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Origami Around
if i look back, i am lost
occasionally subtle
Sweet Seals For You, Always
hello vonnie
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
we're not kids anymore.
Sade Olutola
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AnasAbdin
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polarisashley:
“Oh, you’re coming.” There’s a shit-eating grin on his face, indicating that this is really not negotiable. “There’s a Plus One with a handy slot for a pseudonym– what shall I put you down as?”
“A pseudonym? That’s so much pressure,” Alexandria mock-complained, lightly punching his arm with her non-dominant hand; of course, she’d be delighted to accompany him to the gala and raise more than a modicum of hell. “It’s got to be ironic, and funny, but not too obvious.”
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text | joanna + river.
River: Can we add Phoebe Bridgers to the petition because I feel very attacked whenever I listen to her music
JOANNA: I see no problem with adding to that list, particularly with such excellent tastes.
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“You have thirty seconds to tell me why you’re in my office, Inclán, before there’s a sudden job opening meant just for me.”
Santiago Inclán did not consider himself to be particularly meek, but something about both Nesta Brewster and the company she typically kept intimidated him; regardless of his attempts, bending over backward to placate the woman, he never could quite manage it. He exhaled, trying to ignore the intensity of her stare and the open threat of her words. “For some reason the Ursas still insist I do this every week, in the interest of research co-ordination or something like that...”
laila & tbd. ( @polarisdee )
Laila — settled on her hands, feeling them begin to tingle with the beginnings of pins and needles — shook her head in slight disbelief at the story as it was told to her, and when she spoke it was equal parts incredulous and sympathetic. “I’m so sorry that happened,” said she, chewing on her lip, “is there anything I could do to help?”
texts | christian & sheridan.
CHRISTIAN: Lion King 2, definitely. The soundtrack ALONE puts it above the rest.
SHERIDAN: I'll take it.
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polarisleigh:
Luc really doesn’t care about any fly-by-night family that strolls their way into town, but if it’s something that upsets Manon, suddenly it immediately becomes his focus. And what Manon is complaining about is the Alighieri family.
So, obviously, they must be eliminated.
“Have they done something to personally offend you, my love?” He can’t make up a plan of action until he knows how severe the damage must be.
“Offend? No.”
Her fingers dug harder into the divot, in an attempt to ground herself more firmly into reality, thinking of all that could come of the union of this family in Polaris and its village; it would be soon enough that her patron pushed possibility and reality through her mind, and her days and nights became restless on account of them once again.
“Have they done something to bother me? Yes, perpetually.”
text | joanna + open.
JOANNA: I'm starting a petition: it's for The Neighbourhood to stop calling me out.
polarisricki:
…Oh. The shock registers and passes, Phyr’s expression smoothing out in the blink of an eye. As old as Lysandra is, of course she has children running around. And of course one is energetic enough to plop herself down in front of Phyr and start rambling without care. Phyr’s not the type for kids, but she can’t help but feel a little endeared. “Ah. Lys’ baby girl, then. It’s nice to meet you, Adair. I think this means your mother knows I’m here, too?”
Almost as soon as Adair had thought of it, that confusion was gone, and the reminiscence of her mother continues; that switch as though it were night and day, momentary, prompting a smile to rest upon her lips where it naturally belonged. “Well, yeah, the gay panic’d be a bit difficult if she didn’t. I think she and Papa both think I haven’t noticed, but they’ve got their hands full with my big sister Joanna — not that she’d like to be called that — so I’ve not said anything. Yet.”
polarisricki:
It’s pure reflex to smile with equal amusement, her lips curving with the same ease and comfort that they use to say her name. “You’ve got a point there, love. Join me for a cup of coffee? I think we can stand to catch up a little. My treat.”
“I know I do.” There was an element of victory in still being able to bring a smile out of Porphyria Henri so easily; to still feel that amusement and warmth in spite of everything she had ever done was a privilege not enjoyed by many. In fact, she preferred to live in the assumption that it was one she alone got to experience — whether that was the truth, she could not know, but what did a liar and a narcissist care for such truths? — and something she could treasure. Not that she would, necessarily, admit it. “You know, darling, I’m convinced you’ve taken to coffee as a theme because you find how picky I am after spending time in Italy amusing.”
polarisbri:
It was an Izabel problem. Her lack of patience meant that sometimes she missed out on opportunities that took time to blossom.
When Adair explained that it was family issues, Izzy deadpanned a bit. “…my offer still stands to turn into a bear and maul them.”
But then the talk of Slurpees again cracked a grin. “Can’t you just binge on booze like the rest of us degenerates?” She was laughing.
“My slurpee decoding skills are subpar.”
She shook her friend a little in a mildly rough form of affection.
“Seriously. What they do to you?” Izzy was grinning but there was always that predatory/protective gleam to her eyes.
“I don’t think even a bear could kill Auntie Clarissa,” Adair chuckled along, mind casting to the image, and: no, she didn’t think a bear could kill the founder of what was essentially the magical realm’s real-world Fight Club. Her hand lifted, and ran through her hair, as the thought — so vivid she could almost touch it; the gift of one of the realm of dreams — progressed. “She’s too much like my nonna.”
“You’ll learn to decode all my Slurpees soon, mate,” she returned her grin and the affectionate shake to boot, “they’re more fun. They make my brain burn instead of my throat.”
When Izzy asked about what her family did, there was a brief and unnatural silence that made even Adair uncomfortable for a moment. “I mean, nothin’ really,” she said, “they’re just a mess. There’s mamma being herself, Auntie Clarissa getting stressed about it, papa who’s not actually my dad ‘cause my actual dad’s been dead for 400 years but I like him and he’s married to mamma so he’s papa now, and then there’s my half-sister Joanna — papa’s actually her papa but she hates all of us — you get it, right? Makes your head hurt.”
