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@1stltrusso said: tell me what too far means to you.
She feels phantom fingers around her throat. Worse yet, the fingers feel suspiciously like her father's. Even in death, she's a puppet he's controlling, with his hands at her neck and his poison spreading beneath her bones. She can't escape the difference between being Sofia, herself, and Sofia, daughter of a Falcone. Can't even guarantee that she can stomach being the former rather than the latter, but fuck, she is trying. There's something to be said for how she wishes she could bleed out until every trace of her father was gone from her. Maybe then things would feel better.
She turns her head to acknowledge Billy. Her eyes don't look at him, though. The honesty she's about to divulge feels too intimate; the added sensation of locked eyes would actually break her. ❛ When I do something because I'm my father's daughter, and not because it's what I want. ❜ Pauses, for just a second. ❛ Then, that's too far. ❜
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" four bingos? i think the concert is a deserved first date. would take my whiskey-eyed boyfriend anywhere if he asked me to. "
okay, but he is already in deep shits with stiles. be ready boy, because he's going to deliver lot of gifts with his power. even when he's away, he's going to gift him the thing he needs most. even himself for cuddles.
#humanchewtoy#answered.#prose.#re. stiles + dorian.#they are going to see taylor in one of her concert.#mark my words
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@wickedslip, nausicaä thorn mikaelson sent: what are you doing?
kol knew that his beloved wife wasn't feeling too well at the moment. he could clearly sees that on her facial expression when she was around him or he could feel it when he was away from her, so when he was near her, just like tonight, trying to comfort her as best he could, he couldn't help but pick up the laptop, which she had carefully placed on the bedside table, and try to research exotic animals that could make her even happier than the two babies they already had.
trying to type words on that damned computer without making too much noise in the dim light of their room and sighing for the umpteenth time, because yes, technology and kol were two, he sighed softly as he tried to find what he was looking for but stopped typing on the keyboard when he heard his little wife ask him what he was doing.
looking at her side of the bed, and at the clock, he leaned slightly against her, kissing her neck tenderly as he added, in a whisper. " i'm trying to find you some presents. so, shush. go back to sleep. dream about our next honeymoon while your perfect, mortal husband finds the best present you deserve on this earth. "
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@lightcreators, thomas required a starter from amelia paige.
" i may be a paige but i'm certainly not like my mother. " a mother? how can she call ava mother when she would do anything and everything to have her blood? her blood that was certainly not like hers. she too had passed the tests with flying colors. she was their favorite. she could still hear janson telling her how important she was. bile rose when she thought of the friends she had lost. rage too rose slowly inside of her. the people she had in front of her were no longer those she had fun with two years ago. they had all become pieces of a maciavellian puzzle that she herself had managed to create. " i might have been there and not in that stupid maze, but i watched everyone die. that was my punishement for not telling them what i knew. "
#she's a text muse but i love her already.#lightcreators#⸤ ₀₀₁ ⸣ ⸻ amelia paige.#prose.#death mention tw#death mention cw
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❛ SO, IT'S THE TRUTH THEN. ❜ She's wide-eyed and mouth agape. She's just gotten into a brawl, but of course she still has time for a friend in need! Or maybe this is just her sating her curiosity. Does it really matter? Blonde pigtails scatter around as she shakes her head left to right. ❛ Your girl just turned into a big ole furry? I mean, obviously we always knew Barbara was a MONSTER FUCKER, but to become one? Now that's method. ❜
@ataviisms
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' tell me , @vi0lnt. since when did your ego grow to be so insufferably large? ' leaned back in an excessively oversized piece of furniture , grin etched upon the features of the youngest directed toward the elder of the two. back from the grave and clearly putting this second chance at life to good use. ' i do worry for you , dear brother. if it grows any larger you may just lose your head. ' a snicker , relentlessly childish was he , but deservedly so. he didn't spend this long on the otherside to spend his time resurrected dwelling on whatever problems niklaus and elijah seemed to constantly be fretting over.
kol , on the other hand , was a refreshing change of pace. rebekah had been flighty , concerned by the most mundane offerings of the modern era. their elder siblings were constantly at each other's throats , more so on the side of elijah and klaus in way of finn , but kol and henrik had been seemingly tossed aside , the unwanted children left out of the grown up conversations. perhaps that was a good thing.
