Chrysanthemums. Strength & Power

[vaememes]

SCOOBY  -  DOO  SENTENCE  STARTERS  !

❝ It looks like a mystery to me. ❞

❝ I can already taste those chocolate-covered hotdogs. ❞

❝ I’ll wait here and when you find out, send me a telegram. ❞

❝ Can I help it if my first toy was a garbage disposal? ❞

❝ I’m so scared I wish I had a ham sandwich. ❞

❝ It sure would help if we could find another clue. . ❞

❝ Well, we saw a very strange character running around out there. ❞

❝ Besides us there is no one else on this island. ❞

❝ We know we didn’t imagine all those kooky things that happened. ❞

❝ Maybe the moonlight was playing tricks on you. ❞

❝ You shouldn’t believe everything you read. ❞

❝ Soap? I hardly use it myself, but why not? ❞

❝ Creeps and Crawls! They sure picked the right lawyers for this job. ❞

❝ Come on, ______. Where’s your sense of humour? ❞

❝ I’m beginning to think that following ghosts is safer than following you two! ❞

❝ Another mystery bites the dust. ❞

❝ I have to figure out why my trap didn’t work. ❞

❝ Oh, good gracious! What is that? ❞

❝ Why do you need more money? ❞

❝ What about this locket we found where you were digging? ❞

❝ Well, guess we owe you kids thanks. ❞

❝ Like, uh-uh– Like, who–who is this? ❞

❝ The real mystery has just begun.. ❞

❝ You don’t know what you’ve uncovered. ❞

❝ You should never have brought that locket out of the cave. ❞

❝ Gang, we have a mystery on our hands! ❞

❝ Think you could come and get us? ❞

❝ I guess we’re here for the whole night. ❞

❝ I left a few pages blank, you know, for future traps. ❞

❝ Rule number two: stay in your rooms, no matter what you hear. ❞

❝ I’m starting to smell a little… funky. ❞

❝ Like, I’ve got a bad feeling we’re gonna find out. ❞

❝ Are you trying to set me up with - him/her/them? ❞

❝ Anyone with hair that perfect has to be guilty of something. ❞

❝ Does this mean you finally accept what I want to do with my life? ❞

❝ Wow, who are you trying to impress? ❞

❝ Like, what can I say? Junk food and me have a very special relationship. ❞

❝ I have no idea what you’re talking about.  ❞

❝ You promised me you were going to start caring more about your appearance. ❞

❝ What in the name of whole wheat toast is going on? ❞

❝ I didn’t know this year’s prom theme was terror and pandemonium. ❞

❝ I need to tell you something and I need you to listen. ❞

❝ Isn’t it obvious? My looks are starting to fade. ❞

❝ But what are you doing here? Why have you been sneaking out? ❞

❝ Like, you don’t hear many monsters from other dimensions scream for help. ❞

❝ Why can’t anything in this town ever turn out to be real? ❞

❝ Hooray! Hip hip hooray! Hip hip hooray! ❞

❝ Hey, little muffin, how ‘bout you and me go for a moonlight ride? ❞

❝ All I know is, since my dad owns the place, we get free refills. ❞

❝ Did you break into the armory and steal a rocket launcher? ❞

❝ Don’t be so hard on yourself. You tried to do a very brave thing. ❞

❝ I’m going to have to let out an unearthly howl and destroy you. ❞

❝ I would have gotten away with it if it wasn’t for you meddling– ❞

❝ Zoinks! ❞

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LITTLE BIRD.

The younger witch twirled her long dirty blonde locks with her fingers timidly as she approached the room full of older more experienced witches. She dared herself to not even step foot in the same realm as the students as she decided to let herself stay aside. Due to her consistent isolation up in her own room, Max had developed abnormal social qualities that had caused her to become an outcast, especially in the case where she would lift a finger, something would go wrong in a nanosecond. This made her fear of not being able to properly practice her powers with supervision increase by the minute.

