J A D E - W R I G H T

( dependent jade for asphyxiahq )

[d4rk-side-of-my-mind]

[prisonwrld]

    some  would  call  this  a  crisis,  he’d  call  it  a  breakthrough.  he’d  fallen  down  a  hole  of  shaved  eyebrow  videos  around  three  am,  and  by  six  am,  he’d  officially  parted  with  his.  they  grow  back  perfectly  he’s  heard  and  he’s  got  an  eternity  to  waste,  so  naturally,  he  likes  it.  around  eight  am,  he’d  also  found  out  that  regina  george  was  quite  possibly  a  very  good  (  but  still  budgeted  )  version  of  him.  he’s  seen  both  movies  now  and  he  was  disappointed  to  learn  that  not  only  was  regina  george  noticeably  absent  from  the  sequel,  but  that  it  was  garbage.  he’d  REDEEMED  the  series  by  watching  the  musical  (  he  regrets  nothing  )  and  learning  almost  all  of  the  words  to  apex  predator.  his  final  act  of  appreciation  was  a  trip  to  the  local  party  city,  to  buy  one  of  those  ridiculous  pink  skirts  and  wear  it  over  his  otherwise  entirely  pink  outfit.  “  alright,  ”  he  thinks,  as  he  looks  at  himself  in  the  window  like  well ….  a  man  in  crisis,  “  i  think  we’re  good.  ”  a  nod  before  he  goes  back  to  belting  the  opening  line  to  apex  predator.  

[mcskedvices]

                         there wasn’t a need to question the likes of someone she happened to have such a  P R O F O U N D  respect for; nature meant the percentage of people like them were limited but vast. she’d argue she’d hardly ever be capable of attaining respect for anyone unequal to herself because the ones who werent...tended to care too much. there’s something AMUSING, however ( something only a prison world and time spent with the other could tell her ) in the way he worked, she didn’t often enjoy differences but his were UNDERSTANDABLE — a force to be reckoned with. most people got stuck in their fears like quicksand; she could recall a time she wanted so badly to feel the same, to take forth what she mirrored and be something NORMAL ( times change and so had she ). realization dawned and so forth did she come to understand what she was and what she wasn’t. not only a daddies girl but she’d argue worse; he’d been too much of a narcissist to elicit the same levels of fear she could. “ I hear people say pink on a man, means he’s sensitive...—a funny thought, ” she wouldn’t assume this had a purpose, it was likely nothing more than Kai being Kai but she’d chuckle anyway ( offering some semblance of respectful support ). “ love the new look though; it’s POWERFUL. ”

[svldsoul]

    she  shuts  the  door  behind  her,  takes  a  cursory  look  in  between  the  slats  of  the  blinds,  before  she  shuts  them.  “  taken  care  of.  ”  it’s  BREEZY,  unaffected,  as  she  reaches  for  the  stock  of  surgical  gloves  on  the  table.  “  he  won’t  be  bothering  us  again.  ”  objectively,  he  was  an  innocent  party.  someone  who  walked  in  on  something  that  didn’t  concern  him,  that  didn’t  have  the  good  sense  to  run  when  he  should’ve.  she  didn’t  kill  him,  she’s  not  that  stupid.  she  simply  showed  him  a  glimpse  of  THE  DARK  SIDE  ;  and  ensured  him  there  was  a  special  spot  in  hell  for  him,  if  he  dared  breathe  a  word.  her  eyes  flash,  crimson  for  a  moment,  as  she  pulls  a  new  set  of  gloves  on.  “  so  —  ”  she  looks  back  to  the  table,  in  the  dimly  lit  hospital  theatre,  “  where  were  we?  ”  @mcskedvices​

