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"Hold on to your sister She is a part of you. Hold on to your sister You can help each other...
THIS BLOG IS NOW AN ARCHIVE!!
This is the brand-new version of Lily and Rose with sparkly new verses and more extensive bios! (ooh ahhh)
I just finished it so right now it's just all stuff to fill my tags, but tomorrow I'll start actually roleplaying on there, so if you want to continue interacting with me and the twins, feel free to follow that blog and/or shoot me a message over there!
Announcement
This account/blog seems to have died activity-wise so I've decided to
a: go on a hiatus until summer (aka in a month when my college gets out)
b: when summer comes turn this account into an archive and recreate a whole new blog to start fresh with the sisters
I'll likely keep my url and refollow people I actually interact with when the time comes
~thank you for reading~
Amanda Seyfried | Colour Meme: Blue
"I don't think I have ever been this bored in my life."
Tagged by: insanityissammy
Rule 1: Post the rules.
Rule 2: Answer the questions the tagger has set for you in their posts, then make 11 new ones.
Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them in your post.
Rule 4: Let them know you’ve tagged them.
Voices || @insanityissammy (Asylum AU)
Sam remained very still. He could see how tense and on edge Rose was. Sam decided that he could give her a chance. After all, she was Lily’s sister. There was also the fact that he was very familiar with how it felt to be a thing that was hunted—to be a monster. As much as it was his first instinct to hunt her, part of him could sympathize with Rose. Sam had quite the dilemma when it came to how to handle this situation. The best option was to remain as calm as possible.
"Okay. You swam. That’s great," Sam answered, bristling some from being insulted, and it showed in his voice. He did his best to not snap. He couldn’t afford to be angry right now. He also was very tired. "I know that wouldn’t have been easy. Some people freeze up when they’re faced with a life or death situation. You’re clearly a survivor," Sam said, his tone becoming more genuine.
Really, it was hard not to be affronted by Rose. The gruff way that she talked did nothing for Sam’s short fuse. He had a hard time keeping himself in check. Lucifer grated away on his nerves, too.
"This one’s smart, Sam. She asks questions," Lucifer observed, very amused by Rose and her sharp tongue.
Sam rolled his eyes. “Satan says you’re smart, so I don’t think you’d let yourself get killed by someone like me,” he shared without thinking.
"Aww. I get all tingly when you talk about me, Sammy," Lucifer sighed. He was grinning a mile wide.
"I can’t hear myself think," Sam growled through gritted teeth, casting the hallucinatory devil a glare. He focused back on Rose. "Anyway, I haven’t tried anything yet. I’m not gonna hunt you if you don’t give me any reason to, so you shouldn’t attack me if I don’t give you any reason to. We understanding each other?"
Even without Lily there, Rose could hear the echo of sarcastic comments about her people skills in her head. With them, sometimes, they weren't really two different minds at all. They just sort of... were. As children, they'd almost never been referred to as separate entities. Adults of all kinds from family friends to teacher to even their own parents had usually spoken of 'LilyandRose' as if they were one two-headed being. Now that they were stuck together in this strange way, they'd become even more in tune. Sure, they each had a separate consciousness and soul and mind still, but at the same time they could often be almost as one, if they weren't fighting anyway. Rose didn't see herself as an intruder, as borrowing this body. In her view, it was just as much her right to be there as Lily's. That's what it meant to be a twin.
Which is why she got a little touchy when people acted like she wasn't even human anymore. Just because she was a little different didn't mean she should be hunted and attacked. She felt her situation was just as much out of her own control as any of the others in that asylum. She was just a different kind of ill, one that wasn't really curable, but which she was sure she and Lily could handle just fine on their own now that her sister had accepted she was actually real.
"I spent ten years as an invisible little girl. I was not about to go back to that." Rose sighed, shaking her head. The water had been a shock, and she'd been terrified if she was completely honest, but she'd known that if she didn't do something they'd both die. She hadn't had to swim in a long time, but she'd managed. An early-morning jogger had seen her crumpled on the shore and called the ambulance. They'd been rather lucky really to get away with little damage.
"Satan?" The girl repeated, raising an eyebrow and glancing at the empty air beside Sam. "Yeesh. And I thought having my sister in my head all the time was annoying." She paused then added. "If it's any consolation there's no one really there. I can still sense when other creatures are around, and you're just projecting. You're safe, I guess, except from yourself." It was as close as she could come to an apology.
