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hey guys
so my a-level exams are this june- aka in about 6 weeks. i’m kinda majorly stressing about them and I have LOADS of work to do to prepare for them…
… so i’m taking a short hiatus from this blog. I might be back before june idk! but I really should limit my distractions rn. i’m sorry to everyone waiting on replies, but I hope u understand why I have to sideline them for a while!! i’ll be back as soon as I can.
love u all! xx
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hey guys
so my a-level exams are this june- aka in about 6 weeks. i'm kinda majorly stressing about them and I have LOADS of work to do to prepare for them...
... so i'm taking a short hiatus from this blog. I might be back before june idk! but I really should limit my distractions rn. i'm sorry to everyone waiting on replies, but I hope u understand why I have to sideline them for a while!! i'll be back as soon as I can.
love u all! xx
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hey yall, back at college now for the final term.......... so might be pretty slow on replies :/
#ooc#i'll get them done dw!! but my exams are in less than 2 months so I should rlly be studying lmao#fuck I should really be studying more#that's just dawned on me#fuck :)
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"About... four years," she realised. That was a weird thought. She felt like she'd aged decades since inheriting her powers; she sometimes had to remind herself that she was still only twenty.
She couldn't think of a casual way to say 'So, my long-lost mum turned out to be a mass-murdering storm demon whose idea of a great birthday present was a dead dad and a traumatic childhood, so I tried to kill her, then she tried to kill me, then she possessed me, then I got shot and she died, and somehow in the middle of all that she activated these weird lightning powers that I'd inherited from her. Long story short: I Killed My Mum And All I Got Were These Stupid Powers.' Instead, she settled with:
"I guess it'd always sort of laid dormant or something, then- something happened, and suddenly I had these abilities. All of a sudden I could literally make lightning. It was fucking weird." She laughed at how absurd it all seemed now, but she wouldn't have laughed at it back then. "And sort of terrifying, I guess. Took me ages to learn to control it."
She couldn't believe she was saying all this. Why was she saying all this? She never told anyone this much about herself, especially not strange men in dive bars. "What about you? That storm-chasing thing actually happen?"
It dawned on her that, other than that he was a mutant bartender, Scarlett knew nothing about this guy. "What's your name, by the way?"
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For a moment, her brain stopped working. She was frozen, unable to tear her eyes away from his hand, her face adorned with a pretty stupid expression. Then a real, genuine smile swept over her face.
He was like her. There was someone like her. He’d created a miniature storm with just his hand- beautiful, brilliant silver sparks that flickered over the countertop. She was as shocked as she had been the first time she’d discovered she could do that.
“Mutant…” she let the word play out in the air, getting the feel of it. There were no ‘good’ words for this, she guessed- mutant, abnormal, freak, demon- but they were their words. Scarlett closed her eyes and concentrated. As she looked back up at the bartender, her eyes- pupils, irises and whites- lit up brilliantly blue, flickering like the sparks he’d created. “… I usually go by ‘monster’.”
He’s never liked the term mutant. It always felt dirty, slung around with the intention to cause pain. He went for nearly a year before he got comfortable enough to say the word without pausing beforehand. Hell, he welcomed the ‘junkie’ label better than he did the ‘mutant’ label. Sometimes he still does even though he hasn’t used in over a year; somehow it still feels fitting,
“Monster, huh?” His hesitation cracks when a grin reveals itself. He doesn’t often meet people who also have some kind of ability, and when he does it’s always a relief to find that he’s not the only weird one out there. It’s probably not the kind of answer she was expecting, but he likes it infinitely better than he likes mutant. Might as well as own up to what you are, right? Take ownership of the nastiest description, and shove it back in people’s faces. “I can dig it. It sounds cooler than mutant does.” He shoots another glance around the bar, making sure that nobody has taken notice of their quiet conversation. “How long have you been able to do that?”
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Reblog this if your muse has any number of scars on their body.
#!!!#aesthetic#litchenburg scars on right arm; bullet wound on left shoulder; a few random nicks dotted around from fights
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ANGST MEME
tagged by: @voleuxe (thanks!!) tagging: @tenccs , @darling-of-the-dangerous , @backedagainstthewall
basics
> Name: Scarlett Grace Veille > Age: 20yrs > Species: Half-demon
bold what applies
drinker / smoker / does, or has done, drugs (she's stopped using *most* of them now)/ knows what a broken heart feels like / has committed a crime / suffers a physical disability / suffers a mental disorder / has experienced severe trauma
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> biggest fear: feeling powerless. she was powerless to stop her dad from being torn apart, powerless to catch the thing that did it to him, powerless to defend herself from Isaac. pretty much every decision she's made over the past 6 or 7 years has been to prevent her from ever feeling as helpless and vulnerable as she did when she was younger.