Maxine suddenly felt her mother’s gentle hand tilt her chin upward so she met her mother’s endearing eyes. She knew Cordelia could sense fear, even with her own weak attempt to cover it up by giving her a soft, yet small smile.

She knew her powers were not completely in tact due to the improper training she was giving herself. It wouldn’t take long for her to join and finally give herself time to develop, but she wasn’t ready for that stage in her life yet. Maxine did have confidence though, she felt as if she could do anything with the proper training.

With a wave of her mother’s hand, the girls had started to exit the dining room which left Maxine feeling a lot more comfortable. Her smile turned genuine, one of which she was grateful for her mother in a time like this. She wanted to have time alone where no one would judge her. 

Her endearing, grateful eyes met the Supreme’s as she took a seat in the chair that was pulled out for her. Maxine’s legs swung freely below as she waited patiently for her mother to sit beside her. Once she did, it was time for their one on one conversation.

“Thanks for getting them out of here,” Max said sincerely as she dug into her dinner. Upon being brought up the subject of her powers, Maxine swallowed. She was not prepared for something like this to come out of her mother’s mouth. “My powers?” she asked. “What about them? They’re so useless. I haven’t gotten the chance to use them for the greater good.”

      a MOMENT to calm. serenity seemed to engulf the chamber with each passing second. time to recover from the shock of the COVEN’S presence. lip corners remained elevated, demonstrating the pleasure of the newfound COMFORT, solidarity emanated. the tiny family tended to do better in enclosed conversations. alone the witches could speak freely – without FEAR of what the other students would say. that is all any teenager desired after all. ACCEPTANCE. & while the supreme refused to coerce her apprentices into liking the ‘ newer version ‘, she certainly would do all in her POWER to make sure her daughter was happy. such a RARITY amongst magical beings. if someone deserved happiness -- it was MAXINE.

      nimble digits crawled playfully across the table, landing upon the DIMINUTIVE hand across the way. opposing fingers positioning just beneath to take a gentle hold of the PALM, turning it gently. instinctively joints began to draw shapes. brunette orbs observed each reaction, assuring to remain in CONTROL of their emotional stability. nothing DAMAGING would ever happen, so long as they held full control. thumbs slowly ran over the upturned skin as the SUPREME spoke.

      ❝ M A X, your powers. they’re not useless. quite the contrary. simply because you haven’t -- MASTERED them, doesn’t mean they’re of no use. we’re gonna teach you HOW to use them. & then, when i know you’ve safely taken a hold of your abilities, we’ll test them OUTSIDE ❞

      O U T S I D E. a dangerous place filled with hunters & cruelty beyond one’s imagination. their MAGIC would always be frowned upon, creating more solitude than desired. the WORLD outside held nothing but pain. & the mother always promised herself the girl would never experience such HARM -- however, she would eventually have to leave the home to EXPERIENCE LIFE. she dreaded the day.

      ❝ how about – after we finish eating the two of us go TEST some powers? with me around, i’m sure you’ll do WONDERFULLY. practice makes perfect after all. ❞

[glamrpmemes]

★*ﾟ‘ﾟ･Silence Of The Lambs (1991)

