𝙱𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚕. @badforxthesoul - Tumblr Blog

@muselandwrites

With the money Lea was making from serving the royals regularly, she had secured enough to purchase a small shop in town. Sure, being responsible for another business hadn’t originally been the goal, but it seemed the island they were currently residing on was going to be home for quite sometime; at least until she was assigned elsewhere, her rebel status still intact.

Hearing the ding of the bell caused Lea to look up from what she was currently doing, “I’m sorry, we’re not open yet.” Laying down the whisk, she had been holding, the woman made her way over to meet the whoever had entered the shop, “I’m still trying to get everything set up, but I promise there will be a sign on the day of our grand opening.” A soft smile spread across her face.

#{verse: war of royals}#{muse: lea wolf}#muselandwrites #erik: 001

sahind

THE ADDAMS FAMILY 2 (2021) Directed by Greg Tiernan & Conrad Vernon

badforxthesoul

@ghostofbriarwoodwrites

#{muse: fee vanderbilt}#{fee + gregory}#ghostofbriarwoodwrites #flashing gif tw #tw: flashing gif

oraclexwrites:

Beckett had just got home, key just turned in the lock of his front door when the glare of car lights hit him. He sighed and turned, leaving the keys in the door as he looked out to see a familiar car. Was it Thursday already? She was always so punctual. He took the few steps down off his front porch, boots hitting the dirt ground as he headed toward her, motioning back at the car. “Listen. If you are here to do your weekly guilt-fest over Jack, just know I am not in the mood. So get your happy ass back in your car and fuck right on off home, little girl. Today is not the day for that shit.“ @badforxthesoul

It was mixed feelings when it came to Beckett Holt. A man she had once seen as her other big brother, became someone of utter disgust after the night her real big brother died. But what was even harder were the nights she had just wanted someone to talk to. Someone who knew her, knew their situation, and wasn’t her eternally grieving parents, “Oh fuck you, too, Beckett. I wasn’t actually here for that shit tonight, but since that’s what you automatically assume, I can easily go that route!”

#{muse: chloe james}#{verse: small town}#oraclexwrites #beckett: 001

kaylawritesthings:

Weak. This girl was so fucking weak and it was the thing he couldn’t stand about her the most. That little cringe of hers didn’t go unnoticed and he was sure if someone had been paying attention they would have seen it as well which infuriated him to no end. They were supposed to be this happy couple that people thought would last, could trust to run a country together, but at the moment Alys was making it seem like she couldn’t handle anything. Despite it all, he kept his wits about him, the flame of annoyance that lit up his eyes starting to burn down to embers as Luka started to lead them in the current waltz.

“Oh, not happy to see me?” He knew good and well that she wasn’t. The two couldn’t stand each other and Alys had the worst time hiding that fact. “My little sister is an idiot.” It was the only explanation he offered because really, he owed Alys nothing. At least not in his mind. She deserved nothing more than the bullshit she gave and if she wasn’t going to try to the best of her ability to publicly act happy around him he would give her what she seemed to expect from him. “As much as I would love to be running your fucking country for you it seems you’re stuck with me.”

Luka was demeaning. When you looked up the definition of toilet scum, his picture came up in Google images, and as much as she wanted to break free from him and run in the opposite direction and never look back, she couldn’t. Countless times, she had longed to tell someone of how he treated her. The way he spoke to her, but Luka was a master of disguise, and most of the time, his sickly sweet smile would melt the hearts of those around him. Alys, on the other hand, wanted to puke, “I’m ecstatic to see you, Luka...” Her voice faded off.

How could his family stand him? She had met the other German royals, and they were on a different level of humanity. Of course, it didn’t take much. A turd looked nicer than her betrothed, “Oh, I know you would.” Her smile faded as she turned her head and looked at something other than him.