> recurring nightmare: it always starts off somewhere nice- she's chatting to her friends in their apartment, she's sat at a bar with them, sat on the roof smoking a joint with them. she'll look away for a second, and look back to find them all- Angelica, May, Mel, everyone- slumped on the floor, lifeless and charred, covered in lichenburg scars from head to foot, their faces contorted into grotesque expressions of pleading and pain. she looks down at her hands to see flickers of lightning still lingering on her fingertips. the smell of ozone and burning hits her, and she wakes up.
> something they miss: her dad. he was her rock when she was young- they had no other close family members, and his profession meant he didn't have many friends (outside of the other hunters), so they were pretty much all the other had. she's tried to push him out of her mind- what good would it do to mourn him? it's not gonna bring him back- but no matter how hard she tries, she can never forget him. > biggest regret: Scarlett wasn't the only girl being abused by Isaac. at one point he had at least a dozen young girls held captive, and fuck knows how many others around the world being trafficked by his organisation. there was only one that mattered to Scarlett- eight years old but already dangerously gaunt, who flinched at every sound and never spoke a word to anyone. she was the only person for 2 years that scar felt any sort of affection for. she tried to protect her as best she could- hiding her when the men came round, sharing any scraps of food she'd managed to scrounge, the two of them clinging on to each other at night for safety. looking after her was the only thing that kept Scarlett alive. and when Scarlett finally managed to escape, she just... left her. didn't try to find her, didn't even look back. she has no idea what happened to that kid, but whatever horrors she's faced since then, Scarlett blames herself for.
> pressure point: her friends. she's already had a couple of her adversaries use her friends as bait or blackmail against her, and she hates herself for knowing that they'd been hurt because of her. she tries to protect her friends as fiercely as she can, but sometimes this means cutting ties with them to keep them safe. probably why she's ran away so many times tbh
> a secret: all of the above. (and... pretty much everything else about her?)
associations
fire or water mother or father to hurt or to be hurt eerie or gory unrequited love or no love at all
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a v quick + messy queen scarlett
#art#wow when was the last time i drew her#v:straight for the castle#she has long hair in this au!!!#how weird!!!
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you can tell when i'm meant to be studying by the amount of stupid ooc posts I make on here bc I would rather be doing literally anything other than learning about napoleon 'fuckhead' bonaparte
#ooc#I just rlly do not like the dude#hes high on my list of 'historical figures id take a swing at given half the chance'
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like this for a starter in scar’s fantasy/royalty verse!!!
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do you ever get so invested in an au that you kinda wanna make it your main verse
#ooc#I just. rlly love writing the fantasy verse!! royalty and dragons and monstrous armies and awesome clothes and SWORDS!!!#but I don't wanna give up my main verse yknow?#I should just write more for the fantasy verse tbh
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"I think I'd remember a girl like you," Scarlett agreed, unable to keep the hint of amusement out of her voice. She eyed the newcomer up and down, taking in her practical but unconventional wardrobe choices, the air of defiance and I-don't-give-a-fuck that seemed to radiate from her, the pride that flashed in her eyes at every disapproving look shot her way by the other guests. It took a lot to impress the young queen, but so far, this Princess Kveta was doing a much better job of it than the rest of the court.
Scarlett couldn't supress the surge of vicious jealousy that crept through her chest. In the other girl, she saw a glimpse of everything she could be- strong, daring, free- if only she didn't have a mob of advisors peering over her shoulder all day and criticising her every move. She should be the one in uniform- heroically leading her soldiers into battle, ending this war once and for all, not being held hostage inside her own palace.
She'd become so absorbed in this thought that she'd almost forgotten the vulgar greeting that she'd imparted on the princess.
"For once I can say with complete honesty that it's a pleasure to meet you," she grinned, offering her hand, "You might be the one person here that can make this ball interesting, Kveta."
The queen placed her hand on the girl's arm and led her away from the circle of vulture-esque nobles (finally). "I keep a close eye on all of my armies, and yet your name has never been mentioned to me. Have you been in the war yourself, or have you just stolen the outfit?"
@darling-of-the-dangerous
Her subjects needed food, her armies needed supplies, her hospitals needed funding, and for some reason, her council had decided to waste the precious little left in the treasury on a ball. Apparently it’s ‘good for morale’.
She couldn’t stand these things- getting dressed up and listening to pretentious nobles yap at each other all evening, wearing a regal smile and pretending everything’s okay when that couldn’t be further from the truth. They were losing the war. Tempeya’s army was close to invading their borders and then it was only a matter of time before they reached the capital.
