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@hqlfbloods x Penelope
Eloise would be lying if she said she hadn't been concerned to see Lord Debling walk away from Penelope; she and Colin had both disappeared, and she had chosen to return home, wondering if she should stop by the Featherington's house. It felt too much, they weren't friends anymore, but it also wasn't right to ignore everything that was going on in their lives, especially since her brother seemed involved. And then, much to her surprise, she found Penelope in her own home. "Penelope... What are you doing here? What happened?" she halted, remembering that she had decided to always keep a reasonable distance between the two of them. "Isn't this the night of... your proposal?" Her mother had seemed quite certain of it.
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@hqlfbloods — closed starter —
“the time god isn’t going to be happy about this.”
azelf’s voice of reason fell on the deaf ears of their tethered god, as they continued flying through the air of the current dimension said space deity had warped them into.
the spirit of willpower…didn’t like this realm. there was something wrong with it. everything seemed so desolate, so eerily quiet. no pokemon or human in sight.
“relax.”
palkia peered back over their shoulder, a grin on their face. who cared what dialga thought of their little sight-seeing trip. “you worry too much, spirit. see! there’s a heard of humans right there.”
the space god was right, there was a human group down there…but they moved…wrong. they smelled wrong.
the pair flew over the strange humans, continuing their exploration. but as it began to grow darker out, azelf took note of a strange settlement surrounded by walls. the blue spirit levitated over the wall, curiously peering around inside the apparent refuge, lights dim to indicate most of them were asleep.
what was this for? what did they need protection against?
no longer paying attention to where they were floating, azelf knocked into a trash can, spilling its contents into the earth with a loud clatter.
“oh—“
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“You’re hurt, you need to sit down.” ( from maximus ) @hqlfbloods
"Not until I'm sure you are safe," Emma retorted, checking behind them again; she wasn't the best of snipers, truthfully, she was much better at close-combat, or at best with a pistol, but she'd give it her best try. "We are safe. Whatever," she corrected herself, not having meant to sound so knight-in-shiny-armor-y. Ironic, considering who he was.
She took a few difficult steps in his direction, but instead of sitting to rest she put a hand on his shoulder: "Look, Maximus... you should go. I mean... just... start going without me, I'll catch up with you. Right now I can only slow you down, I don't have any stimpacks left."
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@hqlfbloods for mike
jess was absolutely wrecked with exhaustion from the events that occurred after their rescue. they'd all been separated - either taken to the police station to give statements or the hospital. but the police officers? they didn't believe anything she'd said, instead blowing it off. she could only speculate what they truly thought. which only further aggravated the blonde who was already close to panic wondering if mike was alive or dead.
hours later, jess was brought to the hospital to be checked out. physically apart from a lot of internal bruising ( which would heal with time ) and a plethora of cuts, all thanks to the horrific fall into the mines, she would heal. but jess didn't care about herself. all she cared about was finding mike.
managing to sweet talk a nurse into giving her information and leading her to where mike was being treated, the blonde maneuvered her way down a brightly lit hallway and to a room. only two steps inside and she laid eyes on him. ❛ mike! thank god, you're alive! ❜
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“Apparently, you can duct tape a person to a wall. We have duct tape. We have a wall. Are you seeing where I’m going with this?” ( beetlejuice to lydia deetz )
Lydia looked up from adjusting settings on her camera. "And Delia is home...Lets go." She put the camera on her bed and hoped down. "How much duct tape is needed? Its not like she weighs much." Though the two women had grown a bit closer, Lydia still liked to mess with her from time to time. Especially with the help from her best friend. " You pick the wall and i'll bring her in the room and then we attack."
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I think I’m far too interested in too many things to excel at one single pursuit. ( from Eloise )
𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐘 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. accepting!
❝ has anthony been putting thoughts in your head, elly? ❞ because it wouldn't be benedict, they share that same desire to be free of social molding. darius' features are marred by a delicate frown.
❝ and what precisely is wrong with that? excelling at many things would be a marvel, for certain. you have many talents, don't think it folly otherwise. ❞
moving from the fireplace to the piano in the very center of the room, sitting upon the bench. easing the hood open.
❝ if you must know, i feel that after all this time and practice, i'm insufferable at playing. ❞
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@hqlfbloods said; ❝ The proper order of things is often a mystery to me. You too? ❞ ( eloise to cassandra )
╰► SOURCE: american mcee’s alice quotes starters
❝ No; not really. ❞ Cassandra shrugs in a most UNLADYLIKE fashion, shaking her head.
