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› › ›ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe tattoo mentioned in a previous post regarding her son, Dagen ( this post ) is actually a tattooed recreation of her son's birthmark. While not many would even recognize it as a tattoo, it's something extremely person to Isla regarding her son and so well done that it tends to look just as if it were her own birthmark. She got it from a close friend she made while in NYC who she met through the roommate she had at the time. It's something delicate without drawing too many unanswerable questions and it was something she only entrusted to Kirby because he seemed to understand and appreciate how deeply important the task was to Isla. He offered to do it for free as a gift but Isla wound up taking him to a showing of his favorite Broadway show to show her appreciation and gratitude.

She still talks to Kirby on occasion and will visit every so often to check on him as well as the few close friends she had made while in the city.

#𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 ·˚‧₊˚ headcanon . #child loss mention //

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Margaret Atwood, from The Blind Assassin

#𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 ·˚‧₊˚ study .

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#𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 ·˚‧₊˚ aesthetic .

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#𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 ·˚‧₊˚ aesthetic .

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𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘎𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘍 𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘝𝘌 𝘞𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘋𝘐𝘋 𝘉𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘒 𝘐𝘚𝘓𝘈'𝘚 𝘏𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘛 𝘋𝘌𝘚𝘗𝘐𝘛𝘌 𝘏𝘖𝘞 𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘍𝘈𝘊𝘌 𝘔𝘈𝘠 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘙𝘌𝘔𝘈𝘐𝘕𝘌𝘋 𝘌𝘝𝘌𝘕 . ㅤㅤHonestly, she had nothing against Steve in particular, or really-- ㅤNO . ㅤNo that would be a lie. All of it. Even after spending the bit of time they had spent getting to know one another more over the past few years, and even though Isla understood a bit more where Steve stood in regards to the Accords, the fact was--- ㅤHER SON HAD DIED . ㅤHeroes, while having the best of intentions, still caused damage on all fronts. But there was a lot about the Accords she may not have understood that Steve did. But in the same vein-- ㅤthere was a lot he may not have understood from her point of view.

Allowing him into her home in the mountains after the drama amid the Avengers over the Accords was something she never thought twice about. Steve was a friend above all else. He wasn't Captain America to her. He was just-- ㅤSteve. ㅤThe guy who helped her carry groceries when she lived by his apartment. The man who she got coffee with and sometimes joined for morning runs ㅤ( although she had never been able to keep up or go nearly as long ) .

" 𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏 𝙊𝙉𝙀-- 𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙎𝙊𝙉, 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙔 "ㅤ It felt selfish to admit it to him. Admit how she may have been putting the safety of the planet beneath her personal loss but to Isla, the idea that there would one day be another mother who would have to bury her child-- Isla sniffed quietly to choke back a quiet sob at the idea and reached for her cup of tea to try and grab onto something solid and real. Her body felt flightly and full of empty air. Lighter and lighter and the world seemed to sink away from her as she began to drift away. ㅤ" 𝙄-- 𝙄 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝘽𝙇𝘼𝙈𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 … 𝘼𝙉𝙔 𝙊𝙁 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙊𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙍 𝙈𝙐𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙎 𝙊𝙍…𝙎𝙐𝙋𝙀𝙍 𝙅𝙐𝙄𝘾𝙀 𝙎𝙊𝙇𝘿𝙄𝙀𝙍𝙎 " ㅤthe smile she offered Steve at that gentle teasing was watery and weak as her golden brown eyes seemed to darken a shade into something further away, a depth of something bottomless and hauntingly empty,ㅤ " 𝙄 𝙅𝙐𝙎𝙏.. 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙏 𝙄𝙏 𝙏𝙊 𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙀𝙉 𝘼𝙂𝘼𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙊 𝙎𝙊𝙈𝙀𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙀𝙇𝙎𝙀 "

❝ how   did   you   expect   me   to   handle   it? ❞   he   remains   steady,   rock   plinth   amidst   churning   waters,   buffeted   by   the   riptides.   determination   sedimented   silt   in   the   pockets   of   his   joints.   jaw   woven   tight   as   he   surveys   her   from across   empty   space.   ( though   expression   is   GRIEF-SPUN   rather   than   one   of   any judgement   or   condemnation ).   nothing   left   but   sorrow   echoing   amidst   the   wreckage.   both   sides   sacrificed   too   much,   battle-weariness   eroding   meat   and   marrow   until   surrender   had   become   the   only   option.   scars   still   felt   even   though   they   had   long   since   faded from skin.   ❝ i'm   sure   you   had   YOUR REASONS,   same   as   i   had   mine. ❞

@meremoments : you handled that a lot better than i expected.

