lipgloss oracle.

extremely private rp blog for a stranger things oc.

[starglossd]

𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆

𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍

𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒏 . . .

independent private 80s / stranger things affiliated oc. cindy palmer. dreamed by juliet. est 2022. INFO.

[starglossd]

this is so embarrassing i have to ask about this but like...

can someone help me with a thing for one of my muses? my brain is frieddd and i joined a discord rp server and this is my first time on discord rp and please help me with something <3

[ragegrove]

"well, you can't steal MINE." curly blond snorts, patting the top of her head with his ring clad hand. "nah, i don't think that'sss even possible. mm, no. but i'd like to see you try." billy taunts, words sloppy just like his stupid ass grin. "oh, YEAH, cindy cane? i think you ARE embarrassed, ha-ha," crazy laughter emits, drunken clapping ensues, LOUD and obnoxious before hands fall in his lap. "wait... you poking me back, huhh?" heavy lidded gaze looks down at the pokes he's getting that are ticklish (without admitting it), finding it funny too for some reason, so he grabs that pink polished finger and then bites it.

[starglossd]

"i don't wanna steal it, mine's prettier." she insists with a playful little smirk, pretending to adjust an invisible tiara. "oh, please. that's probably the least embarrassing thing i've done." and it probably won't be the last, either. there's a fiery playfulness that comes over her and she scoots closer, tapping and poking him repeatedly with her manicured fingers. "yep," she announces cheerfully, smile lighting up her face. billy catches her by surprise though and she fake gasps, instantly pulling her finger away. "oh- what, are you a cat now or something?" she giggles, wondering what the weirdest thing next to that would be and getting ideas.

[starglossd]

it's been a busy week, but i'll do replies later tonight! <3

[ragegrove]

 “what's that mean, huhh. i know i'm not.” leaning down, getting into her personal space, poking at her chin.  “yeah, whatever. you are to me, though.” blues rolled at the girl, gently squeezing her chin, fixated on pestering her more than usual. he knows she's a lot nicer than he is and until now, until a whole lot of liquor got into his bloodstream, he didn't admit it out loud what he thought of her but he's doing a lot of that tonight.

face breaks out into amusement the moment the giant ew spills from her, cheeks dimpling as hard laughter spills from him as soon as he gets the reaction from her.  “WHY wouldn't i.” that's the bigger question, propping his elbow up on his knee, heavy gaze fully trained on her– drunken admiration causing his features to appear calm.  “well, maybe. but you went wrong trying to shock me, you can't shock me. i'm KING freak.” letting his tongue stick out playfully, a lot of pride he takes in that.  “are ya embarrassed now, cindyyy? think ya are.” he hiccups, jabbing his finger into her side now.

[starglossd]

cindy isn't sure how he does it so easily, activating the more colorful parts of her but he always manages to do it. make her laugh, shift her mood from dark, dreamy and questioning to this. like she's playing a game, eyes sparkling with hilarity. she pauses for a moment, blinks and refuses to let billy keep the upper hand. " i guess not, but that makes me QUEEN freak. all i need is a tiara." she leans forward slightly, tilting her head with a bright smile, giggling. whatever absurd thing she's done before probably won't be the last and they both know it. "maybe i can't shock you, but i can still out-freak you." quickly recovering from her spell of vulnerability, she sticks out a neon pink manicured finger and starts poking him back repeatedly. "i'm not embarrassed, it's the wine making me blush. that's a thing, you know." her gaze is unwavering. she's capable of incredible poise, but she's up for a little challenge if it's fun.

[sensorygif]

sensory

[ragegrove]

 “i thinkk it came out funny the way it is.” a laugh falls from his liquor stained lips, finding things more funnier than usual as the alcohol runs his bloodstream. and maybe behind the dumb joke he tried to carry it was just a way to skirt around the fact he could sense what she really meant about it. fingers chased cindy's face as she leaned away, amusement falling from his lips a little longer, before dropping his hand when his pack of smokes fall out of his front pocket and he leans down to pick them up.

