#Prety writng tag

[your-favourite-yapper]

ithink ive red all oef it btu m y chtps rnt finished #misery

wa8t no don't b sad :(

the makeup artist tilts mary’s chin up with two fingers dusts powder over her cheekbones like she’s painting on something that already exists like she’s making art out of something that was already a masterpiece pandora watches from her chair hands gripping the armrests so tight her nails leave little crescent moons in the leather mary doesn’t notice or if she does she doesn’t care she’s laughing at something the director said tilting her head back in that way that makes her look effortless like she was made for the camera like she was born with a spotlight already burning behind her eyes

action the clapperboard snaps shut mary turns to pandora with that expression soft open like something fragile like something secret just between them her fingers brush over pandora’s wrist warm lingering for half a second too long it’s electric it’s scripted it’s nothing but pandora swears she feels it in her ribs like a second heartbeat

cut mary pulls away with a grin shakes out her hair like she’s shaking off the scene already moving on already gone pandora is still standing there still caught in the moment like an insect in amber her pulse in her throat the taste of something bittersweet behind her teeth she swallows it down watches mary walk away watches her hug the cameraman watches her lean against the wall scrolling through her phone like she didn’t just look at pandora like that like she didn’t just whisper words that weren’t hers but felt too real anyway

later in the dressing room mary’s laughing again phone pressed to her ear voice warm sweet like she’s talking to someone she loves pandora watches her through the mirror feels something ugly curl up in her stomach something desperate something hungry

it was just a scene just a job just another love story told in thirty takes but pandora’s still holding onto the line still waiting for someone to yell cut

[your-favourite-yapper]

The first one goes overboard at dawn kicking and thrashing and screaming before the waves pull him under before the sea opens up and takes him whole., and james doesn’t see it but he hears it the splash the silence the gurgling choke of something swallowing something else the way the wind dies for just a second like the ocean itself is holding its breath, like the sky is watching, like it knows something james doesn’t.

The second one goes after sundown, dragged down with a hand around his ankle a hand with too many fingers a hand that isn’t a hand at all and james sees this one sees the pale shape breaking the surface for a split second sees the too-wide grin the sharp glint of something that isn’t human and should not be beautiful but is james is supposed to be horrified but all he can think is that the Thing has nice cheekbones all sharp edges and shadows all cut-glass and cold fire.

"Sirius", he calls him later after the crew won’t speak of it after they throw salt over their shoulders and whisper prayers to whatever listens from the dark under the water "Sirius", like calling him something familiar something safe will make it true, like taming a thing with teeth is as easy as giving it a name.

"Sirius" lounges on a rock a few days later all smug grin and long limbs that end in something that isn’t quite hands isn’t quite claws isn’t quite anything that belongs on a man but the way he looks at james is almost human the way he tilts his head the way his black eyes glint the way his sharp smile lingers when james speaks "you’re not afraid", he says, and james shrugs leans against the railing of the ship and watches, him watches the way the moonlight slides over the water watches the way the dark waves lap hungrily at the stone he perches on "should i be", james asks and sirius just laughs., all teeth all hunger all something else that james can’t name but wants to.

There’s something like tension between them something like a game, like a dance, like a storm building on the horizon., james tells himself it’s not attraction tells himself it’s not fascination tells himself it’s not desire because you don’t want the thing that can end you you don’t crave the thing that is designed to pull you under but Sirius grins at him like he knows something james doesn’t like he can hear the lie in his heartbeat and james knows he should leave knows he should turn the ship and go knows he should never look back but he doesn’t he won’t

The third one disappears the next night and this time james doesn’t even pretend to care., it’s just him and sirius outside now, the rest of the crew too scared to spend more time outside than necessary., the water is too still, the air too thick, the stars too bright and james is too close to the edge leaning too far forward and Sirius is just below him all dark curls and shining skin and that same grin that same hunger that same promise of Something james doesn’t understand but wants anyway

"You trust too easily", Sirius murmurs and james feels the pull feels the tide shifting beneath him feels the weight of something unseen something waiting something inevitable

"Do i?" he asks and Sirius only smiles wider only reaches up slow and careful a hand outstretched palm up an invitation a warning a promise

The wind howls the ship creaks the waves rise (and the next morning the crew will wake to an empty captain’s quarters and no sign of a struggle)

but the sea is calm and the sky is clear and far off on the horizon something dark slips beneath the waves

[your-favourite-yapper]

tw: blood nd gore

Scalpel glinting, warm blood pooling, a heartbeat slowing under trembling hands, the candlelight flickering against the tiled walls, Mary’s ribs cracked open like a hollowed-out fruit, the scent of copper and something sweeter, something sacred, something divine.

