#Swamp Ophelia

[indigoyouths]

dead man’s hill by the indigo girls!!!!!!! one moment they’re like blue mats gym class and the next they’re like “I told you what I feel most, and you kept it like a ghost forever. don’t you write it down: remember this in your head. don’t take a picture, remember this in your heart. don’t leave a message, when everything comes apart, talk to me face to face, doOOOOn”tttt leaveeeee a messageeeee     w h e n   e v e r y t h i n g   c o m e s   a p a r t    ”

[indigo-girls-fan-talk]

#tbt to 1994 when the tour for Swamp Ophelia slayed us all

[unloneliest]

just remembered these from dipnetting 2015 it WAS gender. btw. both the being blood splattered and the being called a nice young man by another fisherman who helped us dock

[sorginak]

I would give you some violets, but they withered all when my father died. 

 A recreation of the death of Ophelia

[florallylly]

Real Lesbian music is indigo girls

[carnageacorn]

buying a record player was a really easy way to find out what my 5 favorite albums are, a list i could not possibly have compiled any other way.

bon iver bon iver

simon and garfunkel sound of silence

joni mitchell blue

mountain goats tallahassee (they didn't have tallahassee, in which case i would have bought all eternals deck, which they also didn't have, so i bought the life of the world to come)

leonard cohen you want it darker

[thatfandomslut]

Captain Princess Ophelia

Reneé Rapp x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Trigger Warnings: just a lot of fluff, Shrek, and a cute pregnancy announcement

Request:

basically some fluff where r and renee take care of r niece, like, domestic cute stuff

Reneé Rapp requests are open.

Other accounts: hoe4flo | ghostyanne

Discords: Mean Girls | Mean Girls RP (in need of people)

(S/n) - Sister's Name

When (S/n) dropped off Ophelia, the first thing (Y/n)’s six-year-old niece did was run to Reneé , wrapping her arms around her aunt as she clung on excitedly. It was the first time Ophelia had visited since (Y/n) and Reneé  moved into their own place now that they were married. “Are you sure you’re okay to watch her over night?” (S/n) inquired, chewing on her bottom lip as Ophelia flung her body from Reneé  to the toy chest in their living room, something put there due to them knowing she was coming. They were the types of aunts to absolutely spoil their niece, and that was evident by the toys overflowing in the toy box.

“Of course,” (Y/n) smiled, ruffling Ophelia’s curls gently. She was always down to watch the girl. Since they moved, they had been a bit busier and hadn’t been able to visit yet. This was the perfect excuse to spend time with their favorite tiny terror. “We are going to order pizza for dinner, watch Ophelia’s favorite movies, play with toys. You have absolutely nothing to worry about. You deserve this night out with your husband. So, go have fun. I’ll send you several pictures of all the fun we’re going to have tonight.”

(S/n) hugged (Y/n) and Reneé  gratefully as she made her way over to Ophelia. She crouched down before hugging her daughter, despite her being uninterested due to all the new toys. “Be good for your aunties,” she kissed her cheek gently before heading towards the door. “Bye, everyone, I love you all. If you need anything, do not be afraid to call.” (S/n) spoke before finally exiting. (Y/n) locked the door behind her, not because of (S/n), but because of safety. She looked over at Ophelia who was engrossed in the Superman action figure, who she paired up with a President Barbie from the Barbie movie.

“Ophie,” she called, sitting beside her niece. It took a moment before the girl looked over at (Y/n) with a big, curious grin that exposed her dimples. “Auntie Reneé  and I have a surprise for you. Do you remember that princess dress that you wanted? We got it for you in the guest room. Would you like to check it out, sweetheart?”

Ophelia nodded excitedly as she followed her aunts to the bedroom. Reneé  put Ophelia’s purple unicorn suitcase in the room before picking up the green, sparkling dress. “It’s so pretty! Like Fiona,” she absolutely loved Shrek after (Y/n) and Reneé  decided to make sure that she was cultured and understood what true cinema was. Ever since then, she has wanted a sparkling version of Princess Fiona’s dress and a pet donkey. Hence why she had a Donkey stuffed animal on the bed alongside the dress. “Don-kay!” she squealed excitedly, pulling the stuffed toy into her arms.