“care about me?” arched brows creased, “that sounds uhhh, i don't know– unusual. untrue. pointless,” again, laughing it off, just because he hadn't known care since eight year's old and even the alcohol couldn't douse that reminder. what is he supposed to do with the feeling now? “what would you want to do that for anyway... you're too nice, cindy.” another drunken confession. she's too nice to DEAL with his shit and he had never really outright said that, he always turned away and shut her out when he tried to say it but used terrible and unhealthy ways of doing it.

 “humanity...” his brain buffered, a little scoff following behind,  “what's humanity.” playing dumb just to give her a hard time purposely.  “and nothin's weird. 'sides that, you know how much i love weird. 'memberr that time i chewed up my gum and tried stickin' it in your mouth, but you out weirded me and you took it and CHEWED it. that was really fucking gross and weird...i loved it.” a drunken smile curling his lips before a hearty laugh emits at the memory.

[starglossd]

"iiii think you need to give yourself more credit." cindy rolled her eyes, unable to help smiling. she doesn't know how to justify feeling the way she does in a way that's going to get through to him. "you're actually not the worst company in the world, believe it or not." her voice isn't all sugary or romantic, but she still means it even if it's an understatement. that seems to work with him. "i'm not too nice, i'm weird... too weird for this world." her words fall in a lazy sigh, a fate she's accepted. cindy's always felt like, in a strange way, she didn't always perfectly align with anyone around her. always hyper sensitive, endlessly creative, more emotionally attuned than most people care to be, introspective, curious. always willing to see things from lesser considered perspectives, or having radical ideas. she can switch on the charm and the sass, but that's cindy. she's different and she's always known it, never the easiest person to understand. but at least she's self aware, and her mind is just as labyrinthine as billy's. and somehow, he keeps gravitating toward her. like she does with him. maybe they'll never understand why.

"oh my god. ewwwwww! whyyy would you remiiind me of that?!" she whined, making a face and concealing half of it with a manicured hand but laughing anyway. god, some of the things she used to do for his attention were so embarrassing. "maybe that's what i was trying to do, seeing how you'd react and trying to freak you out on purpose. ever heard of shock value, huh?" she taunted back. "god... who was i back then? i... don't know her. we do not know her," she shook her head, but a little smirk crept onto her lips anyway. "i'm sure you did." she giggled playfully, feeling a little floaty from the alcohol but in a good way. "what's wrong with us?"

[ragegrove]

something vulnerable spoke through the intoxication the moment the words slipped, he barely felt the consequence of it from how much alcohol he had downed TONIGHT'S problems demons with. alcohol never could find a predictable tone with him, it intensified the powerful emotions that already resided there– unpredictable mood swings, bursts of anger, temporary moments of calm and then storm and harmless fun that could switch to danger in a blink. all of it somehow worse than it already was when he was drunk.

in this moment though, his brain chose to be vulnerable. vulnerable– of ALL things. he'll really kick himself in the face for the shit he just said tomorrow. ring clad hand lifted, fingers adorned in silver reached up to pet her like a cat, lost in fixating on these locks of gold that he touches. her hair reminded him of the sun he never saw in his constant life of a dark storm, cindy felt like that. like a summer sun. guess that's what prompted him to reveal things he shoved down, deep down inside, those many glasses of alcohol tasting like a facade that's been briefly dropped.

"oh, really?" he snorts, eyes heavy, deep voice slurred, "so whatt, you don't feel real things a lot cindy? what the hell does that even mean. you don't feel allll these many real things," he drunkenly laughs, gesturing around them, taking it literally. "don't feel this? my real hand, huh." billy plays, letting his pestering fingers scatter and tap all over her face.

[starglossd]

"oh, shut up and lemme be poetic for once," she giggles, nose scrunching playfully as her face tilts away from his fluttering fingers for just a second and her deeper pink stained lips twitch into a soft smile, but what she was trying to express clearly didn't land. right. she has to remember that her mind works differently than his ( and most people's ). sometimes, things make more sense in her head. "but yeah, sorry ... that ... came out a lot more abstract than i wanted," she acknowledges self consciously and shakes her head, eyes fluttering closed like she's trying to concentrate. her hand flourishes in the air with emphasis as she tries to think through the dreamy wine buzz she's starting to feel. she doesn't mind his gentle touch through her soft waves of honey, though; truthfully, she likes it a little too much and it brings her a temporary moment of relaxation. she trusts him enough to welcome his touch, letting him close to her.

