desirée maguire

she approaches the table slowly, a jar in each hand with her to-go box of pie tucked carefully into her bag. ❛❛ actually, i'm not here for the socket. i'm not staying. i, uh. i wanted to thank you for the other day, with diana. it means a lot to me that you kept her safe until i got there. so. ❜❜ she pauses. ❛❛ this is for you. ❜❜ she thrusts one of the jars out awkwardly towards the other girl, mentally praying she hasn't made some sort of mistake in her offering. ❛❛ if you don't want it, i can get you something else, but i'd also rather the earth swallow me whole than go back up to the counter right now and tell them that i made the wrong choice so please like it. ❜❜

"You didn't have to thank me—" Desirée started. She may not know the other woman well, but keeping a fleet-footed cat occupied was no imposition. Besides, losing a pet sucks. Still, her hands reached out automatically to catch the jar being thrust in her direction, and a quick glance told her that it was the fresh marmalade they sold here. "Thank you, though. You don't need to get me anything else; a jar of Marjorie's marmalade is a great gift, even though it really wasn't necessary." She set it down beside her laptop before gesturing to the space in front of her. "Have a seat, if you'd like?" She quickly gathered some of her stray papers and reorganized them to make room for Aurora if she decided to take her up on the offer. "Has Diana slipped away from you since? She seems quite crafty."

status: closed thread for @folkloved

there is no doubt for anyone who's ever met the now writer that marjories and the lakes have become one of alexander's favorite part of his week. they say kindred spirits are bound to find eachother and he truly believes that is exactly what the lakes has provided him with, including the very owner of the café who has now become an honorary member of the society. he is thankful for each and every owner and everything they have teach him since the day he joined the lakes. desirée happens to be one of the people he is the most thankful for. in the short amount of time of them knowing eachother, the young woman has not only made a place in his heart to call hers but has also allowed him to be himself, unapologetically and has granted him a level of trust he has only experience fewer times before in his lifetime.

knowing julian probably needed some time off from their antics and knowing the rest of the group were busy, alexander decides to take his friend someplace else; not quite the same as their usual hanging spot yet a different scenery enough to be considered a talking point next time anyone questions them for only gathering at marjories. he grins when they arrive at the bar, holding the door open for the other. " it just sounds— iffy, it's all i'm saying. i feel sorry for the author. five years they were dragging her along probably telling her the adaptation was going to happen sooner or later and then they back out. it just sucks " he shrugs as they enter, talking about the latest gossip running through the grapevines of the literary world. alexander gestures around, asking her with only his hands to pick a table for them. " but anyways, other than terrorizing julian in your free time " he smirks at the implication " what have you been up to? got anything new? " either he is talking about her writing or news about her life he leaves up to interpretation.

Still, that did not mean that there was no strife. She hummed as she listened to Alexander's story, deftly moving out of the way of the crowd as she kept pace with him. The literary industry was no different to any other, and there was always plenty of gossip and scandal to go around— and always so many stories of authors losing the movie rights to their books to media giants who didn't really care to adapt the novel properly. Desirée grimaced in commiseration as she led Alexander to a table off to the side, close to all the festivities but also out of the way enough that they would have their privacy. "Little ole me? Terrorizing Julian? Never!" The mock affront on her face quickly gave way to laughter. "I make up for it plenty by helping him out whenever I can. But other than that, I've been writing more— I think I've sped past a bump on the road and now my mind's put the pedal to the metal." There was no better feeling than having words flow like a river's current downstream. It was always cathartic to finally be able to rid your body of the words that had spent so long bumping around in her mind. "I'd spent so long worrying about the minutiae that I had to remind myself that editing exists to fix those details. Fussing means nothing if I don't tell a damn story."

taylor swift // midnights rp meme. 

edit/alter/change pronouns etc as you see fit!  

lavender haze. 

meet me at midnight. 

you don’t ever say too much. 

i’ve been under scrutiny. 

you handle it beautifully. 

all this shit is new to me. 

i’m damned if i do give a damn what people say. 

all they keep asking me is if i’m gonna be your bride. 

they’re bringing up my history. 

they’re bringing up my history, but you weren’t even listening. 

