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[lonclyhcartsclub]

A LETTER FOR VARG: AZARIA MARTEL. 

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of grief, blood, death, corpses, self hatred, mental health, loneliness. 

MENTIONED: @skavielle​

My dearest Varg, 

It seems rather trivial, writing a letter to you that you’ll never know exists. Perhaps I thought this would be the easiest way to understand the hold you seem to have on my heart - the care I have for you that I never even imagined I’d experience again. 

I never thought I’d meet someone who understands, going through life as long as we have. You perhaps even centuries longer than I, but long enough to know the pain that comes with our lack of aging. The pain. The loss. Everyone I’ve ever known who I’ve cared for has since left this earth, except for some of the few that still remain here. Time appears to be just as much of a killer as we were always thought to be - a ruthless being with no sense of acknowledgement for those that it hurts. I used to think I was the monster. I used to think that the only life meant for me was one where I was always under the thumb of others. 

I certainly had to be that monster for a little while, fighting to be myself until I broke free from the voices in my ears. 

For the longest time, I certainly didn’t feel like such a life was worth fighting for. Even in my years of isolating myself upon my property, I was consumed by a sense of self-hatred I believed would never leave me. Loneliness seems to be one of the most peaceful experiences sometimes, yet there came a time when I realized it was destined to swallow me whole. My emergence, as much as I avoided it has certainly taught me several things. Everyone, even those of our stature are deserving of love. As terrifying as that thought may sound, I’m slowly beginning to see the truth in it. 

You, Varg, are not the monster you believe that you are. A monster does not care. A monster does not show me the kindness and care that you have. A monster would simply deny himself the chance to protect someone else because they simply do not wish to, not because they believe their ward deserves better. A monster does not feel remorse for the bodies in his wake, nor the blood on his hands. 

While I wish I could help you understand, your stubbornness seems to be one of the many qualities that makes you special. Drat. I suppose I’m the same. 

I want you to know how lucky I am to have you in my life. Even if vocalizing it seems more difficult, the more people I seem to devote myself to in this town - part of me hopes such a thought is unspoken. 

Lennox seems to be a special place and as you know, I’ve been everywhere. That is most certainly saying something. 

It did give me you, after all. 

Your dear friend, Azaria. 

[acadiahqs]

BOX FULL OF LETTERS

For our September task, we’d like for you to get a little deep with your muses. What better way to do that than writing unsent letters and journal entries for them? 

As if your muse are writing them, you may post up to 3 letters and/or journal entries per muse, and they can be a simple text post or a cool graphic or any other medium you like! These letters/journals can be of any subject matter, whether they’re about the wild happenings of Acadia, or a rumor about another muse, or even about a secret crush! 

There will be no deadline for this task but as a reminder, completing a task does count as activity!

Please don’t forget to tag @acadiahqsinspo​ and #acadiahqtask for us all to see!

[aj-prasad]

—— TASK OO2. ❥

AJ’s apartment was painted gray before he began renting. At first he hated it, but repainting fell to the bottom of his to-do list quickly. instead, he decided to embrace the gray, filling the space with complementary tones and too many picture frames. it’s a true bachelor pad, but it’s comfortable. 

... and maybe he’ll ask Cydele to move in and she can add some much needed touches.

[delladona]

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𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚: a very confused closet you find a mixture of attire.

@acadiahqsinspo

[xpolyhymnia]

AGNES | APARTMENT

[aelnsteln]

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ɪ'ຕ ɢᴏɪηɢ ᴛᴏ ຕαᴋє ᴛʜɪѕ ᴘƖαᴄє уᴏᴜя ʜᴏຕє: hint of victorian with modern love.

@acadiahqsinspo

[tlnuvlel]

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ɱσσɗɓσɑɾɗ : must be a team player? ... no.

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[thalia-leroux]

Dear Mister St. Nicholas,                               December 10th, 1999

          My name is Thalia Serrano-D’Angelo and I am five years old this year. I’ve been working hard to be a very good girl this year because I know you give good kids the best gifts. Most kids ask for bicycles and toys, but this year I would really like for something else. This year, I wanted to ask you to please please please bring my parents home. I love my aunt and uncle, but I really miss my parents and I haven’t seen them in months.

          My aunt and uncle said that they went away for a trip and they don’t know when they’ll be back. I hope you can find them and bring them home to me please. If you do, I promise I won’t cause anymore trouble for the next year 10 years! Thank you, Mister St. Nicholas! Merry Christmas!

With Love,                                              Thalia Serrano-D’Angelo

The letter was originally written in Italian. It was never sent after her aunt and uncle told her that St. Nicholas was not real, that she was being childish, and that her parents were never coming back. Thalia ripped up the letter afterwards and threw it in the trash. After that, she, for the most part, stopped thinking about her parents and was forced to accept that they were gone and her aunt and uncle were her only family now. 

[oftheatkins]

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[astridronningen]

Task 001 - Moodboard

[lonclyhcartsclub]

A LETTER TO MY BROTHER: REGINA VOLK.

