#spiritdreamt

[mrdelroy]

ON AIR • @spiritdreamt murmured …

“some things you do for money, and some you do for love.”

[please stand by...] 〝 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂𝙽'𝚃 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝙵𝙰𝚁 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝚅 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚂𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚈𝚂, 𝙼𝚈 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁. People want to know where the bodies are buried. 〞 It's late. Sometime past midnight. Smoke pours from Jack's lips as he watches his ever-loyal audience shuffle out the studio doors, exhausted yet content. Another show for the books. His face aches from all that smiling... But it's a good feeling, a satisfying feeling. A sign of a job well-done.

〝 At least we're giving them something fresh to look at, not another blood-soaked newsreel. Too much violence and it all begins to blur-- you desensitize the viewers. 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝙾𝚃 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝙾𝚃. 〞

[agentnash]

PERSEPHONE POTTER: 83. SENDER GESTURES FOR RECEIVER TO SIT DOWN.

he's not good at this sort of thing. amelia had been the one to go to pta meetings, socialize with the other parents, meet the mothers of sonny's friends whenever she went to their homes. now they're divorced, and amelia still did all those things - but parker needed to pull his weight on the days that he was allowed to see his daughter. he didn't want to fuck this up ( more than he already has ). having meant to drop sonny off and then leave, parker halts just inside of the door, hands in his back pockets, looking at the chair percy was offering him to sit in. he doesn't want to stay. but he can hear sonny laughing with laura in the other room, and if he accidentally burnt this bridge, than he knew his daughter would never forgive him. 'nice place,' parker murmurs, slowly making his way toward the seat and sinking down into it, feeling uncomfortable in his own skin ( though that wasn't exactly a new feat for him ). small talk felt like stomach acid in his throat, burning all the way up. 'lived here long?' @spiritdreamt.

[ephemaera]

@spiritdreamt : [ 01 ] a crowded masquerade party, on the dance floor (for chrissy)

chrissy heart stills in her chest when she sees persephone potter step into the ballroom. they say that she's dangerous, but chrissy can't find it within herself to care. there is something... dangerous about her, yes, but it doesn't make her feel afraid. the lilt of her voice, the glint in her eye... they're thrilling. her excitement may be poorly concealed, but she is too singularly focused to notice. "lady percy," she says, dipping into the smallest curtsy, "it's lovely to see you."

[slash-aaa]

he didn't find himself to be terribly wise. on the contrary, daniel proved himself to be rather ignorant over the years. but he's cleaned up quite a bit, and with a brain no longer plagued by constant alcohol, he liked to think he had some wisdom inside of him to share. not much, but a little. 'to heal a wound, you have to stop touching it,' daniel looks knowingly at percy, giving her a small grin. 'forgive yourself, huh? we all have to do it some time, or else our wounds'll just... stay infected,' @spiritdreamt.

[allevils]

“ i feel sorry for persephone because even when she’s back with the living, people are afraid of her because of where she’s been. “ @spiritdreamt

his fingers are featherlight, red nails running through the dark locks of persephone's hair. her head rests in lucy's lap and he can't help but stare at her. there's something so beautiful in her face-- something so alive and human. perhaps the part of her that wants to crush it that fights with the part of her that wants to keep her out of harm.

" -- do you think of yourself as the mythical persephone? " it's a gentle question, her tone soft. "i'm sorry if that's a prying question. you just talk like it's a sore spot. "

[princetorn]

You sound jealous.

The retort was delivered with more vehemence than intended:

“I’m not jealous.”  

Lamplight flickered momentarily as he simmered and seethed.  In life, Royce had been a livewire, hot-blooded, quick to rise with his temper.  In death, his emotions were bloated, swelling like a putrefying gut.  Hanging over him was the ever present temptation to fall to violence, to shake the bedframe and shatter mirrors, to rage against the glass walls of a world he was no longer a part of.

When his heart was still beating, he had gone through the motions of petty jealousy and protectiveness, peeling whatever cherry he was dating away from the grasping greasers who tried to eat from his plate.  It had been superficial, a choreography mirrored and rehearsed largely without feeling.

Feelings filled him now, burning at the back of his haemorrhaged eyes, brimming in the hollow spaces of his body, holding his corpse together like so many silver threads.  This was different – all of it.  College called and it unsettled him to watch Persephone move past the point where his own life had ended.

A day would come where his grave would be visited for the final time.  All flowers would rot away, the headstone slowly claimed by lichen.  Persephone, too, would outgrow him.  He realised that now. There were desires he would never be able to satisfy, fulfilments she could only find among the living.  After all, he had no life to share with her.

The lamplight settled back to its steady, warm-white glow.  Now, it was Royce who flared and dimmed, his manifestation stuttering.  The rotten apple of his throat bobbed as he feigned nonchalance, hooking thumbs through his bloody belt loops and sitting weightless at the edge of Persephone’s bed.  She was perched at her desk, surrounded by open books and piles of papers, green eyes blown wide and dark.  His heart was hers, worm-eaten though it was. 

“I didn’t like the way he was eyeballin’ you, that’s all.”

