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OCS + Associations

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going to complete this for my 3 active dnd characters, serisínthe, miré, and varin. to iron things out/illustrate their differences in my head in a fun way. these looked fun so please enjoy & i look forward to seeing any you guys do! :flushed:

Animal

Serisínthe: white tailed deer. antlers and eyes caught in headlights. frail/delicate/in death, a dressed up carcass Miré: portland sheep. huge curling horns, fluffy in every sense. social, curious, exploratory Varin: cottonmouth river snake! uhh you know serpents. coiled up and all. odd eyes. not typically aggressive unless provoked

Colors

Serisínthe: valentine's day palette... off-white, deep red pink Miré: foresty pale green, soft brown and lavender Varin: light charcoal, luminous blues and indigo purples

Month

Serisínthe: february! the shortest and least predictable month. it's got holiday chocolates in there. everything ends too soon but it's so cherished you know Miré: may! just after the showers of april, the grounds and grasses are wet against your boots and you're just kind of looking forward with the brisk air Varin: november. something weird and dreamlike about the crest before the end of the year, it's cold and kind of scary because something's almost over, but it's starting again.

Songs

Serisínthe: dying star – ashnikko, ethel cain I need somethin' soft, down feathers over rocks Miré: renee – sales All day long we looked to fall, looking into the sun and found a way to get along Varin: destroyer – ruby haunt Sweetheart, come undone, I'm handing you the dagger

Number

Serisínthe: 3 i think. Miré: 12 <- months in a year/cylical Varin: 8 <- haha ouroboros shape. 7 8 9 joke

Plants

Serisínthe: to say something other than a rose, pinkish red snapdragons. Miré: false deathcap mushroom! Varin: candle larkspur / guardian blue delphinium :)

Smells

Serisínthe: rosewater, white peach, coffee Miré: nutmeg, PETRICHOR, eucalyptus Varin: lychee, being near fresh rushing water, sandalwood

Gemstones

Serisínthe: moonstone... rose quartz, bixbite Miré: moss agate, rainbow fluorite Varin: chrysocolla!!! boulder opal

Time of Day

Serisínthe: the night sky, illuminated perfectly by stars. maybe like midnight Miré: early morning, like 7am, when you can't really see the sun but the sky is like white-blue, you can still smell the dew on the earth. Varin: like the very end of sunset, at like 6pm? right when the sky is like HEAVILY gradient with different colors dipping into each other.

Season

Serisínthe: autumn :3 the leaves are changing baby Miré: SPRINGGGGGGGGGG ITS SPRINGGGGG Varin: i feel like fall is a different answer than autumn so take that as you will.

Places

Serisínthe: behind the red curtains of a stage, in a dressing room doing his hair and putting paint on his lips, somewhere in a pile of his dearest friends, embraced. Miré: the floor of the detyrwood, in its deepest corners of lush green and whispering wingbeats. in the canopy of the trees or under the open sky, camping in an open field of wildflowers. Varin: in an abandoned apartment behind dilapidated wooden planks covered in ash, by the river's edge, hands washing off in the water. with his back to a wall covered and i do mean COVERED in bones, by stone pillars, eerie sterility and marble.

Foods

Serisínthe: i can't tell if this is asking what she would eat or what i associate her with. i think both? i'll try both. SO, STRONG flavors! like very spicy meats or coffee flavored deserts. seri can't taste very well so it's got to be intense. Miré: anything and everything but a forager at heart. nuts, berries, mushies, herbs, the best broth you've ever had in your life. like short ribs or something Varin: odds and ends, sort of scavenging. tough foods, dry things, cured meats. plain pastas, probably a huge noodle guy. might actually be obsessed with different shapes of noodles

Drinks

Serisínthe: peach daiquiri or a dessert wine with like notes of peach or berry Miré: ginger beer and lime, woodsy beers like a light/dry malt OR a sweet mead Varin: this weird cocktail called aviation, with gin, maraschino liqueur, creme de violette and lemon juice

Element

Serisínthe: air Miré: earth Varin: water

Seasoning

Serisínthe: garlic powder… cinnamon! CAYENNE Miré: basil. bay leaves.. cumin! Varin: ground ginger… nutmeg? smoked paprika?

