just came to realize that that’s a year or two less than half my life come this summer 🤍 feeling totally normal about that 🤍
i will have written eliza for 12 years come this august.
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like / reply for a minimum one-liner, maximum one paragraph starter! 🤍
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yalls muses do realize that half of being in eliza’s life / loving eliza is just … keeping her alive, right? v much akin to turning your back on a 3 yr old learning to ride a scooter and turning around to see them with skinned knees, elbows, face & somehow missing a tooth. that is loving eliza.
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her previous words held no malice, judgment or cruelty - it's a realization that eliza, herself, has a hard time actualizing. when did everyone agree to getting older? wendy's got a goddamn kid held in her arms, her own kid ... and despite the part of her stomach that sinks in the permanent settlement of reality, eliza smiles - honestly smiles, extending a finger to trace over abel's cheek.
"don't lie, baby - shit's still messy," spoken with the utmost fondness, "but i wouldn't trade it for a thing."
“ i know we're not, trust me. ” the past turned to scar tissue, the phantom pain of an old wound. youth a blur of gunmetal and engine oil and intoxication. ( made worth it only by the weight of her son in her arms ). tides of chaos that only now had begun to ebb. a calm in the storm’s aftermath, a sense of peace she was still trying to fit to the shape of her bones. head shaking slightly, smile whetted upon wry edge. “ things sure as hell ain't perfect, but i think they're better now. back then? it was messy. ”
@strnza : we’re not nineteen years old anymore.
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[ nononono! ] – for the sender to hold the receiver’s head / face while they’re injured, brush their thumb along their cheeks & refuse to accept that the receiver is dying. / human angel
she was supposed to have more time - they were supposed to have more time. a short life clipped in the name of violence when eliza has spent far too long drowning in her own tragedy; now, it's too late. too late to revel in the fact that she's finally got her head above water, is finally safe in the happiness reborn within her newfound family. she’s finally found love and accepted it tenfold - pure stubbornness & frustration lead her to believe that she can overcome this out of pure spite. (reality promises her the opposite.)
angel's face materializes before her eyes before she can feel him holding her - feel his fingers waver over the gunshot wound to her abdomen, bring her own blood to her cheeks ... this wasn't supposed to happen. not now - ten years ago, alone, in her truck, drunk half to death & with nothing to lose but her own life: she'd begged for it. now? she'd do anything for a miracle.
"i don't want y - you t'see me like this," she chokes out, trembling hand finding angel's - draped along her profile, feebly attempting to push him off her - when that fails, eliza tries to sit up, wincing & whimpering before succumbing to the position she holds against him, "the kids, they can't - ... they can't see this." the last thing she remembers is locking them in maverick's bedroom closet - 'stay here. no matter what, you stay here.'
she chokes back a sob, unable to pacify unbridled anger, fear & frustration any longer, "this isn't f - fair," eliza's hand lifts to hold angel's face in her palm, shaking with painstaking grief; tears stream down her cheeks as she pleads, "we were s'posed to have more time."
* MEME, still accepting / @godsdefied 🤍
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i didn't plan this . it got out of my control . / xi
in truth, she hadn't really planned on seeing xiomara today - hell, she hadn't planned on seeing angel, either. nothing is going according to plan, though ... could anyone have ever begun to think up the waking hell she's currently occupying?
eliza is anything but dismissive to the other woman (in every turn of phrase). she swallows as she sees xiomara approach her, attempting to stifle the feelings of betrayal that rise like bile in her throat. she actively reminds herself that xiomara isn't the one at fault - she was forcibly made a guilty party. (that doesn't make this hurt any less.)
the look on xiomara's face hits eliza in the gut - her apologies, her desperate resignations sting even worse. instinctually, she extends a hand to meet the other woman's; eliza remains focused on her skin, the bond that now holds them where her own words fail her.
