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[fatewidow]

          back by unpopular demand  !

[blossomfully]

How dangerous,” she thought, “to finally have something worth losing.

Ten word story (via blossomfully)

[fatewidow]

favdream replied to your post “curse tomboy and all the feelings it gives me omg i can’t stop being...”

do you also sometimes think about how tico took vivian and rita under his care after james passed away and was willing to marry viv (whom he probably fell in love with with the years) and adopt rita? and that irene knew about them? and called them his « little family »???

how could you say something so terrible ?

[fatewidow]

curse tomboy and all the feelings it gives me omg i can't stop being saD

[fatewidow]

◂ 🌼 / @batomotif ▸

               ❛      COULD YOU PLEASE QUIT  your staring, darling girl?  it’s not nice to gawk at people who are simply minding their own business.   ❜           the words   ---   though quite serious in their objective   ---   cannot be helped but spoken with a carefully placed smirk upon blood-colored lips.  it was not every day that irene ventures into her dear friend, iris’ office, but today was a special occasion  ;  a courtesy call, if anything.   irene’s well-laid plans are finally gaining results,  &&   she  KNOWS  that soon things will be coming to a close.   one leg crossed over the other,  carelessly but elegantly poised in the chair as she waits for iris to return from whatever task she set out to do,  the woman regards the other girl carefully.         ❛      i did not expect to see you here, child, but i shouldn’t have been hasty to assume otherwise.  you are, after all, dear iris’ pet, aren’t you ?   ❜

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◂ 🌼 / @firehrt ▸

              ❛      IT’S NOT SMART FOR   girls to be out  &&  about in this town all alone, didn’t you know ?    ❜       blood stains the woman’s hands,  more literal than figurative in this moment.   the white of her suit jacket drenched in a pinkish color where water had diluted the very thing that once kept a person alive.   irene was not often one for taking care of her own dirty work,  &&   she hadn’t done so this time either   ---   she had, however, accompanied her loyal detective to   DISPOSE   of a body for her.   it had been such a nice night,  &&  her son was gone from home for the night   ---   some kind of event with another friend of his.   she’d not wanted to spend the night  sitting  around,  letting thoughts of the past intrude on her   PEACE.   that, however, had been hours ago ;  now, she was   ALONE.   sitting on a park bench, allowing the air to clear her mind for only a   moment.      ❛      one never knows when they’ll run into some unsavory characters.    ❜

[fatewidow]

◂ 🌼 / @sokrovennyi ▸

               ❛      FORGIVE MY ILL-MANNERED APPROACH,   but you are . . .    rather strange.  no offense.   ❜        ever so carefully,  irene tugs at the invisible fate-strings that she clings to with her hand, the ones that connect to the stranger.   there is something off about them   ---   try as she might,  the strings will not budge   ;   not entirely   unreachable  but not cooperating either.   as if something was keeping them  STUCK  in place.       ❛      strange.   really . . .    really strange.   ❜

[ghostling]

H O R R O R . P R O M P T S

“I just got back from the cemetery.”

“I swear I just saw someone… or something looking in my window.”

“I know I closed the damn closet door, but it keeps opening! Please tell me this is just some kind of joke you keep pulling.”

“What’s behind you in these pictures…?”

“Apparently like 20 years ago, some girl slaughtered her family in the basement.”

“I think there’s something about this house that you’re not telling me.”

“I keep hearing noises coming from the attic…”

“I know what I saw, and whatever is in the basement… it’s not human!”

“I didn’t have time to see what it was! I just got the hell out of there!”

“Whose grave were you bringing flowers to…?”

“The electricity guy said there was absolutely nothing wrong – and yet, the lights always flicker on at 2am. Explain that to me?”

“Why don’t you spend the night in that house ‘alone’, then try to convince me that you don’t believe in ghosts.”

“Y-you don’t understand, he didn’t have a face!”

“I had a dream that I killed you.”

“Ah, yes… the room you’re staying in. It’s a paranormal hot spot, apparently.”

“I keep hearing whispers at night… I-I can’t sleep!”

“There was something else in there with me, I’m not going back to that house.”

“Come on, it’s just an urban legend…”

“Are you trying to tell me I’ve been sleeping in a dead girl’s room!?”

“I keep getting the feeling that someone is following me.”

“Don’t panic… but I think there’s someone else in the house.”

“I can still feel her/his ghost, and it’s killing me…”

“There’s something growling in the basement… could you, uh… check it out for me?”

“Can you just… can you please check the closet?”

“P-please… put the knife down.”

“I bought this haunted ring on eBay!”

“No, no, no – run!”

"I didn’t forward one of those freaky chain letters and now I keep hearing the laughter of children coming from my hallways at night.”

“The dead are all around us…”

“She’s dead! She’s dead and yet I keep seeing her, everywhere!”

“There’s something breathing under the bed…”

"You can’t tell me you don’t believe in ghosts after all we’ve been through.”

“I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see, something… that wasn’t supposed to be here.”

“Maybe an exorcism is in order…?”

“I woke up, and it was j-just… staring at me.”

