#❀ＢＥＬＯＶＥＤ❀

[wcstenra]

@desanctii | x.

( heiress seems much recovered this evening, indeed GLOWING in candlelight sparkling within chandelier crystal. spring was finally warming whitby from cold GRIP of winter &. westenra estate opened its doors for the first ball of social season. central to the entire event is, of course, lucy in YOUTHFUL, beguiling glory. despite her recent bout of what was being laughed away as ILLNESS diamond of the first water blushed &. giggled &. danced with typical laissez-faire elegance. heavy choker of stacked pearls OBSCURES only evidence of shadow that continues to STALK miss westenra in the night - occasionally she adjusts OPULENT necklace when brief discomfort crosses fair visage, pearls uncomfortably cold against torn skin, open wound. ) 

( mortal venus had begged him to attend - her guest of honor, she had said, after EVERYTHING he did &. continued to do for her &. mina. she had yet to see him dance, however, though truthfully she had been OCCUPIED nearly all night. her dance card filled very early in the evening &. she saw spinning, BLURRED washes of color meant to be the ballroom. only now had she managed to sneak away &. noticed her guest, a DARK spot against wallpaper. ) 

( she approaches in a SWIRL of mint green silk, one too many glasses of champagne resulting in charming FLUSH dusting her cheeks. yes, she looks well, color finally returning to delicate features after so long. if one looks closer, though, blush could look … FEVERISH, overall composition almost too fragile. lucy knows how important this event is to her mother &. has been pushing herself as a result, knowing very well PRESSURES on thin shoulders this evening. still, her spirits are overall clearly IMPROVED evidenced by beaming GIRLISH smile. hand that extends to him is so thin &. pale it is nearly translucent, porcelain to BREAK should he grip too harshly. SILVERY melody sweetens air with inquiry, expression open &. simple in its PLAYFULNESS. )

‘ one dance - please? ‘

[michelleuou]

Ｙｏｕｒ ｂｅｌｏｖｅｄ ｓｔｅｐ ｆａｔｈｅｒ

[luridcomixofthenuit]

ＫＡＩＪＩ  ＩＴＯＵ  ＭＹ ＦＵＣＫＩＮＧ  ＢＥＬＯＶＥＤ

[crying-wolves]

ＷＩＰｓ

to hold myself accountable ! <3 <3 <3

ｏｎｅｓｈｏｔｓ

ｍｙ ｂｅｌｏｖｅｄ, ｔｈｅ ｆｉｅｎｄ

－ ｓｅｒｉｅｓ ｏｆ ｏｎｅｓｈｏｔｓ

canine cathedral (werewolf!abby anderson x altar server!reader) (abby befriends you while trying to find a cure for her lycanthropy.)

swine before pearls (amnesiac!abby anderson x witch!reader) (you bring abby back to life in a tricky ritual, but she can't remember who she was before she died.)