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“ why are you really here? ”
❛ I can't remember ? ❜
He turns his pill-addled brain in the direction of the other but then, realizes with a little wince and a slight squint of his pale blue eyes that she was talking to someone else. Or at least he thinks she is. It was pushing 2AM and his drugs were just barely wearing off.
Kerry, however, tries to get the full of attention of the shorter. He was nursing a spliff and debating hopping to the next club that was open (if there were anymore open) or finding something to eat. He was starving. He had the hunger of a ravenous dog.
In his stupor, he smiles.
❛ are you talking to me ? I can't bloody tell... ❜
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˚ ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵘˡᵉˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉˢ : " 𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, "
[ ... ] 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 to relationships ( or, whatever the fuck this is ), and all the toxicity of tying himself to URL, that he hasn't quite mastered. he knows that makes @natal7e tick, and how to fan the fuel of her fire, but not quite how to extinguish the flames. there's a gap between them that will always go unmentioned, of a past hiding behind her that he can never quite poke and prod at. far too heavy, holding a mysticism that he's not even close to being mature enough to handle. they'll always be just that : almost what the other needs, but never quite enough. " i don't know, nat ... you tell me. it's fucking tiring being the villain of your life all the time. give me a break, yeah ? " worst part of all of this : it was probably his fault, too. but when both of them have wilingly tied blindfolds around each other's eyes, and agreed that they will only talk about the stuff that don't matter ... reality's sharp hit stings eternal. " ... you think i like fighting with you ? i'm fucking tired too, "
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WELL, ISN'T SHE A SLEEPING BEAUTY? Harley's blonde hair frames her face like a halo. But we both know you're no angel, don't we? Drool slips from her open mouth, sullying the pillow beneath her head. Ah, that's more like the jester that Selina knows!
Selina is laying on the massive bed with the familiar black sheets inches away from Harley, head resting on her propped up hand, just watching the other woman breathe and snore and sleep. She resists the urge to pet her hair. Until she decides to do so, anyways. Perhaps it would be a sweet sight to behold. If it wasn't for the fact that Harley is fucking her husband, that is. (Ex-husband, Selina).
Yes, imagine her surprise when she found her friend in her husband's bed, the room smelling like sex and the bedsheets wet with his come. It took everything in her not to slash Harley's throat while she slept. The only reason she hasn't is because she wants to see the look of fear on Harley's face when she does it. Ah, finally, Sleeping Beauty is waking the fuck up!
She plasters a sickly sweet smile on her lips when Harley eventually stirs awake. ❛ I always did enjoy Bruce in blue, ❜ she purrs, referring to the dress shirt Harley wears. It would have hurt less had she just been naked, frankly. ❛ It goes so well with his eyes, don't you think? ❜
@crimeloyalty / starter call.
#STANDING GIRL EMOJI INTENSIFIES#crimeloyalty#PROSE.#feel free to use live action icons if you'd like :)#VERSE: I BET YOU THINK ABOUT ME.
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it’s all rather unsettling - he’s never been one to mesh well with such drastic changes , but he tells himself that this is all for the better . stripped from a city he knew as if the map was etched on the back of his hand , he almost feels stripped of his confidence . watching the chicago skyline fade and facing the open road was almost cathartic . a bittersweet moment where he feels he may find himself , but in the process , lose himself . a celebration and a mourning , all in one .
it’s different here , this tiny town in washington . it doesn’t feel right , until it does . why he’s picked somewhere across the country to settle in for college ? he’s not so sure . initially , he’s all nervous and soft spoken . it dissipates with time , and he finds himself a group of friends that lessens the blow of feeling so alone . isolation is never good for him , and he’s sure that’s presented itself to this new group of friends . their pushy demands to come out tonight , and how he dreads it because they’ve made a nasty habit of calling him out for the very apparent crush he now possesses . she’s never paid him any mind , and , if anything , she’s actively avoided him . they’ve crossed paths a few times before , and he’d offer a smile - to which , she’d scuffle off as far as she possibly could .