"what i meant by that ... i haven't really cared about anyone else this much." she pauses, letting him taste the depth of that. "and that scares me a little." somewhere between the past and now, vulnerability had been something cindy kept extremely close. but she's not going ignore a rare moment, matching the crack in his armor with her own and meeting him there without overexposing herself. letting him decide what to do with a confession of her own. maybe, maybe this time ... it's okay to let herself be a little softer with him. it's not a marriage proposal or anything absurd. but if something has to be true, their connection isn't nothing. "but i guess that's humanity, right?" maybe if she downplays it right back, he won't freak out and bolt. chalking that up to platonic normalcy. because that's what happens when two people keep choosing to stay around each other, isn't it? she doesn't want to overthink. she knows him by now; one step closer to something, three steps back. again and again. "it's okay. i won't make it weird." she's trying so hard to keep it grounded, trauma trained reflexes like a cat in a thunderstorm telling her to pretend whatever was just exchanged wasn't that deep. if he wants to spill more surprisingly sweet but confusing things, she won't press it out of him. but even as she brings her wine glass to her lips for another sip, she's paying attention.

[starglossd]

ragegrove asked: "i wasn't lying when i said i didn't want anything serious. i just didn't realize i only want it with you." - from drunken confessions. >:)

despite letting herself have an occasional drink, cindy's mind is still perfectly lucid. if anything, her thoughts are a little deeper and more poignant. but he says that and the world stops. she's paid attention to every detail, aware of the way he looked at her and his proximity. asked herself a hundred times what it means. if it means anything, or if she's just a particularly delusional flavor of hopelessly romantic. the way he showed her a different side of himself than what everyone else knew. that alone had to be pretty damn special and she knew that. but she hopes it's not just the beer talking, or even worse, some weird experiment to see how quickly she folds because she's not the naive girl she once was, she's lost that fragility that made her easy to prey on. do not do this to me, billy hargrove. he better be honest about this, because god, she swears she feels a tectonic shift. her gaze is suddenly more intense and nothing else matters except how badly she wants it too. her pride might've kept her from admitting it even to herself at times, along with attempts to reason with herself that it would probably be a bad idea or never work, but she tragically has a heart and this isn't something she can outrun for much longer. and maybe she doesn't want to. she's dead silent for a moment, her gaze never leaving his piercing blues that are dangerously easy to get lost in and she knows she's on the edge of doing something potentially very stupid. and just might if he lets her. she's only ever felt real with billy, actually feeling something after disassociating through most of her days. it was always different with him with a sense of inevitability. "you're the realest thing i've ever felt in my life." a disturbingly honest thing to say. she's half terrified, half electrified, but she's not dancing around the truth tonight.

[valtsv]

hey sorry i'm late i wandered into a liminal space

[starglossd]

𝙨t𝙧𝖺𝗇𝗴𝗲𝙧 t𝘩𝗂𝗇𝗴𝙨 𝘩𝗲𝖺𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗼𝗇𝙨

1. the hum beneath the lights ever since starcourt, fluorescent lights make her anxious. they buzz wrong; she can tell when the power around hawkins starts to shift. she’s learned to recognize that hum right before the world goes sideways.

2. empath interference the upside down doesn’t just mess with electronics, it scrambles feelings too. when a gate opens, her empathy goes haywire. she feels things that aren’t human; terror that tastes metallic, hunger that doesn’t belong to anyone she knows.

3. glamour shots to ground herself the studio becomes her anchor. fixing curls and powdering cheeks keeps her in reality when the psychic noise gets loud. each click of the camera is a small reminder: she’s here, not there.

4. starcourt scars she keeps a faint burn on her wrist from that night—the one no one talks about. sometimes it warms up when the air gets too still, like a warning. she covers it with bracelets and calls it fashion.

