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this is a multi muse blog. private and mutually exclusive blog. non-mutuals please do not interact. this blog relies heavily on a queue system, and will often be low activity. primarily iconless. adored by kaeli ( they / them ) 21+. triggering themes will be present. do not follow if you're under 21.
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𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙐𝙎𝙀𝙎 : cindy berman, clarice starling, dally winston, katniss everdeen, sybill ernest, hunter masini
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𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 … a multimuse blog. muses include but are not limited to fear street, diminson 20, twilight, the haunting of hillhouse, and many more. iconless and queue based. haunted by kaeli. 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄, 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐔𝐒? 𝐎𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃? ©
this blog is going to be an archive. moving over to @frightes i am slowly moving drafts over there but my brain feels so much better about this!
this blog is going to be an archive. moving over to @frightes i am slowly moving drafts over there but my brain feels so much better about this!
i might remake for the new year, just feel a little stuck idk
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"honestly?" percy laughs a little, a self-deprecating huff. "being around people, mostly. being outside at all—especially on cold days, or sunny days." it's the little things, now, that remind her she's not the half-dead creature she often feels she is. "following your impulses is good—can be," she amends with a wry smile. "sometimes. other times they're more self-destructive than helpful. it's a tricky game, but it's worth playing."
SHE PONDERED THE QUESTION HERSELF. it was the small things that made her feel alive. the way a thorn could press into the soft of your thumb. or the cold breeze. the way the sunsets could rival the best paintings. things that when she was in the dark of her home seemed to pass her by. "can be." edith agreed, a smile tugging at the corners of her features. she shrugged her shoulders. "i suppose i haven't done anything too self-destructive, maybe it's just the nerves of settling in. being around people is always nice though. before this i lived in the countryside - wasn't used to being so isolated."
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her friends don't understand why she's with him. they think he's too rough around the edges, rude in certain situations, with a temper they have seen first hand. but they don't see what barbie sees. the softness he gives her when they're alone. the protectiveness that he shows with a hand at the small of her back, making barbie feel safe wherever they go. even more than that, the designer feels as if she's known dally her whole life, despite only being together a few months. 'maybe we knew each other in a past life,' barbie exclaims over their coffee date. she picks off a piece of her muffin and chews with a smile. 'you've always just felt . . . familiar, y'know?' @frightes.
DALLY COULD HARDLY BELIEVE IT. to have someone as wonderful as barbie in his life. she was gentle and soft. to feel the warmth of her company was something he never had. not from his parents, and he had never let his friends get close enough to see his underbelly. dally picked at his own muffin, breaking it off into little chunks. a remnant of a habit when he used to have to make them last. "a past life? what could i have done to deserve that?" a crooked grin as he took another bite. some days he cursed having a job to cut moments like these short. "are you familiar with rough calluses or people with poor judgement." he remarked, although he knew she didn't quite like that. "you've felt familiar too." difficult for dally to be so vulnerable. "safe."
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'no, i'm sorry, i don't . . . i wouldn't know,' he could have left it there for ten years, for all alice knew. that's how long it's been since malcolm had left, and she hadn't seen him since, not with her own eyes. sometimes she felt like he was watching her. she had to check her closet every night before bed, and she slept with her daddy's revolver in her nightstand drawer. with how she acted, no one in their tiny town would know how scared she really was of crossing paths with her abuser again, but she was. hiding it was easy, but the fear was starting overcome her body in waves. she couldn't help the way she started to shake a bit, her skin going cold, the woman only holding herself together with one desperate thread. 'surprisingly comforting, thank you,' partly a joke, partly true, alice gives antonin a close lipped grin, only stopping in front of him again when he asks his question. 'uh . . . i mean, i've thought about running him over with my trunk a few times. but it'd probably be more fulfilling to know he was rotting in jail, somewhere,' would he be brought to justice, though? technically, he hadn't done anything. nothing she could prove. and the statute of limitations had surely run out on his abuse. nervous hand runs through her hair, alice taking a breath as she glanced at antonin once more. 'so — what do we do?'
