#psychewrote

[calledkore-archived]

@psychewrote​ (for Florence) // ❤

THE BLOOM ROOM. Persephone stood on the sidewalk for a good ten minutes, simply staring at the window display of the flower shop, as if the blooms and buds within might offer her some sort of ADVICE on this sort of thing. The flowers remained neutral on the topic, however, unsurprisingly not wanting to get involved in any sort of discussion between mother and daughter.

There's another one. That was all that had been running through the goddess' mind since she had found out about this sister, yet another of her mother's demigod offspring. It seemed that her mother took her job as a fertility goddess far more seriously than her daughter had -- joining the rest of the Olympians in single-handedly rearing an entire generation into the world... only to abandon them, to leave them to fend for themselves out there.

They should have considered themselves fortunate.

Pushing into the small shop, Persephone shut her eyes briefly as the cloyingly sweet scent of too many flowers in too small a space washed over her. It was... quaint. Just her mother's style, if she were being honest, though she didn't feel as if Demeter had been there in some time. Feigning curiosity in the flowers on display, Persephone made her way through the shop, humming a tune softly to herself in an attempt to seem as if she weren’t sizing up her newest family member.

[meddled-a]

@psychewrote​  //  s.c. 

           oliver looked over at amanda, barely touching his breakfast. there was a certain smirk on his features, eyebrow raised. “ i saw you with a certain someone yesterday. ” he began, in the way that all good brothers did, with a hearty grin. whether amanda wanted to talk about suitors with him or not, he decided that it was good conversation. if he had to endure all of the brougham woman so that their mother could play matchmaker, he would happily do so. however, his price was that he wanted to know amanda’s proper thoughts and feelings. it was all but fair. “ is this one a dud ? or should i take more care into how i plan to scare him senseless ? ” not scare him away from amanda to be clear, just to make it evident that she was to be respected. “ you have to give me something, i entertained all four of them for a whole afternoon. ”

[serenitystored-a]

@psychewrote​

“nuh-uh, no way! I went into the spooky lair first LAST TIME. it’s your turn, irma!”

[caelestiial]

@psychewrote​ //  sc.

“i  think  it  could  be  worse.” he  remarked  ,  a  mere  shrug  of  aaron’s  shoulders. school  always  seemed  so  hectic  and  he  knew  it  must  be  awful  for  cady  being  new  and  all.  "you’ve  got  to  take  each  day  as  it  goes  ,  you  know..”a  brief  pause  for  a  moment ,  finally  getting  to  his  point.  “so  ,  how  did  you  do  on  that  test?  i  think  i  did  pretty  well.”

[betweenthesinnersandthesaints]

@psychewrote​ liked for a starter from Penelope for Philippa!

“I do not care if Mother thinks green is a melancholy color. For once I’d like a dress that was not yellow, orange, or red,” Penelope mumbled to herself before looking guiltily up at Philippa. “You look nice, sister.”

[unelectedofficial]

✧･ﾟ  @psychewrote​  asked  :          🔥🔥

     1.  this  isn’t  unpopular  at  all  ,  but  it  annoys  me  so  much  when  people  will  just  continually  follow  you  on  new  blogs  even  after  you  keep  blocking  them  .  someone  doesn’t  need  to  give  you  a  reason  for  blocking  ,  but  it’s  especially  annoying  when  the  reason  you’re  blocking  them  is  bc  they’re  breaking  their  own  rules  by  following  you  .

     2.  it  always  had  felt  weird  when  people  make  posts  about  getting  no  interactions  but  also  never  reach  out  to  others  /  respond  when  people  reach  out  .  rp  is  a  two  way  street  and  i  feel  like  it’s  weird  to  publicly  post  complaints  when  they  make  no  effort  either  .

[treppenwitzz]

«        see,    that's    where    you    got    it    wrong.        »        the    mona    lisa's    smile    on    orla    sargent's    lips    is    no    small    warning    :    it    is    wide    &    pretty    in    the    same    fashion    as    a    field    of    tulips,    unsettling    under    the    right    light.    innocuous    and    yet    far    greater    than    one    would    expect.    «        time    is    not    a    line,    babe.    it's    more    like,    a    vibe.        »           

@psychewrote​    :    FRANZISKA    &    ORLA.

[theblckheir]

       his voice makes her shoulders jump a little, not   knowing that the room she’d walked  ---  rather, barged into was already occupied.   ❝  some peace and quiet,  ❞   she mumbles under her breath with a quick glance at sirius. when word had gotten around that there was a spy in the order, emmeline knew one of their first suspicions would have been her. and she couldn’t really blame them, she supposed; if she wasn’t who she was, she probably would’ve suspected someone that came from close ties to the death eaters, too. but emmeline was exactly who she was, and knowing some of the members still didn’t trust her even after she’d proven her loyalty time and time again made her feel awful.   ❝  nothing that you alone can give me, black.  ❞

             atmosphere  is  rancid  these  days,   something  acidic  in  the  air  that  burns  your  throat  and  can’t  be  washed  away.   it’s  betrayal,   it  lingers,   it  breaks  the  foundations  of  trust  like  an  insidious  poison,   it  is  slowly  breaking  them  all  apart,   past  angers  seeking  their  teeth  in  their  heart      /      a  storm  is  brewing  but  he’s  never  been  afraid  of  thunder,   he  can  weather  it.   teeth  dig  into  his  teeth,   hues  upon  the  sadness  on  her  features,   upon  the  worry  that  exists  and  he  knows  what  causes  it.         ❝  that’s  how  we  call  it  now,  huh  ?  peace  and  quiet.  ❞         gracefully,   fingers  pull  a  chair,   facing  her  as  he  lays  back,   tilt  of  his  head  as  gaze  observes  her.   the  weight  upon  her  shoulders  is  familiar,   it  is  the  same  he  bears,   the  unending  need  for  them  to  prove  themselves      (  over  and  over  again  ).   it  becomes  tiring,   he’s  always  felt  their  gazes  upon  him      &&      he  had  chosen  not  to  care  but  with  the  rumor  spreading,   with  the  rumor  spreading,   he  feels  so  utterly  isolated,   left  to  fend  for  himself.         ❝  i  can’t  stand  the  suspicion  when  they  look  at  me.  ❞         no  one  has  ever  called  him  diplomatic  before.

@psychewrote : continued.