Pandora's breath is ragged, hitching, an animal noise in the back of her throat, gloves slick, slipping, tendons snapping like violin strings as she pulls, red dripping onto the pristine floor, staining the sketches, the diagrams, the hours and hours of careful study laid out beneath her knees. Mary’s heart in her hands, still warm, still pulsing, just barely.

Pandora cradles it, reverent, presses it to her own chest, eyes fluttering shut like she can convince herself it’s her own, like she can absorb it, like it’ll fix the gnawing hole in her that’s been growing, growing, growing— teeth sinking in, first a lick, then a bite, then something ravenous, something desperate, something holy.

The taste floods her mouth, metallic and thick and perfect, and she swallows it down like communion, like salvation, like she has finally become something worthy. The needle trembles in her fingers, silver thread glinting, Mary’s skin pale against her own, stretched, stitched, pulled tight. Pandora works slow, methodical, a seamstress of flesh, a sculptor of something divine, a surgeon of obsession.

The scent of formaldehyde, of sweat, of something rotten and beautiful, fills the room. Her reflection in the mirror is grotesque, uneven stitches running up her arms, her neck, her face—Mary’s face, her face, their face, the line blurring, erasing, becoming one.

A laugh bubbles up, wet and breathless, and Pandora presses shaking fingers to the stitches on her cheek, feels them pull, feels the pain bloom sharp and exquisite.The wind howls outside, rattles the windows, something scratching at the glass. The room is too quiet, too still, a shrine, a tomb, a birth.

She tilts her head, listening.

A heartbeat. Not hers.

[your-favourite-yapper]

creep(?) rjl x crybaby bcjr for @lazyreinelle

Tw: this is so bad and makes 0 sense I wrote it in my notes app 1 day while we were in the car and it's so stupid and it causes me phy pain to post but I need attention so I'll post anyways but...at least there aren't any typos

remus watches him cry and cries even harder like actually sobs into his hands and makes it so obvious too because he knows barty likes it likes knowing remus is breaking down over him barty likes knowing he's the center of remus’s world remus’s obsession remus’s everything barty likes the power it gives him even when he's weak even when he's shaking and sobbing and clutching onto remus's shirt and begging him not to leave and remus wouldn’t he wouldn’t leave he could never leave because remus is sick in the head about him

And barty knows it barty knows he could say jump and remus would say how high barty knows he could call remus in the middle of the night sobbing and hiccuping and slurring out please please please and remus would be there before he even realizes he started driving remus would be at his doorstep shaking and breathless and wide-eyed and here because that’s what remus does remus is always here even when barty doesn’t want him even when barty tells him to go even when barty screams and pushes and scratches at his chest remus stays remus takes it remus sways on his feet and looks down at barty like he’s the sun and the moon and the sky and the fucking ground beneath his feet and barty hates it barty loves it barty thinks it’s disgusting that someone could love him like this could obsess over him like this but god isn’t it beautiful isn’t it intoxicating isn’t it the best fucking high in the world to know remus would kill for him die for him remus would rip the world apart for him remus would give up everything he's ever loved for barty just because barty asked him to

And sometimes barty tests it sometimes he says things just to see if remus will agree he’ll say things like i could kill someone right now and remus will tilt his head and go who barty will say i wish i was dead and remus will squeeze his wrist and say i’d go with you barty will say you’re disgusting you’re pathetic you’re nothing without me and remus will nod because it’s true because remus is nothing without him remus is nothing if not the hands that hold barty together remus is nothing if not the arms that pull barty close and keep him from crumbling remus is nothing if not barty’s remus

And that’s why barty lets him stay that’s why barty lets him press his forehead to his and whisper i love you i love you i love you i love you like a prayer like a fucking chant like if he says it enough it will turn them into something that isn’t so sick something that isn’t so wrong but barty doesn’t want it to change does he no he likes this he likes this he likes this

[your-favourite-yapper]

Current mood: shoving chocolate cake into my mouth by the fridge on the floor w my bloodstained hands. i haven’t eaten in weeks, the yellow lights are flickering and a bloody hammer is beside me. crimson-streaked plates, a half-empty milk carton, sticky fingerprints on the handle, the hum of the fridge too loud in the silence., a shattered glass, cake crumbs in the mess, someone’s wallet under the table, the taste of sugar and iron mixing on my tongue. heavy breathing (my own or someone else’s ?), a shoeprint smeared in red leading to the back door, a clock ticking, too slow, too loud, a knock at the window, three times, sharp and deliberate (Three swings of the hammer meeting skin then muscle then bone) The cake in my mouth tastes like rot

[your-favourite-yapper]

