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dehlilas · 1 year

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i’ve said this blog was resurrecting about 900 times so far, but — i think i should just admit it’s a low stakes blog at this point and be at peace with that. which means i badly wanna write but i’m also going through kind of a really shitty time and so i can’t really manage to be around that much. that being said i do wanna add a few canon muses i’ve had a itch to write for a while now, plus a couple ocs that have been floating through myhead, so ofc hit me up if you wanna know more, you know how annoying i can get with my characters <3 but also hmu for plotting and stuff ! i badly wanna write but i’ve been so out of it for so long i don’t really know where to begin again, honestly ...

#the canon muses i'm itchin for are -#daisy jones ( from daisy jones & the six )#and celia st. james ( from the seven husbands of evelyn hugo )#bc i'm predictable like that #i'd be lying if i said i didn't also have an itch to write evelyn #but we shall SEE i guess #the ocs are #a soft boi sad dude w weird ass powers w eddie re.dmayne's face #and an old good natured wholesome witch known for her excellent love potions #w the face of daisy e.dgar jones #< 3 am real excited for all of these ngl #anway i hope to be able to be around SOON #god i miss writing i miss the chaos i miss everything truly #and if you wanna plot something or #set up some pre-established relationships #buddies i'm all yours <3 #𝘊𝘙𝘠𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘖 𝘊𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘓 𝘈𝘛 𝘔𝘐𝘋𝘕𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 —— ooc.

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dehlilas · 1 year

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it’s me , hi , i’m the problem , it’s me —— i’m back by unpopular demand, and will have to make some adjustments around here ( adding two characters, one who is an old very dear oc of mine and another a canon, the very own daisy jones i’m terribly obsessed with ♥ ). expect to see me annoy your dashes a little more the coming week, and please hit me up if you’d like to plot something !!

#𝘊𝘙𝘠𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘖 𝘊𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘓 𝘈𝘛 𝘔𝘐𝘋𝘕𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 —— ooc.

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dehlilas · 2 years

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their dreams inspired them. their dreams kept them alive. but if you rob them of their dreams, if you take away their hope, then yes… this is the truth of mankind.

#pidge my beloved <3

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dehlilas · 2 years

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anyways, italian vampires ?

cute. hot. unbearable. <3

#ignore me i'm deflecting i don't wanna study anymore kill me #tbd /

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dehlilas · 2 years

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am alive ™ you just haven’t seen much of me because of something potentially good, but i won’t say it so i don’t jinx it —— i SHOULD be around at some point durin this week because i need the outlet tbh, so expect some more dumbassery. also hmu on disco and let’s plot !

#𝘊𝘙𝘠𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘖 𝘊𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘓 𝘈𝘛 𝘔𝘐𝘋𝘕𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 —— ooc.#am indeed alive and do indeed wanna plot so hmu on disco maybe ???

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dehlilas · 2 years

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Perspective's Sentence Starters; MIDNIGHTS by Taylor Swift (Part I)

LAVENDER HAZE

"Meet me at midnight."

"You don't ever say too much."

"You don't really read into my melancholia."

"You handled it beautifully."

"All this shit is new to me."

"I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me."

"I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say."

"I just wanna stay in that lavender haze."

"All they keep asking me is if I'm gonna be your bride."

"The only kinda girl they see is a one night or a wife."

"I find it dizzying."

"You weren't even listening."

"Talk your talk and go viral."

"I just need this love spiral."

"Get it off your chest."

"Get it off my desk."

"I just wanna stay."

MAROON

"We lost track of time again."

"You were my closest friend."

"How'd we end up on the floor anyway?"

"I see you every day now."

"I chose you."

"So scarlet, it was maroon."

"How the hell did we lose sight of us again?"

"Ain't that the way shit always ends?"

"Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us."

"I feel you, no matter what."

"I lost you."

"Looked up at the sky and it was maroon."

"I wake with your memory over me."

"That's a real fuckin' legacy to leave."

ANTI-HERO

"I have this thing where I get older, but just never wiser."

"Midnights become my afternoons."

"My depression works the graveyard shift."

"All of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room."

"I should not be left to my own devices."

"They come with prices and vices."

"I end up in crisis."

"Tale as old as time."

"I wake up screaming from dreaming."

