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quoth the raven: thats just how it is on this bitch of an earth

#☆ — — musings ft. lyra abernathy !#me out of character tb h

alright sweet peas, i won’t be on much today because i have a very busy day scheduled but i’ll try and be as active as possible ! stay hydrated y’all and ilu.

#yes #my ooc mascot is now a kitty #really resonates within my soul #lilygroveooc

monster, knife, corpse

creepy girl asks.STATUS: ACCEPTING !!

monster — ; my muse(s)’ worst habits

so, we’ll start with effy ! eff is the type of character where like if you give them the chance, they’ll literally destroy you with their words. like granted, they can build you up with their words but their hatefulness can cut like a heated knife. they have the worst habit of letting their anger control them, because they rarely ever get angry and thus, when they do, it’s a shit storm. have fun with whoever makes them mad !

as for lyra, lyra is pretty shit at genuinely giving a shit. it’s her worst habit. if she can go through life not caring, she would and has. but when she does care, it’s a habit of hers to fall deeply in love with a person and she ends up idolizing them. which is :/ not cute.

knife — ; something my muse’s are good at cooking or baking

effy: repeat after me: nothing.lyra: anything overtly salty, such as herself.

corpse — ; something my muse’s would love to do but can’t

for effy, i think it’s probably that they wish they could read minds. obviously, that’s not something they’re able to do. but they’d want to be able to do so because they like to tell who is lying and who isn’t because for the most part, they are shit at recognizing that.

lyra, on the other hand, would like to be able to love. she loves the idea of love but she’s far to damaged to open herself up to someone in such a sensitive way and let them in and possibly destroy her.

#tbt #because i'm lazy #edenxrose

closed starter for @spiritdarcy !!

effy: i need a friend. effy: and i don’t ask much for help but... effy: can you send me a voice message with you singing? it’ll help me feel this void of feeling lonely.

#spiritdarcy #☆ — — interactions ft. effy boncroft !

creepy girl ask meme

doll: some of your favorite makeup products

bruise: the worst wound you've ever received

taxidermy: your favorite animal(s)

eyeball: some of your favorite films

syringe: someone you trust with everything

porcelain: your favorite article of clothing

plush: your favorite childhood toy

blood: some of your favorite foods

pentagram: your faith or spirituality

splatter: your favorite artists or art pieces

teacup: some of your favorite beverages

corpse: something you would love to do but can't

knife: something you're good at cooking or baking

lollipop: some of your favorite candy

monster: your worst habits

pills: something you'd change about yourself

potion: something you'd change about humanity

asylum: your favorite place in the world

mantis: your sexual orientation

stitches: some of your self-care habits

velvet: your favorite era for fashion and aesthetics

teeth: something that makes you laugh

piano: something that makes you cry

witch: a power you wish you had

chainsaw: your favorite sound

ribbon: your favorite color combinations

pigtails: how affectionate you are

succubus: your weirdest kinks

ghost: a historical figure you're drawn to

lullaby: songs you love to sing

#tbt.

*stand by me plays in the background* !!

as the coffee was set on their table, savannah held her breath and attempted to stop her own sobbing. after a few seconds, she let go. until the voice of her previous lover made her pause for a quick second. the keychain charms on inside her purse, usagi, olaf, and the cat in the hat, all began to mutter amongst themselves. it’s effy! effy’s here! they’re talking to our savvy!

savannah quickly tapped against her purse to shush them and tried to wipe her tears away. however, she failed to get all of them because the tears kept coming and coming - all out of the girl’s conscious control.

“h-hey. hi, effy. i..i’m fine.” she sputtered, slightly saddened by the moniker. it brought back memories of the two.

they take a deep inhale, looking down at the cuticle of their fingers which were dry and shriveled, cracked and pink with irritation. right about now, their cuticles reflected the same sentiment they felt when in the presence of savannah: broken and hurt. a clear of the throat, and they don’t bother to look her in the face until words come tumbling out of their mouth. “ ‘s okay to feel shitty sometimes, savannah. everyone has off days and you’re no perfected goddess that you don’t have to acknowledge that you feel it. “

they bit their lip, trying hard not to remove the stream of tears falling from beautiful blue orbs. but, alas, their heart thinks over their mind and they lean forward, brushing away each tear that fell. “ it’ll be okay. you’ll be okay, baby. “

#☆ — — interactions ft. effy boncroft !#frvoulity

sad face.jpg !!

