a safe space to talk as she took another cookie and basically had half of it in one bite. “i’m… fine. exhausted, honestly, but there’s not much to do in this town other than… eat and work, so there’s that.”

“i felt more threatened by the dark than i did by you,” she admits. maddie had a hard time imagining juni as a violent person and doubted that she could have brought any harm to anyone she may have encountered. she took a small bite out of a cookie before answering, “pretty bad, but it was my fault. should’ve left when i could.” she was reluctant to give more information than that, having always been a private person. “i’m starting to feel like that’s all there is to life,” she frowned, realizing that her life sounded just as juni had described hers. “is it your job? or something else?”

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mistysmoons‌:

god. she was cute. and he couldn’t look away. something about her evident nerves made connor slightly more confident, as if he hadn’t fucked up everything with his shitty first impression. a little smile quirked up the corner of his lip and he nodded, then he looked down to put in the price of the ticket. once that was done, he handed it over to her, making sure to graze her hand a bit with his fingers. his heart skipped at the act. “i’ll see you in an hour and a half, then.” he smiled a bit, unable to look away from her eyes. 

as if his smirk wasn’t enough, his skin was soft and warm to touch as she accepted the ticket. maddie suddenly couldn’t imagine not seeing him again. it was odd seeing as before this morning he was nothing more than a picture on a screen. digging deep for confidence, she answered, “i could tell you about it over a cup of coffee if you like.” it may not have been the boldest suggestion, but it was what she could come up with. though she regretted it as soon as she said it, coffee shops and small talk had never been her area of expertise and she suspected that she would only embarrass herself further. she should have suggested a drink at the bar instead.

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hclyghxst‌:

“sure! it’s on the contact by the kitchen table!” she said as she rushed to her room to bring a pair of comfortable shoes so maddie would not have to be barefoot. when she comes back, she sits down for a second before jumping back onto her feet. “i’m sorry– i’m such a bad host. can i offer you some tea? coffee? cookies?”

“thank you, a cup of tea would be great if it isn’t too much trouble.” feeling awful for having barged into her home and making her feel inadequate, “you’re amazing honestly. you saved me from having to walk in these devil shoes and you’re giving me cookies,” she joked as she removed them, leaving them by the front door and taking the offered ones from juni. “you’re honestly the best part of my evening,” she winces as she remembers the catastrophe that was her night. at least the knife fiasco could be remembered as comical. in an effort to forget, “so... tell me how you’ve been?” afraid of reaching a lull in conversation, after all she was never sure if they were truly friends or just friendly, she added “or about these intense podcasts?”

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mistysmoons‌:

a twitch of a smile curled up the corner of his lips, as he imagined what it would be like to sit next to her during the movie. wrapping his arm around her, kissing her during boring scenes. why did he feel so fuckin’ nervous around her? and why did this impression feel like it mattered? “romance,” he nodded, and picked one of the newer movies he noticed a lot of couples going to see. “i think this is actually a romantic comedy, though i can’t attest as to whether or not it’s smart.” he looked up from the computer screen and flashed a bit of a smile. “you’ll just have to come back and let me know if it’s worth it, yeah?”

“a romantic comedy sounds perfect.” she said in a slightly higher pitch than normal. maddie could only imagine how pathetic she must seem to him, watching what she’s sure only couples went to by herself on a weekday morning. or maybe not, after all he had asked her to come back. perhaps he hadn’t accidentally swiped right as she had suspected. she gazed up at him, admiring his features and forgetting how to speak. "i’ll, um, drop by and give you my, uh,  full review after.” god when would she ever learn how to converse.

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dwcller‌:

Lord have mercy…

“None of that, Tank!” Peterson hollered when the canine coiled to launch herself at the other fallen prizes – as if one wasn’t enough. A loud huff left the Blue Nose when she froze in her tracks; clearly unhappy about the restraint of freedom. Normally the pitiful look would tug at his heart, but he couldn’t afford to linger on that. Not when he had a limited time to help scoop everything up before it could get stolen. 

