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perseides​:

you practice resurrection every night / raising the dead under the moonlight who: @deathsrites​ where: abandoned field somewhere  when: a few days after the earthquake

the air feels heavier, days longer, spring is here— it comes with a sort of weird feeling, beside the whole earth shattering thing that happened which was so weird (the barista had looked at him as if he was crazy when he mentioned it as a weak attempt at flirting, suffices to say it didn’t work). auggie cannot recall the last time he slept so bad, but he figures it’s only gonna be in passing. sport will do him good, move his heavy limbs around to wake them up.

he’s glad matty accepted his invitation; though timid their relationship is right now, auggie cannot say he doesn’t appreciate the other man’s personality. there’s a calmness to him, that settles something in his own chaotic mind. and if the dude got him to kick a ball again well…that’s just added bonus.

he’s waiting on the field; all empty, on a less crowded side of the island, closer to matty’s, doing tricks with the ball, when movement catches his attention and the ball rolls away from him. he jogs towards the other man, eyebrows up to his hairline. “wow, you look like crap. you okay, dude?”

       When he agreed to the football match matthew didn’t take into consideration two things, spring and his damned allergies that followed the season. Of course he didn’t have any control over the random voices that had decided to make their presence known in the waking world after the weird earthquake either. He wasn’t going to cancel on auggie though, their friendship slowly becoming something meaningful to him even with his past with gigi haunting it.  Verbally groaning as a welcome to auggies presence he offers him a small shrug of his shoulders while he prepares to sneeze into his elbow. “ Spring has decided it hates me again. “ matthew grumbles out rubbing at his temples like it would eliminate the tension headache. “ I hate that you look so– “ he pauses to eye auggie. “ Peppy” 

       giving his whole body a shake he fully stands letting out another groan. Pointing a finger at augustus he grabs the ball. “ You’re going to have to take it easy on me this time around okay ? You can’t judge my performance.”   

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nowhereinn​:

𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 : paddy whack , opening hours 𝙖𝙫𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙮 :  @deathsrites

🌱 — gigi rubbed her eyes , still trying to get out of the grogginess slump. her dreams became more and more chaotic , but the bigger issue was she was losing control. jumping from one to the other , sucking up all her energy. it was early morning and gigi didn’t dare to try to sleep again , so she freshened up and made her way to the store. it wasn’t needed , but there was still a few more hours until opening so to pass time she fixed each little knick knack’s placement. being half awake when she entered , gigi had forgotten to lock the door behind her which was why she was completely surprised when she heard the chimes of the new doorbell. she whipped her body around , picking up the nearest thing to her ( a small clock ) and held it up. her cautioned eyes were almost immediately replaced with confused ones. ‘ matthew… ’, gigi muttered. the two of them had decided to patch things up a few weeks back , but she still did everything in her power to make sure they didn’t run into each other. her blue eyes fell down to the colorful shorts with those annoying palm trees that she had once despised long ago. ‘ wha- why are you wearing that ? ’, she continued to ask questions , setting the clock down and bringing a hand to her lips to hold back laughter she knew was coming.

             matthew had been meaning to check out the store that had sported a familiar warm phrase from his past for a while now. Honestly, when he had been told about it he couldn’t wait to get in and see what kind of knick knacks he’d find and restore. now he was finding it hard to keep his eyes from closing and his excitement while there was muted. there were voices yelling at him for his attention at all hours of the day and even when he caved and would speak with them those same conversations would follow him into his dreams. To put it bluntly he was exhausted mentally and physically so he didn’t even realize he didn’t change his clothes at all. At the question his eyes narrowed and his neutral expression soured at her reaction. Eyes following down to his attire matthew groaned before sending a pointed glare the female's way. “ I didn’t even know I was wearing these. “ he grumbled out rubbing his eyes. “ I haven’t exactly been sleeping the greatest, but what are you doing here ? “ matty wasn’t exactly surprised to see her there. they had spent a great time restoring random knick knacks, but the name of the store and then seeing gigi it was enough to send him into a small spiral regardless of them being friendly now.

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dispensingdues​:

A  NEW  SPRING  -  dora & matthew 

          "did  i  feel  it  too?“  she  repeated.  "so  you  felt  it?  it’s  not  just  me?”

           by  this  point,  she  wasn’t  leaning  against  the  traffic  light  for  a  break,  it  was  entirely  for  support  as  the  numbness  travelled  her  body.  matty’s  immediacy  was  appreciated.  dora  looked  up  at  him  at  last. “i’m  not  okay  and  i’m  sorry  to  do  this,”  she  reached  out  before  he  could  question  her,  begging  to  feel  anything  else.  concern,  confusion,  relief.  their  skin  met  and  his  energy  felt  sturdy  by  comparison  to  the  others;  more  involuted,  thicker  to  penetrate,  though  not  impossible.  

           involuntarily  her  eyes  closed  and  she  sighed  as  the  stupor  eased.  for  someone  who  ran  from  her  own  emotions  most  of  the  time,  dora  sure  didn’t  like  their  absence.  she  reminded  herself  to  cling  to  the  small  sense  of  respite  she  had  stolen  from  him.  she  could  hug  him  now,  having  already  made  contact,  and  so  she  did.  dora  squeezed  tightly  around  matty’s  shoulders  before  letting  go.  “what’s  wrong?”

