#vaguerdoubts

[argivebeauty]

"The world betrayed you."

It was the first time that Helen heard those words from somebody else, but they were truer than most of the things people said to her.

Yes, she wanted to scream in response. It wasn’t her fault - it had never been her fault - but whoever had seen that side of her story but her? Helen was tired of it all. Tired of the rumors, tired of the violence, the insults she had to endure, not because of her choices, but because of the choices that had been implied upon her.

The sentence hit her hard, and for a second she was left speechless. ‘How-’, she meant to ask, but for a second her voice faded. ‘How could you know that?’, she inquired in confusion. ‘Why do you say so?’

[starlingari-a]

@vaguerdoubts clickie’d for a quickie !!

Arienette’s unfamiliar with these people; with the prim and proper chin-raised attitude; with the proper suits; in her expensive dress; in those shoes she could have only imagined being able to afford before THOMAS NEWTON decided to add to her wardrobe. As they navigate through the crowds nodding and sending him Sirs and Good Afternoon, Mr. Newtons and A Pleasure To See You, Mr. Newtons- she stays at his side, offering bright smiles and subtle cast-down gazes if anyone bothered to address her: the little someone desperately politely clinging to his arm: filled with faux-confidence and mild anxiety... “How do you do this so often, Mr. Newton?” Asked quietly, hushed, once a turn around a corner gave them a few moments of shadowed solitude. “I feel like a chimp in a suit around all these people, and they all know you...” but she is so grateful to be brought along to a work venture with him instead of wasting away in her hotel room...

[futurepop]

@vaguerdoubts liked for a starter.

     “Stick with me for a little bit, okay?” Before the other person can agree, she takes his hand and begins to walk quickly. She then tosses on a hat, pushes her hair to the front, and puts on a pair of shades. Shortly after she makes a turn, a crowd of screaming fans pass the pair. “Thank you for that. I just needed to get away for a bit.”

[labyrinthchampicn-archived]

"There's blood on your shirt."

Blood? When had there been blood? The dazed confusion consumed Sarah whole, the tips of her fingers feeling numb as she slowly prodded at the large patch of red on her shirt. Was that hers? She couldn’t remember, she just felt cold.

“O-oh.” Sarah managed to mumble. “I suppose there is.”

[fishprideworldwide]

13 & 18

13. How do they greet the world — what is their typical attitude towards life? How does it differ in different circumstances, or towards different subjects? Why do they take these attitudes, and why do they change? How do these tend to be expressed?

fisher’s attitude towards life is very......... hiveminded? like he thinks that he needs essentially a bunch of multiple hims... working towards some unknown purpose... he doesn’t really think as deep / existentially as to be like “what’s the meaning of life” etc as he just... it’s hard to explain but he’s basically driven by some goal (aka the bacteria are driven by that goal) to occupy the ocean w bacterial humans... why? not even he knows he just feels it Needs To Happen

18. What kind of person could they become in the future? What are some developmental paths that they could take, (best, worst, most likely?) what would cause them to come to pass, and what consequences might they have? What paths would you especially like to see, and why?

{in standing w human morality}: best path= fisher decides to adapt himself to human totally and live above water, growing slowly but surely understanding of human nature again & finding his always-optimistic attitude enables him to work well with othersworst path= fisher keeps trying to use humans for his selfish desires & grows frustrated that everything doesn’t work out exactly for him like he feels it’s supposed to, once he learns that humans aren’t as ideal / great as he thought they’d be he’s miserable & wants to die most likely (aka end of canon)= fisher never really grows negatively or positively; he just... exists as a bacterial human but grows more & more desensitised / drawn to the sea, determined to recreate his life from before he died

[labyrinthmonarch]

@vaguerdoubts​  wished for a lyrics starter *

         “Finders keepers, losers weepers.”

[bednest]

 between the two, a leather-bound journal stuffed with odds and ends—from loose sheets of lined paper to brief musings jotted down on miscellaneous scraps, a flattened out napkin—is placed. evidently, the stray wasn’t one for organisation. some of his works even had water damage, blue ink leaking from the pages’ edge, words melting and drifting off to nowhere like they were never meant to be confined. cohen didn’t realise the extent of his un-organisation until this very moment. he wasn’t one for blushing either, putting his embarrassment on display, but here we have him refusing eye contact as he flits through the book. “yeah, there’s a bunch’a older stuff in here, dating back to ‘09...some newer stuff, that’s at the back,” but mostly, it’s filled with love poems. to lots of different girls. to maria, and to the earth. as if sharing the words that were a direct link from his soul hadn’t been nerve-wracking enough...look who he was showing them to! at least he had on his suit, ill-fitting as it may have been. “sorry, man, for not having a proper portfolio or anything,” the orphan’s lips teeter into a smile as his gaze finds the other, a bit nervous in nature, “just let me know if you can’t make out what i’ve wrote in there. i’m not so good at keeping between the lines.” which said more about him than he’d ever know.

@vaguerdoubts

[merchantofwhispers]

@vaguerdoubts || Plotted Starter

     Even as the sun dipped low in the horizon and set the sky ablaze in a fading fire of golds and reds, Gemina could only see it through the darkened lenses that muffled the grandeur of the lights final moments of dominance. Just ahead, higher up the path, she could smell the sickening scent of cologne; one she hadn’t smelled so strongly in some time. It normally clung to the occasional letter filled with small talk and assurances, and in return, she would make sure the owner of the scent would be left alone.

     Climbing her way higher up onto the hill until she was free of the shade of lingering trees, Gemina silently acknowledged the man standing at the edge of the hill and looking out over the surrounding wildlife. “Beautiful evening, isn’t it?” She questioned while taking a seat on a neighboring rock so she could nurse her tired feet. “The stars are already hanging, the animals are curling into rest for the night, and even the river below seems to be whispering in courtesy.”