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psst. hey, like this post for a starter?
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bansheeintuition:
LYDIA COULD FEEL THE SAD SYNERGY AMPLIFYING, saturating the room & swirling with her own wistfulness of missing allison. it never left lydia, though the absence of the courageous captrix dawned upon her at the strangest & most unexpected times. a crying session wasn’t part of today’s agenda, but she knew the haunting aftereffects of losing someone. the dimples in allison’s smile, her silvery laugh, her dauntless loyalty, her kindness that could make flowers blossom. her passion for animal welfare. her shining aura. gone.
❛ she sounds like a lovely person, ❜ she listened dreamily. everything felt surreal after that fateful night. things weren’t supposed to happen that way, a double rescue mission gone wrong & lydia’s last words to her best friend were secretly fingerprinted on her car window. sometimes, lydia saw allison everywhere. other times, it felt like her heart was crumbling all over again. lydia loved allison, too.
❛ i’m sure she knew, ❜ lydia reassured her, casting a soft smile of benevolence. she had a taste of living with that regret, the crushing knowledge of never expressing her feelings — but alice didn’t get a second chance. no reunion. lydia pressed her lips together, momentarily silent with her gaze cast down. then, she reached out & gently took one of alice’s hands into hers, a comforting gesture.
❛ honestly ? ❜ lydia wished things could be different. she’d do anything to change that event, to buy the whole pack more time. maybe nobody had to die. but the universe didn’t work that way. ❛ when my best friend died … ❜ past tense was still so STRANGE. so … unreal. ❛ there were a lot of things i didn’t get to tell her. and i wish i did, ❜ she empathized. ❛ it’s easy to feel guilty about something like that. but the only way it gets easier is if you decide not to let it consume you. i’m sure maya knows everything you wanted her to, ❜ lydia went on softly. ❛ does it ever feel like … like she’s still with you sometimes ?
she’s motionless, staring off into the distance with glassy eyes. her body is heavy and hot, taken over by her grief and her guilt, and the only thing keeping her from reliving that horrid night was the weight of lydia’s hand in her own
alice goes over her words inside her head. does it feel like maya is still with her? no. no, there’s someone else there now, something else, that took her place. a shadow by alice’s side, everyday, all the time. a new bestie who knows every little thing about her, and will love her care for her keep her safe never leave her. no matter what. so, no. it doesn’t feel like maya is still with her.
“no.” she says, “no, i think she’s just gone.”
and a part of her thinks that maybe, just maybe, that might be for the best.
"does it ever feel like your friend is still with you?”
i’m in an exceptionally good mood, so i’m gonna do a quick lil starter call! starters are probably gonna be a lil on the cheery side, since i’m feelin’ so good~
* † OPEN.
it’s cornered, pushed back to the wall, but it is not afraid. this is exactly where it wants to be. it tilts it’s head, whispering out, “you can’t hurt me, i’m just a child.”
bansheeintuition:
afraid she’d accidentally hit a sensitive spot, lydia presses peony balmed lips together with an almost apologetic expression — LOSS is a perennial feeling ; something that follows the banshee everywhere, a shadowy undercurrent coloring her world. death changes everything. she can’t seem to shake the tendrils of melancholy curling around her, as if absorbing alice’s emotional state. as if the sadness becomes her own. she really didn’t mean to upset her. pausing carefully, lydia decides to try lifting the mood, though she gives into curiosity. ❛ yeah … sometimes it just hits you when you least expect it,. ❜ she empathizes knowingly, gaze spacing into another world for a minute. ❛ i’m sure they were a lovely person, ❜ she offers a faint smile. ❛ what were they like ? ❜
what were they like? where should she start? maybe with evan, and how he was so bright and warm. how he always told the stupidest jokes, but he never failed to make her laugh. or perhaps with mari, and how she was so many things at once; the school’s best photographer, a budding cryptographer, an amazing athlete. how there were days that alice often struggled to keep up with her.
or maybe, just maybe, she should start with maya.
maya, the genius, who was hand picked by schools across the state. maya, who was fierce and confident and never let herself or anyone else give up. maya, who alice had loved in more ways than one. maya, who’s hand alice had held when she was killed.
yeah. she should definitely start with maya.
“her name was maya,” she has take a pause; the name feels heavy on her tongue. alice hadn’t said her name aloud in so long. “she was my best friend. and she was beautiful. and smart. god, she was so smart. and... and i loved her.”
alice had never admitted it out loud. it had been a secret that she held close to her heart, a weight she carried with her each day. no living soul had known of it. until now.