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of self-hate, mental health

MENTIONS: @damienramos​ , @acadxmiia​ , @garrickxwan​ , @leighvaughn​

My dearest brother,

It’s weird - you’re literally here at Acadia and right now I’ve never felt more far away from you. I’ve been so in my own head lately, it’s like I barely know myself anymore. it’s an uncomfortable feeling and I hate it. At this point, with the reputation I carry the last thing I want is for people to see just how confused I am. The only person I’d feel even remotely willing to show my vulnerability to is you and here I am - writing a letter to you that will likely never even make it to you. 

I tried making a friend, well, twice - you know how that goes. Everyone who’s come in and out of our lives tends to have it out for us. One of them seems to be going pretty okay. Leighton’s a lot like us, grew up in a very similar environment and constantly wants to be the best fighter she can be. Did you know that she’s the only person besides you who’s ever seen me cry? I know, shocking. I just hope she knows how much she means to me, even if I struggle to tell her myself. Caring for people means that our enemies will use them to hurt us. Regardless, I’m proud to fight beside her and even prouder to call her my friend. 

You already know about Garrick, the guy I TA for. Well, he’s a little more than that. I look up to him a lot. He makes me feel smart, respects me and trusts that I know what I’m doing. It’s not like I’m the student and he’s the teacher, a dynamic that’s present but not overpowering. He looks to me sometimes and allows me to go on rounds with him. You know better than anyone that students usually aren’t allowed to do that, so Professor Wan’s trust is something that’s really valuable to me. One of the thing’s I’m most scared of is letting him down. Not many people’s opinions matter to me. Yours does, of course, but his is not that much further down on the list. 

Is it weird that I look up to him, want him to be proud of me?

Then, there’s the failed friendship attempt. Damien. I used to call him Dames, but he’s lost the right to that nickname. I’ll address him professionally from now on. Maybe I’m not even sure why I’m mad at him anymore. If you tell him I said that we might have some issues. He threw it in my face that he slept with Viv like it was nothing. Again, this is why I stopped telling people things. It was fine when it was just me and you, training. Not with everyone else involved. I know you’d never let me down, like he did. Just like everyone else has. Caring for people can be thrown back at us just as quickly as our walls come down - the strongest weapon of them all. 

How long has it been since I talked about Vivien? I know I talk about her a lot. Maybe I’m mad at Damien because the last thing I ever expected was to feel this way about her. She’s been my best friend since I became a student here. Knowing he was with her is the only reason I can possibly think of why I’m so mad at Damien, even though I never wanted to consider what it could mean. Having feelings for her. I’ve never felt that way towards anyone, you know that. Just thinking about it makes my blood boil. It makes me want to send a punching bag flying across the room. 

But then again, the thought of any harm coming to her makes me want to do the exact same thing. The thought of her experiencing any sort of pain makes me want to get rid of it just as quickly as it began. When I’m around her, life is exciting and I feel like I matter. I’ve always felt the same way about being a guardian, like I have a purpose, but maybe she’s taught me that there’s more to life than that. Maybe she’s taught me that there’s hope for me after all. 

It’s very likely she doesn’t feel the same, so maybe I’ll have to just put it behind me. She’s Vivien Bane, she walks around Acadia like she owns the place and grabs everyone’s attention the second she walks into a room. She could have anyone in the world. For the first time, I’m not confident that I could get what I want. Maybe, just maybe, this is a fight I’m going to lose. 

Man, that was a lot. I needed to get that out. 

Yeah, you’re definately not going to read this yet. Maybe when I’m ready. 

Your sister,  Regina. 

[acadiahqs]

THAT’S A CUTE OUTFIT

I know August is almost over and I bet you guys were thinking... Where is our task? Well, well, well. We’ve got one for you but don’t worry... There is no time limit for this task so take as long as you’d like to complete this! 

We’d love to see a look book of your characters styles... It can be a ootd pic, a collection on a pinterest board or something more graphic heavy! Let your imagination run wild! We can’t wait to see your characters style! 

please don’t forget to tag @acadiahqsinspo​ and #acadiahqtask for us all to see! xoxo

[davey-turner]

[delladona]

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ɱσσɗɓσɑɾɗ : i wanna be a unicorn. 

@acadiahqsinspo

[xpolyhymnia]

September 28, 2007

Today I woke up screaming. I had never screamed like this before, loud enough to get both my parents into my room. I've never seen my mom so worried. She looked worse than when I fell off Artie's bike. Last night, I had another of those dreams. I made my way to a rotten tree, where I could hear clock engines ticking away like a countdown. As I touched the tree, I found myself in front of a door with the number 739. I was led into an almost empty room with floral wallpaper and sat on a brown chair. I stayed still until the air began to leave my lungs. A white, fluffy cat sat on my chest as I struggled to breathe. I heard my scream inside the dream before I woke up. I hate these dreams, I never know what they're supposed to mean.

September 29, 2007

I got home from school a few hours ago, I've been doing my boring chemistry homework, and my mother just got home from work with some news. Mrs. Lawrence died last morning. She was one of our oldest neighbors, and she was a lovely lady. Because she didn't have many relatives, I'm staring at a furry snowball sleeping at the foot of my bed. Nobody could take him, so I'll look after him from now on. Our last cat runway was when I was 10, and I was so sad that my parents wouldn't let me have another pet for almost a year. This time, I'll do my best for Casper, the friendly kitty.

— 1/3 diary entries

[aelnsteln]

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𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚: always camera ready.  @acadiahqsinspo