         “ Well yeah ? “ he starts to question what she means by ‘ you felt it too ? ‘ but stops at the urgency of her touch. Nerves swirling in his stomach at the contact he forces himself to stay sturdy for her though. he has trouble keeping the concern from flowing through. He'd been so concerned by dora that the noise in his head had all but lessened, finally. Returning her hug laughing under his breath as they part. “ Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that ? You had me quite literally worried.” he states softly not exactly avoiding her question because he was genuinely concerned. Dora had conquered her way into his inner circle and he cared fiercely for them. “ I’m hearing their voices awake it’s just very loud. “ it’s a small whisper and he prays that he’s coming across nonchalant rather than unnerved despite how much he was. “ Though they’re quiet right now.. What’s happening ? “

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levina-garcia​:

Where: Trojan Horse Ranch

Closed Starter: @deathsrites

Levina couldn’t sleep and found herself slipping out of her apartment, wandering around the island. She didn’t know what brought her to the ranch of all the places she could go. There was something about the horses that called to her. She climbed over the fence. Could she get into trouble? Most definitely, but this feeling inside of her couldn’t be ignored. 

Cautiously she approached one of the horses, a hand held out for them to rub their nose against. A smile crossed her features, a hand coming up to brush at the side of their face. “You are beautiful.” She murmurs, her forehead resting against hers. There was this urge to ride her, but it was a voice that held her off. 

She knew the voice, having bought medication over a few times for Owen.

“Matthew?” Vina gave a kiss on the horse muzzle before moving towards where she heard the voice. “Are you okay?” She calls out. 

     after awhile of the nagging matthew finally caved to the whispers. finally talking with them though only when he was alone, away from the judgmental eyes of the public and what better place to lose your mind talking to people who weren’t there then the ranch. at least then if he was caught he could lie and say he was talking to the horses. tempe the majestic percheron was to his side, she was a gift from his mother and when he felt like he was particular losing it the horse helped center him. “ No, I’m not going to take beer to a grave and pour one out for you.” he utters under his breath in a ridiculous tone.

jumping slightly at levina’s presence matty tries to laugh it off. “ Levina ? Y- Yeah I’m good just making small talk with Tempe.... What are you doing ? “ quickly inquiring to try and get the subject away from him. 

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estellasoul​:

            𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓; 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝖘𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙

when — either the night of or the night after, whatever suits the best, around 1am

where — heading home from a night out, likely at olympus nightclub, they’re walking home at the moment

estella had been feeling uneasy, though a little time had passed… there was still a strange, foreign and very slight trembling that stayed somewhere deep down in their chest.   that was why she decided to take her heels off, let them dangle from her hands as she walked home.   though it was about twenty minutes away, estella needed it.  the fresh, sea air filled their lungs with each deep breath, and (because estella KNEW the way home like it was hardwired into her DNA) — most of the time she was walking was spent with her eyes upturned to the open, vividly starry sky and drank in the calmness that the night ALWAYS brought.

soon enough, though, her eyes turned downward to a normal sightline estella noticed someone approaching the opposite way, and out of pure and a deep curiosity, asked… “enjoying the night?”

       since the sudden earthquake that only a select few seemed to feel matthew  has had headphones glued to his head for most of the 34 hours to blare out the voices. however now that the sky was dark they had quieted down to a whisper at least and that was manageable. matthew could handle whispers. he still hadn’t decided if he was going to talk back to them yet, a part of him was enjoying hearing the whispers, found it somewhat comforting. jumping at the figure matthew gently laughed. “ Yes ma’am I am... Are you?”

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dispensingdues​:

A  NEW  SPRING  -  closed  @deathsrites

          dora  has  already  felt  the  quake.  it  didn’t  occur  to  her  that  perhaps  it  was  all  in  her  head  until  she  bumped  into  a  passer-by,  robbed  of  any  grace  in  walking  as  she  went  over  on  her  ankle  when  the  rumbles  hit.  they  placed  a  hand  on  her  shoulder,  asking  if  she  was  okay,  and  suddenly  concern  washed  over  her.  it  was  edged  with  a  nasty  suspicion  and  dora  jumped  back,  spooking  the  middle-aged  woman  away.  fuck,  she  thought,  not  this.  she  had  to  test  the  theory  and  brushed  her  hand  on  the  next  person  she  walked  past  -  receiving  a  big  hit  of  emotional  numbness.  it  wasn’t  a  good  sign  her  freaky  skill  was  going  haywire  but  at  least  this  time  it  was  neutral.  coming  to  the  next  set  of  traffic  lights,  dora  stopped  to  lean  against  the  pole  and  sent  out  a  text.

