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You never forget. It must be somewhere inside you. Even if the brain has forgotten, perhaps the teeth remember. Or the fingers.

Neil Gaiman (via heliatlus)

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Preaching to those who did not listen seemed to be a common occurrence for Edmond Dantès now. Religion was something that few in this city dabbled in and those that did? More often than not, he was shunned by them for not sharing the same beliefs as they had. God had been no close friend to the Avenger, it was sore topic to delve into actually. And so he had made it a point to go around, asking others what their opinion on God was. Some people would say that they believed in such an existence, that some higher power was always watching over them. He always begged to differ, sourly stating that there was no such thing. And they would turn him away, curse him into being a sinful non-believer and then he’d laugh because he didn’t care either way.

Today, though, he is quietly seated on a park bench. Cigarette hanging from his lips as he takes care to analyze the people who pass him by. A lot of things can be told from a person’s way of dress, how they carry themselves, and their manner of speech. None of them interest him. There is not a single person that piques his interest, except one.

There is something in the way that this man carries himself, something that radiates off of his person that makes Dantès raise his head in curiosity. For one who walks in the darkness, constantly covered by shadows and a heart filled with nothing but dark intentions, it is easy for Avenger to at least sense that something is amiss, something that could be grand. “You there.” He finally speaks up, rises to his feet and makes it known that, yes, he is talking to him. The cigarette that had previously been in his mouth is now held between his fore and index fingers. “What is your opinion on God?”

“Do you think him a false existence, or have you given yourself to him wholly?”

He'd done fine up until now avoiding extensive interaction--Jezabel had little interest in establishing contacts here yet, when so much was still unknown. He maintained positive acquaintanceship on the off chance that people started asking questions. Though this city was dense with unfortunate life, he's confident just the slums of London could boast more. He'd also reached the conclusion that some had been here longer than others--thus, their contact pool grew. He knew better than to get too comfortable, to assume the rumor mill would overlook him. In a city such as this, people talked. There was simply nothing better for them to do. He was not the biggest threat in this fourth layer of Hell, but he didn't need to be. In this particular sector, people went overlooked. He'd seen someone disappear, and no one was the wiser. Jezabel was not the kind to bed down for very long, but it was good to see his prospects. From his job he's at least acquired a pair of 'scrubs' and a white lab coat. The former doesn't portray the kind of professionalism that he's used to, but they were apparently the norm. Even better, they were cheap and easily disposable. He also carries a briefcase on his right, locked tight. It has a purpose as well, but that won't be enacted quite yet. His shoes were comfortable, and he found much more opportunity here to be lax in his grooming. Today, however, his hair is tied neatly back. Like everyone in this sector, he intends to disappear; from the streets, from the minds of anyone who passed him. Someone makes a direct address. Jezabel nearly manages to ignore it, but the implication of their eye contact was clear. It is the question which follows that makes him stay. God. Here it seemed, that name took many forms, became several entities. This wasn't the orient, but he'd studied enough alternative medicine to be familiar with polytheism. This man, however, didn't indicate such a view. His accent is familiar, obvious in moments. Jezabel adjusts his glasses. 

"Of course there is a God. Who else is fit to oversee misfortune?" he smiles, tone slightly upbeat, sure. "Now whether it was an angel or a devil in disguise that visited the virgin Mary that fateful evening-- that is what I would like to know."

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Eyes darted to see who had interrupted the Queen’s grooming, a lot of disinterest plain to see on that fluffy face of her’s. Her fur was a mess, fluffed up to no end, and no matter how hard she had tried thus far she was unable to get it to lay flat. So who even dared to interrupt he–

Oh, well would you look at that; food. As Elizabeth III cautiously sniffed at what was offered, she could help but scrunch her nose. This wasn’t food she knew, wasn’t made by a fine, trusted chef and fresh from the hour, but… It was food. Not only that, but it was food offered by a man who seemed to know exactly how beautiful she was.

So, for now, she’ll take what she could get. Without even a vocalization of any sort Elizabeth III moved to eat the bread and cheese offered to her. It was bland, dry, and of her three years of eating food perfectly tailored to her taste she had never tasted something so plain. She supposed Beggars couldn’t be Choosers.

