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[moodboardmix]

"Skyhaven" Residence, Ghouma, Libanon,

Blankpage Architects

[horrorphase]

ꜜ ﹙ ⚰️  ﹚ ﹕ he'd been here enough times to consider himself a goddamn expert in the dewey decimal system⸻ but no amount of skill really mattered when faced with such messy variables of human error. everything here was supposed to be in neat order ﹕ in its place, every number meant to lead to a revelation, yet half the books he needed was nowhere in sight. blame it on the high schoolers, abandoning books anywhere and everywhere, attention always flickering elsewhere like restless moths ; or blame it on the old shelvers, perpetually behind, carts laden with titles that could have answered his questions yesterday, last week, thirteen years ago. and kieran usually wouldn't ask for help ﹕ but the clock was ticking, alaina's ghost hanging heavy over his thoughts, crying out for answers, for a name, for closure. kieran rounded the corner to the circulation desk, dropping all the books he had found with a loud thud, clearing his throat with a curt sound but not entirely impolite. “ i need help. ” he said, sliding a list towards darcy, the ink smudged now from too many foldings and unfoldings, a list of books that offered breadcrumbs in the labyrinth of understanding— of the boogeyman, of the 1999 murderer if they were not the same, of the dark geometry of the human mind that could drive someone to such depraved acts. “ i've got mindhunter, whoever fights monsters, i'll be gone in the dark, the jigsaw man, and the shrine of jeffrey dahmer. but can't seem to find zodiac, the alienist, my life with murderers, and the psychopath inside: a neuroscientist's personal journey into the dark side of the brain. and i know you have them, i've checked them out before. ” urgency punctuated his otherwise monotone words, probably said more here than he had the entire day, but kieran treated this with utmost importance ﹕ quite the melodramatic thought but people's lives depended on it.

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[katherinesbrain]

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[lunarficial]

☾ ⋰ she can only smile as she collects darcy's card from the floor. she shakes her head, ❝ i'm so vetoing your ability to reject this message. it's just for you ! ❞ she partially knows that the other is simply indulging her, that the cards never spoke to them in the same ways— but the other part of her is excited to read a message meant for one of her closest friends. disclosing the purposeful message behind a card & watching a person's face light in recognition— it's almost like taking a peak into someone's diary. she nudges her way into darcy's personal space when she stands, flipping the card after a mumbled count of three. the judgement card sits in her hand. hana tilts her head, curiosity getting the better half of her. ❝ something you're not telling me ? ❞ she teases, bumping her shoulder. hana does look over to her curiously, ❝ it usually means you should anticipate a big choice to make. and you need to, like, really trust your gut on it. ❞

history  was  repeating  itself,  and  that  evening  was  just  another  instance.

years  ago,  it  hadn't  been  out  of  the  ordinary  to  find  darcy  warren  sneaking  into  sisters  of  the  moon  towards  the  end  of  the  day.  she'd  show  up  with  an  offer  for  dinner,  or  as  a  part  of  the  plans  that  she  and  hana  had  already  made.  but  these  days  darcy  was  still  getting  used  to  the  fact  that  her  oldest  friend  was  back  in  town.  that  evening  was  her  first  time  back  in  the  shop.

she'd  come  seeking  relief,  actually,  though  not  from  the  cards.  raised  catholic,  somewhere  along  the  way  she'd  lost  any  sense  of  spirituality,  any  belief  in  a  higher  power.  and  that  included  hana's  tarot  cards.  instead,  the  blonde  was  hoping  that  spending  time  with  the  person  who  knew  her  best  would  make  the  rest  of  her  troubles  fade  away  -  the  discord  with  her  mother,  the  fact  that  someone  had  just  been  murdered  in  their  small  town,  a  thing  or  two  she  was  currently  keeping  to  herself...

"only  good  things,  i  hope,"  she  answered  in  lieu  of  an  actual  greeting,  fully  aware  that  hana  would  likely  tell  her  the  meaning  of  the  card  no  matter  what.  and  darcy  would  humor  her,  as  she  always  had.  "i  fear  i've  forgotten  how  this  works.  if  i  don't  like  what  it  means,  am  i  allowed  to  not  claim  it?"