ronan knows he looks like a wreck - serious damage to his wrist and hand aside - but he doesn’t much care. oddly enough, people’s opinions of him have colored so much of his life that he no longer cares for any thoughts but the original ones - the shame, the guilt and the rejection. “pretty sure she’s smaller than any cat,” he says with a small huff, glancing around the alley before back at the stranger, debating the offer. “i don’t need help.” he’s a liar with a broken wrist and broken fingers. “we’ll manage.”

he reminds them of their twin brother. so keen on not letting people in. it makes effy’s skin crawl with nerves peaking at every edge. “ you know it’s okay to let people help once in a while, right ? “ they say, but they know their words won’t manage to get him to cough up the saying of i need help. they sit back on their knees, throwing forward a bag latched to their shoulder and pulling out some neosporin and a cloth. effy was one of those people who put lady poppins to shame with all the shit they carried within just one purse. “ may i ? “ they ask sweetly, gesturing to his hand. “ i promise it won’t hurt. “

#☆ — — interactions ft. effy boncroft !#ofbiiterness

liar, liar her pants are on fire !!

marie’s expression hardens when the stranger pulls the wallet away from her - quite a feat when they were never soft to begin with - and she squares off her shoulders, looking every inch a cornered animal. the internet tells her it’s something broken in her brain that makes her react like that to people, that her parents left a switch on in her head that she can never turn off, but it just seems normal to her. people are all threats, after all, and it’s been over a decade since she’s seen anything to prove otherwise.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about.” even caught with her hand in the cookie jar, she’s not about to admit her crimes. after all, without that money, she’s out on the street - it’s another night in the shittiest hotel in town and that january cold is nearly more than she can bear. “i just found it. sorry for doing a good thing.”

this is kind of adorable. the smile on lyra doesn’t falter. it was like they were playing a game of ‘who gives up first, not me, not i, no sir !’ and, well with that being said, lyra was certainly not giving up on anything. she sits there stone cold, like a creature hidden in a unknown cave for centuries, not knowing anything about how to act or when to be soft. “ you’re also a terrible liar. “ she says, but places her hand down and away from marie anyways.

“ listen, kid. i’m not going to play this game with you. i get it, you got your needs, you wants, your god damn desires. but so does she and you fail to recognize that the moment you steal from another person. “ she clears her throat. “ lie if you have to but tell me how much you took and i’ll even it. “

#☆ — — interaction ft. lyra abernathy !#ofbiiterness

gonna head off to bed, so i’ll hit up those replies in the morn. i’ll be on discord for a bit. night, sweets !

#lilygroveooc

open starter !!

hair flinging up like it’s apollo flying too close to the sun, she scratches at her nose and removes the remaining ivory powder from beneath her nostrils and walks out of the backroom of the flying horse. a smile bigger than the moon, lyra abernathy sits at her stoop sitting in front of the very front of the bar. “ i’ll have a blue moon. feeling kind of... beastly tonight. “ she smiled wildly, and then points to the patron next to her. “ on them. if you wouldn’t mind helping a damsel in distress. “ said, sneakily and leaning into the side of them.

#lilygrovestarter #drugs tw

thanks for the consideration of my ovaries !!

it was late into the night , the sky hanging DARK and HEAVY overhead. even after so many years the vampire could find beauty in it , but it would be a lie if he said he did not miss the GOLDEN RAYS of sunlight warming his once tanned skin. tonight he wasn’t alone though , the wealthy creature was tangled in expensive silk sheets and the limbs of another. a knock at the door DREW his attention away , but not before he turned to the other he was sharing his bed with and reached out to caress their face , “ ah , mon cher , i HATE to leave you but it will not be long. do not FRET. “ he purred in his unique , silky accent , almost but not quite french and maybe but not exactly italian either.

his thumb brushes lightly over his LOVER’S bottom lip before he turns to the other standing at the door to flash pearly white fangs in a dashing smile , “ oui , and what is it ? “ he asks as he stands up from the bed STARK NAKED and exits the room with them , a hand going to the middle of their back and gesturing towards the door as they ushered them out , “ PER FAVORE , do tell me. “

effy boncroft’s lip, which is blood shot red and swollen from the amount of kissing, drew down in a long and soft way that when it went up, it hit their pearly white teeth in a gnashing way. they sit swift with their legs dangling off the bed as he removed himself from the sheets. effy’s hair, bright crayola red and short to the very inch of almost being a bob, flew to the sides of their face. “ double booked two people in one day. classy. “ they said in a slight bitter tone, but really, the majority of it was in bittersweet humor.

as he exited the room, they flush as they stand up, a mirror reflecting their bare figure. they sigh as they examine the way their arms flimsily sat beside their figure and how their hair was slightly, only noticeable when searching for it, uneven on one side. now, effy boncroft was no insecure person. but from time to time, as with most, their insecurities would eat back up from the confident wall built and smile heinously in their face. in effy’s face.