She pursed her lips in thought as he spoke before nodding. "Sounds like a fair deal to me. And just so y'know, I don't usually force my way out like that. We agree on times... like a schedule of sorts, so we can both be out when we want to. I promise I'll be gone again when it's time for your little date."
In honor of St. Patrick's Day, send my muse "Kiss me, I'm Irish." and they will have to kiss you.
Ignoring her sister's admonishments to stay close to home, Rose had decided it would be much more fun to venture as deep into the woods as she could get. She wasn't very far now, but already it was quiet among the trees, and felt so far removed from civilization she almost forgot it existed. Which meant seeing someone else came as a bit of a shock, making her jump before smiling and nodding in greeting.
"It's nice huh? It being warm enough to come out her now and all."
"It's f-f-finally really and t-t-truly sp-pring."
The photographer smiled, camera in hand, glad for the warming weather. It meant all the flowers would be out soon, ready to be captured on film.
"Oh so you’re a ghost that goes around wearing your sister’s body? That’s not disgusting at all."
Miles didn’t know this girl. He didn’t know her sister, or how she died. But the way she put it sounded absolutely revolting to him. If he had a brother and he died, he wouldn’t want him wearing his body around. It was gross. One of his biggest fears was not being in control of his actions. He got enough of that during the full moon,
"I’m not shy!"
He snapped, allowing his arms to drop to his side in rage. He usually wasn’t this angry and irritable, but it was a full moon and every inch of his being was coursing was unadulterated rage. He was trying his best to not take it out on her, but it was hard. Especially when she was stupid enough to talk to a werewolf during the full moon.
"Listen, if you don’t leave I will tear your sister’s body to shreds and you’ll both be dead. Do you want that?"
"Hey!" Rose prickled, glaring at him and frowning. Her relationship with Lily was an unbreakable bond that had survived through everything. They were two halves of a whole. They loved each other and needed each other that was why this whole thing worked. "You're disgusting!" She huffed back, deciding that she didn't like this werewolf guy at all. He didn't seem very nice.
Well maybe you shouldn't have antagonized a werewolf on a full moon you giant idiot.
"Shut up." Her head twitched to the side, frown deepening as she listened to her sister. She hated when Lily made everything her fault. Her sister always acted like she just wandered around poking sleeping bears on purpose. She was just curious and friendly! Was that really so bad?
She startled when he spoke of such violence, focus snapping back to the man as she took an involuntary step back. "Dude, calm down."
Jesus fucking christ you asshole move over.
Lily shoved hard and Rose called out another "Hey!" as she stumbled, groaning and putting a hand to her head.
*
"Do I have to do everything myself?" Lily grumbled as she straightened, shaking her head and focusing back on the strange man. "S-s-sorry. My s-s-sister's a little... actual-l-lly she's a l-lot s-s-socially inept."
Hey!
"N-not always but... she c-c-can be ins-s-sensitive." She shrugged, embarrassed and hoping he wouldn't hold any grudges. "I'll j-j-just um..." She gestured awkwardly back towards the street. "L-l-leave you alone."
Her question took him by surprise and he just stared at her for a second. She was right. If she didn’t leave, he might eat her. He wondered if she knew what he was. It seemed like she did. Why else would she make a comment like that? Either she was aware of what he was or she was a freak who thought about strangers eating her.
"Actually, there is a great possibility that I would, yes."
He scoffed whilst rolling his eyes. She said she was dead, but she didn’t seem like a ghost. He could smell her just like he could smell everyone else. She was breathing. She was alive. And she was in danger.
"You’re not dead, I can smell you."
Her attitude was getting to him, but he couldn’t do anything about it. Instead, he crossed his arms in front of his chest and glared at her. He wanted to strip so he didn’t ruin his clothes when he turned. But he certainly didn’t want to strip in front of her. Especially because she seemed to be enjoying it.
"Go see them somewhere else."
"Charming you are." Rose laughed, never having been one to dance around the subject of what someone was. No matter what body she was in, what form she took, she knew in the end her true form was a ghost. Sure it sucked, but it was who she was. And who he was was a werewolf. She could sense it as plain as he could smell her, so why pretend it was taboo? She knew it had to be terrible for him, but if it was a part of him, he couldn't change it, so why ignore it?