📨  matttyyyyyyyyy  it’s  dora  where  are  you  i  need  to  see  you 📨  something  really  weird  is  going  on 📨  help

           was that really an earthquake or was he actually starting to lose his mind were the first thoughts that invaded matthew’s head after them it didn’t take long at all before the whispers began. luckily he found that they became almost mute with the help of his headphones until his phone alerted him to dora’s texts. concern coating his features as he readily texts her back to get her location before he’s out the door of his apartment; always ready to jump for another’s troubles. they weren’t far from another, but that didn’t mean his steps weren’t heavy and faster than usual. ever since alex’s birthday party dora had become a confidante and close friend. she was the only one to know of his dreams, and now he had to tell her that he could hear them now. “ Dora ? Are you okay ? Did you feel the earthquake too ?” he inquires softly resisting the urge to touch her just in case she was experiencing something as well.  

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auggie cause they’d be so sweet together I think.

👀 I mean they are pretty sweet and his threat did have matty feeling some type of way. essentiallyto get matty to question his sexuality just softly threaten him. @perseides

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Has anyone said Matty and Val? Because... well, damn, what a power couple 👀

no dear anon they have not, but I could definitely see them being a bit of a power couple. I think they’d butt heads a bit though matty is a bit of a pushover when he’s infatuated. @imeuryale

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thought it makes zero sense, i think linna and matty because i think theres something poetic about hades and death with eos and dawn light

poetic indeed. I’m a sucker for a light and dark analogy. @rcsyfingers

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shipping him with lilac, because the way they see beauty in the things they love is so CUTE and neither of them seem to realize it. aaaaaaaand also theyre both sexy asf but that's just my own biases

this is very cute and I agree they do see the beauty in things they enjoy & I think that matty would even start to see it in stuff lilac enjoyed even. you are not wrong there my friend. @deathsflcwers

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i think gigi just because i think she would bring out a different side of him.

i think you’re right she does have a way of pushing all of his buttons to get any type of reaction. she would play him like a fiddle @nowhereinn

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lilac because they're a good balance

i agree, I think they could balance one another out. @deathsflcwers

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shipped with lilac, i'm a hades and persephone Trash

listen, I’m also hades and persephone trash so I get it. @deathsflcwers

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with Lilac cause i love the classic Hades/ persephone ship

it’s definitely a classic one & I enjoy it too. @deathsflcwers

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who do you romantically ship my muse with and why?

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mementomorifm​:

status: open  location: anywhere outside.

It was like this every year. No what matter what medication Harley took, the spring air always got to him. All day his eyes watered and he had this booming headache. Physically he felt horrible but he also felt just as horrible that he was about to ruin this day he had planned out. “I’m sorry about all this.” Harley rubbed his face for the hundredth time today.  They had planned this outing for weeks and now his allergies were going to ruin it. “I need to take a break. Give me a second to … “ He paused to hold back a sneeze. He groaned. “We can still continue. I’m fine.”  

     matty felt for his friend, spring had always brought out matthew’s own allergies as well, though they weren’t to the height of harley’s yet. “Don’t mention it if I don’t take my antihistamines daily I’d be in the same boat bud. Spring should be apologizing to us.” stating with a wave of his hand. “ Do you want to head back? We could get some lunch inside maybe give you a break? “ they could always come back to the bay to look for matthew’s keys he had lost earlier in the day. 

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deathsflcwers​:

𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫; 𝔟𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰   /  spring flower rush

to  say  lilac  had  been  experiencing  an  episode  of  melancholy  was  fairly  accurate,  between  work  (if  needed)  and  normal  errands  she  turned  to  quiet  reclusiveness.    her  home  was  her  safe  place,  everything  in  it  she  had  orchestrated,  designed  and  picked  out.    soaking  in  the  hot  tub,  enjoying  the  curated  beauty  of  her  garden  —  it  had  helped,  and  it  seemed  when  spring  arrived  lilac  felt  whole  again,  ready  to  re-emerge  into  the  living  world.    gathering  some  roses  from  the  front,  organising  a  bouquet  that  had  been  ordered,  lilac  smiled  at  a  potential  customer  that  was  passing  by.    it  was  a  busy  day,  a  nice  day,  and  the  foot  traffic  on  the  island  was  quite  heavy.      “here,”  she  offered  a  soft-hued  rose  to  the  person,  “it  matches  your  outfit,”  lilac  smiled.

      matthew was unusually grumpier than normal and while he loved to blame it on it the usual weekday blues he knew deep down it was because spring was here and with it allergies. jumping slightly at the sudden rose matty laughed eyes looking down at his sweater and shoes. “ I don’t see how it matches Li, but you’re the one that knows more about fashion than I do.” he says taking the flower from her hands softly careful not to touch a thorn. “You look livelier than ever spring your favorite season Miss Liliac? “