#loetise

[ballagarraidh]

@loetise said ❛  i didn't think you'd care so much.  ❜ to uma

allie is hurting. allie is feeling betrayed. allie is suffering the consequences of someone else's actions. allie- sweet, light, airy allie has been forced to confront the darkness she's spent years avoiding. so of course she's not handling it well. and of course, it's not personal, uma knows that. and there was a time that she would have accepted those words as a badge of honour- worn them with pride. i didn't think you'd care. not caring. not feeling. that was the cornerstone of isle life, wasn't it? get too close and someone pays a price. always a high one. so learn not to care.

but uma's never actually been able to stop herself from caring. she got very good at acting, of course, but she's always cared just a little too much. cared what people thought of her (cared about the fish smell in her hair, cared about the nicknames, cared about the jeers); cared about her crew (cared about the bad parents, cared about the bruises, cared about the danger); cared about the isle (cared about the kids, cared about the kids, cared about the kids).

so it...hurts. to have allie so easily believe the lie. it shouldn't. she knows it's not allie's fault, she'd trust a frayed rope to hold her weight. but it still stings. " i thought you knew me better than that, " she says, picking at her nails instead of looking at the fae. " you're part of the crew, allie. " it's so easy to hide behind it, to hide how much it hurts her individually by bringing up the whole. " you're part of our family. " right now it's a touchy subject, but it needs saying. even if allie doesn't want to hear it. even if she's focused heavily on a different kind of family. and maybe that also drives the knife a little deeper. because if allie could spend so long convincing herself that her mom cared about her when she clearly didn't, why is it so hard for her to accept uma does?

" that other stuff? that other person? that other life you created? it means a lot less than this one, or it should. because right here, right now, you have half a dozen people willing to risk their lives for you, people who have been here the whole time, people who have been trying to help you and maybe some of us haven't gone about it the right way, but we're trying. so, yeah, i care, al. i've always fuckin' cared. it's my goddamn curse. whad'ya want from me? " a genuine question at the end of a senseless tirade. caring is one thing, knowing what to do about it? a whole other thing. and seeing allie hurting is never easy. maybe that's why only harry had the guts to do what they all should have done years ago. rip off the bandaid instead of soothing it time and time again. but at the end of the day it doesn't change that allie is still hurting and uma- well, uma still wants to soothe. " what...do you need me to do? "

[lighthouseborn]

@tiderider & @loetise || plotted starter!

  The phone rattled against his ribs, startling him out of his uneasy dozing directly into a flinch. The message waiting for him on the other side of his pin code was brief. A missive that said little more than 'come here' and where to go. Henry, of course, put his feet to the ground and went.

  Ship to ship, Tempest to Roger, was a journey by foot of around fifteen minutes, with no real shortcuts available at the moment. And thank luck for it being that low, as it proved plenty of time for him to think this is taking too long anyhow. More than enough time for him to pick up a sense of foreboding he could not quite place the source of. It went with him all the way up the gangway onto a silent ship, and that only made things worse. He did not doubt that the crew were around in come capacity, keeping watch over the wharf, but they had made themselves so scarce Henry didn't see so much as a stray coattail. Still, he felt eyes. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

  Henry announced himself with a quick cursory knock as he entered. His eyes drew instantly to Allie. Curled into the bunk, she looked small, colorless and frail as a dry leaf on the side of the road. Harry hovered nearby. Henry could feel the tension of him from across the room. Neither of them looked injured - that was, Henry saw no suggestion things had gotten very physical. They did look exhausted, and miserable, the both of them. Allie seemed to be asleep, so for the moment Henry's attention pooled—

  “Alright?” he asked Harry in a low voice, opting for the quickest way to check in. Henry reached. His fingers found the crook of Harry's elbow and pulled, drawing them together. He wasn't yet sure of the magnitude of the fallout, only knew it was some amount of an overturned world for Allie, and some measure of Harry setting himself ablaze for the sake of turning a light on it. On a conspicuously absent party. Hardly surprising, but perhaps some viciously hopeful part of Henry thought he might walk in and find Allie's mother behaving as a mother ought. He scowled. “She left?” Let it be for good this time, if so.

[khozmoh1]

♡ but for allie i don't wanna know abt cj

allie , @loetise

●●●●● | ATTRACTION ●●●●● | AFFECTION ●●●●● | INTEREST ●●●●● | LOYALTY ●●○○○ | TRUST

LOW | ●●●●● | HIGH

[unpossession]

Willow stares at the ceiling, feeling a giggle bubble up out of her chest in slow motion. Being with @loetise always feels like this, in a way, but Willow is genuinely high right now. The air caresses her skin and her pulse sounds like the beach in her head. She feels the waves washing over her. She wears the stupidest smile as she turns to Allie, admiring the sparkle in her eyes.

“Why don’t we do this more often, Allie-pie?”