"i don't ... blame you, xi. i promise, i don't, i just - ..." it's as if she burns to the touch. regretfully, eliza drops xiomara's hand, inhaling a shaky breath through her nose as she hides a trembling hand behind her back, "- ... i can't do this righ' now. i'm sorry, honey," she pleads, shaking her head: sorry that she can’t look past this. sorry that she isn’t stronger, sorry that angel thought with what’s between his legs rather than what’s inside his head & heart … sorry that this is the life that they’re living, "i'm sorry."
* MEME, still accepting / @godsdefied 🤍
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i will have written eliza for 12 years come this august.
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☀️ ARCHETYPE: THE GIRL WHO WEARS HER HEART ON HER SLEEVE. BRUTAL, BRUTAL LOVE. / private, very low activity blog - multifandom & disc*rd writer - loved by sophie since 2012.
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writing break 2 say: babie.
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i'm still in love with you. / ANGEL
she can't look at him. she can't have any of his stature in her path of sight, much less look him in the eye. (the sight of his body, even his shadow in front of her, is a threat that she can't seem to actualize.)
eliza can barely stomach being in the same room as him - hell, half of her wonders that if felipe and maverick weren't in the next room over, she'd be smashing all her surroundings to bits. she wants it to be that easy: wants to dispel rage from her fingertips & call it even. wants to hurt him the way that he hurt her, but it isn't the same - it isn't the fucking same. she feels like her lungs are filled with water. eliza can hardly breathe, and it's all his fault - the fault of the man that she loves, who stands before her with full & honest reciprocation: god, this would be easier if she could just hate him.
"this's how you treat the people you love?" her tone pricks with stifled emotion, focusing hard on staring directly down at her hands, "that scares me shitless for mav, angel. that is a fucked up thing to say t'me."
her anger is lethal. it bubbles and rises in her throat, falling just as quickly into a sour pit of hurt in her stomach. his words ring loudly in her ears - he's still in love with her. does he not understand the implications of his actions? does he just not know any better, or does he not care? she makes the mistake of looking up at him; the reflection of his eyes in her own adds spark to flame, a rock settling in her throat as she attempts to keep calm.
"i trusted ... i trusted you," a tear or two surpasses her threshold, eliza’s hands rising to angrily wipe them away (she doesn't want him to see her cry over him), "i learned to love you before i ever loved myself, an' you ruined that."
* MEME, still accepting / @godsdefied 🤍
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stop fucking looking at me! / tessa
she's hardly deterred by the profanity, or the intention that it comes with (she probably should be) - rather, eliza continues to look directly at tessa & approach slowly, though, without reprieve.
a hand extends to touch the other woman: tenderly, gently & with ample warning. eliza's fingers graze over her forearm, patiently awaiting to tame the wild beast before she really, truly digs in. she moves down to tessa's palms, eyes downturning to the red, marled skin over her knuckles, breath heavy with emotion as she exhales before looking directly at tessa again.
"why're you so cruel t'yourself?" she questions, rubbing circles with her thumb over tessa's palm, "why won't you accept love?"
* MEME, still accepting / @godsdefied 🤍
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she freezes in place as she sees tig getting up from his chair, wincing slightly as he holds the towel covering the small gash. her eyes dart between the sink & tig's hands now holding the minor injury, unable to meet his eyes for the time being; "i, um ... i was cleanin' dishes, an' the knife slipped." in all fairness, that's the truth of the matter - nothing more, nothing less.
for a moment, eliza's lips part, her heart pleading with her mind to allow every secret to come crumbling down in front of tig. killing donna is one thing, but gemma's assault & eliza's own run-in with weston? he can't know. he isn't supposed to know, and it isn't fully her secret to tell. god, she wants to - needs to. it’s eating her alive.
eliza falters for another moment, panic seizing in her throat as she takes her arm back from tig, nodding toward the corner of the kitchen, "first aid kit's in that cabinet," she murmurs, moving to lean against a nearby table; he knows her well enough to recognize that her mind is just as clouded as his. "i saw ope today - i think it ... shook me up."