5. billy’s echo after the possession, she swears she can still feel him sometimes—like a residual pulse in the air. she doesn’t know if it’s grief, trauma, or something stranger. she tells herself it’s the first two, but she keeps the car radio tuned to his favorite station anyway.

6. the mindscape mirror when she dreams, she sometimes ends up in that other version of hawkins—dark, dripping, wrong. she wakes up with dirt under her nails and doesn’t ask how it got there. that's why she keeps them so pretty all the time.

7. empathy as radar the kids call her a “monster detector.” she hates the nickname, but they’re not wrong. her empathy spikes before something bad happens; she can feel the ripple of fear before people even know why they’re afraid.

8. the secret hotline hopper keeps her number. when things get weird, he calls her to “feel the room out.” she pretends it’s a nuisance but she’s proud that someone finally sees her gift as more than a party trick.

9. candy and caffeine psychic energy drains her sugar levels fast. she always has a chocolate bar or a can of new coke nearby, claiming it’s habit, not survival.

10. the promise she once told herself she’d leave hawkins after everything. every time she tries, something—someone—pulls her back. maybe it’s loyalty. maybe it’s unfinished business. maybe the town still needs her heartbeat.

[starglossd]

Q: . . . LIST TEN HEADCANONS YOU HAVE FOR YOUR MUSE. if multiblog, pick one or all of your muses. ✰ stolen from : @persephonaveil 𔘓 tagging: @doeeyedgilbert & whoever else wants to <3

1. the heart-reader cindy feels everything. she doesn’t just pick up moods, she absorbs them, like perfume clinging to her skin. other people’s happiness makes her dizzy; heartbreak hits like a static shock. sometimes she wishes she could just walk through a crowd and not drown in everyone else’s feelings, but then again—what would she be without that sensitivity?

2. the glitter defense mechanism every bit of sparkle she wears is strategic. gloss, shimmer, perfume—distraction disguised as confidence. it’s easier to make people look at the shine than at the cracks. she learned young that if you sparkle loud enough, nobody asks what’s wrong.

3. the soundtrack girl she thinks in songs, not sentences. every memory is backed by music—some pop hook, some synth line that plays in her head when she remembers a moment too vividly. she builds mixtapes like some people keep diaries. they all start happy and end in heartbreak.

4. psychic hangovers after she leans too hard into her clairvoyance, everything turns too bright, too much. like being tuned to every radio station at once. she calls it “spark burnout.” sometimes she just needs a quiet room, dim light, and the sound of someone breathing next to her to come back down.

5. the mall oracle the glamour shots studio is her stage and her sanctuary. she curls, crimps or teases hair, applies lipstick, and listens while strangers confess things they didn’t mean to say out loud. she tells them they’re beautiful. she means it every time, even when it hurts.

6. loyalty issues she’s friendly with everyone but close to almost no one. it’s not drama—it’s self-preservation. she’s learned that empathy doesn’t always earn empathy back. once she decides you’re hers, though, she’ll defend you like instinct. even if you break her heart.

7. the camera obsession there’s always a camera in her bag. she calls it “memory insurance.” she photographs everything—faces, reflections, little moments nobody else notices. sometimes she catches billy in the frame without meaning to. sometimes she means to.

8. empath etiquette she hates when people call her gift a blessing. feeling too much is never easy. some mornings she wakes up already tired from emotions that aren’t even hers. but she still tries to see the best in it, to believe that maybe she’s meant to feel deeply because someone has to.

9. slow-burn courage she’s not reckless; she’s patient. she doesn’t run from fear, she studies it. she’s learned that standing still can be its own kind of bravery. that’s why she stays when people show her the sides of himself everyone else has written off. she’s not saving them. she’s just refusing to look away.

10. the soft rebellion cindy’s version of rebellion is quiet but deliberate—sparkly nails in places that expect modesty, laughter in rooms built for silence, doing things that make her feel something real. she doesn’t burn bridges. she bedazzles them and walks across anyway.

[starglossd]

i'm gonna post more headcanons over the next 2 days because st5 is almost here and CINDY IS BEING LOUD <3

[malabu]

drunken confessions

"it makes me mad how pretty/handsome you are"

"i don't have to be drunk to know how much i love you."