Mary macdonald is so olivia rodrigo, seventeen by marina, hits different and picture to burn by taylor swift. She's so insta, pinterest and tiktok, she's so big feelings shallow heart and caring too much you stop caring. She's so hair stuck to lipgloss and the blood on a hammer after you bash someone's head in, She's so sephora, forever 21 and Victoria's secret. She's so 2000s bimbo energy to hide the fact that shes scared no1 will like the real her. She's so misandrist, pink heart trend, and I hate my boyfriend. She's so ambitious but has 0 plans. She's so silly but is always crying herself to sleep. She's so confident in her skin but wants to rip it off. She's so pink glitter pens and friendship bracelets, she's so toxic green and female rage. She's so a girls girl that occassionaly steals ur man. She's so shallow and vain, so empathetic and kind. She's so self sacrificing but also so self-centered. She's so pink martinis and poison. She's so girls night that ends up w the friend group in shambles. She's so stupid drama in the gc and taking things too far. She's so teenage girl but also so corpse rotting in their grave. She's so sweet the same way expired candy is. She's so scared of being past her prime but so 16. She's forever young and forever fun. She's mascara running down ur eyes and the blush on your nose. She's ur first period, ur first kiss, ur first love. She's gossip behind manicured hands and fake smiles. She's so laughing so hard u can't breath and silly karaoke. She's so gatekeep gaslight girlbooss. She's so talking to ppl u know are creeps bc they said they loved u. She's angry tears shes just a girl shes cocquette trashy pink sad girl shes the sound of glass shattering shes writing shit talks in ur diary. She's so Much but not Enough.

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Marylily is internal homophobia, just girls being girls, and "i dont believe in labels" ( till its 3am and james isn't answering ). Its strawberry ice cream in Malibu, sundresses stained with cherry coke they drank under umbrella stands, sleepovers that end in giggles and looks that last too long. its photos taken in too small mall photo booths, lipstick on the rim of a shared cup, cherry lipbalms and smoke. it's almost, maybe but never forever . its spring

Marylene - loser x baddie (loser), football practice in middle of a drizzling September, going out for jogs and cold sweet iced tea. Its lazy sundays spent w their tops off, cheap perfume they both wear and tinny music playing through shared earbuds. It's late car rides, kisses that last long and pool parties, it's waiting at the door like a dog for the one you love to come back, its loyalty like a dog too, foolish and hopeful. Its summer

Dairy - jealousy that borders on hatred, sabotage, gossip sessions that last too long but only one person (mary) is acc gossiping, long walks, black coffee shots. Its air thick w unsaid words, unraveling sweaters, hands formed into fists in their pockets. It's the sharp bite of the wind when you open your car door, it's mint in cold water, its envy at someone elses birthday party and blinking back tears after arguments that were no more than snarky comments. Its autumn

Saintcurse - obsession, iced over eyelashes, staying too late at the lab and arguments over group projects. It's the hum of flourescent lights, the static of the radio and the echo of footsteps in the hallway. It's frosbutten hands trying to write notes, breath fogging up glasses and smiles on bitten lips. It's the sting of too hot coffee against lips, it's erratic handwriting and erratic behaviour. It's inkstained hands in each other's pockets, and kisses w teeth, its the stain of blood on the lab table, on the floor and on each others skin. Its licking it up. Its love that should last forever but only lasts 3months. Its winter

[your-favourite-yapper]

yes

giggling .., sorta connected / similar to this post

Tw: blood

pandora’s seen her before she was famous before her name was a prayer on every trembling tongue before her face was plastered on the sides of buildings before she became something untouchable something holy pandora saw her first in the back of a club under strobe lights with her mouth wrapped around a microphone like a promise like a warning pandora saw her before anyone else did and pandora knew pandora knew pandora knew

(mary, you have always been meant for me. you have always been mine. they think they love you but they don’t know love like i do they don’t know devotion like i do they don’t know what it means to give everything for someone to bleed for someone to die for someone. they will never love you like i do.)

the first girl goes missing after a concert a fan a girl who got too close a girl who touched mary’s arm and laughed in her ear and let her fingers trail too long on her wrist they find her body two weeks later wrists carved open her tongue missing her heart scooped clean from her ribs like a spoon through soft fruit they call it a tragedy they call it senseless they don’t understand they don’t understand they don’t understand

(mary, you are holy. mary, you are untouchable. mary, you are mine.)

the second is a producer the third is a journalist the fourth is an actress and mary doesn’t see doesn’t notice doesn’t know the pattern doesn’t know the hands that do this in her name doesn’t see the way pandora waits in the crowd at every show the way she prays with her hands wrapped around a blade the way she carves mary’s name into the soft skin of her thighs again and again and again

(mary, they don’t deserve to breathe the same air as you they don’t deserve to stand in your light they don’t deserve to touch what is mine.)

pandora is careful pandora is patient pandora is relentless the fifth one is different the fifth one is the mistake the fifth one is the final one she gets too close gets too bold gets too careless mary’s boyfriend a pretty thing with soft eyes and a softer voice pandora watches him kiss mary onstage watches him wrap his arms around her like she belongs to him like he has any right like he has any claim pandora shakes apart with it burns from the inside out she waits for him after the afterparty follows him down the street quiet as a shadow she watches his breath fog in the cold night air watches him check his phone watches him look over his shoulder once twice the third time she’s already behind him the knife is in his ribs before he can scream she presses her mouth to his ear as he chokes on his own blood