#shieldied . #𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰 ·˚‧₊˚ steve . #𝘪 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰 ·˚‧₊˚ mcu au .

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@okoden ㅤㅤcont.

𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘗𝘜𝘔𝘗𝘒𝘐𝘕 𝘎𝘜𝘛𝘚 𝘍𝘌𝘓𝘛 𝘞𝘈𝘠 𝘛𝘖𝘖 𝘎𝘖𝘖𝘌𝘠 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘠𝘌𝘛-- ㅤㅤIsla couldn't stop squeezing it through her fists even long after pulling it all free of her pumpkin. The actual carving wasn't her forte but she was having fun watching Julian carefully cut through his like a surgeon. The toothless Jack-O-Lantern's mouth gaped hollowly at her with large triangle eyes and the brunette looked up through her lashes with a subtle smile. Julian teased her about her own little pumpkin beast and she turned it a bit in front of her to look over the jagged grin with poorly constructed teeth and its uneven eyes that seemed to be trying to be some kind of shape and failing miserably. All in all it was a rather garish looking Franken-pumpkin. Isla's soft lips puckered a bit in thought before she turned the gourd around to better face Julian. Copper eyes found Julian's uncertain expression and she smiled ever so slightly while dead-panning flatly,

" 𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙔𝙊𝙐 "

#okoden . #𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 ·˚‧₊˚ julian .

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@ripvirgin ㅤㅤcont.

𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘕 𝘌𝘋𝘋𝘐𝘌 𝘍𝘐𝘙𝘚𝘛 𝘙𝘌𝘗𝘓𝘐𝘌𝘚 𝘐𝘛 𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘕𝘌𝘋 𝘏𝘐𝘔 𝘈 𝘋𝘖𝘜𝘉𝘛𝘍𝘜𝘓 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘜𝘕𝘊𝘌𝘙𝘛𝘈𝘐𝘕 𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘒 ㅤㅤbut when the musician flashed sharpened teeth, Isla smiled a bit caught off-guard and barely able to cut back her laugh into a breathy sort of pitched huff. Of course Eddie would have done something soㅤ ridiculously permanent ㅤand unusual. ㅤ" 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝘽𝙇𝙊𝙊𝘿𝙔 𝙐𝙉𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙄𝙀𝙑𝘼𝘽𝙇𝙀 " ㅤIsla chuckled as she shook her head and finally looked after the idiots who made their poor bartender's night a nightmare in the span of a few hours.

She couldn't stop another fit of giggles when Eddie awkwardly explained what he meant as if Isla wasn't able to figure that part out on her own. Her hand reached up towards her forehead as she leaned forward. ㅤNo wonder Julian was so fond of the other man. ㅤShe hadn't been quite this amused in awhile and the smile she gave Eddie was bright and cheerful as she shook her head lightly, ㅤ" 𝙉𝙊 𝙄 -- 𝙄 𝙂𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏, 𝘿𝘼𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙉𝙂, 𝙑𝙀𝙍𝙔 𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏𝙁𝙐𝙇 " ㅤIsla grinned fondly at Eddie before teasing,ㅤ " 𝙎𝘼𝘿𝙇𝙔, 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈 𝘼 𝘿𝙍𝙊𝙋 𝘿𝙀𝘼𝘿 𝙎𝙏𝙐𝙉𝙉𝙀𝙍 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝙔𝙊𝙐 -- 𝙈𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏 𝘽𝙀 𝘼 𝘽𝙄𝙏 𝙊𝙁 𝘼 𝙏𝙐𝙍𝙉 𝙊𝙉 𝙍𝘼𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙉 𝘼 𝙋𝙐𝙉𝙄𝙎𝙃𝙈𝙀𝙉𝙏, 𝙔𝙀𝘼𝙃 ? "

#ripvirgin . #𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 ·˚‧₊˚ eddie .