"I'm the problem."

"I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror."

"It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero."

"I'm a monster on the hill."

"Pierced through the heart, but never killed."

"Did you hear my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism?"

"I've realized all this time."

"Life will lose all its meaning."

"She's laughing up at us from hell!"

"It's me, I'm the problem, it's me."

SNOW ON THE BEACH

"I saw flecks of what could've been lights."

"It might just have been you."

"Life is emotionally abusive."

"Time can't stop me quite like you did."

"My flight was awful, thanks for asking."

"It's like snow at the beach."

"Weird but fuckin' beautiful."

"This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen."

"I've never seen someone lit from within."

"To hide that would be so dishonest."

"It's fine to fake it 'til you make it."

"I can't speak, afraid to jinx it."

"I don't even dare to wish it."

"Your eyes are flying saucers from another planet."

"Can this be a real thing, can it?"

"It's comin' down."

YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN, KID

"Summer went away, still the yearning stays."

"I play it cool with the best of them."

"He's gonna notice me."

"We're the best of friends anyway."

"You're smoking with your boys."

"I didn't choose this town."

"I dream of getting out."

"There's just one who could make me stay all my days."

"I waited ages to see you there."

"I search the party of better bodies, just to learn that you never cared."

"You're on your own, kid."

"You always have been."

"I picked the petals, he loves me not."

"Something different bloomed."

"I'll run away."

"I called a taxi to take me there."

"My dreams aren't rare."

"I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this."

"The jokes weren't funny."

"I took the money."

"My friends from home don't know what to say."

"I saw something they can't take away."

"There were pages turned with the bridges burned."

"Everything you lose is a step you take."

"You've got no reason to be afraid."

"Yeah, you can face this."

"You're on your own, kid. You always have been."

MIDNIGHT RAIN

"He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain."

"He wanted a bride, I was making my own name."

"He stayed the same."

"All of me changed like midnight."

"My town was a wasteland."

"But for some, it was paradise."

"My boy was a montage."

"I broke his heart 'cause he was nice."

"He was sunshine, I was midnight rain."

"But for him, it's every day."

"All the love we unravel."

"The life I gave away."

"I guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted."

"He never thinks of me except for when I'm on TV."

"I guess sometimes we all get some kind of haunted."

"I never think of him except on midnights like this."

QUESTION...?

"I remember."

"We had one thing goin' on."

"I swear that it was somethin'."

I don't remember who I was before you."

"You painted all my nights a color I've searched for since."

"One thing after another."

"Fuckin' situations, circumstances, miscommunications."

"I just may like some explanations."

"Can I ask you a question?

"Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room?"

"Then what did you do?"

"Did you lеave her house in the middle of the night?"

"Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight?"

"She said it was too much."

"Do you wish you could still touch her?"

"It's just a question."

"Did you realize out of time?"

"She was on your mind with some dickhead guy."

"It was one drink after another."

"Fuckin' politics and gender roles."

"You're not sure and I don't know."

"I just may like to have a conversation."

"Does it feel like everything's just like second best after that meteor strike?"

"What's that that I heard?"

"That you're still with her?"

"That's nice, I'm sure that's what's suitable."

#𝘊𝘙𝘠𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘖 𝘊𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘓 𝘈𝘛 𝘔𝘐𝘋𝘕𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 —— ooc.#be back today / tomorrow so send some ! <3

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dehlilas · 2 years

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sorry for the silence folks, i know this blog just started but i’m preparing an exam that’s sucking the life out of me, and so i feel like until i’m done w it ( friday ) my brain won’t be any good for plotting or writing — so i’m sorry if i’ve been quiet, i promise i’ll get back to you ( and ims and all ) as soon as i can breathe ! <3

#𝘊𝘙𝘠𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘖 𝘊𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘓 𝘈𝘛 𝘔𝘐𝘋𝘕𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 —— ooc.

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dehlilas · 2 years

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I MEDICI | 1x05

#EMPTY HALLS TO ECHO WITH GRAND SELF-MYTHOLOGY —— c: caterina d’acquaviva.#god ur cute

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dehlilas · 2 years

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𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝙼𝙴 𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙴. 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙸𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄?

