let the only sound be the overflow.

you've been holding on a long time and all this longing —and the ships are left to rust.

[watergave]

#watergave.  an independent and highly selective historical fiction multimuse ( featuring a few characters from the hunger games ). as written by darcy (she/her; 18+). very low activity. plot-heavy. meme tag below. personals and non-roleplay blogs, do not interact. main blog to @closestshave.

rules. muses. verses. interest checker. main blog.

[watergave]

ARCHIVED!

[watergave]

as i said on johanna, i am going to be moving blogs. i'm so sorry to be doing this right after i just settled on this blog. i just need a fresh start across rp. i'm going to put extra emphasis on making this a place i want to be. this means exclusively plotted interactions ( for me this means figuring out a dynamic between our muses before jumping into things ) and having a relationship that's more than just two mutuals that stare at each other on the dash. it's not fun for me if i open my dash and i realize that i barely talk or interact with anyone on it. i'm not going to be moving anything from this blog ( not that there was a lot on here anyway ). if we don't have something set in stone/solid/we're writing in it right now for our muses, like this post and i will come to you to plot! i'm with family at the moment so i can't promise i'll be super quick, but i will do my best. it's just a better time for me if i'll chatting with my partners and creating new dynamics with our muses. this way, we'll likely be more inclined to like starter calls and send memes to each other! i will not be reblogging a promo or linking my new blog to this one, i'll just be following the folks i want to. thank you so much for understanding!

[watergave]

as i said on johanna, i am going to be moving blogs. i'm so sorry to be doing this right after i just settled on this blog. i just need a fresh start across rp. i'm going to put extra emphasis on making this a place i want to be. this means exclusively plotted interactions ( for me this means figuring out a dynamic between our muses before jumping into things ) and having a relationship that's more than just two mutuals that stare at each other on the dash. it's not fun for me if i open my dash and i realize that i barely talk or interact with anyone on it. i'm not going to be moving anything from this blog ( not that there was a lot on here anyway ). if we don't have something set in stone/solid/we're writing in it right now for our muses, like this post and i will come to you to plot! i'm with family at the moment so i can't promise i'll be super quick, but i will do my best. it's just a better time for me if i'll chatting with my partners and creating new dynamics with our muses. this way, we'll likely be more inclined to like starter calls and send memes to each other! i will not be reblogging a promo or linking my new blog to this one, i'll just be following the folks i want to. thank you so much for understanding!

[watergave]

lil' starter call!! i want to get a little something up on this blog before i leave and i have muse so! please specify a muse or you will likely not get anything and i would love for my fellow multis to also specify!

[watergave]

THERE'S SOMETHING SO LONESOME ABOUT YOU. / independent and highly selective historical fiction multimuse. as written by darcy. / something so wholesome about you.

[gridbest]

@watergave said “ Don't lie to me. ” / karen to riff

Riff blinks. “I ain’t lyin’.” He doesn’t know what she thinks he’s lying about, but whatever it is, he’s not. Riff is a liar, yes, but he’s normally able to keep track of all his lies. The fact that he doesn’t know what Karen is talking about is equal parts worrying and calming. “Seriously, I ain’t lyin’. Dunno what you think I’m lyin’ ‘bout, but I ain’t.”

[watergave]

the red in her hair almost matches the red that flashes through her vision every time she confronts someone. hands are clenched into fists while a scowl forms over her mouth. she has the tendency to snap at people. to scream and bite at their fingers, if just to protect herself. karen doesn't care if she's a mean girl. mean keeps her alive. she'll wear that title proudly even if she isn't mean in the sense that she whispers about others behind their backs and spreads rumors. she's as mean as a man, twice as mean if someone asks her. ❝ so you're finally gonna do somethin' about action? ❞ she asks, tongue clicking against crooked teeth. ❝ i'm warning you, riff, if you're lying to me about that i'll make sure you're begging for your uncle in a split second. i need him gone. i don't care if rhonda comes cryin' to you after. he's out, got that? chase him away or whatever. better yet, get him arrested. wish shrank had taken him instead of tony. ❞

[b1gtimerush]

actions speak louder than words non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly. (add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)

back, sender gives receiver a back hug.

beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.

care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.

catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.

choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.

cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.

cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.

dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.

dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.

dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.

drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.

drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.

draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.

face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.

flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.

forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.

grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.

jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.

kiss, sender kisses receiver.

link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.

massage, sender offers receiver a massage.

patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.

piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.

pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.

pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.

press, sender presses receiver against a wall.

propose, sender proposes to receiver.

quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.

rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.

serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.

sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.

size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.

shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.

sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.

tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.

tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.

tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.

umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.

warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.

zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.

[watergave]

THERE'S SOMETHING SO LONESOME ABOUT YOU. / independent and highly selective historical fiction multimuse. as written by darcy. / something so wholesome about you.

