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[decoresca-archived]

-ˏˋ ♕ @grownpale ╱ ♡

❛ Well... ❜ Peach began thoughtfully, tilting back her head to address him with a brilliant smile. ❛ Anything you'd like ! It's a calendula so it's edible, you can cook with it. You can put it in tea to help with a sore throat. It's also useful topically for cuts and wounds. ❜

❛ Or it's just pretty. ❜

[seeasunset]

Transmission received from: @grownpale

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👑 (from college!Rust 👀)

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❝Woah, woah, what are you thinking!?❞

One minute Vasco been minding his own business, walking down the stone-pathway built by some students from long ago. A fun little project to add to the beauty of the small garden cutting across the campus. His face buried in papers, trying to study. The next thing he knew, he's being lifted upwards into someone's arms. In a princess style way.

His mouth ready to say something out of annoyance, but quickly shut it down when he realized who has been behind the action. Even then, a frown appearing on his lips.

❝Can you put me down? Please?❞ Cheeks heated up in a bright red.

[therelentless]

"Whoa! You're Nandor the Relentless! I can't believe it! I'm a massive fan, mate—Absolutely love your show!"

{ @grownpale ;;

"Wait? you do? the documentary television show? you watch it?... Wow" This was the first time someone came up to him and shared with this him, and honestly? it was something that he could get used to it rather quickly. "I am! that's me. I am Nandor the Relentless." He pointed at himself with a certain excitement. Oh, he was going to be bragging about this for the next few weeks and no one was going to shut him up about it. "The tall and handsome one."

[akuzeisms]

  CONTINUED     ⤷ @grownpale

At this point, she was surprised he’d joined her. Pleasantly so, but she was. Their reunion was more than awkward, but he was one of the last people she expected to agree to what was… well, effectively about to be a suicide mission. And that was assuming they even found what they needed to about the Collectors; they were still working on that part. Right now, she needed people—people that she could trust.

“Uh… Kat’s—fine.” Rubbing her neck awkwardly, she smoothed her hair down over her shoulder, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “I mean, technically I’m not Commander any more, since I’m not active duty. Not with the Alliance, anyway.” Sure, she was in charge of the ship—its commander, in a sense—but she felt odd having him call her that. It felt too formal, too unfamiliar, even if she’d earned that level of respect.

Nevertheless, if he wanted to call her that, she wouldn’t fight it. “Uh… anyway, the airlock here leads to deck two, so we’ll start… here, I guess. To the left here is the bridge—not cockpit, though if you call it that, Joker will probably giggle like a little schoolgirl about it for a week,” she muttered, rolling her eyes. Peering around the corner, she could see their pilot’s chair was empty; now that she thought about it, Joker had mentioned something about eating a real meal on the Citadel. “Joker’s our pilot. Well—Joker’s his nickname. Flight Lieutenant Jeff Moreau.” Leading him down the long path away from the bridge, she stopped in front of the large room before them.

“And this is… well, where all of the action happens, mostly: The CIC. Galaxy map keyed to biometric data, so only I have access to it unless access is needed by someone else for whatever reason. Oh, I should also mention that, uh… the ship itself is equipped with an AI. Shackled, but… yeah.” Even still, she was wary about EDI, even if the AI had proven useful. “So if there’s any questions you have and I’m not around, EDI probably has the answer.” She led him around the CIC, pointing first to one side. “Armory’s over there. I’ll let you look around there later; Williams offered to get you set up with some gear. She’s… a bit of a firearms enthusiast, so if there’s something in particular you want, she’ll find a way to get it. Other side is the tech lab, and Mordin said he’s working on something, so we’ll visit that… later, probably.” Better to leave the overly chatty salarian to his own devices, after all.

[freak1ish]

ʘ‿ʘ (he won't say it tho.... )

SEND ʘ‿ʘ IF YOUR MUSE FINDS MINE ATTRACTIVE / @grownpale /

A CUP OF COFFEE RESTS IN THE SECURE GRIP OF A STEADY HAND WHILE THE OTHER thumbs through a newspaper splayed across the table. He is barely paying any attention to the text, mostly because he knows he wouldn't be able to read it even if he did due to his dyslexia, and he carries on studying the picture of what he assumes to be a crime scene, likely homicide, if the yellow tape and blood stains on the ground were anything to go by. They wouldn't cordon off the area if it wasn't anything serious, and he is about to pull out his phone from the confines of his pocket just to take a couple of photos of the suspicious markings he had spotted in the far corner of the picture when he senses a familiar presence standing behind him. His eyebrows shoot up in a quizzical manner after he spins around on his chair and sees Rust staring at him in a flirtatious manner, yet he refuses to say anything, which only ends up baffling him further.