“We have another surprise for you,” Reneé  said as (Y/n) helped Ophelia into the dress. “We have made snacks from Shrek, and we are going to watch all the Shrek movies.” Ophelia wanted to watch all of the movies the last time they were together, but they didn’t have the time. This time, they were going to have a sleepover and they got various snacks, healthier than not as requested by (S/n), to keep her on theme.

Ophelia was ecstatic. For someone who could bounce off the walls, she was an amazing movie watcher. She loved sitting in between (Y/n) and Reneé  during all of the movies they watched together. (Y/n) ordered the pizza as Reneé  set out the snacks. There were green apples with ogre ears poked into them (thank you Etsy), gingerbread men talentedly put together by one of (Y/n)’s friends, pretzel sticks cleverly renamed Swamp Logs (thank you Pinterest), and water with green food coloring that they deemed to be swamp water. Ophelia was absolutely living the life.

As the three sat together, lounging on the couch, (Y/n) couldn’t help but look over to Reneé  with a smile. They had waited patiently for the movies to end to share the news with Ophelia. She would be the first in the family to know what they were going to tell Ophelia. She was going to help them tell everyone else. As Shrek the Third ended, (Y/n) knew it was finally time. She was a bit nervous to tell Ophelia, but she knew that this idea was amazing.

“Hey, Ophie,” (Y/n) got her nieces attention. (Y/n) took a moment to think about how she wanted to tell her, Reneé  putting a hand on her shoulder softly. “You know how in this movie, Shrek and Fiona were having babies?” She questioned softly, wanting to explain slowly since she knew this was a big announcement. Ophelia nodded with a grin. “Well, I am also going to have a baby.”

Ophelia processed this slowly, in her own time. After all, she was only six. “So, then I’ll be an aunt, too?” she asked, looking at Reneé  who was behind her. She wasn’t understanding completely, but that was perfectly fine. (Y/n) and Reneé  wanted to take the time to explain this to her. They knew she was probably going to have several questions.

Reneé  grinned a bit at the question, gently putting a hand on Ophelia’s shoulder. “Even better,” she smirked playfully, “You’re going to be a big cousin. Which means, when (Y/n) has her baby, you’re going to have another friend to play with dolls and action figures. You can even show them Shrek. But, first, we need to ask for your help. Only you can help us.” She explained to the curly haired girl.

As the two explained to Ophelia more about the baby and told her about the plan, they gave her a shirt. It said ‘World’s Best Big Cousin” in pink font. When (S/n) went to pick up Ophelia the next day, that was the shirt she would be wearing as she ran to her mom and dad and gave them a big hug. She was taking the idea of being a big cousin as seriously as a six-year-old could. She loved the idea of having a little cousin to play with, her own baby. Though, they did have to explain that her baby cousin would be at their house and not hers.

“Oh, you got her a new shirt,” (S/n) said before gasping loudly. She looked at her younger sister in shock before passing Ophelia to her husband carefully. She then threw her arms around (Y/n) and Reneé  happily. “I am so happy for you, too! Please let me be there when you tell Mom and Dad.”

(Y/n) hugged her sister back as she gave Ophelia two thumbs up. “Even better, we have Captain Princess Ophelia, her new big cousin title, to help us.” She told (S/n). They wanted to make sure Ophelia had a big role so that she knew her aunts still loved her. This was something that (S/n) noticed, appreciated, and loved as she held onto her sister.

“You two are going to be the best parents,” (S/n) expressed happily, wiping away the tears from her face then (Y/n)’s. “I can’t believe I didn’t even notice. We just went out the other night and you refused your favorite night drink: a margarita.” The group shared a laugh as they got to working on how they would tell (Y/n) and (S/n)’s parents.

