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DUA LIPA via Instagram (April 4, 2025)
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psst: the best way for us to start writing is to just pounce into my dm’s / discord + start wordbuilding our little bebes. just sayin (":
#* OOC.#i barely have time as it is and#honestly? my brain works best when we just hop in#and are both open + eager with ideas and bounce off one another#in a really natural and fun way!#and those kinds of plots end up getting the most attention bc it works w my silly little brain <3#OK . work week officially begins now#wuv u all
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whatever you do. don’t imagine le/stat’s face when he heard vampire by miss rodrigo for the first time.
#* OOC.#stunned!#offended!#disgraced!#disgusted!#(mostly because he didn’t come up with the lyrics first)
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though she sputters and makes no real move to avoid the toss of grass, eliza doesn't hesitate or falter in her answer of his sensitive question - not even for a moment. her smile remains honest and present as she answers confidently, "mhm."
there's so much about this newfound (not so new anymore) exposition, setting and company that feels foreign - impossible, even, that she could be permitted to receive such love and light with no second thought offered, no reciprocation counted past honesty of the heart. it's frightening. she knows hurt at the hands of those who are meant to love you - daily, she feels the aftershocks of it. (eliza would suffer her own demise before inflicting that type of pain on anyone with half a heart.) still, the humanity of it all weighs heavy on her shoulders; would that it were easier, would she accept it? probably not. this is reality - bloody, bruised, marred and all.
the familiarity shared between eliza and clark feels like a golden, gleaming line of fate tied around and between their hearts. she's still covered in grass as she comfortably leans forward and extends her pointer finger to trace a 'x' over his heart, pulling back and mimicking the same gesture over her own. i am you, and you are me - all heart, all the time. there's an emboldened vulnerability in her eyes, in her smile; he knows it, he sees it. she sees it right back in him.
but he could say the same about her. couldn't he? eliza swallows once as her gaze darts from her crossed legs in the plush grass beneath them before anxiously looking back at clark. "kinda scary, actually," she admits - feebly at best.
i know you far better than you know yourself. @strnza
people may know who clark kent is, but very few know what clark kent is. like anyone else, there, lying just under the skin, is a secret interior life; some are complex with several rooms sequestered from prying eyes while others are made to be less intricate. simpler, but not any less important or any less admirable. some days he wishes his interior was comprised of the latter. less room, less dark within which to bury his secret self. just .. less.
but as his father would so often insist, safety is paramount, but not only his own safety, but the safety of others, especially loved ones.
of course he's discovered why. sometimes, the hard way, because once someone knows who and what you are; once you give them access to those fleshy, more vulnerable pieces of yourself, it can be utilized against you in the aim of doing irreparable harm. one must be judicious about who they open the door for and who they allow over the threshold.
eliza isn't one of those people that you anticipate hurt from. not ever.
" maybe so. " clark pitches a fistful of freshly plucked green grass at his dear friend. " but i could say the same about you, couldn't i? " it's mostly rhetorical, but at the same time he discovers that he's seeking confirmation. that, yes, he does know and that yes, he's placed his faith & trust in the right person.
#of2morrow#sorry that i never know how to write a short reply ... ever#dc verse tbt /#* WRITING.#'the oc sophie' is that like the vampire armand#FEELING TOTALLY NORMAL ABT THIS BTW(((:::#TOTALLY CALM AND NORMAL((((((::::::
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leave ur offerings for eliza in the replies so that she may finally let me write tonight. <3
#* OOC.#i say it like she's been the problem#it's me . i'm the problem#my rl schedule is the problem
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Reblog this if you admire the person who reblogged this before you.
#* OOC.#promo /#hey did you know that you're literally everything 2 me#will follow u to the ends of the earth from now until the end of time#sending u stupid videos saying 'beliza' w absolutely no context#BELOVED!!!!! THATS U
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downloaded mobile tumblr just to say that the new s/uperman exists solely to take the argument that ‘morally good characters are boring’ and shove it right up everyone’s ASS!
#* OOC.#and that’s all i have to say#esp when yall use that argument against female characters specifically#u no longer have any shield to hide behind . eat my shorts#i will never shut up about this movie
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⚡ random INCORRECT QUOTE EDITS, bc i feel like it (: / @rockerb0y + eliza.
#rockerb0y#* ELIZA AND JOHNNY / rockerb0y.#my edits /#the way that this is interchangeable for them ..#luv <3
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⚡ random INCORRECT QUOTE EDITS, bc i feel like it (: / @yllowpages + eliza.
#yllowpages#* ELIZA AND JOHN / yllowpages.#my edits /#not that he'd ever say this many consecutive words to her#but alas . here we are
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⚡ random INCORRECT QUOTE EDITS, bc i feel like it (: / @cloudboxing + eliza.
