dear medusa ,

what else bleeds but does not die? delara 'lara' solak. professor. 29. retired bad seed. they/them.

[professorsolak]

billie-underwood‌:

“Oh professor.” The words slipped from her lips with a slight tease. To be honest she was quite impressed with the idea that this woman who looked young and unfitting was actually more than qualified. In many ways she felt this way about herself, though no one would ever believe that because she worked at her fathers company after attending the school he had went to. “Doctor Delara, well congrats.” It didn’t mean to come out sarcastic. “I am Billie Underwood.”

          𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐄, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄: the ones Lara could never discern. They prided themselves on being an excellent judge of character, but it was hard to pinpoint the sincerity of Billie Underwood’s words when held up against her attitude. ❝ And what do you do, Billie Underwood? You know, asides from insulting people you’ve just met. ❞

[professorsolak]

sopharsogood‌:

Sophie held her arms out, the queen of all they beheld. “Still. Again. You know how it is. Try to get out, somehow it sucks you right back in again.” She’d missed that smile, one Sophie knew they didn’t share frequently. She poured herself a shot of tequila from the rail - at least a quarter watered down but she didn’t care. “Same here, give or take. Been knocking the dust outta the corner of mama’s house. First night back in the real world. Salut!” She lifted the glass in return and dumped back the shot. “Not sure about the whole surpassing the master thing though. Still here,” she noted with a shrug. “But yeah, we definitely need to catch up.” Voices called from along the bar, letting Sophie know she was being derelict in her duties. “Give me a mo’ to clear this out and I’ll be back. I want good stories, yeah?” 

It was more than a mo’ but Sophie took care of the customers quickly and efficiently, buying herself some breathing room for a few minutes. She returned to Lara and topped off her wine. “Alright, I’m all yours for the time being. Best story from your time away. Go.” 

          𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃, 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄. Coming here was the right move; the party had lost its flavor the moment Scarlett’s name had come up. It was a good thing they’d left when they did; Sophie’s presence only served to prove that. When Sophie finally returned, they noticed with a nod her prompt topping off of their drink; just like she’d taught her. ❝ I’ll stop at two glasses, but thank you. ❞ Setting the drink aside, they steepled their fingers together and pretend-contemplated. ❝ Well... Let’s just there was a crocodile fight and stolen gold involved. Did you know treasure hunters were real? Because I sure as fuck didn’t before I left. Always thought they were bullshit, like who’s spending they’re in Road to El Dorado? But no, no. My group and I spent at least two weeks on their trail trying to get back a valuable artifact. Mind you, none of this was required of me. Archaeology technically isn’t my kingdom; but was I about to skip out on chasing treasure hunters? Hell no. ❞

Lara grinned and let their chin fall forward, locks of their hair falling across their face. ❝ Anyway. That’s probably my most exciting story. What about you? Give me a recap of your life. Big and little stuff. ❞

[rxbytuesday]

[labella-instagram]

[promptfairy]

❥   𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍     [   𝐀   𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋   𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄   ]  .

designed  for  muses  with  a  bit  of  unresolved  tension between  them ,   but  can  be  used  for  any  circumstances you  see  fit !!  

♡   𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄  :    add   ‘  + 🔁  ’   to  reverse  the  roles .

📖  :    my  muse  discovers  your  muse  reading  a  diary  entry  that  my  muse  wrote  about  yours .

💅  :    your  muse  paints  my  muse’s  nails .

🚿  :    my  muse  accidentally  moans  while  your  muse  washes  their  hair .

👕  :    your  muse  helps  my  muse  get  dressed  after  my  muse  sustains  an  injury  or  illness .

🛏️  :    our  muses  are  forced  by  circumstance  to  share  a  bed  for  the  night .

🧼  :    your  muse  bathes  mine  after  my  muse  sustains  an  injury  or  illness .

🙏  :    our  muses’  hands  brush  as  they  walk  side  by  side .

💢  :    your  muse  picks  mine  up   &   carries  them  over  their  shoulder .

👁️  :    your  muse  is  watching  mine  sleep ,   when  my  muse  suddenly  wakes  up   &   catches  them .