i just need this love spiral. 

maroon. 

we lost track of time again. 

you were my closest friend. 

how’d we end up on the floor anyway? 

i see you every day now. 

i chose you. 

we were shaking. 

how the hell did we lose sight of us again? 

ain’t that the way shit always ends. 

i feel you, no matter what. 

and i lost you. 

i wake with your memory over me. 

that’s a real fuckin’ legacy. 

anti-hero. 

i get older, but just never wiser. 

midnights become my afternoons. 

my depression works the graveyard shift. 

i should not be left to my own devices. 

i end up in crisis. 

i wake up screaming from dreaming. 

one day i’ll watch as you’re leaving.

one day i’ll watch as you’re leaving, coz you got tired of my scheming. 

it’s me, hi. i’m the problem, it’s me. 

i’m the problem. 

i’ll stare directly at the sun, but never in the mirror. 

it must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero. 

i’m a monster on the hill. 

did you hear my covert narcissism i disguise as altruism like some kind of congressman? 

life will lose all its meaning. 

she thinks i left them in the will. 

she’s laughing up at us from hell. 

snow on the beach. 

life is emotionally abusive. 

time can’t stop me quite like you did. 

i’m unglued, thanks to you. 

it’s like snow at the beach: weird, but fucking beautiful. 

you wanting me tonight, feels impossible. 

this scene feels like what i once saw on a screen. 

i’ve never seen someone lit from within. 

my smile is like i won a contest. 

to hide that would be so dishonest. 

it’s fine to fake it till you make it. 

i can’t speak. 

i don’t even dare to wish it. 

can this be a real thing? 

you’re on your own, kid. 

summer went away, still the yearning stays. 

i play it cool with the best of them. 

he’s gonna notice me. 

we’re the best of friends anyway. 

i hear it in your voice. 

i didn’t choose this town, i dream of getting out. 

there’s just one who could make me stay. 

i waited ages to see you there. 

you never cared. 

you’re on your own, kid. you always have been. 

you’re on your own, kid. 

i see the great escape. 

he loves me not. 

something different bloomed. 

i’ll run away. 

i gave my blood, sweat and tears for this. 

the jokes weren’t funny. 

i took the money. 

my friends from home don’t know what to say. 

there were pages turned with the bridges burned. 

everything you lose is a step you take. 

you’ve got no reason to be afraid. 

you can face this. 

midnight rain. 

he wanted it comfortable, i wanted that pain. 

he wanted a bride, i was making my own name. 

he stayed the same. 

all of me changed. 

my town was a wasteland. 

for some, it was paradise. 

i broke his heart coz he was nice. 

i was midnight rain. 

i guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted. 

he never thinks of me. 

i guess we all get some kind of haunted. 

i never think of him. 

i never think of him, except on midnights like this. 

question…? 

we had one thing going on, i swear that it was something. 

i don’t remember who i was before you. 

i just may like some explanations. 

can i ask you a question? 

did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room? 

what did you do?

did you ever leave her house in the middle of the night? 

did you wish you’d put up more of a fight? 

it was too much. 

do you wish you could still touch her? 

did you realise out of time? 

fuckin’ politics and gender roles. 

i just may like to have a conversation. 

does it feel like everything’s just like second best after that meteor strike? 

i’m sure that’s what’s suitable. 

vigilante shit. 

draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man. 

you did some bad things, but i’m the worst of them. 

sometimes i wonder which one will be your last lie. 

they say looks can kill and i might try. 

i don’t dress for women, i don’t dress for men, lately i’ve been dressing for revenge. 

i don’t start shit.

i don’t start shit, but i can tell you how it ends. 

don’t get sad, get even. 

i’ve been dressing for revenge. 

she needed cold hard proof, so i gave her some. 

picture me, thick as thieves with your ex-wife. 

she looks so pretty, driving in your benz. 

ladies always rise above. 

i’m on my vigilante shit again. 

bejeweled. 

i think i’ve been a little too kind. 

didn’t notice you walking all over my peace of mind. 

putting someone first only works when you’re in their top five. 

i’m going out tonight. 

best believe i’m still bejeweled when i walk in the room. 

