SALT MARRED.

indie demigoddess oc

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open. *

you’re running on borrowed time .   dead girl walking . the dreams get worse , get violent . mouth like mycanae   (   the ancients weep   ---   they weep for you , darling girl   ) ,  tongue like gunmetal . waifish   &   ghastly , a pitiful display   :   bone grove girl .   you’re dying .   can’t you tell ? 

❛   hey , so , i just wanted to , like , i dunno .   ❜   a wistful pause . mouth settling into a line , whimsical gaze cast aside .   ❛   i just wanted to say , i really like you , you know ?           just , thanks for being there for me .   i appreciate it .   ❜

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ofadventurers. * 

           A long journey lays behind him and Otto is tired. About an hour ago, he sat himself down on a wooden bench in a park he doesn’t even know the name of and now, an hour later — he finds himself slowly waking up from a nap that was needed that he wasn’t aware of. With a hazy vision, his gaze lands on a blonde girl. She appears so familiar, yet he can’t remember where he knows her from. Instead of going towards her and perhaps striking up a conversation, he remains seated, staring in a way that is beyond creepy.

she sat across from him.   hazy autumn withered to the cold reaches of winter, frigidity nipped in the cool speckles of dawn. she’d humoured herself with a languished walk in the park,   dripping lassitude   &   careless ease. it is when she sits   for a rest that she notices the dream - dazed boy,   finding him seemingly familiar   ( perhaps seen once, in a dream).   peering from her own park bench, she lifts a preened brow, cants her head.   inaudible.   but her curiosity screeches like siren’s song.

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dismalisms. *

          fingers run through greasy locks, weight shifting from one foot to the other. question is disregarded, focus upon her well being. ❛ you wanna come over to my place and rest for a while? i promise I won’t try anything. ❜

❛   what is there to try?   ❜   deadened confusion.   she’s never been one for lewd humour.   lifts her fawn - fair features, watching him with a steady leer.   a nod.   ❛   but okay. i think i need that. i won’t be a bother, would i?   ❜

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dismalisms. *

          chocolate hues scan the other’s frame, brows furrowing with concern. ❛ yeah, but that doesn’t really matter. ❜ a pause.❛ are you good? ❜

guilt amassed, her attention divulged to the other forthright.   eyes wide with burden.

                           ❛ yeah. i’m fine. just having been getting enough sleep. what’s up? ❜

[morpheum-blog]

lvnesome. *

free-lancer, smoke hued child of D R E A M S and sleep. the ashen child of nightmares, the great CALAMITY, the angel of ( SMALL DEATH ) a blossoming heart, WARMING smile, fingertips gentle as first winter’s snow ( and finn likes her ALREADY. ) he- with dulcet lashes that CODDLE to the plump lovingness of cheekbones, a sugar-coated apathy, eyes BRIGHT with prospect and joy. it wasn’t an OFTEN endeavour he took, to WANDER past the safety of camp. but now was an EXCEPTION, son of darkness and night skies, son of MOTHER MOON- her silver starred boy regards earth with utmost caution. ( one with such POWER needs protection, not to behoove themselves upon the tribulations of mortal man’s weaknesses. use your power, LOCK IT UP- KEEP IT SAFE. never let yourself see the light of d a y. ) and he regards the smoke-lunged daughter of somnia with a profound RESPECT ( though it be HIM with the mother of older origin. ) ‘ h-hey… sorry to interrupt, just wanted y’t’know that y’dropped one of your flowers- here. ‘

            ❛   ah, no way   ---   thank you!   ❜

spared a   penchant   for collecting wildflowers,   knotting their verdant pedicles into   gnarled offing.   oft would she carry them home to mother,   suffering only pithy reprimanding   ;   what with the dirtiness of flowers   &   all.         she found the sacrifice to surpass the   beration, with dulled tulip heads   wavering in the sun - lit   dream of her bedroom. zola   ( scion of sleep, slumber’s midwife)   smiles unto the other boy.           he, a creature of overwhelming capacity, ruptured by delicate gossamer   veil. even one as inept as her could   pillage through the shroud of his innocence.   MIGHTY, MIGHTY, MIGHTY was he. a swill of function amassed in sylph - bones. reaching delicate hands,   she accepts the misplaced carnation steadfast. arranging it into the botch of her bouquet,   before offering it to the wilting child.

