𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 .

we outtie ! find me at @lesziye !

[lesziye]

                      DARK FOREST / DEATH BLOOM .

SLAVIC LORE BASED LYDIA MARTIN & MIECZYSŁAW STILINSKI  // by LENA & RIO

[malisent]

             Told me pick my battles and be picking ‘em wise            But I wanna pick ‘em all and I don’t want to decide

#MALISENT    //    modern and divergent mal bertha    //    by RIO

[duszycien]

as the no1 stiles stilinski expert ..... sterek isn’t real it never was and it never will be

[nogitsuned]

                                                    i won’t take a breath, i wanna drown ( x )

[duszycien]

     ‣      @moonhurts​: is that a dream or a memory?

        BOY  -  ROT    SITS    IN    SILENCE    for    once  .    it’s    a    terrifying    thing  :    this    man    made    of    rapid  -  fire    synapses  ,    this    thing    like    an    earthquake    in    the    shake    of    his    hands    and    the    ever  -  suspicious    dart    of    his    gaze  ,    suddenly    quiet    and    suddenly    still  .    far    away    are    his    eyes  ,    locked    onto    some    distant    target    (    dream    or    memory  ?    dream    or    memory  ?    dream    or    memory  ?    )  .    somewhere  ,    isaac’s    words    come    through    like    a    shout    above    water    level  ,    far    away    on    the    surface    where    stiles    is    stuck    drowning    beneath  .    

        something    has    him    by    the    throat  ;    stiles    thinks    maybe    he    is    choking    himself  .    ❝    what  ?    ❞    record    scratch  .    isaac’s    face    comes    into    focus    and    stiles    has    the    decency    to    scowl    in    an    effort    to    maintain    the    part    he    is    expected    to    play  .    ❝    i    don’t    know  .    i    try    to    ignore    it    whenever    i    can  .    ❞    a    lie  .    he    stews  .    he    fixates  .    he    drowns  .    ❝    you    gonna    help    me    or    what  ?    ❞    stiles    holds    out    a    jumble    of    metal    that    looks    suspiciously    like    his    jeep’s    water    pump  .    ❝    hold    this  .    ❞

[duszycien]

     ‣      @prophaetia​: i am beside you, famine or fire.

        AND    SO    JUDGEMENT    DAY    hath    come  .    the    snakes    descend    on    the    fox  ,    but    the    fox    is    outgunned    and    outnumbered  .    [    is    this    or    is    this    not    you    on    this    tape  ?    /   𝚒    𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝    𝚊    𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚢𝚎𝚛  .    𝚊𝚗𝚍    𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜    𝚖𝚢    𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐    𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎  ?    𝚒    𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛    𝚝𝚘    𝚐𝚘𝚍  ,    𝚒𝚏    𝚢𝚘𝚞    𝚙𝚞𝚝    𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛    𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜    𝚘𝚗    𝚑𝚎𝚛  ,    𝚒  --    /    i    wouldn’t    make    threats  ,    detective    stilinski  .    not    in    your    position  .    /    𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔    𝚢𝚘𝚞  .    ]    bravado    does    him    no    good  ,    not    when    his    mind    plays    tricks    unlike    even    the    trickster    himself  ,    and    the    spiral    deepens    the    longer    he    is    alone    with    his    thoughts  .    maybe    that’s    why    he’s    kept    in    confinement  .

        had    she    not    been    here  ,    he’d    only    pace  .    as    it    were  ,    he’s    properly    still  ,    kept    in    the    shackles    of    her    loose    hold  ,    the    thin    of    her    arms    wrapped    around    his    waist    like    a    vice  .    she    needn’t    worry    for    his    escape  ;    stiles    hugs    her    around    the    shoulders    and    keeps    her    tucked    under    his    chin  .    she    might    feel    him    tremble  ,    his    anxiety    rattling    his    chest    as    violently    as    his    rage  .    ❝    did    you    see    the    tape  ?    did    you    see  --    what    if    i    did    it  ?    what    if    i  --    what    if    i    did    it  ,    lydia  ?    ❞

[rosources]

—   ask meme   :   HAYLEY WILLIAMS,   PETALS FOR ARMOR.

rage is a quiet thing.

rage, is it in our veins?

there’s so many ways to give in.

oh, how to draw the line between wrath and mercy?

if my child needed protection from a fucker like that man, i’d sooner gut him.

nothing cuts like a mother.

wrap yourself in petals for armor.

don’t nobody tell me that god doesn’t have a sense of humor.

the truth’s a killer, but i can’t leave it alone.

who else am i gonna lose before i am ready?

i’m not lonely. i am free.

you’re not a threat to me.

too much of anything, you’ll never know how to quit.

don’t look in my eyes.

i wanted him to kiss me.

every morning i wake up from a dream of you.

is that a dream or a memory?

when i said goodbye, i hope you cried.

little wrinkle by your eye, i never noticed until right now.

i can remember wolves at your heels.

all of your good and your evil, well, babe, you can leave it with me.

i am beside you, famine or fire.

who could take your place? who could take mine?

we stay safe together.

if there’s resistance, it makes you stronger. it’s not the end.

i have seen your body and i have seen your beauty.

what do i care, and what do you care if i grow?

he loves me now, he loves me not.

i will not become a thorn in my own side.

i can break through the earth, come out soft and wild.

i’ve spent a while on the stranger side of your door.

how do you sound? what do you look like now?

i can’t seem to remember why we ever felt we had to say goodbye.

i just wanna talk about it. sorry for freaking out.