Sky

Serisínthe: moonlit Miré: dawn Varin: sunset

Weather

Serisínthe: clear :3 maybe snowy Miré: rainnyyy!!! rainy rainy Varin: FOGGY!!!! SILENT HILL FOG

Magical Powers

Serisínthe: yeah she got those (cleric of song) Miré: it's a yes from he (spores druid, can reanimate) Varin: you bet at least 1 (don't look at me but he's out there)

Weapons

Serisínthe: a rose crystal casting focus scythe Miré: her big vine-covered staff Varin: a fucked up willowy axe like this where the hilt already lends itself to swinging with its curve

Candy

Serisínthe: rich dark chocolates, caramels, cherry chocolates, java sweets Miré: anything gummy. Gummies. The gummyies. sweet gummy bear Varin: peanut brittles, toffees, crunchy sweets or sours

Methods of Long-Distance Travel

Serisínthe: i just feel like if flight were feasible... an airship would be so cool for him Miré: HOOF IT!!!!! that said they're also capable of moving through trees within a certain distance of each other. Varin: (charon voice) get in the gondola. UM but yeah i don't know. train rides where you don't know where you're headed? (inception voice) how can it not matter where the train will take you!?!??!

Fear

Serisínthe: to be unable to help abate the suffering of his loved ones. Miré: to lose her home or endanger it inadvertently somehow. Varin: to die a tool and nothing more.

Mythological Creature

Serisínthe: maybe a fawn? a satyr? lol Miré: the golden fleece!!!! some kind of marsh forest fey sprite Varin: a sea serpent like you know just don't mind me and my yugioh card that i just dropped here okay

Piece of Stationary

Serisínthe: VERY thin delicate paper. sheet music paper with writing in the margins Miré: cute post it notes for reminders ;v; with little flower and mushroom decorations Varin: something that looks like watercolors were spilled on it. maybe a clean plain envelope with a wax seal

Three Emojis

Serisínthe: 🥀🌙🎭 Miré: 🍄🐏☘️ Varin: 🐍🧪🪓 i would use the pawn emoji but it doesn't show up right so axe i suppose

Celestial Body

Serisínthe: la luna. she did marry a bloodmoon once Miré: a constellation or a comet? something telling a story Varin: neptune! or maybe a black hole LMFAO

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Favorite FC

❗ - Maggie Q! i adore her and want to use her! i have not seen her used in rps yet

❗ - Taraji P. Henson! have not seen her in rp either!! but i’d love to use her one day!

❗ - Naomie Harris! have not seen her in rps either ;n; idk if she has resources but i’d use her too

Least favorite FC

❗ - Alan Van Sprang! idk if he’s used but i seen him on shadowhunters. kind of creepy klsdjaldsg

❗ - Charlize Theron! seems bland but also scares me DKLSA;LSKDJA 

❗ - Nathanial Buzolic! his view points on abortion is :/ like you can have you opinions on it but don’t force that on to others. or look down at others because their opinion on it is different. 

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a very solid 9 at first but now like a 5.5

hm make that a 0 babe please. 

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“i could’t stop thinking about you all day.” (ivan & mila!)

nsfw prompts.

The bathwater’s scented with rose petals and lavender oils; they ease the nerves that tense in Mila’s absence. 

There’s a little paint in her hair and across the smooth lines of her fingers, and Ivan’s sure to warm their water so it comes off easily. When they’re close like this, time seems to move slowly. The relative gauge he typically uses to understand the world around him turns on its head. When he’s with her, when she’s with him, when their gazes hold steady, he knows that there’s something cosmically different happening. 

Whether that’s a good or a bad thing is for no one but them to decide. Ivan’s stomach turns with thoughts of destiny and where it’s brought them. He’s had a complex relationship–and recent mistrust–in the notion of fate for a long while now. They’ve chosen each other, and that is a power greater than anything the world could have thought to create. He won’t allow any measure of kismet to speak over their love of each other. 

That’s why he smiles when she rounds the bathtub and sinks into his arms. They are tolerating measures of daily destiny almost always –– today, for example. He would have done anything to go along with her to finish one of her recent canvases, but there were a few photographs he still needed to develop from a dark room. All of the time-sensitive things catching up to them is to be expected, but that doesn’t make it any less painful. 