She doesn't seem pleased with the offering, but that's hardly a surprise. It's fairly obvious that she's no stray, and a spoiled cat would settle for no less if given the choice. Not to mention they're predominantly being carnivores--he only wishes he had something better to offer. Oh well, the state of things couldn't exactly be changed. "Are you waiting for someone?" his voice is soft, conveying a detached endearment. He gives her a pause, a chance to answer. Jezabel gets lower then, on his stomach and propped upon elbows, intending to create an eye-level interaction. She could dart off at anytime, so it was better to foster some sort of trust before attempting to pick her up.   "I can help find them. There is no reason they wouldn't come looking for you." the former is a lie, and he's a convincing liar--he doubts the cat understands her situation, and would adjust in time to the change in lifestyle. He was satisfied taking care of her until she grew tired of him or someone more capable of supporting her lifestyle came along.   

"Feeling opposed, my Lady? It’s up to you, truly." he wasn’t so arrogant as to force something against her will--he was no hypocrite.  

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bold up to 10 traits in each section  that can be applied to your muse (sims 3 edition)

MENTAL: absent-minded | artistic | avant garde | bookworm | can’t stand art | computer whiz | eccentric |gatherer | excitable | genius | green thumb | handy | insane | natural cook | neurotic | nurturing | perceptive | photographer’s eye | savvy sculptor | unstable | virtuoso

PHYSICAL: athletic | brave | clumsy | couch potato | coward | disciplined | heavy sleeper | hydrophobic | light sleeper | lucky | loves the cold | loves the heat | loves to swim | neat | never nude | slob | unlucky

SOCIAL: born salesperson | brooding | charismatic | commitment issues | dislikes children | diva | dramatic | easily impressed | flirty | friendly | good sense of humor | great kisser | grumpy | hopeless romantic | inappropriate | irresistible | loner | loser | mean spirited | mooch | natural born performer | no sense of humor | party animal | proper | schmoozer | shy | snob | social butterfly | socially awkward | supernatural fan | supernatural skeptic | unflirty

LIFESTYLE: adventurous | ambitious | angler | animal lover | bot fan | cat person | childish | daredevil | dog person | eco-friendly | equestrian | evil | family-oriented | frugal | good | hates the outdoors |hot-headed | kleptomaniac | loves the outdoors | night owl | over-emotional | perfectionist |rebellious | star quality | technophobe | vegetarian | vehicle enthusiast | workaholic

OTHER TRAITS: allergic to fur | conversationalist | easily bored | easy going | hyperactive | outgoing | paranoid| people pleaser | procrastinator | vain

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meet the muse

LEGAL NAME: Jezabel Disraeli (Hargreaves, disowned)  ALIAS[ES]: "Death", his tarot position in Delilah, Dr. Allen, Dr. Sweeney, an unknown number of aliases DATE OF BIRTH:  July 10th GENDER | SPECIES: Male | Human  PLACE OF BIRTH: Rutland, England CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: Epsilon; previous to Hive he never stayed in one place for long.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES:  English, French, some Dutch EDUCATION: Jezabel for half of his childhood was self-taught in hopes of making his father happy. He studied hard, and was especially taken with the science of medicine. After being disowned, he was taken under the wing of various scientists within Delilah and quickly surpassed them. OCCUPATION: Doctor DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: Sometimes | Sometimes | No

LIKE[S]: Quiet times, daddy's approval, birds, animals in general, suffering, catching others off-guard, profiling, biology, chemistry DISLIKE[S]: his lame half-brother, his lame half-brother's pesky servant, humanity, seeing people in naive bliss, seeing happy families in general, animal abuse, arrogance, people who talk too much PERSONALITY TRAITS: unwavering, intense, self-loathing, nihilistic, two-faced, misanthropic, vindictive, patient, calculating, manipulative, gentle, empathetic, ruthless, always has a plan A, B, C, D and E, as well as an escape plan

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HAIRCOLOR: Ash Blonde

EYE COLOR: Blue

HEIGHT: 6'1

TATTOOS: None

PIERCINGS: None

{ F A M I L Y I N F O R M A T I O N }

SIBLING[S]: Cain Hargreaves (half brother), Merriweather Hargreaves (half sister), 2 unnamed sisters (deceased, same mother, unconfirmed father)

