she who loves roses

am i suffering beautifully? is my agony lovable?

[parfumeuses]

an independent , private , and selective roleplay blog for an original character with lots of verses. written by ashley ( she / her , twenty - nine , gmc - 5 ) ! rather slow / sporadic activity. 21+.

doc. sp. playlist. memes. board.

[parfumeuses]

thinkimg abt manon post-raccoon city…. depending on who she ran into i could see her offering to help claire infiltrate the paris lab and getting shipped off to rockfort with her. shed wanna go back to being a regular degular person after All That (obvs) but when has a survivor ever known peace in this franchise… maybe she joins terra save for a bit as a researcher/advisor/whatevs

if she didnt jet off w claire tho shed def be voluntold to stay stateside as a witness in the trial(s) against umbrella and thered be a whole diplomatic kerfuffle abt sorta-kinda subpoenaing (read: detaining) a french citizen.

either way manons probably gonna be monitored (at the very least!) for the rest of her life lol. she COULD try to disappear and change her identity but she has a loving family so absolutely not

[parfumeuses]

come to think of it terragrigia was right in manons neck of the woods; she could totally be there on a lil weekend getaway during the veltro attack.. OOH and then shed look into joining something like terrasave bc it (temporarily) soothes her bioterror-related obsessions

like her mental health hasnt been Fantastic since 1998 but getting caught up in another city-destroying incident has her low key spiraling

[parfumeuses]

happy munday heres a beast that refuses to look at the camera

[parfumeuses]

hrmmm my first thought was that manon worked in the chemical plant above nest but im SO in love w the greenhouse in re2r.. and theres a regular drug testing lab attached to it….. many thoughts, head quite full

[heartwilled]

“Indeed,” he agrees with a small nod. Even more so because the flowers no longer flourish where they once did–or perhaps they do, now. In all the years since the Day of Blood and Tears, Dedue has never returned to the land of his birth. Even if he had the opportunity to do so, he’s not sure he would take it, for more reasons than one.

“Purple saxifrage have adapted to the cold. Perhaps that is why they look different from what you are accustomed to.” Dedue is…not quite as well-versed in plants from outside of Fódlan’s northern regions, but since his arrival at the academy, he has learned quite a lot–enough to be familiar with the variety of which Manon speaks.

“I did. The gardener was kind enough to allow me some seeds.” He hesitates, for a moment, unsure of what else to say. But it’s clear the other is trying to make conversation, and it feels…rude, to not make an attempt in kind. “That rosebush….that one is yours?”

[parfumeuses]

Duscur must be mountainous, then. Manon can’t recall ever seeing a map demarcating the territory, which makes her curious if their homes have anything else in common—is it also near the sea? She thinks it would be unkind to ask.

As the subject changes to her own flowers, Manon perks up at once.

“Oh, yes,” she chirps, hands coming together. “My family grows them for perfume and things like that.” A student with an agricultural background doesn’t necessarily raise eyebrows at the academy; there are wealthy planters who could afford the tuition. Manon hardly passes for an heiress, of course, and she hasn’t tried to.

“I brought the seeds from home,” she adds. “I wasn’t sure they’d grow this far north, even in a greenhouse.”

[isabelladjanis]

ISABELLE ADJANI Nosferatu the Vampyre, 1979

[leneemusing]

misc sentence starters

“  i wish i knew how to talk about it.  ”   “  you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together.  ”   “  i don’t want to be alone anymore.  ”   “  i wish i could hate you.  ”  “  take a seat, we’re gonna be here a while.  ” “  i need you to trust me.  ”   “  i missed/miss you.  ”   “  she/he won’t listen to me.  ” “  let me do this for you. please.  ”   “  is there anything else you want to say to me?  ” “  tell me something happy.  ”   “  promise me.  ” “  i just want/wanted to help.  ”   “  let me explain.  ” “  i didn’t/don’t need you to understand, i just wanted/want you to support me.  ”   “  i’m on your side.  ” “  i’ve got your back, okay? ” “  please, tell me you have a plan.  ” “  stay with me tonight.  ” “  don’t go. please.  ”   “  i’ve been alone for so long i’m afraid i don’t know what it’s like not to be.  ”   “  talk to me.  ”   “  i did what i had to do.  ” “  we can’t keep going on like this.  ” “  i’m just tired.  ” “  i’m scared.  ” “  it’s okay to be afraid. fear can be good. use it.  ” “  it’s better to expect disappointment.  ” “  hope is dangerous.  ” “  i like seeing you smile.  ”   “  you look beautiful.  ”   “  be patient with her/him. they’re trying. ”   “  i’m trying my best and it’s not good enough. it’s never good enough. ” “  i’m starting to think i’m just fucked up.  ”   “  have a drink with me.  ” “  she/he is better off without me. but i guess that’s their choice.  ” “  you can’t dictate what’s best for someone else. ” “  can i help you?  ” “  i thought you’d like this.  ” “  do you wanna get out of here?  ” “  walk with me?  ” “  well, shit.  ”

[intothewildsea]

@parfumeuses liked for a starter.

