𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 .

𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷 𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙴𝚁.

[shewoe]

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋      . . . .        this is a semi - private blog for      AMARA PETROVA      ;         based off a blend of the       CW’S THE VAMPIRE DIARIES       and       L.J. SMITH’S        novels         .         canon divergent and low in activity        .        established in 2013         .       mun is twenty - five      .        𝐏𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍        .         penned by jo           .

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐄        ;             𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑     /          @gunmade      .                             𝐋𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊      /       @irnmaw     .                  𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐘𝐌𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈      /     @sunwilts​       .

[soulrph]

random dramatic prompts.

what are these? idk. i distinctly remember writing them in a sleep-deprived daze after i binged four episodes of shad/ow and b/one. lowkey inspired, but not necessarily derived from the series. just following the same intense vibe, if you know what i mean. anyway, bon appetit!

" i need to know what happened. "

" something is clearly bothering you. "

" what am i to you? "

" what are you? "

" i can protect you. "

" you have no idea what you've unleashed. "

" how far would you go to protect the ones you love? "

" this is so much bigger than you realize. "

" stop lying to me! "

" i'd follow you to the ends of the universe. "

" people have died! doesn't that bother you?! "

" home isn't a place. it's you. it's always been you. "

" i don't know how you do this every day... "

" you can talk to me. "

" there's so much you don't know. "

" do you have any idea what you're capable of? "

" i can't let you do this. "

" how do you expect to stop me? "

" oh, darling... don't cry. there was nothing you could've done to prevent this... "

" we're going to change the world, you and i. "

" separate, we're powerful, but together... together we're unstoppable. "

" it's too late. this can't be undone. "

" i would give my life to keep you safe. "

" you're/i'm the only one who can stop this. "

" what have you done?! "

" it's not possible. "

" we can't run from this forever. "

" you're not alone. never have been, never will be. "

" we need a plan. "

" i need you. "

" there's nothing in this world that can keep us apart. "

" there's nowhere else we can run! nowhere else to hide! "

" how could you do this?! "

" i trusted you! "

" was it you? did you do all this? "

" i see a great power in you. but will it save us? or destroy us? "

" you lied to me! "

" we can't fix this. can we? "

" there has to be a way we can stop this! "

[shewoe]

*             brilliantcrafty         ›            𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐒         .

there’s a shift, blatant and so obvious yet he searches for her eyes.  anything that gives a sign that it’s all in his mind.  but there’s nothing.  despite the noise of the students and faculty that surrounds them,  there’s a ringing in silas’ ears, a high pitched, deafening sound.  every dream of a reunion in the afterlife,  in any life,  crushed with less than four words.  eyes widen, lips fall open briefly but expression changes instantly.  pride overtakes him.  devours him.  heartbreak is merely an illusion created by the mind.  ❝ well, ❞  lips twist into a forced smile, ❝ as long as you’re happy. ❞ emerald hues focus on the pool of coffee spilled on the floor,  ❝ no. nothing at all. ❞  head shakes slowly, eyes harden slightly as he swallows thickly.  after the witch rises and stands up straight,  he looks to her and says  ❝ just do me a solid and congratulate the lucky bastard for me. ❞

𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐀 𝐏𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 '𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃            beneath their feet and be heard in echoes throughout the town       ---      almost as if time stilled itself for this moment only      .       the silence spoke of words unsaid     ,      and the words that had been said spoke of a heartbreak she could not mend nor tend to     .            “         silas     ,     please      ---        “           she breathes his name     ,      heart aching and leaden against her breastbone     ,      but is left inable to do much more than straighten her posture and bite back the apologies that threaten to spew out from her rose - tinted brims     .      words held little weight now     .                 “           i never meant to hurt you      .....      and if i had known       ......        “             she stops herself      ,     𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 '𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄      ,       and swallows them down with a bitter laugh     .        what ifs are what isn’t      ,       and what could be’s is not what would be      .      she had to accept such or she’d drown     .               “              it doesn’t matter now     ,      does it      ?        what’s done is done and i hope ..... i hope one day we can be at least friends       .        we can’t really avoid one another here      ,       can we      ?         “           she was drowning      ,      regardless      . 

[shewoe]

 ​*            mccullugh​         ›            𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄         .​

@shewoe​​    [     𝙰𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙰   𝙿𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚅𝙰     ]     said     :     stand     up     !

          she     was     tired.     witnessing     death     over     and     over     again,     like     a     never     ending     movie     playing     on     the     screen     –     but     on     the     contrary     to     the     movie     having     actors,     she     witnessed     REAL     DEATH,     REAL     PEOPLE     PASSING     ON.     magic     circled     through     her     veins,     tingled     within     her     fingertips     :     wanting     to     be     set     free.     but     magic     came     with     a     price     and     bonnie     was     drawn     to     the     darkness     each     time.     a     petite     frame     had     fallen     to     her     knees,     tears     running     down     her     poetic     features     –     a     familiar     voice     echoing     in     the     back.     IT     WAS     AS     IF     TIME     HAD     STOPPED,     a     slow     motion     voice     bouncing     within     her     ear     drums.     deep     breath,     bonnie     mccullough     –     and     she     was     forced     onto     her     feet.     "     don’t     make     me     do     this,     please     !     just     …     LET     ME     GO.     "