                                                                               ❛   ---------------   here. for you.   ❜

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misdiirection. *

           “—i’m glad you weren’t expecting an answer, ‘cause you wouldn’t have got one.” isn’t he just glad she’s such a kind, generous soul. that cookie doesn’t even touch the sides. “if i were you i’d keep them all to myself.”

               ❛   nonsense. if i kept them all i’d die, or something!   ❜   

laughter,   brims like sparrow’s song.   zola lifts the basket held placidly in her hands,   offering him to whichever treats he desired within it.   SHARING IS CARING,   after all.   &   there is nothing she adores more !

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ensignfinnclifton. *

     it’s not in his nature to be forgiving, but he supposes he can make an exception for once. the boy surveys her for a moment before taking the plushie with the lightest of grins. “y’coulda at least texted me, jerk.” that’s finn clifton for i’m glad you’re back <3.

there is no ire,   no melancholy.   &   in turn, she returns his remark   with glee. blight footfall fills the tangible gap between them,   arms thrown around his torso as she   welcomes   him into a warm embrace.

                                                   ❛   my excuse is that my mom took my phone.                                                           ugh.   finny. i missed you so much.   ❜

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coderebel. *

           he sneers.            cold, calculating & void of empathy, he finds in himself a lack of reasons to exhibit any show of comfort. all attempts to mingle with   softened   smiles or stares is promptly reared back by the disconcert nature that surrounds him upon her greeting.     he is a   cold stature,   & the nymphs ought to fear him. wherever the light of his stature spreads to, the earth cowers in uncertainty towards the bold figure  — the  cast iron bastard   with his eyes fixated to the dream girl.

                         ❛    what do you v’ant ?    ❜

             ❛   ------------   oh.   ❜

she is not well - received   &   thus brims her affliction. she is     more - or - less,  used to warm smiles   &   branded embraces   ( granted those reunions had been promised returns ).        but kenneth’s coldness gives her worry, gaze sauntering to the   heels of her feet. she would like to blame her mother’s rigidity,   but knows it is only her carelessness   &   manic disposition that holds blame.

                       what is a  DREAM GIRL  to do,   then? perhaps flee   ;   to scything slumber.

          ❛   just.   wanted to say hi. sorry.        yeah. sorry. should i go? i should go.   ❜

[vicalovesherself]

[dailywomen]

People will make mean comments. People are going to say that you’re fat, that you’re this, that you’re that. You just have to be comfortable in your own skin.

[andrewharlow]

’Slow Walking Trees’ Southwest & Northeast, 2012 Photograph

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lovedwar. *

‘ I was to intrigued in your —( beauty ) to give a care of what else may be transpiring around us. ’

            ❛   seriously? i think i saw something. i don’t know what,                          ---------   but it’s seriously skeeving me out!   ❜

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lovedwar. *

‘ what pretty eyes you have ’ callisti purred gazing at the blonde woman’s stunning eyes.

          ❛   thank you!! your eyes are super pretty too.   ❜

crooning to the compliment, zola bats thick lashes toward the other. cheeks stained pink!

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robbxr. *

         “ – ??” He did hear that, although he barely believed it. He surely had other worries than his LOOKS, normally. He blinked, slowly retreating the hand that was originally reaching out for the girl’s purse. Shit… She was CUTE?! Fillan shot a grin at her, raising a brow. “I– Well- same goes for you, Ma’am?”

             ❛   oh. you think so? never thought so much                       for me. my mom thinks i’m too big.   ❜

she hardly notices the hand creeping at her side. zola effie de agnis ---   mostly likely to be mugged!  

                         ❛   but seriously, i bet you could make some serious cash.                                            my mom’s a fashion designer, you know. she’s looking for                                models for her male line, if you’re interested.   ❜

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@dismalisms. * 

cheeks sunken. hair a mess. she offers them little of a gaze. dreary, distraught. were they speaking? a heavy exhale drawn, mouth parting.

