Women of Sharp Objects → Camille Preaker
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Women of Sharp Objects → Camille Preaker
@forsaken--lullaby || autumnal starters
"SHIT!” ear-piercing shriek escaping her vocal cords, followed by lips pressed tight to hold in bubbling laughter, trying her best to be pissed off, hand going for a playfully shove of the other. Okay, maybe more force behind it than she had meant. “ That was, so NOT cool! You coulda been like, a ghost or something! ugh - - - dick.”
@qveencheryl || autumnal starters
“Where should we start --- apple picking, pumpkin patch, or the ha-a-a-u-unted corn maze?” a laugh from deep her in chest followed, mocking the terribly cring-y advertisement for the spooky festivities . . . head shaking with mild amusement, just relieved really, to find something to hopefully bring more of a cherry-lipped smile.Â
 @phiinn || autumn spooks themed
"You look ridiculous,” there’s fondness in her tone though, watching the boy who had been there for her through it all, the boy who had even saved her life, the one she had grown to love. Unable to imagine a life without him, not even wanting to. “Though I suppose that’s the point . . .” she wasn’t much better, a makeshift astronaut helmet ( at least this silliness didn’t involve stolen property . . . well besides the sweets stuffed deep in her pockets ) “Did you bring it?”
featuring: Â Â north painfully acknowledging her time as a traci.
@diefrcc || spooky fall themed starters
“We should dress up.” looking at the other with wonder and bubbling joy at the thought of participation in a Holiday so many took for granted.
           “We could do a theme costume, ”Â
But of what? It had to be perfect, they deserved something that would elate. Deserved something silly and to feel light over. "Maybe hold a trick or treat between all of us in jericho?”
@inthiskingdom​ || liked for spooky autumn starter || for chloe & randall
“I am telling you Price, there’s NO way ghosts are real.” & yet, deep down in his gut, Randall cannot shake the fear at this so called haunted house. It was how he tried to cope with fear, rational thought and a healthy dose of skepticism. But even that can’t soothe him from the unsanitary conditions. “You know what is real though? Bacteria.”
@cupidty || halloween season spooks
“Well, I did my best.” a passive sigh slipping through his lips, placing down the knifed-pumpkin with a disturbing smile ( and not the COOL way, more so a disturbingly pathetic sort. Worst. Jack-O-Lantern ever ) “It was pretty cathartic though, and he isn’t terrible looking, what should we name the poor pumpkin-guy?”
Like for a cute Halloween spooky one-liner
“I’m just saying, I’m glad you’re on my side.“ (with Scott @ Kira)
@memorystxrs || meme lost in tag because wow im trash
“Of course, you don’t need to thank me for that,” smile tugging at her lips, heart thudding a bit faster as eyes turn away from his smile and those cute dimples, best to focus on the life-threatening danger than the cute dark-haired boy which left her stomach in KNOTS and caused more rambles than her confidence could afford. “You’re, someone worth following . . . but, we should probably leave this sentimental stuff for later when we aren’t being nearly killed — yeah?”
why is every masterlist inactive: a novel by me
with the new season in full bloom we really need an up to date masterlist and here i am to give it to you. please make sure to put your characters name in the tags. THIS IS FOR RIVERDALE CHARACTERS ONLY. the list can be found here. this will be updated at least every tuesday.(created 10/16/2018)
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Victoria bit her tongue, hard, to keep from screaming. Rachel’s sarcasm didn’t help anything, nor the vague air of enjoyment she was carrying, as if she liked Victoria being territorial. Smoothing her blonde hair with her hand, she watched Rachel settle into her home as if she owned it. Like she owned every room she walked into.
“I don’t know!” She huffs, crossing her arms and taking another lap around the foyer. The rare nights they both have off are so brief, she almost just wants to hit pause on this argument and take Rachel into her arms and up to her bedroom. Annoyingly, this thought cools doubt in her mind, and she pinches the bridge of her nose before looking at the woman. “Would I be asking if you weren’t such a great actress? You could sell anything. You can’t deny our situation is delicate. A little… Insecurity… Is warranted, no?”
A deep sigh, it certainly was delicate, and the fact they both could have quite a competitive and possessive temper, well everything about them was fragile but intense. “A little, yes, but I have heard that communication is supposedly a base of a relationship.” And weren’t they off to a great start on that note.Â
“So maybe, instead of jumping to conclusions, you could give me a chance to explain.” arms cross with a perked brow, proud in being right, trying to play the bigger person as she approached the blonde and sat a bit closer. Maintaining eye contact, always a mystery of a woman, but not even trying to manipulate. That was what people saw, an actress, a beauty, a manipulator. But Rachel Amber tried to keep that side OUT of her personal life. “Clearly, it’s just a press stunt, babe. You know how this industry runs.”Â
“It’s called luck… and it is gonna run out.“ for cece from elizabeth
@fellnwonderland || tlou sentence starters || accepting
Shallow breaths continue, an attempt at any sort of optimism fallen flat. No one would’ve expected the high society woman to survive any sort of attack on the seas. Especially while dealing with a motion sickness slowly taking hold from her chest. And yet, she had won the day ( defeating the opposer would be too much of a credit to Cecelia ) .Â
All of accidental circumstance, certainly bordering the concept of luck , but it was about time it ran in the brunette’s favor. She had ran, dodged, hid, and pushed multiple objects in his direction, and luck would have one causing blunt trauma to the head.Â
The adrenaline and survival instincts kicking in was of something else. He didn’t need a repetitive trauma and yet, here they were. Fingers shaking as she was applying stitches to the captain. One way she could get her hands dirty quite expertly, a medical knowledge and training.Â
“Then maybe, you should have me trained rather than locked up and suspected. So I could be of some use to you.” No, she didn’t want blood on her hands, but there didn’t seem many other options. “What do you suppose we do?” Â
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