[rosources]

—   lyric starters   :   hadestown   ,   partial broadway cast recording.

on the road to hell, there was a lot of waiting.

she’s never early, always late.

these days she never stays too long.

are you wondering where i’ve been?

when you’re down, you’re down. when you’re up, you’re up. if you ain’t six feet underground, you’re living it up on top.

who’s doing the best she can? [name], that’s who.

you take what you can get, and you make the most of it.

who says times are hard?

if no one takes too much, there will always be enough.

to the world we dream about & the one we live in now.

better go and get your suitcase packed, guess it’s time to go.

did you ever wonder what it’s like on the underside?

give me morphine in a tin. give me a crate of the fruit of the vine.

takes a lot of medicine to make it through the wintertime.

an eye for an eye, and he weighs the cost. a lie for a lie, and your soul for sale.

you better forget about your wishing well.

kind of makes you wonder how it feels.

hey little songbird, give me a song.

i want a nice, soft place to land. i wanna lie down forever.

the choice is yours if you’re willing to choose, seeing as you’ve got nothing to lose, and i could use a canary.

suddenly, nothing is as it was.

wasn’t it gonna be the two of us? weren’t we birds of a feather?

look all around you. see how the vipers and vultures surround you.

life ain’t easy. life ain’t fair. a girl’s gotta fight for her rightful share.

oh, my aching heart.

aim for the heart. shoot to kill. if you don’t do it then the other one will.

the first shall be first and the last shall be last.

cast your eyes to heaven, you get a knife in the back.

nobody’s righteous, nobody’s proud, nobody’s innocent.

my heart is yours. always was and will be.

wouldn’t you have done the same? in her shoes, in her skin?

you can have your principles when you’ve got a belly full.

there ain’t no compass, brother, ain’t no map.

keep on walking and you don’t look back.

wait for me, i’m coming. wait, i’m coming with you.

who are you? where do you think you’re going?

who are you to think that you can walk a road that no one ever walked before?

don’t give your name, you don’t have one.

i am not alone. i hear the rocks and stone echoing my song.

i don’t know about you, boys, but if you’re like me, then hanging around this old manhole is bringing you down.

you’re stir crazy! stuck in a rut!

i got the rain on tap at the bar. i got sunshine up on a shelf.

come here, brother, let me guess: it’s the little things you miss.

when was the last time you saw the sky?

you want stars? i’ve got a skyful.

tell my husband to take his time.

what i wanted was to fall asleep. close my eyes and disappear, like a petal on a stream, a feather on the air.

dreams are sweet until they’re not.

flowers bloom until they rot and fall apart.

is anybody listening? i open my mouth and nothing comes out.

you, the one i left behind, if you ever walk this way: come and find me lying in the bed i made.

how about you and i? are we gonna try again?

who are you to lead them?

you got a lonesome road to walk.

between your ears, behind your eyes: that is the path to paradise, and likewise, the road to ruin.

i’m coming, wait for me.

it’s an old song. it’s an old tale from way back when.

that is how it ends. that’s how it goes.

it’s a sad tale, it’s a tragedy.

here’s the thing: to know how it ends, and still begin to sing it again as if it might turn out this time.

can you feel it like a train? is it coming? is it coming this way?

[devictoire]

she gave anyone who saw her a sensation of april and of dawn. / as sung by darcy.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM THE HUNGER GAMES *  assorted dialogue from the 2012 film, adjust as necessary

i think it's our tradition.

it's been the way we've been able to heal.

i think it's... something that knits us all together.

you were just dreaming.

they're not going to pick you.

try to go to sleep.

i just gotta go. but i'll be back. i love you.

what are you gonna do with that when you kill it?

i was gonna sell it.

now i have nothing.

what if everyone just stopped watching?

it's as simple as that.

i'm not laughing at you.

we could do it, you know? take off. live in the woods.

we wouldn't make it five miles.

i'm never having kids.

guess the odds aren't exactly in my favor.

you keep it. it's yours.

aww, look at you. you look beautiful.

wish i looked like you.

as long as you have it, nothing bad will happen to you, okay? i promise.

freedom has a cost.

this is how we remember our past. this is how we safeguard our future.

you're stronger than they are. you are.

they just want a good show. that's all they want.

whatever you do, don't let them starve.

you know if you don't want to talk, i understand. but i just don't think there's anything wrong with getting a little bit of help.

so when do we start?

know, in your heart, that there's nothing i can do to save you.

you made me spill my drink.

i think i'll go finish this in my room.

you'll freeze to death first.

can you pass the marmalade?

you really wanna know how to stay alive? you get people to like you.

are there any surprises that we can expect this year?

i'm sorry that this happened to you, and i'm here to help you in any way i can.

you're here to make me look pretty.

i'm gonna do something that they're gonna remember.

don't be afraid.

why don't you go clean yourselves up a little before dinner?

i didn't touch your knife!

i hear you can shoot.

i hope you noticed we have a serious situation.

loosen your corset and have a drink.

i thought they hated me.

don't you know how beautiful you look?

just be yourself. i'll be there the whole time.

i'm prepared, vicious, and i'm ready to go.

do you want to tell us about it?

do i smell like roses to you?

you don't talk to me, and then you say you have a crush on me?

he made you look desirable.

we are not star crossed lovers.

look for water. water's your new best friend.

give me your arm.

we need a signal, in case one of us gets held up.

if you can't scare them, give them something to root for.

everyone likes an underdog.

i'm not gonna leave you.

nobody's gonna find you in here.

we'll just get you some medicine.

i should have gone to you.

i remember the first time i saw you.