❝ I love it when you talk dirty.  ❞ ❝ What’re you laughin’ at, __________? ❞ ❝ What’d I do? ❞ ❝ Stay cool. Just remember to call him “God.” ❞ ❝ The cannibal… ❞ ❝   I don’t expect him to talk to you, but I have to be able to say we tried… ❞ ❝ I want your full attention, __________ . Are you listening to me? ❞ ❝ You tell him nothing personal ❞ ❝ Oh, he’s a monster. A pure psychopath… ❞ ❝ It’s so rare to capture one alive.  ❞ ❝ Let’s make this quick, then. I’m busy. ❞ ❝Do not reach through the bars, do not touch the bars. You pass him nothing but soft paper - no pens or pencils. No staples or paperclips in his paper. Use the sliding food carrier, no exceptions. Do not accept anything he attempts to hold out to you. Do you understand me? ❞ ❝  All that detail, just from memory…? ❞ ❝ It excites him. Most serial killers keep some sort of trophies. ❞ ❝ You’re sooo ambitious, aren’t you…? You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well-scrubbed, hustling rube with a little, taste… ❞ ❝ You’re a tough one, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ And you’d hate to think you were common. My, wouldn’t that sting! ❞ ❝ I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti ❞ ❝ Damn. Wish I had time for a social life. ❞ ❝ There’s something you’re not telling me. ❞ ❝ Murdered…? How? ❞ ❝ Well God damn it! You old creep. Creepo son of a bitch. ❞ ❝ Well, Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore. ❞ ❝ Your bleeding has stopped. ❞ ❝ If you didn’t kill him, then who did? ❞ ❝  Wouldn’t it have been easier to just leave him for the police to find? ❞ ❝ This stuff’s givin’ me the munchies. Where’s that bag of popcorn? ❞ ❝  Shit. Left the groceries in the car. ❞ ❝ He’s got a real taste for it now. And he’s getting better at his work. ❞ ❝  Maybe you’ve got a knack for this… I guess we’re about to find out. ❞ ❝ Right… Are you from around here? ❞ ❝ … my family will pay cash. Whatever ransom you’re askin’ for, they - ❞ ❝  You better come see this. ❞ ❝ You have a chance to show the whole world that you can be merciful, as well as strong. ❞ ❝ I don’t know whether to say “I’m sorry,” or “Congratulations.” But girl? - you just went prime time. ❞ ❝ What’s your worst memory of childhood? ❞ ❝ Gourmet magazine has rejected your recipe for braised kidneys… ❞ ❝  Let’s get some coffee and talk. ❞ ❝ Close enough to fuck is close enough to fight… ❞ ❝  Shoot, we haven’t had this kinda security since the President came through town… ❞ ❝  Nobody sent me. I came on my own. ❞ ❝ What is this shit…? ❞ ❝ No. He won’t come after me. ❞

[witchwithheterochromia]

      HIT THE LITTLE ♥ IF YOU’D LIKE A SHORT STARTER!

[witchwithheterochromia]

                     ❛      WHAT’S A S U P R E M E ?       ❜                                                                        ❛      YOU’RE LOOKIN’ AT HER.      ❜

                                                   ind. & revamped cordelia foxx. written by d.

[witchwithheterochromia]

                     ❛      WHAT'S A S U P R E M E ?       ❜                                                                        ❛      YOU'RE LOOKIN' AT HER.      ❜

                                                   ind. & revamped cordelia foxx. written by d.

[witchwithheterochromia]

MAXINE

The younger witch had to admit for herself that even though the academy itself was somewhat of a makeshift family for all of the abandoned young women training to become witches of their generation, Maxine had felt secluded from all of the activities that the students would participate in. Being the daughter of a reigning supreme, Max would’ve expected to be one of the leading younger students in her class, but her expectations had shattered among learning her mother’s rules about her staying in the coven.

While the other students were practicing their own magic, Maxine was in a state of severe protection by her mother, knowing the dangers her daughter could get into if she ever officially joined the school. Instead of waiting for proper instruction, Maxine would practice on her own, secluded in her room, trying to move a candle from one end to the other using her mind. All of her attempts would fail and sometimes, there would be injury added. Now that it was Thanksgiving time, Maxine had especially felt insecure about being around the other witches. 

The young girl shuffled her feet across the hard wood floor after being called downstairs for dinner. She bowed her head down hoping none of the girls would stare her down for her presence. What made her feel the slightest bit of confidence was her mother awaiting her presence.

She fell into her embrace, her small arms wrapping around the older woman for comfort. Cordelia was her safe haven, no matter what the circumstance. Looking from the corner of her eye, all of the girls prepared to take a seat and Max swallowed nervously. 

“C-Can I just.. take my food upstairs?” she asked her mother with worried eyes. “I’m a little.. intimidated. These girls are not my family. They’re all so.. powerful and talented.. and I’m not.”