sea salt + caramel (bartender!abby anderson x vampire!reader) (you get a new job at nightcrawlers, a snazzy new bar in your area, but your manager fuckin' hates you.)

~~~

the 168 hour day (college!swimmer!abby x college!photojournalist!reader) (you're forced to spend 7 days with your college swim team's star swimmer for a newspaper project.)

ｓｅｒｉｅｓ

i need a hero! (part two) (hero!abby anderson x villain!reader) (you get to know abby, and the circumstances that brought you two to where you are now.)

[fairebye]

"       are       you      sure       she      isn't       with       hector?       "       a      query       about       the      𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙𝖘       of       flora       witch,      a      walking      𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝔂      between       the      sea      of       men       who       𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕗𝕖𝕕       for      the      witch's       attention.       ｂｅｌｏｖｅｄ      amongst      the      women      and      children       for      her      ʜᴏꜱᴘɪᴛᴀʟɪᴛʏ       and       herbal ​      🇷​​🇪​​🇲​​🇪​​🇩​​🇮​​🇪​​🇸​.      yet,       to      him,      she      is      someone       whom      he       [ fell in love with ].       from      their      first       ᵉⁿᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗᵉʳ       til       even      now,       along      came      the       𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭       love      now      begun       a       𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱.       irises       𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳      than       the       sky      itself,      𝙫𝙚𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙      towards      the       dhampir       before      him.      arms       crossed       and       physique       𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐       against       the      witch's      kitchen      counter.

        @symphonight . 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋.

"      she's      probably       just       gathering some      medical      herbs      in       the       forest.      "      truth       slid       off       spoken      tongue,      resting      𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖌𝖊       against      lower      jaw.       the      smell      of      lilies      and       sunflowers      filled      his       nostrils,      𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰       with      the       𝒸𝑜𝓂𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔      aroma       of      cider      pine.       the      flower      child       had       a      𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖       scent      that       ｗａｆｔｅｄ       through       the      air.       if      they       were       in      a      ᴛɪɢʜᴛ      spot,       Zack's      ability       to      catch       a ​      🇼​​🇭​​🇮​​🇫​​🇫​       in       the       air      would      help      him      ˡᵒᶜᵃᵗᵉ      her      in      no       time.      

"      hey,       she'll      be       fine.       you       got       to       trust      her.       "      arms       uncrossed,       extending      his      arm       and       𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲       grasped      alucard's       shirt.       ( 𝗔 𝗧𝗨𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗣 𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗗 ).       "       besides,       she       has       people      who       would      protect       her.       "       like       the      trio.