[godofsmallthings]

okay sure i'll jump on the bandwagon

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

art history playlist moodboard – entering my bog body era

Ophelia – Victor Müller // The Cottage – Vincent van Gogh // Hazy Day on the Marshes, New Jersey – Martin Johnson Heade // Vanitas: Flowers and Tiny Creatures – Abraham Mignon // The Fairy that Disappeared – Theodor Kittelsen// Large Moorland Landscape – Eugen Jettel // The Great Swamp – Martin Johnson Heade // Ophelia – Thomas Francis Dicksee // Peat Bog at Jæren – Kitty Lange Kielland

[chrollc]

kobeni portrait inspired by Ophelia (1851) by John Everett Millais

all hysteric girls must enjoy swamp time.

[cheesewedge]

Faces in the Flames (18+)

Summary: On their way back to Clemens Point, Arthur and Maria encounter a gang they've never seen the likes of.

Word Count: 2,230

Tags: graphic descriptions of corpses, dialogue-heavy, violence, arthur x original female character

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Thick fog drowns the swamp in mist. Moonlight leaks through the tendrils of the weeping willows and brings forth skeletal shadows of the bald cypresses. All air is heavy with the stench of rotten eggs. Maria looks around. Dozens of eyes red and unholy poke up from the water. Mosquitoes keep time with the gnats and flies, the odd bullfrog, and she swats the air to keep them away from her face.

“Jesus, it’s creepy out here.”

“Yeah, I know. Don’t worry, we’re almost home.”

“Not really.”

“Y’ain’t gotta worry, I’ll keep you safe.”

“You always do. But that isn’t the point.”

“It ain’t?”

“No.”

“Okay, then what is it?”

“The point is I am this close to climbing in your saddle and staying there until we get home.”

Arthur laughs. “Well, you won’t get no complaints outta me.”

“Pff. Is that why you didn’t listen when I told you it was too late to travel?”

“Naw. I did it ‘cause I love hearin’ you chew my ear off.”

She raises her eyebrows and bends over her saddle horn in silent laughter, rising only to smack his arm. “I hate you.”

“Aw, ‘m only jokin’. But y’ain’t got nothin’ to worry about. ‘M always gonna keep y’ safe.”

“I know.” She reaches to place a hand on his thigh. She runs her thumb over him and smiles when he looks at her. 

“Can’t say it weren’t worth it for that trip.”

She pulls away. “That’s true. As awful as this is, I’d do it again to fuck you on silk sheets.”

“We can always turn around.”

“Yes, when I can walk again, we can turn around.”

He laughs. “‘M-‘m sorry. I weren’t too rough was I?”

“No rougher than I asked for.”

His eyes flick to hers. He smirks, but she reserves her smile for the road.

“Y’ know, there was a time when fellers had t’ pay for that kinda—”

Ophelia whinnies, stomping in place as if there’s a fire at her feet. Maria wraps the reins around one fist and grips her saddle horn with the other. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy. Take it easy. What’s wrong with you?” Through the shushes and pats to her neck Ophelia calms down just enough to avoid bucking Maria, but when nudged forward, she won’t move.

“Think I could tell y’.”

Maria turns to Arthur, his eyes fixed ahead of them. A man hangs bloated and still as stone from a cypress branch. His head droops toward his bound hands, waxen skin grey and cold as a winter sky. One of his shoes lies on the grass beneath him and the naked foot has long since rotted, consumed by fly eggs and a callous buzz of insects. 

“Jesus Christ.”

“Ain’t been here more than a couple days it looks like.”

“We should cut him down. See if he has any identification. He may have had a family.”

“Ain’t no business of ours. Poor bastard.”

“Arthur.”

Before he can protest she draws her pistol. A shot rings out as the body crumples down with an ugly thud. She dismounts. The man’s legs lie bent unnaturally beneath him. There’s a sweetness to the fetid odour of vomit and meat and the stink of shit clung to his trousers. Foam seeps from his nose and out past his protruded tongue. She buries her face in a handkerchief. 

“Come on, leave it. We gotta get outta here.”

She squats and tries his vest pockets. An opened bottle of gin and a few coins are left in one pocket before she searches the other and pulls out a folded piece of paper. 

if you find this i am dead

the Nite Folk haunted my dreams and now they haunt my waking hours too. I have tried to evade them but it is only a matter of time I feel before I am bested

the silence is overwhelming

pray for me

She doesn’t move.

