#divinetenebris

[likehaunting101]

"why do you have that look on your face?" From Charlie (duh lmao) @divinetenebris

and to think -- she thought that she had such a pristine mask. eyes were fixed on the ducks in front of her that she was currently feeding even as she heard his question, and the corner of her mouth twitched into a grimace. "i don't have a LOOK..." her attempted argument fell flat though considering her brow was furrowed and her bottom lip had been jutting out into an absolutely pathetic pout.

she sighed. then again, jackie had always been somewhat of an open book -- for better or worse. "it's NOTHING." in the grand scheme of things it truly was nothing, and yet... here she was. "okay, it's just like -- i was trying to see if travis could help with something and lottie got all weird and didn't LET him? which... makes, like, NO sense. she's not his mom or something. i don't know, it's just... i can't believe she's still holding onto this wilderness stuff. i feel BAD for travis."

[essentiamortis]

continued from here. || @divinetenebris

the offender's words hold little meaning to the princess of erebus. he is a small man offended that she would turn down his offer of a marriage. she is well aware of her age - that most young woman her age would have been married off to any man of their father's choosing by now. it was quite unbecoming for a princess to not be married. only one of her sister's was married - her eldest sister, macaria - whom fell in love with their father's lieutenant, thanatos. king hades believed in love - and he found his love in that of the queen persephone. he only wished for their children to find the same. elizabeth does often lay awake in bed most nights wondering if she'll ever find anyone.

stza's swift action to defend her honor had taken her by surprise - the man who'd moments before were spewing hatred and wicked words towards her now laid within a puddle on his own blood, curled up in a fetal position. elizabeth felt no pity towards him - her concern was solely on stza. the blood sprayed upon his face made him look more handsome - warrior like - and he'd been the first and only one to not hesitate. all eyes are upon them when she wipes some blood from his cheek - scandalizingly using her thumb instead of a cloth.

even with the all the eyes upon them - she presses a kiss to his cheek, "you have no reason to thank me - i am the one who should be thanking you." she glances down at the crumbled form of the man - "i doubt he'll be offending anyone anymore." she returns her gaze to her guard, "go ahead and bathe. i'll bring you some fresh linens to change into. it's the least i can do."

[resplendentdare]

@divinetenebris asked: [[ hurt ]] - sender is badly wounded and comes to receiver for help (from charlie or aurelia!)

It was the middle of the night when Saskia was woken up by a desperate pounding on the door, groaning as she rolled out of bed; she opened the door to see Charlie almost bleeding out in her entranceway.

Waking up fully almost instantly, she picked him up from the floor and brought him inside. "Are you okay?! What happened?!" She almost yelled as she gently placed him on her couch before grabbing her med kit from the bathroom.

[citizenstarlight]

🍆  from let's say cindy and/or aurelia

“Ѡ” from jackie and/or charlie

send starlight a nude. ★ accepting

[ msg → aurelia ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ] oh gosh. you look amazing.

[ msg → aurelia ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ] no one's ever sent me ones of these before. 

[ msg → aurelia ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ] well not from weird fans in my dms.

[ msg → aurelia ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ] okay, i'm going to try.

[ msg → aurelia ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ] but i doubt i will look as good as you.

[ msg → aurelia ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ] 

[chaos--mode]

@divinetenebris embraced the chaos : “God, we stink.” from stza or jackie

Ren snorts, rolling her shoulders back as she pushes herself back to her feet.

❝ i mean, you definitely reek. ❞ she sidesteps around him, a cheeky smirk lifting the corner of her lips so that she flashes just a hint of fang. ❝ i, on the other hand, smell like cotton candy and sea spray. ❞

Sparring/Training Sentence Starters. ( currently accepting! )

[misquigley]

@divinetenebris ( jackie ) gets a semi plotted thing.

They weren't supposed to be out here. They weren't supposed to be celebrating their looming demise. Yet here they were and everyone was in good spirits, mostly. At least she was, she wasn't sure about everyone else, but there had always been plans to attend the dance. Plans just changed as far as location was concerned. But there was one, small detail that she couldn't do on her own because she lacked the knowledge.

"Thanks again, Jackie," she murmured, sitting across from the other. Jackie always looked beautiful, her make up and hair done, and she was just really pretty. Aside from appearing like she knew what she was doing, the soccer captain was the only one who didn't ignore her. Or treat her differently nor made her feel like she was annoying. But she was still relieved that Jackie agreed to help her.

"Wish we were doing this under better circumstances," Misty mused with a smile, doing her best to not stare directly at her. Yet it was almost impossible to do given their proximity, that and she had always had a small crush on the other girl.

[ribbonup]

୨୧╼ It had been quite some time since Violet had been in school. Before the great fire that irrevocably changed her life, she enjoyed school. One of her most cherished memories was winning a school science competition, and her parents taking her out for root beer floats to celebrate. Then there was the absolutely dreaded Prufrock Prep where she suffered a variety of abuses and inhuman treatment but not only Count Olaf but Vice Principal Nero.

        While Violet had met an assorted cast of terrible fiends, there were people who treated her kindly even at her lowest. Charlie was one of those who had shown kindness to the Baudelaires. Something that she would never forget. Even now with so many years passed, she recognized him. His eyes were still gentle as they always had been.

         Violet bit her bottom lip, a bit nervous. If she were a normal woman who lived a normal life, she would have had no reservations in approaching him. However, nothing had been normal for her for a long time. Even now there were those who held a vendetta against her. The worst part was some of it was warranted. Survival did not come without a cost. To reveal whom, she was to anyone was not an easy task.

        Perhaps Violet was being foolish – but in the end she decided to take the chance. She made her way towards Charlie. “Hello, I do not mean to interrupt. But you look awfully familiar. I believe we went to school together.”

