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“This story happened a long time ago (..) It is already over. Nothing can be done to change it. It is a story of love and loss, brotherhood and betrayal, courage and sacrifice and the death of dreams. It is a story of the blurred line between our best and our worst. It is the story of the end of an age. A strange thing about stories— Though this all happened so long ago and so far away that words cannot describe the time or the distance, it is also happening right now. Right here. It is happening as you read these words. (..) The end starts now.”
vincent burghardt, anatomical study. + uquiz.
#this isnt a relationship web for the record clem did not know that fucking guy#i just think doomed from the start+dead from the start is interestin#hes julius caesar hes anakin skywalker hes jon arryn hes heather chandler hes abigail hobbs hes laura palmer hes hawke</3
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the polaroid prints slowly. there's a figure, reflected and reflected again in the shadows. looming, ominous. undefinable. it might be a friend. it very well might not be.
#trialofheartstask#i. tasks.#wheres that article about ben affleck and matt damon thats like 'which could mean nothing at all'
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"match my freak!" match my sweetness. match my benevolence. match my empathy. match my ability to feel emotions so deeply it tears me apart from the inside out
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♡ KENNEDY WALSH via tiktok ( c4tluvr666 )
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Has anything peculiar caught your attention — a whisper, an object, a note or a text,... — that might illuminate the identity of our culprit? no, absolutely nothing, spoken with teary eyes and desperation. (neither a lie nor the truth but a secret third thing: forcibly not seeing anything. she refuses to look or listen, it cannot be one of them.)
#u dont know this but theres a secret pigeon hidden behind the playing card#i. tasks.#trialofheartstask#i do think it was a murder but i do think. clem going “no i just think his body did that naturally no one around here is a killer�� is funny
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(..) TWO COMPLEMENTARY COLOURS; THE WINTER, THE SPRING AND SUMMER—
clementine + @faantasm
#faantasm#theres so much. in here i want to talk abt.#orange peel. friendship bracelets. exchanging letters#the half love heart keys#i. edits#mine
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TRIAL OF HEARTS: SOLVE THE MURDER/ACCIDENT/SUICIDE OF YOUR FRIEND/ACQUAINTANCE/ENEMY— OR DON’T. THAT’S YOUR PROBLEM. MAKE BETTER FRIENDS, TASTE GREAT FOODS, COMMIT FOUL CRIMES. EXPLORE THE LUSH CAMPUS OF BLUE IVY AND DISCOVER WHAT LIES UNDERNEATH THE GLOSSY VENEER OF SOCIETY. DISCOVER THE SOCIETY. SABOTAGE/BEFRIEND ANYONE WHO GETS IN YOUR WAY.
#click 4 better res<3#fuck me i forgot how much i hate using photoshop!!!! illustrator im sorry im coming home baby#idk if this was fueled by the autism or the adhd but me thinking abt nico shivers got way outta hand#also YES maz is the create ur own. diy urself a baby boy#im so sorry theres only 1 lucia one but i just could not my ass BURNT OUT!!!!!!#i have so many data reports due on monday....... whoops#i. edits#mine
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(..) YOU PULLED ME TOGETHER, WITH BLOOD AND SOFT STITCHES—
clementine + @undecadent
#unwilling to admit how long i looked at this to get it to a state i didnt want to explode it#anyways live laugh love let a situationship ruin ur life#undecadent#i dont have a tag for them oops#no one asked but i found a really hot picture of maz on pinterest while i was making this#had to stop for like five minutes#i. edits#mine
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Where did you last see THE TRAGEDY? Or when did you last hear of THE TRAGEDY?
You pick at your nail beds, “I… Thursday— no, Wednesday.” You burned your calendar, watched the flames lick and curl around the paper. There could be no remains, no remnants. The pink nail polish peels a little, and your thumbnail runs along where you’ve begun to pull it ragged. It makes you queasy to think about. It’s all so red and ruinous, it’s all just red—turning death into poetry and grief comes later. Right now, Vincent is just dead. No amount of love will fix that. “Wednesday. Someone mentioned.. something about getting lunch with him. Archer, maybe? It might have been Cass. I don’t know. I really wasn’t close with Vincent.”
Where were you at time of death of THE TRAGEDY? And what were you doing?
Rosy lips press together, “At home. I’d been out with Lucia earlier— great food, great company. I’d—” You pause, lips purse together. It might be unwise. Your head ducks, a dark curtain of hair drawing over your sightline for a moment. Grief. You must act out grief. A hand to your throat, a crackle in your voice. How much of that is real? You barely knew him. You’re grieving for the wrong thing. “I’d wanted to get some sleep. It had been a tiring day.”
