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@frightesa
this is a multi muse blog. private and mutually exclusive blog. non-mutuals please do not interact. this blog relies heavily on a queue system, and will often be low activity. primarily iconless. adored by kaeli ( they / them ) 21+. triggering themes will be present. do not follow if you're under 21.
𝙄𝙉𝙁𝙊. 𝙈𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙎.
𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙐𝙎𝙀𝙎 : cindy berman, clarice starling, dally winston, katniss everdeen, sybill ernest, hunter masini
still working on a promo / moving over threads but I'm at @frightes now
still working on a promo / moving over threads but I'm at @frightes now
still working on a promo / moving over threads but I'm at @frightes now
thinking about moving blogs so i can overhaul my muses / tagging sytem
think i'm definitely going to do this. just as an fyi. the tags over here are just so hard to add onto
i've added lucy gray - you can't stop me - so if you would like stuff from her feel free to like this
thinking about moving blogs so i can overhaul my muses / tagging sytem
@pierprincess
when carrie had imagined death, it had been quick. instead, it was a pang, a deep ache, as her lungs struggled to maintain her breath. her blood spilling out into the field that surrounded her, the smell of smoke heavy in the air. it was a cruel irony that her mother had been the beginning and end of her life. the lord giveth and taketh away, she thought, the voice of her mother never fully silenced in her mind. she licked her lips, trying to cover the wound with her hand, applying pressure. her beautiful pink dress had grown iron red, shiny underneath the street lights.
when the face of a woman appears before her she doesn't question it. eyes close as a moment of absolution. perhaps for once in her life carrier white could know peace. "are you an angel?" she slurs. the street light seemed to line the woman's curls, a halo. "i'm sorry - i didn't mean to - i didn't -" gasps of breath are a desperate plea, " - mean to."
would love more memes / threads with : alice liddel, camille preaker, juniper thorn, melody rylen, velma dinkley, and ylfa
@e1ght8all drew the lovers
"can't you just admit that we're good together?" all this back and forth really wasn't billie's style. and she could hold a grudge when nursing a broken heart. perhaps it was because she was never truly the one on the receiving end of a breakup. both of her husband's deaths had been her doing, and her divorce from her ex-wife had been amicable for their son. the thing with jules was new but there was a growing sense of fondness from billie. some might call it obsession but she called it love. whether jules was at the same spot as her was up for debate and billie didn't want to push. "we have fun together at least." she said, "at the very least you could admit that."
@e1ght8all drew the strength card
eleanor is adjusting to their little life. they had been cooped up in their house long enough that it felt normal to nell. there were paint samples strewn about the home and she had decided that nesting was the proper way to handle this crisis. it kept her mind busy, and for that, she was eternally grateful. being in such close proximity to jules should have been joyful, but all she could feel was the stagnant weight of stress in the air.
soft hands cup jules face, pressing a kiss to their cheek, a thumbprint of blue seemed to stain the other. "we have a couple of options. i was thinking this yellow accent for the kitchen though, and maybe the blue in the dining room." head tilted to make sure the vision was aligned before she turned the smile toward jules. paint, in the grand scheme of things, was a small gesture. but it was everything nell wanted to say ; i'm here. i'm staying. i won't go even if you ask me to because we are in this together. turning their house into a home was the only way she knew how to do it.
SEX EDUCATION (2019 - 2023)
blondmattel:
♡ ˙ * ✧ she’d put a lot of thought and time into the decorations around the room. christmas was one of her favorite times of year, and barbie wanted to make it special for the kids around the hospital. carlisle had been an amazing help, but so had sheriff swan. barbie would say she’s surprised that the quiet man had a soft heart, but that wouldn’t be true - she could tell he was kind from the moment she had met him. evidence of him showing up in full santa costume to really get the kids into the spirit. barbie can’t help but smile, the way charlie interacts with the children. she’s always known he was a good dad ; this had only proved that point.
‘ i think santa can have whatever he wants, considering all the joy he’s spread today, ’ the nurse laughs behind one dainty hand, bell on her elf hat jingling slightly as her shoulders lift and fall. barbie grabs him a cup, pouring in some of the jolly juice, as she called it, and adding a straw for good measure. ‘ i think so! everyone seemed to have a good time. you really made all of their days. they’re going to have a wonderful christmas! ’ even if the day hadn’t gone as they expected, barbie would have found something to be positive about. lucky for them, it had gone better. she grabs her own cup and takes a drink of the punch. ‘ you are the perfect santa, charlie. i hope you had fun, too! you deserve a little bit of fun, now and then, ’
charlie smiles behind his faux beard. charlie took the cup from barbie as he looked down at the swirly straw. there always seemed to be an edge of fun that was prevalent here. he takes a sip of the punch before looking out at the kids again. “i’m glad that i could help out.” he said after a moment. charlie, while participating in the joy, certainly didn’t feel responsible for it. “it’s nothing compared to the joy you all bring to these kids every day. i don’t know how you do it.” he said quietly.
he shrugged his shoulder, “wanted to make sure this christmas was special, you know? it’s the first time in a couple of years that bella’s been willing to visit. i don’t get as many moment with her as i’d like, and it’s growing up so fast. i thought it could be a good thing for the kids, but maybe for her too.” he took another sip of his juice. “sorry the holidays make me sentimental.”