 ❛You know for a MINUTE there I could have sworn you were checking me out, detective. ❜His lips start to quirk upwards into what should have been a Cheshire-cat inspired grin, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes and he blames it entirely on exhaustion. ❛Can I get you a coffee. I sure could use another cup or three. It's been a long mornin' ❜

@grownpale

[temeryte]

#GROWNPALE — a multimuse independent roleplay blog currently featuring canon characters from television & theatre, orchestrated by Hart (she/her). Mid to low activity, mature (18+) content present.

[vullcanica]

WHAT SHAPE DOES YOUR PAIN TAKE?

a picture

A picture. A single image reminding you of someone or something you've lost, something you don't want to live without. You can't seem to move on, to accept life has changed, to live again. You're trapped in the picture, in the past.  Maybe this was a lost family member or friend, maybe this was a sickness that isn't going away, maybe this was sinking into depression. But you can't help but remember how life was before, how life after will never be the same, and can't help but feel that nothing in the future will be able to fill the hole the past left.  Nothing lasts forever... Right?

Tagged by: @freak1ish ty!

Tagging: @grownpale @vilestblood @inabsentiia @vhgr (please, for ali !!) @maramcna (give me the sad old man :/) @princguard @kurjaks @viciousgold and you !

[arkhampsych]

𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝟏𝟎 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑.

Color. orange. Song Stuck In Your Head. minetta creek, blood orange. Last Song You Listened To. radio, freak slug. Dream Trip. camping in kamikochi or anywhere in the hida mountain range. 3 Favorite Foods. yellowtail. cold soba. roasted mushrooms. Anything You Want Right Now. october. halloween. cooler temperatures. flared jeans. a penis. a bomb pop. I would like my bathroom door back. I would also like to go to kenya. lately I’ve been ogling those dark green pumpkins, I think they look nice and I would like one. more bowie & t.rex vinyls. you can never have enough. someone needs to give iggy pop a shirt. I’m not being passive aggressive, I just don’t think he has one.

Tagged By. @jokethur thank you ! Tagging. @spirit-x-ing, @goregrin, @elisethetraveller, @babydxhl, @batfall, @grownpale, @batinstincts, @librarywent, @pains-illusions, @arksylum,

[dutyworn]

WHERE SHOULD YOU BE KISSED ?

knuckles.    it feels as though you have fought every day of your life. sometimes, you cannot even tell how much of the blood on your hands is your own... and how much comes from those who've tried to hurt those you defend. you deserve the gentleness of a kiss to your bruised knuckles and broken skin, a reminder that you are not only made of violence.

tagged by: @hegrowth, thanks! tagging: @lovepurposed (marin), @anderwhohn (izzy & nihlus), @grownpale (rust?), also steal it and tag me so i can see!

[seeasunset]

{Continuing from (x) for: @grownpale}

❖

With an agreement from Rust, a smile tugged at the corners of Vasco's lips. He never got to ask such things with anybody. Either it never crossed his mind or if it did, he didn't want to trouble anyone. Let alone have them find out he enjoyed treasure hunting. A secret he didn't want just anyone to know.

❝Great! I already have the map.❞ Excitement is seen within Vasco's eyes. His hands moving to grab a yellowish map out of his pocket, unfolding it to reveal a map. Typical pirate map to lead to a treasure. ❝I've already figured it out how we can get there. Just the exact location.❞

[stupiidgood]

MUSES FAVORITES/PREFERENCES

Favorite fruit: Pineapple

Favorite activity: Spending time with friends

Favorite flowers: Whatever's pretty. If she actually thought about it? Marigold

Favorite season: Summer

Favorite insects: Butterflies

Favorite animals: Bunnies

Favorite gem: Aquamarine

Favorite time of day: Noon

tagged by: @grownpale

tagging: @unbearablyindifferent @pantslessoptimism @hangtenn and the rest of yall

[akuzeisms]

  CONTINUED     ⤷ @grownpale

She’d been so deep in her own head about their mission that she hadn’t heard him come through the door. She’d made it clear he was more than welcome to spend time up in her cabin; he was one of the few people she’d freely allow in the space without much fuss. He’d nearly startled her standing behind her, though as usual she didn’t so much as flinch… at least, not until she realized what was exposed as she stood there.

Her… “new” skin. Her unmarred, untouched skin—which she’d been doing her damnedest to keep covered and hidden for her own comfort. There were a lot of new scars. Well… new, in a strange sense, more like. Scars that weren’t going away, that were more like open wounds with the faintest glow underneath them. Like the ones on her face, there were scars on her body, albeit small ones… and no matter what happened, they refused to heal, refused to diminish in nature, like they were taunting her. Reminding her of the other scars she’d lost; of the scars that used to define her.

