spktown ------- where Spanish moss drips like blood from the trees and ghosts donโt just linger, they watch. Here, decaying mansions breathe with secrets, horror icons roam like saints in stained glass, and every post is stitched with the ache of something beautiful and rotting. Expect peeling wallpaper, thunder-heavy skies, funeral lace, and lipstick on fangs. The grotesque is sacred. The macabre is a love letter. And the line between devotion and damnation? Thin as a razorโs edge. This space is for the beautifully broken, the reverent freaks, and anyone who ever found comfort in the sound of cicadas and a distant scream.
heavily associated with @stillsparkle, @ruinreigns, @story1ines. dead dove content, adult subject matter, drugs, gore, mental illness, taboo themes, and other triggering subject will be CONSTANT on this blog. minors dni. 25+ LOW ACTIVITY.
stories told by xeno. sideblog to mamisms. muses & blogroll below. - threadtracker
Where else to find xeno:
mamisms (wwe's rhea ripley) *MAIN BLOG*
mujermagica (wwe's zelina vega)
hamunapta (the mummy's evelyn o'connell)
bolded is requested only.
Television:
Lynda Rumancek | Hemlock Grove | Lili Taylor | previously mamarumancek
โWill you, wonโt you want me to make you
Iโm coming down fast but donโt let me break you
Tell me, tell me, tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ainโt no dancer.โ
i'm on my hemlock grove and far cry shit tonight so i apologize in advance for the spam on the dash. but if anyone wants something from those muses hmu.
๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ง ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ค๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐๐จ๐๐๐๐,ย ย ย the steam curling between them like a curtain she could hide behind if she wanted toย ย ย โย ย ย and for a second,ย ย ย she almost did.ย ย ย but there was something about him.ย ย ย not just the way he talked a mile a minute,ย ย ย or how his jokes felt like they were stitched together mid-thought,ย ย ย but how he meant them.ย ย ย like he was trying to make the world just a little less heavy.ย ย ย her brows lifted at the superhero movie line,ย ย ย a quiet smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.ย ย ย โย ย ย that bad,ย ย ย huh?ย ย ย โย ย ย she said,ย ย ย voice soft,ย ย ย almost teasing.ย ย ย โย ย ย i was going forย ย ย 'brooding vigilante with great hair,'ย ย ย but i guessย ย ย 'overworked science nerd'ย ย ย tracks too.ย ย ย โ
she didnโt usually entertain small talk.ย ย ย not when the city was always one bad day from crumbling and the weight of two identities pressed against her ribsย ย ย โย ย ย but something in her told her that maybe this could be worth it.ย ย ย โย ย ย juggling it all kinda feels like standing on a tightrope while doing long division.ย ย ย in the rain.ย ย ย with a villain monologuing in the background.ย ย ย โย ย ย she glanced at him.ย ย ย โย ย ย but hey,ย ย ย at least youโve got snacks.ย ย ย โย ย ย the idea of stepping out of her orbit,ย ย ย even just for a coffee and a terrible punchline,ย ย ย felt dangerous in the best way.ย ย ย like letting go for a minute wouldnโt destroy everything sheโd worked so hard to balance.ย ย ย she took a sip of her drink,ย ย ย eyes never fully leaving him.ย ย ย there was a pauseย ย ย โย ย ย not awkward,ย ย ย justโฆย ย ย measured.ย ย ย โย ย ย if you're offering bad jokes and mediocre caffeine,ย ย ย i might just take you up on that.ย ย ย โ
Chandler blinked. Was thatโฆ a smile? A real one, not the kind people gave before they excused themselves forever. No, this one had warmth behind it. Dry, sure. Maybe even guarded. But real. She looked up at him with eyes that had clearly seen too much โ he recognized that kind of weight, even if he usually covered his own with sarcasm and poorly timed snack breaks. He shifted his coffee in his hands, suddenly aware of how uncool he absolutely was. Gwen had just dropped a metaphor involving tightropes, long division, rain, and a villain monologue โ and somehow made it sound poetic. Chandler, meanwhile, had once referred to his dating life as โa museum of red flags with no tour guide.โ
But she hadnโt laughed at him. Sheโd laughed with him. His shoulders eased slightly, his grin finding its footing again. โWell,โ he said, half to her and half to himself, โif surviving the chaos is an art form, then Iโm basically finger-painting in the dark.โ She sipped her drink again, watching him the way someone might watch rainfall from behind glass โ curious, not afraid. He could tell she was used to being in control, used to keeping people at armโs length. He wasnโt expecting to break through that. Not really.