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      a frown played upon ROSE tinted lips. had the request been so absurd as to warrant a distressed response? in truth the younger’s isolation had been for the greater GOOD. remaining behind closed doors meant immense PROTECTION & admittedly the worrisome mother had put a spell or two upon the hidden room. all to keep her SAFE. but -- perhaps the overprotection impaired emotional intimacy. often the mother pondered whether or not her DAUGHTER enjoyed the presence of the others – or – if they’d been better off living in their own home. A L O N E.

      with a gentle shake of blonde locks, lithe fingers move to take a CAREFUL hold of the adolescent chin. a tilt connects their eyes, thumbs running soothingly over flush cheeks. there it is -- FEAR.

      chocolate eyes soften with realization. how could the SUPREME have been so blind ? the other girls were powerful, yes – however, her own DAUGHTER held more power & talent than she could ever imagine. power that would take time to develop. PATIENCE had never been the witches strong suit. in due time she would discover it. for now –

                     [ C O N C I L I U M ]

      a hand beckons the COVEN, opposing arm remaining around the small waist. THANKSGIVING with the group had certainly been a splendid idea. one that required a tad more -- finesse. feasibly a smaller assembly would BENEFIT this day.

      ❝ please. take a seat, sweetheart. ❞ releasing, the WITCH tugged a chair back enough for the other to SEAT HERSELF. no magic beyond that to rid the room of her PUPILS. for now their dinner would be private. & one by one the girls would return. a little bit of ONE ON ONE time would do the pair good.

      placidly the reigning SOVEREIGNTY led her child to comfort before sitting beside her. ❝ we need to talk, ❞ a plate SLID before the girl. ❝ about your POWERS. ❞

[witchwithheterochromia]

      HIT THE LITTLE ♥ IF YOU'D LIKE A SHORT STARTER!

[witchwithheterochromia]

      CONTINUED II HERE

           how very – P R E D I C T A B L E.

      words meant to express sincerity were taken & SPIT upon. her MOTHER, if one could truly call her such, listened with deaf ears to the plea. was it so much to request a bit of compassion, a moment of FAITH ?

      upon further thought she should have really KNOWN better. known better than to TRUST her mother. known better than to fall for her tricks once again. mismatched eyes closed, digits intertwining neatly as they pressed to the soft fabric of her skirt. she would be the BIGGER person.

      ❝ it was foolish of me to believe you could            LOVE anyone but yourself, MOTHER. ❞       words played upon the tongue like poison upon a viper’s.            ❝ it will NOT happen again. ❞       fingers untangled to CLENCH at her sides,       torso twisting to leave the woman at once.

[witchwithheterochromia]

“I’m so uncomfortable right now.” (From Max to her mommy)

      MAXINE

      there’s the smallest hint of a smile, wandering willfully upon PLUMP lips. FAMILY. a word unbeknownst to a majority of the coven. girls abandoned to the LIGHT of the academy, simply for having special -- skills. magic is not foreign to the SUPREME, nor to the small assembly of women gathered around the table. warm cuisine litters the large chamber, scents joining to encourage all five SENSES to take in the immense spectacle.

      while thanksgiving had never been something witches particularly invigorated, the MATRIARCH found a certain comfort in the holiday. her MOTHER had never been one to partake in any celebration regarding family. a downfall which had only encouraged the WITCH to seek out love. a mistake -- albeit one that lead to the greatest magic of her existence. C H I L D B I R T H. a celebration of the very essence of life. a celebration of a new born FAMILY.

      had the woman had gone overboard? turned the entire HOME into an autumn-esque portrait? well, yes. all in the name of the household.

      strong arms wrap around the smaller, chin resting upon the SOFT locks as a quiet hum protrudes through the jaw. keeping her close, the MOTHER gestures toward the table, inviting MAX to take a seat.

           ❝ i thought we’d do something special today.                 to celebrate our big – FAMILY. ❞

      MEMES. II ACCEPTING.

[justrpmemesandmusings]

Dysfunctional Thanksgiving Starter Sentences

“What the fuck is this shit?”

“So have you gotten yourself a boy/girlfriend yet?”