#pidge my darling angel i would die for u

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dehlilas · 2 years

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october once reminded her of a gentle lull in the cycle of nature’s endless frenzy — the cold blanket of rain drizzling down oak leaves, the earth growing moist and rich with scent. it’s maybe a bad attempt at mimicking the changing of leaves, that once led people to crowd their houses with splashes of orange and mismatched shades and call it halloween —— whatever it may be, in the inside it looks ugly. if it were up to her, pandemonium would see no trace of festivity — but her rule over the small kingdom is weak and irrelevant, and it’s the younger waiters, their gen-z crowd, their dimly lit selfies with cartonboard cutouts of jack’o’lanterns that set the mood. all that’s left to her is sitting in the corner, defeated, sipping an IPA that expired last week but she keeps in the back for rainy, halloween days. “ you ever get tired of that stuff ? ”. evelyn nods to the far left booth, where a group of girls barely twenty-one are amusing themselves twirling the fire from the candle in their hands. it changes shape around their fingers, now a ring, now a dragon: now it turns into a kinski-worth nosferatu and the girl makes her hands into claws, yells i vant to suck your bloood to her girlfriend. eve sighs, looks once towards astoria and begs her, silently, to join the pity party. “ they’re exhausting. i’m so tired. ”

@softersinned / sc.

#softersinned #thread —— c : evelyn so.#e. so —— v . 001.#e. so —— ft. astoria grim.#<3 helo

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dehlilas · 2 years

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the sound of clinking glasses and circumstantial laughs flies over her head and speeds past her, barely dodged, and as she makes her way back to the table, natalya romanova can’t help but think she’d much prefer the screech of flying bullets to this. the art of pleasantires comes second-nature, true, but there is a beauty to the battlefield that can’t be found in glamorous ball rooms. the clear cut line between light and dark — survival or defeat. this crowding of shadows only delivers headaches. “ have i missed much, darling ? ”. plastered smile and an artificial chirp in her voice, as she sits down next to bucky she steps in a different language, lowers her voice, nears his ear though her eyes remain seemingly blissful in scanning the crowd. “ three cameras in the room, two in the hallway, at least another by the stairs — security’s tight. ” a hand reaches for a glass of champagne, though it lingers against her lips, untouched. “ two extremely friendly guys guarding a door past the restrooms, doesn’t really look like a supply closet. ” when she turns, her smirk’s almost playful. “ can i play the drunk this time, or do you wanna do the honors ? ”

@realitybled ( buck ♥ ) / sc.

#realitybled #n. romanova —— v . 001.#n. romanova —— ft. bucky barnes.#thread —— c : natalya romanova.#kisses u <3

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dehlilas · 2 years

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NEVER KNEW I WAS A DANCER, ‘TIL DELILAH SHOWED ME HOW. / a multimuse original character roleplay blog. 21+, mature and triggering. as told by rylan.

#indie rp #fandomless oc rp #indie crime rp #indie supernatural rp #here goes. the laziest promo i've ever made </3 #𝘊𝘙𝘠𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘐𝘕𝘛𝘖 𝘊𝘌𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘓 𝘈𝘛 𝘔𝘐𝘋𝘕𝘐𝘎𝘏𝘛 —— ooc.

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dehlilas · 2 years

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sure there is a metaphor in there, somewhere — the way the air is quickly saturated around her, oxygen making way to smoke, things burning and never quite rising from the ashes. it’s lingered at the back of her mind once or twice, unpleasant afterthought — never much dignified with anything more than an apathetic flick of her wrist, though it now stings just a little deeper. half-sprawled over the car seat, she can feel it prying against her spine. “ mind if i smoke ? ”. the question is rhetorical, only half muttered, really —— mitch lights one and barely cracks the window, wondering if danny’ll be too nice to point the obvious, or too tired of her shit to even try, anyway. what a man. the street is quiet, life slows to a crawl: if she listens closely she can hear it slither down her skin, oily, sickening. mitch huffs out a cloud of smoke then plants one foot against the dashboard, and turns halfway towards danny. gaze narrowing, her boredom now painted a shade of indiscreet. “ so, what’s up with you ? those circles around your eyes —— frankly, dear, you look like shit. ” mitch grins, a shrug follows. “ didn’t wanna point out the obvious, but this is boring, so... ”