“…yeah,” she replied softly, debating his words. Maybe now was the time to talk about them. He’d seen her old scars; he’d seen how they marred her body, covering a significant portion of them like a canvas painted with her suffering. Those scars were gone; there was no bringing them back, not with how her body was now. But maybe… maybe he’d understand. Maybe he’d see what was going on in her head, see how much she felt like a stranger in her own mind.

With one deep breath, she spoke quietly. “When I… died, it uh… I don’t—really know the details, exactly, Miranda’s probably better to ask there, but uh… Those are—cybernetic scars. They’re scars leftover from when Cerberus—under Miranda’s directive—well… rebuilt me. They’re the same as the ones on my face; it’s from the… ah, what did Chakwas call it… synthetic proteins—what my skin is now made of, I guess—not properly healing. When I get… upset, they sort of… burn, and itch, underneath the skin. They’ve been like that since I’ve woken up, and they just… refuse to heal.” Some small part of her knew exactly why that was: Chakwas had said it was directly tied to her psychological state.

[freak1ish]

@grownpale continued from here.

 HE STAYS WHERE HE IS FOR A LONG MOMENT IN THE HOPE HE COULD SLIP BACK out of the room with the detective being none the wiser to his presence ;sadly, it seems he has been spotted, and his shoulders slump in defeat. Has he really become so bad at sneaking? He blames it on his walking stick thumping against the tiled floor that he carried around with him at all times in case his bad leg buckles underneath him, and he sweeps his fingers through his mass of curly, dark brown hair just to make himself look more presentable before he pulls out a chair and sits down wearily at the table.   He didn't have the energy to maintain his false image today and was forced to greet him with his real appearance despite it going against every one of his better instincts. He wishes he could have warned him first because there was a high chance he was going to freak out if he hadn't figured out that the stranger making himself at home in his kitchen was none other than Lupin Delmont.

 ❛ No, I couldn’t; I’m actually like a moth drawn to a flame when it comes to the scent of delicious food, and yours smells phenomenal, but does that mean you know who I am? I’ll give you a clue if you want, which is that the first initial of my name starts with a L. ❜ He says softly, humor running through his tone as he props his walking stick against the leg of the table.  ❛What are you cooking, anyway? Is it some kind of savory tart?❜

@grownpale

[kiissme]

🎉

          The countdown was heard throughout the dorm room, eyeing David perched on the foot of her bed, the party she and her roommate had organized was well forgotten by the redhead and instead, all attention was to the boy she wanted to kiss. “Ten... Nine... Eight...” she let out as she took a step from the door  ━ to which she locked for good measure. A smile on her lips as she drew closer, “Seven... Six... Five...” The liquor in her system made her smile all too easily  ━ or maybe it was because of David, the hell if she knew for sure. Either way, she found herself straddling him on his lap, bringing her body close to him with arms wrapped his neck. “Four... Three...” Her lips inching toward his, hovering near and yet not quite meeting. Not yet. “Two... One...” And then they did, pressed against his lips in a kiss full of meaning and promise. She could hear the screams from the other room, the sounds of celebration, but all she cared about was the feel of David’s lips and taste of his tongue as their kiss carried on into the new year. It wasn’t until the tell tale sign of lungs burning with the need of more air their kiss was willing to give that her lips separated from his, though even as she panted for breath, she couldn’t help but give a small, lingering peck against his lips. A satisfied hum sounded from her, and she looked at him with a wide smile. “Happy New Year. Dunno ‘bout you, but I’m actually lookin’ forward to it.”

let faye kiss you into the new year, @grownpale

[temeryte]

#TEMERYTE — a multimuse independent roleplay blog currently featuring original and canon characters from television, movies & theatre, orchestrated by Hart (she/her, 27). Mid to low activity, mature (18+) content present.

Muse count: 7

Primary muses: Rust Cohle (True Detective); Pallis (Razia's Shadow); Han Seoul-Oh (Fast & Furious); Benjamin D'Amico (OC)

old url: grownpale

[vullcanica]

WHAT IS PECULIAR ABOUT YOUR SOUL?

Your soul is... Volatile

There is a deep, painful energy harbored within this soul... At its very core festers malice, and a deeply rooted pain that craves nothing more but to inflict itself onto everything around it. Special care has been given to it- to stop examiners from coming into any harm should they draw too near to it. You coil like a serpent, awaiting a moment to strike. To claim your revenge. It never comes.

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Tagging: @vhgr (any) @chateautangerine @monstriiss @princguard @freak1ish @grownpale (any) @kurjaks @maramcna and you! 🫵