“What is it?”

An arrow skims the bridge of her nose. She cries out, the burn immediate as another bolt pierces the air to take her hat with it and bring forth freakish hissing and a rush of bare feet from the trees, a trio of so-called men armed with machetes and clubs, their faces smeared in white paint and one’s naked torso slathered in blood with his bare teeth exposed as he hisses and chases after her.

Ophelia cries out and bolts to the other end of the road, Arthur’s mare just behind her after he dismounts and fires another round. One bullet punctures the stranger’s shoulder, another one his neck, but he raises the blade over his head and swings at Maria. She jerks away and lands on her rear, hands drowned to the wrist in mud as she kicks away. Blood, almost black in the moonlight, bubbles from his throat and spills down a rosary of human hair woven around his neck, tongue clicking in a manner only the others understand. She kicks. A bone snaps somewhere in the leg and he pauses, the whites of his eyes like distant moons when he swings the machete to catch the meat of her thigh. She lets out a pathetic sound, kicks again. He staggers to a knee without a sound and she fires her shotgun, closing her eyes against the splatter of teeth and blood. She fires again, though there’s nothing left to shoot at.

She holsters and claws at the mud to lift herself up. Both who went after Arthur lie dead in the road. She stumbles toward him with fire pulsing through her leg and hollers for Ophelia. 

“C-creepy bastards. Jesus, y’alright?”

“I’m fine. Let’s just get the fuck out of here.”

Ophelia trots down the path and rears when she steps over one of the men. Maria hobbles next to her and mounts with some difficulty, not daring to look at the thing by her feet as Arthur whistles for his mare. 

“Y’ sure you’re okay—?”

Maria whips her head to the trees. Torches bob not thirty feet behind them, another four, maybe five heads of caramelized rags amid hissing and clicking and the squelch of toes in mud. She watches them, her entire body tense in a war against itself to move, but all she can do is stare at the sickly parade of white faces seemingly born from the flames.

A gunshot. She looks at Arthur, unshaken with a snarl on his face before he fires again. An arrow lands in a tree trunk. 

“Let’s go.”

Another arrow whizzes by her head and she digs her heels in the stirrups, urging Ophelia toward Rhodes with Arthur right beside her. 

A defeated screech emerges from the fire and demands life of the swamp, Arthur and Maria’s vision clouded by the tattered apparitions of the Spanish moss, their faces assaulted by weeping willow limbs, everything like great beings from hell that scratch and snap at their heels until the swamp is so far behind them it’s like the remnants of a bad dream.

By the time they reach Clemens Point sweat leaks from their mares’ chests down their legs. Maria pats the side of Ophelia’s neck, whispers words of encouragement, but she tosses her head in the crownpiece until she’s hitched by the water trough. 

Maria stumbles off and inhales through her teeth when she lands on the grass. 

“Sweetheart, y’ okay?” 

She hobbles to her tent without an answer.

Arthur sighs and flicks his eyes to the shadow in his periphery. Kieran lugs a saddle toward Taima and hoists it on her back with a small grunt. 

“O’Driscoll.”

“Evenin’, mister.”

“Y’ mind givin’ our horses a look at? May o’ pushed ‘em a bit too hard comin’ back here.”

Kieran shuffles over with a look of concern that only worsens when he sees the mares. “Oh, Arthur. What’d ya do to ‘em?”

“I know, I know. Can y’ help?”

“I’ll do my best.”

“Thank y’.”

He makes his way to the firelight shadows that stretch behind the cinched maroon fabric of Maria’s tent, pitched just beside his. Arthur shakes off his jacket and drops it onto his clothing trunk. Peels off his overshirt. His pants and boots. He pinches the fabric of his union suit and tries to fan himself dry but eventually relents, tucking a clean one under his arm as he steps into the night.

The stench of blood chokes him on the way into Maria’s tent. Her clothing lies abandoned — the front of her pants, her shirt soaked crimson. She stands with one foot on an upturned bucket and runs a rag down her naked leg, her camisole and bloomers spread like dead birds at her feet. He watches her glide the rag to one of her breasts. 

