HIATUS

i'm only H U M A N: i've got a skeleton in me. ( indie fandomless oc. sideblog to perditioner. written by annie. )

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stardustveiins:

&. perditioner (actually painreception)  ♡’d!

      “Are - are you okay?”

(Her voice is cracking - not the best method of comfort, but  give the woman a break. She’s drunk as hell and just found  out there was yet another killer on this godforsaken island. )

    ‘ i close my eyes and i see her. ’ she needn’t say anything else, for her meaning is doubtless. still, she eyes regina with an obscure version of sympathy. ‘ you’re not either. nobody’s okay. it was a stupid question. ’

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askthegirldetective:

“Here; take this,” Nancy said quietly, kneeling down in front of Erin and pressing a mug of hot tea into the other girl’s shaking hands. “I’ll have someone find you a blanket too, alright? Is there anything else you need?”

    eyes flicker down to the drink in her hands, the radiating warmth welcomed gladly. her clothes have begun to dry, but they remain cold, and she presses the mug close to her chest. ‘ no, no, i --- ’ erin hiccups, a remnant from the tears. ‘ --- why now ? grace is gone. we don’t ... ’

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v. one by one

    erin cries, but it doesn’t really matter. she is still soaked from the shower water. arms had pulled her back when others heard her scream and ran to the scene, but she isn’t sure where she sits now, a couch or a bed or a chair or something. it’s not important. the same images flash through her mind, the feel of cold skin lingering on her fingertips. ( fingertips that now pull a sodden cardigan round her trembling shoulders. ) ‘ but grace --- but she’s --- but we --- ’

    but we were safe now.

[randomactsorg]

Everybody can be great…because anybody can serve. You don’t have to have a college degree to serve. You don’t have to make your subject and verb agree to serve. You only need a heart full of grace. A soul generated by love.

Dr Martin Luther King Jr.

[seductivesnuggies]

Turn ons:

• Literally nothing I’m an asexual

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angelxmarwolaeth:

     ❝ No– no, you’re right. We’re going to need all the light we can         get tonight. Just– ❞ 

There’s a pause for reflection. She’d said it herself, they should all stay together as to not leave anyone to the killer’s pleasure.

     ❝ I think it’s safest if we send people in groups of three or more,          yeah? With two, one could be the killer– but with three, there          is an extra person just in case. ❞

            ‘ i don’t think there’s enough of us. i mean, if we send people in               groups of three, that must be --- three groups ? four, if there’s               even twelve of us left. i don’t know, anna, i just don’t know how               many we are. but if we’re less than twelve, that would mean a               maximum of three groups, which leaves either one or two of us               here alone, so we should leave four or five people here, and we               won’t be able to do enough with just two groups, so --- perhaps               we should forget it ... find some torches here. find the fuse box,               or SOMETHING. i don’t know. ’

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open to verse.

            ‘ the hotel rooms have candles in them. you know,               the small ones next to the bath ? we could, uh --- ’

    or perhaps splitting up yet again isn’t an idea worth sharing.

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v. one by one status update.

    erin is alone. her door is locked; the card is in her hand. the only other     person with a key to her room is was laos, but she can’t afford to think     about him at this moment. sleep is unlikely to find her, so she spends     her time methodically folding clothes and placing them into a suitcase     --- when everybody else had packed their belongings, she had been ...     well, it’s another thing she can’t afford to think about at this moment.

    strangely, the bride had assumed herself somewhat protected because      she was the BRIDE. archelaos’ fate tells her just how wrong she was.

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stardustveiins:

&. painreception.

She doesn’t have anything to say; there’s nothing she can manage to force through trembling lips. So she just stares at the woman who should have been marrying her brother. He’d been a dick, but they had both lost him.

            ‘ sit down, regina, you look like your               knees will buckle any moment. ’

    it’s not the right thing to say to a grieving sibling. nothing is the     right thing to say. regardless, erin takes hold of regina’s arm and     guides her to the nearest seat. strangely, she doesn’t want to cry;     perhaps the news hasn’t yet sunk in. for now, though, it’s her turn     to take care of the others.

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stardustveiins:

      “Of course I wasn’t going to leave you.”

Regina can’t help but to continue reaching for Erin, one hand on her shoulder and the other on her cheek, searching her gaze in evident concern. Her fingers were trembling; she knew she shouldn’t be the one in this state and hurried to help Erin sit down, seating herself beside her, still obviously concerned.

     “We’re still family, no matter what,       okay? Now we’re going to get off       this island, and everyone is going       to be safe.”

    it won’t be as simple as regina is insisting, but erin doesn’t     say so --- there is still hope that they can make it out of this     mess, and regina deserves the moment to hope after what     stresses the day must’ve placed upon her. erin sits quietly,     obediently, but her eyes remain trained on regina’s fidgety     attitude. the bride merely offers a weak smile in return.