PARENT[S]: Alexis Hargreaves, Unnamed Mother (deceased)

CHILDREN: None

PET[S]: None, though he does spend a lot of time in an aviary

{ R E L A T I O N S H I P I N F O R M A T I O N }

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: Sex-repulsed, but perfectly willing to seduce someone/perform the act in order to get what he wants

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: N/A

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this ask meme is based on the blog gravesuggestion.  i’ve divided it up into two categories  ( light  &  dark )  based on the themes.  some of these can be somewhat triggering seeing that the darker ones deal with a lot of death mentions.  please be cautious before continuing on!!

L I G H T

‘  at night i dream of you.  ’ ‘  don’t give up yet.  you still have time to fix things.  ’ ‘  falling in love with someone else is not a personal attack.  ’ ‘  i am still so weak when it comes to you.  ’ ‘  i can’t believe i let myself let you down.  ’ ‘  i don’t care where we go when we die,  as long as i’m with you.  ’ ‘  i dream of saying to you all the words i held inside until it was too late.  ’ ‘  i feel so warm  &  safe when you talk to me.  maybe i could love you if you’d let me.  ’ ‘  i finally let the right people in  &  i have never felt so loved.  ’ ‘  i like the way your nails paint red stripes along my spine days after you’re gone.  ’ ‘  i lived in your permafrost for twenty years  &  then you looked at me  &  i felt the warmth of spring.  ’ ‘  i once wished you’d leave me alone,  but i take it back.  ’ ‘  i want to be able to love someone else,  but you stretch your arms  &  spread your legs inside my heart so that there is no room for anyone or anything else.  ’ ‘  i want to believe that we got it right this time.  ’ ‘  i wonder how much longer i can cling to your light before it expires completely.  ’ ‘  i would travel across the world to be by your side,  because as long as you are with me,  anywhere is a perfect place to me.  ’ ‘  it took me awhile to realize it myself,  but you are not what other people say you are.  ’ ‘  it’s not that i really need you,  but life would be pretty boring without you around.  there’s no one i would rather be with.  ’ ‘  i’d like to stay like this for awhile.  ’ ‘  life  &  death don’t have to be so boring,  let’s make both an adventure.  ’ ‘  life imitates art,  they say.  i didn’t believe it until i started to notice the way your eyelashes look so much like tiny ink stroke.  ’ ‘  live your life so that when you die,  souls will come for miles just to hear your historic tales.  ’ ‘  make your exes jealous  &  your past self proud.  ’ ‘  maybe you’re what i needed to find in order to move on.  ’ ‘  never get caught falling harder.  they’ll never let you back up.  ’ ‘  please don’t go.  ’ ‘  some days it’s easier to just stop fighting it  &  succumb.  ’ ‘  sometimes,  you’ll find it hard to keep going,  but you always will.  ’ ‘  the desire i feel for you is that same itching,  insidious hunger that an addict has for their addiction.  ’ ‘  the worst thing about you is that you weren’t all bad.  ’ ‘  there is absolutely nothing  &  no one who can stop me.  ’ ‘  there is no route of losing you that is without pain.  ’ ‘  there’s still room for adventure  &  there is no one i’d rather have by my side.  ’ ‘  things didn’t turn out the way i planned,  but i’m alright with that.  ’ ‘  we could be really incredible together,  you know?  ’ ‘  you are beautiful  &  vibrant  &  confident.  you are light  &  laughter incarnate  &  every fiber of your being screams freedom  &  joy.  when i am with you,  i am truly happy.  ’ ‘  you are starlight incarnate,  from the grand way you sway your hips to the wide mysterious way you think.  blessed are any to be loved by you.  ’ ‘  you are too afraid of the future to let go of a past that was never kind to you.  ’ ‘  you call me yours  &  i have no idea what that even means to you.  ’ ‘  you remind me of bubblegum  &  sweets;  soft  &  pink  &  warm.  you are strong in the gentlest way.  you are so stubbornly kind.  i wish i could be like that.  ’ ‘  you still visit me while i sleep sometimes.  your fingers trace my spine  &  i listen to you breathe.  please stop haunting me.  ’ ‘  ‘morbid curiosity’ is a wonderful way to describe how i feel about you.  ’