"Am too." She shot back with a smirk, tapping her chest. "I'm just in a suit. My sister, if you wanna get technical. She's been rather generous with letting me crash in her brainpan. We time-share." She shrugged, knowing it was a little unconventional. Ghosts often possessed people, but to have a willing and long-term host was different. Her relationship with Lily was, as far as she could tell, unique.
She noticed him almost hiding his bare chest and laughed softly, raising her hands as if in surrender. "Shy are you?" She teased, putting her palms up to cover her eyes. "Fine fine. But you're much more interesting than stars now sugar, never actually talked to a wolf before. Seen you guys around, but never managed to strike up a proper conversation."
Miles hated full moons with a passion. He was forced to endure pain. Pain that no human should ever have to go through. And why? Because his best friend was caught up with the supernatural. If he wouldn’t have met Rhiannon, he would be in his room doing his homework right now, but instead he was walking deeper into the park so he could turn into a giant ass wolf.
Stopping deep into the trees, he started stripping when he heard a voice coming from behind him. Whipping around, his eyes grew wide as he took in the silhouette of a girl in the distance.
"What are you- go away? You shouldn’t be here. It’s dangerous."
He was trying to forget about the fact that he was half naked in front of her. What was really important was that she got out of there. He was fortunate enough not to have killed anyone yet, and he really didn’t want to change that.
Rose was afraid of very few things, and other monsters weren't one of them. Sure, they were pretty much all stronger than her, all able to hurt her if they wanted. But she'd learned that for the most part they didn't want to, and if she talked enough at those who did they gave up and left her alone. She was already dead after all, but she did have a body to protect. She couldn't have Lily dying too.
Still, it just wasn't in her to be cautious. She was reckless by nature, and she wasn't going to run from a werewolf. They were usually alright in their human forms as far as she could tell. And she definitely wasn't running from Mr. Abs over here, because those were kind of glorious. Hey, it wasn't her fault he was shirtless, she was just noticing what was there.
"What're ya' gonna do, eat me?" She snorted and laughed, pushing off the tree and walking closer, crossing her arms as she looked him up and down and smiled. "I'm dead already anyway. Mostly. Just came out to see the stars."
Voices || @insanityissammy (Asylum AU)
The smile was wiped off Sam’s lips quickly, and a deep frown took its place. Lily looked like she was in pain. He was convinced that Rose was the culprit behind her sister’s distress. His concern became more intense when Lily cried out in pain. “What? No… I’m not gonna leave you,” Sam replied. He wished there was more he could do for her, but he was powerless at the moment. He wished they weren’t confined to the hospital. Matters would have been much easier if they had Dean, the Impala, and all of their hunting supplies.
"Who cares what happens to the little mouse?" Lucifer asked. He, on the other hand, was quite amused by Lily’s pain. A twisted smirk was on his lips. "Maybe her sister won’t have the personality of a wet blanket."
Sam was about to yell at Lucifer, but he remembered to reel it in since they were in the group room. His attention snapped back to Lily as soon as he heard the frigid, low voice; it was Rose. Sam could see it in her stone cold, gray eyes. They were a sharp contrast from Lily’s calm, blue eyes.
"Okay… Just take it easy," Sam advised, raising his hands a little to show he was not planning on making any sudden movements. Every instinct he had was telling him to run to the cafeteria and shove salt down Lily’s throat to expel Rose, but he knew that would be no easy feat. Rose hadn’t done anything terrible yet. Perhaps she needed someone to listen.
"Sasquatch…" Lucifer had to snicker. "I’ll remember that one."
Sam ignored the devil that plagued him. “Did you? I wasn’t aware of that. How exactly did you save Lily, Rose?” he asked, making sure to stay calm on the surface. “I didn’t say anything about making you leave. I think it’d be good if we could all be friends.”
If you want people to not find you scary maybe you shouldn't forcibly take over hmm?
(You can just shut up now okay? My turn.)
Lily huffed, but receded into their subconscious anyway, deciding it was best if she wasn't awake for the rest of this conversation. They would be talking about her and about her sister, which would just be uncomfortable and awkward if she stuck around to listen to. She just hoped Rose didn't get upset or angry. Sam was kind, and she didn't want him scared off. But at the same time, she was scared to let her sister go, to be without her again. Life hadn't been very great without her twin.
