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haha I’m back after forever....is anyone still here....
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“Is there someone you hold dear?”
“Don’t you feel any guilt?”
“You’re actually afraid to be alone, aren’t you?”
“There must be something you fear.”
“Do you have a home?”
“Is there someone you like?”
“Are you really expecting a positive outcome out of this?”
“Aren’t you ashamed?”
“Aren’t you happy?”
“Who do you despise?”
“How do you sleep at night?”
“How do you manage to keep going despite everything?”
“What do you think of kindness?”
“What do you think of hatred?”
“Why do you fight?”
“Why do you live?”
“How much blood have you spilled?”
“How much death have you seen?”
“Don’t you think your actions are reckless?”
“Don’t you know how much good you’ve done for others?”
“Can’t you tell they love you?”
“Can’t you see he/she would die for you?”
“Can’t you see that they hate you?”
“Can’t you tell the truth for once?”
“You’re not tainted.”
“You’re not alone.”
“You’re awful.”
“You don’t think of anyone but yourself.”
“You’re an emotionless robot.”
“You’re just a lap dog.”
“It’s not over.”
“He/she needs you.”
“Stop lying.”
“Stop fighting.”
“Stop pushing others away.”
“You’re cruel.”
“You’re far too kind. Too kind for your own good.”
“You depend on him/her too often.”
“You’re overprotective, it’s stifling.”
“You’re too impulsive, it’s reckless.”
“You’re too careless, it’s a liability.”
“He/she is bringing you down.”
“You’re too timid, it’s easy to see you as a target.”
“You need to listen.”
“You need to speak up more often.”
“You’re weak.”
“You’re strong. Stronger than you’ll ever know.”
“You’re too proud.”
“Quit blaming others for your mistakes.”
“You won’t always be around to save him/her.”
“One day, he/she won’t need you anymore.”
“You can’t cheat death.”
“You can’t hide forever.”
“They’ll find out the truth eventually.”
“That person is only holding you back.”
“They’re too good for you.”
“You’ll be rewarded for your efforts if you keep trying.”
“It will get better.”
“You look lonely.”
“You look bitter.”
“You look tired.”
“You’re hiding a painful burden.”
“You’re perfect.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“You will always be worthless.”
“Your hands are too dirty, too tainted to be clean.”
“You’re lost in this world. Wandering without a purpose.”
“You’ll rise above them all.”
“You’ll find your place in this world.”
“Eventually, someone will knock you off your pedestal.”
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364 days a year: [quiet, keeps to themselves] December 24th: ALMosT CHristmAs mEANs it WASnt C H R I S T M A S
Symbol starters: Nap Edition
💆- Your muse falls asleep while mine is petting/massaging them. 👏- Your muse is napping when mine decides to suddenly wake them up! 🦊- Your muse finds mine snuggling with a stuffed toy in their sleep! 🏥- Your muse visits my bedridden muse at the hospital.. 🤠- Your muse falls asleep while watching TV/ a movie 🦐- Your muse finds mine napping off a large meal/feast 🚗- Your muse falls asleep in the car/bus 🎼- Your muse finds mine asleep after listening to some soft music 🥇- Your muse finds mine asleep after a long day of play/sports 🛏- Your muse finds my muse napping in their bed 🛋- Your muse finds mine napping on the couch 🚪- Your muse finds mine napping on the floor 🛒- Your muse finds mine napping in an unusual spot…
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“?” She gave a little tilt of her head. Did he suddenly seem really nervous? She hopes he wasn’t trying to hard to impress her or anything. Even if she seems like the very picky type, Trucy would no doubt love whatever dish Edgeworth would decide to make, regardless of what it is.
“Hmm, I think that’d be a good idea: it might help me decide something more easily. Hehe, well in that case, leave it to me to make the list: he…usually isn’t good with following a shopping list, anyways.”
“In fact, I’ll make that list right now! I have all the time in the world today, anyways. So…what do you usually put on your shopping list, Uncle Edgey? Since you want to make something for me, it’s only fair you can put your own ideas on what to get, too.”
