#fallenstar193

[picsofpetals]

(Continued from here)

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A disagreement? Maria can't help but find herself misjudging the harshness of Megan's previous snapping; it seemed like quite a change in character for it to be caused by a mere 'disagreement'. Maria knows, or believes she knows, that Megan is downplaying it, likely in an attempt to push Maria's attention off of it, to keep her friend from worrying.

While it certainly does not quell her anxieties, Maria pretends that the meiosis is successful, even going so far as to pull her lips into an innocent, clueless smile. If Megan wishes to downplay whatever it was that troubled her, Maria wasn't going to intrude. She knew her boundaries - and, frankly, didn't particularly want to get snapped at again.

The brunette's eyes flick over to the dripping pictures clipped on a line, and she nods her head, forcefully reassuring herself, aiming to rub off that reassurance on her guest.

"Well; it's going well," she answers, tracing the corner of one photo with her thumb, watching the way that the reflected light glides along the slick surface. The photo of interest contains a field of yellow and red wildflowers, the back of the photo still clean, though once it dries, it's likely to be victim to the needless scrawlings of details that have a tendency to show up on the backs of most of Maria's collection.

Photos are a way to preserve memories, moments in time that may be lost in the turmoil of everyday stress. Photos tell a story, a second-long story contained in the flash of a camera, and photos are a portal on their own. But reminders help; a quick note on the type of flower, what time of day the squirrel was spotted, what trail the photo was taken on. Photos are memories, shared. Shown to more than those who were there in the moment; joined with an onlooker's memory, a communicable past.

Tapping the still-damp film with her finger, her smile grows more genuine, tracing the shape of the field, the splashes of color where the red and the yellow fight for territory. "Took it last week. About a mile or so off campus. A boy in my photography class mentioned it, even offered to take me there," she chuckles, oblivious to any implications of the offer, "but I had some time off work, so I decided to go. Maybe I could take you there sometime. Take more pictures."

[ladyfowlfarmer]

Round 3!

Hope you all liked this! Maybe I’ll do a thing like this again in the future! :D

What Are You Doing In My House?

@fallenstar193

CHAOS

@maskedfrenzy​

Again With The Mask?

@strode-realty-key​​

[the-ghost-face]

“So you wear a mask because your ugly?.”

“Why don’t you come take it off of me and find out for yourself?”

[askthe-stabbygirls]

5

VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS Send me a NUMBER for your muse to :

005. — Throw something large at my muse.

//I decided to make this that starter that I’ve been owing you! So this is set before the Entity pull. Sorry for completely forgetting about your starter again </3 But here it is finally!//

Susie was always a people pleaser. She had spent her life trying to prove herself to everyone, trying to be someone to notice. Unfortunately, this affliction seemed to land her in more trouble than not. It started off small--drinking alcohol, smoking weed--but it soon developed into something more... dubious. Soon her friends, or ‘The Legion’ as they had come to call themselves, had her shoplifting and committing petty crime. And she just... went along with it. 

Once Susie had broken that barrier into crime, there was really no going back. It didn’t take long before she was on her own outings, trying hard to show her friends, but mostly Frank, that she wasn’t a coward. 

So on a night where staying at home wasn’t very appealing, she decided to squat. It was perhaps a bad idea, considering if anything were to happen, she’d likely be caught off guard by herself. But her need to impress was overpowering her logic. She chose a house that seemed abandoned and mostly secluded. Maybe she’d tag the place a few times, stay for a few hours until it felt more comfortable going home. 

When she broke in, she was a bit taken aback by how homey it felt. Maybe the people had left in a rush? Regardless, the staleness in the air made her almost sure no one was home, and if it turned out someone actually did live here, she would leave the second things got dodgy. 

She was creeping across the floor of the kitchen, scouting out the place cautiously. It was dark and hard to see, so her senses were heightened. Just when she thought she heard a footstep, something hard hit the back of her head. 

“Ow!” She barely had time to panic before she yelped out, reaching for the back of her head. Where the fuck had that come from? She couldn’t even see what was thrown at her. Then again, her stare was distracted, trying to pinpoint who the perpetrator was. 

[killers-kitten]

“What are you so afraid of?”

Mary stiffened. Who the hell was this person and why did she ask something like that? She had many fears but she didn’t want to answer that for various reasons. “Why the hell do you want to know? Who are you anyway?”

[mademoiselle-historienne]

"I played and I lost. But to whom exactly?"

derived from these sentence starters

The question had taken a second to process. If there was one thing Nicolette loved, it was knowing the answers to any question. But this one? She was downright clueless. She blinked once, maybe twice as she stared forwards blankly. Absentmindedly she played with her silver locket with its sound accompanying the sound of the campfire. 

“... you’re playing the Entity’s game.” Nicolette finally answered, her shoe drawing circles into the dirt. “You’re stuck here... for eternity. When you lose, it doesn’t matter. The Entity always wins. It feeds off of your insecurities, like a parasite. That’s how it thrives. Honestly I wonder what would happen if we didn’t feed it...” A small shiver then crawled up her spine, causing her to flinch. It was a subtle gust of wind that caused the fire to curve with the direction before returning to normal. Her eyes widened at the flame before her curiosity died down. It was reminding them of its presence. Of its hearing.

“... maybe it’s best if we never know.”

[bloody-cold-fog]

1E(Trapper) and 2E( Michael)

Snore Expression Meme!

"Ask another stupid question and this coffee is going in your eyes."

"Snzzzz"

[stabby-murder-boi]

💚💟

💚 - friendship 💟 - friends with benefits

Sounds fun-- Frank is definitely the sort to have casual physical relationships with his friends (he’s just a teeensy bit of a slut, in the best way), and he thinks Jennifer is hot 😏 Want it to be an established thing already? Or develop something into that?

(You might want to make sure you have asks enabled, though. ^^)

Shipping Call - Send me one if you want to plot one or more of these