[eurosleaz]

" -- i just need you to promise me, if it falls apart, if you fall apart, just promise me, you’ll come to me. " @spiritdreamt

[shilohgreen]

@spiritdreamt liked for a starter

"i guess you could say i've learned to live this way." a flicker of a forced expression, teeth hidden behind a mouth dragged into some facsimile of a smile. "it's okay."

[allevilsarc]

i think lucy is SO interesting and every time you talk about him i am twirling my hair and kicking my feet

tell me your honest opinion of my portrayal. @spiritdreamt

aw now you've got me kicking my feet in happiness!! i try to have fun and make something interesting so like ... success is nice

[regencis]

much to his dismay, the stern and stony look darcy often adorns at these occasions has not kept as many mamas and their daughters away from him as he would have liked. the declination to dance with them had done more of a trick, though others did still insist on batting their eyelashes at him from beneath gyrating fans. he is neither amused nor does he feel joy in the act of appearing social. no, indeed, mr. darcy is here mostly in support of his friend, hoping to keep the other man on track with finding a woman suitable enough for him. he is there simply to give curt advice, not to partake in the ton's partying and gossip.

he doesn't notice anyone standing at his elbow, which is why darcy is mumbling about wasted evenings and desperate women. when vibrant blue eyes do finally land on the woman - the princess ; the royal - he stands up a bit straighter, saving the spill of his cup by just a moment. 'forgive me, your grace,' mr. darcy bows, hiding any embarrassment he may feel with that same stoic expression he had been wearing previously. 'if i had known you were standing there, i would have been more aware of my words,' @spiritdreamt / sc.

[huntedvideo]

'what can i say? i'm charming and irresponsible,' finley stands at the edge of the rocks, watching the waves of the ocean start their thrashing as the night continues into its darkness. he purses his lips, realizing his words were off. he glances at the girl he had seen on the pier. 'i meant irresistible - charming and irresistible. but i guess both are true,' @spiritdreamt.

[giallifilm]

🔪 look it's tough bc i know sadie is doomed by the narrative etc etc but also she's a final girl To Me

send 🔪 [ knife ] if you think my muse would survive in a horror movie. alternatively, send 💀 [ skull ] if you think my muse would die. @spiritdreamt

yeah, unfortunately she balances between the two lmao. there's a good chance she'd probably end up being a final girl who dies in the sequel.

[agentnash]

✿

pre established relationship meme.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

plot idea: i'm picturing laura and parker's daughter sonny becoming friends, thus forcing parker into proximity of persephone and having to be at least a little bit nice. then of course they end up bonding a little bit over their failed relationships and get a little bit closer every time they spend time together. parker would eventually be ( almost too ) protective of percy. if her ex ever came back around, parker would have to do everything in his power to not kill him lmao.

[phantomrot]

@spiritdreamt

"it's, uh... percy, right?" there's a smile in a familiar voice, warm as the campfire that he sits beside. slipping into this skin again has him thrilled, even if the persona itself is stale and boring in comparison to the ghost face. brown eyes look up at his lover from where she approaches him and his gaggle of survivors, flocked around him.

"the others were telling me about you. kind of information overload, though..." jed is timid, slower in his speech than danny would be. he's made himself smaller too, shoulders hunched, hands held in his lap like he doesn't know where to put them.

"i'm jed, i just got here in this—..." a wary glance around him to the woods, the fog, the whispering shadows of the night. "place?"

[slash-aaa]

home had been such a foreign concept to valentine. when he was a young boy - when his family had been taken from him, killed and burned, him being the only one to survive - he had been passed around from family to family, outliving those that have taken on the burden of helping him grow. now that he had made some sort of life for himself, valentine was, if nothing else, content. it was a quiet life, sometimes lonely, but overall, he understood that isolation kept him safe. he hadn't run into another vampire in a century - which meant persephone finding him was a bit alarming. he never knew what to expect from others of his kind, though usually valetine anticipated violence. instead, percy had agreed to a cup of his special tea. 'i must be honest with you, i am hardly what one would call good company,' valentine sips from his cup, setting it down to hide how his hands shake. 'you are the first to find out who i am and where i reside - how did you find me, if i may ask?' @spiritdreamt.

[nuks]

[ seek ] sender reaches for receiver's hand and laces their fingers // for cash ✉️ meme prompts: accepting ! ⋆.˚

          He's lost in his thoughts, clear from the vacant look in his eyes and the tightness of his lips. His hands curl into fists, nails digging into his palms as his nostrils flare. Cash gets like this sometimes, so caught up in his memories he gets himself worked up... A gentle touch has him snapping back to reality, and he blinks as Percy coaxes his hand open, and his breath is hitching as their fingers intertwine. Cash's lips curl into a soft smile as he regards his lover, the brown in his eyes soft and warm.     ❛❛   Sorry, darlin'... Got lost in my head.   ❜❜     He murmurs, moving his arms around her, burying his face against her neck with a quiet sigh. She's his anchor, grounding him when he's lost in the storm of his mind.  @spiritdreamt