𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙯𝙚

i'm gonna archive my multi soon ( @celestialmenagerie, linked on my pinned), and give my ocs a more private blog. i just have a higher muse for calli in general, but i don't want to give up roleplaying my other ocs completely. it's also because i'd feel more comfortable in a smaller, more private space. i'd only give the url to friends, or other mutuals (that i've known for a bit) if asked. this blog will probably be fairly low activity, but i'll be over there more when my muse strikes for other ocs.

What were you doing… what were you thinking, there all alone?

I didn't want to appear superficial. It's a bit childish not to have bad memories, isn't it?

I don't know why I remember it like that.

I think memories were already beautiful but we only realize it after because we weren't paying attention.

Do you know that what you said struck me?

Even if it doesn't seem like it, that's very romantic.

Do you know what I like about you?

I don't have good memories because… nothing good enough has ever happened to me. So, let's make some.

Let's end it here, before the poetry becomes mush.

Over time, everything becomes "whatever". This way everything will remain a marvel.

The first time you told me, it was a single flower. The rest of the bouquet has grown over time.

It always starts like that, right?

It was in the past when you said it. The present doesn't exist.

The present doesn't exist, it's an illusion.

Doesn't this place remind you of anything?

We can also go dancing tonight, if we hurry!

Now you use your imagination.

Why do you always have to be an asshole?

This nostalgia thing… I never got it.

Will you tell me or not?

In fact, you know what? I admire you.

Anyway it's beautiful, I like it.

You mean… to live here, you and I?

One time you came up with something, and I got a kiss.

How many things have we experienced this kind of love before?

We're not even a thousand years old. It would take another lifetime to remember it all.

Maybe soon we won't die anymore, and we'll have plenty of time to remember.

Things are less beautiful because we worry that they will end.

Does it feel strange to be in this house?

It's stupid. I don't even want to tell you.

For me, it was one of our best memories.

Never mind, it's not serious, it happens.

So Bogart and Bergman stay together?

Do you think that in a Hollywood movie, she would leave with another man?

You're too romantic. You're becoming me.

Listen, in your opinion, is ours becoming a beautiful friendship too?

In a way… it's beautiful, particularly in love, it's normal for other things to take over.

It's normal for things to change, which is a beautiful thing, that it change.

I'll light the fireplace, we can eat.

Stay, there's this good smell of death that you like so much.

I can't, with [him/her/them]. I must always be cheerful. It's different with you.

Who knows what effect it has on someone to see oneself again.

You see? It just seems like everything can actually be bad.

I didn't imagine you writing poetry.

What was I doing to you?

How do you not like it anymore? We always have.

It's not sad, it's romantic. Maybe we can change the game.

Because the past is the past, right?

Let's talk a little then? About us?

Do you see how things are going?

It's not our fault. It started ending when it began.

Are you happy with me?

I was getting miserable, and so this morning I came looking for you..

You are… the least miserable thing I remember.

I have a poem of yours somewhere.

I was looking for… a little bit of poetry.

It was a different time, it was a… a good time.

Do you want to tell me the story?

In the beginning it was all a marvel, I didn't think I could live such a thing.

Call [him/her/them]. Maybe bring some flowers.

What are you thinking about? What's on your mind?

I'm thinking about how much fun I've been having since I've been with you.

You don't have to tell yourself that everything was perfect.

Something is already beautiful while it happens.

Hey. I love you.

You used to say I was deep.

What do we do with this nice rest of Sunday?

I like this a lot, it's what I use.

I wasn't expecting to see you here.

Come on, make the effort.

It's also a little thanks to you. I learned a few things.

To be well, to not have to look back, to not pretend too much.

If you hadn't called me, I wouldn't have…ever thought to invite you.

Listen, tell me what day it is, be there, okay?

It's Valentine's, please.

Maybe it won't be years again before we see each other.

Isn't it a bit early for the fireworks?

Surely…you could have chosen another place?

