* . ∙ • ✧ * frederick langdon III.

And don't believe the narcissism, when everyone projects and expects you to listen to 'em. Make no mistake, I live in a prison that I built myself, it is my religion. And they say that I am the sick boy, easy to say, when you don't take the risk, boy. Welcome to the narcissism, where we're united under our indifference. xxii. human | neutral

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multitudeofmuses·:

WYNTER | Getting used to fangs | OPEN

Adjusting to life outside of the frollick was hard enough ( despite it turning into a toxic, and dangerous enviroment for her ), but adjusting to being a vampire was a whole other thing. Yes, it had been her choice; so concerned for her safety of the fae she had escaped with Daisy’s help, the only way she’d seen herself safe was to be a creature stronger than a human, someone they couldn’t hurt so easily. Plus, there was the whole being told she was someone else for twenty years of her life, only to find out she was someone entirely different about six months ago. Honestly, it was all just a whole lot. She’d grown up Calliope Yew, ( named because she’d slept under a yew tree for the first ten years of her life ), but had discovered her birth name was actually Wynter Ackerman, and she had a family. Alive.

Of coursee, she had no idea who they were or how to approach the situation. As she walked she tripped over something on the ground. Luckily, she had new reflexes to counteract colliding with the ground. She bent over, picking up the item she’d tripped over and looked around. “Did anyone drop this?” she called out.

“That’s mine actually,” Frederick said, as he plucked it from her hands and began to mess with his phone, checking for any more damages. He’d thrown it in anger, at his situation, at still being stuck in Cresthill, at the monsters in the woods, at his low-wage job. It wasn’t the lifestyle, the formerly rich male was used to. His eyes turned to the female that had unfortunately tripped on the item and narrowed his brows. “You look like shit.” He bluntly said.

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ambicntlight·:

Location: the main street

Status: open

“Hmmm, how quaint”, Samca purred as she looked over the town. Pulling a deep breath in through her nose, it was abundantly clear that there was a lack of fertility in the town. For she could smell a cooking babe for miles, yet there seemed to be none. So much for late night snacks. This child better be worth it…

Frederick had been running, a light jog to keep his energy up, when he came across a familiar face. Pulling the earphones from his ear, he slowed down until he came to a halt in front of her. “Tessa?” He asked, raising a brow in confusion.

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@summyr-ackerman​

His car was no closer to being fixed, which meant he was nowhere near ready to leave this town -- at least without his dad murdering him in his sleep. However, his curiosity had been twisted by the strange events that had occurred during his time here, the panicked outcries of the town’s residents of monsters in the night, creatures lurking in the shadows, and a war that Frederick was sure he’d never really understood. Although, it made him think about the night that caused him to crash, and inevitably, brought him to Cresthill to be trapped in this prison. The animal, or person, he’d seen on the road.. he couldn’t fathom which of the two it was. It was a mixture, or perhaps the dark playing tricks on his mind.

The male wandered into the road as soon as dusk had fallen, the same road he’d begun his journey on. He could see the sign that welcomed him into Cresthill in the near distance, and he noticed the debris left over from his vehicle. 

“Fuck this place,” he muttered, before he heard a rustling. Spinning around quick on his feet, he scanned the forest edge at the side of the road and tried to pinpoint the source of the noise. Before he could come to his senses enough to realise he should leave this area, something on all fours began to appear out of the darkness. It didn’t look.. normal.

With a few steps backward towards the town and it’s safety, Freddie tried to figure out an exit plan in his head. Perhaps if he stayed calm, everything would be okay. Unfortunately, once the creature began to growl, the male was picking up his pace and turned to run away, screaming for an escape, some help, anything. 

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xxcarsyn-gray·:

She pulled her earbuds out as she heard someone approaching. A bag of chips was laying on her stomach, fingers slightly orange with Dorito dust. “Hey, help a girl out and take these away from me, would ya?” Carsyn held the bag up to the stranger. “This isn’t dinner.” 

“Maybe not for you.” Freddie said, happily taking the bag from her and peering inside, before grabbing a handful of Doritos. “These are dangerous, I could eat about ten packets.” He said, munching away.

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autymn-ackerman·:

The full moon had been better than the one before. It was a week later, and Autymn actually felt free. She didn’t have weird lingering pains from being chained up, nor did she have any scars. She did have a sense that she had done something she shouldn’t have, not that she’d tell anyone. Standing by the lake, she skipped some rocks along it. It was something comforting she used to do with Summyr… but that was before. Seeing another rock fly by, she turned her head. “Oh, hi.”

“Hey,” Frederick replied, as he approached the edge of lake in a nonchalant manner. He’d been bored and was under the impression he’d never ever be leaving this town at this rate. With a sigh, he skimmed around rock against the water’s surface. “I thought this would be funner.” 

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mariesegal·:

With the death of both Katya and George in such a short space of time, Marie was starting to feel incredibly drained, and losing faith in the town that she had grown to love so much over the years. Nothing she found made much sense, and she couldn’t piece things together the way that she knew they were meant to be. She felt like a failure. She was watching her friends die, their families wind up in the morgue, and she couldn’t work out why her own little down seemed to have so many unsolved cases. 