(she’s not yours she was never yours she was never yours she was never yours)

when mary gets the news pandora is waiting in her house waiting in the dark waiting to be seen waiting to be known mary comes home smelling ljke smoke and sweat and grief and pandora steps out of the shadows steps into the light lets mary see her lets mary see what she’s done what she’s become what she’s always been mary gasps takes a step back presses a shaking hand to her mouth and pandora smiles soft and reverent

(mary, i have done this for you. i have done this for us. now you will understand. now you will see.)

This is copied directly from my drafts btw

[your-favourite-yapper]

FIRST THING I ACC WROTE (after spending all my time editing old drafts) IN AGES !! HOORAAAA!!!

(Its supp 2 b a (snippet of a) letter pandora sent mary after they broke up)

rip my heart out w all its tendrils intact and hold it in your hands still beating still warm still mine and yours and no one’s at all and crush it crush it crush it until it’s nothing until it’s pulp until it drips between your fingers and stains the floor and when you’re done take my ribs like a birdcage cracked open and hollow and string them into a necklace wear me around your throat let me rest against your pulse let me feel you alive while i am not while i am pieces of pieces of pieces nothing whole nothing left nothing at all

skin me and stretch me and stitch me into something beautiful make me into a coat a dress a tapestry hanging in your home let me be useful let me be art let me be worth something more than just what i was and when people ask you where you got it tell them nothing tell them you found it tell them i gave it to you willingly tell them i wanted this tell them i begged for it tell them it was love tell them it was love tell them it was always always love

take my bones grind them down into dust scatter me in your tea stir me into your drink swallow me whole let me sit inside you let me live in your lungs in your veins in the marrow of you let me be part of you let me be something you can’t scrape away something you can’t cut out something you can’t burn down to nothing something you will carry even when you don’t want to even when you forget even when there’s nothing left of me at all

eat me spit me out swallow me again let me stay let me sink into your stomach let me line your insides let me make a home there where it’s dark where it’s warm where i can pretend you still want me pretend you still need me pretend you never left pretend i never made you leave

wear my skin like a second one slip me over your shoulders drag me up your arms let me be your armor let me be your softness let me be the thing that keeps you warm when the nights are cold let me be something you can’t take off something you can’t throw away something you can’t forget no matter how hard you try no matter how much you want to

grind my teeth into powder mix them with sugar coat your lips in it so every word you say tastes like me so every time you speak i am there i am in your mouth i am on your tongue i am the ghost of everything we were everything we could have been everything i would have killed to keep and maybe that’s the problem maybe i should have maybe i still would

[your-favourite-yapper]

Mary wakes up w a headache again w that same wrongness in her bones like she’s stretched too thin like something is curling around her spine pressing against her ribs like something is watching from inside her own skin. She stares at the ceiling feels the pulse in her wrists in her throat but there’s an extra beat an echo not hers.

She swallows. it swallows back. "stop that" she mumbles voice scratchy morning-rough and nothing answers but she feels something shift inside her like laughter like smug satisfaction like a cat stretching in a patch of sun (except the sun is her lungs)

She rolls out of bed stumbles to the bathroom pulls up her shirt. her stomach looks normal her ribs normal her skin normal but when she presses a hand to her side something presses back she does not scream bc she is normal and normal ppl do not scream at their own bodies she is normal she is fine she is just imagining things except she isn’t.

Bc it moves again and she doubles over gasping and oh god oh god oh god something is inside her "ok" she wheezes leaning against the sink "ok what do u want" no answer ofc bc parasites do not talk parasites do not think parasites just take except this one listens

She figures it out quick little things like how she suddenly knows not to eat that sushi from the gas station or how she gets dizzy when she ignores her water bottle all day or how sometimes she’s reaching for a doorknob and her fingers twitch the other way like no like not that one and every time she listens she feels a warm little hum through her bones through her veins like good girl

She starts listening more., just to see., just to test the waters., she takes a different route home when her stomach twists wrong., she doesn’t ask why., she stops talking to that guy from class when her fingertips go numb every time he texts., she doesn’t ask why., she puts her hand on her stomach once before bed just once just to feel the steady thrum of something alive and her whole body floods w warmth w something slow and pleased and she doesn’t ask why.

One day she wakes up feeling hollow like something is missing like something is pulling away and she panics bc no no no that’s wrong it’s hers it’s hers "no" she chokes out pressing a hand to her stomach stayand it does., oh god it does., curling back inside her like a cat curling into her lap like something soft like something affectionate like something saying mine mine mine mary breathes out., presses her fingers against her ribs., feels the thrum of something answering back., she does not ask why.