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HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL BIRTHDAY !! 🎉🎉
THANK U SO MUCH BABIEEEEEEEE (“: johnnyliza 5ever and you are simply one of the greatest gifts i could receive in the form of a lovely human + writing partner who matches energy, enthusiasm and creativity so well. SO VERY GRATEFUL FOR YOU BEYOND WORDS <3
#* OOC.#sophs bday /#save /#deadass one of my most fave collaborative writing experiences#of all time#cannot even put it into words
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a little birdie told me it’s your birthday, so i’m here to say, happy birthday fellow crustacean! 🥳 you are genuinely one of the best, sweetest, and kindest people i’ve come across in the rpc, and your dedication to eliza is so incredibly inspiring. i’m glad our paths crossed because my dash is a lot brighter with you on it. hope you had a wonderful day, and here’s to another amazing trip around the sun. 💛💛💛
fellow crustacean i’m crying….. rika, you are just the sweetest. happy cancer season to my fellow crabby and ilysm. you and carol are consistently such a gift to all of us <3
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BEAUTIFUL FRIEND I HOPE YOU’RE HAVING FUN ON VACATION ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ i love youuuuuuuu
HI DID U KNOW THAT I LOVE U SO MUCH AND U BRING SO MUCH LOVE AND LIGHT 2 MY LIFE ON THE DAILY????? tysm. I am kissing u on the forehead always <3
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!oijoijoaidsjFSDF
TYSM POOKIE GORGEOUS. it’s a delight to have u in my mutuals and i can’t wait to get eliza + frank together (“:
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The world is violent and mercurial — it will have its way with you. We are saved only by love — love for each other and the love that we pour into the art we feel compelled to share: being a parent; being a writer; being a painter; being a friend. We live in a perpetually burning building, and what we must save from it, all the time, is love.
Tennessee Williams
#wonderful . gimme another one#* STUDY: LOVE INCARNATE.#* ELIZA AND LESTAT / wldwst.#(old tag till i go back in and fix thx)
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melt - muse a holds muse b’s face gently, drawing circles into their cheeks with their thumbs. / from lestat. hello. he is doting on his beautiful vampire bride.
in this moment, there is nothing else. there is no music, there are no heartbeats, no blood - no sun, no moon, no time, no passage of life onto the next - fate is a will of their own making. as eliza stands before lestat, he intentionally draws her focus entirely upon himself; she nearly melts into his body, leaning against him without reserve or apprehension.
the moon hangs high in the sky. the celebration of the evening has mellowed into a feverish sort of joy; the 'wedding' basks in a warm glow of familiarity, of normalcy, of mortality. of a promise made to those who know better than to ask questions on a topic that has no handbook. there it is again - the jagged, bracing reality check. the formidable opponent of overwhelming emotions attached to her newfound nature. delight, exhilaration, self-hatred and fear all in one breath. sounds of happiness all around her only add to the chaos trapped in her lungs.
eliza is promptly hyperaware of how dry her throat feels - how tight the white silk around her ribcage is, how harshly the candlelight illuminates the faces of her family. eyes dart between the visuals of val and carlo feeding each other a slice of cake, danny downing a flute of champagne, younger children asleep in their chairs ... the pit in her stomach suddenly feels emptier, larger, hungrier. it’s meant to be closure of a sort - isn’t it? or is it all just pretend? she’s losing track.
it is lestat's touch that brings her back to reality. it is the unyielding comfort of him, in all his faults and freedoms, that tenderly reminds her that this semblance of a life is made to count for something. this frivolous event marks the promise of something long gone to those who still possess mortality. to the unspoken questions (your eyes - what happened to them?), to the worries of newfound habits and star-crossed lovers (when's the last time you got some sun?), to those who live in the right atrium of her dead heart: breathe. she’s going to be alright. she isn’t alone.
a single, crimson tear escapes from the corner of her eye - eliza holds faith that lestat will soon thumb it away. she nods into the feeling of his thumbs over her cheeks, swallowing back deeper sentiment and turning her chin to press an intentional kiss to his right palm. this is exhausting - and yet, he’ll have a hard enough time dragging her away before the morning dawns on them.
"thank you," is all she can muster, lest she relents and gives into the lump in her throat; the melancholy, the worry, the love - the aching, bitter love of it all. it's still too much to bear. the stifling flood of fervor hits her like a tidal wave, electing to choose joy in all this mess and pressing another kiss to lestat's palm.
"vieni," eliza beckons him; she feels like a tiny, little thing with a shadow as big as the choices that have led them here. she just wants him to swallow her whole, take away every thought that pleads anything but implacable humanity. give her the space to enjoy this moment. "dance with me."
* MEME, still accepting / @cloudboxing 🤍
#cloudboxing#* V / vamp.#* WRITING.#hey so i didn't intend to take the vampire bride thing literally#but then i did#remember how we talked abt how they'd do the wedding / commitment ceremony for the belluccis#WELL ..........#(:#hey i missed them (: a lot a lot (:#K BYE
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