philomelia
BEATING WOUND;
𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐢. you are 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒓 than the rage.
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xeno grins, moon - sharp, his body spun so his eyes are glued on her (she looks back at him, watching, and watching, and watching). breaking his gaze seems like an act of blasphemy-- when the weather is cold and the streets are empty, there's nothing better to look at, anyway. " too bad. this is your punishment for not telling me your birthday sooner. " another act of blasphemy. it seems like they're intent on killing god tonight. " we're almost there. keep it together for ten more minutes, okay? please? "
@philomelia ☃️
they're wandering through empty streets at night alone again. he likes this midnight hour of the day, when everything feels like it could belong to them and no one else.
"i told you," xeno says with a grin, walking backwards so that he can keep his gaze on cassie, "i don't need anything. i just wanna hang out with you. that's all the present i need."
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cassie touches the word around her tongue, thysrus. it feels rusty and old, as everything mythological does (a ghost is cold, a demon is bloody, and a god is rusty-- she's sure there's some dirty joke to be made there). a finger points out, fate dawning on the tip of her ichor - splattered nails. cassie smiles, flutters. attention glows on her. " oh, " cassie says. surprised, but not surprised. " that really depends. we don't do anything for free, you know. " because cassie has been scolded too many times for trading information for smiles: her mother would kill her if it happened again.
@philomelia / liked.
" thyrsus. ever heard that name before? 'cause i have, though i'd like to hear more. " a reasonable request if the rumors reaching her ears had any validity. her lips twitch into a smile every once in a while: it's hard to maintain her cool when elodie is already picturing herself spinning with and twirling her old man's wicked staff on the training grounds. titling her head, the young demigod points at the woman in front of her. " ━ is this the right place for that? "
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few women ever experience themselves as real (x) / Like Differently Love - Malia Makana / Thoroughbreds / The Eye (2008) / The Yellow Wallpaper - Charlotte Perkins Gilman (Holly Wells) / Thirteen (2003) / Who’s That Girl? - Hilary Duff / Solaris / Angry Chair - Alice In Chains / God Turn Me Into a Flower - Weyes Blood / Sin: Selected Poems of Forugh Farrokhzad; “Lost” tr. by Sholeh Wolpé
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cassie is always cautiously and carefully lying, even when she doesn't realise it
#she is THEEE unreliable narrator#everything she has told you is probably at least partly a lie and she's grown up#around liars so easily that she doesn't even notice
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anyone here know how to clean an oven
#the new year new me mentality got me babes#I’ve spend 10 hours deep cleaning my apartment using just TikTok and hope#I sat down for ten minutes to eat breakfast I’m running on borrowed time#the oven…she vexes me
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cassie waves her gloved fingers at robin. " hey, look, we're like glove sisters now. that basically bonds us for life. " it's just starting to get dark, which means there will be lights flooding the streets soon enough. cassie wants to spend as much time as she can out here . . . her family are particularly suffocating during the winter months (like animals cuddling for warmth, they gather around each other, little beating hearts meant to wrap around each other's throats-- and cassie doesn't want anything to do with it). she would invite robin over to hers, to displace the lingering despair of being unknown over a half - cooked christmas dinner, but she knows the other girl has a turkey with her name on it. " i could use another five. i think they're selling pancakes, too, with, uh, with the squirty cream. we should get one of those to share. "
her hands are red around the knuckles despite being hidden in her pockets for most of the walk. at least she managed to wear a scarf, it being fashioned neatly around her neck. robin doesn't mind christmas but every time a big holiday rolls around, she silently wishes for her mother. her grandmother's greyhound got delayed due to a snowstorm so she'll likely come for new years instead. while her father scrambles to make them a nice christmas dinner, she's out here with cassie until she's got turkey on the mind. robin stops and takes the glove with a little shake of her head, slipping it over. it's still warm from cassie's own hand occupying it. "thanks." she rubs her gloved hand together with her uncovered one. "i could use another hot chocolate."