❝ Our existence has become a lot less mysterious to me ever since I realized that the proper order of things, as you call it, is a mere construct created by humanity — and that most humans only perceive a small fraction of everything which the universe has to offer. Once you recognize this fact, then I assure you that things will become much clearer. ❞
#✎ ; universe / timeline ── ❛ dearest gentle reader … ❜ ── bridgerton#╭ ⁞ ❏. narrations / cassandra fatesworth.#╭ ⁞ ❏. written works.#╭ ⁞ ❏. askbox replies.#hqlfbloods
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@hqlfbloods sent:
"Are you in danger?" ( from connor / rk800 )
“I-I'm fine, thanks…” They were a bit shaken up, but able to recover once the android had come to their help. Being jumped at while on their way home hadn't been the most ideal.
As they dusted off their clothes, they lifted their gaze to get a better look at him. It only took them another moment to identify the symbol on his suit and, most noticeably, the led on his right temple.
Their lips parted, but then they simply nodded. “… Thank you,” they repeated.
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@hqlfbloods liked for Anthony re-experiencing the terror of his father's death
As much as Eloise didn't want to admit it, Anthony wasn't the only one left unnerved by bees, but Hyacinth didn't seem to share that fear at all, proud of the three stings on her arm after they had accidentally disturbed a beehive playing Pall Mall. All three had been stung while helping their little sister retrieve the ball, but none as badly as her, who had gotten one on the face as well; Eloise herself had only been stung twice on the same arm and it felt like someone may be trying to burn it with a candle, so she wondered how Hyacinth could still be so lively. Anthony was, naturally, the one who was dealing with it in the worst way possible, nearly in hysterics, and Eloise had to roll her eyes at the misfortune of needing to caught, attracting the attention of her beyond alarmed brother. "Just a cough, that's not how it works." They had seen how it worked, if one got stung by the wrong bee: it was their breath that went away. Hers felt short, but it had to be because of the cough. "But I think we should take Hyacinth home. Put something on that-" She was interrupted by another single cough, and this time it was a tad more difficult to take enough air in afterwards. "But I'm fine! I can keep playing!" "How can you be fine, it burns like fire..." she saw Hyacinth's confused expression, and then found herself coughing more, and this time a thrill of genuine terror went through her as she felt the wheezing sound that came from her throat while she gasped for air, eyes searching for Anthony.
#a bee in your sleeve#yeah that's the title since the ep had it in a bonnet#eloise closed starter;#hqlfbloods#muse: eloise#show: bridgerton#eloise thread;#bees tw
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@hqlfbloods said: “I like you just like this, you know. You don’t have to be perfect.” ( the doctor [ 10, 11 or 13 ] to the tardis )
‘You Did Good’ prompts / ACCEPTING ��
❝ So you’re saying I’m not perfect? ❞
She tiptoes around her console, in a circle, but somehow always on the opposite side from the Doctor, not stepping near her; she imagines it would be disorienting to watch, for anyone but her. Her tone has been playful, teasing, but now she’s adding an edge to it. ❝ Perhaps, if you stopped regenerating in the console room, I wouldn’t have so many errors in my navigation systems! Do you ever think about what a chore repairing and redecorating here, is? Sometimes I want to delete your bedroom just to tell you how mad at you I am! Not that you visit there, nearly as much as you should. ❞ Oh, she loves her Doctor, but she’s not going to pass this chance to lecture at her, as if she, the TARDIS, were her mother.
#hqlfbloods#going with thirteen!#; the tardis ❪ muse. ❫#; stole a time lord and ran away ❯ the tardis ❪ verse / main. ❫#; hqlfbloods / thirteenth doctor & the tardis / 001
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“You didn’t have to be brave. It shouldn’t have happened anyway.” ( from rose maclean ) @hqlfbloods // abuse tw
"If you tell anyone..." she starts warning, her voice strained from the attempt to hold back the crying that so desperately needs to happen, and then Emma looks up at the sky, "Well, I won't do shit to you because you are a sweetheart of a woman, but I'm gonna be pissed, Rose." There are very few people in the world who know the details of what that bastard did to her, although most of those who are aware she wants him dead can probably guess the gist of it. Lee knew most of it, and Emma had left a few too many words slip around Rose, who had caught on, when they thought he may be close - and then the night terrors had come back to haunt Emma and Rose was the one to help her. "The funny thing is... he never even slapped me. His words were more than enough. And I have had plenty men try to kill me, but it's him I dream about doing it. I don't get it." She didn't say that they had gotten married in those dreams, that she somehow knew they had spent decades together in her personal hell. "You can't tell anyone." A wasteland full of monsters, and it was her ex boyfriend that she had nightmares about.