[monstruoasa]

OUT OF THE STONE. tag dump y'all !

[whitelotus-ffxiv]

ᴀ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀᴇʀ,

【ｎｏ　ｍａｔｔｅｒ　ｈｏｗ　ｂｅｌｏｖｅｄ】

[lcstrega]

                    ;    𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

                                 ｗｉｔｃｈ ｏｃ／ｎｓｆｗ／１８＋／ｇｏｒｅ                                                           ｂｅｌｏｖｅｄ ｂｙ ｋ .

[greeneyedskeptic]

３０ ｄａｙ ｂｉａｓ ｃｈａｌｌｅｎｇｅ

ｄａｙ １１ ⋆ ｂｉａｓ ｄｅｒｐ

ｆｔ． ｏｕｒ ｂｅｌｏｖｅｄ ｗｉｎｗｉｎ

@clapyangyangclap

[wcstenra]

@desiredprince​: --❝ no, that’s a myth. ❞

vampiric starters. | accepting

                         ( she is somewhat INTOXICATED, flushed features warm &. bright in dim silver moonlight. heiress &. gentleman stand together on the veranda overlooking evergreen IMPRESSIONIST blur of fragrant gardens. lucy had been atypically NERVOUS entering tonight’s ball, reaching for coupes filled with bubbling champagne upon gliding through the foyer-a full glass is cradled in one DELICATE hand now. it is the first of the season’s festivities where all THREE of her vying suitors were in attendance, &. her dance card was already full with scrawled signatures of other hopeful, ENAMORED men. diamond of the first water, EMERALD of the british isles - miss westenra had men competing for her hand, for even the chance to gaze upon ETHEREAL angel from all over the world. initial excitement had become overwhelming, near OPPRESSIVE strain eased only by sparkling wine. promenade on the veranda is first OPPORTUNITY nymph has had to breathe, grateful for cool evening air on FEVERISH, blushing skin. still, even now she PERFORMS, her life a constant DISPLAY of carefully constructed façade. )

                         ‘ oh monsieur, you must think me a very silly woman! ‘

                         ( laughter - much like the rest of her - is DREAMY in its silvery, bubbling quality. her question had been about the CHARMING american fascination with weapons; though she knew little about the stranger she now CONVERSED with, heiress did know he had some experiences with americans. the country had always FASCINATED her, interest increasing twofold upon making acquaintance with mr. quincey morris. the TEXAN - being the only american lucy knew personally - had given angel incorrect, perhaps NAÏVE assumption all americans hoarded weaponry of all kinds similarly to quincey. tapered fingertips lightly touch his arm, still giggling as she sipped her champagne. soft british lilt is somewhat SHEEPISH with her unwilling ignorance - miss westenra has never left england &. sometimes feels utterly FOOLISH conversing with more cosmopolitan strangers such as the gentleman who now holds her RADIANT attention. )

                         ‘ you seem very worldly, &. i am ashamed to admit i am not. it is why i am so eager to gain knowledge from gentlemen like yourself, you see, or the enchanting mr. morris. ‘

[mutemouth-blog1]

pawstet replied to your post: “pawstet replied to your post: “¤ï¸ðŸ’œðŸ’–💗”: ...”:

MEW ARE SO PRECIOUS MOG

Ａ　ＭＩＭＥ　ＭＩＲＲＯＲＳ　ＴＨＩＮＥ　ＡＣＴＩＯＮＳ，　ＢＥＬＯＶＥＤ．

[redux-pain]

chapter 05: Hospital