“Hey.”

“What’re y’ doin’?”

“Bathing.”

“How many a’ those you gonna take? Y’ just had one ‘fore we left Saint Denis.”

“Yeah, well, that was before I was covered in shit.” She bends to wring out the cloth and clutches her thigh.

“Sweetheart, let me see.”

“I’ll be fine.”

He sighs. “Am I gonna have t’ tie y’ to the bed?”

She limps to her cot. “Wouldn’t be the first time,” she says as he kneels in front of her, lifting her calf with both hands to bring her foot atop his leg. The wound isn’t as deep as he feared. It stretches across the width of her thigh and smells faintly of whiskey, already disinfected. 

“Y’ should wrap it.”

She reaches into her nightstand and hands him a roll of gauze and a small pair of scissors for him to wrap strip after strip around her leg, tucking it in on itself. “Thank you…w-what?”

He frowns at another cut, deeper than the first and curled across the bridge of her nose. She touches it. “Oh. Yeah, I know. It should be okay. I cleaned it, so all we can do now is let it heal.” 

He doesn’t answer. 

She looks at him, and in the silence spots the exact moment his eyes glass over with blame. She grazes the scar on his nose with a small smile, her voice quiet. “Now we match.”

“I ain’t ever wanted y’ to match all my scars.”

“Oh, me neither,” she says, and it gets a laugh out of him.

She sighs. “Arthur, I’m sorry. I should have left him there. Those things were just waiting for us.”

“S’okay. We got outta there.”

“I almost got us killed.”

“They was probably gonna ambush us anyway. Folk like that are jus’ waitin’ for folk like you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He grins. “Kind folk. Yer an easy target.”

“You mean a sucker,” she says, and when he grins a little wider she laughs and smacks his arm. “Go to hell.”

“Ha. Well, I told y’ to leave him.”

“Yes, and for once, you were right.”

He scoffs but doesn’t say anything else, the two of them smiling through a quiet moment born and lost in the breeze. 

“Arthur?”

“Mm?”

“Arthur, will…will you stay with me tonight?”

“‘Course I will.”

Her eyes sink to the goosebumps on her thighs. “Thank you.” 

“Hey. Look at me. S’over now.”

“I know.”

“Then how come y’ look like y’ just seen a ghost?”

She scoffs. “Maybe we did.”

He gently brings her foot to the grass and puts his hands on his thighs, rising with a grunt. “Y’ been spendin’ too much time in them books o’ yours.” He walks to her clothing trunk and pulls out a clean nightgown. “What’s it called?”

She smiles and takes it. “Dracula. And he’s not a ghost, he’s a vampire.”

“S’all the same to me.”

“It is not the same. You can kill a vampire, Arthur.” She slips her arms through the lace sleeves. “You can’t kill what’s already dead.” 

He unbuttons his union suit. “Good thing they ain’t real then.”

“And how do you know what’s real?”

“I ain’t ever seen one. And you ain’t ever seen one neither.”

She opens her mouth to speak but blushes instead, the dampened legs of his union suit peeled down his calves and discarded next to her underthings. He unfurls his clean one and navy fabric tumbles to his feet, a smirk on his face when he quirks a brow over his shoulder.

“Whatchu lookin’ at?”

She rests her elbows on her knees, cradles her chin in her open palms. “The scariest thing I’ve seen all night.”

“Yeah, y’ should see me up close.”

“That was always my favourite view.”

“Guess you’ve officially lost yer mind then.”

“That I did,” she says, and they smile at each other.

It doesn’t take long to assemble a makeshift bed on the grass—a bear pelt, her pillows, a worn out blanket that lost its colour years ago. She sinks onto it first, patting the space beside her before he turns out the lantern.

He barely lifts the blanket over his frame before she curls next to him, an arm draped over his stomach so she can lay on his chest, and when he presses his stubbled chin to the crown of her head she knows he’s smiling.

“G’night, darlin’.”

She hums long and high, fingers working the button just below his navel. “You know I’m just gonna open these again, right?” 