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she stands up and throws her hands up, the very picture of childish dramatics (she always thinks she'll be better than a tantrum: the truth is that she is not very used to things not going her way). she had smiled the best she could, flattered with a silver tongue, let her hands pass slyly over his ego- and now she realises that she has wasted her time and her words. percy bats away her request with a practiced ease. " if more than one person has called you impossible, i think it's time you do some self - reflecting. " though her words are venom - wounded, she cannot be a snake for very long. she settles, like all her energy had thoroughly exhausted her. " you know, i'd like to promise you that. really, percy, i would. but i really don't want to lie to your face. it makes me feel like a dick. "
@philomelia: forget it. you're impossible.
“ why's everyone always saying that to me? ” sure, some of the comments he makes can be less than helpful, though annabeth might argue that just some is putting it gently— but percy's concern here is genuine, because cassie can't possibly be serious, planning to embark on some quest to find her sister without any training whatsoever. maybe it's a little hypocritical, given his first quest— but he had annabeth, and with her, anything was possible. “ i just don't want you to get hurt. i can talk to people, see if they can help, but— don't do anything impulsive. that's my thing. ”
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She don’t speak, but she remembers
inktober18 14/31
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from The Agony of Intimacy by Jeanette Winterson, published in Granta
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sweetlust.
dialogue prompts from sweetlust: stories by asja bakić.
i tend to expect the worst of people.
shit. i'm even competitive about intimate feelings.
i haven't even started and i've already lost.
i don't care what i look like. i just want to survive.
do you want to eat me?
you sound like a precocious child.
you're different. better.
sex can't rehabilitate anyone.
fear is essential to survival. the body fears with reason.
i don't like crying in public.
this place brings out the worst in all of us.
a destructive idea can be more dangerous than bacteria.
am i the beauty or the beast?
what do you look like when you have no audience?
sadness can't be turned off like a computer.
i have complete confidence in you.
you never come home empty handed, even when you should.
out of sight, out of mind.
is there somewhere i could rest?
i can't explain why, but please listen.
some dreams have the quality of memory.
i called you, but you didn't pick up.
motherhood, more than anything else, personifies death.
if this is motherhood, i never want to be a mother.
what are you thinking about right now?
even in winter, life has to go on.
i've been lying my entire life.
i don't know what i'm feeling.
there's always been space for you.
'for the greater good' is such a tired phrase.
abstract ideas have concrete consequences.
you've gone silent again.
you blame your mother for everything but global warming.
i look like a villain. i know that.
i don't even know where you're from.
i could have helped you, but i didn't want to.
no one wants to get out of here more than i do.
i don't trust people who don't lie.
you have scruples. that's your biggest weakness.
i can't remember ever laughing so hard.
what's your name? can i at least know that?
i wasn't completely honest.
it's not appropriate to swear.
stay. the bed's big enough for the both of us.
no one who sees the future clearly can believe in god.
you're not stupid. you just act like it.
i want you to fully know me.
i don't want to play house.
everyone suffers. you're not the only one.
i won't tell you how to feel.
you know how much i hate that word.
there's no reason to lie anymore.
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PRE ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP PROMPTS
* assorted dialogue to help set up already existing relationships between your muses and give them past scenarios to reference, adjust as necessary
CHILDHOOD BEST FRIENDS
we were only kids back then. we didn't know any better.
you promised me we'd be friends forever.
you've changed quite a bit since i saw you last.
how are your parents doing? will you tell them i said hi?
i've known you for years, and you haven't changed a bit.
you've always been like this.
remember the last time this happened?
sure, i made a lot of mistakes, but so did you.
do you remember how we met?
you always stood up for me, no matter what.
i've always had a lot of love in my heart for you.
when i was struggling, you were always there for me.
