#fragmcntdstars

[vyrulent]

christmas starter || @fragmcntdstars ( enzo )

Lydia pulled her heavy coat closer to her body. Snow had packed into the ground making it completely impossible to leave. She was stuck in Winter River for Christmas Eve. She would miss Delia's party in the city ( though, she was sure that was more good luck than bad luck ).

"You're so lucky that you don't get cold," Lydia offered up as she pulled herself away from the window to move back to the weak fire. Thoughts slipped to the attic, of who may be hiding up there in wait. She made certain to keep that thought off of her face.

"I hope the power stays on."

[onebigerror]

@fragmcntdstars asked: "oh, of course it's all my fault… of course, because it's never yours!" (al and eddie) // still accepting this meme

al chuckled at how spirited his son was. eddie was still the same spitfire kid he'd left behind to do his time. he should have known that eddie would be just fine without him. and he'd taken care of addie too when faye split not long after he'd been arrested. some of the thanks went to his brother. wayne had always been a saint doing everything for everyone. and it was al that stupidly went and had a family when it surely was far from his calling in life. he couldn't even keep a goldfish alive as a kid and then he went off and had children that were damned to suffer due to his mistakes.

"you said it, kid. not me." the two had never gotten along. they'd never seen eye to eye on a single damn thing and it wasn't like that would change any time soon. "an' just ya know, i wasn't pointing any fingers. you jumped to conclusions like you always go and do." al shook his head. "was only suggesting you could have come and visited me in jail. written a letter or something. wouldn't have killed you would it?" the fact that he hardly deserved his children to visit or correspond with him wasn't completely lost on al. he knew he was a prick but the problem was that he didn't care. "would've been nice to know i still had someone on the outside." someone to crash with, borrow money from, maybe even to try and take down when he inevitably screwed up his parole and went back to the slammer.

[berylcluster]

⊰ starter for @fragmcntdstars HANNIBAL for CLAYTON ⊱

➫ HANNIBAL had only met his son on a number of occasions, that is, on paper. To him, the entire concept was foreign, his own father was never truly a father to him. He had no experience, no model to follow, but he cared for this kid. Perhaps his mother would have preferred him to take on a normal life, perhaps she would have moved him far away and kept him away from his corrupted father, but Hanni had insisted he stay near. Just in case. He could spend a few hours of visitation normally, until Clayton expressed interest in the extracurriculars of his father's life. Which Dr. Lecter was all too eager to show him. Teaching a young fledging was his life's dream, a better hunter than he, that's all he wanted. He wasn't ever sure how much his mother knew about her son sneaking out, not that he ever asked, Clarice's reigns on her son were her own burden to bear, not his. In his mind, he was passing on his knowledge from one generation to the next. This particular evening, however, the therapist had been getting ready for his evening meal when his front door blipped, letting him know someone had made themselves a guest without his permission. Usually, he'd be irked by this, but he knew who this particular body was, although they had no standing appointment. "Clayton, I'm in the kitchen. Take off your shoes, please, before you step in."

[t-errifier]

𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐒? of course not, the two of them were currently planning their next move together - though, ART was making sure that @fragmcntdstars was covered in christmas spirit before they made their move. wrapping a thin line of battery - powered christmas lights around his neck, he gave STU a big thumbs up - looking good !

[ferociiumarchive]

« @fragmcntdstars » stabbed the heart ;

Fingers idly drumming over his clothed thigh, hazel hues trained on the flickering flames of the campfire.

" In a strange way we are free. " He hummed, a chuckle held back, last thing he needed was to seem like he was enjoying that. " We've reached the end of the line. We have nothing more to lose. "

[lightsiided]

     it's a beautiful day -- sunny and breezy, the temperature pleasant. not that it matters MUCH, rey thinks, as she checks the falcon to ensure it's ready to fly. soon they will be in space, just the two of them. there will be no distractions. she and ben will have all the time in the world to talk, to reconnect. no one will be able to interrupt them, and they'll be able to go WHEREVER they want. the plan (or lack thereof) is so exciting she's giddy with it as she completes their flight prep, beaming as soon as she catches ben on his way to meet her. "hi," rey calls, once he's close enough to hear her, just outside the falcon's ramp. "ready to go?"

@fragmcntdstars liked for a starter!

[luminescenc1e]

“ Don’t get your panties in a bunch handsome. I was merely suggesting a break-in - maybe alluding to the appearance of that big monster deep inside you to show up and spook a few people. I of course would be delighted. I feel like we’d have many things in common…I’m sure you can guess which. ” The little park was mostly deserted, with them and an older woman and her even older poodle, on the other side, slowly moving towards one of the wooden benches.

