ophelia's reckoning

an independent & private writing blog for elle tomkins of netflix's the society.

[poisener]

pops my head in.

[bwaystanforlife]

hey society fans!!! tomorrow we’re doing a huge rewatch party on twitter to get the show trending and hopefully in the top 10 on netflix! this way they’ll hopefully change their minds about cancelling it OR another network will see the show is financially viable!!!

it already looks like kathryn newton and alex fitzalan are joining tomorrow too!! so if you are able to ir would be great if you can join too!!

if you can’t join on twitter, do it here!! getting the society to trend on multiple platforms is even better!!

[kesdebues]

grizz will never know that sam isnt the biological father. harry will never get out of his drug addiction. allie will never be bailed out of jail. lexie will never get her support system. gwen will never learn that asking if someone is gay by making them hold their boob is uncomfortable. bean will never get the recognition she deserves. campbell will never be overthrown. harry will never see his sister again. elle will never get out of campbell's abuse. sam will never be able to confess his truths. kelly will never know what officially happened between her and harry's parents. will, will never stop cooking. jason will never know his friends genuinely care for him. cassandra's friends will never know her true killer. gordie will never be mayor. the thespians will never have their voices heard. helena will never know what's really happening behind the closed doors. eden's father will never know he is a father. grizz will never know why allie is bleeding. we will never know what happened to the lost children.

[poisener]

ugly late night text post to say how gutted I am that netflix cancelled the society when all the actors were so pumped to continue on with season 2, everyone in production was on board and everything was written. like that has to fucking hurt them so much too. imagine being so hype for something, a creative job you love with a unique storyline and unique representation of characters only for sequels and 3rd parts of stupid ass "original movies" to be guaranteed a second or third run. so fucking pissed for everyone involved especially the international and lesser known actors who really could have used this as a good jumping off point for their American debuts to land more gigs.

[poisener]

 ✶   ―――――    plotted starter for @camelotreign​

                       the     court     of     camelot      had      always     fascinated     eleanor     ever      since     she     was    a     small     child,;     following      her      father      away      from     the      village       &         towards     the     castle    when      he      would      be     called      to      give     updates     on     business.              she     had     not     yet      officially      been      invited      to     court     until      her      coming      of     age.        taken     by     her      mother        &        the      other      women     in     the     village      that     were     now     of     the     ranks     of     the     noble     class,        she     had     danced     endlessly     at     the     banquets      hosted     by     king     uther        &       had     caught     the     attention     of     one     of     the     prince’s     knights,     sir      baneweth.         they     had      exchanged     letters     but     he     had      not      yet     been     invited     to     her     house,         instead     they     were     to     meet     in      the     courtyard     of     the     castle.          young      squires      trained     in     the     corners     of     the     courtyard     with     wooden     training      swords        &          wraps     of     worn     leather     around     their     bodies     to      offer     some     protection,         several      women     paired     off     together     gossiping      lowly    no     doubt       &         the     clamor     of     several     carts      of      goods       moving     through      the      corridors      towards      the      larger     open     grounds      almost      overwhelmed      the      young      woman.          slight      gasp     exited      her      pink      mouth     as     the     familiar      colors     of      the       pendragon      crest      flashed      across      elle’s      vision     on     the     other     side    of     the     courtyard,         picking     up      the     hem    of     her     dress     slightly       &        she     half     ran     towards     the     outfitted      man. 