@strnza
he sits in the living room, the television on but nobody is watching. he’s too busy thinking about all of the shit going on. the painful secret he’s been keeping from opie, that guilt is eating him up from the inside out. having to face that man every day knowing it was his own hand that killed his wife… there would be terrible repercussions if he revealed the truth, possibly his own death. honestly at this point? he’s almost ready to accept that fate.
he’s brought out of his thoughts by the one thing thats holding him together. that beautiful young musician who has bound herself to him… why he has no earthly idea. it would be better for her if she took off, ran away to los angeles to share her gift with the world. instead she chooses to stay in charming, and risk her life every day protecting the secrets of the club.
when gaze focuses, he can see a small amount of blood trickling down her wrist. panic sets in, and he’s on his feet and by her side in seconds. ❝ what happened? ❞ concern is etched in his features, hands covering the towel to keep the pressure on her injury.
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# 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙼𝟺𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂. an exploration of what it takes to be a STAR / 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 / trying to make your parents proud — LOW-ACTIVITY original character, by becky.
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are you mad at me? would you like to be
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visuals for u !
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SCENARIOS WITH UNDERTONES OF TENSION
1) one muse quietly sits beside the other while they cry so they won’t be alone and to make sure no one bothers them.
2) one muse rests their hands on the other’s shoulders from behind, intending to soothe them and intimidate an unwelcome third party.
3) one muse pulls the other into an alley or small space to avoid a third party, their faces a little too close together.
4) for our muses to get in an argument but after one muse steps closer while making a point, they get distracted by how near they are. bonus points for eyes wandering to the other’s lips.
5) for one muse to firmly grab a hold of the other while arguing, the touch slowly growing gentler as they recognize how strong their emotions are for them.
6) one muse discovers the other has placed themselves in a dangerous, under cover situation and steps in to help but gives them a severe look when no one is watching to indicate their disapproval.
7) one muse is in a precarious situation and thinks the rival muse is going to expose or betray them, but instead they help.
8) one muse can tell the other is hiding something and grabs a hold of their shoulders to keep them still and make them admit it.
9) one muse gives the other a brief casual touch, unintentionally stirring up emotions in the other who swears the warmth lingers on their skin.
10) one muse is in danger and the other takes hold of their hand to lead them to safety.
11) one muse is trying to intimidate the other in an attempt to push them away, but they step closer instead and refuse to let it affect them. bonus points for answering gruffness with gentleness.
12) a rival or antagonistic muse requires help and coerces the other into giving it to them, but it leads to them protecting the other muse with a little too much care.
13) rival or antagonistic muse gets hurt defending the other, who then forces them to let them treat the injury.
14) one muse figure out the other is hiding something from them and thinks it’s a betrayal, only to confront them and realize the other was protecting them ( possibly at great cost or sacrifice ).
15) a muse who is a rival or claims dislike of the other gets angry on their behalf and does something to get revenge for or protect them.
16) one muse tries to pick a fight with the other because they’re upset, but they refuse to participate and hug them until they stop struggling.
17) one muse has been holding a grudge only to discover the other has been secretly doing something to help them.
18) one muse broke the other’s trust and gets hurt doing something rash to try and win it back.
19) one muse gets hurt trying to help the other which leads to an argument, resulting in the one who was being protected to proclaim how much they care about the injured party.
20) one muse gets hurt trying to help the other which leads to an argument, resulting in the one injured to proclaim how much they care about the one they were protecting.
21) antagonistic muse sets out to kill the other, however the target is too accepting of their fate which makes the antagonist hesitant and curious.
22) one muse briefly touches the other but when they start to withdraw, the other places a hand over theirs to keep it in place.
23) one muse hugs a gruffer or rival muse and refuses to let go until they hug back.
24) an antagonistic or rival muse is given an act of kindness which baffles them and leads them to stare at the one who gave it with a puzzled expression.
25) a rival or antagonistic muse ends up being the unlikely person to be there when the other finally breaks down over something they have been suppressing for the sake of their loved ones.
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