"i wish i was the only person you looked at like that."

"goddamnit, i told myself i wouldn't cry."

"we should just, like, run away together." "and go where, exactly?" "anywhere."

"you know me better than so many people."

"i don't deserve you." "yes you do." "no. no, no, no, i don't. you're, like, so out of my league it's insane."

"i think you're my soulmate."

"i knew i shouldn't have said that. i'm sorry."

"kiss me." "you're drunk." "pfft. it's just a kiss."

"your hands are so warm. feels nice."

"i don't wanna go home." "why not?" "'cus you're not there."

"you're my favourite person in the whole wide world."

"you're not gonna leave me, are you?"

"you should let me paint you. i'd do such a good job at it."

"if you keep looking at me like that i'm gonna fall even more in love." "even more?"

"i don't care if i forget this in the morning. i'm just happy to be with you right now."

"i should've told you how i felt before. woulda saved a lot of time and heartache."

"your smile is so beautiful it almost makes me nauseous." "you don't know what you're saying." "in a good way."

"i can't believe i just said that. it was supposed to be a secret."

"i wasn't lying when i said i didn't want anything serious. i just didn't realize i only want it with you."

"are you sure you don't want anything serious?" "i'm sure." "you're breakin' my heart."

"that guy/girl you're seeing? he/she doesn't deserve you."

"you're my favorite person, you know that?" "i know."

"i'm so scared i'm gonna fuck this up."

"sometimes i feel like you're the only one who gets me."

"i know i love you more than you love me. but that's okay. i still get to be with you. and i love you."

"i wrote a song about you." "did you now?" "yep. and it's super poetic."

"your hands are so much bigger/smaller than mine."

"i'm so glad i exist at the same time as you."

"you ever think the universe wanted us to meet and fall in love?" "i know it did."

"babe, look, that car is your favourite color. how cool."

[rpmemeandmusings]

halloween/fall starters ! 🎃

masterlist of autumn and halloween themed sentence starters! 

​❝ i made pumpkin cookies! want to try one? ❞

​❝ thanks for bringing me to this fall festival. ❞

​❝ let’s go to the fall carnival! ❞

​❝ let’s go get a pumpkin frappucino! ❞

​❝ do you wanna go walk in the leaves with me? ❞

❝ did you cut yourself carving the pumpkin? let me see it. ❞

​❝ how does my pumpkin look? ❞

​❝ we can go get hot chocolate after this movie? ❞

​❝ want to go to this halloween party with me after school? ❞

❝ stay still i’m almost done with your costume. ❞

​❝ let’s paint pumpkins. ❞

❝ hurry up! we’re going to be late for the costume party! ❞

❝ help me decorate! ❞

​❝ let’s open some windows, okay? ❞

​❝ it’s starting to rain… ❞

​❝ bring a jacket! ❞

​❝ i didn’t expect it to get so cold. can i borrow your jacket? ❞

​❝ do we really need to go to a pumpkin patch? can’t we just buy one at the store? ❞

​❝ let’s go pick pumpkins! ❞

​❝ it’s chilly out here, you need a coat. take mine. ❞

​❝ you sound sick. are you sick? ❞

​*throws leaves on your head*

*sneeze* ​❝ sorry, allergies. ❞

​❝ wanna go out for halloween? ❞

​❝ looks like it’s time to rake the leaves… ❞

​❝ let’s go get hot chocolate then go for a walk. ❞

​❝ let’s go trick-or-treating! ❞

❝ let’s go jump in the leaves! ❞

​❝ come in here where it’s dry! ❞

​❝ it’s dark?! already?! ❞

​❝ ooh it’s chilly out. ❞

​❝ please, enough with the pumpkin spice. ❞

​❝ good morning. no, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer… ❞

❝ did you hear about the werewolf/vampire/witch roaming around this town on halloween night? ❞

❝ let’s go to the haunted house! oh, please, please, please, please?! ❞

❝ i don’t get scared. i’m practically fearless. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ we have to get out of here! ❞

❝ are you going to hide in my shoulder the whole time? or actually watch the movie? ❞

