#frightes

[spiritdreamt]

"do every stupid thing that makes you feel alive," she suggests. "do every stupid thing to try to drive the dark away." hasn't she done that? hasn't she been desperate? "let people call you crazy for the choices that you make—just stay alive."

amy aka spent gladiator 1 — the mountain goats / for @frightes

[slashaer]

@frightes.

[huntedvideo]

incoming case . . . everyone’s flawed. at least you know it and aren’t super weird or righteous about it.

'i guess. i mean, thanks for that. i just sometimes feel like i am being weird and righteous about it,' that might be his imposter syndrome. it might even be his paranoia. as much as finley claimed not to care about what people thought of him, it wasn't always that easy. he didn't want anyone believing he was an elitist, that he considered himself better than everyone. this all stemmed from within him, of course, but that didn't make him feel better. 'i'm totally overthinking it,' finley concludes, sighing as he leans back in his chair, giving a small grin up to sally. 'i mean, it was one article on the onion. right? i just have t'move on,' he didn't want to be one of those celebrities that obsessed over his publicity online. 'i'm over it. thanks for talking me through it. now maybe we can get back to work,' @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 ✐.

[slashaer]

@frightes.

[huntedvideo]

incoming case . . . i can neither confirm nor deny whether i may or may not know something of importance to this situation.

'that's too ominous and vague of an answer. i need more than that, for sure,' finley couldn't help the way he held the blade in his hand, silver in case the being in front of him could be killed that way. or killed, at all. their face looked so familiar, as if fin had seen them in flashes, behind speeding cars, or leaning around trees in dark woods. fin didn't take too kindly to being watched; he was paranoid enough, as is, and didn't need someone stalking him across the country. knuckles flex against the blade, eyes squinted at the other standing several feet from him. 'you've been following me. why? and don't lie because i'm not afraid t'use this thing if i have to,' @frightes.

[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."

[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.