Body situated between the other and his dog, Peterson gave a small chuckle. “She likes just ‘bout anythin’ that gets thrown. Stuffed animals, clothes, food, plastic bottles..” The list was endless, really. “Y’sure, though? She’s got a ton of toys– don’t let that lil’ face make y’think otherwise.”

despite the box’s light weight, she struggled with it’s size, her arms barely reaching the corners. maddie smiled at the dog, shifting her weight between both feet, “it’s fine really, i’d rather she have it than for it to sit on the shelf for months. i think that one, in particular, is made for dogs.” she shifted her gaze to the man, a thoughtful look on her face, “there’s a few more in here if your other dog would like one.”

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mercuriial‌:

he attempts to move his gaze up at ada’s finger as she draws a line across his forehead. suddenly feeling something warm across his skin, he furrows his brows, before reaching a finger up to his forehead, sampling a bit of whatever the other had smeared. sebastian licks the chocolate off of his finger then shoots the other a glare. “ you’re lucky this is chocolate and that i LIKE you, ” he wipes the rest of the chocolate off of his forehead with a finger, licking it off afterwards. “ hey, it’s either the kids get punished or you do — i don’t need to put YOU on a leash, do i ? ”

immune to his glare, ada covers her mouth as she giggles and watches him eat the chocolate off of his face with wild amusement. “if it had been the marshmallow would we have had a problem? or would you still be eating it off your face?” she asks, offering him the toasted marshmallow at the end of her stick as a peace offering. “i would gladly take this punishment, anything for the kids,” she jokes, “although i do think i’d need another drink for that.”

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screamingmcemies‌:

          ❝ And your idea of FUN is burning shit ? ❞ Valeria quipped with a satisfied smile on her lips, head bobbing along in agreement, ❝ I like the way you think — most people would pertain themselves to just drink, but you want to burn things along … quite PYROMANIAC of you, have your parents thought about studying you ? ❞ Her words were in light jest, knowing if things were permitted, she would riding right alongside the woman. However, she had been sustaining herself on a single beer so far, her hands free of alcohol near the flames, knowing that it could just end in disaster. She wanted to say no when the brunette offered her the piece of watercolor paint — it wasn’t bad, and if this was an example of the bad, then Valeria wondered what would be her BEST. ❝ Do you make it a routine to burn down bad art work, or are they brought specifically to the yearly bonfire ? ❞ ( @mcmories​ )

“it’s one of them,” she says excitedly, as she takes another random object and drops it into the fire, breaking eye contact to watch the flames consume it. “only a pyromaniac on march or april, specifically when this bonfire is held. although the amount of times i’ve set fire to my own kitchen would indicate otherwise,” she shares, wincing as she thought of all the times she’d accidentally left her stove on or set fire to a potholder. “i’m sure they’ve tried, but i’m just such a mystery,” she says sarcastically. she was an open book, her eyes too expressive to hide her feelings at any given moment.  “usually i just throw them in the bin, but it’s just not as satisfying. go on then, throw it into the fire – or not, you can keep it if you like.” she looked up at the woman, realizing that she had no idea who she was – a rarity in such a small town. “i’ve never seen you around here before, i’m ada.”

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screamingmcemies‌:

          Valeria couldn’t help but to smile at the SWEETNESS of the other woman, she appeared to have around the same age as her, but her excitement made her indefinitely younger. ❝ Oh, I am not a STRANGER to burning things, believe me, I just don’t believe it’s a good way of cleansing the soul — it never worked for me, ❞ the brunette shrugged lightly, ❝ why LETTERS though ? ❞ She asked in curiosity — not really knowing how bad decisions transformed themselves in letters. ❝ Are those confessions of past bad decisions ? ❞ ( @mcmories​ )

“well i don’t think you have to cleanse your soul tonight, it’s just a bit of fun – something to do before the kids all leave and we drink ourselves silly,” she answered, resisting the urge to ask what exactly her soul needed cleansing for. “confessions and bad poetry.” with her penchant for oversharing, she added, “i found an old journal from a less than pleasant year and ripped out some pages, now when i look through it, it seems like a decent year. ” she pulled out a piece and while pulling a heartbroken face, threw it into the fire. “now it’s your turn,” she insisted, giving the girl a piece of paper with an eerie watercolor self-portrait.