I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY
i thought i told you to stay away.
you've got a lot of nerve, showing your face around here again.
i really don't want to see you again.
you're supposed to call and warn me before you show up here.
there's never going to be a "next time."
this is the last time you show up like this.
last time i said i never wanted to see you again, and yet here you are.
you can't just show up here unannounced.
you remember what happened the last time you showed up.
every time you show up here, shit hits the fan.
you're putting us all in danger by showing up here.
don't you have somewhere else to be?
ROMANTIC FEELINGS
i'm sorry, but i can't stop thinking about you.
after the time we spent together, you've been on my mind.
can we discuss what happened between us?
the last time i saw you, you were going to say something... and then you stopped.
did you mean it? any of it?
i wish we were still together.
would you go on another date with me?
it's hard to deny how you make me feel.
you've always had an effect on me.
i can't stop thinking about the way you look at me.
GENERIC "I'VE KNOWN YOU FOR A WHILE"
do you remember what you told me?
i can't believe this is happening to us again.
the last time this happened, we were better prepared.
i tried calling you a hundred times, but you never answered.
this was never supposed to end like this.
didn't you see my text?
i know you better than anyone else.
you can't lie to me. i can tell when you're lying.
you're making "the face" again.
you promised me you'd stop doing that.
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his gaze falters, sliding to the side, hesitation ripe in the both of them (she has never felt more her age- brutally childish, donning the armour of an adult only so she doesn't feel torn apart). her hand slides out, taking his own beneath her palms. she catches her fingers against his knuckles, trying to squeeze reassurance into his body: cassie, with a mouth carved for words, finds herself speechless. her tongue is not cut out by a monster, but by a boy whose heart eats cruelty alive. they are not the children heroic tales are based on . . . and yet something about this feels like it could be sung about. perhaps it's just the beat of cassie's heart, as fast as a sonnet. " was i that bad? " cassie laughs, the sides of her eyes crinkling as she lets her energy spill out into the noise. despite her shaking shoulders, she picks at the edge of charles' shirt, letting the fabric tug out between her nails. " jeez, charles, you really need to take a lesson or two in how to flatter a girl. " she glances at him, cherry - ripe with nerves, then looks away. she, too, has become more blush than girl, more tongue than voice. " yeah. i mean, just, like, a few people. no one i've ever really liked before. " it is strange, to say something and to truly mean it. " until now. "
is she avoiding his eyes? that bad, huh? if it were possible for charles' face to burn more fiercely, it would've. his cheeks are already aflame with patchy heat, with the imprint of her hand and her mouth and her breath mingling with his own. he swallows, stumbles ( this is not what he's good at. his love is fierce and blood - stained and bruised, and so when he must be soft, he falters. ) and when she looks at him, he looks away now. " um . . . i can't remember her name, actually. i remember we were fifteen, her and me, and she was staying with me and phillip because her parents kicked her out. " that girl had been in a bad way, and she and charles had been in a tornado, not a relationship : they'd kissed, they'd touched, they'd done a little more with inexperienced, fumbling hands, and then she'd gone back to live with her shitty parents, and they'd lost touch. he remembers phillip's mocking admonishments of them more than he remembers the girl herself. he chances a glance back at cassie, and without him meaning it, his glance brushes over her mouth. the sharp warmth of her lips sticks to him. " we didn't work out. obviously. have you ever . . . " he means to ask if she'd kissed anyone ( hopefully, yes ) but he can't manage to get the rest of the sentence out.
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its the new years and i want a new blog. my heart is calling towards buffy summers, percy jackson, or reagan from the exorcist
#god. i always also have the urge to write someone from the raven cycle or from cassie's life too#or bring back my steve blog#i cannot get into this so early into the new year fr
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" i think you established that i suck. i don't think i had much say in how you much you think i suck. " she bites back a low, moaning hiss as the needle digs its way through her skin (she doesn't want to seem ungrateful: with mikayla, every moment is important, and she knows better than to whine at her-- there will be little sympathy found here). " i'm not a crier. promise. my sisters used to stitch me up all the time. my mom was, like, super anti - hospital, so anything bad that happened would have to be dealt with in the home. " cassie knows a thousand little headache remedies, but as one of the youngest, she'd never had to learn how to stitch a wound closed. she doesn't know if that's a blessing or a curse. " got attacked by a creature. i was out with charles. i, uh . . . my sister's gone missing. " she isn't sure if mikayla knows, isn't sure how many people actually care about all that, anyway.