But she couldn’t let her court- or the visiting foreign diplomats- know that, so Scarlett played the part of the strong and successful young queen for the evening. She sweltered underneath a heavy red velvet dress and oppressive gold crown, laughing politely at her courtiers’ jokes and assuring them all was well in the war effort. Nobody would have known that she was secretly terrified for the lives of her citizens, and that she hated each and every annoying toff in this ballroom.
Her glass was almost empty, and she needed an excuse to leave the circle of boring barons she’d been stuck in conversation with. She turned round a little too quickly to find a waiter- and accidentally ran straight into someone. An unfamiliar young woman with long brown hair.
“Shit, sorry-” the words came out of her mouth before she could think of anything more regal to say. Fuck it, she thought, she was tired of acting regal anyway.
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asdghsfjkgjldl im not feeling creative(tm) enough to write today but if i get off this site i'll realise how much revision ive got left to do...........
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For a moment, her brain stopped working. She was frozen, unable to tear her eyes away from his hand, her face adorned with a pretty stupid expression. Then a real, genuine smile swept over her face.
He was like her. There was someone like her. He'd created a miniature storm with just his hand- beautiful, brilliant silver sparks that flickered over the countertop. She was as shocked as she had been the first time she'd discovered she could do that.
"Mutant..." she let the word play out in the air, getting the feel of it. There were no 'good' words for this, she guessed- mutant, abnormal, freak, demon- but they were their words. Scarlett closed her eyes and concentrated. As she looked back up at the bartender, her eyes- pupils, irises and whites- lit up brilliantly blue, flickering like the sparks he'd created. "... I usually go by 'monster'."
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As he leaned closer a slight hum of electricity picked up under her skin, like a generator kicking into action, starting in her heart and making its way across her arms and to her fingertips- the way it does when she can feel a storm coming. So that wasn’t normal. It was like the energy locked up inside her veins was responding to something- to him, maybe? From the look he gives her when he finally stops staring at her scars, she guessed he felt something too.
There was definitely more to his story than he was letting on. She didn’t know whether the pounding in her chest was due to excitement or fear.
She knew there had to be other people with weird abilities out there- she’d heard of people who could manipulate fire, cast spells, read minds- it wasn’t completely implausible that she could stumble across another one with the same powers as her in a random dive bar in a random part of the world that she’d just happened to visit. Although, when you put it like that, it does sound pretty unlikely.
Scarlett leaned closer and spoke in a hushed voice. “Not exactly,” she said, evasively, “But I’m guessing that’s not all there is to your story either.”
His eyes flicker up sharply to meet hers. Sam sits in silence as he lets the meaning of her words sink in. Without much thought he reaches out with his senses, and after a moment… There. There’s some sort of spark in the air, one that’s not coming from him.
“It’s not,” he says carefully as he holds his hand out in between the two of them. Before doing anything he takes a surreptitious look around the bar, but nobody is looking in their direction, giving him the privacy he wants. His heart rate picks up as his anxiety kicks in, but he’s not going to turn back now.
With an exhale he lets some sparks crackle around his extended hand. The sparks are jagged and jump around his hand harmlessly, falling to the bar’s countertop, before vanishing with a small crack! He straightens up.
“ I’m a mutant. Lightning doesn’t hurt me all that much.” He eyes her warily. It isn’t everyday he tells a stranger his biggest secret, but she gets this somehow. He knows it. “Now it’s only fair you tell me what your story is.”
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@darling-of-the-dangerous
Her subjects needed food, her armies needed supplies, her hospitals needed funding, and for some reason, her council had decided to waste the precious little left in the treasury on a ball. Apparently it's 'good for morale'.
She couldn't stand these things- getting dressed up and listening to pretentious nobles yap at each other all evening, wearing a regal smile and pretending everything's okay when that couldn't be further from the truth. They were losing the war. Tempeya's army was close to invading their borders and then it was only a matter of time before they reached the capital.
But she couldn't let her court- or the visiting foreign diplomats- know that, so Scarlett played the part of the strong and successful young queen for the evening. She sweltered underneath a heavy red velvet dress and oppressive gold crown, laughing politely at her courtiers' jokes and assuring them all was well in the war effort. Nobody would have known that she was secretly terrified for the lives of her citizens, and that she hated each and every annoying toff in this ballroom.
Her glass was almost empty, and she needed an excuse to leave the circle of boring barons she'd been stuck in conversation with. She turned round a little too quickly to find a waiter- and accidentally ran straight into someone. An unfamiliar young woman with long brown hair.
"Shit, sorry-" the words came out of her mouth before she could think of anything more regal to say. Fuck it, she thought, she was tired of acting regal anyway.
#darling-of-the-dangerous#v:straight for the castle#this was a little longer than I expected so don't feel like u have to reply in as much depth!!#I just wanted to set the scene a lil
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like this for a starter in scar's fantasy/royalty verse!!!
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