#☆ — — interactions ft. effy boncroft !#velvetrct

oh no !!

savannah sniffed, reaching for a tissue. it didn’t matter that she was smack dab in the middle of a cafe - very public, somewhat peaceful. she couldn’t help it. the woman was drafting an answer to a reader who sent in a really sad question to ‘ask rosie’, and savannah couldn’t hold back all her emotions. “god, i really need to pull myself together.” she muttered to no one in particular.

there was a turn to their side as they heard quite sobbing. and lo behold it was none other than savannah thomas. a girl which whom had gathered quite the past with effy boncroft. so, to say this wasn’t awkward enough, was an understatement.

despite it all, effy still had lingering feelings for sav. if not love, then probably really strong likings toward her. so they inhaled, set their coffee down in front of her which was an iced latte despite it being freezing outside and sat down opposite of the blondie. “ you okay, baby ? “ effy always used to call sav that--- baby. now it felt hollow and unsure.

#☆ — — interactions ft. effy boncroft !#frvoulity

s.o.s please someone help him !!

there’s a stray puppy on his lap, filthy and thin and curled up on him as he sits on the ground in an alleyway. truthfully, ronan doesn’t look much better than the pup with his messy hair, dirty face and old blood dried on his knuckles, so together they make quite the tragic pair. not that he set out that day looking for a dog to adopt, but his heart has always been just too much bigger than his brain to stop himself.

one hand slowly runs across her head, brushing away the dust. he feels eyes on him and his gaze rises to meet them, expression twisting into a defensive glare - suspicion is written into every inch of his body. “you can’t have her,” he states, blunt and unwelcoming.

they smile defeatedly, but understand his placement. approaching calmly, effy waves a little. “ heya, sweets. “ with a kneeling of their knees, effy inquires to themselves softly in their mind on whether he was homeless or not and this was a companion he’d found or had along the way. either way, their heart broke for him and effy’s smile turned somewhat saddened. “ don’t think she’d much get ‘long with my kitty cat, y’know ? “ then effy does something that they always hadn’t done: offered up some much needed help. “ why don’t we clean her up ? i know a place around the corner that can give her a cute little hairdo to match a sparklin’ personality i’m sure she’s got ‘nd i’ll pay for it with no need of you paying me back. “

#☆ — — interactions ft. effy boncroft !#ofbiiterness

can someone say con artist !!

the unfortunate reality of marie’s teenage years - the years she should have spent learning and developing skills - is that they didn’t leave her with much in the way of career options. she can lie, she can use her magic to some extent, and she can fight - but that came later anyway. so, she turns to stealing to survive. it’s not great for her guilt, but her guilt comes second once the hunger pangs start.

today, her target’s pocket has already been picked, their wallet in her hands and their money tucked safely in her jacket pocket as she approaches them. she doesn’t want a trail leading to her and definitely doesn’t want to be caught holding the bloody knife, so it’s easier to play the part of the hero.

“you dropped this.” her tone isn’t nice and her voice sounds like she’s smoked a pack a day since the dark ages, but the wallet is held out like an olive branch towards the stranger and she looks like she probably won’t try to start a fight.

lyra abernathy’s brow perks up high on her features and scoffs for a single most imperious second. she yanks the girl to the side, away from all the other passerbyers but most of all, the one she was speaking to: a woman which whom worked for lyra. marie was cute, in a way that a child thinks they can fool their mother by stealing from the cookie jar. but, like all criminals, she left a pattern. and even decades upon decades, lyra herself left a trail. no one was stone cold, not in this day and age.

she lets her free, but tugs at the waller in her hand, chucking it off towards the young woman who sat befuddled and brows curving inwards. “ you know you’re not that slick, right ? “ she speaks with heinous vocal cords; she too sounding like she smoked way too much for far too long. “ i mean, sure, you’re pretty good for what you can do but... i’ve lived for so long i can spot a con about a mile away. “ lyra placed her palm out, which had a few scars here and there on milky white skin. “ cough up the shit you stole. “ lyra wasn’t as harsh as she could have been, because despite it all, she saw potential in this young girl, in marie. .

#☆ — — interaction ft. lyra abernathy !#ofbiiterness