[your-favourite-yapper]

Dorcas "I've got a record player that was made in 2014" meadowes

Marlene "Dyed my hair blue, it came out a seasick sort of green" mckinnon

Mary "I like vintage dresses when they fall just below my knees" macdonald

Lily "I pretend I scraped them climbing in the trees" evans

[your-favourite-yapper]

If Marylily is cherry coke (sweet, fizzing on the tongue, staining lips red, nostalgic and messy)

and Marylene is iced sweet tea (sticky summer heat, slow drawls, something deceptively light but strong underneath)

And Dairy is black coffee shots (sharp, bitter, no sugar to take the edge off, just straight intensity)

Then Saintcurse is burnt caramel espresso (dark, obsessive, too much heat left too long until it turns acrid, but still cloyingly sweet underneath. It lingers on the tongue, sticks to the teeth, an addiction more than a taste. It’s the rush of caffeine on an empty stomach, hands shaking, eyes wide, but never fully awake. It’s something you crave even when you know it’ll wreck you)

[your-favourite-yapper]

hi. opinion on toxic/adusive tedromeda? (Ted tonks x Andromeda black)

HIII ok so my vision of them is minda df ?? Like both of them are toxic to me anyways here u go

so

Andromeda was supposed to be the good one the nice one the one who escaped but what everyone forgets is that she is still a black and you cannot outbreed that level of toxicity in one generation unfortunately

Sshe looks at the mess that is her family and goes "ew gross disgusting get it away from me!" and then proceeds to spend the next five years actively recreating it in her own relationship bc she has zero healthy relationship models..... classic andromeda moment

And then teres ted whos what happens when you give a middle-class boy a taste of power ( by power i mean the attention of a girl who was raised in a house where affection was conditional.) he sees the way andromeda clings to him like he is oxygen and he likes it bc in his head he is the hero here he is the noble mudblood who saved her from her evil racist family and if that means she owes him a little bit of loyalty a little bit of obedience a little bit of herself then like. that's only fair right?

Andromeda lets him think that bc shes played these games b4 bc she grew up in a house where love was just another form of control so she adapts and learns to feed ted’s savior complex the same way she learned to feed her parents’ expectations. she lets him think he's the one in charge bc at the end of the day that means she is the one in control (she’s not..none of them r)

And at first it’s fun bc toxic relationships are fun when you’re young and hot and in love and andromeda is so good at pushing his buttons she insults him for everything his accent his background his stupid muggle clothes and ted eats it up bc he knows if she were really like her family she wouldn't be here so obviously this is just how she shows affection right? right??????

But then it stops being fun bc andromeda isn’t just pretending to be cruel she just is and ted isn’t stupid he starts to realize that the andromeda he fell for is not actually real that she is just a collection of survival tactics wrapped in expensive silk and charm and by the time he really sees her it is too fucking late

But neither of them leave. bc ....idk man ted needs to be needed and andromeda needs to be wanted and at the end of the day what’s a little mutual destruction between lovers?

They will be married for years before they realize that this was never love it was just two people desperately trying to fill the void inside themselves with each other and failing spectacularly but by then it will be too late bc they will have a child and a house and a life together and andromeda will wake up one morning and look at ted and think you are the worst thing that has ever happened to me and she will get up and make breakfast anyway bc that is what shes supp 2 do.

But it’s fine it’s fine bc at the end of the day at least she is not her mother right?

right????????

[your-favourite-yapper]

write andromeda trying to take tonks back from bellatrix who kidnapped her or something. Just anything with andromeda please

TY FOR THE ZSSKKKK

this isn't v good bc i can't acc...write ...

the house smells like rot and andromeda wonders if it’s real or if it’s just something her brain has conjured something sour something rancid something waiting to be buried the walls are the same as they were when she was young cracked in places scorched in others too much magic too much anger too many voices screaming at once she puts a hand on the banister doesn’t let herself think about the last time she was here doesn’t let herself think about how easy it would be to never leave

the door isn’t locked ( it lets her know that bellatrix is waiting that this isn’t a surprise that none of this is a surprise that nothing she does is unexpected andromeda hates her for that hates that bellatrix still knows her still understands her better than anyone else maybe even better than ted maybe even better than herself) but it might as well be the handle is cold beneath her fingers andromeda grips tighter pushes it doesn’t creak doesn’t groan swings open silent like it’s been waiting for her like something on the other side already knew she was coming

bellatrix is standing there smiling in that way that isn’t really a smile just teeth just bared just sharp her hands are light on tonks’s shoulders but they might as well be iron andromeda’s mouth is dry her hands are shaking she clenches them into fists so bellatrix won’t see won’t know won’t laugh won’t twist the knife already lodged somewhere between her ribs to kill

tonks is sitting on the floor her wrists bound behind her but her chin is high her eyes are sharp and andromeda feels something inside of her unravel at the sight of her she wants to run to her wants to cut the ropes wants to pull her close and tuck her head beneath her chin like she’s five years old again wants to press a kiss to her temple and tell her she’s safe even if it’s a lie even if it’s always been a lie