#{verse: war of royals}#{muse: alys tudor}#kaylawritesthings #luka: 001

@writingshae

It was your standard pulmonary embolism, but what was unfortunate about it was the teenager that was being wheeled in on the stretcher that Lucy was pushing. Thankfully her and her partner had been able to get to the boy just in time, “Let me grab a few things from the supply closet for the ambo, and I’ll be out.” She smiled at her partner. With the PCR done and the patient being passed over to the the on-call physician, Lucy would be able to get what she needed and get back to work.

Spotting her friend Camilla, the thirty-three year old walked over hoping she would be able to unlock the closet for her, “Hey! Haven’t seen you in a while. How’ve you been?”

#{muse: lucy o'donnel}#{verse: mafia}#writingshae #clarissa: 001

muselandwrites:

Flynn glanced at the other guard and let out a snort. He wasn’t fond of their situation, and complaining about it was probably his favorite sport. “I have been here for less than a week. And yet I can’t seem to handle another tour,” he crossed his arms over his chest. “Where you’ve picked that up, is there… More?” he gestured towards her drink.

Hearing the voice next to her, Scout sent a side-eyed glare in his direction, “Have learned the entire history of Thailand yet? I mean if so, might be able to skip out on guard duty, and start your own tourist trap. I hear royals pay pretty good to learn two facts about their new temporary homes.” She took a swig off the glass, “Yeah...” Scout nodded to the bottles lining the the bar next to the wall, “My bff Luna can hook you up.”

#{muse: scout young}#muselandwrites #flynn: 001 #{verse: war of royals}

percyfraser

Victoria Pedretti photographed by Mack Breeden

#{muse: sara ackerman}#{verse: war of royals}#{photographs: sara ackerman}

@tangodancerxindie

Sara x Candy

Zeke had driven Sara mad with all his incessant texts about Skittles. And quite frankly, it always grossed her out hearing about her brother’s sex life. It’s why getting away from the other royals, especially her brother, was imperative at this point. A trip down to the some of the small shops in town for a little retail therapy would be well deserved.

As she made her way into one of the small gift shops that lined the street, Sara set her focus on the small trinkets and knick-knacks that she didn’t need, but it was the plushies that seemed to catch her attention the most. Something soft that she could hold and focus her attention on seemed to be the right thing she needed. Picking up a small, stuffed llama with it’s long fury neck and bright, friendly eyes brought a crooked smile to her face, “You’re cute and just what I need, and maybe one day, I’ll come back and get a friend for you.”

Tucking the fluffy creature into the crook of her arm, Sara pulled out a small change purse and began counting her money. However, without paying any attention to the taller person in front of her, she walked into them dropping the llama and her money and purse in the process, “Shit! I’m so sorry!” Sara quickly bent down and began grabbing the scattered money, before reaching for the pink, fuzzy llama plush.

#{muse: sara ackerman}#{verse: war of royals}#tangodancerxindie #candy: 001

kaylawritesthings:

@badforxthesoul

Who: Luka and Alys Event: A Fucking Ball

As much as he did not want to be at this event and as much as he did not want to be around Alys Luka was aware that he needed to do both for appearances sake. He hadn’t spoken to his future wife since before she had left for Russia and he much preferred it that way. The two of them were not compatible at all with Luka finding her too…meek for his tastes but if it meant he could rule he was committed to at least making them look good as a couple in front of others. The German prince allowed himself an hour to walk around without the useless girl on his arm but after that he knew it was time to mosey up to her.

Spotting the shock of red hair, Luka came up behind Alys and placed his lips next to her ear, his hand going to the small of her back. “We better make this look good.” The whisper came before a small kiss to the cheek, his fingertips brushing lower than they probably should have before he took a step back and held his hand out to her. “May I have this dance, gorgeous?”

