#springmother

[realitv]

springmother liked your post:THE FACE OF SOMEONE WHO KNOWS THEY JUST GOT...

im not even mad just disappointed

[auroramorte]

𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙰 𝚊𝚜 𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙿𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙴 + 𝙿𝙾𝙻𝚄𝙽𝙾𝙲𝙷𝙽𝙰𝚈𝙰 𝚊𝚜 𝙷𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚂

[messwrites]

@springmother continued from HERE     

           --- it’d been a long night. 

     he’d whiled away the hours doing what he’d always done, after all, alcohol was an age old invention and when he’d been less than he is now, and somehow more, a mortal king of mortal men, between wine and water, alcohol had been the safer option. He rarely wakes up with a hangover, rarely wakes with more than just the surface aches of a well used body. he wondered, vaguely as he scratched at one hairy ankle with his bare feet, how long he’d be here. where he wasn’t exactly welcome or wanted waiting for the word of a man he didn’t particularly like. 

   he shrugged, a half-teasing tilt to his lips slanting them up, his mouth tasted like something had breathed it’s last breath inside it. 

“ s’fine. damn near a dress on ya tho, ain’t it ?? ” of course it’s fine. not like he has much to be mad about, he likes his clothes just fine, but not enough to be picking fights over, sides, she looked good, half drowned in fabric, the once crisp linen soft and weathered. the red of the shoulders stood stark against the black and the blond of her hair. she’s so small, next to her compressed power he feels like a giant, breaking everything he touches.

he tucked his thumbs into his suspenders, pursed his lips, things were easier with her when there was a script, when things could be boiled down like sugar to caramel, one dimensional. one feeling at a time and not a choked up soft thing. he wasn’t used to swallowing violence.

 “ anyhow, don’t suppose ya got some grub for a fella ?? m’ a mite bit late for breakfast, I figure.”

[gladofwar-blog]

⭐️

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses. [accepting]

wednesday sometimes calls ostara in the middle of the night, just to let her know he’s still kicking. he asks if she’s getting by, tries not to be rude about it, about how she’s feeding on false worship.

(everyone has their own way of getting by, after all.)

he figures there’s some comfort between them, old acquaintances in a world that’s fast forgetting what they really stand for.  

[wcrld]

@springmother

               ‘  to  what  do  I  owe  the  pleasure  of  your  visit  ??  ’     tone  soft  &&  smile  not  quite  reaching  his  eyes,  he  took  a  step  back  to  allow  her  entry  to  his  home.     ‘  I  was  under  the  impression  you  made  your  loyalty  known.  or  is  this  more  of  a  personal  visit  ??  ’

[realitv]

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ostara from the front row : you are pretty. you are loved.

[vapae-a-blog]

@springmother && @moonisary

「✗」 —  He was sure he sounded, literally, like a broken record. Voice bordering on STATIC as he snapped at the taller man. The arguments were always the same. Despite their living situation, it was rare they were PEACEFUL with each other. In some way, the Technical Boy did enjoy Shadow’s company, when he wasn’t fucking with his shit. Once again, his vape pen had gone missing. Eostre knew better than to hide it, so of course, he blamed Shadow Moon. He could care less that he looked almost ridiculous wearing a FLORAL patterned crop top, baggy shorts && sandals, he was pissed. 

“I SWEAR TO FUCK, I will have you lynched again if you don’t quit moving my fucking stuff !! You don’t see me fucking with your phone or hiding your wallet.”

[screenaltar]

( *SCREEN: OSTARA. )

                “ how could you? ” she’s betrayed. media’s rage built inside her. she contained her storm, despite such hatred and anger. wednesday had played them all. her friend now aligning with wednesday and the old fucks. bright hues losing their shimmer, ostara in her full beauty. she would pay. “ you betrayed us. wednesday has played you. spring is gone. ”

@springmother   //   sc.