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“ we all have secrets, don’t we? ” ( will graham to dexter morgan )
That couldn't be more true. Dexter was full of secrets but if he wanted to keep the monster behind the cage, those secrets had to stay buried. " Something like that I hear." He answered casually, like a typical person would. Where was this conversation headed? He didn't like not knowing. " It makes people interesting I guess though. You can never truly know someone if you take into account that everyone keeps secrets. "
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“ i can’t keep acting like i don’t see something is wrong with you. ” ( from Benedict )
CONFRONTATIONS. accepting!
there's a soft, husky chuckle at benedict's words. ❝ benny, you're the artist, of course you see it. ❞ though what exactly, darius might just ask later on. if he felt so inclined.
❝ you've known that i carry a sickness, not once have i hidden that from you or anyone else. ❞ truly, he saw no point in that. perhaps it would be better for him if he was direct.
though the conversation that was to follow? he vehemently dreads. his jaw wrenches back and forth, almost with hesitation. when he speaks, it's soft. softer than he intended.
❝ the thought of... ❞ exhale; shaking his head. hopefully, it wouldn't come to that. a moment, before he is exposing his inner thigh. painful lesions scattered across the skin.
❝ it's also why i missed your exhibit last week. ❞ something he almost toppled from, trying to get to, even in the midst of a fever.
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@hqlfbloods : "Every scar has a story, right?" ( from ashley graham )
"yup." it's not like they made much effort to hide them- but why should they? it was just part of their skin, something that they were so used to, that it feels jarring whenever anyone points them out, as if it wasn't normal to have.
what even IS normal?
a few fingers brush against their arm. tracing over old wounds, thinking. she was curious, but should ally really go into the nitty gritty details?
"some of them are.. boring, though. n- nothing of note. like this one," they show ashley their left thumb, it has a long scar that starts from the tip & ends halfway down. "lost my grip on the handle while cutting up some food."
#hqlfbloods#*・゚★ ( resident evil. ) — ❝ ˢʰᵉᵉᵖ ᵃᵐᵒᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒˡᵛᵉˢ ❞#*・゚★ ( ally / ic. ) — ❝ ᵛᵃᵍᵃᵇᵒᶰᵈᵉᵈ ʰʸᵇʳᶤᵈ ❞#the beebo!!!!#ally vc: im gonna hold her like a hamburger
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hold my hand , i don’t want to lose track of you . ( ashley to chris )
🍒 @hqlfbloods . meme call
he's eager, though he's relatively able to catch himself. at times. anyway, chris wants to automatically reach out for her hand (god knew he was going to). . . . however, he pauses. his lips open in thought, kicking into gear in a shift of his weight forward. "don't worry, ash." he finishes. smooth . . . saved it.
he looks down between them, taking her hand before his hues reach up for hers'. she's been so scared tonight, &. they're almost through this. they're just waiting for sam, &. then everything would be alright. they could get out of here. they've she's been through enough. on their way back through the sewer tunnel &. back to the lodge.
"i'm not gonna leave your sight, okay? even for a second." he nods curtly. he wants to be brave, &. he has been. he's been through some things he's not yet able to understand, but right now he's tired. his breath is harsh, his leg is busted. a limp, before they stopped to talk. "i thought we already decided we won't leave each other."
#hqlfbloods#𝐢𝐢𝐢. . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 › thread ]#𝐢𝐯. . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 › answered ]#𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [ 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 › until dawn verse ]
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@hqlfbloods x Benedict
"Did I... spot you dancing again, brother? Without mama needing to prod you first?" Eloise had at least found something to be amused by, dropping on the armchair, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you are in line to be our next Bridgerton-groom. You should have her announce it the way she did for Anthony... or I could do it." The second-eldest son of the family having danced at two different events, now that was something that would make the ladies talk. Especially with the way the blonde woman at the second party had decided to get handsy, as some of the giggling girls there had told her. "I know more than one lady who would be overjoyed to hear they finally have a chance."
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