“i loved her so much,” her breathing is quick, as are her words. but she doesn’t care and she can’t stop. she needs to say this. it needs to come out. “i never told her, i should’ve told her. god, it hurts. it hurts all the time, and i don’t know how to make it stop. how can i make it stop?”
splitsuit: *is holding a fire extinguisher* *notices [you]* “Oh! It’s fine. We won’t be needing that. We’re just gonna be lighting some whiskey on fire.”
alice quirks a brow as she sets the extinguisher down. she crosses her arms across her chest and takes in the scene before her. this strange man is standing here talking about... setting whiskey on fire? but isn’t whiskey highly flammable? honestly, she couldn’t remember if it was or wasn’t. either way, it didn’t really matter. because, if it all goes to shit, at least she’s got the fire extinguisher. so she'd be fine. probably.
“so, can i ask why you're gonna be lightin' up hooch? or am i better off not knowing?"
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colors // brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. burnt orange. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. navy blue. crimson. cream. blood red. mint green. ivory. seafoam.
elements // fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. storm.
body // claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canines. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. thin. lean. short. tall. normal height. muscular. piercings. tattoos.
weapons // fists. feet. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. legs. scythe.
materials // gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. vibranium. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.
nature // grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain-forest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. cliffs.
animals // lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. foxes. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. cheetahs. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. panthers. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats.
food // sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. cotton candy. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. bread.
hobbies // music. art. watercolors. gardening. reading. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. mathematics. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running.
style // lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. shoulder holsters. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. leather jacket. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. tactical gear.
misc // balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. powerless. percussion thermodynamics. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. anger. happiness. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. sex.
you can’t always get what you want. in fact, you rarely get what you want. life sucks
PSYCHIC ABILITIES AESTHETICS.
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CLAIRAUDIENCE: muddy converse and record scratches, ominous cable towers stretching over flat grey farmland, laugh tracks of retro tv shows playing in distant rooms, rolling thunder and the x-files theme, tourmaline and tigers eye, spectral heartbeats, the power of knowing a being’s true name, talking to pets, distorted singing through a.m. radio static, things that go bump in the night, the sensation of being a conduit, whispered invocations and dusty hymnals, the hum of running electricity, sepia attic photographs, guardian angels.
CLAIRVOYANCE: shifting kaleidoscope-like patterns of leaves and spirals, peacock feathers, headaches behind the eyes, rainbows, blinding flashes of white light, vivid dreams of not-quite-human entities, sacred geometry, flower crowns, brightly colored illustrations in 70s science fiction books, tarot cards, twinkling and darting figures in your peripheral vision, green flourite, shimmering auras around everyone’s bodies, layers of pendant necklaces, daydream fantasy universes with intricately familiar geography.
CLAIRCOGNIZANCE: strange runes and symbols on vellum scrolls, vintage maps, intricately carved bronze clockwork gears turning in a great machine, numerology, memories that aren’t quite your own, dreaming of labyrinthine halls in ancient libraries, flickering firelight, leather bound journals, sparse footsteps through otherwise silent museum corridors, silver and hematite, memorized prophecies, dead languages, staying up all night reckoning with a single problem, feeling called to lead people into the liberating light of knowledge.
CLAIRSENTIENCE: evening descending over wooded mountains, goosebumps, the peripheral sensation of yellow animal eyes watching from darkness of the thicket, sliding planchettes, the word “susurrus,” deja vu, amethyst clusters and the scent of autumn air, sensitivity to liminal spaces, campfire smoke swirling into the night sky, sacred rituals, a pulsing web of roots and veins connecting all living matter, weeping for the pain of others, trouble distinguishing the boundaries of the self
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MUSE AESTHETICS : HORROR EDITION.
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GOTHIC HORROR.
gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. spiders. books.
CLASSIC HORROR.
black & white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. alcohol in glass decanters. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. dark alleys. empty streets. driving at night. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the american south. the american northeast. england. analog cameras.
SLASHERS.
bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. suburbia. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. household objects turned into improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. character masks. scrunchies. queerness. wild curls. morbid humor. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.
PARANORMAL HORROR.
malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. mausoleums. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at something you can’t see. black ooze. old photographs. faces you can swear you’ve seen before but can’t for the life of you figure out where. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls. jump scares.
CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND HORROR.
aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw-marks. bite-marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. abandoned houses. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. the american east coast. hiking / backpacking.
THRILLERS.
daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. asylums. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms with no one inside them. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots.