[ru5t]

@loetise //> That Was Way Too Close

“I like your hiding spot.” -- i don't know where to put her in the tech sandbox yet but this could be funny just for like. modern or desc. she's just talkin like :D even tho the meme context is supposed to be scarey

  Maddy never planned this far ahead. She'd mostly just wanted to get this girl out of that club. Get them both out of that club. Because she was a little more together, but not a lot. And definitely still, also kind of drunk. Drunk, though, was much better condition than the way this girl did not seem to know where she was, or where her friends were -or if she even had any who were out with her? Maddy honestly was unclear on the whole situation other than that they'd both started getting harassed by the same pack of creeps. All she'd been able to think to do about it was this.

  And now, a short train ride away, she had a strange girl in her apartment and... no idea what to do next. She laughed a little, self-conscious. “Uh, thanks. It's like..” Scattered with books she hadn't bothered to put away, and clothes draped over various surfaces. Shoes in the middle of the living room and little bits of hardware laying out just... everywhere. After closing the door behind them, Maddy hastily cleared approximately 45-thousand mugs off the sparse kitchen counter into the sink, wincing at the noise. “A mess. Sorry.”

  There was a fairly cozy little apartment somewhere underneath it all, with plenty of brightly colored cushions and fuzzy blankets, but she imagine it was hard to see under the clutter and cat toys.

  “Can I- do you, like. .. Are you hungry? I'm hungry.”

[taroet]

are you real ? for ruby. she';s wasted KJNSCKSJN

“ Who? Me? Of course I am, silly! ” Her voice is sweet like sugar floss, indulgent delight softening the edges. The music of the club thumps to the beat of their hearts, loud & unending. Allie's arms are draped around her neck, their near equal height making it so their faces are only inches removed. Ruby can count every eyelash, every speck of glitter brushed onto her cheeks, see the dusting of freckles on the bridge of her nose. She can also smell the Cherry Red's on her breath. They're both tipsy, Allie more so than her, but Ruby likes her friend like this— slightly less inhibited, even more bold & free with her affection. “ I don't think your mind would've been able to conjure up someone as dreamy as me, don't you agree? ” She moves one of her hands to let fingers tickle up her friend's arm, scarlet painted nails scratching softly against her skin. Ruby's never been very adept at showing her adoration for others through words, preferring the use of physical touch to make her affections clear. That's what this was. What she felt. Allie was someone she adored, some days, she would even say the girl was someone she loved. Not in the way she knew Allie would've liked her to, once upon a time, but still in a way that went further than her usual attachment to those she played with. “ Come on, let's go sit down. I want another one of those drinks & I need to text Matty that I'm coming home late. You'll stay a little longer, won't you? ”

[recovened]

incorrect wrights quotes ft. @loetise

[allevilsarc]

the masses find out that she doesn't tip drive thru or smthn and it's over

" -- why the fuck would i tip the drive-thru? you're going to have to elaborate on that one. "

@loetise

[sayitan]

📏 + 4’11” i’m sure i sent this before but it kills me

HEIGHT COMPARISON ft. allie

❝ sometimes i forget how small you are because your heart is so big. ❞

[tiderider]

the fresh scent of blood bathed the deep woods making the familiar smell of evening dew, wildflowers, and earth, hot and rancid. beneath the silver gleam of moonlight a large beast slowed to a halt, lowering itself to the ground and dragging it's body over the dirt and grass with a haggard breath. when the beast rose again there was the unmistakable smear of blood beneath it's paws.

shaking off the hurt, the animal tested the temporary sealant of dirt, torn grass, leaves and its own blood. the wound was still fresh and he could still feel the searing burn of silver where the bullet had burrowed into his soft tissue, but the sealant held, slowing the bleeding until he could tend to it later.

harry ignored the pain and raced through the forest, sprinting at full speed he paid little mind to his own body as he looped back then forward at random, spreading his scent in disorientating paths through deep terrain, up hill faces, and even across a river. had they been ordinary hunters, harry wouldn't have had to bother but knowing his father, he knew there were fellow lycanthropes among the armed forces that had hit his hunting grounds.

eventually however, the pain and exhaustion caught up to him and he had slowed to a jog, favoring his right side as he picked his way through the woods. it was in that moment the wind shifted and something . . . warm overpowered the stench of blood and sweat. harry followed it, twin pinpricks of icy white eyes in the dark the only evidence of his existence in the pitch black. the scent led him to a small cottage, the smell growing stronger and stranger the closer he approached. it smelt like a hot summers day, as if sunlight had soaked into the very walls and roofing, and there was something else. something beneath the smell of flowers, herbs, fruit, and other homegrown produce.

before he could think, harry had entered the garden, the strange smell had reeked of . . . safety for lack of a better word. harry's hackles raised with tension, a low growl rumbling in his chest as he inspected his surroundings for a sign of a trap. he sniffed the air for rot, for fear or sweat other than his own but smelt nothing but the flowerbeds. // @loetise , gets that werewolf!harry starter .