mostly, she's just angered by the inconvenience of it all. patching herself up is one thing, almost second nature at this point, but she sees helping everyone else as beneath her. she's not a healer, more accustomed to sending people to the infirmary than helping them once there, but she's not entirely heartless, either— if her options are helping cassie or watching her bleed out, knowing she could have prevented it without much effort at all, then begrudgingly, she'll opt for the former. “ how? i thought we already established you suck. ” she wonders, briefly, if cassie might have learned any of the lessons mikayla had been trying to teach her before about how merciless the world can be; a part of her still doubts it. “ i can stitch it, but if you're a crier, i'm going to make sure it hurts worse. ” the threat's empty; she's not that cruel, but if it saves her a headache... “ what the hell happened, anyway? ”
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₍ 🎞 ₎ annihilation (2018) rp starters ! featuring mature themes . some lines have been slightly adjusted for rp purposes .
some questions will ruin you if you are denied the answer long enough.
almost all of us self-destruct. in some way, in some part of our lives.
these aren't decisions, they're... impulses.
i thought i was a person. i had a life. and now i'm not so sure.
i love seeing the moon in daytime.
so weird you say that. i was about to make the exact same point.
you know he's listening right now, don't you?
okay. mistakes were made.
i keep looking for you, but you never seem to be around.
all work and no play. it’s not healthy.
i thought you were gone – gone forever.
i get really turned on when you patronize me. it's really hot.
you think i come out into the garden, pining, looking up at the sky?
are you kidding me? what do you think i do when you’re away?
i deserve a better explanation than… no explanation.
i remembered you. i remembered your face.
you probably feel dreadful. queasy. a nasty metal taste in the mouth.
so let’s cut the shit – i’m done answering questions. it’s your turn.
i can’t talk about that. you understand.
you still haven’t told me anything about what’s going on or what i’m doing here!
it's impressive to have escaped. to this point at least.
the chances are zero if i don’t even try.
it’s not simply a question of your motivation. there are processes to observe.
i was thinking we should bond or something. considering we’re travel buddies.
you get used to it. you have to accept it, because it’s there.
this is not something you do if your life is in perfect harmony.
i’m done sleeping for the night.
i’ll do it alone, if need be. you simply decide whether you’re coming with me.
you’re saying we get out by going deeper in?
my secret? is that not our secret?
none of this is possible. but it is what’s happening.
it doesn’t just hurt us, and kill us. it changes us.
it’s not exactly the first time i’ve been in your bed, or you in mine.
you know it’s not me you hate. it’s yourself.
you’re wrong. but you’re also not interested hearing in the truth.
i can’t survive these injuries. you know that.
it’s a terrible thought. to die frightened and in pain.
please. don’t ask me to do this.
i had to know what it was. what was waiting. i had to know.
it’s going to annihilate us. that’s what it is. that’s what’s waiting.
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cassie leans her head back, stretching the fine muscles of her neck until they look fit to snap. hiring mira inc for anything always felt a little bit dirty: this ship was her home and should be maintained by her own hands (her father would be so disappointed in her-- she wonders how many days it's been since she last thought about her father . . . wherever he was, she hoped that he was thinking of her, too). but the engine had started sputtering and no amount of hope, nor tape, would hold it together. showing kane the split, rusting heart of her ship feels sacrilegious, too. her ship was a figher, though, and it would survive this temporary undressing. there's no reason for cassie to stick around, other than perhaps a sense of ownership, a little slip of possessiveness that makes her want to yank kane's hands away from what is so thoroughly hers. " so? " cassie prompts. she has slipped from politeness- a quiet resentment aims itself at her own heart. " do you think you know what the problem is? " @polarean
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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.
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