              ❝     sir      baneweth!      ❞      she      called     out,        raising      her     free     hand        &         waving     demurely,        cursing     softly     as     she     stepped     on      the     hem     of     her     skirt     now     dipped     in     what    she     hoped      was     only     mud.   ❝       it     is     past     the     hour     we    were    to     meet,     sir        &         i     fear     you     almost     forgot     about      our    ―――    ❞         syllables      cut       short,         hands        dropping        immediately      as      she      crossed      her      back       leg        &         curtsied.        ❝     ;    my       apologies ,      your      highness.           i      thought       you      were       one       of       my      knights       ―――    your      knights.         one       of       you      men ,       uhm.         do      you       know     the     whereabouts     of     sir     baneweth?        he     wrote     to     me     saying     we     were     to     meet    at    this     very      spot     at     least     an     hour     ago.        i      consider      myself       a       very       patient       woman,       usually,        but      if     he      had   l>       no      real      intention      of       meeting       me ,  i      must      consider       the      whole      arrangement      very      troublesome.        a      waste      of      my      parchment         &           time.      ❞

[poisener]

✶   ―――――    plotted starter for  @guiltburys​

                        NEW      GIRL      LOST      AMONGST      THE     SEA      OF     CLASSMATES.        loud      proclamations      of      the      biggest     party      of     the      new      school      year     were      said     in      the      hallways       between          classmates      of      all      grades.                 overhead      whispers      of       what      was      to      happen     at      the      famed      rich     kid’s      house.                             <          𝖎’𝖒      𝖓𝖔𝖙      𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉     𝖙𝖔      𝖇𝖊      𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊     ;          𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑      𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞     𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖎𝖈𝖊 ?      > .            borrowed       her      parent’s      car,           parking     it      streets     away      because      of       the     packed      driveway ,          littered      with      crushed     red     cups      filled     with     strong      liquor ,         groups       of      teenagers      huddled       &          talking      loudly      on      the      lawn.          anxiety      filled      her      chest      as       she      walked      further      into      the      huge      house,           even      more     classmates      she      didn’t      know      huddled       together        &          laughing.                            <        𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲?         𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁      𝗶𝗳      𝗶     𝘀𝗮𝘆      𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴      𝗱𝘂𝗺𝗯?   >          knee      jerk      reaction      to      run      far      away        &        stay       inside       her      room.            HIGH     SCHOOL     WAS     HELL.             familiar      voice      wafting      through      the      house      amid      the      bump      of      speakers.          sigh      upon      her      lips ,         determined     to      approach      the       boy      she      unfortunately       had       been       paired      with      for      their       shared      english         class,          group      of       older      classmates       clustered       by      the      kitchen      counter,         playing      some       game       elle       didn’t      recognize.    

        ❝         hey      uh,       justin!     ❞           timid      voice      lost      in      the      crowd      as      she      pushed      further      into      the      kitchen,         shoulder      to     shoulder     with     the    boy.   ❝      what     are     you     guys      playing?    ❞

[poisener]

waspossessed​:

goodbye–gone-blog​:

if you ever wanna ship with me just come to my ask and be like “listen dick face we bout to fuck shit up with a ship ok.”

[poisener]

aftresources​:

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭  \  sentence starter pack,  i.  feel free to change wording  \  pronouns as you see fit. 

don’t go. 

please, don’t go. 

it hurts. 

this hurts. 

we can’t be friends. 

you shouldn’t be here. 

stay here with me. 

it doesn’t feel like you care. 

i can’t feel your heart. 

i’m so alone. 

i need you here, with me. 

there’s nothing left. 

we’re up in flames, the both of us. 

it all comes crashing down. 

i don’t know what to do. 

you won’t go with me? 

why don’t you stay here? 

i’m going alone.

my heart’s broken. 

they broke your heart. 

where did this come from? 

how did you get this scar? 

who is {name}? 

what are you saying? 

i shouldn’t have come here. 

it’s like we’ve become strangers. 

who hurt you? 

who did this to you? 

please, don’t ignore me.

please, say something. 

is there something i should know?

i’m not leaving you here. 

you can’t do this to me. 

after all that we’ve been through… 

there’s something you need to know. 