He chuckles. “Y’re already takin’ too long.”

[outofthiisworld]

. ✦ ݁ ˖ @5mind sleepover at the swamp shithole !!!

[💜] “Weeeeell… maybe if we’re super duper nice, maybe they’ll share a slice of some spoOoOky pizza!” Ophelia giggled— she wasn’t taking any of this seriously, was she?

Actually, were either of these two taking this seriously? (maybe Terry, given the exorcist on speed-dial… then again… he did go cheap…)

Silence. No movement yet from the planchette. UNTIL!!! — … No, no, that was only a frog from the swamp just outside the abandoned shithole shack they were holed up in. The frog croaked.

Ophelia had a half a mind to make the planchette move herself for some good ol’ fashioned trickery, and she almost had— BUT THEN! IT BEGUN TO SLIDE, ALL ON ITS OWN!!!

“OH!” She tapped Terry’s shoulder in rapid fire. “It’s moving! And it isn’t me this time!!!”

The planchette spelt out: N. A. H.

“Heeey! Yes you are, liar!”

[florallylly]

robin buckley is a fan of the indigo girls

[practically-an-x-man]

Ok, Eclipse day is over, did your OCs see the eclipse, and how did they react if they did?

Thank you!

Rae: Cancelled all her foreign-languages classes so her students could enjoy the eclipse with her (she knows it's only a few minutes and they could have just stepped outside and then gone back in for class, but the kids could use a break anyway), and she and Warren go up to the roof to watch it themselves.

Robin: Missed it - didn't realize what day it fell on, and was in the middle of an opera rehearsal at the time

Madison: Hiked up to Lake Zenith with Alex and her sisters to see it. She saw an eclipse as a kid, her family traveled to see it, but it's still impressive this time around.

Ophelia: Tried to see it, but it was cloudy in NYC that day and she missed it.

Gia: Didn't plan on leaving the house, but Kate showed up with two sets of eclipse glasses and dragged her up to the roof of her building to watch it together (she protests at first but secretly loves it)

Jasper: Drove out with Kyle to the middle of the swamp somewhere so they could watch it in peace, managed to catch a partial eclipse but not total coverage.

Kestrel: Nope, was out on a mission for the Knights and was on a completely different continent at the time

Katherine: Went to go see it, drew it, took pictures, and showed those pictures to everyone at the museum. Ahk was briefly worried about Apophis eating the sun, and Larry had to explain the concept of an eclipse to him.

Quinn: Didn't really bother, doesn't really see the appeal. Kinda laughed at the other Ghosts all staring aimlessly at the sky, sweating their asses off, trying to get a glimpse of it. They're in the wrong part of the country anyway.

Eris: Rick wanted to see it, so they took a trip up to the path of totality, but Eris has seen dozens of eclipses in their life and just doesn't get particularly amazed by it anymore. They did snag a glimpse or two, sans-eclipse glasses, and temporarily blinded himself until his healing factor fixed his corneas.

Nikoletta: Had never seen an eclipse before, and neither had Abner, so they actually both get the eclipse glasses and watch it for as long as possible, and are both incredibly impressed.

Jimmy: Heard that Lars and Lucky were going to pop out around lunch to try and catch a glimpse and asked to join them. They also weren't in the path of maximum coverage, but Jimmy was awed at even the little sliver they got (he'd never seen an eclipse before either). Lars insisted that he borrow his eclipse glasses, even though he's a ghost and probably wouldn't suffer any ill effects.

[leviiackrman]

MINEYO GINNIVAN; pissed that her cliff diving fun was interrupted by some humans || KAIDA ISHIMOTO; enjoying having legs while getting anxious that she might get caught

RIN KYUTOKU; revelling in the spoils of the last victim in her cave || MARGOT DURAND; swamp thing will do what swamp thing will do

ASAMI ENATSU; thinking about the barbarian boy she saved from drowning… || OPHELIA DANDYTHORN; doing what all captains should on a late night sailing

I was tagged by the glorious @river-ward @marivenah + @corvosattano to use this INSANELY fun meiker for my bbies! Thank you sm my beloveds!

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