[name], you're not gonna risk your life for me. i'm not gonna let you.

now there's no way i'm letting you go.

go on. i'm dead anyway. i always was, right? i didn't know that until now.

it's the only thing i know how to do.

there has been a slight rule change.

one of us has to die.

i'm sorry it didn't go the way they planned.

i couldn't imagine life without him.

they must be very proud of you.

so what happens when we get back?

i don't want to forget.

[watergave]

@heygutlcss's maria v.asquez sent: we are not star crossed lovers.

❝ of course, we're not! ❞

doesn't "star-crossed" imply some sort of doom? tony takes his fiction like he takes his bread: light and airy and covered in sweet jam ( nearly soaked in mashed raspberries ). the idea of reading something that ends tragically sounds impossible to go through. what's the point of flipping through a comic book if s.uperman just dies at the end? what's the point of a love story if something goes wrong? that's not them.

❝ maria--- ❞ he takes her hand in his, almost having to shout over the sound of the train, ❝ --- you and i? we're forever. para siempre. ❞ a wide grin crosses over his lips. he'll have to tell valentina that he remembered how to say it and that he's pretty sure that he said it right. tony moves a hair behind her ear before clutching her hand again. v did i say that right? i was practicin' on the walk over. ❞ a light chuckle. even if maria laughs at him, he's happy about his attempt. ❝ we're gonna be together for the rest of time. nothin's gonna happen. ❞

[alwaysanangcl]

@watergave liked for a starter!

"I am so grateful for your invitation." Though she knows it's really only because that's what these ostentatious families do to seem like they care about manners. She's new and new must be inspected. It was the same way back home, though Louisiana judgment is steeped in sweet platitudes and long glances. New York? Well, New York judgment she still hasn't quite managed to figure out.

"When I tell you the city and all of its ins and outs have been a dizzyin' lesson in what's metropolitan these days," she laughed, "I'm grateful for a moment to enjoy a little slice of home life."

[watergave]

her father had written her about how unenthused he was to hear that a girl from louisiana and her father were parading around like they were one of them. daisy wished it were easier to ignore those letters, the way she could attempt ignoring the phone calls from her mother about neglecting to reply to her father. writing back to her old-fashioned father, to promise him that she would keep an eye on the situation, had taken her away from an afternoon in the city with jordan. this evening, they try to ignore the music from across the bay and the shrieks of delights. ( goodness, she hopes tom won't be tempted by them. . . and that he'll behave himself during dinner. )

❝ well, who am i to turn away a little taste of home? ❞ a polite, little laugh. tom grunts at his newspaper. ❝ can i interest you in a drink? ❞ daisy rings the bell to alert a member of staff. ❝ but in the meantime, you must tell me all about it. ❞ a comment from tom about running in the same social circles. daisy bobs her head at that. ❝ well, it was the same old state, isn't it? are the summers still hot? ❞

[watergave]

@1stdandelion

even less than a shell of her former self, she realizes when looking at this boy that her daughter is only a few years older than him. ( the capitol didn't get her, too, right? ) it's the first coherent thought she's had in. . . years. lucy coral has been stripped of her name, her child and her own mind. they only brought in this madwoman to come talk to the boy ( she doesn't know what he's here; she doesn't dare ask ) as some sort of torture. lucy is to discover what would hurt him the most. hopefully, the worst that could happen is being in a room with a lunatic. ❝ you are. . . ❞ voice is husky from years of screaming more than talking. she points at him. ❝ your hair is yellow, like mine. ❞ she lifts some of her limp locks for him to see. ❝ you are from four, too? ❞ she's already off-task, but what had they expected when they decided to use her as a spy?

[watergave]

@playsboths

compared to the months surviving in the wilderness, the clothes are a little too form-fitting. the food is a little too plentiful. crowds form a little too easily. she's still getting used to everything, getting used to being with people. bonnie was never the best at socializing and even worse at small talk, but sitting practically alone with art creates a thick cloud of awkwardness between them. ❝ so, ❞ bonnie begins with, leaning closer to him, ❝ you gonna do that training program i've been hearing about? so you can go to the capitol and kill peacekeepers or whatever? ❞

[watergave]

i always forget to tell people on this blog things but i'm living in england right now for school and don't have a ton of time to write at the moment or be active.....bye for now!