“He was there, then like a second later he literally vanished! I saw it happen!”

“I like the ghosts here… they keep me company.”

"You can’t honestly tell me you’re in love with a dead girl.”

“Wasn’t someone murdered in this house? Why are we here?”

“If dying means being with him/her, kill me. I’d be happier that way.”

“Ghosts aren’t real. You need help.”

“…what do you mean we didn’t talk last night? You came over, you were here.”

“You saw something you weren’t supposed to see. And now… now you know what has to be done.”

“I’m pretty sure my toaster’s haunted.”

"What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“Don’t! Don’t you dare open that door!”

“I visited his/her grave for the first time today…”

“Something terrible happened here, didn’t it?”

“Wh-why do you have a knife…?”

"You’re all bloody, what happened!?”

“You know that book from The Evil Dead? Yeah, well… I’m pretty sure we found something pretty damn similar to it.”

“You’re bleeding…”

“How can you not see it…? I’m dead! I’ve been dead for years!”

“I’ve always wanted to see you choking on your own blood.”

“I’m sorry, I’m busy Friday with the… funeral and all.”

“I’ll never forget the sound of his screaming.”

“From the looks of it, the afterlife is a lot more fun than this.”

"Legend has it that you can still hear her crying for her lover in the dead of night.”

“I want to be dead, too.”

“Well don’t you look lovely, all covered in blood.”

"Whoa – wait! Please don’t go down there… let’s just get out of here, please?”

“You played with a Ouija board!?”

“Me and some friends played with a Ouija board the other night… and things have been a little strange since then.”

“There’s so much negative energy in this house… do you know if someone died here?”

“You’re always hanging out in cemeteries… and yeah, it’s kinda creepy.”

"They just don’t believe like they used to…”

“I will haunt you until the end of time.”

[fatewidow]

irene needs more people to interact w so like......... starter call, anyone ??

[fatewidow]

i love one (1) fortune 500 slayer/killer and her mun. 🌼

well i love one (1) dorky murder knight and her amazing mun whom deserves all the love and respect in the world, so there.

[fatewidow]

                ❛      this might look bad,  but i swear to you that this knife was already in this man’s chest when i got here !   ❜

[fatewidow]

◂ 🌼 / addison ▸

                      though she was raised catholic herself, thinking nothing of the cross adorning the side of the living room right next to the dinner table or the one in her grandfather’s room, very rarely through the course of her life did addison find herself thinking of the  DEVIL.  albeit she should have been supposed to fear it just like the monsters underneath her bed, she never had any reason to believe it would come for her, taking hold of her in its clawed fingers  &&  dragging her down to an obscure place no one could ever hope to save her from.  maybe because, deep inside, she had always thought her father  &&  grandfather would always be there to rescue her if something were to happen, if anyone tried to tear them all apart…  how stupid.  she really was just a stupid kid for believing such things.  it had taken one night to cut bridges between all of them, her relationship with mark almost non-existent nowadays while her bond with her grandfather had grown despite its foundation in blood  &&  bones making it far more fragile than she was comfortable admitting.  not that those things  MATTERED  as of now, not when she had the devil herself in front of her.

                      ❛  i don’t feel any pity for…  for those monsters !  ❜  despite how heavy her choice of word was, who was she to say she wasn’t one herself, a pathetic creature with the appearance of a little girl relishing in blood  &&  guts ?  ❛  they had it coming.  they deserve what i do to them for all the  bad  things they’ve done.  including signing off on ambidrex.  ❜ 

                      ❛  you  &&  i are nothing alike.  ❜  how could they be the same after all ?  addison was an avenger who hunted trent’s kind, a hero according to various media outlets  ;  trent was the villain she was hoping to stop  &&  get vengeance on in nick’s name.  yet, it is none other than the mention of her father that sent her over the edge, teeth gritting together as her voice took on a dangerous edge.  ❛  don’t you dare talk about my father !  i don’t want to hear his name or even any mention of him in your mouth.  talk about your son instead.  we aren’t friends, even if he was close to nick  &&  the only thing jessica ever talked about.  ❜

             ❛    A LACK OF PITY IS NOT ALWAYS a good thing, my darling addison.  in fact, i fear it makes you no better than most of us --- as you call us --- monsters.    ❜       never had irene failed at being able to read people’s expressions.  sometimes, her life depended on it.  now, however, she took a gander as to what was running through the young girl’s mind  &&  it was not easy to guess. perhaps the girl had reservations . . .    no, that wasn’t the right word ;  clearly, addison had no remorse for the acts she had committed as of far.  DOUBTS perhaps was a better word, though still not quite correct.