“When are we going to get grandchildren?”

“There’s a fly in the gravy.”

“The turkey isn’t even done.”

“Oh no. He/She brought this bitch.”

“This is the soggiest stuffing I’ve ever put in my mouth.”

“That’s not all you’ve put in your mouth.”

“This family sucks.”

“How am I even related to you?”

“The fuck?”

“Goddamned kids.”

“He’s/She’s so racist I can’t even deal.”

“Is Thanksgiving over yet?”

“Can we go now?”

“___ & ___ sittin’ in a tree!”

“I don’t like him/her!”

“Listen to this joke.”

“Let me tell you about Obama…”

“Let me tell you about Romney…”

“Let me tell you about the Republicans…”

“Let me tell you about the Democrats…”

“Finally, I never thought I’d get out of there.”

“She literally popped her tit out in front of everyone!”

“I’m so uncomfortable right now.”

“What?! No corn!?!”

“These mashed potatoes are lumpy.”

“Oh ___, has got the gun out again.”

“Get that turkey!”

“The turkey isn’t dead yet!”

[glamrpmemes]

★*ﾟ‘ﾟ･Silence Of The Lambs (1991)

❝ I love it when you talk dirty.  ❞ ❝ What’re you laughin’ at, __________? ❞ ❝ What’d I do? ❞ ❝ Stay cool. Just remember to call him “God.” ❞ ❝ The cannibal… ❞ ❝   I don’t expect him to talk to you, but I have to be able to say we tried… ❞ ❝ I want your full attention, __________ . Are you listening to me? ❞ ❝ You tell him nothing personal ❞ ❝ Oh, he’s a monster. A pure psychopath… ❞ ❝ It’s so rare to capture one alive.  ❞ ❝ Let’s make this quick, then. I’m busy. ❞ ❝Do not reach through the bars, do not touch the bars. You pass him nothing but soft paper - no pens or pencils. No staples or paperclips in his paper. Use the sliding food carrier, no exceptions. Do not accept anything he attempts to hold out to you. Do you understand me? ❞ ❝  All that detail, just from memory…? ❞ ❝ It excites him. Most serial killers keep some sort of trophies. ❞ ❝ You’re sooo ambitious, aren’t you…? You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes? You look like a rube. A well-scrubbed, hustling rube with a little, taste… ❞ ❝ You’re a tough one, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ And you’d hate to think you were common. My, wouldn’t that sting! ❞ ❝ I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti ❞ ❝ Damn. Wish I had time for a social life. ❞ ❝ There’s something you’re not telling me. ❞ ❝ Murdered…? How? ❞ ❝ Well God damn it! You old creep. Creepo son of a bitch. ❞ ❝ Well, Toto, we’re not in Kansas anymore. ❞ ❝ Your bleeding has stopped. ❞ ❝ If you didn’t kill him, then who did? ❞ ❝  Wouldn’t it have been easier to just leave him for the police to find? ❞ ❝ This stuff’s givin’ me the munchies. Where’s that bag of popcorn? ❞ ❝  Shit. Left the groceries in the car. ❞ ❝ He’s got a real taste for it now. And he’s getting better at his work. ❞ ❝  Maybe you’ve got a knack for this… I guess we’re about to find out. ❞ ❝ Right… Are you from around here? ❞ ❝ … my family will pay cash. Whatever ransom you’re askin’ for, they - ❞ ❝  You better come see this. ❞ ❝ You have a chance to show the whole world that you can be merciful, as well as strong. ❞ ❝ I don’t know whether to say “I’m sorry,” or “Congratulations.” But girl? - you just went prime time. ❞ ❝ What’s your worst memory of childhood? ❞ ❝ Gourmet magazine has rejected your recipe for braised kidneys… ❞ ❝  Let’s get some coffee and talk. ❞ ❝ Close enough to fuck is close enough to fight… ❞ ❝  Shoot, we haven’t had this kinda security since the President came through town… ❞ ❝  Nobody sent me. I came on my own. ❞ ❝ What is this shit…? ❞ ❝ No. He won’t come after me. ❞

[witchwithheterochromia]

      TAG DROP!

