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avery.

“Y-you have a bunny? W-where? U-um…c-can I? If t-that’s alright with y-you.” 

“She’s i-in my d-dorm, probably sleeping. Of c-course. I’m sure she’d l-love to meet you.”

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ashton.

“Unless we get caught, I don’t see a problem. I’m just curious to see what the school is doing about catching The Creeper.” 

“Don’t d-do that! Really, you d-don’t want to g-get involved with that. T-Trust me, I know.”

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todd.

Benji looked at the small plaque on the door and realized that this was, in fact, the Dean’s office and mentally slapped himself. Repeatedly. “Ahh, sorry. I just really got lost, do you know where the History room is?”

Lydia gave the boy a reassuring smile, knowing that it was fairly easy to get lost in the massive school that was Plath. During her first few weeks, she’d been perpetually walking into the wrong classroom. “N-No worries. That happens t-to everyone. Sure, I-I can show you h-how to get there. It’s n-not too far.”

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ruby.

“Don’t you want to see what your file says? C’mon, I’ll take the blame if we get caught.”

“No! No, I-I mean, no, I’m a-alright. I already know w-what it says.”

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marcos.

Marcos got the message and backed away, hands in the air. “Gotcha.” He said, He could respect a ‘no’, at least. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts, not feeling weird about being shirtless. “May I say, your boy is a lucky guy. Tú eres muy bonita. Very beautiful.” He said with a smile. “Can I ask the pretty lady her name?” He asked.

Lydia was glad when he backed off -- not everyone was so polite, especially not in a place like Plath where murderers were more common than football players. “ Thank y-you. That’s v-very nice of you t-to say, ” she stammered out with a genuine smile, giving him a laugh. “ Lydia. A-And you a-are? ”

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winnie.

Winifred wanted to touch, but she was a little afraid. “W-Will Dandy bite Winnie?” her head tilted in curiosity as she approached her hesitantly with her right hand. She looked at Lydia one final time for reassurance, waiting patiently for the OK.

Lydia shook her head, giving a gentle smile as she held the rabbit. “D-Definitely not. She’s the n-nicest little rabbit. She’d n-never hurt anyone,” she promised, meaning it wholeheartedly. Dandy had calmed her down from a panic attack more times than she could count.

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avery.

“U-um…I g-guess so? I’ve n-never really s-seen one before, b-but I’ve s-seen pictures. They seem c-cute.”

“D-Do you wanna m-meet one? I, um, I have one. H-Her name is Dandelion -- Dandy f-for short.”

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🐣

Child Protective Services have been called to the Asher household more than once, but somehow Irene and Jacob Asher keep walking away with little more than warnings on the worst days – usually they’re lauded for their good work. They’re well loved by the community, especially since most people know them as the heroes that manage to take care of a deeply troubled young girl without ever losing their patience. Every time anyone stops by their house, there’s always freshly baked cookies and their home is immaculate, filled with flowers from their clearly well tended garden. To the outsider, it would seem that the Asher family was one that managed to remain the picture perfect version of the nuclear family, despite having to deal with the incredible hardships that their eldest child brings upon them.

In a picture, Lydia might have seemed like the perfect little blonde haired, blue eyed angel, but everyone in the neighborhood knows a different story. Whether she’s autistic, schizophrenic, bipolar or something else entirely, her parents have never confirmed, but they’ve certainly implied time and time again that there’s something horribly wrong with her. It makes sense, after all. How else would she end up with all those bruises and broken bones if not from violent fits and bouts of self harm? Certainly her parents aren’t capable of inflicting such horrors, not when they seem like such kind and supportive parents. No one can ever recall seeing the couple even raise their voices at their child, let alone raise a hand towards her. 

Then again, no one has ever seen one of Lydia’s fits.

Sure, they happen sometimes when the family is out shopping or during a birthday party, but one or both of the parents tend to drag her away before anything happens. They wouldn’t want to upset one of the other children, after all. It’s in everyone’s best interest – even if their neighbor is a doctor and all his offers of help are met with quick and firm denials. Sometimes, when she was younger, parents and children would hear her crying and screaming during the fits, but as she grew, so did her silence. Nowadays, her parents get applauded for how quiet she is during her fits. That must mean she’s getting better, right? No matter how her injuries seem to be getting worse and at Brianna’s birthday party last week, they had to leave because she stopped being able to stand. Sharon says something happened to her hips, but Sharon also likes to drink too much.