i can still make the whole place shimmer. 

familiarity breeds comtempt. 

don’t put me in the basement when i want the penthouse of your heart. 

i polish up real nice. 

i think i’ve been too good of a girl. 

i think it’s time to teach some lessons. 

i made you my world. 

have you heard? i can reclaim the land. 

i miss you, but i miss sparkling. 

sadness became my whole sky. 

but some guy said my aura’s moonstone. 

you can try to change my mind, but you might have to wait in line. 

a diamond’s gotta shine. 

labyrinth. 

it only hurts this much right now. 

i’ll be getting over you my whole life. 

i’m falling in love.

i’m falling in love again. 

it only feels this raw right now. 

lost in the labyrinth of my mind. 

you would break your back to make me break a smile. 

you know how much i hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back. 

karma. 

you’re talking shit. 

addicted to betrayal. 

you’re terrified to look down. 

you’ll see the glare of everyone you burned. 

it’s coming back around. 

karma is my boyfriend. 

karma’s a relaxing thought. aren’t you envious that for you it’s not? 

my pennies made your crown. 

don’t you know that cash ain’t the only price? 

ask me what i learned from all those years. 

ask me what i earned from all those tears. 

ask me why so many fade, but i’m still here.

so many fade.

i’m still here. 

karma is the thunder rattling your ground. 

karma’s on your scent like a bounty hunter. 

sweet nothing. 

they said the end is coming.

the end is coming. 

everyone’s up to something. 

i find myself running home to your sweet nothings. 

all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing. 

this happens all the time. 

you should be doing more. 

to you i can admit that i’m just too soft for all of it. 

i’m just too soft for all of it. 

mastermind. 

the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned. 

the touch of a hand lit the fuse. 

checkmate, i couldn’t lose.

i couldn’t lose. 

what if i told you none of it was accidental. 

none of it was accidental. 

the first night that you saw me, nothing was gonna stop me. 

what if i told you i’m a mastermind? 

i’m a mastermind. 

now you’re mine. 

we were born to be the pawn in every lover’s game. 

if you fail to plan, you plan to fail. 

strategy sets the scene for the tale. 

the first night that you saw me, i knew i wanted your body.

i wanted your body. 

it was all my design. 

no one wanted to play with me as a little kid.

i’ve been scheming. 

i’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since.

i’ve been scheming like a criminal ever since to make them love me. 

this is the first time i’ve felt the need to confess. 

i’m only cryptic and machiavellian coz i care. 

you knew the entire time. 

you knew that i’m a mastermind. 

the great war. 

my knuckles were bruised like violets. 

cursed you as i sleep talked. 

spineless in my tomb of silence. 

tore your banners down, took the battle underground. 

flashes of the battle come back to me in a blur. 

my hand was the one you reach for all throughout the great war. 

i vowed not to cry anymore. 

if we survived the great war. 

you drew up some good faith treaties. 

you said i have to trust more freely. 

you were playing with fire. 

maybe it’s the past that’s talking. 

maybe it’s the past that’s talking– telling me to punish you for things you never did. 

i justified it. 

i vowed not to fight anymore. 

i vowed not to fight anymore if we survived the great war. 

got a sense i’d been betrayed. 

that was the night i nearly lost you.

i nearly lost you. 

i really thought i’d lost you. 

we can plant a memory garden. 

there’s no morning glory, it was war, it wasn’t fair. 

we will never go back to that bloodshed. 

we’re burned for better. 

i vowed i would always be yours.

i would always be yours. 

paris. 

all the outfits were terrible. 

i’m so in love that i might stop breathing. 

i was taken by the view. 

romance is not dead. 

romance is not dead if you keep it just yours. 

levitate above all the messes made. 

i want to brainwash you into loving me forever. 

high infidelity. 

i didn’t know you were keeping count. 

you said i was freeloading. 

put on your records and regret me. 

i bent the truth too far tonight. 

i was dancing around it. 

do i really have to chart the constellations in his eyes? 

seemed like the right thing at the time. 

there’s so many different ways that you can kill the one you love. 

there’s so many different ways that you can kill the one you love. the slowest way is never loving them enough. 

