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Unprompted Starter. | @dafriend

⸻ Apprenticeships were not always what they seemed. Mariana Cross had not simply found herself under the wing of the Fairy Godmother; she had become very much intertwined with the family. Lighthearted jokes that she might be in Fiona's place were she to have any value outside of her magic didn't harm her, for why would she ever want to marry a man like Charming?

However, the care she had for the Godmother who had made her dreams come true without a single teardrop shed did cause her to wind up doing little favors here and there that would not be in her job description. Case in point: standing in for Fiona so that Charming might practice his proposal, amongst other things.

The concept of going on fake dates so that he might gain experience without causing a reputation some princes had for wandering eyes, well, it had been considered. What on earth was she doing here? Shouldn't she be making magic? The things she did for Fairy Godmother surprised even her, but here she was.

Standing under the shade of a weeping willow, dress billowing in the wind, and waiting for Fairy Godmother to attend her meetings for the day so she could speak plainly without worry of upsetting her. And upon her departure, she looks to Charming, hand still in his. ❝ This feels a bit silly, doesn't it? Playing pretend so you can practice? It's not like Fiona and I are very similar; it could go incredibly different. She could swoon over you or hate your guts; you hardly even know each other! ❞

While annoyed at the very favor she was doing for Charming and his mother, she failed to notice that she was still holding his hand. Perhaps, like the ogre he was going to pretend to be, their interactions had layers. She'd refute this truth if asked.

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⸻ ❝ Do you really think that's how this ends? ❞ Mariana runs a hand through her hair, finding comfort in the way the strands bend to her will. ❝ They won't stop until they can silence me; 'til they can bring me back to the commune. I don't get to stop running. I don't get to think about shit like settling down. ❞

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“Your eyes betray you. Your body even responds to mine no matter that you’re angry. You want me.” // lmaoooo

⸻ Caught red-handed.

But she refuses to admit that what @coastercruushed says is true. How could she even suggest he was right; if this was how he acted when he SUSPECTED HER, how unbearable would it become once he received verbal confirmation? She needed to change the subject. Although, it did feel nice to be seen . . .

But not by someone so . . . so-!

⸻ ❝ Yeah, you wish. ❞ She smirks, giving him a look over before getting a tad more serious. He couldn't just be teasing her, right? ❝ Y'know, just because we both died virgins doesn't mean I'm desperate enough to do it in a theme park. That's why you're doing this right? Cause Siobhan or, or Gonzo, or someone said no? ❞

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thinking about mariana touring with your muse's band as a stylist/seamstress. she'd ensure they look their best before each song, and get very irritated if they ate in their outfit before a show. 💕

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Open Starter | Open to Everyone.

⸻ ❝ You can't go back out there looking like that. ❞ The words come out colder than she means them. Beyond the icy stare, if one were to look a little closer, they might notice she's offering her services free of charge. ❝ It's torn. Let me fix it. ❞ 

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⸻ She shakes her head, intrigued by the idea of a figure who only wanted to sing for old people. Pop culture would never make sense to her, but at least . . . now that they were all dead, they would eventually all be in a similar boat. At least, until the next accident. ❝ It is bullshit. ❞ On this, they could agree. ❝ Maybe we could pretend to be, uh, retired? Like we're here on purpose? It, uh, it might be fun. ❞

She isn't good at this.

"haven't you ever heard of jimmy buffet? he basically made music for old people that retired to, like---....florida," or even the beaches of whitehaven. he'll cross his arms tightly against his chest, a huff leaving him. "that's where i am right now. mentally. physically, i'm here. mentally, i'm in margaritaville. 'cause this place is bullshit,"

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starter call. :)

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⸻ She isn't quite sure how to respond. It seems as if she's missing a key ingredient for this sentiment to hold any meaning to her. After a pause, she's speaking quietly . . . as though she is almost afraid to ask. ❝ What . . . is Margaritaville? ❞ 

"no, YOU live in a state of denial," oh, now he's pouting. he's crossing his arms and pouting! he refuses to look at you. "i live in margaritaville." // open rp.

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hi !! i miss mariana very much, so i'm coming back to write here again after what feels like a millennia. :') you can also currently find me at: @euphoriabled && @thwipsnapped

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No matter how buried it gets, or how lost you feel, you must promise me that you will hold on to hope. Keep it alive. We have to be greater than what we suffer.

indie. priv. selective. gwen stacy of earth-65 & earth-616. minors dni. promo by @romysrsrcs. ghosted saved by kaliya.

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They kept saying, “Time heals all wounds.” But that’s a lie. Time is the wound.

𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔴𝔫. 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧. 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢. 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐚. 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲𝟒.

Takes you further and further from that place when you were happy.

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source. (damn. mari's is ... intense?)

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and if you are feeling sinister, go off and see a minister, he'll try in vain to take away the pain of being a hopeless unbeliever!

a silly little writing blog :) penned by romy :)

> carrd. promo creds. <

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Valentine's Starter Call. [Accepting.] @scinglives

⸻ ❝ You and Mickey doin' anything to celebrate tonight? ❞

Mariana browses Henrik's as she speaks to Rose; doing her best to seem like a regular customer rather than a personal friend so managers don't get irritated at Rose for chatting too much on the job. Valentine's Day was something that seemed to be important everywhere she went. Los Angeles to London, everyone was caught up in the energy of the love-filled holiday.

Mariana tried to suppress her slight Southern California accent, one that she'd adamantly deny having. She was from Oregon after all, wouldn't that take precedence over the cities she lived the past 3 years. Then she wound up in London, where she stuck out like a sore thumb.