[prophecey]

⍋          it was hard to get a reaction out of kieran, and damn near impossible to draw a laugh from them, but @loetise found the one part of winged membrane that was so sensitive it was ticklish. the first time she touched that spot on accident, the demon arched their back at the sensation, gasping as a shutter raked down the length of their spine. then she found it again, this time on purpose. one single tiny little finger traced the vein and made all six foot, five inches of kieran night burst out in a fit of giggles. yeah, giggles. leave it to allie fleur to find their one weakness and use it against them.

"гълъбче," they said, tone colored with equal parts humor and warning. because kieran already knew that was her favorite place to touch them. that was their life now. they were doomed to a lifetime of giggles at the mercy of a pocket fairy. and they wouldn't have it any other way. "little dove," they repeated in english, wings closing around both of them to eat through every ounce of light shining through their cottage in the woods. "my wings are sensitive." and that was news to kieran. no one usually got close enough to touch them the way they allowed allie. "you're lucky i love you."

[neverafters]

"there you are," the demon purred, walking through the meadow toward the fairy. they had something for her, a surprise for @loetise tucked behind their back. "i was looking for you," they continued the ruse of pretending not to know where she was at every waking moment. they could sense her, feel her, smell her, taste her. but most of all, they could hear her heartbeat, no matter how far away they were from each other. they could always feel her heartbeat. they could feel it picking up its' pace now, the slow thump thump, thump thump turning into a faster beat of thumpthump. thumpthump. when they stopped in front of her, they leaned down so they could be face to face with her, lips curling into the smile they saved just for her. "give me a kiss, and i'll show you what i have," they bargained, dark eyes dropping to that pretty little mouth of hers.

[unpossession]

hehehehehehehheheehehhehe [does gay things as she admires willow's fangs]

[ she’s snapping her teeth at allie but in a flirty non threatening way ] i vaaant to keees ur faaaaace

[heartlass]

spring is in bloom, trees adorned in flowers all over washington dc. the infamous philanthropist is adorned in a simple suit, earpiece detailing danger after danger, but the man tunes out the audio to keep his eyes on her. his daughter has suddenly transformed from the five year old who'd always get her pristine white dresses soiled to anthony edward starks' worst fear: a teenager. the girl he cannot always keep his eyes on — the little adventurer that he cannot control. (you are not your father, tony. an iron clad grip will get you nowhere. it will serve you nothing.) lost in thought, he barely registers allie calling for him to see the hidden trees — disappearing out of his sight. ❝ allie — what did we just say? eyes on me. allie stark: do not go under that — who am i kidding . . . ❞

@loetise from tony stark.

[curseplay]

@loetise sent: why would you lie to me ? [ NO LONGER ACCEPTING. ]

❝ uhhhhhhhh, ❞ see, she doesn't really have a good response to that beyond the truth, and the truth is that she just wanted some alone time. paris would love to have a friend who isn't a football player or her brother to hang out with, but can't that entire process start . . . tomorrow, maybe ? when she has the time to mentally prepare for it ? ❝ i didn't lie, i just. uh, ❞

allie had asked if she wanted to hang out after school. an innocuous question, but paris' shit brain had been sent spiraling the second it was posed, meaning she'd spat out some bullshit about how she couldn't because of the wicked long shift she had at the restaurant this afternoon. she'd make it up to her, though, or so went her promise. things like that usually fall through anyway too, so no need to uphold any effort. that plan was fine and dandy until allie caught her red handed, camped out atop the bleachers just watching the clouds roll by.

honestly, she should have known better than to slum it at the track. she's a cheerleader, for god's sake.

with a sigh, paris pushes herself up into a sitting position, long hair obscuring half her face. ❝ okay, look, i kinda thought you were only asking me to hang as a joke. so i said . . . a small, white lie to spare myself some embarrassment. which clearly didn't even work, ❞

[victim9d]

@loetise | spotify wrapped starters | 31. buzzkill baby - mck.enna gr.ace.

this was supposed to be fun. it was supposed to be a happy day. the twins always have big parties for their birthday, always try to have as much fun as possible in as short of a time as they can. after all, once the party’s over they have to go back to real life, have to face their parents neglect - or worse, their attention. a party is only thrown to keep up appearances, expensive outfits and decorations to try to show status. cassie’s barely eaten for days, the dress she’s wearing still just a bit too tight. her chest is barely held in, practically spilling out of the dress - something her mother says is part of the design. she’d spent the whole night on her feet until now, terrified that bending or sitting would rip her dress or expose far too much to everyone around her. but here she is, on the bathroom floor in tears, vodka in hand. it had taken her a few minutes to even let allie in, even longer for her to finally speak. “do i look awful?” desperately asked, though she’ll only accept one answer. she already knows what she thinks. she thinks what faye thinks. “faye said i look like a slut, and my dress is too small, and i’ve been talking to such a nice guy and-and i really liked him but i just walked in on her fucking him.” she’s rambling through tears, not sure what upsets her more. she takes another drink, allows herself to take a single breath. “and she wouldn’t even touch me tonight, like, at all. like, am i so totally undesirable? do i really look so awful? my moms gonna kill me if im ugly in the photos!”