Rose, for her part, was nervous, Agitated and twitchy and upset, scared of being attacked or sent away. She was angry at being seen as a monster, something out of place. This was her place. She was a twin, her sister's other half, maybe it hadn't always been like this but it wasn't really that far of a departure for her.
She deserved a second chance anyway didn't she? She'd just been a child, she'd died in an accident. If anyone should be allowed to try again, to have the life stolen from them, why not her?
The ghost's eyes narrowed suspiciously at the man, but she didn't advance. In fact, as he held his hands up, she rocked back on her heels slightly, letting herself drop to her real height, having tried to puff up even if she was still half his size.
"I swam dumbass what d'ya' think I did?" She grumbled, still prickly as she yanked her sleeve down again and crossed her arms over her chest. She looked about as uncomfortable as anyone could possibly be, like a cat forced to sit beside a dog, and ready to bolt at any moment. But she didn't have anywhere to go, and she couldn't have Sam throwing salt and iron at her.
"Really?" She snorted, cocking her head. "I specifically remember the word 'hunt' in your little self-description. Before you went wacko you killed- well re-killed things like me right? How can I trust you won't do the same to me?" He had to see her as a threat, she knew how hunters thought. She refused to be dispatched like a common poltergeist.
Comfort || @braveandhonestspare
[ She wasn’t all right. That much was obvious. She had been crying, and she wouldn’t look up at him. Something was seriously wrong, and while he was always awkward in situations such as this one, he wasn’t going to leave her. Something told him that she needed someone there. She needed someone to show that she wasn’t alone. ]
[ Although, he could be wrong. She could want to be alone and not want anyone near her. A lot of people he knew were like that when they were upset, him being one. Of course, he didn’t know if she was or not, so he would do what he thought was right and stay until she told him to leave. That way he wouldn’t feel too guilty about leaving her. He would have tried. ]
[ Sitting down next to her, he pulled his knees to his chest and glanced over at her. Just looking at her was making him incredibly sad. He didn’t know why that was, but she did. He could feel the loneliness that was building in the pit of her stomach, and it ached his heart. ]
”What happened? Do you want to talk about it?”
[ He approached the subject carefully. If she didn’t want to talk about it, they didn’t have to. He just wanted her to know that he was there for her, even though they hardly knew each other. He smiled a bit before inching a little closer to her. ]
”I can leave if you want me to. But I don’t have a class, and„, maybe talking about it might help.”
Lily blinked, surprised when he sat, curling in on herself slightly. When people paid attention to her it made her skin itch with nervousness, because it usually meant they were staring or plotting or something else very not good. She wasn't used to people caring. The idea of anyone actually worrying about her and wanting to help was confusing and unheard of. Only two people had ever really seemed to care about her in her life, and they were both related to her by blood. Neither of them were her parents though, even her mom and dad knew that she was flawed, broken, not worth their time and effort and love.
A bitter laugh escaped her lips at his question, and she couldn't help but shake her head. Talk? Talking was the largest problem in her life. She might as well be mute for all the good talking did her. In fact, she had been mute. For one year and five months while eight and nine Lily Tonlin had never spoken a word. But it really hadn't done her much good. She'd gotten attention then too, too much of it. Everyone thought they could fix her, that if she just made a sound she'd be all better. They wanted to treat the symptom, and the underlying cause was left to infect every inch of the little girl and poison her permanently. Maybe if someone had paid a little more careful attention, she never would have ended up with the stupid stutter at all.
"I c-can't t-t-talk. Not p-p-properly." She snorted, hands twitching in her lap. She wasn't used to such kindness, and she felt the weight of her worries sitting heavy in her chest. She didn't want to bother him with her troubles, they didn't have to be his to bear too, but he seemed like he'd be disappointed if she sent him away, so she relented.
"D-d-do you m-mind if I...?" She made the sign for 'talk' sheepishly, small hands moving so much easier than her clumsy tongue. "S-s-sorry it just h-helps." When he nodded she managed a small smile, looking down again as she continued. "It's j-just p-people. Whether I sp-p-peak with my h-hands or my m-m-mouth it's not g-g-good enough. I'm b-b-broken. They d-d-don't w-want me in their c-c-classes and I just c-c-can't seem to d-do anyth-thing right."
