DO I DREAM AGAIN?

indie multimuse written by zoe.

[mysteryprone]

in a silly goofy mood tonight apparently

[mysteryprone]

hiiiiiiiiii i moved jen to her own blog 😊

[privateraelle]

motherland fort salem week: day 4     ↳ favorite cast member

[mysteryprone]

hopelass​:

     there’s been a question lurking on his tongue for  days  now .        at  first,    his  plan  was  to  ask  it  as  fast  as  possible  so  that  ophelia  wouldn't  be  able  to  hear  it  properly,   but  hiro    (  with  his  big  brain  and  all,  )    had  pointed  out  that  such  an  endeavor  would  only  end  with  him  having  to  ask  twice.       then,   to  make  matters  worse,   all  of  his  other  friends  had  only  said  the  same  thing   :    you  just  gotta  get  it  over  with  like  you  would  ripping  off  a  band  aid.       if  fred  wasn't  the  one  in  this  situation,   he  likely  would  have  given  the    SAME     nugget  of  advice,    but  being  on  the  other  side  of  things  is  always  worse.    and  now  oph  is  here,   and  the  banquet  he's  supposed  to  have  a  date  for  is  only  a  day  away,   and  he's  hopelessly  squandered   most   of  his  precious  time.        what  does  this  mean  ?        well  that  he's  gonna  have  to   WING  IT,   obviously.

   ❛   we  should  play  twenty  questions  —   ❜      he  says,    suddenly  tossing  his  comic  book  to  the  side  as  she  bites  into  a  slice  of  pizza.       fred  continues  on  with  what  can  only  be  described  as  nervous  swagger.        ❛   here,   i'll  ask  first.         how  do  you  feel  about    DRESSES  ?        particularly  long,   ballgown  ones    -    y'know,   like  the  ones  girls  wear  to  prom  ?   ❜

@mysteryprone  ;  for  OPHELIA .   /    STARTER  CALL.

        ❛ wait, what? ❜ ophelia’s not blind. fred’s been acting so weird for the last few days, and honestly, she was like, a day away from just asking him what’s on his mind herself. now that he’s told her, though ( or at least she’s assuming this is it, judging by the nervous energy practically exploding off of him ), she’s even more confused. dresses — especially prom dresses, considering both of them are quite a few years out of high school at this point — are probably the very last thing she expected fred to ask her about, and she can’t help the confused expression that slips across her face. like, this is weird, right? she’s not being weird about it, this is a weird thing for him to ask her about, right? eyebrows furrowed, she turns to face fred fully, the hand holding her pizza slice stretching across the couch to drop it back onto the cardboard of the pizza box.

        ❛ dude, what are you talking about? ❜ to her credit, she does consider the question still, not wanting to leave him hanging. running a hand through green hair, ophelia shrugs, pressing one shoulder against the side of the couch.  ❛ but, uh, i don’t like — mind them, i guess? like i’m not a huge fan, and i’d prefer to, like, not wear them, but i’m not gonna burst into flames wearing a dress or anything. ❜ 

[mysteryprone]

thinkin abt my gorls

[evermore-fashion]

Teuta Matoshi ‘Starry’ Haute Couture Gowns

[angel-reyes]

[cosmiccry]

Picasso, 2020

Acrylic on canvas

This is a commission piece that I’m extremely proud of.

[magicwithcolors]

[mysteryprone]

drivenashell​:

     “Alright!”   He sounds much more excited than he probably should,  lugging in a considerably large box of big,  heavy books into his office.     “I have about two more of these,”   Emmett says,  gesturing to the crate,   “And a few more boxes of — other stuff.”     Folders,  binders,  trinkets,  office supplies,  photos,  supplies for the break room.   You name it,  much of it is sitting either in the doorway in small, compact cardboard boxes,  or in the back seat of his car.     “Pepper’s going to swing by with coffee in an hour — make sure you text me your order — and I think all the furniture has already been brought in,  so we’re good on that regard …   Alright!   So,  you can get started on fitting these giants in the bookcase — be super careful with the volume numbers,  I’m not entirely sure Pep took them out in any specific order — and I’ll start setting up the computer.   Sound good?”           /           @mysteryprone