In this scene, the probable source of the Weird Voice and Poplar Fluff lines in the previous chapter! However, they’re in the Memory section, and cannot be presented to either Yamato or Yui in chapter 4.

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あら、西条さんでしたよね？

西条さんもどこか加減が 悪いんですか？

Ｙｏｕ’ｒｅ　Ｓａｉｊｏ，　ｒｉｇｈｔ？

Ａｒｅ　ｙｏｕ　ｎｏｔ　ｆｅｅｌｉｎｇ ｗｅｌｌ？

[SAYURI:] Oh, you’re Saijou-san, right?

Are you feeling unwell too?

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私はお母さんを待っているところ。

実はあの事件以来、怖い夢ばかり 見るようになって……

Ｉ’ｍ　ｗａｉｔｉｎｇ　ｆｏｒ　ｍｙ　ｍｏｍ．

Ｉ’ｖｅ　ｂｅｅｎ　ｈａｖｉｎｇ　ｗｅｉｒｄ ｄｒｅａｍｓ　ｓｉｎｃｅ　ｔｈｅ　ｉｎｃｉｄｅｎｔ．

[SAYURI:] I’m waiting for my mother.

I’ve been having all these scary dreams since that thing happened...

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だから今日は大きな病院で 診てもらおうと思って来てるんです。

何もなければいいですけど。

Ｓｏ　Ｉ　ｃａｍｅ　ｈｅｒｅ　ｔｏ　ｇｅｔ ａ　ｃｈｅｃｋ　ｕｐ．

Ｉ　ｈｏｐｅ　Ｉ’ｍ　ＯＫ．．．

[SAYURI:] So she wanted to have me seen [by someone] at the big hospital today.

I don’t really need it, though.

===

>TALK

お母さん、財布を忘れちゃって 慌てて家に取りに帰っているんですよ。

ほんとドジですよね。

私もお母さんのこと あまり言えないけど。

Ｍｏｍ　ｆｏｒｇｏｔ　ｈｅｒ　ｗａｌｌｅｔ　ａｎｄ ｗｅｎｔ　ｂａｃｋ　ｈｏｍｅ　ｆｏｒ　ｉｔ．

Ｗｈａｔ　ａ　ｃｌｕｔｚ．

Ｉ’ｍ　ｎｏｔ　ｒｅａｌｌｙ　ｏｎｅ　ｔｏ ｔａｌｋ，　ｔｈｏｕｇｈ．

[SAYURI:] My mother forgot her wallet, so she rushed back home to get it.

She’s such a ditz.

Not that I have any room to talk.

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>TALK again

お母さん遅いな……。

Ｍｙ　ｍｏｍ’ｓ　ｓｏ　ｌａｔｅ．．．

[SAYURI:] She’s late...

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>MEMORY > Weird Voice

[both Memories have the same titles and descriptions as her Thoughts back in the PC Room]

聞いた声 Ｖｏｉｃｅ　Ｉ　Ｈｅａｒｄ Voice I Heard

通り魔事件を思い出した際に、 浮かび上がってきた映像。

Ｔｈｅ　ｉｍａｇｅ　ｔｈａｔ ｃｏｍｅｓ　ｕｐ　ｅｖｅｒｙ ｔｉｍｅ　ｔｈｅ　ｐｈａｎｔｏｍ ｋｉｌｌｅｒ　ｅｖｅｎｔｓ　ａｒｅ ｒｅｍｅｍｂｅｒｅｄ．

The image that comes up every time she remembers the slasher incident.

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フードの男

声がおかしかった

ノドがつぶれている

笑い声の中に混じってる

ネットカフェの喧騒

そこに奴はいた

奴は確かにそこに居た

Ｈｏｏｄｅｄ　ｍａｎ

Ｓｔｒａｎｇｅ　ｖｏｉｃｅ

Ｄａｍａｇｅｄ　ｔｈｒｏａｔ

Ｍｉｘｅｄ　ｗｉｔｈ　ｔｈｅ　ｌａｕｇｈｓ

Ｎｅｔ－Ｃａｆｅ　ｃｌａｍｏｒ

Ｈｅ　ｗａｓ　ｔｈｅｒｅ

Ｈｅ　ｗａｓ　ｓｕｒｅｌｙ　ｔｈｅｒｅ

[retranslation not needed]

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夢を待つ者 Ｗａｉｔｉｎｇ　ｏｎ　Ｄｒｅａｍｓ Waiting on a Dream

安らぎと喜びに満ちた思念。 現実を忘れるほど 牧野サユリは心を 奪われている。

Ａ　Ｓｈｉｎｅｎ　ｏｆ ｐｅａｃｅ　ａｎｄ　ｊｏｙ． Ｅｎｏｕｇｈ　ｔｏ　ｍａｋｅ Ｓａｙｕｒｉ　Ｍａｋｉｎｏ ｆｏｒｇｅｔ　ｒｅａｌｉｔｙ．

A Thought full of serenity and happiness. It captures Makino Sayuri’s heart enough to make her forget reality.

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私は夢を待つ

羽虫となって飛ぶ夢

ポプラの綿毛が舞う地

美しく穏やかな世界

すべてがいやされる

あの声が聞きたい

Ｉ　ｈａｖｅ　ａ　ｄｒｅａｍ

Ｄｒｅａｍ　ａｂｏｕｔ　ａ　ｂｕｇ

Ｌａｎｄ　ｏｆ　Ｐｏｐｌａｒ　Ｈａｉｒ

Ｂｅａｕｔｉｆｕｌ，　ｃａｌｍ　ｗｏｒｌｄ

Ｈａｔｅ　ｅｖｅｒｙｔｈｉｎｇ

Ｗａｎｎａ’　ｈｅａｒ　ｔｈａｔ　ｖｏｉｃｅ

I’m waiting for that dream

The dream where I soar as a flying insect

A land of floating poplar fluff

A beautiful, calm world

I hate everything

I want to hear that voice

[note: In this Thought, the order of phrases tells me that *Sayuri*, not the poplar fluff, is what turns into a flying insect in her dream.]

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帰っておいで

愛しい我が子よ

美しい故郷

光あふれる世界へ

Ｃｏｍｅ　ｈｏｍｅ

Ｍｙ　ｂｅｌｏｖｅｄ　ｃｈｉｌｄ

Ｂｅａｕｔｉｆｕｌ　ｈｏｍｅｌａｎｄ

Ｔｏ　ｔｈｅ　ｓｈｉｎｉｎｇ　ｗｏｒｌｄ

“Come home

“My beloved child”

My beautiful homeland

To a world full of light

===

もう、お母さん遅いな……

私、病院の中で待っていよっと。

それじゃまた。

Ｓｈｅ’ｓ　ｓｏ　ｌａｔｅ．．．

Ｉ’ｌｌ　ｇｏ　ｗａｉｔ　ｉｎｓｉｄｅ．

Ｓｅｅ　ｙｏｕ　ｌａｔｅｒ．

[SAYURI:] My mother’s late...

I’m going to go wait inside.

See you again.

[goneeeeeee-eeeeeeee]

Uh, Ceceria, what's your favourite colour!?

1/20

【Ｂｅｌｉｅｖｅ　ｍｅ　ｏｒ　ｎｏｔ，ｂｕｔ　ｉｔ＇ｓ　ｓｏｆｔ　ｐｉｎｋ，ｔｈｅ　ｓａｍｅ　ｓｈａｄｅ　ａｓ　ｍｙ　ｂｅｌｏｖｅｄ　Ａｄｉｓ＇ｓ　ｍａｇｉｃ．　Ｉ　ｐｒｅｆｅｒ　ｂｌａｃｋ　ｆｏｒ　ｍｙ　ｃｌｏｔｈｉｎｇ　ｈｏｗｅｖｅｒ，ａｓ　ｐｉｎｋ　ｗｏｕｌｄ　ｓｔａｎｄ　ｏｕｔ　ｉｎ　ｏｕｒ　ｕｎｉｖｅｒｓｅ．】