Alys was looking for something, anything, to give her a bit of an escape. A night at the ball being held seemed to be the perfect answer, until she could smell his familiar scent. His voice only confirmed her fears and when he threatened her in the nonchalant way that he did, Alys had to force back the knot lingering in her throat. It was his kiss on her cheek that made her eyes squeeze together tightly and the cringe of him being that close that made her heart drop. Luka had a certain way about him that made the air leave the room when he was near her, “Of course, dear...”

Her smile was forced and fearful as she reached out and took his hand. Coming in closer to him, she gently put her hand on his shoulder trying only to touch him as much as the dance they were about to perform allowed, but it was also just close enough for them to speak privately, “What are you doing here? I thought you were back in Wales.” She refused to make eye contact with him.

#{muse: alys tudor}#{verse: war of royals}#kaylawritesthings #luka: 001

messsy-head

badforxthesoul

@kaylawritesthings

#{muse: eisa gunnarsdottir}#{well good for you; bertenius}#{soundtrack to my life; playlist}

gracelandwritestoo

The Vanderbilts as textposts:

@badforxthesoul @kaylawritesthings @stargazerwriting @ghostofbriarwoodwrites @shadcwdancrs

#{muse: fee vanderbilt}#{muse: charlie banks}#{verse: mafia}

Open Starter.

Sarah x Open.

“And that’s how you get a perfect cat eye.” As she wrapped up the video, Sarah hit the stop button on her camera and let out a soft sigh. “This would be so much easier if I had sisters.” Her goal was to get most of the video edited, but coffee was must. It was going to be a long night. And with her USB cord plugged in and the video being transferred to her computer, the young woman left the small loft apartment she was able to afford from the YouTube channel she had managed to successfully bring to fruition.

Dressed in a black leather jacket, a loose purple crop-top, some ripped skinny jeans, and black boots, Sarah made her way down the street headed for her favorite coffee shop. A bright smile lit up her face as she passed some familiar faces saying hello to those she passed, but it was the cute person moving passed her that caused her head to turn back leaving her susceptible to running into anything that was forth coming. And before she could focus her attention back on the path in front of her, Sarah ran straight into a row of chained bicycles knocking them to the ground and going down with them with a grunt followed by a moan.

#{muse: sarah anderson}#{verse: disney}#{open starter}

@kaylawritesthings

Eisa x Bertenius

“Sometimes I hate you so fucking much, you know that?” Her words were harsh as Eisa glared daggers into Bert with her piercing blue eyes. The relationship she had been in with the man had started out as something of a fairytale. Kind of perfect. A little too perfect. But they just somehow worked well, until he had decided to cheat on her, “Not everything is always about you Bertenius.”

Shoving past him as hard as she could, she moved towards the doorway to his room. They had been over for a little while, but there had still been some of her stuff that had somehow gotten packed up with his belongings before the move to Thailand, “And you know what, you pierce of shit, I feel sorry for the person who’s forced to spend the rest of their life with you.” That statement wasn’t as true as Eisa had wanted it to be knowing good and well that there was still a part of her deep inside that cared for him and missed what they had, before things had soured. But with the way he had treated her, it would take a cold day in hell for her to ever consider getting back with the man.

#{muse: eisa gunnarsdottir}#{verse: war of royals}#kaylawritesthings #bert: 001 #sorry this starter royally sucks #i'm still trying to find her vibe

writingshae:

@badforxthesoul who: Malone x Marley where: one of the local nightclubs verse: mafia

Malone kept his phone on vibrate in his pocket in the noisy club, knowing that if he was needed, he had to leave at a moment’s notice. But until then, he wanted to enjoy being out and about. It had been a while since he had gone to any of the nightclubs that wasn’t in Vanderbilt territory. This was a neutral area to his knowledge, so it should be fair game. Most of his friends had wandered off, finding their own guys and girls to flirt and dance with while Malone hung back at the bar, watching everyone around the room. That’s when he spotted her. The blonde hair, the bright eyes, the way she lit up when she laughed. He couldn’t help but gravitate towards her. Moving down the bar to her side, she tapped her shoulder lightly. “I was wondering if I could buy you a drink,” he offered, hoping that she would give him a chance.