       ❛ jeez, dude, are you, like, secretly ripped or something? ❜ calling her boss dude probably isn’t one of sabrina’s brighter ideas, but she’s not exactly known for her good ones, so. eh. she peers over at him from the teetering top of her own box, fingers tapping inconspicuously against the cardboard to lighten the feel of the load in her own arms, nail beds glowing a soft pink underneath the black of her nail polish. placing it down onto a desk with a huff, sabrina rests her arms across the cardboard, both hands curling into lazy thumbs up as she surveys the room and the work they have cut out for them in the next couple hours. despite the fact that she can already taste the exhaustion that’ll hit her by the time they finish, a smile spreads across her face. she did luck out working for someone whose company she genuinely enjoys, huh?  ❛ sounds good to me! i’ll reunite the bookcase with its lost children, no worries. ❜ she sticks her tongue between her teeth as she grins, biting back a laugh.  ❛ will you judge me if i get like, an extra large and a small? ‘cause i already know i’m gonna need more than an extra large, and unfortunately, i don’t think extra extra large exists yet. ❜

[mohlinas]

I THINK YOU MAKE ME A BETTER WRITER.  by kitty. 

                                                           I THINK WE MAKE EACH OTHER BETTER.                                                                                                                        by zoe.

[hopelass-a2]

       SHE OWES THE BACK    alleys  of  leningrad  something  for  keeping  her  hidden  from  the  red  police.           the  underbelly  of  the  city  is  mapped  out  on  the  back  of  milana’s  palm.        she  has  memorized  each  twist  and  turn,   and  remembers  them  even  after  all  this  time.      gun  is  slung  across  her  breast  as  she  takes  one  step,   two  steps,   three  steps  up  to  the  porch.       underneath  a  coat  a  good  five  sizes  too  big  is  her  tattered  dress,   and  under  her  tattered  dress,   her  shaking  frame.         milana  is  brittled  by  the  cold,   but  she,   after  a  marathon  across  her  homeland,   has  reached  her  destination.            “  —   it’s   MILANOCHKA.  ”        she  says  as  she  raps  the  barrel  against  the  door.       she  can’t  remember  the  last  time  she’s  spoken,    the  last  time  she’s  heard  her  nickname. 

@mysteryprone​   <3′d for a starter.

[mysteryprone]

        the rush of hot feeling that had surged through alina at karina’s safe return to them hadn’t lasted long, slowly seeping out through the empty hole left by milana’s continued absence until she was left just as cold and stony and empty as always. karina had been something they could’ve handled — volkov was a bitch to deal with, but they could deal with him ( even if the new state of her and konstantin’s fingers may have said otherwise ), but milana’s situation was new, and dangerous. one wrong move could put mila in danger that they, for once, wouldn’t be able to dodge,, and that wasn’t a risk they were willing to take. it had left them frustratingly at a loss, the days since they’d last seen her stretching uncomfortably farther and farther away.

        someone at their door is normally not a good sign — both kasha and kolya are home, tucked together in a bed somewhere — and it’s not like they’re expecting someone. but the fight leaves alina’s body for the first time when she catches the soft voice speaking along with the knock, and before she knows it, she’s crossed the room to the door, flinging it open. perhaps she should’ve been more careful, should have considered the possibility that it could’ve been a trap, but she’s always trusted her mila. 

        something akin to a sob lurches out of her at the sight before her, and finally, finally, her sweet milanochka returns to her arms. 

[juliawvicker]

[gisellesdoodles]

she-ra print for anime north

[mysteryprone]

talkstoants​:

     “So ,”     words are spoken in an almost leisurely manner ,   and the smile on Scott’s face would lead you to believe that he wasn’t about to spew some smart - ass comment .     But as always ,   win all matters pertaining to Ant - Man ,   you’re never going to receive just what you expect .     “If Ant - Man wanted a social media admin …   admin ?    Manager !   Same thing .     If Ant - Man wanted a social media manager — how into that would you be ?     Considering I think you’ve had the most interaction with my Twitter as is .”     How serious is he being with this ?          /           @mysteryprone​

       ❛ dude, what? ❜ eyebrows immediately furrow, confusion settling onto dylan’s face before scott’s even halfway done his sentence. due to the nature of their friendship, she takes most of what he says only half-seriously, just by default, and this is a rare moment in which he’s actually thrown her off a bit. ❛ are you trying to offer me — a job? ❜ she leans back in her chair, crossing her arms with a laugh that sounds just a little less teasing than normal.  ❛ do you even, like, need one? i mean, you’re not that big a deal. ❜

[mysteryprone]

a funky lil blog roll! (realistically high activity is still fairly low activity but this is jst who im most likely to be on rather than How much i will be there)

regular multi / medium activity - u are here!

julie molina / high activity - @mohlinas

it lives multi / high activity - @nervehigh

bell duncan, oc / medium/high activity - @mermade

blue, oc / low activity - @99centspells

[witchinghour]

The Haunting of Hill House (2018) dir. Mike Flanagan