She replies,still cradling the anon from before,scratching under their chin.

[nirrycaliere-blog]

ＮＩＲＲＹ

Ｉ ＷＡＮＴ ＹＯＵ~ – ~ＤＥＡＲＬＹ ＢＥＬＯＶＥＤ

[wcstenra]

@childofmanynames​ | x. 

                         ( moments ago she had been chasing flitting BRUNETTE form of darling mina, ducking beneath evergreen arches. escaping the OPPRESSIVE heat of swirling, colorful ballroom heiress &. childhood companion discovered expansive hedge MAZE within host’s blooming summertime garden. despite bluish midnight hues darkening sky, DEBUTANTES wasted no time entering lush, blossoming labyrinth. it quickly became a chase, though it was considerably more DIFFICULT to follow her friend in stiff chiffon skirts. angel pauses, curls trailing over bared shoulders; MOONLIGHT casts shadows over delicate features, DIMPLED grin reaching sparkling emeralds. pace slows, no longer able to hear mina’s running gait - a few strides forward, stepping beneath LEAFY doorway. silence settles over TOWERING greenery. rustling of leaves, pounding HEARTBEAT, fast breath the only sounds, sudden PEACE relaxing tensed shoulder blades.  &. then there - there! - she hears movement up ahead! gathering petal-pink skirts in gentle grip, she resumes PURSUIT albeit at slower speed. rushing ahead, NYMPH is so distracted she nearly stumbles right into DASHING figure ... not mina, she soon realizes upon staggering backward. fingertips press to CORSETED bodice, gasp &. breathy laughter filling the air so sweetly. honeyed tones address him with blushing SHEEPISHNESS as lucy leans against leaf-laden wall. ) 

                         ‘ oh! i - my apologies! you startled me! ‘ 

[wcstenra]

@texcnslxng​​: “Why would I bother lying to you?” @ Lucy from Quincey on TexcnSlxng ❤️

labyrinth. | accepting

                         ( heiress sighs, biting full bottom lip &. turning back to large MIRROR. inquiry had been DIRECTED at her appearance - despite being clothed to usual PERFECTION, jewels draped over DELICATE limbs, recent bout of mysterious illness has made lucy PARANOID. are features too thin? is there still color in her cheeks? is she still beautiful? the LATTER is specific question angel had asked enthralled suitor, only an ABRIDGED question to mask the thousands of other worries associated with recent SYMPTOMS. query is ridiculous in itself - as if the DIAMOND of the season, proserpina in gossamer form could be anything less than alluringly, HYPNOTICALLY beautiful. )

                         ( long fingertips reach to PINCH cheeks, anxious for color to BLOSSOM across exquisite features … &. suddenly, as if realizing how FOOLISH she sounds, hot flush BURNS her cheeks upon turning to broad-shouldered companion. yes, how could she ever DOUBT him? of all the gentlemen who PINED for her attentions, quincey morris - endearing, handsome &. steadfast - had always been HONEST with her. he had come all the way from america, &. here she was PREOCCUPIED with appearances. chiffon skirts shift as she walks to him, reaching out to take his hands in her own. SHEEPISH smile brightens luminous features, emerald hues sparkling as girlish, BASHFUL giggle bubbles from flushed lips. )

                         ‘ i’m sorry - you’re right. here i am, anxious over nothing, when you’ve come all this way! i beg for your forgiveness, quincey - will a private stroll on the veranda make up for it? ‘