At school, Lydia seems to struggle horribly, despite her parents’ best efforts. They show up to every PTA meeting, always come in to talk to counselors to try and help their daughter, but still her grades slip and still she forgets to pick up the lunches that her mother packs for her every day. It’s tragic, really. She seems to have such potential, but it’s like she doesn’t want to succeed. Still, none of the students have ever complained about her having bad behavior. If anything, there’s more stories of her getting bullied than anything. She does seem like a target with the way she stutters through her sentences and flinches away from people just trying to help. She’s awkward, nervous and flighty and it’s hardly shocking that she has little to no friends.

Altogether, it’s a miracle that the Ashers are as stable as they are. You know, we might not know the whole story, but it’s really admirable that they keep trying with such a troubled child instead of just sending her off to a home. Really, she should be grateful for how lucky she is to have parents like them.

send “🐣” to meet my muse as a child.

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For child muses: Send “🐣+Reverse” to meet my muse as an adult.

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♦ Marcos and Avery?

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frag·ile/ˈfrajəl,ˈfraˌjīl/

adjective         1. you haven’t seen someone stammer and shudder like that since you looked in a mirror this morning.        2. you wonder if the demons that broke him look anything like yours; you wonder if his nightmares feel like dying as much as yours do.         3. you hope they don’t.         4. fixing him isn’t something you can do, not when you’re both shattered, but maybe you can make him feel less scared and less alone.         5. maybe you can teach him how to find his smile the way the people you love taught you to find yours.

@emmarcos

un·fa·mil·iar/ˌənfəˈmilyər/

adjective        1. you’re taken and you’re in love and you’ve been His for months now but it’s still strange to think that someone else can look at you and see beauty.       2. this boy that doesn’t know your name might be lying, but it still makes your heart race to think that anyone would consider you worth such a risk.        3. you wonder if he doesn’t see the scars and the crooked bones and the dark circles under your eyes.        4. you wonder if everyone else is as terrified of the concept of beauty as you.

send me a “♦” for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.

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Send me a "♦" for the first word my muse thinks of when your muse is mentioned.

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avery.

“I-I’m not really sure what m-makes me happy? I, I’m s-sorry, I’m not v-very good at t-this…” 

“There’s n-no need to be s-sorry. I u-understand. Um, what a-about bunnies? Do you l-like bunnies?”

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marcos.

Marcos tried his hardest not to look surprised when she talked about her boyfriend. He should have been expecting it, after all the stuff his dad had told him about Plath, but still, it was a little alarming. Most people would back off at this moment, but Marcos isn’t most people. He could still take him…maybe. “Well, that’s great for him, but where is he now? Not here, and I could make you happy too.” If she said no, he would back off, he wasn’t that kind of person.

Lydia was more than a little surprised that the truth about Gabriel wasn’t enough to scared him off; she wondered if he was moderately suicidal, overly confident or just didn’t believe her. All were possible, frankly, especially in a place like Plath. “I-I’m sure you’re a-a very nice p-person, but I’m not...that’s n-not something I-I’d do. I’m n-not like that.” Cheating or flirting -- both were mostly out of her range of abilities. “N-Nothing personal. You’re v-very handsome and y-you seem nice but, um, y-yeah.”

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marcos.

Marcos watched as the girl stammer for a while, a small smirk on his face. He knew that he looked good; he worked to make sure he looked good. And this girl was pretty cute, if you liked that cute innocent thing. Which, Marcos did. A boyfriend? He could deal with that later. “Mmhm. Sure. Does your pendejo boyfriend look like this?” He asked, flexing his muscles. 

It wasn’t really a situation that she was familiar with, nor one that she knew how to deal with – covered in pink and perpetually stammering, she tended to think of herself as cute like a rabbit more than anything else. Lydia was pointedly trying to look everywhere but at the boy. “B-But he’s very h-handsome and f-fantastic and I’m v-very happy with him. And h-he’s a-also a serial killer k-known for killing cheaters, s-s-so that’s, um, so maybe this i-isn’t a conversation y-you want to have.”

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“Y-You know w-we can’t go i-in there, right? That’s the D-Dean’s office.”

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atara.

“….isn’t this meant to be a school for troubled kids? why does everyone look like they’ve been taken off of a runway and dumped in this psychopathic education centre?”

 it bugs her, it’s not right. everyone here looks too perfect, too pretty, too pure. she’s never trusted things that look too perfect, perfect things are fabricated- the only question is who fabricated them and why.

“i...” lydia lets out a small sigh, glancing around them. “i-i think a l-lot of people h-here want to be h-happier than they a-are, so they t-try to look n-nice,” she suggests as she shrugs. truth be told, she falls into that category with all her layers of pink ruffles and bows, bright colors covering up scars and damage.