[poisener]

  reminder that a lot of the times i won’t be using icons if i can’t be fussed to open up PS and make one ( * i typically make them as i go but considering olivia’s facial expressions in the s*ciety there isn’t a lot of differentiation so even when i make new icons i feel like i keep using the same thing over & over again ).

        also i will be mixing up my formatting a bit.   i’ve been having trouble with trying to incorporate color text when i save my drafts and try to add the color html into the html part of a draft, it ends up all smushed together like <span s insert word i wrote here nsp nsp nbs or whatever the spaces are written as in html & it’s soooo frustrating so i end up not adding my cute pink and coffee color text :/ 

[poisener]

adversitybloomed​:

bangvn​:

important;; don’t be shy if you have a plot idea with me. I’m really open to these big, intricate storylines between our muses that have room to expand the characters and see development. Wanna ship our muses? Hit me up. Think my muse would be a great sibling figure to your character? Tell me. Have a cliche plot that you wanna do? I’m down. Please, I honestly love making these storylines and falling head over heels for a ship or get really emotional over relationships and enjoy how the story & characters progress.

[poisener]

nickolhs​ 

                             〚       fleabag starters.   :   @poisener​​​.       〛

𝘢𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥     𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦     𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘴     𝘺𝘰𝘶,    concern     causing     wrinkles     on     olive     skin     as     you     gaze     down     at     her.        ❛              i’ll…     try     my     best.               ❜        you     promise,     though     you’re     ｎｏｔ     sure     how     realistically     you     will     be     able     to     𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙     𝚒𝚝.        ❛              have     some     faith     in     me,     c’mon.     have     i     ever     disappointed     you?              ❜        you     poke,     a     teasing     arch     of     dark     brows,     telltale     sign     of     hidden     joke.        ❛              i     won’t     embarrass     you,     you     have     my     word.     ——————     okay?     can     you,     please,     relax     now?              ❜ 

        an    unusual     request     for      someone     so      charming ,         the     academy’s       NUMBER      ONE     ENTERTAINER    ,           but     what      normally     drew     other    witches         &          warlocks      together     was     something     that     worried     the     tomkins     clan.         the     undeniable     allure     of     passion      that     inhabited      most     magical     beings     heightened     along     with     the      promise      of      near     immortality      only     for     the     small     price     of     one’s      soul.            ❝       that’s      all     i     ask,      thanks.         ❞       timorous      smile      hid     a     deep     seated       worry      that     her     parents      would      interrogate     the     poor     boy.               the      last     thing      she     wanted      to      do      was      have      nick       be      embarrassed      by      her      parents      distrust     of     their      own       magical      kind.        pale      eyebrows      quirked     upwards,         mouth       twisted       as      a      scoff     escaped     her      lips,        sifting      through     her      memories     playfully     to     recall     such     a      moment.        the      young     witch      couldn’t     possibly      imagine      a       time       when       nick       would       disappoint      her,        even      if     he     joked      about      it      when      elle      didn’t      understand      a      joke      right      away      or      had      to      ask       him      to      quiz      her       in      a      certain      class.      

         as      if      he     could      read      her      thoughts,       elle       blushed,          shaking      her     head      fiercely.        ❝        y-you     couldn’t      embarrass     me ,        i’m      worried      about      my      parents.           they’re…..     not     your      typical      witches.         ❞         hand      outstretched      to      take      his       timidly,         raising       her       chin       and       pressing      it      against      the      crook      of      his    shoulder      as      if     asking      for     forgiveness     for     words      she       regretted.   a       playful      pout      to      berry      stained      lips      as      she      sighed,       ❝        you’re      asking      the     wrong      person      to     relax,        but      sure,         i’ll      try      my     best     .   ❞

[poisener]

  𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐡𝐬​  :    nick scratch 

❤:          〚       elle tomkins.    :    @poisener​.       〛

  i.         ❛               𝘪’𝘮     𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨     𝘵𝘰     𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱     𝘺𝘰𝘶     𝘣𝘶𝘵     𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴     𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵     𝘯𝘰𝘵     𝘩𝘰𝘸     𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤     𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴.     ————————     ‘  tell     you     what,     you     tell     me     ＥＸＡＣＴＬＹ     what     is     your     goal     and     then     i     see     what     𝚒     𝚌𝚊𝚗     𝚍𝚘     to     help     you     achieve     it,     how     does     that     sound?              ❜ 

     ❝          really?        i       thought    𝖇𝖎𝖕𝖕𝖎𝖙𝖞      𝖇𝖔𝖕𝖕𝖎𝖙𝖞      𝖇𝖔𝖔       was      our      calling       card.        ❞  elle        teased       the       other        witch       lightly,          nodding        seriously        after        a         moment        as        he        explained.         ❝         so,       you’re      willing       to      tutor      me     then?             because      i’m      okay      with       certain      incantations       but       there’s    𝕒       𝕝𝕠𝕥       𝕠𝕗      𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕥       𝕥𝕖𝕩𝕥𝕤         i’m      having        trouble        translating.        i          would         google         that         shit        but        i        don’t       think        i’ll         get        any        hits.          the      spell      i      was       looking       for      was       the       one       where        you        can         make        a        person        go       mute.          can         you       𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽       𝗺𝗲     with       that?       ❞

[poisener]

𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 :  charlie 

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞     𝐰𝐚𝐬     𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠     𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞     𝐲𝐨𝐮     𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝     𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞     𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞.

𝙼𝙸𝚂𝙲     𝙰𝙽𝙶𝚂𝚃     𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂     ,     𝘼𝘾𝘾𝙀𝙋𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙂     ,     @poisener

words      register,         but      he      doesn’t      accept      them .           he      wasn’t      overly      close      to      either      of      them,         was      going      through      enough      on      his      own      that      looking      after      others      was      impossible .           but      still,         he      feels      like      he      should’ve      known .           he      should’ve      done      something .           surely      there      had      been      signs,         surely      if      he’d      been      paying      attention      he      could’ve      saved      her      a      lot      of      pain .           but      he      didn’t      know,         or      he      didn’t      care      enough      to      know,         and      now      she      had      to      live      with      all      that      happened .           he’d      never      liked      campbell      much,         but      this      just      makes      rage      burn      in      his      bones,         just      makes      him      want      to      do      something      about      it      now .       ❝        maybe .      ❞       it’s      clear      that      he      doesn’t      believe      it,         clear      that      he’s      desperate      to      be      the      hero .           but      heroics      aren’t      always      possible .           sometimes      people      just      suffer      and      there’s      nothing      he      can      do      to      save      them .       ❝        i      just          [  ……  ]        are      you      okay?      ❞

       𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓      𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄     𝐎𝐅      𝐇𝐄𝐑     𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.          the     four      responses      lodged      deep     in     her     mind,     (       the     faraway     voice     of      her     mother     insisting     she     learn     what    to    do     if     she     found    herself     in    a     ‘predicament’    ).       her     body     only    reacting    to    two     options     :            𝐹𝑅𝐸𝐸𝒵𝐸       &          𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄.          disgusted     with     her    own     response,          the     boiling     blood     of    someone     stronger    𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖘𝖊𝖉      𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍    pale      skin,         [           if     we     were     back     home,      i     would     just     get     back     on     a     train,         a     bus     and        L E A V E .       i      wouldn’t     stay.      i     would     forget      him.   ]            the      physical      remainders     of     words      chosen      not      as     carefully,         of      options      given      only     to      be     sidestepped      and     thrown     back     at     her     with     a     smirk,        of      changing      minds      calculating     every     reaction  :           i      must     appear     nonchalant,       indifferent,     unaware .        isn’t       that      the     mark      of     the     perfect     toy?      𝗯𝗲     𝗼𝗳     𝘂𝘀𝗲    𝗯𝘂𝘁     𝗱𝗼     𝗻𝗼𝘁     𝗰𝗿𝘆    𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲    𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗱.              ❝        it’s      okay,       really.      ❞            words     tumbled     out     of     the     former     ballerina’s      mouth     automatically,       𝓉𝒽𝑒      𝒹𝓊𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹      𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑒      𝑜𝒻      𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒      𝑔𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔     𝓊𝓅      𝑜𝓃     𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒    echoed      in     the     hallway    of     the     eliot     home.   4:57p.m.         he     would     be      home     soon     from     the     council     meetings.        he      had     conveniently     left     her      out     of      this      one   (        possibly     deciding      the      fate     of     allie       &        will?       )        NO ,      HE      HAD      PROMISED      HER.             a     childish      anger     welled      inside      her      chest.             of     all     the     things     campbell      had     promised       her,              of     all     the      tricks      and      precious     words     she      had     spat     against     his     taking     mouth,           this     moment     was    the    one    that     counted.               if     not     for    her    but     for     the    community.          voice     lifted,        not      flat ,        but      determined      as      elle     spoke     slowly.            clear     eyes      searched      her      friend’s      hoping       for      some     recognition.         [           do     you     see     what    he’s    done?         𝚑𝚘𝚠    𝚌𝚊𝚗     𝚢𝚘𝚞    𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢       𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠?       he     hides     it     so     well.    ]      ❝           maybe      if      we      were      back      home      i’d      be      able      to      tell       you       all      about      it      , charlie.        but      i       can’t,         not      right     now.       do     you      understand?     ❞

[poisener]

𝐬𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚​  :   helena 

                    𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨   𝙖𝙣   𝙪𝙣𝙨𝙥𝙤𝙠𝙚𝙣   𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙘𝙚   𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙣   𝙩𝙝𝙚   𝙩𝙬𝙤   𝙤𝙛   𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢.   Helena’s   not   sure   if   it   happened   when   she   had   taken   Elle   under   her   roof   ,   or   when   she   had   left.   Both   were   moments   of   courage   from   either   of   the   girls   ,   and   she   can’t   help   but   feel   sorry   for   the   dancer.   She   didn’t   leave   because   she   wanted   to   ,   she   left   because   she   felt   like   she   had   to.   But   they   could   only   run   so   far   in   a   town   where   everyone   knew   another   one   ,   and   that   was   the   worst   part   of   it.   They   had   grown   up   together   ,   and   yet   here   they   were.   No   one   was   who   the   school   thought   they   were   ,   lives   had   been   lost   ,   and   the   reality   of   it   was   :   they   were   no   longer   in   highschool.   At   this   point   ,   the   only   person   she   could   trust   was   Luke.   Not   because   she   wanted   to   –   but   she   felt   like   she   had   to.  

❝   Even   with   valid   opinions   ,   only   pretty   opinions   make   it   in   politics.   That’s   what   my   mom   used   to   say   about   the   politics   of   the   Church.   ❞   She’s   as   careful   as   the   blonde   ,   making   sure   that   nothing   she   said   directly   tied   back   to   New   Ham.   It’s   not   like   Helena   to   be   afraid.   She   truly   wasn’t   under   Allie’s   rule   ,   but   with   Lexie   and   Harry   ?   They   were   explosive   and   their   targets   were   random.   She   wasn’t   planning   to   be   in   their   range   of   fire   when   they   blew   up.   ❝   In   the   church   ,   any   opinions   were   always   accepted.   With   open   arms   ,   of   course.   But   the   opinions   that   people   really   listened   to   were   from   the   people   who   could   decorate   their   words   ,   make   it   sound   good   ,   didn’t   matter   if   they   were   right   or   wrong.   ❞