Any time away from her is. 

Perhaps that’s not the most sensible thing in the world–but he doesn’t define himself as sensible, especially not when so much of her skin is exposed, and her hair is so soft at her shoulders. He loves the shape of it as one hand snakes around her waist, pulling her up to his bare chest while the other lifts to caress her jaw. 

His mind doesn’t parse much other than the way the sunset’s light filters into her eyes. He does, however, notice the pain behind his ribs dissipating. Settling. Or quieting, maybe. Whatever it’s doing, it clears his head (or perhaps it’s just making it easier to forget the rest and focus on her, dizzy as that leaves him). 

Mila says, “I could’t stop thinking about you all day,” and Ivan’s heart is carried away in their unending dance.

He lowers his head and she takes one soundless, tiny step closer to him. Onto her tiptoes, they revel in each other’s weight. The halfway-met sensation of her skin on his. The warmth that blooms like smoke from a hearth. He knows he was meant to live in this world when she touches him. It’s been more this way than it’s ever been, despite everything, in the last several months. And truthfully, Ivan is unspeakably grateful. 

He kisses her before he speaks, because he is selfish. And because the taste of her is something he doesn’t know how ever to go without again. 

“For me–it was the same. It was the same, yeah. I was thinking of what you might think while I was deciding which to bring home. I needed your eyes with me. ” 

He feels her leg shift at his side, and Ivan’s hand grazes her side, drawing lower. She tips her head and he feels her hair trickle back, swept away from the pretty apple of her cheek. 

“Pero te necesito conmigo siempre. So... not exactly new. I know.”

Her smile against his skin is his favorite shape. 

He loves her so much that it almost always hurts. But right now, the hurt he knows when they’re apart is worth the warmth of his helping her out of her underclothes and helping them both into the hot water. 

There is a little laughing, and a lot of kissing, and he maps her body in his mind with each palm. 

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solid 5

A FIVE IS SOMETHING I CAN LIVE WITH thank u mo

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kirkewrites replied to your post: i’m still debating who to apply to frostford with....

same here!

the struggle of having too many characters 

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“I can’t trust you.”

FOUR WORD PROMPTS.

If there is something Roselyn has had to deal with her entire life it’s people judging her for the house she was born into. House Bolton was terrifying to everyone else in the North. The flayers of men. They were the horror story northern children told each other in the middle of the night. There was an amount of violence and blood that was always going to belong to her even if it was by association alone. Gone are the days when she was naive enough to think that she could escape it.

Perhaps that is why she did not mind spending so much time alone, trying to let her ankle heal even though she had been warned that it would likely be the same again. Sometimes it felt like Sansa was the only one in the whole castle who could bare to look her in the eye when she more than anyone had reason to hate her.

She had seen a look of curiosity in Robb Stark’s face the first time they had really spoken. He had been triumphant in battle covered in mud, she had been young concerned only with trying to appear like a lady. Late she had tried to warn him of what it was Frey was planning but her father had gotten to her before she could. In the end his mother, wife and unborn child had died anyway. How would Robb look at her now she wondered. Would he hold the same distrust as his brother?

She had begun to suspect that it was only out of politeness that Jon sat with her now. The rest of their party headed one by one off to their chambers. Rose had been doing very little sleeping lately and she suspected it was very likely the same for Jon, especially with the new knowledge of his brother. Did Rickon now haunt him like Domeric did her? It was easier for her to stay awake late into the night if only to remind herself that she no longer lived in Ramsay’s clutches.

If there was one thing she had learnt from of her father however it was to always at least appear that she had confidence in her own opinions. She should always keep a small amount of secrets to herself, but she should never be accused of being timid even if that might cost her something. 

“I wish you would simply tell me what it is you’re thinking rather than brooding there in the corner,” Rose sighed crossing her arms about her chest indignantly. “Or go to another room in the castle if my company is that terrible,” She’s not behaving like her self, doesn’t feel like herself, but she doubted that was a feeling that would return quickly. What with the death of her father and the what Ramsay had done to her. “If Robb was here I’m sure he’d vo-”

“I can’t trust you,” Jon sighed cutting her off. Speaking as if it were already on his mind. What an odd thing to say having chosen someone’s company. He could have made some excuse to leave and yet he had stayed only to say this to her.