do i really have to tell you how he brought me back to life? 

glitch. 

we were supposed to be just friends. 

maybe i’ll see you out some weekend. 

i think there’s been a glitch. 

i’m fastening myself to you. 

i’m not even sorry. 

i was supposed to sweat you out. 

our love is blacking out. 

the system’s breaking down. 

i’d go back to wanting dudes who give nothing. 

would’ve, could’ve, should’ve. 

if you tasted poison you could’ve spit me out. 

if you’d never looked my way i would’ve stayed on my knees. 

i damn sure never would’ve danced with the devil. 

the pain was heaven. 

now that i’m grown, i’m scared of ghosts. 

memories feel like weapons. 

i wish you’d left me wondering. 

if you never touched me i would’ve gone along with the righteous. 

you made me feel important. 

you made me feel important, then you tried to erase us. 

you tried to erase us. 

you’re a crisis of my faith. 

if i’d only played it safe. 

i miss who i used to be. 

the tomb won’t close. 

i regret you all the time. 

i can’t let this go. 

i fight with you in my sleep. 

the wound won’t close. 

i keep on waiting for a sign. 

if clarity’s in death, then why won’t this die? 

living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts.

give me back my girlhood, it was mine first. 

dear reader. 

if it feels like a trap, you’re already in one. 

just run. 

pick somewhere and just run. 

desert all your past lives. 

if you don’t recognise yourself, that means you did it right. 

never take advice from someone who’s falling apart. 

bend when you can, snap when you have to. 

you don’t have to answer just cause they asked you. 

the greatest of luxuries is your secrets. 

when you aim at the devil, make sure you don’t miss. 

i prefer hiding in plain sight. 

below are 20 character development questions, each loosely inspired by a track on taylor swift's midnights. remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs !

LAVENDER HAZE. how does your character find solace and relaxation in their daily life?

MAROON. how does your muse deal with complexity and conflict in their relationships?

ANTI-HERO. what are your character's biggest anxieties or insecurities? does it affect the way they perceive others?

SNOW ON THE BEACH. what's something unexpected or contradictory about your character's personality or interests?

YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN, KID: how does your character handle difficult situations or adversity without relying on others for support?

QUESTION. . . ?what is the one burning question your character has about themselves, their purpose, or the world around them?

VIGILANTE SH*T. does your character believe in taking justice into their own hands?

BEJEWELED.what is your character's most prized possession, and what does it symbolize to them?

LABYRINTH. describe a time in which your character realized they were falling in love

KARMA. does your character believe in the concept of karma? how do their actions reflect this belief?

SWEET NOTHINGS. what are some secrets or intimate details about your character that few people know?

MASTERMIND. is your character a strategic thinker or someone who excels at planning and manipulation? how do they use these skills to their advantage?

PARIS. as your character ever had a transformative experience while traveling or visiting a new place? describe the impact it had on them.

BIGGER THAN THE WHOLE SKY. what is a loss that profoundly impacted your muse?

HIGH INFIDELITY. has your character ever betrayed someone's trust? how did it affect their relationships and self-perception?

GLITCH. describe a moment when your character felt out of sync with the world or experienced a significant disruption in their life.

WOULD'VE, COULD'VE SHOULD'VE. what is something your character regrets not doing or a decision they wish they had made differently?

DEAR READER. what is a piece of advice your character would give to a loved one. is this advice they follow themselves?

HITS DIFFERENT. what is something that deeply resonates with your character? it could be a song, a quote, a piece of art, or any other form of inspiration.

Julian leaned against the counter as he watched the patrons in the small New York Cafe. Where as some might judge the writer working on their screenplay in a chain coffee shop, Julian watched in admiration. There was something magical about the way that their eyes sparked up as they began to type away, creating a world out of thin air. He wondered how many ideas had been created inside these very walls and how many more were waiting to be born. ❝ Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. You can just ignore me, I am simply a passing shadow.  ❞ The cafe owner responded as he lifted the kettle to top off her coffee. He turned to return back to the front counter, however he couldn't help but stop to say, ❝ You know, there's probably more than a thousand germs living on that pen. ❞

SONG EDIT: the lakes by taylor swift