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@sasikaxkalil
how does your muse outwardly express their anger?
"My emotions get the better of me sometimes. I've been known to throw things, scream and yell. I can be quite cruel when my feelings get hurt. Scorched earth."
😤 = How would/does your muse handle unruly, difficult or dangerous behavior from their children?
"I think it would be best that I never procreate, especially for my hypothetical spawn."
CLOSED STARTER FOR @sasikaxkalil
After spotting Sas from across the room, Tilly stood in her corner and wondered if going up to her would be crossing some sort of line. Sure, they'd had sex, but they had also both made it clear that it had been fully casual. But what was the harm of saying hello? That's what she told herself as she made her way to Sasika. "That costume looks hot. The hair looks good on you."
Sasika wasn't a huge fan of Halloween. In fact, she thought it was childish and unnecessary. If people wanted to dress up and pretend to be someone else, they needn't wait for one day a year. Bored out of her brains, someone speaks to her. Her eyes soften ever-so-slightly from the narrow slits they had been, throwing daggers at anybody who dared come near her. Tilly was harmless though.
"You think so?" She quirks an eyebrow. Sasika had already endured some drunk guy grabbing her ass and insinuating that she could take his temperature. "Likewise on the hotness," Sasika gives her a once-over. "Doesn't leave a whole lot to the imagination." And she didn't need to, she'd seen it all already. "I like it."
( @tillycai )
Mack: Just wanted confirmation that you're floating round here somewhere and I wasn't hallucinating on some bad shrooms Mack: Why are you here
Sasika: You're still dreaming of me? That's sweet of you Sasika: Oh you know, enjoying the seaside. Sasika: I'm working at the crystal shop, you should stop by and say hi.
Status: Open
Location: Sharkys
@aurorabaystarter
Sully was having a million regrets about his costume as soon as he entered the venue. He had spent so much time, trying to get together a costume for his little sister and him to go trick-or-treating that he didn’t even think of the idea of having a back up costume for the party. It was a cool idea in theory when he was taking his little sister dress as the mothman, but as sully crashed into a wall, it was becoming very clear that maybe this was a complete nightmare. “ dammit” sully cried out as he tried to adjust the face of the Loch Ness monster on his head. “ I’m wearing glasses still under this thing and I can’t see shit”
Walking with a drink in hand, Sasika's body makes a full collision with a tall, blue figure.
"Jesus Christ, dude!" Her vodka cranberry fell to the floor, adding yet another layer to the stickiness that Sharky's already had. Blood splatter like drops covered her white knee-high stockings.
"Watch where you're going, will ya? Are you fucking blind?"
( @sullivanxshaw )
open - @aurorabaystarter
where - sharky's
Celeste wasn't really one for dancing (at least not while sober) so she happily stood to the side, leaning against the wall as she people watched, sipping on whatever green concoction she'd been given at the bar. "What the hell do you think that costume's supposed to be?"
Sasika's eyes narrowed as they tried to interpret the costume from afar. It was obviously one of those pun type costume, where the person wearing it is desperate for someone to ask what they are just so they can explain it. Taking a lop sip of her drink. With the white face-paint with the black star around their eyes, Sasika lets out a giggle. "Ohhh, I get it. French kiss," she explains. The person in question holds up the baguette they'd brought as an accessory. "Whats the bet they lose that before we reach midnight and people just think they're a shitty mime?"
( @thecelestexzhao )
GEORGIA MILLER
Ginny & Georgia (2021— ) Season One, Episode One
FEAR
FEAR. - What are your muses biggest fears?
"Living a boring life.. but also going to jail."
ghost - is there someone that you miss having in your life?
"Anyone not in my life isn't worth missing."
Aeris didn't think any of this was worth the stress, and he can hardly find a reason to justify the threat. Her insistence is unnerving, especially when he knows there's a corner store up a few blocks. Directions and a map would have been easy to find there, but he wasn't taking chances. Not when she seems the type to hold a grudge, and hey, he works here.
It wouldn't be hard to find his car to track him down. and Aeris doesn't have the money to handle extreme repairs — assuming she can cause more damage that it looks like she can.
"Sounds so close to Aurora Bay Drive." Had it been what she meant, Aeris would have been questioning her lack of phone and car (being he doesn't see another in the lot, but he knows that doesn't mean it isn't parked around the corner) a lot more than he currently is. "Same sort of ritzy neighbors?" His brow arches, his gaze flitting from his phone screen and back to her face. For the six years he's been there, he isn't sure he's scoped out the entire town.
Aeris tilts his phone toward her to catch the directions that pop up. "Here. I don't have anything to write that down, so you'll have to just memorize it."
@sasikaxkalil
Maybe she should have just let it go. What was a wounded ego compared to being blacklisted from town so soon? She'd only just arrived and here she was making enemies. Unlike her mother, Sasika didn't have the flawless charm and endless patience with people that smoothed this kind of thing over. She was instant gratification, vindication and lack of impulse control.