Comfort || @braveandhonestspare
[It seemed as though whenever something happened, a prefect’s back was turned. It was always that way with everything Cedric did. Everyone knew better than to go against the rules when he was around, because he would get them in trouble. Other house prefects might be more lenient toward their own house members, but he wasn’t. ]
[ Cedric valued fair play. He always had, and he wasn’t going to stop now that he was in a position of authority. If he saw something that shouldn’t be happening he did what he could to stop it. It didn’t matter if they were a Hufflepuff or not. Fair was fair. ]
[ This was specially true with bullying. He couldn’t stand it. He had always been a popular boy. Some students would pick on him here and there for various reasons, but he always had a group of friends by his side that would back him up. ]
[ Not too many people were that lucky. ]
[ Cedric didn’t know Lily that well. They were in the same house and year, but they didn’t talk much. They had a few projects together, and sometimes they did their homework across from each other in the great hall, but he didn’t know much about her. ]
[ He knew she had a sister who also attended the school. Her sister was a ghost, and had a habit of defending her when need be. He knew that she had a stutter and had to use sign language to cast spells. He also knew that she was bullied, but whenever he was around it didn’t happen therefore he never had a chance to stop it in action. ]
[ But if he would have, he would have said something. He would have stood up for her. But that wasn’t the case. Instead, he ran straight into the after math. He was heading to the Hufflepuff common room to pick up something, when he saw her huddling in the corner of a hallway. ]
[ Stopping mid step, he sucked in his breath and approached her slowly. She was crying. He didn’t know why, but he felt incredibly guilty. ]
”Lily? What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
Lily expected it to just be someone who had heard her and came to investigate. Or anyway, she hoped that was all it was. She hoped they would just satisfy whatever curiosity was pushing them to find her and then go away. She just wanted to be alone, and if not that anything was better than being sought out by one or more of her tormentors to be kicked while she was down.
As the footsteps got closer she sniffed and wiped her eyes quickly, scrubbing a hand over her face as if it would do anything to hide the fact that she'd been crying. She knew it wouldn't work, but it didn't hurt to at least try and put on the bravest face possible, especially if they did turn out to be more bullies.
Honestly, Cedric was one of the last people she'd expected to see. She knew Cedric in the vaguest of senses, knew of him certainly, had seen him around plenty, and had spoken to and worked with him some. But she wouldn't call him anything more than an acquaintance.
Then again, Lily Tonlin didn't really have anyone who was more than an acquaintance. The girl had never really had friends. With the general student population, her shy nature, stutter, and strange attachment to her dead twin were enough to make people whisper and avoid her, or worse, obviously, outright tease her. At first she'd thought maybe she'd find solace with the children who did not speak, would be able to make friends with her nimble hands instead of her clumsy tongue. But as soon as they realized she could hear just fine, she wasn't one of them, and became an outcast there too.
Cedric seemed to be everything she'd always wanted to be. He was strong and kind and everyone liked him, everyone looked up to him. Because he did things like this, offered help to everyone he came across, even if they didn't deserve his worry.
"I'm alr-r-right." Liar. She shook her head, looking down as she spoke, cringing with every word that came out broken. She purposefully avoided saying his name, having always hated most when she messed up names. "Th-thank you f-for your conc-c-cern. I'm j-just a l-l-little ups-s-s-set." Or a lot. But she didn't need to burden him with her sadness.
Pledged Prelude Mun Intro;
Introduce the mun!
BASIC:
Name / Alias: Amber / Rose Age: 18 Gender: Female Sexuality: ??????
FAVORITE:
Movie: Stardust TV Show: Supernatural or Criminal Minds Book: Misery Writing style: "Slam face on keyboard repeatedly" Video Game: I think the only thing I ever played much was a really old version of Mario when I was like ten Animal: Cats Color: (Dark) Blue Food / Drink: Garlic bread / sweet tea
HOW MANY:
Siblings: None Pets: Four Piercings / Tattoos: Ears / none (yet) Blogs: Three OCs: Two/three just counting blogs depending on if you count the sisters as separate entities, like 20 if you count all the stories I'm working on or have attempted to write
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