#frightes

[slashaer]

@frightes.

[shadowbrn]

❝ it's good to be aware the world is blatantly unfair. ❞

@frightes 💖 for zac.

[devilscheck]

@frightes sent ❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜ / from sybill

ASKBOX FUN TIME // ALWAYS ACCEPTING

She couldn't help but let out a girlish laugh, her finger moved to twirl her hair a bit. The change in her eyes was something she enjoyed much more than she had ever let on. It was just a part of the NEW person she was becoming, even if it came with a bloodlust and secret. Little by little, her skin moved from porcelain to an ivory steel and her teeth began to feel like claws of their own. But her eyes, while still tough, they held a beautiful element to them. She felt like a snake, felt connected to their smoothness and the way they could hide away for an attack.

"You're just being a flirt now," Jennifer mused with a wide grin, her head tilted to the side. It was the more she felt comfortable in her new self that the confidence continued to bloom. Sure, she had always had a bit of confidence, but not like this, not like FEELING like a god. "But lucky for you, I am such a fan of a flirt. Hell, I'd pay a premium to be in a company of one ALL the time."

[slash-aaa]

SYBILL ERNEST: BLOOD. SENDER CLEANS BLOOD OFF OF RECEIVER.

he's shaken. anxious. things a vampire should never be, not with their power. but valentine had never been like others of his kind, not since he was a child ( not since he saw his family burn alive in their home ). standing in front of sybill, his lilac eyes ablaze, he tried not to flinch away from her hand as it rose to wipe away spatters of blood, just beginning to dry across his face. he could still taste it on his lips, around his mouth, on his tongue - the metallic flavor scrambling his senses. he had never enjoyed their frenzy, especially when it was basically forced upon him. 'are you alright?' valentine's voice was small, quiet, as she continued to clean him up. even after seeing him act as the monster he had always been. 'did you get hurt?' @frightes.

[themacabrebarbie]

@frightes liked for a LYRIC STARTER !

God, he couldn't stop staring and he could sense everyone saw it. They stood in the dark of some dive bar, the jukebox playing some song he had wished he knew the name to. Instead, he was haunted by the lyrics, thinking of her even when she stood there right in front of him. His teeth ran over his bottom lip, his head shook from side to side until he glanced down. Benny had never been one good with words or sentiments, he preferred to put every ounce of emotion into the games he played. But yet, this time, the words snuck out, influenced by the liquid courage that only Miller Highlife could sponsor.

"I wanna hear one song without thinkin' of you-"

lyrics from me & my dog by boygenius

[wasdeviant]

a danger to herself and others. that's what law enforcement and the media have been saying about her since she was able to escape the eden club. and perhaps they weren't wrong, after all. where her first kill had been self defense, fully and wholly, the rest were questionable, at best. shavonna has come to terms with the nature of her violence, and how she thought it was for the good of those around her, even if others didn't see it that way. there were humans who deserved to die, and androids who deserved to live without abuse, and she was simply doing what she thought was right in this world. the police and those who spread lies of her on television could say what they like. none of it mattered to shavonna, anymore.

'i didn't expect you to be up for another few hours,' shavonna was just tying the laces of her boots, shrugging on the hooded jacket she wore every day to hide herself from security cameras and passerby. there were few places she could go, now, where she wouldn't be noticed or harmed. here, with viktor, was one of those places. and she hasn't admitted it aloud yet, but she is more appreciative than she lets on. 'there are a few things i need to take care of. i was planning on getting them done before you noticed i was gone,' if nothing else, he deserved honesty. he's at least earned that. 'if you'll have me, i'll be back before noon,' @frightes.

[dynastymuses]

@frightes liked this for a starter {{&&felicity&philippa}}

❝Is it sad I do not wish to go shopping for my wedding with mother? I was going to see if Penelope would like to join me, but she is away for Eloise’s wedding❞ felicity loved her family, but she never liked her mothers taste, and she was close with Penelope more than her other older sisters, but she looked at Philippa ❝would you like to come with me instead?❞

[giallifilm]

" -- the past is dead, the future is unimaginable. " @frightes sent ✐.

[regencis]

˗ˏˋ   fredrick beaumont  ,  our ' almost ' will always haunt me.    ˎˊ˗​​​

perhaps it is the feeling in the air that brings out such honesty from her friend. love did bloom within this season, and pru supposed she couldn't blame any man for feeling a certain way. or perhaps it's the drink, filled as soon as a glass is empty, scooping ladle after ladle from the punch bowl. or even the circulating whispers from lady whistledown ; rumors and drama may bring out even more than love and romance, should someone let it. desperately, prudence tries to rationalize what could possibly have made fredrick say this to her - her, of all people. had they not been best friends as children, that friendship carrying on into their adulthood? yes, it had dwindled some after he had found his wife and moved away with her, but prudence never stopped caring about fredrick. he deserved every happiness, including a marriage and children, and what happened to his wife was a tragedy.

pru understood the emotions that swelled back up into her stomach and chest as he arrived back in the ton. but she'd pushed them down, simply grateful that her friend was back again. now he was muttering about their almost, and prudence's breath catches in her throat. 'why are you saying this?' pru murmurs, glancing out across the estate, standing high above on the balcony. 'now - here, of all places?' she cannot state exactly how she's feeling - overwhelmed at the prospect that he might love her as she does him, frustrated that he had decided to drop this on her, yet hopeful, beneath it all. hand rests against her stomach. suddenly her corset feels too tight around her ribs, and when she looks at fredrick, tears fill her eyes. 'there is no greater cruelty than being lied to, lord beaumont, so if this may be your idea of a jest, i would beg you, take it back now,' before she does something regrettable, like kiss him. @frightes.