( ♙ ) “My shopping list...?” He was constantly surprised by her level of thoughtfulness, consideration--unlike other children who were quite fixated on what they wanted, Trucy seemed to always search for the happy medium. Like her father, a quiet voice from the back of his head mused. Always searching for a peaceful compromise. Hopefully this girl didn’t inherit Phoenix’s tendency to entirely neglect himself in that process, too. He found himself suppressing yet again a strange impulse to...watch over Trucy? Keep an eye on her?...and yet again admonished himself for doubting that Wright had a handle on this parenting thing. It wasn’t as if Miles himself knew the first thing about it. ‘You’re simply projecting, perhaps.’ Another half-smothered, quiet thought. ‘I’m sure you could have used another guardian or two at her age, Miles. But not everyone is quite as much of a mess as you are.’ He caught himself. He really was turning a simple question about a shopping list into a personal crisis. This is why he wasn’t a parent.
“Well.” the prosecutor cleared his throat. “When I go shopping, I make sure I have enough fruits and vegetables for about ten days, and then I tend to build my meals around them. It’s best to shop seasonally, but if you have little experience in cooking simple things like tomatoes, potatoes, zucchini and bell peppers are normally available year-round. As for starches...pasta is the quickest and easiest, risotto is very nice but more challenging. And...seasoning and sauces, like pesto, of course.” He glanced at the girl briefly, hoping she wasn’t making a face at the options already. “I don’t quite...have a set list, as I like to look at the variety available to me at the time I’m shopping, but those are the broad categories I make sure I have as well as milk and eggs. If that makes any sense.”
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i move through the stages of grief in my sleep; denial is spent in silence. stomach pressed into the mattress, face pressed into the pillow to suffocate the truth. i weather anger on my side, curled tight in a fury-tense comma, still half trying to hide. i bargain sprawled on my back, limbs rigid with REM, dreaming of deals with devils who do not exist. depression is drifting, 3am night-terrors tearing at sleep until none remains and i lay, eyes half open to stare at the ceiling, tears streaming. acceptance at dawn, the first breath that i breathe is relieved, the second is an air-leaking lilo lost at sea. i move through the stages of grief in my sleep but in the waking world i am both stagnant and sinking.
l.s. | the stages of grief © 2017
WHAT MAJOR ARCANA SYMBOLIZES YOUR SOCIAL LINK TO OTHERS?
----IV. THE EMPEROR.
“The Emperor symbolizes the desire to control one's surroundings, and its appearance could suggest that one is trying too hard to achieve this, possibly causing trouble for others; some elements in life are just not controllable.”
“Often times, you are troubled by something very personal, and don’t know how to deal with it.”
ABOUT THE CARD.
keywords: authority ; power ; experience ; intellect ; laws and regulations ; head-not-heart ; fairness ; honesty ; integrity ; autonomy ; rigidity ; allyship ; protection ; recognition and acclaim ; privilege ; responsibility ; security ; readiness for conflict ; service to the greater good ; professionalism.
archetypes: the patriarch ; the judge ; the ruler/the king/the leader ; the masculine ; the military general ; the strategist ; the expert/the ambitious scholar or businessman.
associations: the number four (stability, establishment, protection and rigidity) ; the sun ; Aries, the cardinal sign of fire (aggression & initiative) ; ownership and territory ; the hebrew letter ה (thought, speech and action, teshuva--repentance).
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♣
♣ - a fading memory
“…la’avoteinu ba-yamim ha-hem u-va-z’man hazeh~ Amen~”
Miles and Gregory’s voices had little space to echo in the sturdy walls of their dining room, making the end of the blessing close and intimate to their ears. The boy watched patiently as his father lit the shamash and kindled the other lights, warm in the new housecoat he had received as a gift. He loved to watch the fire dance as they sat together in this moment of peace.“You’re wearing the sweater from the party yesterday,” Miles whispered once the match was extinguished, giggling. “It’s so stinky. Smells like latkes.” “That’s how we know it’s Hanukkah,” Gregory had replied, smiling and planting a kiss on the top of his son’s head. “’Tis the season to stink.” This sent Miles into a fit of giggles. If only people outside the courtroom knew how funny his father was. Truth be told, if it meant spending all this time with him, Miles supposed that during Hanukkah Gregory could smell like anything at all.
♬✂!
♬ - a friend/best friend memory.
