#scarletcursed

[fvneralpyred]

@scarletcursed asked:

[ OFFER ] ― sender offers receiver a blunt or joint. / stella lmao

Hikari lights the joint with the superheated inner workings of a philodenron in lieu of a lighter and inhales. Shortly after exhaling, she grimaces in distaste, "There's more stems an' seeds in this than last years Gavle goat-- Stella, this joint is shit."

[bucketkicked-m]

@scarletcursed from here !

irene’s blank expression studies tabitha. she’s not offended in the slightest; not that you’d be able to tell. “i’m just doing my job,” she states plainly, “everyone’s soul has to be taken eventually, whether i have a personal liking for them or not.” she cocks her head slightly, almost amused by tabitha’s inquiry.

“i’ll tell you everything, as it is time, but whether you believe me is up to you. i can only do so much to prove myself.” a shrug follows suit. “surely you’ve heard of the grim reaper? i tend to describe myself as working in the funeral industry, but the reality is that i reap souls. i send them off to what people call the afterlife. this has been the case for your mother, and well, everyone else who dies.” she gives a succinct nod, as if satisfied with her explanation so far, before looking around and the few gathered. irene shows no signs of impatience, willing to talk for as long as it takes. “as far as my continued presence, i’m drawn to death, as you can guess. perhaps it’s just in me to try and prepare as many people as possible for it.”

she takes a moment to push her sunglasses back onto the bridge of her nose. “i’m sure you have plenty of questions; i have plenty of time.”

[markhit]

@scarletcursed from here !

“oh yeah?”

pat’s eyes follow stella’s, looking towards the woods as she scratches the back of her neck. cryptids sounded a whole lot better than demons or werewolves and were probably somewhat safer. her gaze moves back to stella and she shrugs. “yunno what? i’ll join. bigfoot can’t be that harmful, right?” he seemed like he was camera shy, anyways.

“i’m not the best with technology,” pat sheepishly admits, “but i’ll gladly help however i can. have you ever caught any on film before?” a smile grows on her face, having just caught her compliment. “and thanks, i try to be. i can say the same for you.”

[guardiandem0n]

@scarletcursed sent in: the song made me think of you. / stella ^_^

oh, she was sweet. she was too damn sweet. april knew a lot of music! well, she knew music that she could dance too. music that she could hang upside down on a pole with. so, she'll look down with a bashful smile, clasping her hands in front of her as she nods her head slightly. "um, wha's tha' song?" she'll finally look up. "sorry, 'm so bad at this pulp culture thing."

[csaladanya]

"you're the nurse." tabitha's approach is direct and to-the-point, obvious; she's not great at small talk and even had to internally debate with herself on approaching for several long-winded minutes before she finally made it to medical. she's a bit awkward, standoffish as she looks at the woman, her eye-contact fleeting.

"how strict are the regulations about medication? as in, do you happen to have something that works for, like, headaches?"

"i am."

anya's own response is unsure, as if questioning herself and her own position upon prompting. she eyes tabitha as she stands in front of her—watching her completely avoid eye contact has anya doing the same, focusing on the cabinets on the wall behind her.

"pony express isn't very generous with their medicine stocks, but i have a limited supply of mid-strength paracetamol. we don't have things like cough medicine—but we do have oxycodone. it's kind of ... all over the place, i guess."

[crocifissione]

cease...

“  what have i done to invoke your ire?  ”  proper and articulate, yet these words are spoken in jest.  there’s a sliver of a smile on caesar’s lips (turning the straight and narrow line into a barely-curved arch, visible but for a handful of ticks) as their conversation, for once, ventured into lighthearted territory. 

“  i cannot possibly have annoyed you this much with this game already —- we’ve barely just begun!  ”

[prosperae-archive]

“ once again, fate throws us together. ”

@scarletcursed ♡'d for a starter.

[starrymused]

continued from here - @scarletcursed

It was happening again — her mind playing tricks and making her out to be a fool. How could someone hope to get by in life and act "normal" when they couldn't trust their own head? What a curse it was, plaguing her day and night.

Looking closer at the woman, Alice nearly laughed at her own silliness. How could she have possibly mistaken this stranger for dear Lizzie? Her hair color wasn't anywhere near the same and her face didn't have a similar structure at all. Of course, there was also the fact that Lizzie was dead.

Raising a hand to her forehead, Alice closed her eyes for a brief moment, hoping that she would get it together long enough to have a halfway decent conversation.

"Yes, that's right. I'm here to visit a hospital. Although, I'm not quite sure it's in this town or nearby. Perhaps I've been turned around again." Her caretaker who was meant to be her traveling companion must not have realized she was missing.