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Totsukuni no Shoujo とつきにの少女
Call me Kevin quotes
’Call Me Kevin’ quotes, because this man is funny (and deserves more subscribers), and half of what he says is pure gold, and a lot of it works really well, for starters/ask memes:
Brackets like [] are for things that make sense to be replaced by a name, either of the character being spoken to or of another character.
{TEXT} are for things that could work well for being sent as a text
Sims 4 But My Restaurant Is To Die For:
‘does no one care? dude’s on fire yo IF only anyone cared, my plan would be perfect.“
“Sorry dude *nervous laughter/normal laughter* I hate to bring this realization to ya like this.”
’'don’t interact with me, go away.”
“yeah, i know, he’s dying, i don’t care, he was only meant to be a distraction anyway.”
{TEXT} “yES, my introduction made her leave, as soon as i introduced myself she’s like: i don’t really want to be around this guy.’’
’'YES! THE DISCO SYSTEM IS MINE - and had a great price; it only cost one human life.”
“maybe i should buy a boat.”
“[they/we/I] don’t even sell drinks… you can’t even wash down your death meal.”
“food quality: normal, oh wait.. no that was the water.”
“i want to be the last thing they hear (before they die; me, playing) on this piano.”
“i forgot i have a kid here.”
“I always feel like he’s up to something… I just – he’s thinking about something evil.”
“Why do they even got this old dude running the party? It should be this old dude running the party.”
“Oh! I have an idea!” *proceeds to set a person/thing on fire*
“Why are you laughing?!” *realises it’s about someone’s death* “Oh, I like [her/him/you/them]” *laughter*
“Plus, no-one’s in there so I can get away with it scot-free.”
{TEXT} “Well, now everyone’s come inside and they’re all just watching me do this now… they’re happy about it for some reason though.”
{TEXT}“Oh, no, they’re not so happy about it anymore.”
“Wait, what? What’s wrong with you – oh, yeah, I turned them all into vampires! Of course.”
“HEY! Get down behind the counter, people can see that you’re not wearing pants!”
“[He] takes everyone’s food for no reason. [He] doesn’t even need it – [he’s] a vampire!”
“Jesus, I pay [that guy] $2 an hour…”
“This is actually a huge, generous act I’m doing here; paying [him] at all.”
“If they eat the poisonous meal, and then I drink their blood… am I poisoned?”
“I don’t even try with this stuff, it just kinda happens.”
“Sorry [folks], I hope this inconsiderate bastard dying didn’t ruin your day.”
Bad Cooking: Baked Alaska:
“Join me, on this great adventure, as we pre-heat the oven.”
“Sometimes I just eat a whole stick of unsalted butter.”
“This is about the daily recommended dose of butter. You should be getting this into your system at least every… five hours.”
“It doesn’t matter, that step isn’t important.”
“Spoiler… it actually is… very important.”
“This is a special irish plastic lemon… they’re ah, quite rare.”
“Ah! Oh! Shit, stop!” *Pause.* “its fine. It doesn’t matter.”
“It really, really matters.”
“FECK! Every time…”
“I’ve never seen a cake look this good!” *shakes the tin.* “It… kinda jiggles a bit.”
“I call this the T-Rex Technique.”
“It’s as easy as that. Wow!” ß intended as sarcasm.
“This is the saddest cake I’ve ever seen.”
“This isn’t gonna work. This is gonna be bad, I know it is. I know it’s gonna be bad.”
“That sound is fine. That sound is supposed to happen… the sizzlin’.”
*is holding a fire extinguisher* *notices [you]* “Oh! It’s fine. We won’t be needing that. We’re just gonna be lighting some whiskey on fire.”
“Wow! [name] that looks great! That looks amazing!” ß intended as sarcasm.
“You’re not supposed to look at me. That’s supposed to be someone else.”
“Please don’t fall apart please don’t fall apart please don’t fall apart please don’t fall apart – It’s falling apart, wait, hold on.”
“Oh yes. Here we go. I feel like making a sand castle.”
“You could argue that it doesn’t look exactly like as in the picture. But I would say better – some would say better. I – I would say better.”
“Now we just need to light it on fire.”
“Realistically, it should be lit on fire. It’s the only –“ *laughs* “-It’s the only reasonable thing to do.”
“That’s not – that’s not gonna survive going the other way, so that’s how it is now.”
*drinks straight from whiskey bottle.*
*pours whiskey into saucepan/whatever it’s a thing on the hob* “Why are you backing away? WHY ARE YOU BACKING AWAY??” *suppressed laughter.”