If he had to take a guess which of them would die first, he hoped the old lady, at least that way the dog might follow sooner, the opposite seemed far too depressing. Maybe a happy circumstance in which both die together, a tumble down the stairs. “ So, is it a date? Come on, I heard you were really fun! ”

@fragmcntdstars liked the starter call / accepting!

[chaosfindsaway]

@fragmcntdstars said “ Where have you been? ” // indy for Ian malcolm

"That's not really relevant to the current situation," Ian spoke slowly, buttoning his shirt up. He realized it may have looked as if he'd come back from doing something strange, but this shirt was actually quite old - that third button often unclipped itself as it was loose and wobbly. "I'm here now so let's, uh, find the information we came for and get out before we're seen."

[insufferablemonsters]

𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔶 & 𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔞 - 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔲𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 @fragmcntdstars.

andy  knew  how  horrible  and  evil  chucky  was.  for  some  reason,  that  little  fucker  can  squirm  in  your  head,  supernaturally  or  otherwise,  and  ruin  everything  about  your  own  person.  andy  was  living  proof  of  that.  all  andy  wanted  to  do  in  his  life  was  annihilate  chucky  completely  and  anyone  else  that  was  helping  that  doll  succeed  in  any  of  his  horrendous  undoings  to  others.  nica  was  a  victim  of  chucky  and  andy  refused  to  believe  that  she  enjoyed  the  things  he  made  her  do  with  her  body.  helping  nica  would,  in  turn,  help  andy  find  some  peace  in  his  life.  while  helping  nica,  he  found  himself  growing  feelings  for  her,  unlike  he  had  for  anyone.  he's  never  had  time  in  his  life  for  romance  or,  really,  even  friends.  nica  was  the  closest  thing  to  that,  and  the  closer  he  got  to  her,  the  more  his  heart  grew  fond  of  her.  he  was  relieved  that  nica  was  willing  to  let  him  help  her.  he  stood  up  from  his  stool,  extending  a  hand  out  to  her  to  help  her  up  from  her  stool.  a  light  chuckle  emits  from  andy's  lips  at  her  words,  shaking  his  head  lightly,   ❛   no,  i'm  not.  that  fucker  deserves  to  die,  and  you  deserve  a  chance  to  live  your  life  without  him   ❜   he  replied,  offering  a  friendly  smile.  he  leans  in  to  her  a  little  closer,  staring  into  her  eyes,   ❛   i'm  not  going  to  give  up  on  you.   ❜

[tiffanyxvalentine]

cont'd.

Dark eyes flit down and then back to the brunette's face as Tiffany listens intently, curious to know everything that's about to be said. It isn't disappointing. A nurse who opened windows? Not allowed outside? How often were the windows opened, she wonders. How often was Nica allowed a breath of something other than the stagnant air surely filtering through the room she'd been trapped in? She'd heard stories about these kinds of places. The mistreatment that took place inside. It was utterly fascinating. Had Nica suffered the same fate up until now? Tiffany wanted all of the answers. If only she'd known Nica at the time, maybe she could have presented her with a similar gift. How entertaining that would have been! Her gaze follows suit to the window, settling briefly on the falling snow. Such a beautiful inconvenience. She hopes and prays to Dambala that her car doesn't get stuck. She wanted to comment on how it must be nice, coming to this place after the previous one. But there was nothing nice about being locked away, no matter the circumstance.

"Do they treat you well here Nica? For the most part I mean…"

@fragmcntdstars

[vyrulent]

continued || @fragmcntdstars

Lydia had known what it was like to be different. She'd been bullied in school simply because she was the odd girl that wore black and liked the more macabre. She hadn't dealt with the violence that gay kids dealt with -- though, in the town she lived in, there weren't any that claimed such a life openly -- but there had been the teasing, the verbal assaults that always cut deep.

"Is that your unfinished business? Finding the ring?"

[onebigerror]

@fragmcntdstars asked:  ❛ i’ve been thinking about you all day. ❜ (stu & tamryn - older verse) // still accepting this meme

tamryn stood at the stove in one of her brother's t-shirts as she stirred a skillet of bacon and eggs. “you mean all night...it’s 6am. you’ve been in your office writing the entire night.” it was something she was used to as they were both very nocturnal creatures. “did you actually get any writing done or did you just think about me the whole night?” she certainly wouldn’t complain if it was the latter, tamryn found herself missing stu just as much when he wasn’t with her. even if he was under the same roof. “stu!” she laughed when his arms went around her from behind and his lips found her neck. she never called him ‘richard’ unless it was for appearances. when they were alone he was stu. her stu. it didn’t matter how long they’d been separated or how many years she went thinking that he was dead. “you’re going to make me burn breakfast!” she really didn’t care all that much about breakfast, he could make her forget about anything without much effort at all. “do you want to eat burnt eggs?” she breathed out. “because if you keep distracting me that’s what will happen.”