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polarisbecky:
Flòraidh tried to ignore the undeniable presence before her, in a bit to retain her own sanity. In so many years of wandering across the world, she had never found such a persistently annoying presence as Lysandra.
The mark in her finger swiftly disappeared, and she shifted slightly further away from the woman; a hurricane of chaos Flòraidh tried to avoid in day-to-day life, if only to prevent further hurt and pain.
“What do you want?” It came out a little harsher than words normally did, gentle petal-like syllables replaced with tiny icicles.
To Lysandra Alighieri — who had sauntered around the world many years more still than the Scotswoman — ‘persistently annoying’ was as much a compliment as ‘undeniable.’ After all, she thought it was a matter of the other being deafened to the thrill of life, or, in the words of Nietzsche: ‘and those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.’
What could tiny icicles hope to do, against a hurricane? They simply drew out a broader grin, as though they were merely a representation of buttons that could be pushed, and thus also drew out a curiosity of what would happen if she were to push further. So she laughed, the sound its own vaguely taunting piano scale: “How can I ask for more than to be graced and delighted by your passive-aggression?”
cloudcoverx:
“I don’t know the movie you’re referring to, but based on the title it’s probably a waste of time. Either way, I’m not a hacker, I’m a scientist. What would I do with social media followers anyway? She’s dead.”
Lysandra shrugged. “Honestly, I never paid it much attention apart from the fact it seemed to be the spirit of a dead girl murdering several people who wronged her — I believe she made them kill themselves? — in some very bizarre ways indeed. I do remember a girl had a curling iron shoved down her throat,which was certainly not a way I’d want to go.”
polarisbri:
Her eyebrows knit and she looked at Adair sternly.
“…what was I waiting for then?!” It was a rhetorical question.
She released Adair so they could walk normally.
“Cherry slurpees? That’s quite a serious flavor of existential dread. What sparked it this time?” She teased her friend with a common tone of sass in her voice.
People either loved Izzy or hated her for how blunt and unfiltered she was. Some had tried to call her ‘feral’ as an insult when she lacked general manners and politeness. She didn’t care. The time she spent within her animal forms helped keep her life more simple.
Beneath the stern look, she was wholly nonchalant; not much can stir someone after they’ve met the Alighieri matriarch ( no, not Lysandra, but Lysandra’s mother ) particularly not when she knew the comet-sponsored to be just as impulsive as she was.
“That sounds like a you problem,” Adair teased, and nudged Izabel lightly with her elbow.
( If there was anything she had a problem with about the woman, it wasn’t her lack of filter, as Alighieris were — almost without exception — born without them. )
“I mean, if you’re having to ask what caused my existential crisis you haven’t met my family enough times. And it could be worse: I could be drinking pina colada Slurpee. I save that one for... special occasions.”
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Izzy’s leg swung back and forth in an idle pattern as she sat perched on the edge of the library’s rooftop. From afar she might have appeared menacing; hunched over and watching the people below. Her long black hair was braided and draped over her shoulder and her brown eyes studied the smaller figures who moved about the walkways. Lazily she searched for a familiar face. It was commonplace for her to shift into her kestrel form and land on a friend’s shoulder. Personal space didn’t seem to be an idea that she respected much. Once she popped out of the bird form she’d be hanging on them with a wolfish grin and an arm draped around their shoulders. “I thought your class would never end.” She complained mildly. Patience wasn’t exactly a virtue for the comet sponsored witch.
Having a kestrel land on one’s shoulder was a part of her regular day; she didn’t jump whatsoever, her gait unchanging.
When — predictably — she changed, Adair Alighieri turned to her clinging friend, features registering naught but utter incredulity at Izabel’s words. She attended the classes she felt like, and then the ones she had to: her godfather’s, and Professor Nix’s, so that Papa didn’t get his head ripped off at his job. ( And also so that she didn’t get her head ripped off; she feared few things, but the Saturn-sponsored witch was one of them. Aurorette Nix, her mother sometimes, and her aunt’s co-worker at the Crystellarium who she also thought was hot. )
“Class? I didn’t go to class, Iz,” she scoffed, but there remained a smile on her face, “I was having an existential crisis face-down in my aunt’s basement while binge-drinking Wild Cherry slurpees.”
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“What’s your whole, like, thing again?”
“Love.” Alexandria then clarified, pulling her glass of wine toward her. “Can make people fall in it, out of it, or in and out of it faster than a speeding bullet. Living by the original New Rules, also known as How To Be A Heartbreaker.”
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polarisleigh:
How innocent. What a beautiful thing it must be to think of ice and snow as a charming joy, rather than absolute destruction and devastation. Odelia’s smile isn’t fake, but anyone who could see beyond her frigid exterior might have an inkling that her intent was to keep her distance. “Do you normally have the ability to make it snow?
“Not specifically,” Johan answered, watching the people oddly made happy by this unfortunate summer development ( such was the way, there were always going to be the strange ones ) and managing a half-smile. He wouldn’t say he knew Odelia well enough to see ‘past’ anything, but they did often run into each other as part of their mutual job. One of the main takeaways, for Johan, of that job was that Professor Nix was altogether not keen on his wife. “No — but it is suitably unpredictable.”
Ivy blinked in surprise before she mustered words: “No, actually, I don’t know why my father’s house isn’t in Devon considering he’s the Duke of Devonshire. Does there have to be a why?”