“The [Meringue] was the downfall, that’s where it went wrong. As opposed to the rest, that – that went fine. That was great.”
“Okay. Well. That went well.”
Superhot VR But I’m More Like Super Not:
“Alright, let’s get started, I’m gonna… pick up, the gun.”
“And everything goes to hell right away.”
“So I can keep moving, do the ol’… roly-poly, and then shoot him. Easy.”
“Don’t shoot me, don’t shoot me!” *takes gun.* “Aha!”
“I’m just gonna stand here, I like the compliments.”
“Holy crap this is awesome! Floppy discs are back!”
“Oh god, I’m sorry, that was a bit unfair.” *saw you and shot you.*
“I smashed my wall so hard that I cut my hand. You should’a seen the wall though. I’m like… really really strong.”
“So this is what it’s like to feel cool. It’s pretty awesome, but disappointing to know I’ll never actually be this cool.”
“This is a nice bike shop, now that I look around. They don’t have many models, though, feels like a bit of wasted space.”
“Why am I throwing ninja stars? I have guns.”
“I am not a ninja. I am an action hero. Not. A. Ninja.”
“I need ninja stars now, all of a sudden.”
“That was probably a low blow anyway. It’s probably best I fail that part.”
“Like everything else I love in life, it disintegrated in my hand.”
“I don’t know why I just tried to catch a knife… by the sharp end.”
“Well I’m not gonna get a long life. Or maybe I will!”
“Once again, I am prepared for everything.”
“I had to look around me, because I was like, ‘this is the moment something comes behind me.’”
“I’ll just swat away their bullets like they’re just flies.”
“So maybe I’m actually a super villain as opposed to a super hero. I could believe that.”
Deathly Hallows Part 1 but we frustratingly finish the game:
“What the hell – what’s going on – why are you shooting at me?!”
“Wait – this is where we choose to camp; in this nuclear waste?!” *laughingly incredulous*
“Okay, fair enough… I mean, we were in a lovely forest but, I prefer nuclear reactors too.”
“I’d love to be able to count the days of two weeks on my hands.”
“Alright, you’re – apparently freed, now? I’m – not really sure how…”
“Like, do we not have anyone else that’s out here tryn’a help people? I mean, I’ve got a pretty important mission no-one else can do, can I not be doing that instead?”
“Oh my god, this guy’s strong, they’re just reflecting off him!”
“I’m just gonna keep running, it’s honestly not worth fighting from my experience.”
“Oh, this is the one that doesn’t sound as fun.”
“Oh. It’s just a newspaper. I thought it’d be like, a weapon.”
“That makes me sad, for numerous reasons.” *laughingly, but serious.*
“I’m not undesirable, lots of people desire me.” *mulish.* *pause.* “Alright, I lied, no-one does.”
“My god, he looks eerie as hell.”
“That doesn’t even look like what she’s saying, look at her lips. I think she’s possessed… Let’s kill her.”
“I’m not tryn’a be mean or anything, I know I just sound like a dick.”
“This is a lot of people to dedicate to just watching over my grave. Wait – my grave? No, my parents’ grave, my grave comes later.”
“Are you sure? It’s not like, obvious, at all.” ß sarcasm.
“That’s actually spooky as hell, not gonna lie.”
“Y’know, the house is just exploding… casual old lady stuff.”
*laughs* “I think I just got head-butted by a snake.”
“How many times am I gonna get head-butted? And how strong’s that snake’s head; he keeps head-butting me through walls.”
“Oh! Finally! You realise something’s amiss!”
“Here. Now you’re free. If you could help me, that’d be great.”
“Like anytime I kill people they drop like, random potions, and I keep wanting to drink them, but I don’t know, it seems dangerous.”
“At least he sounded thankful, the others just seem to go like ‘oh, cheers.’”
“Thank god the dead don’t know how to use stairs.”
“Like, what are you even doing? One, they’re not coming in, and two, you’re hitting the wall.”
“Sometimes you just gotta live with the consequences of your actions, y’know? [I] can’t always come save you. Even if [I] do have a bazooka.”
“Yeah, I think so too! Please!”
“Let’s see if you can handle it, then.”
“Oh. Okay, maybe you can.”
“Let’s choose the worst possible place we can find.”
“I mean, it’s nice and all, but it’s no nuclear waste, am I right?”
“Spiders I just ignore. Because they’re losers, and they have too many legs.”
“Is he following me? Or, is this following him? Either way, he’s got a lotta hazards to deal with, because I am not dealing with any of them.”