“i was wondering when you’d come,” bellatrix says with a grin that shows too much teeth “took you long enough”

andromeda’s hands curl into fists she keeps her voice steady “let her go” bellatrix hums tilts her head taps her fingers against her chin like she’s considering it like she hasn’t already made up her mind “but she’s family”

the word is a knife andromeda bleeds she steps forward and bellatrix watches her with a gleam in her eye like a cat watching a mouse “she’s not yours” andromeda says and her voice is sharp her voice is steel her voice is everything she never was when she was younger everything she should have been when she was younger

bellatrix tilts her head feigns consideration “funny i don’t see your name on her” she rises from the chair in one smooth movement steps behind tonks and places a hand on her shoulder andromeda watches the way her daughter stiffens the way her breath hitches the way her jaw clenches and andromeda hates bellatrix hates her with a burning aching fury that fills every inch of her body that takes up so much space she doesn’t know how she’s still standing

“you ran” bellatrix says voice lilting voice teasing voice cruel “but blood is blood and look she came back” her nails dig in and tonks doesn’t make a sound

andromeda’s nails are biting into her palms crescent moons in her skin her mouth tastes like copper she doesn’t move and she thinks of lullabies thinks of scraped knees thinks of nights spent by candlelight thinks of how easy it would be to kill her own sister

the door is still open behind her the handle still cold against her palm andromeda doesn’t know if she’s going to pull tonks through it or if she’s going to slam it shut and lock it from the outside forever

(.)(.)

Heres a small thing abt alcoholic andromeda bc I feel like I need 2 make this up to u somehow

the glass tips over amber liquid spilling across the table pooling around the ashtray drowning out the cigarette butts and lipstick stains and ted just watches doesn’t move doesn’t speak just lets it happen lets it soak into the wood into the fabric into his skin and andromeda laughs low and bitter and wipes at her mouth with the back of her hand smearing mascara down her cheek like war paint like something tragic like something ugly and ted still doesn’t say anything just picks up the bottle that’s only half full now and tops off her glass like it matters like it changes anything like it’s not already too late

she takes the glass without looking at him fingers curling around it like a vice like she wants to break it like she wants to see it shatter just to prove something just to hear the sound and ted watches her drink watches her throat move watches the way she doesn’t wince at the burn like she’s made of the same stuff and maybe she is maybe she’s all fire and smoke and ruin and he’s just the ashes left behind nothing solid nothing worth holding onto and she slams the glass down too hard too sharp and it cracks spiderweb fractures creeping through the crystal and she laughs again softer this time almost sweet like she didn’t just do that like she isn’t still holding all that violence just under her skin waiting for an excuse

(.)

Tagging this on bc quantity > quality

ted flinches before she even moves before she even breathes the wrong way and she sees it sees the way he braces for it and something ugly rises in her chest something sour something that makes her want to press her nails into his skin just to see if he’ll bleed for her makes her want to see bruises in purple and maybe that should make her stop maybe that should make her recoil but it doesn’t and instead she tilts her head and smiles and takes another slow sip of wine the rim of the glass stained red from her lips and she thinks she should say something kind something soft but the words get stuck somewhere behind her teeth and instead she just watches him watches the way he watches her watches the way he doesn’t meet her eyes but he stays he always stays and maybe that’s the worst part maybe that’s what makes her sick maybe that’s why she does it at all

(she isn’t her parents though she isn’t her mother)

she sways when she stands wine bottle swinging loose in her grip and she laughs at nothing at everything and ted reaches for her too careful too cautious like he’s handling something volatile and she jerks away hard fast like she’s been burned and it’s stupid it’s stupid because hes always waiting for her to be something she’s not and it makes her want to scream makes her want to ruin him just to prove she can just to prove he’ll still come back after and she wants to tell him to leave to go to get out before she turns into something worse but she doesn’t she just looks at him through the rim of her glass and drinks until the room blurs around the edges until he’s nothing but a smudge in the corner of her vision until her own reflection in the window doesn’t look quite like her anymore

(but she isn’t them she isn’t)

the glass shatters against the wall and she doesn’t know if she threw it or if it slipped from her fingers or if it even matters and sge hates him she hates him she hates him for this for pretending like she’s something that can be fixed and she turns away turns her back on him turns her back on the mess and the broken glass and the way he looks at her like he still sees something worth saving and she walks away not knowing if she wants him to follow or if she wants him to finally finally let her go

[your-favourite-yapper]

au where saintcurse has a daughter & pandora sacrifices the child for ritual

I don't think this is what u wanted but ummm I'm sorry...

