[kendulls]

#KENDULLS: INDEPENDENT KENDALL ROY OF HBO'S SUCCESSION. DEVELOPED BY SEAN. 21+, MUTUALS ONLY, LOW ACTIVITY. SENSITIVE MATERIAL AHEAD. BASIC INFO BENEATH THE CUT.

rules,

independent kendall roy of hbo's succession. blog created in march 2023.

21+ — minors, please dni. mutuals only.

sensitive material will be present on this blog. triggers will be tagged in the format of #trigger tw. if i forget anything— please let me know! i'm also more than happy to accommodate triggers as needed.

shipping isn't a priority of mine. i write ken as bisexual and i frankly don't care about ships; if they happen, they happen. i don't write smut.

mun is sean, 22, he/him, local anakin apologist.

[kendulls]

@thef2ll: have you ever thought that you don’t scare easily enough?

❝ you say that like it's a bad thing? ❞ kendall meets her gaze, brows lifting as voices surround them at the restaurant. it's uncomfortable, the feeling of someone looking through you as if you're transparent glass. the resemblance of an outsider peering through a window. all his life, he's felt scared — scared of being a roy, scared of never living up to the expectations set for him, scared of becoming his father. the revelation had become clear to him, though: there was never any expectations set for him. (you're spoiled, you're curdled cream, you're nothing — the sentiments echo throughout his mind, his father's voice reverberating.) he was always meant for failure. kendall's whole life, the path was aimed towards failure and losing the game. (because, after all, this was all a game at the end of the day. the prey vs the hungry beast.)

digits moving to the liquor glass resting in front of him, he brings the rim to his lips and swallows the remaining golden whiskey, grimacing as the harsh liquor trickling down his throat. ❝ it's hard to be scared when there's nothing to be afraid of. ❞ his own voice rings out in his head: pass me the fucking shotgun.

❝ enough about my shitty life, though — what about you? is there, uh, something that scares you? ❞

[kendulls]

@rvolving / nate: i also remember you telling me it would never actually happen.

he's stunlocked for a moment by the comment — jaw dropped, mouth agape, eyes widened synonymous with a deer in headlights. it takes kendall a few moments to compose himself, eyes blinking as he remembers who he's speaking with: nate sofrelli, of all fucking people. ❝ are you trying to catch me in some type of... fucking gotcha moment? ❞ of course the kid is — he works for a senator who's running for the presidency; that's the entire chess game of politics. catching one another in moments usable for blackmail to gain an advantage, which is exactly where kendall found himself. waystar royco, fucked, once again because of morons unable to clean up their messes before politicians got their hands on the material.

❝ look, dude — i don't have time for this. didn't shiv talk to you and your senator about this? this shit happened off my watch — the cruise ship stuff. so, with that being said, i'd recommend finding someone who has better info than me. ❞ fingers fumble with the rolex resting on his wrist, trepidation becoming visible across his face as beads of sweat begin forming at his hairline.

[kendulls]

@ritiual / padmé: since when is anything about your family normal?

❝ ha, ha — very fucking funny. ❞ he's not laughing. rather, he's pouting — arms moving to cross themselves tightly over his chest, cerulean gaze drifting to the floor of his office. her sentence reminds kendall of speaking with reporters, a typical topic of conversation revolving around his familial matters. a deep breath is inhaled, a scoff trailing behind before he chooses to speak.

❝ senator amidala, we could sit here all fucking day and talk about the, uh, normalcy regarding my family — but that doesn't explain why you're in new york, or better yet, why you're visiting me. ❞ the last time he spoke with shiv, she'd mentioned potentially helping the young senator once again in the upcoming election. (the youngest senator elected to the united states senate, in actuality, thanks to the helping hand of one siobhan roy.)

❝ let me guess: looking to ride on shiv's coat-tails again for re-election and make waystar royco's life a living hell again? ❞

[kendulls]

@brokenheirs / naomi: we could be having lunch like normal people.

a couple of weeks ago, they would have been. they would've been eating at zuma's japanese restaurant off madison avenue, talking about their days and the bullshit that came with it, a glass of wine in their reach. instead — he sits in the living room of his condo, grasp on his iphone tightening as his jaw clenches, an empty bottle of corona resting on the glass coffee table. lunch like normal people, a joke at its finest, and in response — he laughs. ❝    maybe. from what i've heard, you've been having lunch with tom, though. uh — is that serious, at all?    ❞ is it jealousy? is it anger? (is it his father obtaining the upper-hand in his love life now?) lips pressing themselves together, kendall shifts around on the couch, discomfort from the conversation spreading into his body.

❝    also heard him and greg are calling themselves the disgusting brothers now, so that's fantastic, too.    ❞ he halts himself from speaking any further, choosing to clear his throat rather than say the remaining words in his head: you sure know how to pick them!

[kendulls]

i think the writers every so often forget that ken has kids

[notmorbid]

city of ghosts.

dialogue prompts from city of ghosts by victoria schwab.

i prefer the term ‘corporeally challenged’.

it’s not my fault you think so loud.

yeah, i’m practically a superhero.

ninth rule of friendship: ghost-watching is a two-person sport.

have you ever thought that you don’t scare easily enough?

we could be having lunch like normal people.

that’s not how it works.

are you happy now?

stay awake.

don’t be nosy.

hello? anyone here?

it would be sheer arrogance to think otherwise.

we need to talk.

i could be your interpreter.

i also remember you telling me it would never actually happen.

it’s more like a documentary.

i’m more concerned about the ‘most haunted’ part.

i feel like i’ll never get warm again.

where you go, i go.

i’m cutting you off.

one page at a time.

nothing happens until it happens, and then it’s already happening.

you’re no fun.

don’t you dare!

just don’t go too far.

you have no idea.

don’t you ever talk to yourself?

do you believe in ghosts, ___?

stories have power, so long as you believe them.

like a patron saint, only you pray for her to stay away.

that wasn’t so bad.

how do you make a ghost?

don’t you dare leave me here.

you act like you’ve never seen a ghost hunter before.

why did you do it?

because it’s my job.

friends don’t leave friends in the dark.

i needed some air, and then i got turned around.

can i tell you a secret?

where’s the fun in being normal?

i don’t think they really mean us harm.

since when is anything about your family normal?

you’ve got to be kidding me.

not a shred of privacy in that place.

you’re my best friend. and i think there’s a reason we’re all tangled up.

children give me the creeps.

easier said than done.

no shame in being scared.

there’s a difference between being scared and being scared away.

we’re going to figure this out.

we’re going to fix this.

i’m really not up for noble sacrifices.

i’ll take my chances.

just be careful.

be careful with that.

there’s a difference between wanting to stay and being too afraid to let go.