ANTONIN TOYED WITH THE TRACKER. he looked down at it in his hand, before inspecting it closer. it was clear that alice knew nothing about her ex-husbands whereabouts. and while he admired keeping enemies far away, in this line of work he found keeping a watchful eye was always useful. "this model's only been out a year or two." he mused after a moment. it is only when he looked over at her that he noted how pale she had grown. whatever this guy did was it a number. "can i get you a glass of water? you look ill." he remarked. that last thing he needed was for her to faint.
head titled as the wheels run through the scenarios of dealing with such a nuisance. "i'm thinking about it. we have to be careful." antonin said quietly. there was a large part of him that wanted to take this into his own hands. he could even do that portion pro-bono. "tell me, would you feel safe if he were in jail? do you think the justice system would do right by you? i don't want to do this and have you rehire me in a couple of years." he tried to bring some levity to the situation. "we both know i'm not cheap."
❛ &. ┊ ❄ despite feeling as if he was walking on egg shells, waiting for someone to discover he was a lost prince, nicholas was enjoying himself in the ton. no expectations were put upon set him. he was simply enjoying the festivities, and enjoying others who were apt to enjoy them, too. ❝ good morning, miss sharma, ❞ nick steps up beside kate. they both find themselves in the confections shop, stood in front of a large array of chocolates. ❝ what might you be looking for? i've come to restock for a family hot chocolate recipe, myself, ❞ @frightes.
FINDING EDWINA A MATCH WAS PROVING TO BE DIFFICULT. she continued to get distracted by her own heart's desires. that was not what they had made the journey for. "good morning, " she answered back. she is looking over all the of confections, thinking that this morning would be a perfect opportunity for a sweet. "just admiring them." she said quietly. "thinking about what may travel well to bring back home." kate leaned back on her heels, looking over at the lord. "you have a family hot chocolate recipe? all the hot chocolate i've found around here has been weak."
" there are certain things you ask of me , and there are certain things I lack "
@frightes / sc. / be nice to me - the front bottoms
EMMETT FROWNED. his eyebrows knitted in a kind of confusion. "alice you're like the most talented person i know." if there was something lacking it was beyond his scope of seeing. "you always tell me when i'm clashing, you have the coolest power, and you give like the most thoughtful gifts." he rubbed the back of his neck. "something got you worried?"
'fucking tell me about it,' the response isn't nonchalant. quite the opposite, wendy is quiet, looking out into space, herself, trying to make sense of anything that was going on with her and her fate. no, not just hers — that of her friends and loved ones, too. wendy has already lost so much. she needed to stop this. the problem was, she didn't even know what this was, yet. some fucked up curse. something that her boyfriend didn't deserve. wendy takes a shaky breath, trying not to cry ( she's surprised she has any tears left to shed ). 'i — i don't know — ' honest answer is given as wendy and tai finally look at each other, brows furrowing, a look of fear wendy has been trying to contain inching onto her features. 'you believe me, then? honestly, i — i expected you to think i was batshit, or something. i probably would, if i was in your shoes,'
TAI WASN'T A FAN OF AN EVIL YOU COULDN'T SEE. all too familiar with the way that death's hand seemed to reach for her - them. all in different ways. she didn't understand why wendy had to bear the brunt of it. it was far fetched but it wasn't completely outside the realm of possibility. she and the rest of the yellowjackets had let the woods decide who was meant to be sacrificed. the woods which had held them captive ; as if it were the arbiter of good and evil. "i believe you." she continued. she looked over the materials that are spread between them, trying to make sense of it. taissa shrugged her shoulders. "i'm on board for a little batshit." she said, a small grin on her features. "now how do we stop it?"
she'd like to say her wings had been clipped, but clarice couldn't say for sure whether she was here because she was trapped, or because an unsavory part of her wanted to stay. her mind had wandered to escape routes, but knew that hannibal would be several steps ahead of every single one. he had once called her a worthy opponent, and unfortunately, that sentiment went both ways. where their minds worked in such different ways, they also seemed to understand each other in such a capacity that made clarice fear for her own morality, at times. but she wouldn't let him shake her; not to an any extent that would cause her to let her guard down. she's keen to push away her warped fascination with the ripper and pretend that she is unfazed in the world he had forced her into.
'seems right that you'd take it as a compliment, doctor,' eyes remain on hannibal's as he speaks to her. he always seems so amused by something, humor lacing words that do not even pull at the corner of clarice's mouth. 'suppose a predator's always gonna enjoy watching their prey scatter away from 'em,' clarice walks across the foyer of their shared space, bigger than any shelter she's had in her life, grabbing for the long coat hannibal had also purchased for her at some point during their stay here. this is her playing along. that, at least, is what she tells herself as eyes glance back to hannibal once more, waiting for him to lead her out the door.