[inksplit]

[isaachrs]

scott: there’s only one thing worse than death

scott: *rips off card so it says ‘isaac’s death’*

stiles: *gasps* ISAAC

scott: nO

[moonhurts]

@duszycien

[duszycien]

[stilesedit]

We were trying to gently persuade him to pull over.

[duszycien]

`    &  .  𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘗𝘏𝘈𝘌𝘛𝘐𝘈 .

‘    YOU’RE SICK OF THE ENDINGS    ?    ’        SHE IS A BITTER   thing  ,     this banshee  .     this woman  .      she is bitter and she is sad and she is angry  ,       still  .     lydia is still angry  .        ‘   so am i  .    again  ,     what do you want me to do    ?    what should i do    ?   we can’t undo    —    an ending  .     you    —    ’        she is tired of being angry  .        ‘    look  ,    we’ll    —    we’ll figure this out  .     scott’s going to be okay  ,     he’s got all of us  ,     right    ?   we’re working as hard as we can  .    ’

        DEATH    IS    AFFORDED    SOME    cruelty  ;    she    wields    it    here    well  .    [    𝘸𝘦    𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵    𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘰    𝘢𝘯    𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨  ,    ]    says    banshee  .    whatever    anxious    energy    drives    stiles’    movement    seizes    here    so    that    he    falls    still    and    blinking    at    nothing  ,    his    back    facing    her    rigid    and    trembling    with    the    effort    to    keep    so    static  .    ❝    copy    that  ,    ❞    says    fox    flatly  ,    emotionless    and    drained  .    he    does    not    even    taste    her    grief    when    his    own    is    so    filling  .    stiles    drags    his    wrist    under    his    nose    to    hide    a    sniffle    and    goes    back    to    rifling    blindly    through    papers  .    ❝    you’re    right  .    he’ll    be    fine  .    you    should    get    some    rest  .    it’s    late  ;    we    can    pick    back    up    tomorrow  .    ❞

[rosources]

—   ask meme   :   RICHARD SIKEN,   THE LONG AND SHORT OF IT.

you have been watched from a distance for some time now and now you are being watched from even farther away.

you’d like to believe it’s true. who wouldn’t?

just because a thing’s invisible doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.

you close your eyes and nothing happens.

let me in, i’m still here, hello hello, you know me, you know…

i could pretend i’m speaking to everyone — assume a middle distance and transcend myself — but i’m talking to you and you know it.

where did you just go?

it doesn’t always matter where we are but here i am and i say hello.

you would like it here. maybe you would like it here. i think that maybe you would like it here.

when i try to guess your trajectory i end up telling my own story.

i love you sideways daily.

i’ve been rereading your story. i think it’s about me in a way that might not be flattering, but that’s okay.

we dream and dream of being seen as we really are and then finally someone looks at us and sees us truly and we fail to measure up.

sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.

so here we are again: me being here and you being off the map.

do you have a human soul and can you prove it?

a robot can do the math. a robot can spit out an answer. people, they make it up as they go along.

i had a tape recorder. i poked and prodded.

i’ve been warned that i’m not supposed to threaten or beg for pieces of someone’s soul.

you said if people wanted to change the world, they would.

too bad for them. i want something else.

you know how i am. i push too hard. i get ahead of myself.

i’m learning how to be gentle.

love, love, go ahead and have another plate of it, it doesn’t run out.

of course, i wonder if you love me back, which is, really, besides the point.

sure, we invent each other. we agreed to that a long time ago.

here is a place for it to happen. a place where i can love you.

[duszycien]

`    &  .  𝘗𝘙𝘖𝘗𝘏𝘈𝘌𝘛𝘐𝘈 .

‘    WE DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS  .    ’          terror means evasion  .     edges  ,     eroded  .     lydia feels like a wound left to bleed  .     ‘    we should keep looking  .     or call it a night  .      but we can’t    —    what do you want me to do with that  ,     stiles    ?    ’

        ❝    YEAH  ,    THERE’S    NEVER    TIME  .    ❞    vitriol    rolls    off    the    tongue    like    maggot  -  rot  ,    but    just    as    soon    as    he    is    to    fester    in    it    does    he    back    off  .    fox    goes    tail  -  tucked  ,    teeth    hidden    in    maw  ,    ears    drooped  .    stiles    turns    away  ,    flicks    through    papers    without    seeing  ,    and    mutters  ,    ❝    everything    just    keeps    ending  .    i’m    sick    of    the    endings  .    just  --    never    mind  .    ❞

[qeckosfuller]

[prophaetia-a]

        ˚  ₊  ♡  ‘ i am fine , here . ‘

‘    MM  ,     IS THAT SO    ?    SHAME     [   …   ]    ’        VIXEN WITH a sharp tongue drips humor from it  ,     here  .     she has cherryred sunglasses perched atop her head  ,     strawberry blonde tresses shinier than vermilion rhinestones outlining the dark shades  .      lydia presses her hands to her hips  ,     tips her chin roof  -  angled to look at him  .

he is enshrouded in a halo of setting sunlight  ,     but there is still something dark to the heart of him  .     lydia wants to taste it  .

‘    i was hoping you’d want to go to deborah’s with me  ,     but if you’re not stuck up there  ,    and just    —    fine  ,    then i guess i’ll go alone  .    ’

        ˚  ₊  ♡  ‘ @duszycien​ .

[duszycien]

st*les gets scott’s double banded pack symbol tattooed around his right forearm after he graduates from the policy acadamy ( like this )