Are you at least a little happy?

When we no longer died, would you always be happy?

I realized that we're in the future now, and…well, it had to arrive now.

alright y’all. i’m gonna lay down the law for a second here

to put it lightly, january was a rough month for me. i’ve been through a lot of physical and mental/emotional stress, and it has made me realize a few things.

@celestialmenagerie , @multidimensionmuses , @theprefectshrimpy , @ramshackle-prefect-official + anyone else who wants to join (preferably also in ramshackle)

divider by @strangergraphics

Underneath the moonlight of Night Raven skies, a man stood in the shadows, observing the run-down manor before him: Ramshackle. It could never hold a candle to the mansions and castles he has beheld, but for his stay, he figured it was good enough. Far more appetising than the other dorms he'd been introduced to.

She sighed quietly as she rubbed her eyes, trying to get herself to wake up more; to hold a proper conversation.

“Mm…sorry, I’m a lil drowsy,” she said, “Uhh…what’s your name?”

She opened her eyes again, and looked at the man head on.

"Kieran Fallon," he answered, his grin widening in an attempt to seem 'friendly'. It wasn't working for him in the slightest, although that was of no surprise. He was... unnerving.

She goes and sits down on one of the couches, and props her feet up on the coffee table. She yawns before crossing her arms behind her head. She’s tired — but not tired enough to not maintain some polite conversation with this newcomer, Kieran.

“Soooo…how’d you get here? You get hit by some funky carriage, too? Wake up in a coffin?” she asks, “It’s been a wild day for me, I’ll tell ya that.”

Calypso cracks one eye open and regards him.

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆   𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞  𝐨𝐟  𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send  ‘reverse’ for the sender and  receiver to  swap.  adjust wording as needed!

[  fever  ]  sender  presses  the  back  of  their  hand  to  receiver’s  forehead,  brows  knitting  with  quiet  concern

[  medicine  ]  sender  sets  alarms  on  their  phone  just  to  make  sure  receiver  doesn’t  miss  a  dose

[  blanket  ]  sender  layers  blankets  over  receiver,  adjusting  them  until  they’re  just  right

[  soup  ]  sender  blows  gently  on  a  spoonful  of  soup  before  offering  it  to  receiver

[  water  ]  sender  holds  the  glass  steady,  murmuring  encouragement  until  receiver  takes  a  sip

[  hair  brush  ]  sender  carefully  brushes  receiver’s  hair  back,  slow  and  soothing

[  ice  pack  ]  sender  wraps  an  ice  pack  in  a  towel  and  presses  it  gently  where  it  hurts

[  temperature  ]  sender  wakes  up  in  the  middle  of  the  night  just  to  check  if  receiver’s  still  warm

[  pill  ]  sender  places  medicine  in  receiver’s  palm  and  waits  until  they  swallow  it

[  quiet  room  ]  sender  dims  the  lights  and  turns  everything  down  low  so  receiver  can  rest

[  slow  ]  sender  stays  at  receiver’s  pace,  arm  ready  in  case  they  stumble

[  bandage  ]  sender  changes  the  bandages  carefully,  apologizing  even  when  it  doesn’t  hurt

[  lap  ]  sender  lets  receiver  rest  their  head  in  their  lap  while  they  stroke  their  hair

[  night  watch  ]  sender  refuses  to  sleep  deeply,  listening  for  every  shift  or  breath

[  warm  cloth  ]  sender  presses  a  cool  cloth  to  receiver’s  neck  or  wrist

[  cough  ]  sender  rubs  slow  circles  between  receiver’s  shoulders  through  every  coughing  fit

[  carried  ]  sender  helps  receiver  move,  taking  more  weight  than  they  should  without  complaint

[  pain  ]  sender  distracts  receiver  with  quiet  stories  or  memories  until  the  pain  dulls

[  soft  voice  ]  sender  speaks  more  gently  than  usual,  like  anything  louder  might  hurt