But when she said she might take him up on the bad jokes and mediocre caffeine? Chandlerโs smile softened โ less performative this time, more sincere. โHey,โ he said, raising his cup slightly like a toast, โmediocre caffeine and bad jokes are my love language.โ And then, for once, he didnโt rush to fill the silence. He just sat with it, letting the moment settle between them โ two people in a coffee shop, holding the weight of their separate worlds, and maybe, just maybe, setting it down for a second.
๐ฆ๐๐ฅโ๐ฌ ๐๐จ๐จ๐ญ๐ฌ ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ค๐๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ง ๐๐๐๐ค ๐๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ซ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐,ย ย ย letting the sea breeze whip her lavender hair around her face like a banner.ย ย ย her expression stayed unreadable for a beatย ย ย โย ย ย not smug,ย ย ย not defensive.ย ย ย just steady.ย ย ย like sheโd been waiting for this moment longer than she was willing to admit.ย ย ย her eyes locked onto umaโs,ย ย ย that piercing green sharp enough to draw blood.ย ย ย โย ย ย better than you?ย ย ย โย ย ย she echoed,ย ย ย almost amused,ย ย ย the corner of her mouth twitching.ย ย ย โย ย ย uma,ย ย ย if i thought that,ย ย ย i wouldnโt have come back.ย ย ย โ
she took another step,ย ย ย arms loose at her sides,ย ย ย shoulders squared like a girl whoโd been through hell and came out with dragon fire in her bones.ย ย ย mal wasnโt the same scrappy vk who used to pick pockets and hide her heartย ย ย โย ย ย and uma wasnโt the same angry girl chasing waves with something to prove.ย ย ย โย ย ย you think i donโt remember where i came from?ย ย ย โย ย ย her voice lowered,ย ย ย more raw now.ย ย ย โย ย ย the isle made me,ย ย ย just like it made you.ย ย ย but i chose to stop letting it define me.ย ย ย โย ย ย there was no venom in her toneย ย ย โย ย ย not anymore.ย ย ย just truth.ย ย ย something solid.ย ย ย something earned.
โย ย ย and yeah,ย ย ย maybe iโve got people who talk through their problems now.ย ย ย maybe iโve got a crown.ย ย ย but donโt think for a second that i forgot how to fight.ย ย ย โย ย ย she paused,ย ย ย eyes narrowing slightly,ย ย ย the tension humming like electricity between them.ย ย ย familiar.ย ย ย โย ย ย so if youโre here to test me,ย ย ย go ahead.ย ย ย but donโt pretend this is just about proving something to auradon.ย ย ย โย ย ย her gaze softenedย ย ย โย ย ย just barely.ย ย ย โย ย ย youโre not mad i changed,ย ย ย uma.ย ย ย youโre mad i got out.ย ย ย and maybeโฆย ย ย you wish you had,ย ย ย too.ย ย ย โ
Uma didnโt flinch. Not when Malโs boots clicked across her ship like she belonged there. Not when those dragon-green eyes cut into her like they still held fire behind them. Not even when the girl who used to be her rival โ her equal, her mirror โ dared to speak like they were just two sides of the same story. She held her ground, fingers curling loosely at her sides. She could feel the ocean swelling behind her, steady and wild. Just like her. 'You got out,' Uma repeated, bitter and quiet. That was the phrase that lingered. Like leaving meant winning. Like staying meant failure. Her jaw tightened.
Mal had the nerve to walk in here with clean shoes and royal weight in her spine, and still talk about the Isle like it was some old coat she could shrug off. Like it didnโt still cling to Umaโs skin every single day. Like it didnโt shape her into someone who had to fight for everything. Uma stepped forward, the ship creaking under her boots. Not a threat โ not yet. Just presence. Just truth. โYou didnโt come back for me, Mal,โ she said, voice low, bitter-smooth like salt and steel. โYou came back to see if I was still waiting. Spoiler alert: Iโm not.โ Her eyes didnโt waver.
โYou think Iโm mad because you made it out? Iโm mad because you think that crown changed you more than the Isle ever could. You think leaving made you better โ it didnโt. It just made you forget what it means to SURVIVE without anyone handing you a second chance.โ She let her words hang there, letting the sea fill the space between them. โI didnโt need to be saved. I became the queen of something real, something built from nothing. You walked away from that. From us. From what we couldโve done together.โ Umaโs voice softened โ not out of weakness, but something else. Something that sounded dangerously close to hurt. โYou say Iโm mad you changed? No, Mal. Iโm mad you changed without looking back.โ And then, she stepped back, just a little, the wind catching her braids like a final word. โSo donโt ask me to test you. I already did. You failed the second you stopped fighting for the Isle.โ