There’s   a   knowing   look   she   gives   Elle   before   nodding   with   a   grin.   She   has   her   back   turned   while   she   carefully   stacks   the   lemon   squares   on   a   china   plate.   It   was   the   details   that   she   found   herself   focusing   on   as   of   late.   Trying   to   find   peace   and   structure   in   her   life   when   everything   else   seemed   to   be   a   whirlwind   around   her.   She   stops   for   a   second   ,   fingers   gingerly   holding   the   last   square   when   she   hears   her.   Helena   doesn’t   answer   right   away   ,   and   instead   finishes   her   plating.   When   she   places   the   dessert   in   front   of   Elle   ,   it’s   with   a   smile.   ❝   You   don’t   have   to   thank   me   for   anything.   ❞

She   meant   it.   𝚂𝚑𝚎   𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍   𝚍𝚘   𝚒𝚝   𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗   𝚒𝚏   𝚜𝚑𝚎   𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍.   Campbell   couldn’t   stand   her   now   ,   she   knows   it.   But   he   could   never   confront   her.   It   meant   explaining   why   they   had   any   bad   blood   ,   but   it   still   put   her   on   his   hit   list.   She’d   be   lying   if   she   said   that   didn’t   scare   her   ,   knowing   what   he   was   capable   of   ,   but   she   doesn’t   let   it   show.   ❝   Are   you   (   …   )   ,   ❞   She   chews   on   the   inside   of   her   cheek   as   she   debates   how   to   ask.   Dark   eyes   flicker   to   the   other’s   wrist   ,   just   briefly   ,   but   long   enough   for   her   to   regain   her   composure.   ❝   How   are   you   and   Campbell   doing   ?   ❞   She’s   quick   to   add   to   it   with   a   smile   ,   knowing   there   were   always   ears   around.   ❝   I   mean   with   the   new   ,   I   guess   ,   leadership.   Things   have   changed   a   little   around   here   ,   haven’t   they   ?   ❞

             even      though      the      house      was     crawling     with     others     she      couldn’t      trust,             with       listening       ears      pressed        up      against      walls       waiting       for      the       wrong       thing      to       be       said,               elle        felt      comforted       and        safe       in      the       presence       of      helena.           the       irony      of      that      was     not     lost    on     the     pair.               amusement      bloomed       on      the     ballerina’s      features      at     helena’s     comment.       ❝                 your      mom       sounds       like      a     very      smart     woman.         not       a       lot      of      people     would       call      out      the      hypocrisy       in      the      way       the      church      deals       with      things,   ❞               a      faint     flush     of     regret     balancing     on     tender      cheeks.           had     she     misstepped?         crossed     a      line?         being     raised     in     the     church     herself,          though     perhaps      a       different       denomination      from      helena,         the     sudden     slap     of     guilt      overtook      her.         

              ❝         sorry      i   ------     that’s    good     that    they    accepted    all     the     ideas     with     open      arms.            not     a     lot     of     congregations     are     like     that     or     they     pretend     to     be     like     that     and    go     with     the    people     who     can     speak     prettily,           like      you     mentioned.         i     have     a     feeling     nothing     will     change     on     that     matter     here.       ❞       the     knowing    look     shared     caused     a     genuine    smile     on     elle’s      features     to     rise     before     she     rest     her     hand     against     her     mouth     to     stifle     a      laugh.         domestic     moments     of      friendship      :         tenderly      watching     as     helena     arranged     the     lemon     squares     on     a     patterned     plate,          as     if    they    were     grown    adults     having    friends    over    for      brunch.           an       echo     of     a     time     they     had     imagined     was    in     their     future :       but now?          ❝           still,      i     want     to     show    you     how     grateful     i   am.        to      both     of     you.        but    to    you    especially.      ❞            she     had     heard     from     campbell     about     the     “incident”     with     helena.            more     like     a     brave    attempt     by     helena    to     show     the     boy     that    no     one     was    gonna    put    up    with    his     shit     anymore.           she     was     eternally    grateful    for    the    show    of     solidarity.        