[mcskedvices]

       it’d always come down to the simplicity of  B U S I N E S S  and more so the educational understanding of bodies for a purpose she’d hardly feel the NEED to outline any time soon because EVERYONE needed a purpose right? that tidbit of joy in life — granted such feelings were fickle; next to emotions like love or fear, people seemed to drown in the contempt of caring ( she’d hold it against them because she could see how toxic it’d been for her, even just to mirror such things ). BUT there was a use for the latter. something she enjoyed about Aidy was the narrative in which she was willing to learn. murder was easy. it supplied an end...finality if you will but what was it’s benefit? in a city where death was stable as the chaos that came and went, murder was but a seamless way to find yourself in troubled waters. what scared someone was better, knowing weaknesses: having leverage — that’s how the smart people stayed on top. “ points to you; I expect, he won't sleep for a long time... ” it wasn’t something said lightly, more so in a tone of solace and a lack of care. the relief came more so from not having to change her situation; people like him, if left unsupervised, typically blabbed and made the routine change ( she’d hardly appreciate having to find somewhere new at this point in the year ).  “ intercostal muscles — rather painful when inflamed... ” she hummed, something perhaps appealing about certain cuts of meat though that seemed like a conversation better served elsewhere. a mere gesture to the cut she’d already made. “ there’s a reason broken ribs or bruised tissue can be so unpleasant. ”

[katieskeep]

[qveenofthorns]

“Like me? No. No. No, I got away with way more murders than you did. Leaving all that DNA on the body? Very sloppy, son.”

[twofacedharveydent]

[mcskedvices]

zcinx‌:

            “  i’m  not  the  person  for  this. ”   there’s  panic  on  his  features,  a  horrified  look  afixed  as  someone  asks  him  to  help  with  some  bandages.   he  understands  the  whys;  the  place  is  overflowing  with  patients  and  stragglers  seeking  out  shelters.   IT’S  ALL  HANDS  ON  DECK.   his  hands,  however,  are  reserved  only  for  the  dead.   “  not  my  domain. ”  @mcskedvices​

     “ What makes you think anyone else is. ” a frustration that seems to only build in a blisteringly  P R O F U S E L Y  way because she’s cold and she can’t seem to stop her hand from shaking. so on this particular occasion, she seemed to find herself ready to unleash hell if necessary ( she’d hate the snow if she could ). hand seeming to throw the scalpel to the side; there was little to no hope in her doing anything USEFUL like this. “ unless you can make the sun, shine out of your ass and warm all of us up...— grow a pair. ” 

[mcskedvices]

stcfan-salvatore‌:

He feels dazed, on the verge of a sickening nausea. Like a rabid animal swallowing its own poisonous spit. When he open his eyes and the woman comes into focus he starts to feel the familiar guilt in his chest cavity. As if someone was starting to strike him with a sledgehammer. Stefan is tired of this dance. This never ending cycle of falling off the wagon. He can claim that this time it was not his fault and that he somehow was brought back broken, but he knows better. He should know better by now. The girl in question still stands there trying to calm him down and it dawns on him that she is probably under the impression that he is having some type of panic attack.  ❛ I’m alright. ❜  Say that enough times and perhaps he can believe his own lies. All he can hear is a cacophony of heartbeats and all he can see is red.  ❛ I’m just a little on edge, that’s all. ❜

   not everyone gets ten years in a prison world to adapt to the blood lust although, even then some people will  N E V E R  be rid of the struggle. she finds herself at least enthused to attempt to help; something about the inevitability of making herself appear a certain way TRULY came forth but that seemed to be a conversation for another day ( something to write in the journal of personal interests ). “ I get it, the uh...— bloodlust is a real pain in the ass. ” it’s spoken quite enough, she knows the signs; call it some awareness from a time when she was some young teenager struggling to not tear out the neck of anyone that walked too close. she does find herself feeling the chill, the cold she’s certain the hospital hadn’t paid the heating bills to defend against ( but that’s what you get with random winters ). “ there’s a room a few doors down, it’s usually locked. so if you wanna go there to get away from this lot...” she finds herself holding the key up. “ I wouldn’t blame you. ”

[zaritarazi]

[echoquery]

gotham meme: [6/8] characters - sofia falcone

“I was 13 when my father first sent me away. He said that Gotham was too dangerous. This is my home. I wanted to come home. Is that enough?“

[zaritarazi]

[mcskedvices]

@vurasisms

[crystalreedgif]

Crystal Reed as Abby Arcane in 1x05 “Drive All Night”

[mcskedvices]

stcfan-salvatore‌:

