𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅, 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚!

it's bloody and raw but i swear it is sweet

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cfdeliverance‌:

THE  TRUTH  WAS  —-  HE  WAS  UNCERTAIN  as  to  why  he’d  walked  in  ,  in  the  first  place  .  to  put  plainly  something  was  (  as  his  father  would  say  )  a  muck  and  it  crossed  over  his  skin  like  an  uncomfortable  resting  face  upon  a  radiator  .  perhaps  he  was  too  sensitive  to  others  and  after  all  he  owed  her  nothing  beyond  the  simple  politeness  on  would  to  anyone  in  passing  fraternization  .  yet  there  they  stood  .  ❛    actually  ——    ❜  he’s  tentative  in  the  words  he  chooses  ,  an  attempt  at  a  soft  expression  on  his  face  that  is  legitimate  for  all  intent  and  purposes  ,  ❛    i  was  just  seeing  how  you  were  doing  ,  is  all  .    ❜  

milo’s gentle voice struck a deep chord of discomfort within her chest. a deep hollowness wrenched itself from her breastbone, baring her anxiety like an exhibitionist’s wet dream. the silver cross around his neck glinted in the sunlight like a reminder. a memory of lips on his neck and fingers brushing aside the cool metal chain sparked a blush. manon turned away hands running through her hair. she snorted, disbelieving. “cut the crap, what is it?”

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warxofxrydcr‌:

     He didn’t like contact, at least not when it was aware of it. Fighting off enemies, that was fine. But he usually could handle these wounds on his own, the adrenaline rush made up for all of it. He didn’t wince, or show any form of pain. Ryder wanted her to hurry up so he could go back to patrolling his area. Glancing over at Manon, he could see she was red in the face, he could see the red blush flood her cheeks. He paused “This isn’t my first rodeo.” he stated in a mutter.

manon rolled her eyes, entrenched in dismissiveness. deft fingers moved quickly about him as she pressed a clean bandage to the wound. “so the whole coltish and reckless thing is just a personality trait then?” her eyebrows rose, the gentle lilt of questioning carried in her tone.

[rmanon-blog1]

( WILLA FITZGERALD + SHE/HER + CIS FEMALE. ) — welcome to your new home, MANON ROURKE. your data shows that you are currently a TWENTY EIGHT year old CAPRICORN. we’ve had a peek into your personal history and it seems you are RIGHTEOUS + PROTECTIVE and also FLIPPANT + DISHONEST, but you won’t be too much trouble for us, will you? you have been assigned to be a MEDIC in camp and will be living in CABIN THREE — ( SAB + 18 + SHE/HER + EST. )

introducing manon rourke, plant lover, people hater, and reluctant pregnant lady. 

before eden

manon eloise rourke, for the most part, was content to live an unremarkable life 

she was working as a nurse at a hospital and running a successful side business as a naturopath, steadily dating a coworker and could not expect the impending end of the world, still clinging onto optimism and hope 

that quickly changed 

in a flash her parents were gone, and the world was in ruin. with nothing to keep her on earth she did everything she could to have her name drawn for the lottery 

by the time she found herself in a hibernation pos the girl who had loved optimism no longer existed. in her place was a woman who isolated herself from the world and cared only for herself 

after eden

when manon awoke she resolved herself to never let naivety or hope get the best of her again. 

she quickly got to work as a medic in the camp and kept her head down, focused primarily on her own survival 

she also spent her time learning about the new plants on eden and began making natural medicines for the community

but one night of lowered inhibitions and homemade alcohol saw a wrench thrown in her plans 

as a medical professional she knew the signs, she was pregnant 

and suddenly her whole world was upside down, on top of having to survive she would now have to provide for another life in a brave new world

she hasn’t told anyone it hasn’t been long since she’s found out

personality

she’s very reserved doesn’t talk much to people

super independent hates accepting help 

likes plants and animals more than she likes people 

will mom friend but never admit it.

[rmanon-blog1]

“with her sweetened breath and her tongue so mean.” angel of small death and the codeine scene, hozier.

the soft skin of her abdomen seemed to grow less supple under her touch with every passing day. she traced the rigid line of her ribs knuckles catching on each dip between them. she pulled her shirt back over her head and turned to face milo as he entered the room. something like smugness covered her face, it bounced between a sick satisfaction and apathetic acceptance. “if you’re here for round two then i’m afraid you’ll be disappointed.” she said. @cfdeliverance

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“would things be easier if there was a right way?” someone new, hozier.

sometimes manon dared to think of rosalie as a different side of her coin. mechanics and nature never seemed to intertwine until the world necessitated they did. earth had been too industrial for her tastes, she had no intention of letting eden become overrun in smog. “you’re not listening to me.” her tongue was as sharp and silver, quick to attack. “you can’t build maintenance shit over here. these plants are fragile and will die. they could be great for healing  i just need to run more tests on them.” @rcsaliies

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“i couldn’t whisper when you needed it shouted.” shrike, hozier.

manon was a coward. the hot shame of inaction flooded her, transforming red blood into hot blush. she bit into her lip conciously, fingers drumming against the table. it wasn’t like she’d asked ryder to protect her, it wasn’t her fault. her bloodied hands drew the bandage around his injured arm tighter. “stop moving or you won’t have an arm anymore.” she hissed. @warxofxrydcr

[rmanon-blog1]

like this for a starter based on a random hozier song!

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can’t post my intro yet bc i’m waiting on a plot to be approved but pls give this a like if u want to plot!

[bangurz]

[bassiter]

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From Eden by Hozier except from the radio on the nightstand next to your motel bed. You and your girlfriend are running away from your respective families, all the way from a small, conservative, east coast town to San Francisco – and this motel is your first stop. It’s also the first time you’ve ever slept beside her, and you’re both nervous and excited.

This is the furthest from home you’ve ever been, and she’s all you have. 

requested by @fabulousairpirate

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[rmanon-blog1]

tag dump

❝ i’d be the voice that urged orpheus ❞ → interaction

❝ rattle your chains if you love being free ❞ → musing

❝ blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine ❞ → aesthetic

❝ she moved with shameless wonder ❞ → tune

❝ pick a blossom and hold it to your breast ❞ → answered

❝ with her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean ❞ → visage