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mercuriial‌:

— * OPEN STARTER ! / @mistystarters​.

“ be HONEST — is my outfit ugly or do i have something on my face or something ? i’ve had four kids come up to me, LAUGH at my face, and then run away. i was a total shitbag when i was seven years old, but i was NOT that fucking annoying. i won’t lie — kids on leashes doesn’t sound like such a bad idea right now. ”

“yeah,” she nodded vigorously attempting not to giggle, “you’ve got a little something.” ada leaned over, melted chocolate on her fingers and drew a line straight across his forehead. it was probably not smart to mess around with her boss like this, but she was drunk. she could stew over her misdeeds later, or never. it would most likely be never. “awww, don’t punish the kids just because you’re messy.”

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dwcller‌:

status: open ( bonfire ) | @mistystarters​

Though less known as a man of refined tastes via the world of art, Douglas had a few other skills hidden up his sleeve. Creating songs was one of them - albeit a smaller, less touched upon interest compared to his usual jobs. Yet even he got tired of the constant apprehension and anxiety induced nausea. So what better way to ease his mind than to slam down a few drinks and fiddle with a few chords with some choice words?

A pen wiggled between his fingers as he tried to conjure the words to another verse. “Alright, let’s all go to the picnic, let’s all go have a drink… let’s see, what rhymes with drink?” He thought out loud; hardly even noticing that his words could be heard by another.

without a thought, ada sang the words he said off tune, “alright, lets all go to the picnic, let’s all go have a drink,” as an answer to his question, she added, “let’s all go to the picnic, so we can have a think.” she laughed, knowing that her addition was terrible. “i think i just ruined the song.”

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screamingmcemies‌:

          OPEN STARTER ! && @mistystarters​

          It was weird to see the town pulling together like that, two years and Valeria still hadn’t been used to the feeling of community. Eyes trained on the fire burning and the coziness of the bonfire, she wondered if it would always be this STRANGE.  ❝ I heard some kids saying they were bringing some things to burn in the fire— are you partaking in this terrible decision, too ?  ❞

“i’ve got a whole shoebox full of letters and knick-knacks that i plan to dramatically throw into the fire one by one,” she laughed, said paint-splattered shoebox in her hands. “i’m kind of the champion of terrible decisions really. come on, i’ll let you throw one in the fire. i promise it’s invigorating.”

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hclyghxst‌:

“Just… weird unexplained murders?” She rolls her eyes. For someone whose mother is obsessed with those things, it is perhaps a bit weird to indulge in such things, but hey, it was not her reality, so it was, by all means, some sort of escape as well. “Oh, of course it’s no bother. Come on in. I’ll… give you some sleepers and some tea while we wait.”

“then you’re definitely forgiven,” she smiled, “i would be on edge too if i’d been listening to that and someone decided to loudly jump behind a tree outside my home.” with a sigh of relief, she followed juni inside thankful for the reprieve from the chilly night. “thank you so much, you’re basically saving my life right now.” remembering that her phone was dead, “could i borrow a phone charger?”

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mistysmoons‌:

the moment she looked up, he let himself look at her the way he had wanted to. taking in her features in a way he couldn’t with a photo, his lips parted a bit if only in awe of her. what the fuck was he feeling? the coworker who sat beside him’s glare was burning into the side of his head. he knew he’d get made fun of later, but he didn’t care. 

well. maybe he cared a little bit. 

he was so distracted, he didn’t even notice when she spoke again. as soon as the question left her lips, he turned around to look at the board, then back at her. “what kind of movies do you like?”

it was a simple enough question, but as someone who had done hours of introspection, she’s never really asked herself simple things like what she enjoyed. she watched horror with her friends because they liked it, watched sci-fi with her dad because he liked it, and foreign films with her mother because she liked it. she probably looked stupid, how does a person not know? she ran her fingers through her hair, looked up at the signboard once more before making eye contact – a mistake since it made her falter once more. she’d always been weak for pretty boys. “romance,” she answered, “i like the predictability of them. but a good comedy usually does the trick too – smart ones.”