D A R K

‘  a thousand empty bottles  &  fist fights will never return to us what we lost that day.  ’ ‘  everyone else has moved on,  but i am still here.  ’ ‘  everything about you screams danger.  ’ ‘  everything is worthless to you  &  you,  in turn,  became worthless.  ’ ‘  for once in my life i want to be surrounded by people that i don’t feel like i need to impress.  ’ ‘  freedom is really hard to get used to.  ’ ‘  how could you do this to me?  how fucking could you?  ’ ‘  i am becoming everything we always dreamed of  &  i am leaving you behind.  ’ ‘  i buried you so well that you might as well have died.  ’ ‘  i can rest easy knowing that the person i love is dead  &  not the monster you became.  ’ ‘  i can’t look at you.  not now,  not ever.  ’ ‘  i don’t ask how you’ve been.  what’s the point?  you’d lie anyways.  ’ ‘  i dream of hearing the words i so desperately needed to lay your memory to rest.  ’ ‘  i haunted this house first.  there is no room for you here.  ’ ‘  i have a right to be upset.  i loved them too, you know.  ’ ‘  i just want it to end.  i want it to all go away.  i want to go away.  ’ ‘  i may be a wolf in sheep’s clothing,  but a snake hiding in the skin of a mouse is far more dangerous.  ’ ‘  i saw your face today  &  didn’t feel anything.  i am free.  ’ ‘  i tried to save you,  but you didn’t want to be saved.  you just wanted someone to suffer with you.  ’ ‘  it’s almost as if you were never here.  ’ ‘  it’s unhealthy to do these things,  you tell me.  you say it’s time to stop smoking,  time to stop gambling,  &  dammit,  i f you don’t stop drinking it’ll kill you.  i sure hope you’re right,  darling.  ’ ‘  i’m always pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to kill you in my mind  ’ ‘  i’m not really scared to die.  i’m more afraid that no one will miss me when i’m gone.  ’ ‘  i’m not the person you left behind anymore.  there’s no one here to miss.  ’ ‘  i’ve been dead far longer than i’ve been alive.  ’ ‘  i’ve eaten nothing but flower petals  &  ivy for weeks because i want to be beautiful inside like you.  ’ ‘  i’ve never been completely satisfied.  i most likely will still be unsatisfied long after my death.  ’ ‘  no motive other than pleasure,  my dear.  ’ ‘  one day i’ll go or you will.  either way,  it will be as if i’m losing a piece of myself.  ’ ‘  our dreams  &  promises decay along with you.  ’ ‘  the leaves change,  but nothing else does.  ’ ‘  the only difference between avoiding  &  leaving is that now i’m not waiting up for you.  ’ ‘  there is no such thing as a person who is required to love you.  ’ ‘  there’s only so much that can be done to repair old damage.  ’ ‘  things aren’t going as i hoped.  maybe if i die,  i can start over again?  better luck next time.  ’ ‘  this is not something to be proud of.  this is a tragedy.  ’ ‘  trying to get rid of me?  oh honey,  you’ll have to try much harder than that.  ’ ‘  trying to get under my skin?  you’re nothing more than a pesky itch.  ’ ‘  unlike you,  i can’t hide my identity when it becomes an inconvenience or a danger.  ’ ‘  weeping is for gods  &  martyrs,  we cannot afford such luxuries.  ’ ‘  would you even miss me?  ’ ‘  you are not important enough to earn an eternal place in my heart.  ’ ‘  you complain nonstop about being unloved  &  alone,  i can’t imagine what you’d be like if that were actually true.  ’ ‘  you don’t know what it’s like.  ’ ‘  you made this so fucking easy for me.  ’ ‘  you should see me as a threat.  i will tear down everything you know until there is nothing left of you.  i am a walking threat.  ’ ‘  you think i’m already gone,  but i’m still fighting.  ’ ‘  you think i’m dead,  but i’m just dying.  ’ ‘  you were never an addiction,  you were a fucking disease.  ’ ‘  you wouldn’t dare cross me.  i am god  &  you are the soil beneath my feet.  ’ ‘  your existence takes up so much more space in mine that we might as well be one entity.  ’ ‘  your fingers are so cold  &  bruised,  but you’re still slamming your fists again the barricade as if it makes a difference.  ’ ‘  your hair is tied in a noose  &  your fingernails are razor blades,  your lips are poison  &  i will gratefully kiss them.  ’ ‘  your hatred has a body count  &  we will not forget.  ’ ‘  your loss,  not mine.  ’ ‘  you’re a sick fuck.  you know that?  ’ ‘  you’re not gentle with me  &  i would never ask you to be.  ’ ‘  you’ve trapped yourself so thoroughly in your own mind that it’s not even a rut anymore,  it’s a pit.   ’