            ‘ perhaps it wasn’t a good idea to place my               safety above the safety of everyone here. ’

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armaiisms:

            “ I wouldn’t call what I did WINNING. It was                    reforming even as I was running away                         but I did manage to get it into pieces. “ 

    she’s reluctant to admit it, but she’s impressed.

            ‘ ------ and you’re here to tell the tale ? not bad,               i suppose. should i now be AFRAID of you ? ’

[soulsavedbygrace-deactivated201]

You have been assigned this mountain to show others it can be moved.

A little gem I found on twitter  (via

withonefootinafairytale

)

wow.

(via richerthanwealthy)

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angelsencyclopedia:

( for painreception​ ;;)

She supposed it was common knowledge, but Grace didn’t realize just how difficult it was to transport a person from one place to another without help. It wasn’t Erin’s fault though, she’d spent the entirety of a day in the heat without food  or water tied to a chair.

When you think about it, it really does do a number on someone.

Grace looked to her right, where a hopefully conscious Erin stumbled along beside her, her arm over Grace’s shoulder. 

“Just a little farther,” she reassured her, though the brunette couldn’t tell whether the words went  through and whether they actually were meant as a self-assurance.

    erin is heavy. erin is heavy and dizzy and moving sluggishly through     evening heat and grasping onto whoever walks beside her. she can’t     tell who they are. she can’t tell if she’s awake. she can’t tell if any of     this is real. 

    she’s fairly certain that she was kidnapped, and tied up, but the details     grow murkier the longer she dwells on them. eventually, a name floats     to mind.

            ‘ grace. you’re grace. ’

    with a certain sense of determination that erin struggles to associate     with herself, she grits her teeth and stands up straighter, still clutching     onto grace for fear of simply collapsing. her legs are weak; her knees     are trembling. but just a little farther echoes through her mind and she     blinks away the blanket of fatigue resting on her.

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stardustveiins:

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     Regina herded her group back to the Inn; it felt like      she might vomit, but they had only enough time to      get back before midnight. She wasn’t going to risk     anyone else’s life when there was no way they could     save Erin anymore - even if she felt she was a monster     admitting it to herself. Stumbling into the lobby in complete     and utter exhaustion, she froze, eyes alighting upon the two     figures therein as a cry of surprise and delight escaped her lips.

             “Erin!”

She rushed past Grace - she’d thank her in a moment - to grab the bride up in her arms, holding her closely, face buried in her shoulder. When she finally pulled back, tears were in her eyes, her hands shaking as she checked the other woman over for injuries.

       “Are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt?”

            ‘ it’s OKAY, regina --- i’m fine.               grace told me about the note. ’

    regina pulls back, and erin does too, still unsteady on her feet     with a mix of something akin to dehydration and an adrenaline     crash that’s left her shaking, scared. trembling fingers brush     over her shirt, forearms, shoulders, and she catches regina’s     wrists with her own hands and what she can only hope comes     across as a comforting smile. 

            ‘ i’m not hurt. at least, i don’t think               i am. i’ve been unconscious for               most of the day, i believe. thank               you for --- for looking for me. for               not leaving without me. ’

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mordiices:

    he can’t place her kind immediately and, because of it, he doesn’t spend     too much valuable time figurin’ it out. there’s no arsenal of supplies here;     no google, no journal – no brother – no books. a bloody, dirt-ridden grip     tightens around the bone she speaks of because it and instinct are all     dean has to work with —— not a bad combination, actually, but one that     might land him on his ass all the same.      he ain’t got energy to tongue-dance, however. this thing either ganks her     or it don’t, and for a second he’s not entirely sure which road he’s willing     to walk down. the snapping of twigs to his right, undoubtedly by somethin’     he doesn’t wanna see, threatens to distract him. with a quick lick of a lip,     dean narrows his gaze to respond.     he’s ready. he doesn’t know for what, but. he’s ready.                                                        ❛   y'gonna give me REASON to?

    she stands isolated, her island a gnarled tree root that climbs upward     from the ground --- perhaps it will wrap round her ankle and drag her     down to the dirt beneath; she would hardly be SURPRISED. nothing in     purgatory is alive ( save the anomaly holding her gaze ) but nothing is     quite yet gone. no creature lays down and simply asks for the fight to ...     end. therefore, erin reasons, from the aggression in his posture and the     dagger in his hand, the boy belongs here more than she had assumed.

    if he tries to fight her with naught but bared teeth and a sharp blade, he     will die. every fight and ambush and attack she has experienced before     has ended up with the culprit’s body as a pile of ash at her feet and erin     wiping dust from her fingertips. she has fire in her veins; she is far from     afraid to weaponize such a trait.

    the phoenix doesn’t grace his question with an answer --- it’s a growled,     petty thing, defense a TATTOO on his brow that he curls into something      ferocious. the words mean nothing. he simply means to prove his power.

    easily, she strips him of it, her own question replacing the uneasy quiet     that grows unkempt in the forest.

            ‘ you’re human. how are you here ? ’