                                                          ❛   ----------- huh? oh. were you talking to me?   ❜

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@coderebel. * 

isn’t she used to running without guilt?  the promise of return lingers always, anywhere. the only emotions tacked to the label of her suitcase was   ‘ missing - you - fever ‘.   but besides that, she ravaged the world without shame.       & yet, she stands before him with quivering knees. a soft quip of her voice resounding.

                                              ❛   hey. been a while. hasn’t it?   ❜

[morpheum-blog]

tag dump!

（ ˢᵃᶫᵗ ᵐᵃʳʳᵉᵈ ᶰᶦᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉˢ⋅ ᵃ ᶜᵃʳᶜᵃˢˢ ᵗᵒ ʷᵉᵉᵖ ᶠᵒʳ ）﹕ form. ❜

（ ᵍᵒʳᵍᵉᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵍᶫᵘᵗ⋅ ˢʰᵃᵐᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃ ᵇᵘʳᶰᶦᶰᵍ ᵗʰʳᵒᵃᵗ ）﹕ musings. ❜

（ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᶰᶫʸ ᵐᵃᶰ ᶦ ᶰᵉᵉᵈ ᶦˢ ᶫᵒᵘᶦˢ ᵛᵘᶦᵗᵗᵒᶰ ）﹕ isms. ❜

（ ᶫᵘᶫᶫᵃᵇᶦᵉˢ ﹠ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵈᶦᵉˢ ）﹕ requiem. ❜

（ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐ ᵇᶦᵗ⋅ ᶜʰᶦᵐᵉʳᵃˢ ᶜʳᵒᵒᶰᶦᶰᵍ ）﹕ voiceclaim. ❜

（ ᶦ ᶠᶫᶦᶜᵏ ᶫᶦᵍʰᵗ ˢʷᶦᵗᶜʰᵉˢ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʷᵉᵗ ᶠᶦᶰᵍᵉʳᵗᶦᵖˢ ）﹕ aesthetic. ❜

（ ʰᵉʳ ᵐᵒᵘᵗʰ ʷᵃˢ ᵃᶫʷᵃʸˢ ᵃ ˢᶫᵘʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗᵒʳᵐᵉᶰᵗ ）﹕ mother. ❜

（ ʳᵉᵛᵉʳᶦᵉˢ ʳᵃᵛᵃᵍᵉᵈ ᵇᵉᶰᵉᵃᵗʰ ᵖᵃᶫᶫᵒᵘʳ ᶠᶫᵉˢʰ ）﹕ visage. ❜

（ ᵇᵃᵇʸ ᵈᵃʰᶫ ⁻ ᶜᶫᵒᵃᵏᵉᵈ ᶦᶰ ᵖᵉᶜᵘᶫᶦᵃʳᶦᵗʸ ）﹕ raiment. ❜

（ ᵗʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵈᵃᵐᶰ ʰᵒᵉ ˢʰᶦᵗ ᶰᶦᶜᵒ ）﹕ ooc. ❜

（ ᵃ ˢᶫᵉʷ ᵒᶠ ᵈʸˢᵖʰᵒʳᶦᵃ ）﹕ verse i. ❜

（ ᵉᶰᵛᵒʸ ᵒᶠ ᵉᵗʰᵉʳᵉᵃᶫᶦᵗʸ ⁻ ˢᶫᵘᵐᵇᵉʳˢ ˢᵉʳᵛᵃᶰᵗ ）﹕ dossier. ❜

（ ᶦ ᶫᵉᶠᵗ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᶦᶰ ᵇᵉʳᶫᶦᶰ ）﹕ queue. ❜

（ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵃʷᶰ ʷʰᵒ ᵉᶰᵗᵉʳᵉᵈ ᵒᵘʳ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ ᶦᶰ ʷʰᶦᵗᵉ ᵈᵃʷᶰ ）﹕ chara study. ❜

（ ᶦ ᵗʰᶦᶰᵏ ᶦ ˢᵃʷ ʸᵒᵘ ᶦᶰ ᵐʸ ˢᶫᵉᵉᵖ ᵈᵃʳᶫᶦᶰᵍ ）﹕ ask memes. ❜

（ ᵃᶰ ᵉᶫᶫᶦᵖˢᶦˢ ᵒᶠ ˢʰᵃʳᵈˢ ﹠ ˢᵖᶦᶰᵉˢ ）﹕ meta. ❜