"Just a little farther! No peeking!"

Niamh was leading Manon by the hand, being careful to make sure that her friend didn't trip as she led her through the field. It wasn't long before they came upon Niamh's surprise - a picnic she'd set up for the two of them.

She turned to Manon, a bright grin on her face. "You can look now!" She was trying very hard not to bounce in place from excitement. "What do you think?"

[parfumeuses]

Manon had learned long ago to wear her flatter shoes when visiting Niamh. Even so, navigating her friend’s preferred locales—namely, forests—was hard enough with her eyes open, even if they were on a fairly even trail. A smidgen too tall for Niamh to walk as she covered her chestnut eyes, Manon had taken it upon herself to obstruct her own vision.

At the selkie’s signal, she lowered her hand, eyelashes fluttering in the light.

“Oh, Niamh,” she coos, “this is lovely.”

Once she’d drank her fill of the sight, she turned to face Niamh, clasping the blonde’s hand.

“Goodness, did you put all of this together by yourself?”

[vhsmeme]

* shirley jackson prompts

assorted lines from shirley jackson novels. tw: blood.

‘ listen, if you’re scared – ’

‘ i won’t be angry, i promise you. ’

‘ you just go right ahead and eat. ’

‘ don’t go out without your jacket. ’

‘ i’ve had enough trouble, thanks. ’

‘ you’ve been asleep. i didn’t want to wake you. ’ 

‘ i’m just disappointed in you, that’s all. ’

‘ we’ll spend more time together from now on. ’

‘ if you don’t stop playing with your food you can just leave the table. ’

‘ this is a serious thing. i want you to realize that. ’

‘ we have only one defense, and that is running away. ’

‘ i won’t be gone more than a minute. ’

‘ put your head on my shoulder now, and go to sleep. ’

‘ i’ll try to cope with it. ’

‘ you just cut it out. ’

‘ don’t call me that. ’

‘ it’s not new, of course, but there’s lots of wear in it still. ’

‘ something smells good. ’

‘ don’t try to run away again. ’

‘ light-headed, and sort of dizzy. ’

‘ oh, shut up, dopey. ’

‘ it isn’t fair, it isn’t right. ’

‘ look at my thumb. ’

‘ don’t buy any store doughnuts. ’

‘ why, you look as though you’ve seen a ghost. ’

‘ i’ll have a headache if i don’t get some solid food soon. ’

‘ this is a river and we’re on it. ’

‘ no one’s stopping you. ’ 

‘ i was just too tired last night to clean up. ’

‘ we’re not afraid. ’

‘ everyone can hear you. ’

‘ i think flowers make a room look so friendly. ’

‘ damn you. ’

‘ pick them up yourself. ’

‘ i have a suitcase full of mystery stories. ’

‘ it’s just a toothache. ’

‘ lousy day, isn’t it? ’

‘ now promise. ’

‘ finally made it. ’

‘ some good books. ’

‘ it was all covered in blood. ’

‘ just isn’t possible. ’

‘ get away from there, kid. ’

‘ it knows we’re here. ’

[parfumeuses]

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 , an independent , private , and selective roleplay blog for an original character with lots of verses. written by ashley ( she / her , twenty - eight , gmc - 5 ) ! rather slow / sporadic activity. 18+.

[pivovarovah]

“She’s sensitive, too. Takes to hurt the way water takes to paper.”

— Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her (via hereislight)

[mabellonghetti]

Isabelle Adjani in "La Gifle" (dir. Claude Pinoteau - 1974).

[mcflymemes]

BARBIE (2023) PROMPTS *  assorted dialogue from the film, adjust as necessary

i'm definitely not thinking about death anymore!

i've never seen this kind of malfunction.

am i being too technical?

if you ask me, you're responsible for this, too.

to be honest, when i found out the patriarchy wasn't just about horses, i lost interest.

i just gave you a choice so you could feel like you're in control!

how will i get back?

this happened once before.

i just don't want to leave!

you'll be such a hero to them!

i feel appreciated but not ogled.

i hate it when people think. i'm so bored.

the faster i figure this out, the faster we get home.

i'm not pretty anymore!

humans have only one ending. ideas live forever.

you're so beautiful.

how come you're so amazing!

i worked very hard, so... i deserve it!

you're the voice of a generation.

this makes me emotional, and i'm expressing it.

i got us both ice creams!

i think you have that the wrong way around.

how much of that did you see?

let's get you up on your feet.

you should heal up in no time.

this night is just perfect!

please call my mother.

i thought i might stay over tonight.

does the label "long-term long-distance low-commitment casual girlfriend" mean nothing to her?

i'm great at doing stuff.

it is literally impossible to be a woman.

we always have to be extraordinary, but somehow we're always doing it wrong.

never forget that the system is rigged.