Who can attest to your alibi?
“Lucia,” your voice echoes. “I couldn’t have been able to get home from dinner and do something so… horrific so quickly.” What makes a good person? The disgust that lurches inside you when you look at a crime as visceral as this? The fact you’re lying because you want to save someone else? Will it matter if you’re next?
The SOCIETY requires your verdict on THE TRAGEDY's demise: Was it the calculated hand of murder? The cruel whim of accident? Or the final, desperate act of self-annihilation?
You are quiet. The silence is heavy and you feel her sharp eyes fixating on you—you pick at your nail bed again, “I want it to be the latter. I don’t want to believe someone among us is capable of something so cruel. Accident or not.”
#the psd file corrupted and wont open i dont want to talk about it so have something mediocre#we just typing<3#self harm tw#(nail picking/biting)#trialofheartstask#i. tasks.
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NEW CONTACT CREATED: Caroline Liggins (HJ&A)
> Hi Caroline, I'm just letting you know I'll only be available on this number for the time being.
NEW CONTACT CREATED: arrow of my heart [Archer Drake]
> lunch my queen???? i can't text with emojis ):
NEW CONTACT CREATED: momma bear
> borrowing a friends phone!!!! will be out of cell range for a while xxx
#trialofheartstask#i. tasks.#i. task: 002#i dont want to discuss that i briefly forgot my login#i superglued this thing together#also yeah clems priorities are lunch with her best friend!!!!!!#sure they stole our phones but scones????
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Joanna Newsom, Kate Bush, Fiona Apple and media’s perception of female artists
Joanna Newsom, Interview // Grimes, California // Mary Shelley, Frankenstein // x // xx // Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre // Joanna Newsom, Sawdust and Diamonds // Donna Tartt, The Secret History // xxx // Fiona Apple, Parting Gift // Kate Bush, The Big Sky // Joanna Newsom, Divers
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Clementine de Cervantes + social media
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↳ task i: the recording.
There’s the very slightest click of her heels on the floor, muffled by the thick carpet as Clementine entered. Dark and nervous eyes dart around the room—drawing from the woman to the soundproof panels—to the camera. She followed the gesture, shuffling her skirt as she seated herself neatly on the stool. Shaking hands run through her hair, adjusting, preening for a moment. The stranger passes a thick piece of card, written in matte black ink. “I, Clementine de Cervantes, willingly accept my invitation into the Trial of Hearts. I enter with the full understanding that this is a game of absolutes: high risk, high reward,” she began. Clementine— oh Clementine… she steadies her voice, she layers it. Imagines a lawyer behind her, prepping and preparing her for this. Ensuring that she gets the story right. Being weak can be a strength, she knows that. But in the face of competition, giving away her true hesitation and fear will invoke ruin and rot. “I acknowledge that the Trial of Hearts may result in injury — physical, emotional, or psychological - and by speaking these words, I seal my fate.” She straightens up, catching the gleam of the camera in her eyes, the sharp red dot. You must be strong and confident, she hears the ghost of her lawyer saying. Everything is an act. It’s all a game. You have to play. And with a calming inhale, she continued, “By continuing, I forfeit any right to retreat or regret. I accept that only one will rise victorious, and I declare myself worthy of that title.”
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ZION MORENO AS LUNA LA IN GOSSIP GIRL (2021) — EPISODES 1&2
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DEAR LAMB,
Our Ten of Hearts, CLEMENTINE ‘CLEM’ DE CERVANTES (written by NAOISE, portrayed by Zion Moreno), we are thrilled to welcome you to the TRIAL OF HEARTS.
"When did life ever show the lamb any kindness? No, your kindness was hard fought, the world and its sharp edges scarred you but did not engrave their misery into your flesh." She slips effortlessly into the plot-mold prepared for her, fitting it with striking ease. Well done on skillfully leveraging the setting and details provided so far to your advantage. What an intriguing concoction — this lamb you've breathed into existence. And a card of hearts… you know what that means. Nothing good, at least. I truly look forward to seeing the LAMB turn heads. Just how much can she be pushed?
⟡ Your checklist can be found here. The link the RPG's Discord will be sent in exchange for your account. You have 24 hours!
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Dulcinea Clementine de Cervantes Saavedra. The Lamb. dependent blog for the trial of hearts. written by naoise, 25, they/them.
Not a person but a piece of porcelain for their shelf. No, your kindness was hard fought, the world and its sharp edges scarred you but did not engrave their misery into your flesh. The lamb, devoured. The lamb, brought up for slaughter to the masses. The lamb, feasted upon. You’ve worked so hard to be this woman.
DOSSIER, SKELETON, PINTEREST.
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