Marie was taking some time away from the station, having been called from her couch late into Friday evening, only a couple of hours after her last shift had finished, and hadn’t been home since. She couldn’t go home, not when everything was still fresh and there was so much to do. She could however take half an hour at Debbie’s Diner to get some food and a very large coffee to get her through the rest of her day - whenever that might end. Looking up from her table at a familiar face she said, “Can’t I get 15 minutes to eat something? It’s been pretty rough for me too these past few hours.”

Frederick had finished his shift at the ice cream parlour and had made his way to the diner to pick up a burger to go. He’d heard the rumours of a George dying recently, another murder, along with a string of them that never seemed to end. Perhaps Cresthill had a serial killer, perhaps this town wasn’t as dull as he thought. As he entered the diner, he caught sight of the sheriff and thought this would be a great opportunity to check up on his case. Although, he assumed his case had been put on the back burner... car crash, serial killer. It was easy to pick which one to focus your efforts on. “Hey, I was just asking to speak to you,” he said, holding his hands up as a mock gesture. “You look like shit. Pardon my language, sheriff.”

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detectivejenny·:

Like most everyone else, Jennifer was ready to admit that this was a pretty weird town to live in. Things happened here that didn’t even happen in Florida, and that was saying something. She used to hear stories from her father about all sorts of strange things, but nothing had yet to measure up to her past three years in Cresthill. Tonight just seemed to be another one of those nights where fact was coming up stranger than fiction. “ Right. ” The blonde was nodding along. “ A few others said he was going in and out of the shops too. Quiet at first, kinda lost and confused-looking, and then the shouting and screaming started. ” As she spoke, she wrote his statement down. “ About something after him… ? ” That was new information, however. “ Did he give any idea as to what it was coming after him ? ” Finally, she looked up at the other, curious for her job’s sake and her own personal curiosity piquing. 

“I don’t know, something about a person with sharp teeth like razor blades... or something. I don’t know,” Freddie kept saying. “It sounded like he was high or something. You know, not on the good shit either.” He then remembered that he was speaking to an official and cleared his throat. “Not that I would know what the good stuff is, or any stuff.” He fumbled with his words, as he began to vigorously pat down his pockets. Thank God he wasn’t carrying anything. With a visible sigh of relief, he looked back to the detective. “He also said this person was trying to bite him.”

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necrcmancr·:

“So there’s two families fighting?” she asked the spirit, “I bet you anything there’s going to be a Romeo and Juliet situation. I bet you 100 dollars,” she laughed softly before feeling a pair of eyes on her. That’s when she realized, she was talking way too loud, and seeing as she was the only one who could see the spirit she looked mighty crazy right about now. “I can explain,” she laughed awkwardly, scratching the back of her neck as she turned to the person

Frederick had had his fair share of craziness in Cresthill so far, but seeing a young girl talking to her imaginary friend, by the looks of it, was something else he found himself having to deal with. “Uh,” he began. “It’s cool.. I’m not one to judge. I mean I grew out of my imaginary friend when I was ten, but.. you know.”

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detectivejenny·:

Though warm in the day, July still had a bite of chill in the twilight hours that was hard to combat, even in Oregon. Or maybe it was just Jennifer, whose blood often ran a bit colder than everyone else’s, requiring her to dress the part. Layers upon layers, topped off with the standard-issue navy windbreaker, gold badge pinned to her right flank like a good little detective. Never one to break rules, never one to make waves. Which was why she was trying, still, to get this situation straightened out. Her partner was somewhere not far off, their normal no-nonsense self, while she stood off to the side, standard-issue mini notebook in one hand, pen in the other, person in front of her, all alone. What was it about her that made people so uncooperative ? The delicate face, the kinder tones she chose to use ? Did people really take advantage of that ? She liked to believe the answer was no, but tonight was really beginning to fray her nerves.

“ Okay. ” It was said on a bit of a huff, but only to express her exasperation with the situation at hand. This would be the final witness, then she’d go back to her partner’s side and follow them around like a puppy like she’s supposed to. No one seemed to give him problems. “ Let’s go through this, one more time. A little slower. ” Click went the pen, tip went to paper. “ Tell me everything you know about what happened here tonight, ” the blonde prompted, her voice not letting go of the half-imploring, half-encouraging tone she always seemed to carry when trying to get information her way.

Frederick didn’t know how he ended up finding himself in these situations. He’d just wanted to come to a nice quiet town, fix his car and ride on back to his lavish home in a place where the sun always shined and there was never any of this shit going on. With a sigh and a hand running through his heightened locks, he looked at the detective with a soured look in his eye.

“I don’t know. There was a guy screaming for help, all bloody and covered in dirt.. like he’d been dragged through a muddy ditch. We all heard,” he gestured to the other establishments on the road. “But he came into the ice cream parlour saying there was something after him. When I finally went into the back and called you guys, he’d both disappeared.” He’d seen this all the time. “It’s probably just a mugging gone wrong.” He said as if it were the most normal thing in the world. 