              ❝        am      i?     ❞          pale      brows      furrowed      in       confusion,         mouth       hung      open      as      if       to       answer       questions       helena      had      not     yet     posed.         ❝       ah.         yeah,        we’re        fine.          sometimes        i        think        he’s        a        little       too        hung        up       on       everything,       i       mean     -----           harry        &          lexie        are       the      co   -    mayors :           NOT        HIM.           but      you     wouldn’t      know      that     by    how      he’s      acting.        ❞             she     admitted      carefully.      even     if      campbell       were      to      overhear        elle,            he     most     likely     would      agree     with     her,           his     pride      not      allowing      him      to      let     others      take      the     credit.      

               ❝            things      have      definitely      changed,         yeah.        maybe      for     the      better?        two       heads,       well       three,        are      always     better      than     one,      right?           almost      like     a     cerberus     of     new     ham  (       harry,        lexie         &          campbell     ).           he       promised      me     that     i     could     sit     in      on     a     few     of     their     council       meetings,            maybe      i’ll      be      the      town     secretary       taking notes.         ❞               pointedly        bringing       up        that        she        might       be        in        charge        of        allie        and        will’s        fate,               showing        another       knowing        look        before          she         picked          at       the         edges        of         the        sticky        lemon      squares.         ❝          with        luke       being      in      the      guard,         well ,         whatever they’re       calling      themselves      now……       would      you      ever      consider      being      on      the     council?            you’d     make     a    great      press     secretary.      ❞ 

[poisener]

persephonememes​:

* (  REIGN /  SENTENCE PROMPTS. 

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ How many people have you killed? ❜

❛ History is a strong word. It was more of a… dalliance. ❜

❛ Have you ever wanted something so much that the fear of not getting it makes you wonder if you ever should have wanted it at all? ❜

❛ I don’t want to live without you and after this I won’t have to.  ❜

❛ No one will ever keep us apart again. ❜

❛ Men in general like to win. ❜

❛ Well, your taste in men always did leave something to be desired. ❜

❛ In the darkest of times you were my conscience. ❜

❛ The more we try to help each other, the more harm we do. ❜

❛ I lose everyone I love. ❜

❛ What odd turns our lives have taken. ❜

❛ I don’t give my heart or give up easily. ❜

❛ You have to admit, your fate does have a sense of humor. ❜

❛ I need to forget a ridiculous, childish idea that I could love someone, they could love me, and nothing else mattered. ❜

❛ There is always risk. At least when you love someone it’s worth taking. ❜

❛ I never said I was a good man, but one can receive good advice from a bad person.❜

❛ Love is never simple. Not that I’m any expert. ❜

❛ Are you wearing mink-lined boots? ❜

❛ Well if I have to run I want to look good doing it. ❜

❛ We were supposed to dance under the stars. ❜

❛ Maybe there is no magic but what we make for ourselves. ❜

❛ If the price is my life, I will give it. ❜

❛ I can’t bear to think about a future anymore, not without you. ❜

❛ What good is right or wrong if you’re dead? ❜

❛ Men don’t like taking orders from women. ❜

❛ And real love never fades, not truly. ❜

❛ Just know whatever happens, this is not the end I dreamed for us. ❜

❛ Do not test my power and do not tempt my fury. ❜

❛ If I’m as responsible as you say, I will never forgive myself. ❜

❛ I will spill blood to defend what’s mine. ❜

❛ Men forget, that woman have ears. ❜

❛ Duels only lead to dead men, not respect. ❜

❛ I am trying to be better! ❜

❛ You’re a monster. ❜

❛ You are a necessary evil whose orbit I can’t seem to escape. ❜

❛ I opened my heart to a liar. ❜

[poisener]

Plus side of shipping with me: i will always be here to scream ideas and headcanons at and i will be screaming more along with you.

Downside of shipping with me: you will eventually come to the conclusion that i am satan.

[poisener]

iftye​:

me talking in the tags on tumblr dot com