             mirth replaces the softness of irene’s tone, voice as sweet as sugar.  weakness is not something that irene is accustomed to showing, but this ?  amusement at the pain  &&  suffering of others ?  it is something she has never had a problem expressing.      ❛     addison, we are more connected than you will EVER know.  poor little  broken  girl in a world too cruel to truly comprehend.  poor little angry girl who just wants to see justice reign for the people she once held dear to her heart.  you are not special, addison.  i mean, you are . . .   just not for the reasons you seem to believe you are.  the only true difference between us is that you hide your wrongdoings behind excuses, you  BELIEVE  that you are in the right when i myself had no such illusions.  the only other difference is that while your world shattered only mere weeks ago, mine was gone from me  decades  ago.    ❜

             irene swallows thickly, as if keeping other words from flowing out. like bile, they threaten to spill from her mouth unguarded. she does not realize that she herself is shaking, not until she can feel the faintest pull of the threads in her hands, begging to be set free from her harsh  &&  unforgiving grasp.      ❛     you want me to keep your father’s name out of my mouth ?  do you wish to spare him the agony of ever meeting me, or ever having anything to do with me  &&  my  ‘evil deeds’  ?   your father is not mine to hurt, dearest addison.  he will suffer,  but not by my doing.  just as  OWEN  will suffer for my actions, you’ve damned your father with yours.  or did you think there was ever a version of this story that ended happily ?    ❜

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[fatewidow]

"And people are supposed to love you--but I suppose we aren't all how we appear, hm?"

                ❛      anyone’s admiration for me is irrelevant.   or lack thereof. they can fear me,  they can love me,  they can wish me dead with my head upon a spike as the crow’s gouge at my eyes.   it makes no difference to me, honestly.   as long as nobody accuses me of being a devil-fucker.    ❜

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◂ 🌼 /  addison ▸

                      icy scorn glitters in a cold gaze, blue orbs contemptuous  &&  cruel as she fixed the one she was determined to drag to hell alongside her accomplices.  amidst a blurring sense of reality  &&  self, there was no doubt that in her pursuit of justice, addison had let go of the last of her  innocence,  closing the chapter on her childhood before stepping into this awkward stage between it  &&  adulthood with her hands covered in blood.  others’ blood.  on that aspect, there was no doubt  :  nicholas vivaldi’s murder had awakened something in the girl…  something horrible, something disturbing…  something monstruous which was never meant to claw its way out of her bones.  anathema had come calling  &&  with it came the transformation from teenage field hockey player to murder of criminals  —  or rather, those she  deemed  as guilty of her friend’s death.

                      ❛  haven’t you been to church lately ?  not only is the devil real, he’s not a little red man with horns  &&  a tail.   HE CAN BE BEAUTIFUL.  because he’s a fallen angel  &&  he used to be god’s favorite.  ❜  indignation light a blaze of its own in her voice, which made itself known when she chose to tackle on the question addressed to her  :  ❛  i don’t care if you want to be forgiven or not.  in fact, you’ve just confirmed what i’ve been thinking all this time  :  you don’t care about nick.  you don’t care about how scared he must have been, how painful it must have been for him to be shot right in the head…  &&  for that, someday, i’ll kill you.  ❜ 

                      though unaware as of now, the tragedy of nick’s death was preparing addison for something  greater,  an event from which she may not recover.  every loss that came before would be but a lesson for the youth, though none could predict the effect it would have on her.  ❛  enough for me to rule you guilty of his death !  all of this…  it’s because paolo  knew  about the ambidrex.  it’s because of that drug that you had them murdered !  ❜ 

               ❛    MY FAMILY NEVER RAISED ME   as much of a christian,   i must say,   but I'm familiar enough with the concept.   LUCIFER,   the   morning star  .   cast out of heaven because he did what he thought necessary for his kind. a noble effort that many of us can relate to.    ❜          a hand brushes over the strands of hair that threaten to block her immediate view   —   a   nervous tick   that her father had tried to prevent in her youth,   &&   had succeeded before his unfortunate demise.   now ,   however?    irene cannot help but do it again.  strand after careful strand she pulls back, almost   CAREFREE  .   never quite so.

              ❛    i don't have the luxury of caring for anyone.    ❜        not a  lie.  irene's success was   ALWAYS   paved upon half-truths that even now they are easy to pluck from her mind   &&   nourish them like flowers from her garden.       ❛     if you felt any pity for your victims, or anything but anger, would you still be able to do  YOUR JOB  ?   ❜

              ❛     oh, you think I'm doing this for some MEDICINE ?    for the money that it makes me  ?    yes, my darling girl, paolo died because of what   I   did.   he wanted to expose the truth about everything that i had   BUILT,   all the effort that i went through to build that company from the ground up.   but i didn't kill him for the drug.   he died because if word got out of who you   &&   are,   of   WHAT   we are,   there would be no saving us.   not me, not owen,  you.   even your   FATHER   would not be spared.   ❜

[fatewidow]

"Excuse me, but it's rude to shame those who think I'm a good lay, Irene."

                 ❛      i don’t give two shits about being rude,   my dear.   they deserve to be shamed for being so …    oh, how do you say,   unrefined ?   people shouldn’t want to FUCK you,  they’re supposed to fear you.   ❜

[fatewidow]

first thing i learn about irene on this blog : she's a sad, angry wlw that might be a little suicidal.

second thing i learn about irene on this blog : she kinkshames people who want to fuck the devil.