@slashaer
slashaer:
what happened to the days of loyalty? when you could rely on your fellow man and rest assured that that they could be trusted? harry didn’t know which was worse — that someone was betraying the kingsmen, or that he couldn’t figure out who it was. they were clearly deep in their shared organization ; a professional, someone who’s been doing this for a LONG TIME. which made the situation that much harder. agent walks nonchalantly down the sidewalk, every so often checking over his shoulder, using the scanner within his shades to search for eavesdroppers before he strolls into the tea shop. he’s the first to arrive, and so he orders a hot pot of tea, greeting kit with a nod when she settled into her seat.
‘ indeed. i do believe we’re safe. for now, ’ harry is more than aware that chaos and bloodshed could begin at any moment, but the shop they sat in was at least quiet, the backroom isolated. hand reaches forward towards the teapot, pouring them each a cup. ‘ i’ve taken the liberty of picking the tea. hope you don’t mind, ’ as a GENTLEMAN, harry offered kit the cream and sugar first before he took his own. ‘ english breakfast, ’ he says as an afterthought, the man finally exchanging his sunglasses for his regular ones, eyes settling on kit with fondness. ‘ it’s good to see you, old friend. but i am sorry it is under such unfortunate circumstances, ’
loyalty was everything to kit. there’s a a hazy memory of those she used to hold dear prior to the schism. a figure of a count who she no longer knew remained in her memory. she exhales when he says that they are safe. careful fingers unpin her hat from her hair as she sits across from harry. it had been a long awhile she had laid eyes on him. “good. it’s meddlesome enough out there without the world keeping to friends from talking.” there’s a smile at the end of the sentence, the rigidity of her character slipping away to something more comfortable.
“if we met under better circumstances we would not be ourselves.” she said nod of her head. while both of them valued their friendships it was work that appeared to be their true priority. she lumped some of the sugar into her tea, stirring in the cream. “what are these dire circumstances i’ve come to hear so much about?”
@slashaer
huntedvideo:
the story was believable enough, but was it too convincing? there just so happens to be a photograph of his biological parents waiting in a box somewhere for him. one that his adoptive parents had kept, even though they kept the identities of janette and marcus hidden from him until his father died. it wouldn’t sound suspicious to anyone else, but fin always had to be on guard. it was the only way he had ever stayed alive. he could be polite, but trust didn’t come easy to the hunter. it hadn’t for a long time, and for good reason. glancing down at the photo again, eyes linger at his dead mother and his missing father, only glancing over the baby in their arms before fin looks back up to the now grown sawyer.
‘ must’ve been wild, looking everything up and finding me and, uh - well, y’know. everything i do, ’ most people thought his videos were fake ; just really good special effects. it was probably better, that way. at sawyer’s last sentence, finley pauses, wondering how much he was willing to tell sawyer after having just met not moments ago. ‘ i’m assuming you didn’t find much about them. right? just vague files, stuff that didn’t really lead anywhere, ’ another pause is taken, fingers continuing to tap on his mug. ‘ what they did, um… well, they did what i do. kind’ve. it was a little different, but… ’ finley trails off, now leaning forward, never breaking eye contact with sawyer. ‘ i’m gonna be honest, i’m not sure i can trust you. i’m good at, like, reading people - my gut usually tells me when i’m in trouble, so… how do i know i can trust you? ’ it was a simple enough question to him, one he waits for an answer to before he continues.
sawyer was trying to make sense of it himself. he found himself replaying the details over and over again. not because it was a ruse he was trying to maintain, but he was trying to smooth out the questions in his mind. he would have through that his mother and father would have been more forthright with him about his parentage. lying was never taken lightly in the dunn household so the fact that they could do it so easily is what unnerved him. what had scared his parents so much they didn’t even dare to talk about it?
“it wasn’t what i expected if that’s what you mean. made it easy to try and talk to you though - with these conventions and everything.” he took a sip out of his mug, leaning back in his chair. “no, everything that came up about them just seemed to be in relation to you.” he said with a light shrug. sawyer could specialize in i.t. but that didn’t mean his researching skill were different than anybody else. he cocked his head to the side, trying to make sense of it. “that fair. i mean we don’t know each other, and i did show up out of the blue.it might take time to get to trust, and i would understand that.” he said after a moment. it seemed like finley was a pretty guarded guy.” i could tell you a little about myself i guess. but i’ve got two daughters at home and a wif - ex-wife back home. didn’t take it well after my dad passed and everything seemed to fall apart after that.”
I’m just kind of odd. There are dark forces in the world, and if you pay attention to what’s going on around you, you end up incorporating it into the storytelling. Maybe it’s some aspect of myself that’s coming through that people are seeing, that I am in fact a quiet psycho.
i'm alone at work so maybe i will write a little