🚬  :    my  muse  steals  a  cigarette   (   or lollipop   )   from  your  muse   &   puts  it  in  their  mouth .

🎐  :    our  muses  slow  dance  together .

🧦  :    your  muse  walks  in  on  my  muse  changing  clothes .

🎀  :   your  muse  brushes  my  muse’s  hair .

💍  :    our  muses  are  mistaken  for  a  couple  by  someone  else .

👔  :    your  muse  notices  that  my  muse’s  shirt  is  open   &   goes  to  ‘  fix  it  ’ .

👗  :    my  muse  sees  yours  all  dressed  up .

🪑  :    my  muse  is   ‘  forced  ’   to  sit  on  your  muse’s  lap   (   due  to  a  lack  of  chairs ,   faulty seatbelt ,  etc .   )

🍆  :    your  muse  makes  a  suggestive  joke  but  my  muse  actually  acts  on  it . 

[professorsolak]

sutton-day‌:

“Yes, I am a Mystic native. I’ve been here forever. My family was from here. I don’t think I will ever leave.” Sutton smiled softly. Her whole world had been mystic so it was funny to think that there was anything else in the world. Sutton leaned against the bar trying to place their face in her head. Maybe she had seen them before. “How long ago did you leave?”

       𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. I don’t think I will ever leave. Something unsettling; but perhaps that was Lara’s own worldliness talking. ❝ Oh, god. Probably around eight years ago? I came back for my cousin’s funeral six years back, but I haven’t been here since. Mystic has remained remarkably the same since I’ve left. But you know what they say: the more things change, right? ❞

[professorsolak]

🥃+ how much do you miss scarlett, and what was your favourite thing about her?

      ❝ 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇… it’s inexpressible. I’ll see a photo of her and it’ll be like this giant lump is caught in my throat and it won’t leave, for hours. It’s worst when I think of all the places where she’s missing. The places where she belongs, and inexplicably, she’s not… there. 

I think what I miss most about her, my favorite thing was when we’d be having really heated fights about the stupidest things, like whether water was fucking wet, and then she’d do a stupid voice or say something dumb and I wouldn’t be able to keep a straight face. It would make me so angry, but I never would be able to stay mad after that. It’s… the little things like that I miss most. ❞                                                                                             

[professorsolak]

🥃 no strings attached, no repercussions, top 3 bangable people in Mystic. Go.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎… ❝ Hadley Caulfield. Something bout the bees and her round face, and she smells like flowers. Two; Leonard Arcenaux because I know what works for me and he works so good. And three… three… a threesome with Dahlia Sedano and Charlie Scott. No questions. ❞

@hadlycaufld @goodluckcharliescott @dahliasedano @leonardarcenaux

[professorsolak]

walkerleyla‌:

closed starter for @professorsolak​

Scarlett Walker was a treasure. She was a beacon of light in a dark world that Leyla had felt like she was born into. It was lucky for her to have such a powerful and kind woman as a big sister. And then she could become an aunt and help with a child that certainly hadn’t been expected, but would be loved all the same. Maybe that was too good to be true though. As she sat in front of Lara, all she could think about was how the so-called brother figure in her life had vanished after the tragedy. Sadness that had once been there when she saw him had been replaced with anger. She turned to them, eyes an indicator of the unshed tears that were threatening to fall. “So I ran into Dean the other day. I hadn’t seen him in six years. Or maybe I just avoided him for six years, I don’t know.” She took a breath. “My sister is gone and he gets to rebuild, have new relationships. He doesn’t deserve it.” It was a hate she didn’t want anyone to experience and yet…

               𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃, 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐅-𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐄. They quietly registered the words, processing Dean’s name the way one might the name drop of a murderer: but despite what Dean might have felt in his part of Scarlett’s tragic death, he was not her murderer. And perhaps that was the most brutal part of it all. Who to blame? Who to sic Lara’s frustration and Leyla’s anger at? Lara’s silent for a moment, contemplating a response that wouldn’t alienate Leyla or incite further anger. ❝ You’re right. It’s not fair. ❞ And still. ❝ As much as I wish I could sit here and hate him for surviving, and as much as I do, something tells me it’s not- what Scarlett would want. ❞ They’d never been able to gleam what their cousin had seen in Dean Holder. But obviously it was something. ❝ These years I’ve been away... They made me reflect. And you know I’m not going to sit here and tell you how to feel, Leyla. You deserve to feel and act however you feel. But, every time I think about Dean Holder, I still say fuck him, but as much as we hate him for living when she didn’t... I think he might hate himself more. ❞

They sat back, a troubled look on their face. It wasn’t a thought that sat well with them. They wished to go back, years ago, when things were black and white, and Dean could be the root of their problems as definitively as the fact that the sun was bright and the sky was blue. 

[kendalsroy]

Aslıhan Malbora in Her Yerde Sen (2019 —)

[professorsolak]

deanholdcr‌:

       As pale as a ghost, Dean couldn’t contain his surprise as he stood right next to Lara Solak, his heart practically pounding in his chest. It wasn’t often he ran into the family of Scarlett, but when he did, it paralysed him each and every time. Albeit the other person in the lift, Dean was solely focused on the one who had him sweating through his crisp white shirt. “Lara,” he cleared his throat, his voice coming out somewhat strained. “Yeah—I um,” Dean paused. What was there to say to them? “How.. uh, how have you been?” 

           𝐍𝐎𝐖, 𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒. The first, appealing as it was, was to make Dean Holder regret ever waking up that morning. The second, was to be an adult. In the end it came down to this: what would Scarlett want? ❝ Wonderful. I’ve been great. ❞ More, say more. Alright, that’s enough of that, Scarlett. ❝ In case my being here didn’t make it obvious, you should know I’m officially back in town. For good. So expect to see more of me. ❞ Considering their step-father and most, if not all, of his side of the family were legends at the hospital, they figured a warning of their lasting presence was the least Lara could do for him. 

❝ Specifically, at the benefit this weekend. I wasn’t even planning on going, but apparently Leyla might be there, and if you’re going to be there, I might as well show up. Buffer the disaster that is you two in a room together. ❞

[professorsolak]

leonardarcenaux‌:

        Leo hadn’t been aware who exactly sat down next to him until they said his name. Lifting his gaze from the drink in his hand he met Lara’s gaze, and his eyes widened slightly. He hadn’t run into them since returning home, and he certainly hadn’t expected to do that tonight. A crooked smile started to grow on his lips, and he turned slightly in his seat to face them more easily. “Hey,” he greeted them, unable to stop himself from taking in their appearance.

          It had been a long time since they last saw each other, but he would say time had been easier on them than on him. Not that it was so easy to see at first glance. “Thank you,” he said quietly, almost uncomfortable with the compliment. “You look – great yourself. Really great,” he added, hoping it wasn’t too forward or out of place. “It’s been a while,” he stated the obvious then, smiling a little more now. “How are you?”

           𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐇𝐈𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 the bartender had placed before them. A sip enabled them with a boldness they certainly didn’t need, but didn’t entirely mind. ❝ Happy to be home, ❞ they replied, which was only the tip of the iceberg. ❝ Would you believe you’re only the fifth person I’ve run into from high-school in just under a week since I’ve been back? I forgot how small Mystic is compared to the rest of - well, everywhere. ❞ And though they had a lot to catch up on, a lot Lara wanted to ask him, like where’d he’d been, how he’d been- they kept it simple. 

❝ Have you been back long? ❞ They asked, curiously. A hand cradled their chin as they settled into a more comfortable position. ❝ I mean, are you back? Do you live here now? ❞ 

[conspiracvvvvv-blog]

[professorsolak]

vidalia-henderson‌:

Vidalia smiled, happy to hear someone knew of Don and what he’d done. “Thank you. I wanted to pay tribute to him, you know?” She gave a shrug. “I do well enough. Birthdays are, thankfully, year round, so people filter in and out pretty regularly. Plus, there’s still a few people who like to have fresh flowers in their homes, so I have a couple of regulars that definitely help.” Her business was in no way booming, but it kept itself afloat and that was all she wanted.