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𝘐𝘚𝘓𝘈 𝘈𝘎𝘙𝘌𝘌𝘋 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘚𝘔𝘐𝘓𝘌 𝘌𝘟𝘗𝘙𝘌𝘚𝘚𝘌𝘋 𝘈𝘚 𝘔𝘜𝘊𝘏 . ㅤㅤSipping at the icy water, the cooling sensation slowly sank through her chest before settling in her belly and slowly spreading through her warm body. Lincoln's eyes struck her as something intense and a bit prying but she was rather used to people looking at her in such a manner. Some people openly stared with eyes that looked at her as if she were meat on a hook. At least-- most of the time she didn't feel that way around the other man. ㅤ" 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘚𝘖𝘙𝘛𝘚 𝘖𝘍 𝘔𝘈𝘎𝘐𝘊 𝘛𝘖 𝘉𝘌 𝘍𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘋, 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘕 "ㅤ Isla smiled as she leaned against the table; her own dark eyes easily locking onto his own.ㅤ " 𝘐 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘛𝘖 𝘈𝘋𝘔𝘐𝘛, 𝘐 𝙈𝙊𝙎𝙏𝙇𝙔 𝘊𝘈𝘔𝘌 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘠𝘛𝘌𝘓𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘎 "ㅤ she admitted quietly while setting her chin in the palm of a hand. While the heat wasn't ideal and she had been bitten by more insects than she cared to count, there truly was something incredibly endearing about the city here. But her favorite thing, above all else, were the stories. The history of creatures big and small. Of trials and injustices. Of revenge.ㅤ " 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌 𝘐𝘚𝘕'𝘛 𝘈 𝘗𝘓𝘈𝘊𝘌 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘙𝘐𝘊𝘏 𝘐𝘕 𝘓𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕 𝘓𝘖𝘜𝘐𝘚𝘐𝘈𝘕𝘈, 𝘈𝘛 𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘛, 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘐𝘕 𝘔𝘠 𝘌𝘟𝘗𝘌𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌 " ㅤIsla's gaze finally shifted away from the man's and she sat back against her seat with a quiet sigh.

" 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕 𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛 𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘚. 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌'𝘚 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘐𝘌𝘚 𝘖𝘍 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘋𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘙𝘖𝘜𝘚 𝘋𝘌𝘈𝘓𝘐𝘕𝘎𝘚 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘋𝘈𝘕𝘎𝘌𝘙𝘖𝘜𝘚 𝘚𝘗𝘐𝘙𝘐𝘛𝘚 " ㅤAnother smile albeit gentler as she trailed a fingertip along the condensation on her glass. ㅤ" 𝘐 𝘓𝘖𝘝𝘌 𝘈 𝘎𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘙𝘠 𝘈𝘚 𝘔𝘜𝘊𝘏 𝘈𝘚 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘕𝘌𝘟𝘛 𝘌𝘕𝘎𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘏 𝘓𝘈𝘋𝘠 𝘉𝘜𝘛-- "ㅤ her eyes lifted to Lincoln with a playfulness in their depths that usually wasn't present,ㅤ " 𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘒𝘌𝘠 𝘗𝘈𝘞 𝘓𝘌𝘚𝘚𝘖𝘕𝘚 𝘈𝘙𝘌 𝘈𝘓𝘞𝘈𝘠𝘚 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘍𝘜𝘕. 𝘚𝘌𝘓𝘍𝘐𝘚𝘏 𝘌𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘈𝘝𝘖𝘙𝘚 𝘉𝘈𝘊𝘒𝘍𝘐𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎, 𝘎𝘏𝘖𝘚𝘛𝘚 𝘙𝘐𝘚𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘖 𝘚𝘌𝘌𝘒 𝘈 𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘊𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘠 𝘞𝘌𝘙𝘌 𝘋𝘌𝘕𝘐𝘌𝘋, 𝘊𝘜𝘙𝘚𝘌𝘚 𝘈𝘕𝘋 𝘏𝘌𝘟𝘌𝘚 𝘛𝘖 𝘌𝘟𝘌𝘚, " ㅤshe grinned, ㅤ" 𝘔𝘈𝘋𝘕𝘌𝘚𝘚, 𝘎𝘌𝘕𝘐𝘜𝘚, 𝘈𝘓𝘓 𝘚𝘖𝘙𝘛𝘚 𝘖𝘍 𝘌𝘟𝘛𝘙𝘌𝘔𝘌𝘓𝘠 𝘊𝘖𝘓𝘖𝘙𝘍𝘜𝘓 𝘊𝘏𝘈𝘙𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘌𝘙𝘚 𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌 𝘐𝘕 𝘕𝘌𝘞 𝘖𝘙𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘕𝘚. 𝘐𝘛'𝘚 𝘝𝘌𝘙𝘠… 𝘐𝘕𝘚𝘗𝘐𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎. "

it certainly was a special place. buried deep in tradition & mysticism. worlds separated by a thin veil. not many saw the city for its worth. grappled by the glitter and glamour of modern hollywood, debauchery and literature. all blinded by the flash of parades and parties. no , many never came to honor the true new orleans. the reason why it was special. he had tasted it on their meat the real reason why they had come. he BANISHED those thoughts. focused more on the present. endless blue hues focused on her from beneath his lashes. unblinking , appraising her.

" it be more than that, chérie. it be la joie de vivre. them spells and them potions ain't got nothin' if that ain't there to begin with, " lincoln smirked. he was an individual of few word. driven by action, desire and impulse but civilized enough to carry conversation. more attached to bayou than the city, alexandria had made sure that he properly masked himself with how he sat, spoke and existed. lessons he had forgotten six years ago. " the food ? she is just a small part of the magic of the bayou, chérie . . . and it ain't even magic of the bayou. it's in everything. " his tongue pressed against the back of his teeth.

head tilted to the side, he tapped at his ear and gestured outward. " all you gotta do, sha, is listen to what the trees are tryin' to tell you. then you'll get the specialness of it. "

#iviaw . #𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 ·˚‧₊˚ lincoln .

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@okodenㅤㅤcont.

𝘐𝘚𝘓𝘈 𝘗𝘐𝘊𝘒𝘌𝘋 𝘈𝘛 𝘏𝘌𝘙 𝘗𝘖𝘗𝘊𝘖𝘙𝘕 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘊𝘈𝘕𝘋𝘠 𝘊𝘖𝘙𝘕 𝘉𝘐𝘛𝘚 ㅤㅤalmost bored while she watched the opening credits for whatever "scary" movie Julian had selected. Of course he would pick something like ㅤIT FOLLOWSㅤ for their scary movie-a-thon. What could be more terrifying to a rockstar than a ghost who followed you around to kill you all because you had sex? Isla didn't really find it all that scary, but then again, she also wasn't one to sleep with strangers at parties or after concerts.. or at all.

Isla glanced in Julian's direction as he made light conversation. She wondered if he was mentioning that little tidbit as a means of comforting her or himself. The popcorn slipped between her lips and she chewed slowly, eyes lazily moving back to the movie as she deadpanned,ㅤ " 𝘖𝘙 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘓𝘋 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘚𝘓𝘌𝘌𝘗 𝘈𝘙𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘋 𝘉𝘜𝘛 𝘐'𝘔 𝘎𝘓𝘈𝘋 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘏𝘈𝘝𝘌 𝘈 𝘉𝘈𝘊𝘒𝘜𝘗 𝘗𝘓𝘈𝘕 " ㅤThere was the softest lilt to her voice that she hoped would express the amusement she felt at the conversation. A ghostly little smile tugging at one corner of her lips as she worked the last of her candy corn additions to her popcorn. ㅤ" 𝘓𝘌𝘈𝘝𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘛𝘙𝘠 𝘚𝘖𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘚 𝘈 𝘓𝘖𝘛 𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘐𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕 𝘑𝘜𝘚𝘛 𝘒𝘌𝘌𝘗𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘗𝘈𝘕𝘛𝘚 𝘖𝘕 "ㅤ Isla couldn't hide the cheeky grin after that a breathy little laugh gasped through her nose as she tried to fight it but her eyes were sparkling and her dimples deepening as she triedㅤ ( and failed ) ㅤto hide her grin from her friend.