There was nothing he loved more than playdates with Phoenix. There was so much to show him! Darting from room to room in their cozy house, Miles brought things to his room and shoved them into the boy’s hands, like case files from a real murder trial or a globe that showed all the countries in the whole world (and he could name upwards of 51–and did, while Phoenix simply listened and laughed). Often he ran into his father’s study, dragging the chuckling man by the hand to the dinner table where he would tell Phoenix that story about the client he saved with only three pieces of evidence! When he saw the light of excitement in his classmate’s eyes he felt so proud; this was why the class trial had gone right for Phoenix. Miles only learned from the best.
✂ - a vivid memory
“Stop breathing my air!”
‘Get away from my Father!’
That horrible, desperate cry of madness. That desperate thought that he felt so distant from, no longer recognized as his. The split impulse of a terrified child. The unholy scream of a monster. The gunshot--how the sound of a gunshot pierced his own heart. The elevator, its lights flickering, walls closing in, a sickening swaying motion that flipped his stomach. It all follows him, never resting even though the case is put away--the dreams, the fainting spells, the gnawing anxiety that it will all come back again. He hates this memory. It has come alive. It has teeth.
Memory Meme
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Past experiences help shape who we are currently, how we see the world. Send in a symbol and I’ll write a drabble of one of my muse’s memories.
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❥ - a childhood memory
♣ - a fading memory
✂ - a vivid memory
✖ - a repressed memory
✈ - an eye-opening memory
✤ - a memory that involves romance/love
☤ - a memory of death/loss
✍ - a memory of their mother
☽ - a memory of their father
♘ - a memory of their sibling(s)
✌ - a memory of a relative
↕ - a memory that may or may not have happened
♚ - a memory of something paranormal
✓ - a sexual memory
♬ - a friend/best friend memory
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“Come on, admit it… You’re jealous of my antlers.” They bounce slightly as he speaks and the red nose that went with it only serves to make him stand out even more. He casts a quick glance around at the other party-goers, but none of them seemed to be in the festive mood. Most wore suits similar to the ones they worked in and there wasn’t a single Santa hat or Christmas sweater in sight. Good ol’ Dean Martin crooned ’Let it Snow!’ in the background, but that was one of the few indications that this was indeed the precinct’s annual Christmas party.
He looks back to Edgeworth, actually surprised that he was here. For several reasons. Still, it won’t be something he draws attention to. “I have a Santa hat. If you’re nice, I’ll let you wear it.” Maya had ditched it for an angel halo, saying that it was more fitting for someone like her.
(Yeah, in your dreams, Maya.)
( ♙ ) “How...tragic it would be to miss out on such a fashionable item.” Miles definitely fell into the category of the unfestive tonight. He dressed as he would for work, and despite the relative tameness of the holiday spirit here, he was always somewhat unnerved by even the smallest relics of Christmas magic. The sparkly garlands hung everywhere, the music with the same 4 chords for every song, not to mention Wright’s getup...it always felt as if the entire world had spiralled into some kind of manic episode. And everyone wanted him to join in...? He struggled to hold onto his sanity. For several reasons. “I suppose I may as well wear something ridiculous if we’re going to be walking around together,” he sighed, settling on taking the hat from the attorney’s hands. He knew he was sounding a bit on edge, but at least Phoenix would understand why. “Honestly, Wright, every person here knows what we’re celebrating, I don’t see why the advertisement with your entire body is necessary.” He felt a vague ache of embarrassment as he grumbled on; he knew the man was making a sincere effort to keep him company. He also knew he detested enduring this same gesture of pity every time the holidays crept around. After Manfred’s trial, he was walking around with a red sign on his forehead that said “FRAGILE” and this all felt like a challenge to prove it wrong. Miles shoved the Santa hat on as if to silence his thoughts. “I take it you’re an enthusiastic fan of...all this?” Why couldn’t he say Christmas?
Break my muse in 15 words or less.
I looked it up, you know. This heaviness in my chest, I wanted to give this ache a name. ‘There are no pain receptors in the lungs.’ I read. But there are oceans and there are waves, and there is the saltwater I taste behind my teeth - with every breath I swallow, I drown. Except. There are no pain receptors in lungs.
Bolded Italics, a lie in eight words | p.d (via phi dean vulpe)
[ ♙ ] “Please remove these...fuzzy hats, at once.”
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