         ❝ 𝐀𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘. ❞ Homages to the dead were a universal expression of being human. ❝ I wonder- do you believe at all in the healing powers of flowers? There’s been studies that flowers at sick beds have been able to improve patient’s moods so much that they have miraculous recoveries. ❞ Lara wasn’t inclined to automatically believe in it, but the human mind was a mystery to them, capable of so very much. 

[professorsolak]

hadlycaufld‌:

                   Hadley smiled at the bartender who greeted them, adding ‘welcome back’ with a grin as he slid her a margarita on the house. She looks down at it, fingers dancing along the neck of the glass. This was bad. She was officially a regular at this place. Shaking her head, she shrugs, taking a sip. Well, it wasn’t all bad. Lips attached to the rim, she turns her head as the doors open, her eyes widening at the sight. Delara Solak. 

Haley didn’t know them personally. Perhaps they knew of her by reputation or, frankly, just because it was a small town, but she knew of Delara. Their business had been spread in the Mystic newspaper for a while, catching the eyes and ears of locals alike. However, the only thing Hadley could really think about, was just how beautiful they were. Even as they approached the empty seat beside her, Hadley couldn’t stop looking. They’re real.

At their comment, she clears her throat, bringing herself back to reality. “I never heard of that,” Hadley says, gesturing to the water. “I mean, I’m not really a drinker—” Well, I wasn’t. “I heard eating greasy food also helps hangovers.” You’re starting to ramble. “Anyway, um… what do you teach? If you don’t mind me asking.”

                𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 a good call of character, though once their opinion of someone was made, it was –– hypocritically enough, with their background –– hard to shake. Luckily, their first impression of Hadley Caulfield is nothing short of simply good. They’d never been to her shop, personally, but their mother’s shelves were stocked with honey all year round, though she hadn’t been allowed to touch a pot or pan in years. 

Only they don’t know Hadley owns the store yet, and so all they can think is that she’s lovely, with delicate, fawn-like features and a graceful neck; ballerina-like. ❝ Greasy food’s not really my thing, but I’ll never say no to a good meal, if that’s what you’re offering. ❞ Lara has this niggling nudge that if they wink, it’ll flutter her most pleasingly, and so, they do. 

❝ But to answer your question, Anthropology, at Mystic Community. It should be... interesting. I’m not entirely... welcome there, let’s say. ❞ Yes, it had been a choice to hire them. Though it had been years, long-time supporters of their old professor still held onto the belief that Lara was the problem. Idiots. 

[rcleplayer]

[professorsolak]

leonardarcenaux‌:

        Leo hadn’t been paying a lot of attention to the rest of the people at Moonie’s. Not the ones that had already been there when he arrived, and certainly not those that arrived after him. It was rare that he actively searched for company, he preferred to stay alone and at home these days. But tonight the silence had gotten to him, and so he figured getting a drink somewhere less quiet wouldn’t be so bad. He didn’t have to talk to anyone, right?

       But when a voice next to him caught his attention, he slowly lifted his head, and a smile automatically grew on his lips. It just wasn’t in his genes to be unfriendly. “You have to teach in the morning and are here now? That’s brave,” he tried to joke, a crooked smile on his lips as his fingers twirled around the half-empty glass in his own hand. “I think I would have been in bed long ago if I had to get up at such early hours.” Not that he wouldn’t be up at those hours anyway, but he didn’t have to tell a complete stranger about that.

            𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒- more than a handful since Lara had laid eyes on Leo Arcenaux and those years had served him well. They stared for a moment before something finally shook the surprise off. ❝ Christ, Leo. Look at you. I can’t believe you’re here- ❞ They’d thought, been certain they might never see him again. Or that the next time they did he’d be married, with children, living the Army Family lifestyle- a lifestyle that certainly was not for them. But no, here he was, unmarried and as far as they could tell, very unoccupied by the Army. 

❝ Well, now I’m glad I decided to come here for reprieve. You look- ❞ They leveled him with a smile. ❝ You look wonderful. ❞