𝗇𝗼 𝘣𝗼𝖽𝘆 ⁿ̲ᵒ̲ ̲ᶜ̲ʳ̲ⁱ̲ᵐ̲ᵉ̲

I THINK HE DID IT BUT I JUST CAN'T PROVE IT.

[merlotaffair]

no body, no crime. ( … ) a private multi-muse by amira

low activity. mainly plot-based. thematically focusing on : small-town ghosts & southern gothic rot, women who disappear and women who don’t, sins passed down like heirlooms, sisterhood, suspicion, and the art of survival, mythic devotion, quiet violence, and the bite of longing. ♡

[saintsave]

she hears the warmth and laughter in hiccup's voice before she answers to it. even after all the time spent together, his voice still stirs a fondness inside astrid's chest. the kind of pride she'd rather wrestle with than admit. as the wind claws at her cheeks, stormfly cuts clean through the sky, astrid's braids billowing behind her. risking a glance over at hiccup, she studies him. no longer is he the boy who used to hide behind forge smoke, he now flies like he'd been born with wings his whole life. (somedays, astrid can't help but wonder if hiccup had been born with wings and everyone in the village had been too blind to see it.) eyes narrowing at him as toothless settles alongside stormfly, a smirk tugs at the corners of her mouth. 'oh, please! if i wanted to win, you'd already be staring at my back!' as if on cue, stormfly snaps her wings and surges ahead in friendly challenge, astrid leaving a trail of loud laughter in her wake. for a moment, they give hiccup the actual imagery of what she had stated: her back, before slowing down, allowing him and toothless to pull up alongside them once more. because, of course, he does. only this time, the brunette deliberately bumps his shoulder. 'and, for the record, i don't mind losing.' her signature intrepid gaze softens, just for a moment, before returning back to daring. 'i just mind when you get too cocky about winning. it's not good for your health!'

[merlotaffair]

hiccup lets out a sound halfway between a laugh and mock offense, leaning back in his saddle as if physically wounded by the claim. ❝ cocky? ❞ he repeats, voice carried thin but clear through the rush of wind. ❝ astrid, i am the embodiment of modesty. a monument to restraint. they’ll carve statues of my humility someday. ❞ toothless snorts loudly, ruining the performance. hiccup shoots his dragon a betrayed look before glancing back at her, really back at her. at the spark behind her eyes that always flares when she’s half-daring him, half-daring herself. ❝ and besides, ❞ he continues, lowering his voice just enough that she has to lean a fraction closer, ❝ if i’d actually wanted to win, you wouldn’t have had time to make that speech. i was pacing myself. being generous. very heroic of me! ❞ a crooked grin tugs at his mouth, wind-reddened cheeks splitting around it. below them, berk sprawls wild and changed, dragons threading through rooftops like living constellations. ❝ but if you’re worried, ❞ he adds, voice warm now, not teasing so much as steady, ❝ you can keep me humble. seems safer that way. ❞ toothless dives suddenly, playful and sharp, and hiccup laughs — full, unguarded, unafraid. ❝ first one to the cliffs again? ❞ he calls, already urging his dragon forward. ❝ and this time, no excuses about my fragile health. ❞ the sky opens. the light shifts, and the dragons dance again.

[merlotaffair]

@gabzwrld : we never discussed what happened between us. jackie & shauna.

jackie watches her the way one watches something already breaking, not with surprise, not with cruelty, but with the careful attention reserved for a wound you recognize as your own. she has had nothing but time to replay it. the glances that lasted too long. the sleepovers that felt like rehearsals for something unnamed. the way jealousy bloomed in her chest like frost and she pretended it was pride. they never discussed it because jackie never wanted it named. naming it would have made it real. and if it was real, then she would have had to admit she wanted shauna in a way that had nothing to do with best friends or borrowed sweaters or shared secrets under blankets. she would have had to admit that when shauna looked at her, it felt like being chosen, and that she built her whole sense of self on that choice. ❝ we didn’t have to, ❞ jackie says now, voice quieter than it ever was in life. ghost-soft . . . snow-soft. ❝ you always knew. ❞ she moves closer, though her feet make no sound. she has become very good at hovering just out of reach. ❝ you knew every time i watched you instead of him. every time i got angry and couldn’t explain why. ❞ a pause, heavy. ❝ you knew when i asked if you were mad at me and what i meant was, are you still mine? ❞

[merlotaffair]

@gabzwrld : you should know me by now. hiccup & astrid.

in another world, he would have tripped over his own foot trying to respond. but this is not the boy who hid behind blacksmith smoke and sarcasm he often has to remind himself, this is the boy who tamed dragons. the wind is merciless at this height. astrid leans forward ahead of him, laughter torn loose by speed, braid whipping back like a battle banner. toothless dips sharply just to show off, and hiccup swears the dragon is smirking. hiccup squints against the wind, grinning despite himself. she’s right (she almost always is) but he’s never going to make it that easy. he shifts his grip, leaning into the turn as toothless banks hard over the cliffs of berk, dragons wheeling beneath them like sparks caught in an updraft. ❝ oh, i know you, ❞ he calls back, voice bright with mischief. ❝ you’re about to pretend this isn’t a race, and then get very competitive when i pass you. ❞ toothless dives suddenly, and hiccup whoops as the ground rushes up to meet them before pulling sharply into a climb. the sea flashes silver below. the village is smaller from here, softer somehow. he levels out beside her, just close enough that their shoulders almost brush. ❝ you don’t like losing, ❞ he adds, teasing but warm. ❝ and you definitely don’t like being wrong. ❞

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS *  assorted dialogue for giving your characters a history and giving them past things or events to talk about, adjust as necessary

do you remember what i told you last time?

have you been doing well since i saw you?

that's not what you told me back then.

when was the last time i saw you?

you were shorter then.

i'm picking the restaurant this time.

we've known each other since we were children.

always knew i could count on you.

that time was different. this is worse.

you're not going to let me live that down, are you?

i seem to remember a conversation we had back then.

so you changed your mind about it?

do you remember our encounter in paris?

you should know me by now.

am i the only one that knows the truth?

we had a lot of help back then.

your mom told me to look out for you.

you just love bringing that back up to annoy me.

maybe don't mention my past indescretions?

this was never going to work out between us.

i told you not to get attached.

i know more about you than you think.

i was there, remember?

i'm not about to forget all the shit you put me through.

you told me you were going to try and make this work.

remember what i said to you?

the last time i saw you, things were good between us.

you never mentioned this before.

that was the longest flight of my life, and you made it worse.

can i still trust you after all that?

at least we tried to make something work.

we never discussed what happened between us.

okay, but i'm driving the car this time.

i haven't forgotten what you said last week.

i'm still thinking about your comment.

i didn't realize it was you when i first saw you.

you seem to make a lot of enemies around here.

there's not much for us to talk about.

we worked it out last time.

i know you far better than you know yourself.

we have a long history.

is that the shirt you were wearing last time?

what don't i know about you?

i haven't told them about us.

you were the only person i could go to.

you know me.

this is bigger than both of us.

i can't stand your driving.

are you taking me to the place we had dinner last time?

that's not at all what you said.

didn't we agree on that?

i thought i made it very clear where i stand.

are these the same people that came after you last time?

are you still going on about it?

can we talk about it?

staying silent about it won't help.

you're the only person who knows the real me.

this is a bad time to talk about your problems.

[psychecreations]

How to Train Your Dragon (2025) Directed by Dean DeBlois

[naileadevoras]

[dailywoc]

Simone Ashley photographed by Rebecca Spencer for L’Oreal Paris.