@divinetenebris ( charlie ) ୨୧ starter call. 

[wavrlywizard]

@divinetenebris liked for a starter

" ... I think you're lost." normally alex was the one wondering off not knowing where she was, or what she was doing. "Or you look lost.."

[p1tgirl]

@divinetenebris liked for a starter! (maybe for jackie or laura lee hmmm?) -> big yellow taxi - joni mitchell

"don't it always seem to go -- that you don't know what you've GOT till it's GONE."

[blumhouses]

@divinetenebris asked: “I’m so proud of you, you know that?” from cindy or aurelia to kelani

Kelani smiled, bumping her shoulder against Aurelia. "Thanks, you're the only person outside of my little makeshift family that's ever said that to me. Means a lot, especially when I'm not really sure of myself a lot of the time."

[flappervcmp]

“You asleep?” from stza or charlie

"Yes." Annie's eyes were closed as she spoke, refusing to accept the fact that she hadn't even attempted to sleep yet. Just laying there with her eyes closed in the dark as though she'd actually fall asleep this century.

"Why? D'you need somethin'?"

[essentiamortis]

@divinetenebris sent a raven : "Take a breath. It's over." (also from stza after a nightmare from her)

the silk of her night dress bunches up around her thighs as she moves closer to him - a bit difficult task given the silk nature of her sheets. another night of terrors haunting her dreams leaving her breathless and slick with cold sweat. no doubt another set of sheets ruined but the king of erebus always insisted on the finest of materials for his household - regardless of how easily damaged they were. sheets be damned - it was to be a morning problem for now - her savior was here. the nightmares always eased up whenever he slept near. her onyx-black hair is down - loose curls framing her face as she glances up at him - tears brimming in her eyes. "please - will you stay?" the tears fall and she buries her face in his shirt as she sobs. "i feel like i'm going delirious from these nightmares. i-" her voice breaks, "i-i don't know what to do..."

[plmrz]

" you really are the best of the best. of the best. "

van stares blankly at her, working their thumbs over the hardened callouses in their palms and wondering, not for the first time, what it is about the capitol that makes its residents so spectacularly incapable of reading the fucking room.

" uh, yeah. thanks. " it's not like it's her fault, this wide-eyed girl who can't be much older than van, if at all. to her, this is exciting. it's a leg up. she gets to ride their bloody coattails all the way to the end of the victory tour, and after that? who knows what'll happen.

hard to cultivate shame or emotional intelligence when you live in an echo-chamber. sure, twenty-three kids are dead and their murders were broadcast as entertainment — but wasn't it such a great show?

needless to say they're less than thrilled by the prospect of more time spent smiling and playing nice for the camera, but what they want or don't want doesn't matter. whether they like it or not, they'll be spending a lot of time with their new stylist. might as well make it as painless as possible.

" sorry, what did you say your name was? "

@divinetenebris

[citizenstarlight]

★ ╼ “I love your style."

mini - starter call. ★  thorn ( @divinetenebris )

[chaos--mode]

SPIDER-PERSON STARTER

it's a pretty normal Saturday afternoon for Glitterbomb, dealing with bad guys and chaos and just, like, whatever shtick they've got going on. like, seriously, do all the criminals in this city have to have some sort of costume and an overly convoluted monologue? gosh, it's all just a total yawn.

someone almost gets squished by some flying debris, and that's just so typical, really. Ren barely manages to swoop in and snatch @divinetenebris out of the way before she gets flattened like a pancake. it's all just wrap up now, though ; the cops ( ugh, gag her with a spoon ) have got the baddies handled from here.

the alley where she lets the woman down is quiet and only mildly groddy. Ren steps back after making sure the other is steady enough to stand on her own. ❝ you all good? got all your regular limbs, nothing missing, no internal bleeds or anything major? ❞

it's Glitterbomb's typical onceover, black mesh eyes narrowing as she does her best examination without getting, like, too familiar with a total stranger. it's not until she looks up again that she stops. cause, like, totally not, right? there's just no way –

her voice is pitched up in excitement when she squeaks out ; ❝ oh my gosh, wait, i totally know you! you're the lead in that band, right, Hex Girls. holy shit i love you guys! ha. that's so cool. ❞

and now, despite the whole, like, hero and the person they just saved thing going on, suddenly Ren's the one that's all starry-eyed and starstruck. or whatever.

❝ can you sign, uh ... ❞ hands flail at her sides for a moment. god, of course she doesn't have her autograph book on her right now. all she's got is ... well, maybe? ❝ can you sign my daydream bomb? ❞

Glitterbomb holds it out to Thorn, so very gently. it's a palm-sized little sphere, bright pink, with a single seam circling the whole way 'round and little spots of glitter here and there. it barely weighs a thing.

❝ just, uh, careful with that. there's a totally wicked hallucinogenic in there. ❞

[sc4torccio]

@divinetenebris asked: "I need a win." from jackie

" we all need a fucking win, jackie, " natalie shot back, half - distracted, half run through with barely bitten - back frustration. the communal rifle she'd commandeered charge of, for the most part, stayed leaning up against the bend of her bared knee. they all felt it, of that she was sure. the nights were getting cooler, the days clipped indeterminably shorter; the sun barely peeked over the vast, sprawling tree line, even now.

gone were the days of dwelling on home, on anything but food or shelter. the ramshackle tin - can of a trailer she'd left behind — and her nearly catatonic mother, too — felt so much further away than it ever had. sometimes things just needed to be done, even if it meant getting blood under the nails; even if it meant enduring more than just discomfort. the woods, whatever some of their group whispered, didn't owe them anything.

" look, winter's probably coming soon. you don't have to like it, but you gotta chip in. "