it’s a blow to the ego , but he makes an honest effort to brush it off . at least , that’s what he assures himself . as if he hadn’t mulled over what to wear and analyzed his awkward posture and inability to conjure up some witty one-liner . exasperation aside , he settles into this dreaded house party nursing his red solo cup full of vodka and red bull . he sees her there , and their eyes catch for a short moment . there’s something different this time , and he’s not sure on how to really describe it . a gentle prod to his ribs , his friends urging him on . all the words are caught in his throat , but he pushes pass all those superficial anxieties .
approaching her , he’ll offer a smile . there’s that tinge of nervousness that’s hidden within it , but he’ll try not to think of whether his nerves are visible at the surface . “ hey , i’ve got you in some of my classes , right ? i’m mateo . . . i don’t think i’ve gotten the chance to introduce myself yet . . . “ / @sewninto
#v ; pushing & pulling me down to you .#slay this accidentally got so long i am SO sorry SJFDJDSFJ#prose.
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@1stltrusso said: ❛ you can't just kill someone 'cause of the way they looked at you. ❜
Sofia collects skeletons, not ghosts. She wishes she could tell you that the people she's killed haunt her conscious. Actually, that's a lie. She doesn't wish that at all. It doesn't bother her, doesn't deter her, that the blood she collects doesn't cause her more guilt. She's glad that every single person she killed is dead, Billy. Every single one of them deserved it, or at the very least got her to where she is now. We all need a stairway to where we want to be. If hers is littered by a few dead bodies, then so be it. None of them were innocent.
❛ I can't? What? You think I'm taking things too personal? ❜ She is smiling, her voice seeming to suggest that she's joking with him. Is she really? Only time will tell. Truth is she's killed before because someone looked at her in a way that sparked paranoia.
❛ You think I'm overreacting? ❜
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take what you want from me .
tryst six venom prompts
he knew about the werewolves. when he was old enough to learn about magic and the creatures they might encounter, vampires were already a thing, when he found out that emma was a werewolf, well, it didn't put him off. his parents told him that witches and other creatures should never come into contact. because these species only wanted one thing from them, protection and someone who would be willing to give their life for them. that's what he wanted to do with her. he was willing to give his life if it was to protect her little secret and her person.
so when she told him that, a surprised look appeared on his face as he shook his head. " i can't take powers from other supernatural beings. especially if they're not witches like me. the fact that you want me to… " he paused as he looked her in the eyes. " i think you didn't understand the role of sorcerers compared to other supernatural creatures. " he didn't liked that word, creature. they were human first and foremost.
" if i'm here, and i have to serve a purpose, it's for protection. not the one where i want to protect you from everyone, even if that's what i want to do, but rather to find ways to control it. so, no. i won't take anything from you. but you can always ask me and i'll be the first to give it. " / @lupaeus.
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— David Cronenberg, Consumed
#prose#literature#bookblr#goth#gothic#dark academia#writing#writeblr#quotes#writer#poem#poetry#classic academia#text poetry#hannibal#hannigram#spilled writing#spilled ink#spilled words#spilled poetry#spilled heart#quote#spilled poem#typography#spilled feelings#spilled thoughts#spilled truth#spilled emotions
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@silverforgcd, allison argent required a starter from lydia martin.
" please don't tell me we're here for yet another training session? do i need to remind you that the last time you tried to play with your darts, one of them almost went through me. " it was ironic. lydia knew that allison didn't mean to aim at her or that it wasn't intentional. she just had a bad feeling. these woods reminded her of a lot of things she wanted to forget. but the world needed them, again.
#silverforgcd#⸤ ₀₀₁ ⸣ ⸻ lydia martin.#prose.#*. dyn. / allison argent &. lydia martin. / silverforgcd.#i love two best friends.
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idk how to flirt but i can make things awkward if you're into that
#own#text#thoughtcascades#showerthoughts#shower thoughts#quote#quotes#writing#original words#poetry#literature#inspiring#quoteoftheday#poem#aesthetic#prose#inspiring quote#life#spilled ink
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