Marley had needed a night out. Most days had been spent working on the Ramos’ cars with her father, and after an incident in the garage that almost resulted in a crushed arm, the girl knew she needed a well deserved break. With the music playing loudly and her friends off dancing with strangers, Marely found herself sitting at the bar sipping on some fruity drink she’d never even heard of. A light tap on the shoulder sent her gaze back to a guy she had never seen before asking to buy her a drink, and with a soft blush and a warm smile, Marley nodded, “Sure...I don’t do this often, so what’s another round of alcohol. Besides, I don’t know what this is, but I’m not enjoying it at all.” She turned to face him and give him her full attention.

#{muse: marley voigt}#{verse: mafia}#writingshae #malone: 002

writingshae:

@badforxthesoul Who: Malone & Fee Where: Fee’s room Verse: Mafia

Despite knowing Fee for the majority of his life, he had only gained employment by her family’s organization within the past year. Even in that time, he was the low man in the hierarchy, doing grunt work to earn his keep. He didn’t mind it too terribly. It was a decent gig and he was paid better than he would have been paid if he had picked up any other job without a college degree. Plus, it meant that he got to spend time with his friend. The two of them were a strange pairing, especially given how outspoken she tended to be and how accommodating that he tended to be. Somehow, it just worked. On this particular day, he finished all of his tasks assigned, so he opted to visit the girl in her home. He had grown accustom to visiting her when he wanted. He knocked on the door, paper bag clutched in his other hand. “It’s me. I come bearing your favorite food!”

The sound of the knock at her door had Fee rolling her eyes, until she heard the voice. It was the voice of a legit angel and had it been anyone else, she would have told them to fuck off. But Malone had been her best friend for as long as she could remember, and there was just something about him that made her want to keep him in her life. It wasn’t as though Ophélie had tons of friends, but the ones she did have, she made sure to keep close, and he was the closest. Pressing a button located under her desk had allowed the automatic lock on the door to unbolt. Hacking and computers had been Fee’s thing, and when your family was stupid rich, you could afford the best of the best, “Door’s open. And did you get the extra ranch packets? You know I can’t live with out my ranch packets.” She quickly closed out of the website she was on and spun her chair to face the door so she could properly greet Malone when he walked in.

#{muse: fee vanderbilt}#{verse: mafia}#writingshae #malone: 001

retromoonlight

#{muse: sarah anderson}#{verse: disney}#{photographs: sarah anderson}

thiccachu:

“I know - I know” Clarke chanted as he pulled out the pack of cigarettes from his inside suit pocket. He was sitting on a bench right outside the police station - where he just got out of a two hour interrogation with yet another mobster to get away for lack of evidence. “These things will kill me.” He continued, tapping the box on his knee, taking out a cigarette and putting it between his lips. “One day i’ll quit…” He lit the end and inhaled, taking a second before letting the smoke slowly trail out of his lips with a satisfied sigh “…just not today.” Before the agent could even focus on quitting nicotine, he had some other bad habits to work on first.

“There’s a lot of things that can kill a man and a lot faster than a pack of cigarettes.” This asshole had been tailing her for quite sometime now, but Charlie had been in the game long enough to know how to slip through the cracks. It was part of the job description in being a hired assassin. Watch your back or the cops will watch it for you. “We’ll all quit our vices someday. Some by their own volition...other’s by the hand of God...It’s a dog-eat-dog world detective. And how you choose to live in it will make or break you.” Pausing for effect, Charlie looked out into the distance, before busting out into a cackle, “Okay, enough of this cop drama bullshit. Hand me a light.” Sticking her own Marlboro Menthol between her teeth, she leaned in waiting for him to oblige her request.

#{muse: charlie banks}#{verse: mafia}#thiccachu #clarke:001 #smoking tw

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