one of the first few things ive acc writing(no tedited from drafts) so umm it's a little (very) wonky..don't hate me + don't ask me how the daughter got here...I nvr learnt bio soo I think they're divorced tho

1.

the baby is small smaller than she thought it would be small enough to fit in her hands small enough to break if she wanted to small enough to think about not breaking because that’s how it always starts isn’t it she holds it too long too carefully she looks at it too closely she wonders what it might feel like to love and then suddenly she is something else something weak something ruined something that could be shattered if she’s not careful so she is careful she doesn’t hold it too long doesn’t look too close doesn’t wonder what it might feel like to love because love is a sickness and she is sick enough as it is

The baby has mary's eyes and isn’t that something she sees them staring up at her big dark full of nothing full of everything the baby doesn’t know her doesn’t know anything hasn’t learned yet that people are cruel hasn’t learned yet that sometimes hands don’t hold sometimes they hurt sometimes they take and never give back hasn’t learned yet that its mother isn’t coming back isn’t going to swoop in and save her isn’t going to clutch her to her chest and press kisses to her hair and tell her she loves her because that’s not how this story ends no no no it will end in blood it ends in fire it ends with her hands around something so small so fragile so breakable and breaking it breaking it breaking it because she is something ruined and what else do ruined things do but ruin others

(she isn’t her parents though she isn’t her mother she tells herself as she sharpens the knife as she draws the circle as she carves the symbols into the wood into the floor into her skin)

the baby doesn’t cry when she sets her down and that’s almost worse she wonders if she knows if something in her tiny little body understands if she can feel it feel the weight of what is about to happen if she can sense it the same way animals can sense an earthquake before it comes but no that’s ridiculous babies don’t know anything babies are stupid helpless fragile things she’s doing it a mercy really that’s what she tells herself as she raises the knife as she presses it against soft soft skin as she whispers the words as she spills the blood as she tastes copper on her tongue and feels warmth on her fingers as the circle flares to life as the shadows twist and the thing inside her whispers yes yes yes as the baby goes silent as the room grows cold as she steps back back back away from the mess from the proof from the consequence of her actions as she presses a hand to her stomach as she smiles wide too wide teeth glinting in the candlelight because this is what she wanted this is what she needed this is what she was always meant to do wasn’t it wasn’t it wasn’t it

2.

mary is screaming she is screaming so loud she thinks her throat might split but she doesn’t care she doesn’t care she doesn’t care because pandora has the baby and mary doesn’t mary is clawing at the ground at the walls at her own skin and it’s not enough it’s never enough she needs to be clawing at pandora needs to be ripping her apart needs to be making her bleed the way mary is bleeding inside but she can’t she can’t she can’t because the ropes bite into her wrists and ankles and pandora is looking at her with something like pity like love like devotion like madness and she is saying shhh my love shhh you’ll understand soon you’ll see you’ll see you’ll see and mary wants to tell her that she will never understand that she will never see that she will never love her again but all that comes out is another scream another useless broken sound because the baby is still in pandora’s arms still small still warm still so still and mary doesn’t remember how to pray but she prays anyway

pandora is talking now her voice light her voice soft her voice full of something sickly sweet and rotting she is telling mary all the things she’s told her before about fate about devotion about the way their love was written in the stars about how the baby was never meant to be how the baby is a mistake a roadblock an obstacle in the way of something greater something purer something real and mary is shaking her head shaking so hard she thinks she might break her own neck because no no no the baby is real the baby is here the baby is hers and she wants to spit in pandora’s face wants to bite and kick and tear and fight but she is tied down tied down like a lamb for slaughter and pandora is still talking still smiling still cooing at the baby like she hasnt done something unspeakable like she hasnt committed the worst sin of all and mary is crying now thick ugly sobs wracking through her body and she hates it she hates pandora she hates herself she hates the universe for letting this happen and she begs again begs and pleads and chokes on her own breath and says please pandora please don’t do this don’t do this don’t do this

pandora is stepping back stepping into the circle stepping into the place she has made for herself and the baby and something else something waiting something hungry and mary knows then knows in the deepest pit of herself that there is no stopping this that pandora will not be swayed that pandora has never been swayed not by reason not by love not by anything that isn’t the all-consuming thing in her chest that she calls devotion and mary wants to close her eyes wants to pretend this isn’t happening but she can’t she can’t she can’t because she has to look has to bear witness has to carry this with her for the rest of her life however long or short that might be and she wonders if this is her punishment if this is what she gets for loving something too much for letting herself be happy for one brief moment and she wants to scream again but her voice is gone and the ropes are too tight and pandora is holding the knife and the candles are flickering and the shadows are stretching and the air is too thick to breathe and the baby is still there still small still warm still breathing and then—