DID SHE WANT TO LEAVE? hannibal was an expert at studying and while she would deny it, he didn't think so. there was some part of them both that was pulled to one another. but to admit that to herself would be to deny the morals she had known. the f.b.i didn't allow for shades of grey - at least when it comes to the likes of him. if the morality came in the shades of a clarice starling, a will graham, or even a jack crawford, those could be forgiven. people whose aim was just. hannibal's aim was just too, it was just not calibrated the same way. that's part of what clarice and him had in common. the way they could sometimes afford to bend morality - and death - to their own hands. by all accounts she ought to harm hannibal, and yet he knew neither of them would ever take that shot. there was more to explore.
"that's the way you meant it." he added coldly. it was not their way to speak so plainly to one another. if clarice allowed herself the warmth of his palm she could have not recourse to her fellow agents. he understood the predicament he had put her in. "that's not right." he said with a slight tsk and shake of his head. "we both know you aren't prey. you've seen the world through the lens of a hunter." he shrugged on his own coat, shuttling them onto the elevator, and swiftly onto the cool streets of paris.
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Shaggy wasn't even close to filled with anything. He knew how cartoonish it was the amount he'd inhale when it came to food, but he couldn't help it. He had a high metabolism and an even higher desire to just eat whenever he could. It helped him process almost anything and everything, but today wasn't about processing. Today was about eating and he was glad when Velma tagged along. It wasn't every day he convinced someone from the gang to come on one of his food excursions, but this one he didn't want to hit up alone. Shaggy is mid-chew when Velma says she was to tap out, his brown hues flicking to her across the table from him. He's already eaten all but a third of his burger and his fries are already gone. So he blinks, finishes he chew, swallows, then speaks around a grin, "Food should always spark joy, Velm. Don't let your stomach betray your food thoughts. Besides-- you gotta have room still. There's still a triple fudge sundae with hot sauce with our names written all over it!"
SHE WONDERED IF SOME PEOPLE JUST HAD THIS TALENT WITHIN THEM. her brow furrowed as her cheeks flushed. velma feels so full that she is really to become one with the cushion of the seat. she understood why fred and daph so quickly excused themselves from this activity. she had never tried to push the limits of her stomach before. while she did not expect this to be as successful as shaggy, she did think she would do better than this. don't let my stomach betray my food thoughts? velma wasn't sure that they were separate entities. "shaggy," the name almost sounds like a plead as she glanced down at the plate. "i can keep trying but i make no promises. a whole sundae to myself sounds like a tall order." she glanced around the place, busier than usual though and considers. "think there's anyway i could slip some of this burger onto your plate without them noticing?"
keys jingle as luke locks the front door. soon the diner would be flooded with hungry patrons for the lunch rush. but he has a good twenty minutes to spare before then. in his hand, he holds a covered plate of piping hot food, which he carries two blocks down to stars hollow's newest bakery. bundled up in his coat, luke mumbled back at those who greeted him on the way, making his trip through the bakery's front door a quick one. once snow is stomped from bottom of boots, luke steps up to the front counter and slides the plate over to faye with no discernible expression. 'thought you might be hungry, since i never see you take a break around here,' luke rubs his cold hands together, nodding to the pastries that were bundled up behind her. 'came to pick those up, too. figured i'd save you a trip in this weather,' @frightes.
FAYE HAD GROWN TO LOVE STARS HALLOW. when she had been researching places to become home it felt so easy here. she had never anticipated small town life, but it was refreshing. the day to day of life had slowed down to something more simple. it had allowed her to grow her business and she loved the quiet of it. the feeling that it belonged to her. faye peaked into the oven, looking over the pastries. the front door bell rings as she straightens. she looked between the food and luke before a smile broke out onto her features. "it takes a workaholic to know one." she poked, but readily took the plate into her hands. faye signaled for luke to wait just a moment before pulling out the baking sheet. deft hands slide the danish onto a plate, making sure to grab one of each of the three flavors. "this is for you too." she said. "if you have a minute before needing to get back. otherwise i can pack them up."
