#enjoytheglow

[puellamariis]

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"Oh, I fully intend to! I've already read just about every book on the ocean I could get my hands on, and I spend most of my time in it when the weather's warm enough, of course!" Izzy prattles on, completely unaware that the woman might be taken aback. "I'm eleven, but I'll be twelve in March! How old are you?"

[livedtough]

@enjoytheglow said: 💧✨️ (reverse)

↣ MOONLIGHT AESTHETIC STARTERS

(💧) My muse cries in front of yours.

Edwin is not, nor has he ever been, a particularly empathetic person. It's not due to any lack of want, but only a lack of understanding. People's emotions, other's as well as his own, make him uncomfortable. Happiness, sadness, it all confuses him. He has tried to better his knowledge over the decades, but it all still seems to be a sort of impenetrable barrier that he is not meant to cross.

Which is all to say that when he hears the telltale sound of tears, of someone crying, his first response is not one of compassion, but anxiety. It isn't outright fear, perhaps, as he knows what fear is, and would never attribute it to something so silly, but it is certainly apprehension. However, nervous as he may be, he is not a cruel person. He is goodhearted beneath his sarcasm, his self-preservation, so despite his strong desire to turn the other way, he finds himself approaching the source of the sound.

A woman. A very upset woman. He has never spent much time around girls, and far less around women, but that means little to him. He is no more or less uncomfortable. "Excuse me," he says softly. "Are you quite alright?"

[scarybush]

“ right. should’ve been a bit more subtle then. ” her tone is painfully dry- brittle and acidic and deeply suspicious. arms folded across her middle, scaramouche arches a brow and gives a long, LONG look. “ what’s going on? ”

@enjoytheglow SAID : YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO HEAR THAT.

[kingrammer]

MAE 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐆 : "today's  just...  one  of  the  harder  days." - Mae talking about withdrawal symptoms

where it hurts starters.

A  nod  of  acknowledgement  ,  long  gone  had  the  days  of  experimentation  for  him  ,  he  cannot  say  he  ever  experienced  anything  even  remotely  similar  ,  that  is  not  to  say  that  he  couldn't  understand  .

⸺ ♔. ❝    Would  you  like  a  distraction  ?  ❞  His  fingers  running  over  th  rungs  of  his  own  knuckles  interchangably  from  hand  to  hand  .  ❝   We  could  watch  a  movie  or  play  a  game  or  just  ...  talk  ,  if  you  know  ?  -  are  ya  cold  ?  I  can  get  you  some  blankets  .  ❞   ⸺  ཐིཋྀ  @enjoytheglow  .

[deathmaiidens]

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"Wow, this place looks swank! Or should that be swell? I dunno the difference yet." Lily laughed self-consciously.

"Your guess is as good as mine, dear." Victoria gave her daughter a pat on the shoulder and exchanged a look with her husband, both as confused by all this Americana as ever.

Still, ever since their rambunctious Lily had been born, they'd been thrust into all manner of adventures. Victoria couldn't say she didn't enjoy it sometimes. After all, there was a bit of an adventuress in her heart, too, despite her very prim-and-proper upbringing and demeanor.

She stepped further into the Five and Dime, one delicate hand clutching her exuberant daughter's and one assuringly clutching Victor's. The sounds of jazz music soothed his nerves a little for their familiarity. While the young father normally preferred classical, it was nice to know there were places above ground full of the same energy and life as the Ball & Socket Lounge.

Something else that was familiar caught Lily's attention. "They're playing 'All The Cats Join In'!"

"All the what -- Lily!"

The child let go of her parents' hands with a little giggle, dashing around the dancing teenagers and leaping right up to the counter. She spun herself around in her chair a couple of times before looking at the menu. As she decided on just what she'd get to satisfy her sweet tooth (and of course, waited for her befuddled parents to catch up to her), she sang along to the music, tapping her fingers on the countertop and swinging her legs.

"What have we told you about running off, young lady?" Victoria scolded her daughter gently as she finally came around, a dizzied Victor in tow.

"It wasn't that far away!" Lily insisted laughingly.

"Just when did you say your friend was meeting us here?" Victor had been scanning the sea of young faces for the neighbor woman he'd heard so much about.

"Shouldn't be too long now - Oh! There she is! MAE, OVER HERE!"

[heedingcalls]

“Let me guess - you need something.” - for Betelgeuse, from Mae in her ghost AU

Air passes through his lips in a noisy burst of air, eyes rolling high and almost out of his moldy skull. His large arms cross over his chest and Betelgeuse raises his shoulders up, shaking his head.

❛ Everybody needs something, doll face. And if they say they don't, they're a huge fuckin' liar.❜

He pushes himself up straight, landing on his boots with a scuffle and a hop. ❛ You need somethin' too, right? Don't need t' play coy or nothing. I can always tell when people are seekin' a lil' something-something. ❜

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[amobscene]

@enjoytheglow liked for billie "you gonna share any'a that, or just wave it 'round in my face?"

[halfterra]

"does the past ever keep you up at night?" - from Mae in her second verse (from MORBID CURIOSITY ... [ REMASTERED ])

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"no." he answers, far too quickly to be the entire truth. peter didn't really consider himself someone who slept enough anyway to have memories that kept him awake but, if he was less of an insomniac, he'd bemoan the fact that they should have left him alone by now. they say it takes seven positive impressions to undo a bad first impression - and, surely, that logic would extend to the not-so-good dealings of his past also. it'd been a long while since he last accidentally committed galactic genocide, if good karma wasn't in his cards by now, it wouldn't ever be. "i mean - not often." a sharp inhale through the teeth. his fingers snake their way over the knuckles of the opposing hand, running nervously over the curve of the bone. "that's life. i s'pose." "you help people, you love people, you lose people. think about it too long and you'll go crazy - i don't think i'm interested in derailing myself any further."