Ironic for Stefan to find himself stuck inside the hospital during a snowstorm. When he heard that the weather was going to be less than favorable he had decided to stock up just in case he had to stay home for some time. Little did he know that the weather would took a nasty turn and that he would end up trapped in the last place he wants to be. Sure, unlimited supply of blood sounds good on paper, but being such a crowded building with so much of it pumping all at once was going to prove to be challenging. And when humans get scared, their hearts beat a lot faster and therefore there is a much more concentrated flow of blood. Pretty soon this entire room will start to feel like one giant pulse. For the moment it’s chaos. People are running around lost, some are even hurt, some are just paralyzed with fear. He’s focusing on his breathing and considering his options. Perhaps going outside and freezing to death would not be as bad. “Help! Please help me!” Oh god, what now. The distressing voice comes from a young woman and she is covered in blood. She’s panicking, leaning against a wall and wrapping her arms around her stomach and the scent of it so overwhelming it makes him lightheaded, fidgety. So much so that when he feels someone pat him on the shoulder from behind he turns around, wrapping his hand around their throat. He quickly realizes his mistake and pulls away, swallowing hard and feeling slightly embarrassed.  ❛ I’m sorry I - I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to do that. ❜

      she recalls the way the scent used to make her act; there hadn’t been a  S I N G L E  moment in which she wouldn’t recognize such a smell in a room filled with anything but, however, she’d adapted. age seemed to be about the ONLY benefit she’d found in control and even then there was something so blisteringly challenging that not every vampire had the same luck...—some were more like animals following instinct. more often than not, it was simply a curious act to follow: something to watch from the shadows and attain some understanding of each individuals inner mechanics BUT alas, present circumstances didn’t offer such an option. once again, she would require the understanding of past mirroring to be deemed something other than what she was ( a wolf in sheep's clothing ).  a smile filtered through, something with the intention of presenting warmth; a doctor had already attended the side of the woman and by default, the hand around her neck was a distracting force until she was once again allowed to breathe. “ hey... ” she spoke gently, a tone used to not envoke too much panic or concern. something that at its very core seemed kind and understanding. “ it’s okay, just focus on something else...—what you hear or what you see. ”

[mcskedvices]

willdoitforher‌:

    “  or  you  do.  ”    sometimes  relationships,  opportunities,  expose  the  worst  of  people.  they  expose  the  ugly  attempts  to  fix  them,  the  hope  that’s  nurtured  by  delusion.  she  had  to  be  confronted  with  the  demons  in  her  own  closet  to  recognise  them  in  josie’s.  “  sometimes  you’re  the  bad  guy.  ”  or,  more  actually,  sometimes  no  one’s  the  bad  guy.  the  world  is  the  monster  ;  ripping  apart  genuine  things,  pushing  the  shattered  pieces  together  wrong.  it  must,  she  thinks,  take  pleasure  in  watching  the  recognition  register.  “  everything’s  bullshit  in  the  end.  ”  she  thinks  she  can  safely  afford  to  exclude  family,  maybe  even  friends,  but  everything  else  seems  vapid.  the  world  is  cold  and  uncaring  and  they  both  know  it.  (  she  might  be  a  little  down  on  herself,  but  it’s  cold,  she’s  cold  and  the  alcohol  is  cheap.  leave  her  be.  )  

         if her amusement were a song, she lay  F I R M L Y  in the belief it would be Beethoven's moonlight sonata; notes that spoke such depth and yet showed so little unless you found yourself with a deep PERCEPTION of others. of the way that they worked and found themselves existing ( it would always take quite the being to understand her ). if the girl knew the real profundity of whom she happened to be speaking to, it was easy to imagine she’d choose different words —harsher words because emotions were but atmosphere trying to decipher which expression to choose. And this girl was a storm and rain bouncing from concrete; even if directed elsewhere such MAUDLIN declarations were certainly far too easy to grasp ( at least being who she was ). “ not all devils have horns and a pitchfork, ” she doesn’t imagine her words are helpful: that they EASE some pain or sorrow she has but they’re certainly truthful. she gives a smile, it’s hardly real but it works. it does a job she’d reckon a bottle could only fulfill for so long. in MANY ways she finds herself with a need to take pity ( if she felt such a thing ) to recall a time when a younger version of herself, believed her world to be the same as this girl. It never had been; she’d entered a higher phase the second she’d recognized who she was AND WHO SHE WASN’T.  “ the real devil’s in life tend to be the inner demons; everyone is their own worst enemy. ”

[twofacedharveydent]

You came looking for a gangster That’s exactly what you found

[hannibalgifs]

#his weird is he eats people

[kuutamosonaatti]