Some girls might be worried, accosting a man in a vacant parking lot but considering how quickly he removed his unwanted hands, he clearly wasn't that type of guy. Plus, it wasn't as if she hadn't been manhandled before. "No, that's the one—" she corrected herself, immediately annoyed that she'd got the neighborhood wrong. It made her look like an out of towner, out of place. "Aurora Bay Drive," she repeated, mostly to herself, committing it to memory.
Eyes turning to his phone, she looked over the directions, moving the device a little so she could see better. Normally she'd boast that she had an excellent memory, but she'd just forgotten where the hell she lived so it seemed redundant. "Look at that," she chirped, looking up at him. "Easy as pie."
She didn't say thank you, because of course she didn't. Instead, she turned on her heels and begun walking towards the direction his phone had told her too. "Oh," she says as if she'd forgotten something, quickly turning back to him.
"Stay safe out there," she warns with a smirk before walking off into the night.
( @aeris-flores )
pumpkin
pumpkin - do you think that humans are inherently good or bad?
"Every 'good' person I know is just one bad day away from being terrible. I think it's whatever part you feed into and your circumstances, but that's all that nature versus nurture hoopla. I'd rather not get into it."
Mack: Well thats a lie you're always talking to strangers
Sasika: You got me there Sasika: Are you messaging for a reason, Mackie? I doubt this is just a friendly check in on my location
THE NEON DEMON (2016) dir. Nicolas Winding Refn
AURORA BAY HALLOWEEN BASH ( @aurorabayaesthetic )
for: @sasikaxkalil
where: sunset drive-in, nightmare on elm street viewing
"Are you, like, also deeply unsettled by the color of this popcorn? Like, why is it green--Sass?" Cricket frowned as she looked up from observing her questionable choice in movie snack, the spot in the back of the car where she'd last left Sasika now empty.
She hadn't seen her at the concession stand, or even pass by to get to the bathrooms, and peering behind her now, she didn't seem to be at either...but where else would she be?
Her eyebrows furrowed as she took a step closer to the trunk, daring a cautious look through it, but the front seats too remained empty. Weird, she thought as she settled back into her seat, reaching for her phone to text her when suddenly, someone yelled out at her from behind.
Cricket's scream pierced through the night as she threw herself from the car, green and purple popcorn flying from the bucket as she whirled around to see--
"Sasika!" What remained of her snack was thrown at her in retaliation. "That's so not funny!"
The idea to scare the ever-loving shit out of Cricket was a no-brainer. A little harmless prank as an ode to the spirit of Halloween. Windows down, enjoying the brisk fall air, Sasika waited a few minutes after her friend had left before exiting the car and hiding nearby. Biding her time until the moment was right. And then she struck. "Here's Freddy!" she put on a low voice, booming so loud that it caused popcorn to go flying.
The piercing scream that came out of Cricket was worth the weird hunch position she found herself in for the better part of ten minutes. Their nearest neighbors sat up from their very obvious canoodling session to see what was happening. Sasika threw her head back in a laugh, clapping her hands together, congratulating herself on a job well done. Even if Cricket sounded less than impressed.
"Oh, come on! You should've seen your face— priceless."
( @cricketcampbell )
Paxton doesn't get a chance to really look at the card he dropped. It isn't like he'd know a thing about it, just as he is clueless of the card she begins to speak about. The obstacle he needs to solve, or so she says.
Two of Wands.
Wands being, the branches of wood the man stands between Paxton assumes. His head tilts while he searches the card for any other symbolism as if maybe he could learn to read it just at this first glance. "What- stuck? Sorry, I was… the art is nice so I was looking at that…" he chews on the inside of his cheek, trying to mull it over. A fear of change is a common fear, isn't it? Especially when it's something that has been forced time and time again in his life.
Minnesota to California, his accident and recovery following, Warner Bros. to Dreamworks studios, all for him to come back to seek the comfort of his home.
Or he might just be overthinking it. Adding meaning to what she's said.
"I think most people my age feel that way. Us millennials haven't been dealt a fair hand," Pax sighs with a slight laugh under his breath. "But yeah, I guess. In some ways. And the next one tells me how to fix that, right?"
Sasika waits patiently, watching as the internal cogs of Paxton's brain turn the information she'd revealed. A small swell of pride flows through her at the mention of her art that covered the personalised tarot deck. "Thank you," she says casually. "I did it myself."
In terms of being dealt a fair hand, Sasika was all too familiar with that feeling. Why else would she be alone in an unfamiliar town, her best course of a future being to trick someone into falling in love with her. Even that was proving to be unsuccessful. "We're not talking about everyone else," she points out his deflection, turning over the next card.
Eight of Swords. "Hm." Her eyebrows raise slightly. "Ok, so this card is all about like.. self-imposed restrictions. You see how she's bound?" Her finger points to the artwork again. A woman with her hands tied behind her back, surrounded by swords. "This says that your thoughts and beliefs are no longer serving you. It's time to get out of your own head and let go." Easier said than done. "Do you feel in contact with your intuition?"
( @paxton-brady )