It isnt

[your-favourite-yapper]

saintcurse ceo mary au?

ofc <333

Im Assuming u r talking abt mary being the ceo

So Mary in hs is v much sidelined/ overlooked and even when being looked at at its onky by pervy seniors (shes a freshman) nd she cant sit w the popular girls bc her skins darker than them nd all the girly blogs she sees are for pinstraight hair and pale skins and petite slim figures nd shes NONE of that nd she gets laughed at when she says she wants to mamek her own business nd she gets side eyes when she signs up 4 the hardest classes bc she's a black GIRL nd she also gets them when she gets the highest grades nd every1 says she mustve slept w the tr nd she hates that that wldnt even b wrong bc alot of the trs look at her body ("so mature for her age !!") Alot longer than at the others nd she nates that even if she did get her lolita tr x student agegap romance it wldnt b cute bc they only want her 4 her body nd cld care less abt her dreams nd goals nd dreams nd even thos she talks w alot of girls alot of them secretly hate her + apart from like 2 close friends yhat often group up wo her during lunch nd school trips nd sleepovers (nd she probably shld stop being friends w them but she bites her tongue and Does it bc she needs to atleast 0retend to be not w loner) but shes still alone except 4 this girl who she HATES bc pandora rarely evr studies (she does but not like...acc subjs they learn) nd shes a WEIRDO a FREAK but she gets accepted to the popular girls bday nd pool parties nd whenever she talks 2 mary her finds always wna go 2 pamdora bc they find her "unique" and "sawr eccentric" so pandora can steal her bsfs if she wanted she can do all that bc she's a rich white girl w both parents nd a cool older brother so when she signs up for weird classes and acts weird she doesn't get labeled as a freak.

Nd pandora tries to get to kno mary nd gets her flowers nd talks 2 her but mary HATES pandora (see: above) so she doesn't reciprocate

Nd in college there's this girl Sandra whose everything mary wants blonde, pale prtty smart hot confident popular nd mary entertains Sandra for a bit in their sorority nd they have fun talking agt their resp dreams but ev Sandra kicks mary out nd msry vows to be more successful than Sandra and make her eat dirt

But ne way she gets thru hs nd gets thru college nd gets thru shitty ppl nd shitty situations tht r now behind her nd has her business nd sure she gets slandered on the media but she's good she's a good ceo a good boss nd she built herself up w nothing but the dirt they threw at her nd sure she gets thru most days on pure spite but she gets thru the day nd manages to get her dad a house in Atlanta (he dies before he got to live a wk tgere but at least he died Knowing mary Made it) nd she has 2 hire a researcher / scientist nd the most qualified one is....pandora

Nd a part of mary wants to scream no no no no bc she doesn't want pandora here but she knos it's best for her business so she bites her tongue and Does it even tho pandora reminds her of the pale skinny girls who made fun of her in hs w snarky words she mistook as genuine kindness (even tho pandora was nvr one of them) nd hires pandora after stalking her on the phone nd sees that pandora cldve been more accomplished if she'd joined her dad's business but she didn't and that makes mary so mad bc pandora (once again) had the option mary nvr had and didn't take it

Nd mary makes pandoras life HELL schedules meetings at 4am nd changes contracts halfway nd as 4 smthing that wkd take 6hrs to do but asks 3hrs b4 pandoras work time ends nd messes up pandoras filing system nd makes snarky comments to her over EVERYTHING bc she needs pandora to kno that she Made it and noone ESP NOT pandora a person who didn't NEED to work as hard for EVERYTHING as mary but pandoras match3s marys freak and shows up to the meeting nd retreads the contract nd finishes it while working unpaid overtime nd still compliments marys clothes and accessories nd pretends (for marys sake) that the mary in hs nd this one r df ppl nd takes the backhanded compliments nd rough shoves nd harsh kisses w a smile bc she's always wanted just mary nd this person IS mary changed and ripped and torn out of childhood but stull mary

Nd they get tghtr nd have their fun being cute Lil wuh luh wuhs nd making out after work nd mary can get excited around pandora nd yeah...they're just v cute

But mary thinks pandora is cheating nd keeps that in the back of her mind so when they fight mary always cuts a little deeper than needed always yells a little louder than necessary nd mary thinks pandora only want her as a joke to talk abt in the nxt bday or pool party or sleepover mary wasnt invited to (even tho hs has been long gone for 10 yrs and the last time mary was made fun of for her skin cokor was 5yrs ago)but it's ok bc after they make up they hold hands nd that's v nice

then one day pmadora shows mary her new project nd it's... abt mary like an acc study on mary nd mary thinks she was rlly right all along nd pandora only wanted her for a joke for an experiment to document and mobpve on from so she slaps pandora nd rides on her private jet (wher to ? Idk) but that crashes nd she dies nd pandora khs after finding out abt this what what

(Marys company was taken over by sandra)