#dicerxlled

[notimminent]

@dicerxlled chimed, "some guy said my aura’s moonstone."

"Was this person high or did you pay them?" Her words came out blunt as she flipped forward a page in her book, letting her gaze move to meet theirs. "Did you sleep with them or were they trying to sleep with you? Because, honestly, anyone who says the color moonstone is trying to impress you and show their color name lexicon. It's arrogant and outlandish. Flagrant, if you will. See? The bigger words that I say, the more of an asshole that I sound like." She goes back to read her book before taking in a deep breath and continuing with rapid speed, "And anyways, what kind of color is moonstone? There are different moonstone colors so not only do they sound like an asshole, but a dumb one at that. Do your research before you go around saying people seem like their aura is moonstone. That's like saying my aura is the color of dirt. Congrats, you have a white aura, or maybe it's blue. Or CHARTREUSE. It's just dumb."

[hawkinsblcd]

for @dicerxlled , from here !!

SILENCE BEFELL THE YOUNG WOMAN , her  body  flinching  in  response  to  eddie's  sudden  and  animated  movements.  near-death  had  changed  many  things  ,  but  it  seemed  the  fundamental  parts  of  who  they  were  remained  intact.  it  was  a  comforting  thing  to  chrissy  in  some  ways  ;  there  was  a  certain  solace  in  knowing  that  ,  despite  it  all  ,  eddie  remained  his  quirky  ,  well-humored  self.  in  others  ,  it  was  a  stark  reality  check.  not  even  a  brief  time  in  the  place  they  called the upside down fighting  in  interdimensional  being  could  erase  the  trauma  of  her  past  —  even  if  she  knew  his  reaction  was  warranted  ,  and  posed  no  real  threat  to  her.

still  her  mother's  chastising  voice  rang  in  her  ears  —  stupid , loud-mouthed chrissy , good , pretty girls should be seen and not heard ! or  was  that all simply the monstrous vision created by vecna  ?  it  was  still  hard  to  tell.

❛  i  didn't  mean  it  like  that  ...  ❜  her  quiet  voice  came  after  a  moment's  pause  ,  eyes  cast  downward  to  avoid  his  gaze.  ❛  it  was  brave  ,  what  you  did  ,  even  if  it  was  kinda  stupid.  i  was  just  meaning  ...  what  i  wanted  to  say  is  that  ...  your  life  matters  to  people  ,  you  know  ?  ❜ if nothing else , it mattered to chrissy .

[whitcwidcw]

　　　　@dicerxlled sent: TOUSLE.

　　　　Yelena couldn’t remember the last time she’d actually smoked in her life — probably cause that had never happened before Eddie Munson had become part of her life. Whatever was in that cigarette — the same one that had made her throat itch and cough like crazy at first — had suddenly made her feel a lot more relaxed that she’d felt in years. As they laid on the ground, damp grass under their light bodies, the calm in her mind was quite obvious in the way her breath moved — or in the fact that she’d not cut off Eddie’s hand for daring to play with her hair.

　　　　« Stop it! » Blond strands now all ruffled, she couldn’t care less. The maniacal care she usually put in braiding and making sure her mane remained perfect, now seemed to have been replaced with laziness. Yes, Yelena could’ve stand up and redo the hairstyle, but she was just so comfy right where she was. Maybe that was the reason why people liked drugs so much. « Pft, now you have to fix it. » Said like a stubborn kid, she moved just enough to do the same to him. Hand as fast as a lightning, she ruffled his curls and smirked in satisfaction. « Now we’re even. »

[whitcwidcw]

　　　　@dicerxlled sent: NIGHT TERRORS.

　　　　It’d only been a few days, but Yelena still wasn’t used to sharing her house and space with someone else — her bed, too, considering that the apartment was so small she didn’t even had a couch for her or Eddie to sleep on. With the whole town still believing him dead, going to an hospital simply hadn’t been a choice, the two of them resorting to keeping him there with her after barely escaping the Upside Down. His body was recovering well, despite the small and uncomfortable mattress, but sleeping… Sleeping hadn’t become any easier once exhaustion had dissipated. The air still smelled like fear and adrenaline.

　　　　« Eddie… Eddie, calm down. You’re not there. » His screams had woken her up in the middle of the night, his figure moving frantically under the blankets. She’d turned on the light with eyes still drowsy, the bedside lamp making her squint as she turned towards Eddie. Hugs had never been a thing that came easy to her, and yet Yelena now found herself holding the other’s figure against her. « Shh… You’re okay, you’re safe. »

[withliight]

WHICH -CORE AESTHETIC ARE YOU

H O N E Y C O R E

a field, golden hour, sweet pastry, and a friend to share it all with... yep, that's what peace is to you. you love nature of course, and are especially fond of bugs. you don't necessarily like the taste of honey, but you adore the /vibes/ it gives you. also, if you don't already have tea time regularly, you dream of the day you'll have enough time to properly sit down and enjoy the sweets and the quietness that come with it.

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tagging: @depictedblue & @brokenbrxther & @zoomingupthathill & @nklsdttr & @kingsnack

[withliight]

[ LINGER ]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀

[ LINGER ]:          taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing.

caroline isn't sure what she felt in that moment , the tension thick in the air . going from talking about the evil dead and the horror-thon to whatever THIS WAS . her breath caught in her throat unsure what to say , what to do . FOR ONCE . and so she ended up doing nothing . eyes flutter as she tries to piece together when exactly it had changed and how she hadn't noticed that the cogs had been set in motion . her fingers felt tingly and warm where his hands at been and a wave of confusion overwhelmed her before her gaze dropped to them before looking back up at him . ‘  what was that for ? was i doing that thing again where i won't shut up ? ’ she asked before letting out a soft laugh , a warm smile gracing her lips , the warmth pooling and swelling in her stomach.

@dicerxlled

[cheersnap]

"it's from a surgery when i was ten." she watches the movement of eddie's finger on her skin for a moment, trying not to shy away from his touch. "i was a gymnast before i was a cheerleader. dislocated my shoulder in the middle of my bar routine." the injury wasn't even the first thing she thought of whenever she looked at it or someone saw it — it was all the time she spent rubbing scar cream on it and actually praying so it would fade and become unnoticeable.

her mother was a little more bothered about an obvious imperfection on her skin than she was about the injury. as always, annette's words have stuck with her throughout the years. "sorry," chrissy says after a moment, although she has no idea why she's even apologizing. "it's kind of ugly and sticks out up close, i know."

@dicerxlled : [ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender traces a scar on receiver’s body