“Why? Because of my name?” That’s all it felt like she had received since her arrival at Castle Black. Fear and anger that she neither wanted nor deserved. She could not be blamed for being defensive. “That’s a bit low of you to say don’t you think Snow?” Her tone is harsher than she intended. Rose startles herself with the way in which she can hear her brother’s voice.

If the reference to his parentage bother’s him Jon does a good job at not letting it show. “No,” he corrects quietly. “Because I don’t know you, Bolton or otherwise. How am I supposed to believe you,”

She could have laughed then at just how very guarded Jon seemed. “I find it hard to believe you’ve never had to trust a stranger with all that’s happened to you. How else did you come to befriend the wildlings?”

If she did not know better she would have claimed Jon saw a ghost then with the look that held his features. It was a sort of sadness, the pain of someone who had lost people she guessed. How many people had Jon lost during his time at the wall? Rose suspected she did not want to know the answer.

“I have,” he spoke. “But it has yet to end well,”

There was something so oddly honest in Jon’s tone that left Rose more than a little shocked. Seeing the vulnerabilities in people was something she still found a little odd given the way in which she was raised. Jon must not have realised it but even that seemed trusting to her.

“Well maybe you should just try to believe that I want more brother to stop hurting people, that doesn’t seem like too much to ask,” She turned to face him then. “You have to believe that the people in this Castle want to help you or you’re never going to achieve anything,”

[girlablaze]

4, 11, 18!

MUN ASK MEME.     /     accepting.

4.   what about your 5 favorite muses ?

answered here !

11.   can you tell us about your favorite ship ?

ship ? u must mean SHIPS. i’ve collected  &  fallen in love with so many ships over the years  ,  both romantic and platonic  ,  i.  .  .  couldn’t just choose one  :  

arabella x avery  :  this one was one of my first ships in the rpc  &  even though they’re no longer active ,  they’re still my fav set of fools .  they’re both from completely different worlds  ,  and even though they really know how to make the other hurt  ,  they really do love the heck outta’ each other …  sometimes .  like 62 % of the time for sure .  

briar x theo  :  the longest slow burn ship in fucking history  ,  i say .  they’re the unlikely friends ?? that just have so much respect  &  understanding for each other ?? but at the same time  .  .  .  the sexual tension  ,  phew ! i MISS THEM .  

arturo x odelia  :  my Newest ship that i .  .  .  can’t get ENOUGH OF .  they’re complete opposites  ,  arturo is that Bad Boy  &  odelia is the goody goody lovesick puppy  ,  but they’ve formed a fondness for each other .  they just kno how to get to each other’s hearts  ,  even if most of the time it’s in a negative way  ,  but i just really have so much fun writing with these two ??

delilah x noah  :  this one is more platonic but i love them Sm that i’m including them ! they’re just the Purest  &  softest duo u’ll ever meet  ;  delilah truly loves noah 2 DEATH  ,  and he’s just her peaceful place .  he’s a stable person she can always rely on  &  vice versa .  they’re just so CUTE  ,  thanks for coming to my ted talk .  

18.   what is your favorite plot you’ve played out ?

i’ve never really played out a specific canon plot or anything ??  but i’ve got some plots that i’ve just fallen in love w/ and the first one that pops to mind is  :  i had this plot with my best pal aubrie once where our muses were in a zombie apocalypse au ━  they were each other’s firsts  ,  but it was this weird platonic relationship ??  /  childhood friends plot ??? but also  .  .  .  so much sexual tension .  they just really knew how to piss each other off  ,  but they also had this really intricate emotional connection  /  deep - rooted understanding of each other too .  every thread with them was always so much fun to write  ,  partly because every thread with them ended in some argument about the other being a DICK .  also there was this au where they were 20yrs older  ,  and my girl was eighty years pregnant with another guy’s kid  &  i just remember her going off her HEAD because he ignored her for years ??  god they were such dramatic fools and i loved them. 

