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lakequarries. indie oc multimuse

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if you’re looking for me, you can find me here now!

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if you’re looking for me, you can find me here now!

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   with your big heart, you praise god above;    but how’s that working out for you, honey?

                                                             — do you feel loved?

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hey i love u

i adore u maddie

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Maria Kourkouta; Return to Aeolus Street

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taking a little break on here until i can get my head in the game again haaaaha

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unfcreseen​:

The intention to enter fully suddenly dissipated into thin air. Poof, gone in an instant. Tell him something he already had the notion to do and Coen would speed towards the complete opposite. One of his many faults, he knows, that fiddles him into horribly peculiar circumstances.

“What’s that? Sorry, can’t hear you over the change in.. pressure under the jamb,” said he, firmly rooted above the threshold.

“Ohhh my god.” Her hand falls limp in her lap. There’s enough of an eye roll to make a sound, probably, if you listen close. “Are you here to yell at me because I stole your vinyls? I’ll give it back to you if you stop fucking hovering, you’re giving me a headache.”

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stfreds​:

truth be told, she regrets her tone. it’s the one thing that’ll get through to him ( as illustrated by the look on his face now, like she’s pierced right through that make-believe armor of his he still likes to pretend is worth anything ), it just doesn’t make her feel any better. even though she means it —— even though she knows him, in her heart, not as a coward nor a fuck-up, but a man who’s good in all that matters, and even though her meter of judgment has been massively rewired and fucked up by people who redefined the concept of horror, that still matters to her: she’s learned to find goodness in the least expected places, and he may not believe it, but she sees it pouring out of him all the time.

“ listen. ”, her hands wrap around her glass, her gaze lowers in search for a focus that might make her words come across in a clearer, and less lethal hopefully, way. when she speaks her voice is low, controlled: it sounds exactly like her sister did, when dishing out important life lessons. “ i didn’t mean for it to sound that harsh. i don’t think it’s supposed to be easy, but —— ”, eyes meet his again and there’s a halfway embarrassed smirk on her lips, like she’s trying to let him in to a secret that doesn’t feel good sharing, and that he certainly won’t want to hear. “ —— you gotta give it a try, man. i mean, i —— ”.

she doesn’t think of herself as a daughter much, ‘ father ’ is a blurred out word in a family album she was never allowed to look at. to this day, she has no idea whether harry cullen has ever even existed, or was a figment of her mother’s delusional imagination —— but she reaches deep for the part of her that grieves and angers, still, and her gaze drifts down again, her voice betraying sorrow in spite of all her efforts, then:

“ all the things you think she wouldn’t forgive, they’d be nothing compared to you not even trying. you’re taking away the chance from her entirely, i mean… c’mon. you gotta at least try. ”

Most people talk too much to ever warrant a listen, they move around too much to ever get a good look at. Somewhere in the middle there is him, and there’s her, too; feeling more like islands drifting with every passing day. His trust comes in handfuls but it’s moments like these that he’s affirmed it’s well-placed, and he knows that even with her tone, even with her half-smirk, there’s genuinity there. A sort of transparency, a push that he needs. Seconds pass where he’s staring at the bottom of his glass but it’s not because he’s hiding, for once.

“No, you’re right, you’re——I mean, I am a coward, I’m fuckin’ terrified, it’s like——” He doesn’t know how to speak it, only wave his hand through the air about it, like it fills the silence somehow, makes it easier to understand. “She’s so smart, you should see her, she’s so much smarter than me. One look at me and she’ll have me all figured out. And I’m not——I can’t——who’d want that?”

Even as a boy he hardly looked in mirrors. There were always people around him to size up to instead. And it took him a long time to figure out who he wanted to be——how he wanted to be——and maybe he still hasn’t got it. Every time he thinks he does, it eludes him, it gets muddled. 

“All this shit I’m draggin’ in with me. I’m gonna fuck things up sooner or later.”

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why are we here? just to suffer? every day my brain is like "let's invent fake people" and then gives me Big Feelings about them

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pcrish​:

“And?” Ah, yes, his favorite rebuttal of a lifetime. “I’m not here to hold anyone’s hand and understand their sob story, lady. Time is money, and it’s not like paying customers even listen to the fine details in the first place.” Which he has tried to explain in the past. But all it took was to go unheard twice for him to give up permanently. 