#okoden . #𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 ·˚‧₊˚ julian .

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get to know me meme ― [ 3/15 ] actresses ♡ LILY COLLINS

#𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 ·˚‧₊˚ visage . #eye contact //

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Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman, featured in The Letters Of Sylvia Plath Volume I: 1940–1956

[Text ID: I know I’ll always think of you with something like hurt and nostalgia―and a great deal of love.]

#𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 ·˚‧₊˚ study . #𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘯 ·˚‧₊˚ dagen .

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actions speak louder than words non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly. (add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)

back, sender gives receiver a back hug.

beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.

care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.

catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.

choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.

cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.

cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.

dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.

dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.

dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.

drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.

drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.

draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.

face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.

flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.

forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.

grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.

jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.

kiss, sender kisses receiver.

link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.

massage, sender offers receiver a massage.

patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.

piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.

pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.

pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.

press, sender presses receiver against a wall.

propose, sender proposes to receiver.

quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.

rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.

serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.

sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.

size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.

shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.

sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.

tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.

tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.

tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.

umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.

warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.

zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.

#𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 ·˚‧₊˚ prompts . #mutuals only pls .

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WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

#𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 ·˚‧₊˚ prompts .

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𝘕𝘖 𝘖𝘕𝘌 𝘋𝘈𝘙𝘌𝘋 𝘉𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘒 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘋𝘌𝘓𝘐𝘊𝘈𝘛𝘌 𝘚𝘐𝘓𝘌𝘕𝘊𝘌 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘛 𝘏𝘜𝘕𝘎 𝘉𝘌𝘛𝘞𝘌𝘌𝘕 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘔 . ㅤㅤThe softest of hums of the rain against glass the only sound to be heard. Even breathing would be far too much noise if you asked Isla. The steam slipping out from the kettle danced hauntingly between them from where it rested above a tea light. With the whispering steam of a warm kettle came the light scent of fruit. A mix of vanilla or chamomile. It was time to lull into a half-asleep state where the world faded and Isla could be consumed by some other world. Some other distant land with riddles and winding plotlines. Isla was most herself when she was alone with a book.

The quiet was comforting in more ways than one. While Isla appreciated some time to quiet her ever panicking flood of thoughts, she found that it was better than filling the air with noise. Especially when it was clear neither of them wanted to talk. Isla’s was a safe place. A place to unburden yourself by letting her bury whatever was bothering you amid the mass grave of her own secrets and demons. It wasn’t her place to pry and judge but rather—ㅤtake it from you when it all became too much.

Isla placed a mug of still warm tea in front of her guest before resuming her place. Slender limbs folding up to curl around her like a protective shield. Small enough to fit almost perfectly on the seat of her chair without discomfort. A sad bird in a gilded cage.

#self repost . #if were mutuals feel free to jump in

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› › ›ㅤㅤㅤㅤIsla's niche of horror is more aligned with Victorian horror where ghosts are more often representations of other horrors such as past sins or abuses or losses. They are also harbingers of future horrors such as harbingers of death or torments at the hands of someone/something. While some people liken her work to King's masterful way of creating entire worlds and Lovecraft's ability to build intricate lore as well as his ability to build suspense, Isla sometimes fits into her very own style of horror. An eerie and lingering way or creating an atmosphere and characters so flawed and yet so beautiful in different ways, there is sometimes no true villain and when she does venture into more horror styles such as deadly creatures of ancient Eldritch deities, it is often never truly clear who is in the wrong / who is the villain. Her characters are dynamic and no one in her stories are entirely innocent or good. This dynamic and duality of morally grey or villainous heroes/heroic villains is often one of her standout traits that keep people coming back to read more and keep her stories in readers' minds.

#𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 ·˚‧₊˚ headcanon .

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craving this weather

#𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 ·˚‧₊˚ aesthetic .

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#𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴 ·˚‧₊˚ visage .