[dogtccth]

you found me. // harley to roman

" Are you done running away ? " Asked as he tries to remain calm , but his men surround exits just in case she tries to try and make a run for it .

[berylcluster]

⊰ starter for @fragmcntdstars HANNIBAL for WILL ⊱

➫ HANNIBAL hadn't quite settled into their new life, wiping his finger on every available surface and clicking his tongue every time he brought the digit to his face to examine it. This lodge wasn't taken care of, or hadn't seen a single duster since it had been built, either way. Just like the last place, he could count on the pair not staying here for very long, but he longed for the comforts of his home. Years of a fabricated medical practise paid for that house once or twice over, and while he wasn't hurting for money, they couldn't spend too much money on the roof over their heads or the foods they bought. Too much of a red flag, need to stay under the radar, he hears Will's voice in his head, scolding him almost. How dare he complain about his comfort levels. This had left the cannibal in quite a put out mood, finding everything wrong with the lodging that he could, until finally he could take no more.

Donning his signature apron, he fashioned a duster with a wrinkled shirt he found on the floor earlier, tying it loosely around his own hand, and once he started this, he couldn't be stopped. Cleaning and cooking had been the ways in which he could relax, find peace within himself when the world around him was so unkept and chaotic. And since he could no longer cook, with no kitchen to speak of anymore. Chaos was fun when you could control it, not so much when the dirt was staring you in the face. Hannibal hadn't meant to go snooping through his roommate's things, however, while moving Will's bag, a medical kit had rolled to the floor. Now this was odd, as he knew his friend, and knew that he would never engage in dangerous drugs. Unless it was without his knowledge, the doctor corrected himself, placing the pack back on the bag, not inside. This was entirely intentional, a smirk creeping onto his lips, as he silently hoped the other would walk in as this was happening. The consequences not bothering him so much, his curiosity was too delicious.

[babydxhl]

@fragmcntdstars​ | starter call. 

It’s easier to look at the red-tinted shards glittering on the dinner plate than at the tweezers making methodical work of her ribbon-sliced palm; Mary fixes her gaze on them until her vision blurs, until the pain dulls to a vague, nondescript burning. In that way, she can disconnect. As though someone has set fire to something very near to the end of her arm, the heat close enough to sear.

“He was getting too friendly.” In her periphery, through stray curls, she can monitor Harley’s expression. “It’s not charity,” she clarifies, a little louder lest the sound of the semi-conscious man being savagely beat in the next room overwhelm her words. Beneath their feet comes the familiar buzz of jazz music, of cutlery, of laughter.

Mary regrets breaking the glass over the back of his head. She should have let Harley deal with it, and saved herself the trouble.  

“It’s bad for business.”

[lightsiided]

❝ when i am with you, i…i can scarcely think. you are all i ever dreamt of. ❞ // from ben

* asoiaf starters | accepting

     her smile is shy beneath the starlight. rey ducks her head, hoping her hair will fall in front of her face and hide the red flush that unfurls across her cheeks. part of her can hardly believe what she's HEARING. she and ben are honest with each other, yes, about the way they feel -- as much as they can be, but...

this feels like something else ENTIRELY. in all the time they've known each other, they've never spoken so plainly about what's between them. about this slow exploration of what being together might actually entail.

then there's the other part to contend with: that she is something he has DREAMT of. that sentiment in particular seems too good to be true. and it means much to her, that even when destiny separated them by time, space and circumstance, that she might've still been on his mind in such a way.

thinking about ben pining makes something squirm inside her chest.

"thank you for sharing that," rey murmurs, if only to buy herself a moment to try and think of something INTELLIGENT to say in return. it feels like there are no words that might adequately explain how she feels about him. it never has, so she has tried to show him through gestures, instead, how much he means to her. she has tried to be there for him always, whenever he might need even a moment of comfort. she has tried to shield him from anything that might cause harm.

but she wants to make him feel the way he's just made her feel -- full of hope and excitement, warmth filling her from head to toe. rey lifts her chin and smiles dazzlingly at him. "i feel sort of the same way about you. it's like... if we're not together, i'm thinking about you, and... i pretty much ALWAYS think how much better anything i might be working on would be if you were doing it with me. and i'm just... really glad we're together again, ben. i dreamt about it a lot, too."

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