“Ah, thanks for just standing there.”
“I’m just gonna start nuking these snakes.”
“What are you doing?”
“Yeah, I think we can beat the rock.”
“Yeah but you don’t need to scream or – or do anything, to be honest, I think you’ve just won by being human.”
“The only thing good about this is hearing [] in pain. That’s the only thing that keeps me going.”
“Don’t bother attacking them buddy. They’re already dead. Just like my love for you…”
“Oh come on now don’t exaggerate, I was fine. [] just kinda stood there.”
“You’ve changed since you came back, [], you used to just be pathetic… now you’re pathetic and mean.”
“Why does [] have all these dead people in [] front yard?”
“Now even the guy try’na explode the side of the house isn’t hurting me.”
“What?! We didn’t even do anything, we just [exploded] and [died!]”
“You had about ten minutes to figure out who I was in that fight.”
“Yeah, just shout my name. Really makes messing up my face worth it, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah I’m gonna blow this house apart.”
“Ah, this is gonna be traumatic, isn’t it?”
* †
headcanon: alice doesn’t want to kill anyone. she doesn’t want to watch someone’s life leave their eyes. but, she doesn’t mind hurting anyone. she’s more than happy to open a can of whoopass on someone, so long as they’re alive and somewhat breathing when she’s done.
and if they die after she’s gone? well, they were alive when she left them. it’s not her fault they let themselves die.
defectiveanarchy: “all have the right to be eaten.”
“yeah, well, if you decide to start eating all my customers, could you give me a head’s up beforehand?” alice spares a quick glance at him over her shoulder, a small smirk gracing her lips. “and on a totally unrelated note, i’m pretty sure i taste absolutely horrible.”
bansheeintuition·:
PREMONITION RIDDLED & OMEN TAUNTED, lydia can agree in a heartbeat. ❛ personally ? i’ve never been a fan of the unknown, either, ❜ she signs, her visions a GIFT despite the most precarious shadows cast over her psyche. abstracted, lydia senses a shift in the atmosphere. the air is sickly sweet, a distant echo of a woman’s sobs lacing into the frequency only to fade out instantaneously. LYDIA KNOWS THIS FEELING, heavy. wistful. it dawns on her that it’s coming from alice, her aura emanating sadness & a sense of guilt finds lydia. oh no. did she say something insensitive ? tart & candid by nature, the strawberry blonde sometimes caught herself before crossing a boundary & she wishes she had been more delicate. the same sadness crosses pale features after a quiescent lull as she watches the other girl attentively. ❛ are you okay … ? ❜
is she okay? no, no she’s not. and she hasn’t been for a while. but she’s not going to admit that. at least, not aloud. no matter how much she wanted to. besides, there was no way to explain it all without sharing the whole godawful truth, and she wasn’t about to drag anyone else into this mess. if she could spare someone, especially someone so seemingly kind and sweet, of the nightmare she called her life, she would.
“yeah. yeah, sorry, i’m good.” she swipes away one of the stray tears that had fallen, letting out a shaky breath. a face flashes in her mind, and her next words tumble out of her mouth without her meaning to. “i was just thinking about someone i lost, and i... i realized how much i missed them.”
FIFTEEN QUESTIONS, FIFTEEN MUTUALS
① ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE ? nope. my parents just liked my name. ② WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED ? uh,,,, i can’t remember when i last full on cried, but i teared up today when i watched the new maleficent film. ③ DO YOU HAVE KIDS ? unless pets count, nah. ④ DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT ? yeah. ⑤ WHAT’S THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE ? outfits or hairstyles. sometimes makeup. ⑥ WHAT’S YOUR EYE COLOR ? brown. ⑦ SCARY MOVIE OR HAPPY ENDING ? i like both, but if i had to choose, i’d say happy endings. there’s honestly nothing better than having characters go through hell and having them get their happily ever after in the end. ⑧ ANY SPECIAL TALENTS ? kinda weird, but whenever i bake something, like cookies or cupcakes for example, they ALWAYS turn out really good. ⑨ WHERE WERE YOU BORN ? north carolina ⑩ WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES ? napping, video games, going for walks, writing. ⑪ DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS ? i have three cats, and they’re all brats. ⑫ WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED ? i played tennis once, but not for very long. i wanna learn archery, though. ⑬ HOW TALL ARE YOU ? 5′2 ⑭ DREAM JOB ? sugar baby writer/video game maker ⑮ FAVORITE SUBJECT AT SCHOOL ? art or english
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