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📱+ whatever ones you wanna do for lydia & emma!

What was my muses 5 last sent texts yours?

it’s so weird. after hanging out with you my art block has been cured

remember in high school where i used to draw you all the time?

i’m so glad that the two of us are talking. i missed you so much

are you okay? that earthquake was a little scary. 

whenever i say your name it tastes like lavender. 

What was my muses 5 last unsent texts yours.?

i still don’t understand how you could forgive me. i’m not even sure i could forgive me

i look at you and all my feelings start rushing back. 

i’ve been thinking about you all day

i think you’ve always been my inspiration

please don’t leave me

What was my muses last snapchat to yours?

these flowers right here, i’m sending them to you

What my muse saved your number as?

em (with a little blushing smiley face beside it)

What contact photo my muse has set for yours?

What ringtone my muse has set for yours?

some classical music song with lots of violins. it’s upbeat and beautiful

How many times my muse has called your this week?

only like two times. she texts more than calls because she doesn’t want to scare emma off

How many calls has my muse missed from yours?

None. She usually has her phone on her

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"I'm sorry I hurt you." (val & marco!)

“I’m sorry I hurt you.“

Val was lying in bed, facing the wall, feeling really shitty about the last couple of hours. They fought. Again. And she hated it. And she hated every single second of it. It has started to become a regular thing – them fighting. It was happening more and more often and it didn’t seem like they were getting out of it, not anytime soon, not unless they can actually sit down and talk through their issues in a calm fashion. But calm has never been their strong suit. It was loud and passionate, just like when they loved each other, and that was obvious at this point. It was either really really good, or really really bad, there was no in between.

He didn’t leave, she just stormed off and left him in the living room, shutting the door behind herself so hard it was a miracle the door didn’t come off its hinges right away.

It felt drastic, anyone looking from the outside would have thought it was dramatic, and maybe it was, but the door shutting and the sulking was necessary for Val to cool down, and if it would have been the other way around, Marco would have needed it too. They were like that. They were passionate and when they were in a good spot, it was so good - they were the most Iove couple anyone has ever seen. But when it was bad, it was just as passionate, just as loud and obvious, just in completely other ways. They had to get it out of their chest. That didn’t mean it good, that either of them liked the way they handled these fights, but it was in their nature, they could never settle an argument calmly between themselves.

She wasn’t sure how much time has passed, she just knew that her anger has calmed down, and it was more about who caves first and goes to the other at this point rather than who was right or wrong. On average, Val would say they made the first move of going to the other person after a fight equally, but this time it was Marco who gave in first. Val heard soft knocks on the door and then footsteps as Marco came inside.

Val didn’t turn around, though she wanted to. She waited. Part of her knew she was acting like a child, sulking like a five-year-old, but she pushed it aside and didn’t care about it. She was hurt and it brought it out of her. She could hear light footsteps coming towards the bed, and then she felt the bed sinking deeper as he lied down next to her, his palm resting on her shoulder. “I am sorry I hurt you.” That is all he said, quiet and reserved, but he didn’t need to say more. He never needed to say more, nor did Val ever need anything else from him. She really just needed him, period.

She shifted in her position to turn around to face him. He was so close, only a couple of inches away from her, and now his fingers gently started stroking her arm. It was such a small gesture, but it meant so much more than a simple sorry. I love you. I don’t want to lose you either. In the beginning, him being affectionate was one of the biggest surprises for her. He expected her to be just as closed off and careful with every touch as she was, but he was so giving she needed time to get used to it, get adjusted to his ways. Now she couldn’t imagine him any other way. Couldn’t imagine her life without him and funnily that is what keeps causing problems between them too. She was terrified of something happening to him with his line of work, while he couldn’t even imagine his life in any other way.

She wondered for a short second if this would one day drive an unrepairable vedge between the two of them. She really hoped it wouldn’t, she wasn’t sure if she could survive that.

“I don’t wanna fight,“ she said quietly, her arm reaching up to softly touch his cheek. “I hate it when we fight. Can we not do that anymore tonight?”

It wasn’t a solution. They should talk about it. They need to talk about it like two adults who don’t jump at each other’s throat whenever they disagree on something. But that seemed so impossible that night, and she was tired of the yelling and crying and the stupid, pointless accusations flying across the room. She just wanted to rest. They could deal with this another time.

