#opiumnoire

[salvatoraesmoved]

[ TXT ] : i'll leave that up to your imagination.

text stefan, accepting.

( imessage ⤻ blair ) i... don't even know what this means. ( imessage ⤻ blair ) can i get a hint ?

[painmon-a]

1 NEW OFFERING! — Blair vc: I have come back not to set everything on fire, but to take you out for brunch. Come, come. So! What are we having, and you simply must catch me up on the latest. ( @opiumnoire )

THE invitation, all things considered, surprises him.

❛ Blair! ❜ He's not the hugging type, but if he was she'd have received the tightest bear-hug known to man, simply because he's happy to see her again. ❛ I didn't know you were coming over— okay, okay, lemme grab my boots— ❜

Peter moves with rare outward excitement, all but cartoonish in his effort to dress quickly. When he returns to the door, he's clad in his favourite pale yellow hoodie and his thick-soled boots.

❛ We're having WAFFLES! ❜ he declares, clipping Max's harness, his service jacket velcroed proudly into place. ❛ Well— I am anyway. ❜

[painmon-a]

1 NEW OFFERING! — the world is burning and i laugh at the blaze. ( @opiumnoire )

THE URGE TO ROLL HIS EYES IS INSTANT. He gives into it almost as easily as he used to give in to the compulsion to smoke weed.

❛ Yeah, wow, so cool of you, ❜ he drawls sardonically, ❛ Being surrounded by suffering and injustice and just laughing about it is so villainness-coded, or whatever the morons on Pinterest and Instagram say. ❜

It isn't as if he took the comment personally; that isn't what this is about at all. If he's honest, the reason it annoyed him so much is because he sees his old self in there, and he resents the boy he used to be. There was so much that wasn't his fault—the abuse, the spiral into addiction, the cult and its deranged followers— but the way he let it all burrow inside of him and define him is still a source of shame. One he's tackling with Doctor Hale, yes, but one he has yet to defeat.

How could I have been so selfish? So indifferent to the suffering of others when I myself know what it's like to live in agony?

❛ Maybe instead of acting like a caricature of a bad person, you can wise up and try to help people. You're talented, Blair. You can do better than just standing by and letting people burn. ❜

[freakadot]

“Perfection is not about control.”

asks, answered.

"i don't have any illusions of achieving perfection." nor does she really want to try. her mother expected perfection out of her; maybe there's no bigger fuck you to the late scientist by being a fuck up. elora is no perfect hero, no perfect daughter, no perfect specimen to test her theories on. she is a fucking disaster, yes, but this is a comfort, a blanket wrapped snuggly around her shoulders.

"and i don't mean to sound like an asshole or anything, but ... from my experience, it's the opposite. perfection is all about control. either self control, or pressure put on you by somebody else." she shakes her head. "i don't have any time for that."

[freakadot]

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

asks, answered.

elora can count on both hands the gifts she has received in her life. all of her childhood worldly possessions have been either turned to ash, or thrown into the garbage. there isn’t much that elora carries with her — she moves around so often, where would she even carry her things? and flowers wilt and die so quickly once they are cut she has no vase, no place to put these and … — and even the cynic in elora cannot disparage this gesture.

a beautiful bouquet, all her own. she’s never been given flowers before. with a tentative smile, as if the other will pull the flowers from her hand, elora accepts. her smile only grows as she inhales their sweet scent. no, elora has no vase and no place to put these flowers … but she will find one.

“you didn’t have to do this for me.” yet she clutches them to her chest like a bride, lest the other think of taking her gift back. “… thank you.”

[painmon-a]

1 NEW OFFERING! — “What do you think of kindness?” “What do you think of hatred?” ( double whammy ! ) ( @opiumnoire )

❝ I dunno. I think both have their time. ❞ As much as he'd love to live in a fairytale in which rage isn't necessary, Peter knows better. ❝ Kindness is the ideal. Hatred is often the reality. Does that make sense? ❞

[v011d]

🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺

Thank you <3 You are equally as wonderful. I adore you so much.

@opiumnoire

[v011d]

Blair vc : I've returned , Lupe ! Why do I feel like you've been rummaging around in my gardens while I've been gone ? Mischief makers know no bounds , now do they ?

He had always liked spending time in her garden, and it was often the first place he thought of when he was looking for a place of solitude to mull over any pressing thoughts that stubbornly refused to leave his mind. It was also a place he liked to create works of art, and he would frequently sit down on an empty patch of dirt, one of the few places that was void of deadly plant life, to paint and sketch the different varieties of plants in her garden into his leather-bound sketchbook. His favorite flowers in her garden were the belladonnas and the ghost orchids. They were flowers he was in the middle of planting, along with foxgloves that hold a special place in his heart, when he hears her call out to him and he turns his head to look at her for a brief moment before he returns to his task of planting seeds into the dirt. ❝ Well, someone had to look after your garden while you were away and I thought that person should be me. ❞ He was a bit of an expert when it came to looking after poisonous plants, as his grandmother had a garden full of them that she would use in her spells and potions or to simply research their toxic properties in her spare time. ❝I hope you don't mind me adding a few extra additions to your garden.❞

@opiumnoire