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[ichorstained]

she shuffles closer to her old friend, her overly sweet late going cold. " the talbots are in charge, nothing good can possibly come from that. " they were everything the liaos were not and that somehow made it worse. " the best thing we did was get out of this town. what on earth are we doing back here? " it was unsolved issues, but based on the current events it looked like those issues would stay unresolved because when bloodshed happens, it's always the poor to go first.

darcy's  halloween  had  been  entirely  uneventful.  as  per  usual,  she'd  worked  all  day  at  the  library,  gone  home,  watched  a  movie,  and  gone  to  bed.  it  was  the  same  monotonous  life,  day  after  day.  and  though  she  wasn't  necessarily  content,  such  predictability  was  reassuring.  the  sun  would  still  rise,  the  town  would  still  be  the  same,  and  life  would  continue.

but  then  on  the  heels  of  daniela  estrada  going  missing,  alaina  price  had  been  murdered.  and  now  red  creek  had  to  reckon  with  the  past  meeting  the  present.

cursed  felt  apt.

"and  you'd  be  right,"  she  agreed,  setting  down  her  cup  of  coffee  as  she  turned  towards  willow.  "i  wish  i  could  be  more  optimistic,  but  i  actually  can't  remember  the  last  time  something  good  happened  here.  can  you?"

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Skyhaven Residence, Batroun, Libanon,

Blankpage Architects

[familiar-omen]

NSFW - MDNI (18+)

Hi!! I'm Raven

I read a lot, and my hobbies include climbing, drawing, dancing, tt wargames.

I'm an aspiring writer, but find blankpages immensly intimidating. I'd love for you to challenge me with promts.

I wanna get into cosplay too, but masculine clothes are ew and im not brave enough to dress feminine alone.

Please feel free to approach me or ask me whatever, I get anxious about approaching people but i wanna talk!

About me

Raven, 24, she/her

Switch

Long dark brown hair

I'm trans, looking for friends i can be open with about kinks and stuff. I'm up for rp or flirting but if that's all you wanna do i'll probably lose interest. If you're trans and near Scandinavia, I'd love to meet up <3

If you want to try dom/toy plushie-sona play with me, or see me in a specific outfit you can gift me stuff. Contact me if you want to send me a gift not on my wishlist. (https://throne.com/familiar_omen)

Stories:

Kaboom! (smut, cnc)

Turn on's

Overstim, bondage, forcefem, remote control, collars, edging, orgasm control, public play, free use, somno, corruption, forced intox, feminine voices, praise, hypno, rough sex (pull my hair, push me into a wall)

Turn off's

scat, piss, vomit, animals, race play, intense pain, anal (plugs ok), pregnancy, gore(blood is ok!)

[lonelela]

TIME : right before closing PLACE : red creek public library WITH : darcy warren , @blankpaged

walking through the rows of books, lela was on a mission to find one book in particular. she had spent a good amount of time looking on her own before she headed to find someone who could help. when she spotted the blonde, she couldn't help but smile as she tapped the other on the shoulder. "please don't kill me and I know it's late, but could you help me find a book?" she started, a nervous hand tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "i swear i've been looking for what feels like hours and i just can't seem to find it. it's called the butterfly garden by dot hutchinson."

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Here we go

Blank Page

[clandestone]

closed starter with: lachlan and darcy (@blankpaged) setting: the library, 9am

The printer at the theater was seemingly possessed, constantly leaking ink or smoking uncontrollably or churning out hundreds of copies when Lachlan only asked for one. He hated technology, frequently daydreaming about tossing all of his electronics into the lake, and becoming one of those people that used typewriters, or someone who went to someone’s house for a chat instead of just texting. And yet, he was a man of convenience, unable to resist the easiest way out. So he would never throw his things into the lake- that would mean hand-copying his scripts (gross, takes forever, boring, hand hurts after),  or writing letters (no emojis, would be known as the letter writing guy), or- god forbid- spending more than 10 minutes on a menial, boring task. 

The printer had decided to pump out 200 copies of a single page of sheet music that he’d tried to copy last week, and that is what led him into the library, huffing, annoyed, unreasonably frustrated. To make matters worse, the librarian behind the counter was the girl that was horribly rude to him, who promised to offer helpful comments on a play he’d written, only to reveal herself as someone utterly lacking in taste. He approached the desk and locked eyes with Darcy, dinging the service bell despite her being, at most, four feet away. “I need a printer. One that won’t break after three copies, preferably.” He squinted his eyes at Darcy, “Unless you’d rather not be involved in my lack of talent and authenticity.”  

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SKYHAVEN Residence, Ghouma, Lebanon by BLANKPAGE Architects