(They kept telling themselves that, and yet that other time never did.)

So so moved closer, shifting in her position again to prop herself up on her forearm and give him a kiss. “I am sorry for everything I said, too,” she said as she pulled away, and his arms were already around her, pulling her close. She pressed her lips against his over and over again, first just small, gentle kisses, but then they turned longer, more passionate. Her hands started wandering on his chest, and for the next couple of hours, neither of them spoke, they just let their bodies and actions do the talking for them.

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A VERY DESCRIPTIVE PROFILE OF YOUR MUSE.  REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG, with the information of your muse,  including headcanons, etc.

name: catarina raverre. nicknames: rini from wyll + which the tiefling children from the grove picked up on and call her as well, rina from shadowheart and gale, cat (funny/condescending) from astarion, karlach will enthusiastically call him Raverre!! if not soldier, and lae’zel is trying not to pick up a nickname but settles on an over emphatic ca-TA around act 3. Full-naming is very weird and intimate for her, so of course, she hears it most from the dream visitor in the shell of her ear. tav is the quick and easy introduction he gives to other NPC’s (it's what her brothers called her growing up) and will hear it from just about everyone as well. age: twenty-nine. race: asmodeus tiefling, infernal bloodline on her father’s side, draconic lineage on his mother’s. gender: fluid, he/him & she/her. often dancing the lines to have fun in presentation and feeling with both at once. orientation: bisexual. zodiac: aries. a very strong case for an aries I think. moral alignment: chaotic neutral, though he’s protective of innocence and will go out of his way on select occasions to pay back in the name of karma :wink: (Karma is also the name of the dragon that her lineage comes from). class/subclass: sorcerer - draconic bloodline. (poison dragon) background: guild artisan. interests/hobbies: woodwork and architecture hold his attention in a quiet appreciation kind of way, as in he could watch someone whittle for a long time and enjoy the silence (haha) about it – and traveling to see different kinds of buildings and interior decoration and stuff like that is very compelling, as someone who was raised with a reverence for like... ruins and the history shown in the way places are built. she loves magic. being able to storytell and stuff through that medium is very precious and memorable to him. quite nerdy behind closed doors. demanded to be read to a lot as a baby before falling asleep. LIKES NAPPING! Is sleepypilled. some other misc things he likes are intricate weaponry and gambling (he's freakishly good at catching a cheater/reading people's faces). spoken languages: fluent in common, draconic, infernal, and primordial (in addition to being able to communicate in sign in common) profession: adventurer, mostly. back at home, she follows the raverre family line in serving as a warden for a vestige that comes from the hoard that the dragon from her lineage kept and protected. she has four older brothers and one much younger brother, hence a very no-nonsense approach to bullshit. height: 5’11” colors: deep pale brown, purplish red, toxic slutch green, and fiendlike nauseous pink. fruits: grapefruit, guava, strawberries, pineapple and passionfruit. drinks: iced coffees, iced fruit juices, anything that tastes like radioactive mcdonalds sprite and buzzes and freaks out his tongue. alcoholic beverages: dark honey mead, ginger beer with lime. smokes: no but she DOES BREATHE smoke if she coughs and her temperature is too high. drugs: recreational use if he’s with friends and he gets something fun from an alchemist or druid he trusts. drivers license: can this bitch steer a horse? (Catarina voice) Sure how hard could it be. (NO) (BE CAREFUL) (GET OUT OF THE WAY) (horses get nervous around her. Most animals are okay with her/love her in fact but for some reason I think, to a horse, she has rancid vibes. I think it’s because she stares them in the eyes). ever been arrested: YUP but it did not last long!