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hagayari:

“ marriage isn’t something you should take lightly, you know. once you’re married, you and the person you love are bound together for as long as you live. ”

“...you can hardly blame those that do--it’s not within everyone’s ability to imagine a life-long commitment.” 

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gaiabein:

 A sandwich? “It resembles one but I don’t think it’s just another sandwich.” Given that he had seen them before himself. Unless his years in the darkness had left him behind with the current times.

Jezabel straightens his collar, lips pursed in a frown.

“An astute observation. I suppose the vendor didn’t do you the service of stating what you were sold?”

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“...that is the strangest sandwich I have ever seen.” 

 “Wow — this is really good. What’s this called exactly,” judgment pressed merely after a couple of bites.

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He does what anyone should have done--pulls out his ration for lunch that day. Cats had trouble digesting dairy, but a little cheese went a long way in protein so it did more good than harm. It’s the only thing he has on him at the moment--cheese and bread. So Jezabel cuts a small morsel and, after a careful approach, kneels and opens his hand to display his offering.

“You’re the first joy I’ve come across in this slum. You are too good to be here, Mademoiselle.”

“… Mrrrow.”

Looks like someone’s not too happy. She’s hungry and her fur hasn’t been brushed in far too long. Someone’s going to get an earful because of this as soon as she finds someone to give an earful to.

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baddestdangerboy:

Here’s a fucking weirdo if Badou ever saw one. And the teen sees them daily. This, though, this is different. Unparalleled weirdness. 

“Are you fucking high,” is what he provides instead of something spiritual.

If this guy is a disney princess then Badou is a prophet. 

The question is blunt, what he'd expect based on his first impression. Jezabel's expression doesn't waver, instead turning his attention to the bird now scooting its way down his forearm. It fluffs its feathers and coos, at total peace. He's not sure what the boy means, though that tone implied enough. "...right, because those don't exist. All that is here is us...and the birds." suddenly the creature expands its wings, and flies away.  

"If there really were a god, you think he'd give us wings. Seems unfair otherwise, doesn't it?"

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sacrifera:

      Even irritated, she would like to believe she isn’t completely unreasonable (though she can and has been, with the right circumstances). So when the apology comes, she hesitates a moment, head canting curiously at he procurement of a broken pair of glasses. Well– that certainly explains how he didn’t notice someone of her not inconsiderable height making their way down the street.            “Ah, they’re broken…?

          Certainly, she now feels bad, given the apparent state of both his sight and his glasses. It’s hardly fair to really blame him given the circumstances, is it?            “Well… hmm– I did get it nearby, but I’m thinkin’ th’ state’a your glasses is a little more pressin’ at th’ moment. I can fix those, if ya want?” 

Her accent...it reminds him vaguely of how he recalls the older generation sounding, before that surging split occurred between middle and lower class. Those suddenly able to feed their families and live in comparative splendor had done everything in their power to separate from their past selves...even so far as to follow trends dictating style of speech. After that, it's just a matter of noticing how tall she was--amongst other things. Blinking furiously his vision comes into focus. She's beautiful, too--and it's that overwhelming sort of allure that guaranteed she'd heard as much most of her life. Jezabel continues to profile while cleaning his glasses, snuffling like he'd gotten a cold. Her concern for his welfare is just another notch on his list. "Wha...oh, you're right! A little bit of tape would do the trick, wouldn't it? Silly me not to think of that." he grins sheepishly, offering an eye contact boldly uncharacteristic of his currently-styled persona. 

"I'm sure if we find some place with tape, there may also be food. Please allow me to make up for my blunder." 

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