[slashaer]

@frightes.

[theseancekid]

@frightes sent: “Don’t sit and stew in it like this. Talk to someone. Talk to me.” from viktor

"I'm not stewing." Klaus mutters the words around the fingernail he's been gnawing at for the past ten minutes. "If anything, I'm barely simmering. You couldn't even cook ramen in me right now, that's how totally-not-stewing I am."

God, it fucking blows being sober. There's, like, a million different pharmaceuticals that could perk him up in two seconds flat, but they're all long-gone now— flushed down the toilet in one brave (or perhaps stupid) attempt to rip the band-aid off and quit cold-turkey. The worst part is, he probably couldn't even talk about it if he wanted to; all his feelings are so jumbled up, he doesn't even really know if he's pissed or sad or anxious or just constipated— as far as he's able to describe, it's just one big 'ol crock pot of shit brewing in his chest.

Some part of him does know that Viktor's offer comes from genuine compassion, and maybe that's what pisses him off the most, actually— that the world still turns and his siblings get to live their lives and all Klaus is left with is a world on fire.

"And by the way," he hugs his knee closer to his chest with a frown. "If you want people to talk to you, you should start by, I don't know, maybe not publishing a book for the whole world to see how fucked up your siblings are. Just a thought. But what do I know."

[shadowbrn]

❝ i feel like we're drifting apart, and no matter how hard i try, i can't stop it. ❞

@frightes 💖 for percy.

[devilscheck]

@frightes sent “ my innocence died with them. “ / from carrie

ASKBOX FUN TIME // ALWAYS ACCEPTING

Perhaps she knew that feeling all too well, the loss of innocence being something the world seemed to steal rather than her own choice in the matter. Truthfully, Jennifer could have lived in her ignorant bliss for years upon years. Sure, one day maybe she would have looked back to see high school as the best days of her life, a controversial view to humanity, but it would have been SIMPLE. Jennifer ached for simple, she ached for that innocence.

"You and me both," her words spoken lowly, her head tilted to the side as she brushed a piece of hair behind her ear. "But innocence doesn't make you stronger. Being reborn like some god damn witchy phoenix does. You and both-" Jennifer offered out her hand.

"From one BAD OMEN to another, trust me, okay? Together we could be like totally unstoppable. Or at least happy."

[slash-aaa]

religious trauma: something kristen happened to be an expert in. though where her parents used it more for verbal abuse and discrimination, carrie's mother seemed truly evil in the way she used god to her advantages. it make kristen sad. but it also gave them something to bond over. 'doubt isn't so bad, y'know. our parents make it sound terrible that we don't believe in what they believe in, but from experience? the world goes on,' kristen gives a shrug, grinning at carrie, hoping to give her some semblance of comfort, despite never being that good at doing so. 'i'm just saying, you're allowed to be your own person. you can always come live with us at the manor, too - no one forces you to do anything there,' @frightes.

[consumare]

👑 + also wonka pls

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'it's missing... something...' the chocolatier takes another drink from the unmarked bottle in his hand, swishing the liquid inside of his mouth, one cheek to the other, even gargling a bit before he swallows. willy licks his lips, staring up at the ceiling, trying to think. thinking, in fact, so deeply, that a vein can be seen at his temple. 'aha!' the exclamation seems to startle the oompa loompa at his feet, though willy pays that no mind as he storms over to the beakers laid out in a mass of experimentation. 'not enough bubbles. not enough floating!' a mad man's laugh leaves him as he mixes together a steaming concoction, most of which he pours straight into the bottle. swirling the mixture, willy takes another small sip, and feels himself float an inch off the ground. 'we did it!' another laugh escapes, glancing down at his assistant who had just caught their breath, and was startled again. 'we've perfected the fizzy lifting drink! how i knew we could do it!'

[wasdeviant]

as many times as markus has told carl he should be more careful about his sugar intake, carl was always insistent on sending markus to the bakery a few bus stops from his home. as as much as markus was able to give carl a playfully scolding stare, a carl... in that tone of voice that would suggest teasing, markus was to do what he was told. always. yesterday, it was the paint shop, and today, it is the bakery. markus left carl in his studio, telling the old man to call markus if he needed anything, before markus was able to catch the bus and make his way downtown. upon arriving, markus glanced up at the beautiful, handcrafted sign outside before entering the shop, greeting the woman behind the counter with a kind smile. 'good morning, faye,' markus greets, approaching and standing opposite her. 'i'm sure you can guess why i'm here,' tone is friendly, much as it had been programmed to be. 'carl would like a few things. would you like to see the list, or should i read them off to you?' @frightes.