[witchwithheterochromia]

      [ GUESS WHO IS BACK & REVAMPING THEIR ACCOUNT? THIS LADY! ]

[madisonmontgomeryxo]

"Did I fall asleep?"

     Crawling up beside the sleeping blonde, Madison positioned herself to where her head rested on the same pillow. Her body stilled when she witnessed the other begin to stir could not help but smile. “You missed your own morning meeting.” Of course, the starlet was not complaining, but she did find the current situation amusing. 

[witchwithheterochromia]

           Instinctively, the headmistress’ body moved, allowing more space for the blonde to lie. An arm wrapped around the smaller, pulling her closer. A single, tired, eye opened.

           “Shit.” The witch cursed—very unlike herself. It was too early in the morning to use proper language. “Did you show up?” In all honesty, she couldn’t even remember what the meeting was supposed to be about.

[youwillendinflames-deactivated2]

   Everything was for safety and that much Misty understood, she knew the dangers of heading too far away from the academy. Thing is, Misty didn’t like being locked up for long hours at a time. There was an entire city out there to explore, and if she had to stare at these white walls any longer she was sure enough to go insane. The rest of the girls and even women of the academy went off, like a spring break type deal — Cordelia had to be free for the weekend.

  The sound of a knock confused her, by now she thought Cordelia was working on paperwork; as she always was doing these days. When she opened the door though she was caught by surprise, a simple t-shirt and a pair of jeans; the casual look actually didn’t look bad on her. Her smile was quick to fade however.

                          Did she do something wrong? The cliche of a                           ‘can I speak to you’ could scare anyone.

   “Of course, Miss Delia.” She replied, still polite as she has always been. Arms crossed over her chest as she followed out of her room, that confusion still high, “I hadn’t done anythin’ wrong, have I?”

[witchwithheterochromia]

           The young Cajun had no idea. Honestly, the blonde was a bit surprised the other hadn’t caught on quite yet. Perhaps she wasn’t making it clear enough. Stepping aside, Cordelia allowed Misty to step outside the boundaries of her room. There were two options. She could continue the charade and allow the witch to suffer further. Or, she could simply tell her that they were going to explore New Orleans. And after much thought, she decided on the second.

           Reaching out a gentle hand, the Supreme intertwined her fingers with the witch’s own. Carefully, she led the woman down the hallway, and down the staircase. She said nothing, but was sure to keep full contact. Eventually she came to a stop. The door to the outside world called to them, practically begging to be used.

           Turning on her heels, Cordelia lifted one of the curly haired woman’s hands to her own lips. “Misty, I’ve been thinking about that celebration going on—what is it, Mardi Gras?” A pause to see the other’s reaction before continuing. “I don’t want you to go alone. It’s dangerous—however, we also can’t stay in this house.” The level of insanity would only rise. “What I’m trying to say Misty is that I want you to go have fun—And I want to come with you. If you’ll have me, of course.”

[witchwithheterochromia]

youwillendinflames

           For weeks the young swamp witch had been asking the headmistress to bring her to the infamous celebration, and for weeks Cordelia denied the request. While she encouraged the other to go without her, she also warned of the typical dangers that came with going out into the open—especially with the pesky hunters lurking about. And with denial, the woman had to watch as the other sadly agreed.

           Wouldn’t she be shocked when she caught sight of the blonde standing outside her door, wearing nothing but a shirt and jeans? It was strange for the proper woman to wear anything that pulled away from her superior position at the academy. She rarely was seen out of a dress, or skirt. And even on those occasions, it was never quite as casual as what she currently wore.

           After much thought, the leader decided that the two deserved a little fun. With the other girls occupied—and visiting their families—it left the two witches alone. Why not go then? Tapping her fingers against the door, Delia spoke softly.

           “Misty, could I speak with you? I have something to show you.” And something to say. The two of them—would be heading to Mardi Gras after all.