She shakes her head at him, locking her gaze somewhere else entirely, pursing her lips in the way that she does. “Our gentle art is dying.” The irony of it is utterly lost on her. “Tell me, Isaak, if you truly believe that they’re all there——that you’re getting all of them back? You’re obviously confident enough to take people’s money up front.”

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glacierfront​:

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       she’d been investigating.

       there’s a little strip on the side of the cliff, with a lighthouse and a beach and an air that isn’t — quite right. water that isn’t… quite right. originally trying to find a place to muck around with water without being seen for it, now she is here… to understand. why does this stretch of ocean seem to have… resistance? it’s just ocean. is it… polluted?

        except. now there is a person. julie watches her, wary and far away and feet near enough to the water that the sand under the soles is damp. and she knows — knows, though she shouldn’t. how does she know? — that this woman has something to do with it.

       “uh.” a beat. julie looks at her. looks at the water, in a flicker of movement. one of her hands, previously stretched out to the waves and pushing and pulling the tide, curls around to her elbow to hold, awkward. nerves threaten to chill the surf. would that be allowed? would she be able to fight back? maybe she’s friendly?!! “is this.” another. “your. water.”

People come and go on the shore all the time, they leave hills and dents in the sand. Sometimes people will swim, and Allie watches them from afar, because the waters are rocky and treacherous. Sometimes people will just stand there and Allie will watch them, still. In the sense of a host waiting to offer their guest a glass of water. Or anything else they would want.

She doesn’t mind, honestly, the people. She still just feels like she occupies an empty space.

“I don’t know.” Allie carries sea glass and shells, stuffing them into the pockets of her dress. She looks to the stranger, her hand, the water. “I live here, but I don’t think I own anything.”

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deathlessfcw​:

desmond has come to love this place for just that reason. the stillness. he’s sought it since he was the first to claw his way out of the earth over a hundred years ago but has failed to find it anywhere else. the stars were brighter here, as if they hadn’t been dampened by all of his species’ so-called advancements, as if everything around them were beautifully untouched. “i do.” des’ voice was little more than a murmur but it was there. he had also found someone like him. he had found the desire to, upon occasion, speak. he had learned to permit company for the first time. “sometimes,” he whispered, “i sit ‘til morning.” 

Though the quiet is crushing at times, she thinks, at least there’s the stars to fasten her gaze on. Sometimes the nights get too dark blue and the time too hopeless to fill. A flickering candle to keep her company would be plenty, but out here, it’s just the trees, giant silhouettes to the sky behind them, and in front of them, a whole lot of air and no desire to fill it. Let it fill her instead. “I get scared I’ll break something sometimes. Like I’m handed this, this ball of thin glass. And it will break if I touch it. And it will break if I don’t.”

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kwatregats​:

❛ Jesus fucking christ. ❜ He sighs, rubbing his eyes a little too harshly as if to wake himself up, hoping the fashion disaster in front of him just a mere dream. Though it is not, he soon realizes, looking at Gale’s hole-filled shirt. ❛ Where is the nice in this? ❜ Luci gestures at Gale’s form. ❛ Ay, you could’ve at least try a little, man.  ❜

“Hey, hey,” he gestures back, like he’s somehow reflecting the motion, “I’ll have you know I look good. Not great, maybe, but good. This is what you’re gettin’.” He pulls at the pockets of his pants in an effort to make them fit a bit better. “‘Sides, no one’s gonna know. They’ll be too busy wonderin’ where their wallets went.”

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@magioffire

He’s a sore loser but determined to not let it show. But it’s in his eyes. Some sort of sting. He tosses the cards to the side, doubles it with a sigh, but it hides nothing. “Is this all you do? I’m losing my mind.”

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@unfcreseen

Windows covered with torn newspapers and duct tape. She’s in a mess of blankets on the couch, one pulled up over her head, just in case, it’s where she peeks out from, right at him. “Are you kidding me, dude? Get on or get out, you’re in the way.”

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@cocainumking​

“If you’re gonna be a baby about it, you can just have it back.” He hopes this will be the last of it. He hopes he will get to keep all his teeth. Fishing the stolen wallet out of his back pocket, holds it up between two fingers, dangling mid-air.