❝ i’m not going in a graveyard. ❞

❝ what did you get? ❞

❝ want to trade candy? ❞

❝ i got a rock. ❞

❝ don’t blame me! it was your idea to come in here! ❞

❝ what are you going as for halloween this year? ❞

❝ i just can’t wait for halloween! ❞

❝ you should totally buy that costume! ❞

❝ trick or treat! ❞

❝ happy halloween! ❞

❝ happy fall! ❞

❝ i wanna make sure that my jack-o-lantern is the best! ❞

❝ i’ll race you through the corn maze! ❞

❝ that guy in the gorilla costume has been following us for the past ten blocks. ❞

❝ aww come on! it was a prank! ❞

❝ please, please, PLEASE no scary movie marathon! ❞

❝ that wasn’t funny! ❞

❝ i keep tripping over my costume. ❞

❝ i’m not sure we should go down that street. ❞

❝ no fair! your costume is getting you more candy. ❞

❝ faster! we need to get to all of the houses! ❞

❝ forget being ‘too old’ to trick or treat. i’m doing this forever! ❞

❝ i don’t like these woods. ❞

❝ i just saw something! ❞

❝ look at that intestine cake! ❞

​❝ i’ll trade you candy. ❞

❝ i’m a real vampire. ❞

❝ do you think stuff really happens on halloween? like..supernatural stuff. ❞

❝ i made us matching costumes! ❞

❝ i think i just saw something move outside your window…is someone watching us? ❞

❝ you’re not going to make me carve this pumpkin all by myself, are you? ❞

❝ did you hear there’s a masquerade ball this halloween? let’s go! ❞

❝ you shouldn’t go out there! ❞

❝ s-scared? me? i’m not..scared. ❞

[ruinedaydreams]

writing prompts !

topics: fluff, yearning, jealousy

prompts are free to use, without credits. requests open.

Falling asleep on the couch together, neither wanting to move even though their necks will hurt.

Meeting halfway in the rain with no umbrella, laughing as they both get soaked.

One of them quietly memorizing the other’s morning routine just to make their favorite coffee.

Reading a book together. One reading aloud until their voice goes soft, the other just listening.

Dancing barefoot in the kitchen to a song only they can hear.

Fixing each other’s hair or clothes, pretending it’s nothing, but lingering just a little too long.

Getting caught staring across a crowded room and both smiling like they’re sharing a secret.

Late-night phone calls where they don’t even talk, just fall asleep to each other’s breathing.

One holding the other’s hand under the table at a gathering so no one else notices.

Sharing a jacket or scarf when it’s cold, pressed close with no excuse but warmth.

Waiting for everyone else to fall asleep during a road trip just to whisper to each other in the dark.

Passing each other in a crowded hallway, hands brushing like it was an accident, but both of them feel it.

One of them dozing off on the other’s shoulder, while the other stays perfectly still so they don’t wake them.

Catching sight of them dancing with someone else at a party and forcing a smile, even though it stings.

Getting caught staring, quickly looking away, and then stealing another glance anyway.

Exchanging gifts that are small and subtle, but mean far more than either will admit.

Walking home together at night, wishing the street would never end because neither wants to say goodbye.

A brush of fingers while passing something over, feeling like an electric shock to both of them.

Standing close under the same umbrella, every bump of their shoulders louder than the rain.

One of them listening to the other talk about someone they’re interested in, not realizing it’s secretly them.

Watching someone else make their crush laugh a little too much and sulking quietly in the corner.

Interrupting a conversation under the excuse of needing help, just to pull them away.

Clinging to their arm a little tighter than usual when a flirty stranger walks up.

Pretending not to care while eavesdropping on every word of someone else talking to them.

Casually asking, “So… who was that?” with a smile that doesn’t reach their eyes.

Pulling them onto their lap during a party to make a silent point.

Getting overly competitive in a game because their crush is cheering for someone else.

Suddenly becoming very helpful when another person is trying to impress them.

Holding their hand just a little tighter when someone accidentally brushes too close.

Walking them home even when they don’t need it, just to make sure no one else does.

[mystarlessskies]