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tinley-bellmont·:

“Oh really?” Tinley didn’t know what to think of it. She had sharp teeth, cat like eyes, to most people she’d look terrifying. Whenever he booped her nose, she went to bite his finger. “You fuckin’ okay?”

“I think I may have had a bit too much to drink, but I’m good. Just.. a bit fuzzy,” Freddie hiccuped. Perhaps being in a fun house wasn’t helpful. “What are you doing in here? Trying to scare people?”

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autymn-ackerman·:

“So is you stealing my food.” Autymn took another bite of her fries. She sighed for a moment before perking up. “Do. not. tell her you saw me.” After the ball she was torn up about how things went with her sister. “She will kill me.”

“Kill you? She seems to really want to find you, and I doubt it’s to kill you.” And he thought he had family problems. “Why would she want to do that?”

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summyr-ackerman·:

She wished he was a stranger she could yell at but she felt guilty now for wanting to be cold. Truth be told, wearing a dress at a fancy party was the last thing her heart wanted to be doing but it was a necessary evil. She crossed her arms and glanced at the small stains on his suit, did champagne stain? She hoped not, “Sorry,” she said gruffly, looking away from him, “I’m not going anywhere. I can’t.” 

She glanced back at him and then away, “so what are you doing here? I would have thought you’d think you’re too important for a small town party like this.” 

“What? Because you’re too drunk or because you’re physically stuck to the ground?” Frederick sarcastically replied, as he patted the wet patches on his designer suit dry. He was irritated, but something about Summyr seemed to make him forget about being the egotistical narcissist he was known to be. Maybe she was some sort of mythical creature that could induce a certain power over him.

His eyes wandered from his own attire to hers, secretly admiring the dress she wore and how well she donned it. He was so enticed, he almost missed her question. “Well, I have to make an appearance at these things.” Maybe back home, but nobody in Cresthill would even notice if he was here or not. “Besides, free booze and everyone not looking like they’re homeless.”

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summyr-ackerman·:

Every word sounded like a lie but they were lies she wanted to believe. She took deep breaths to steady herself, letting him comfort her for two big reasons, the first being that she was sure that it must be distressing to see someone in distress and the second being that she was just so sad and lonely. Summyr shook her head and pushed away from him. “Yeah..um,” she closed her eyes and sighed, deeply with shaking breath and shoulders, “I…I have some places I want to look on my own,” places that involved skulking around, potentially fighting monsters, “just outside of town and stuff, in the woods, would you like…ask around in town? I wouldn’t ask is I could be in two places at once.”

When she pushed him away, Frederick composed himself too -- trying to not let her see his own vulnerabilities. That perhaps he had a heart. “Yeah, I’ll do whatever you want.” He agreed without thinking about his choice of words. Shooting her a glance, he wondered if he should leave her by herself, but figured she’d be strong enough to deal with whatever it was on her own. “I’ll ask who I can, but I can’t promise you we’ll find her today.” He was blunt with his honesty. He had to be though. “Just don’t worry if nothing turns up. We’ll find something, a clue or whatever, eventually.” We.

[fredvrick]

👫 - holds my muse’s hand (Alithea, nixie, or tinley you choose)

@tinley-bellmont

“I don’t want to do this, but I’m going to.” Freddie stated, before he leaned down and grabbed the hand of the woman, with a look of disdain upon his features. “Right, go.” He said, gesturing to the escalator in front of them and for Tinley to enter first. He’d always been afraid of those moving stairs.

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😶 - nudges my muse [Marie]

@mariesegal

“Hey, Mrs Officer woman,” Freddie began as he nudged Marie trying to get her attention as she seemed to be in a world of her own. “You found anything out about my car yet? You know, the maniac in the road? The reason I’m stuck here?” He asked, as he leaned back in his seat at the station.

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💆‍♀️(from Summyr)

@summyr-ackerman

They’d been searching for her sister all night, and somehow Freddie found himself sat on a bench next to the redhead who’d seemingly fallen asleep upon his shoulder. It was weird, and he wasn’t used to being anything for anyone -- let alone a headrest. However, he couldn’t resist watching her.. she seemed so peaceful, and soon enough, he was reaching out to run his fingers through her red locks. Stroking her hair in an attempt to soothe her, making it so she wouldn’t be disturbed from the slumber she so desperately needed. Why? He didn’t know.

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xxmarioara-atwood·:

“Danger…” She repeated, lips pressing into a line as she tried to suppress a laugh. “Alright. You’ve convinced me. I’ll take a walk in the wild side.” This time, she didn’t succeed in holding in her laugh. “Bored of ice cream? Good luck.” 

“I’m glad,” he replied with a small smile of appreciation. Using his scooper, he began lifting the rocky road scoops into a cone. “Yeah, I doubt anyone’s going to get bored of ice cream. Maybe if the government start putting some weird shit in it. Then again, people will still probably scoff it like there's no tomorrow.”