❝ If not ... I found something cool to do 'round 7 o'clock tonight. ❞ She grins. ❝ Apparently this art gallery does a special event every Valentine's Day for just a few hours. It sounded pretty ace. That's ... how you use 'ace,' right? ❞

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Valentine's Starter Call. [Accepting.] @scftheartiisms

⸻ A brown paper bag practically overflowing with red tissue paper awkwardly passes hands; Mariana pretends it's one of many gifts she's given on this day of love, but it's the only thing she's made.

❝ Someone told me that, um, that today isn't just about romantic love. ❞ Mariana clears her throat, finding the paintings on the wall to be far more interesting than the girl in front of her — or perhaps, she was just nervous? ❝ And, um. Well, you've become like a sister to me, so ... go ahead and open it. ❞ A beat. Once Valerie's attention is on the bag, rather than on her, she adds another statement. ❝ I love you. ❞

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⸻ ❝ Oh ... it's not-? ❞ She can't hide the disappointment in her voice as she flips the case of Hanging Rock over. ❝ ...but it said a bunch o' girls go missing. I thought it'd be, I dunno, slasher-y. Or something. ❞

She'll look up at him, smiling politely as he hands her My Bloody Valentine. This seemed promising. Something exciting enough to focus on with enough blood and thrill to distract her from how lonely this day of the year was. It wasn't like she was especially romantic or anything, but you could only see so many couples holding hands before you realized how empty yours were.

❝ Hmm. Bride of Chucky ... that one sounds familiar. It's the one with the dolls, right? [...] Probably better to watch a horror-romance with a plus one though, don'cha think? I mean, if I have to think about how a serial killing piece of plastic has a better love life than me, well, there are better ways to spend the holiday. ❞ She clears her throat; changing the subject. ❝ Thanks for the rec, though. This one seems cool. Haven't heard of this or the hospital one before. ❞ 

Looking over both cases in her hands, she decides internally that she'll most likely rent them both. Mysteries can be fun in their own right. And if there are any religious themes, they'll be especially terrifying for her -- it'll be like cinematic exposure therapy. Maybe she'll pick up.a third film as a chaser: some feel-good flick to balance things out. She even considers grabbing something out of her comfort zone, which brings her mind back to something she'd noticed prior to their conversation.

❝ There's gonna be a lot of Scorpios this year. The adult section was a barren wasteland today. Not that I was, I mean. I wasn't looking over there. I just noticed when I was browsing the shelf next to—. I'm no Valentine's hater, it just feels like a bit much. ❞ 

of all days to not complain about working —— this day in specific would certainly take the cake , and he would find himself somewhat grateful for the distraction. of course , it couldn't possibly distract from the holiday itself ; the reminders were in every corner in the form of cheap party store decorations and in every film brought to the counter. but it gave him something to do , aside from moping in the dark cave of his bedroom by himself. the drawback would be the amount of couples entering the store hand in hand [ ... ] it was impossible to entirely avoid the thought of being single during the worst time of the year.

cheesy rom-coms were by far the most popular choice [ ... ] but don't worry , he's been taking a mental note of all the genres that were brought to the front for the last couple of hours —— making a game out of creating a backstory for each customer based on their selections. how they were going to be spending their night. it only made sense that titles with the words busty and hot were second runner ups and giving the romance section a run for its money ; or playmate of the year if they considered themselves too classy. those cases , however , were more difficult to decipher. whether they'd be alone for the evening... or in great company. but nevertheless —— he was keeping himself entertained on the clock at the expense of others.

a stack of returns was securely kept in place against his side beneath the weight of his arm as he roamed through aisles. busy pushing dvds into their designated slots and moving on to the next [ ... ] but his rush to get it over with always became much less urgent in the horror section. taking his time to look over for anything new that he might have overlooked —— or for anything that he might want to take home for himself. the voice nearby would suddenly drag him out of his thoughts ; and upon realizing they were meant for him , he turned to find her. lips initially parting to give response at the first half [ ... ] but she kept going.

neck gave a small tilt to get a better look at the film she currently had tucked away and he shook his head once getting the hint that she was done —— another shove went into the shelf. ❛❛ hanging rock isn't scary. ❜❜ it's stated painfully matter of fact [ ... ] not in a way meant to make her doubt her decision ; but he was nothing if not strongly opinionated. ❛❛ if you're lookin' for bloody and scary —— my bloody valentine is a classic. ❜❜ he'll turn away to allow painted index finger to browse for only a moment before pulling the 1981 film in question and handing it out towards her. ❛❛ hospital massacre is kind of the same vibe... but if you've never seen either , bloody valentine is definitely better. ❜❜ glancing back at the rows surrounding them ; he finished off the last case in his grip. ❛❛ and it doesn't take place on valentine's day but... bride of chucky is kinda romantic. ❜❜

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⸻ ❝ See, I want to say yes. ❞ 

Mariana pokes her tongue into her left cheek, a touch too far. It pulls at her skin and stings. She knows the feeling of not wanting things to get too serious; to be fearful of anything meaning too much before you knew what you were getting into ... before they knew the darkness that intertwined with your love; brambles and thorns that guard sweet summer berries, marking up the innocent hands of the hungry.

❝ But, the truth is: I can dish it, but I can't take it. I mean, I'll ghost for a million reasons, but if someone leaves me alone, I overthink. ❞ She shrugs. ❝ I mean, I wouldn't mind if you did it because I know that you do that ... but when it isn't someone's usual pattern, or I don't know that it is, my brain puts in for overtime at the dumb bitch factory. ❞

"is it just me or do you like, ever---....hope that the person your talkin' to ghosts you first?" she'll give a nervous grin, head tilting to the side. she knows how absolutely insane that sounds but she doesn't seem to care all that much. "'cause like---...you don't want it to be that serious but like, yanno---....you don't wanna keep being the bad guy?" // open rp.