[  held  ]  sender  sits  behind  receiver,  arms  around  them  so  they  don’t  have  to  hold  themselves  up

[  protective  ]  sender  stays  curled  close  even  after  receiver  falls  asleep

[  food   ]  sender  convinces  receiver  to  eat  “just  a  little  more”  with  a  smile

[  stay  still  ]  sender  gently  stops  receiver  from  pushing  themselves  too  hard

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝  hey.  i’ve  got  you.  ❞

❝  don’t  rush.  we’re  not  going  anywhere.  ❞

❝  let  me  do  it  for  you,  okay?  ❞

❝  i  know  it  hurts.  i’m  right  here.  ❞

❝  you’re  allowed  to  rest.  i  promise.  ❞

❝  just  focus  on  breathing.  i’ll  handle  the  rest.  ❞

❝  you  don’t  have  to  be  strong  right  now.  ❞

❝  tell  me  where  it  hurts.  i’ll  be  careful.  ❞

❝  i’m  not  leaving  until  you  feel  better.  ❞

❝  i’ll  stay  up  with  you  if  i  need  to.  ❞

❝  it’s  okay  to  lean  on  me.  ❞

❝  shh…  you’re  safe.  ❞

❝  i’ve  got  time.  all  of  it’s  yours.  ❞

❝  you  don’t  have  to  say  thank  you.  ❞

❝  let  me  take  care  of  you.  ❞ 

❝  you’re  doing  really  well.  ❞

❝  i’m  right  here.  breathe  with  me.  ❞

❝  don’t  apologize.  this  is  what  i’m  here  for.  ❞

❝  rest.  i’ll  wake  you  if  you  need  anything.  ❞

@celestialmenagerie , @multidimensionmuses , @theprefectshrimpy , @ramshackle-prefect-official + anyone else who wants to join (preferably also in ramshackle)

divider by @strangergraphics

Underneath the moonlight of Night Raven skies, a man stood in the shadows, observing the run-down manor before him: Ramshackle. It could never hold a candle to the mansions and castles he has beheld, but for his stay, he figured it was good enough. Far more appetising than the other dorms he'd been introduced to.

She sighed quietly as she rubbed her eyes, trying to get herself to wake up more; to hold a proper conversation.

“Mm…sorry, I’m a lil drowsy,” she said, “Uhh…what’s your name?”

She opened her eyes again, and looked at the man head on.

After a chaotic and frankly hectic entrance ceremony, Rose trudges her way to the dilapidated dorm she'll now be calling home, much to her dismay. She feels homesick already, missing her beloved father dearly.

Outside, she looks the building up and down, grimacing at the state of the outside alone. She can't imagine how terrible the inside is, if the outside looks so.. well.. Ramshackle. A fitting name for the dorm itself, she supposes.

Sighing, Rose enters the building, coughing slightly from the sheer amount of dust inside. She walks around for a while, encountering Grim and the ghosts, before deciding this was a tad too much for her to handle at the moment, stepping outside once again. She stands in front of the fence gate of the dorm, her arms crossed.

Without realising it, she'd begun to cry a tad. Not much, but enough that her face feels wet. Will she ever find a way home..? God, she truly does hope so. But to know her dearest homeland of Germany doesnt exist in this unfamiliar new world makes her uneasy.

"What am I going to do..?"

She murmurs, her emotions overwhelming her. Everything is hitting her hard; all at once. She may never be able to see her father or go home ever again.. And being magicless, what if she gets hurt in this strange new world? She's capable of fighting, sure, but not with magic..!

She quickly made her way out of her room and down the stairs, before exiting the dorm. Her feet crunched on the gravel as she made her way towards the new student. She cleared her throat as she opened the gate with a creak, hoping she wouldn’t startle her.

“Are you new here?”

She asked, walking towards her. Poor girl looked scared. She looked like she’d been crying too, but she didn’t mention that.