find a way to acknowledge that, but also always be grateful.

it's too hard!

i'm just so tired of watching myself and every single other woman tie herself in knots so that people will like us.

i was arrested for tax evasion.

i smell like basement.

what are you doing here?

did you bring your rollerblades?

i literally go nowhere without them!

do you guys ever think about dying?

i'll play the guitar at you.

yeah, i'm... confused about that.

it's like i've been in a dream where i was really invested in the zack snyder cut of "justice league."

can i talk to a doctor?

i need a clicky pen.

somebody get security.

i've never seen the godfather.

every night is a boy's night.

i just don't know who i am without you.

i only exist within the warmth of your gaze.

i'm just a little blond guy who can't do flips.

you guys aren't doing patriarchy very well.

men hate women and women hate women. it's the one thing we can all agree on.

you don't have your license.

you can be brainwashed, or you can be ugly. there's nothing in between.

she's not dying, she's just having an existential crisis.

i'm sensing some kind of ententre here... and it appears to be double.

who am i to burst their bubble?

you use your imagination!

you can ask me any question you want.

[parfumeuses]

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 , an independent , private , and selective roleplay blog for an original character with lots of verses. written by ashley ( she / her , twenty - eight , gmc - 5 ) ! rather slow / sporadic activity. 18+.

[parfumeuses]

one of the hair colors in this spread from a gyaru magazine is named ganache tart and its rly resonating w me…. like manons hair IS ganache brown its true..

[parfumeuses]

thinkimg abt manon post-raccoon city…. depending on who she ran into i could see her offering to help claire infiltrate the paris lab and getting shipped off to rockfort with her. shed wanna go back to being a regular degular person after All That (obvs) but when has a survivor ever known peace in this franchise… maybe she joins terra save for a bit as a researcher/advisor/whatevs

if she didnt jet off w claire tho shed def be voluntold to stay stateside as a witness in the trial(s) against umbrella and thered be a whole diplomatic kerfuffle abt sorta-kinda subpoenaing (read: detaining) a french citizen.

either way manons probably gonna be monitored (at the very least!) for the rest of her life lol. she COULD try to disappear and change her identity but she has a loving family so absolutely not

[standbowed]

@parfumeuses said: “did you do something different with your hair?”

more random dialogue prompts // accepting.

"...My hair? Oh--" Hachi makes a move to rifle through it, realizes both hands are currently occupied with trash bags and abandons the motion with a jerk of her elbows. Right, the whole reason she's here this time--a replacement for one of the seniors initially tasked with cleaning duty alongside the girl beside her (Hachi's pretty sure her name is Faucher? It sounds very leading-lady-like--very enigmatic, maybe like the heroine of a romance or historical novel? Or maybe it's just the foreignness of the name that's making her think of period dramas here--at any rate, now's really not the time to zone out trying to imagine what genre she'd suit best--and it's probably kind of weird to do with someone you don't know all that well yet--agh, focus! She was asking about something! Oh, right--her hair.)

Round brows furrow and lips purse in thought as the two of them walk towards the disposal area. After a few moments, her mouth pops open in a quiet 'o', and she turns to the older girl with dawning realization.

"I changed my shampoo recently--er, changed it back, that is. The shops in Morioh don't carry the brand I usually use, but I had to run some errands in S City last weekend and picked some up while I was there... could that be it?" If so, how impressive that this person noticed! She sets down the bags once they reach the incinerator, and thumbs at one of the locks curling at her cheek. It feels a bit softer now, after using her usual stuff--and maybe she's biased, but she thinks the orange blossom scent is a little nicer, too...? She smiles, sheepish and a bit unsure. "Er--does it look strange? I guess I kind of fiddle with my hair a lot throughout the day, so it might be sticking up in some weird places, aha..."

[parfumeuses]

Manon nods understandingly at the younger girl’s shampoo woes; it was a rough couple of months after her bottle of conditioner from home ran out, but she thinks her hair has adjusted to the new product. Mostly. Nothing the right updo can’t mask.

Speaking of adjustment periods: the incinerator. Her first cleaning duty partner still teases her for the overcareful way she deposited the trash, but it’s all in good fun—she thinks. She’s much more confident with it now, lobbing a bag with practiced ease; the motion isn’t dissimilar to the way she’s handled sacks of flowers during the harvest.

“Hm…” Manon reexamines Hachi’s hair in play scrutiny, a faint smile on her lips to soften the effect, “…yes, that must be it.” She hasn’t gotten close enough to pick up on the fragrance, but she’d approve of that, too, if she had. She picks up another bag before the other girl has a chance to do so.

She pivots as the conversation turns self-deprecating, trash dropping from her hands for unintentional emphasis.

“Oh, no, not at all!” she insists. Manon’s head shakes, face-framing strands swinging; after a long day at school, the motion pries a few curls loose from her chignon.

“It looks… artfully tousled, if anything. It’s very flattering.”