TAGGED BY: no one i stole this from one of my old RP blogs ^p^ i wanted to party TAGGING: tagging my bagu gagu fwiends but also fwiends for other ocs! @the-lovely-lady-luck @interstices @reides @fluffy-snow-fox @kirkewrites @roberthouses @jessieleaf @killdragons @cass1x1 @bvckywrites @devilatelier

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10. — nostalgia

After meeting Emma while walking through Los Angeles, Lydia goes home and replays bits and pieces of their conversation over and over in her head. Seeing Emma after all these years has made her nostalgic and makes her recall both good and bad memories from their past. Since Emma didn’t seem too angry with her over her teenage mistake, most of the memories are good. They revolve around the two of them dating in high school and how happy Lydia was just to see Emma smile or laugh at one of her jokes; they revolve around how her heart used to skip a beat when Emma held her hand or kissed her; and they revolve around how much fun she used to have visiting Emma and her family.

Lydia feels like she shouldn’t be thinking over things like that. That those memories should be buried since they represent a life she no longer lives and a past she regrets. They’ve only just re-met though, Lydia has to remind herself. And, truthfully, she’s probably just latching on to the only familiar face she’s seen while living in Los Angeles. But really, she can’t help herself, just seeing Emma has brought back an array of feelings that she wasn’t prepared to feel. Seeing her has both excited and scared her at the same time.

After their coffee, Emma agreed to talk to her again sometime and the two of them had swapped numbers. Lydia was confused when that happened, but she was thankful as well. She wanted a friendship with Emma and the idea made her feel so happy that as she got ready for bed, she smiled so much it hurt. She was going to speak to Emma again. Sometime. When? She didn’t know, but it was going to happen. She is going to get to know adult Emma and her interests. It’s amazing. She thought that Emma wouldn’t forgive her, but after swapping numbers and having coffee, it appears that she has. She looks forward to what their future as friends holds, and oh God, she hopes for the best.

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“you have all of me.” (ivan + mila!)

pretty dirty things. 

The morning draws around them like a curtain of silken white. 

Ivan dreamt of gelato by the waters in Sicily, where the waves wouldn’t froth on their way in. Where the sun was an apology to the light in Mila’s hair, lesser in its promise to warm the rest of their afternoon. Beautiful where it shone in the photographs he’d take of strange, indulgent angles–of sand and glittering skies–of the way her lips felt when they slid against his knuckles and his jaw. Beautiful against the color of her eyes, where the color refracted, prismatic. 

Beautiful as the sound of her laugh, but lesser. 

Mila is more than his soul: she is his entire life. He exists in his love of her, not the other way around. And for all they’ve endured over the last several months, they return to the harbor of each other’s hands. His heart beats unevenly, urgent, as if to tell her something without words. 

Not even the sun could compare. 

Ivan tilts his head against the cool fabric of his pillow, stirring under the morning’s pull on his consciousness. He blinks the sleep away from his eyes, rested when he opens them to the sight of her. Against the stark white of his sheets, she’s warm and smiling and colorful. Ivan laughs without thinking, rolling onto his side where he can ensnare her with an arm across her shoulders. When he pulls her into his chest, it’s more of a slow tilting, so that she might rest her ear against the slant of his collar. 

“It feels––a long time, right? I thought I would dream forever.” He says it lightly, not minding the hours that spanned out where he could see a world that belonged solely to them. “I thought I would be more tired.” 

They were out all day yesterday, falling in love with the farmer’s market. The seasons have brought new fruits in fresh bloom, and they brought home a few baskets’ worth of things to make smoothies and desserts of all kinds. “I think I dreamt of something peach. We were waiting in line at the paleteria. You were… it was––you were humming something. Someone was playing a güiro, and we took off our shoes in the sand.” 

He goes on for some time, enthusiasm building the longer she lets him go. She asks a few questions about where the dream took them, about what the beach was like and he tells her as many details as he can recall. 

“I must have missed you in my sleep. It cut off… at the end? At the beginning of the end, I think.” Ivan smothers a kiss against her temple, nosing at the hair that falls across her face. “Too much! It must have been too much. Ay, I always have to wake again. I have to hear you laugh de verdad. I wanted this–in the morning, I must have. I wanted this piece of you. Esta chica con sueño.” 

Dreams are beautiful, but they aren’t the wonderful, real life they’ve built together. 

Ivan knows she understands when she smiles. 

“You have all of me.” 

The pads of her fingertips brush the line of his jaw and his heart aches, loving, satisfied. He leans into her, brushes her shoulder with his hand. 

“And you me. Every last moment, for always.”