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑         and that mirror was none other than the poor soul before her      .      empires could rise and fall at her feet     ,      and she would feel every pillar ‘pon her shoulders     .       amara knew this suffering      ---      this burden all too well     .       words would not soothe the flesh stripped raw     ,      or the heart that grew weary and worn at the edges     .       no      ,     words would do very little to quiet the unrelenting war inside of her      ---      but a friend of a shared kinship      ......     it had to be of some relief     ,     surely    .            “           that isn’t how this works    ,      bonnie      .....             “             hands retreat     ,       palms up and digits lowered    ,      in an attempt to be kind in a moment of darkness      .       gracious     .            “        you can’t run from them     ---     from this     ,        they will always be there waiting      .        this is your life now      ,       bonnie      ......       i’m sorry     .             “           𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄     ,       sweetening little of what lain ahead for the witch      .       she smiles     ,      somber in nature      ,       and hopes this will not be her eternity    .       the witch didn’t deserve it      . 

[shewoe]

ARC      :      𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 

[shewoe]

“          𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔            ,          “            blood rivered down in a thick stream from the wound at the crown of her head      ,      staining flesh and matting long tresses in crimson     .      the pulse that thrummed agonizingly at the forefront of her cranium but a mere afterthought      ;      paling vastly in comparison to what she had endured before     .        suffering was a long lost lover of hers and she welcomed them with a tender embrace      .             “           ----     but i suppose i wasn’t the only one being foolish      ,       was i    ?                “          the sneer that edged at the corners of her brims sharpened with each word that fell from them     ,       𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄     ,        seeping venom from gum to tooth     .      she was a docile creature...... when left unprovoked      . 

@niiklausx​        asked         :           “ is there anything real about you? “

[shewoe]

​*              @episkqy​​         ›            𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎         .

🇦​🇱​🇪​🇨​🇹​🇴​ 🇦​🇳​🇩​ 🇦​🇲​🇦​🇷​🇦​ 🇬​🇪​🇹​ 🇸​🇹​🇺​🇨​🇰​ 🇮​🇳​ 🇦​🇳​ 🇪​🇱​🇪​🇻​🇦​🇹​🇴​🇷​ 🇹​🇴​🇬​🇪​🇹​🇭​🇪​🇷​ .

𝐌𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐒        𝐀𝐍𝐃        𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑        𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋        𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒        .    Something    Alecto    can’t    stand    at    all.    Even    though    ,    she    had    to    go    unnoticed    and    not    mess    around    like    she    did    in    the    wizarding    world    ,    she    couldn’t    help    but    think    Muggles    weren’t    good    at    such    things    .    The    food    was    not    bad    but        cellphones    ,    computers    and    elevators    ,    it    wasn’t    their    forte    .    Being    stuck    in    one    right    now    didn’t    help    her    want    to    use    magic    .    The    only    thing    that    stopped    her    was    this    woman    who    was    just    staring    back    at    her    .    A    questioning    look    on    her    face    ,    arms    crossed    against    her    chest    while    she    stop    signing    ,    she    said    ,    a    questioning    tone    in    her    voice    .    “    Do    you    happen    to    know    what    to    do    when    people    find    themselves    stuck    here    ?    ”

@shewoe​​   🇱​🇮​🇰​🇪​🇩​  🇫​🇴​🇷​  🇦​  🇸​🇹​🇦​🇷​🇹​🇪​🇷​  .

𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐃         on her equally bemused companion    ,     their flame - kissed tresses bringing forth a sore recollection of trembling blood stained hands and the fading of hope wailing from splintered brims in the thick of night     .      memories long best forgotten    ,    she surmises    .              “        hmm      ?        “            she jerks to a start     ,        time winding forward once more to the present      ,      reminding her of the situation at hand       .              “           ---     oh      ,        the elevator    !        well     ,      we cannot do much more than sit here and wait until someone arrives to help    ,     unfortunately     .           “             her half - hearted attempts to be reassuring falling false on her own ears     ,       𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒     .      even if she was to be enclosed without an escape in a room akin to a box      .         akin to a crate...... akin to a prison        .         she had to keep steady     .       always       .           “         did you have somewhere you needed to be     ?          “

[shewoe]

​*              brilliantcrafty​         ›            𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐒         .

cross emotions well up within, it was a cruel world and in a way, silas felt the slightest peace in believing amara wasn’t partaking in it’s madness. despite his horrid and catastrophic actions, she was a glimmer of light that lived on in the depth of his heart. a spark that lit a black, calcified rotted organ. state of shock remains present as he shuffles to kneel and help pick the pieces of clay up. hand hovers over the fragments they assemble and restore the cup to it’s previous state. except for the pieces in the brunette’s hand, it’s small detail captures his attention. invitation for coffee is evaded. he reaches for her left hand, holds it gently in his own and brushes a thumb along the diamond ring around her finger. ❝ what’s this? ❞

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐎 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆         been long left dormant ‘neath her flesh     ;     stirring a yearning time could not dim from body nor mind    .     she had longed for it to be otherwise     ,      had hoped she would not be betrayed once more by a heart that seemingly learns no lesson     .      wishful thinking     ,     she supposes now    ,     for her heart has always been her guide     .      her light in a dark oasis    .          “      thank you    ,      “       she murmurs     ,     gaze fixed upon the clay mug made anew     ,       attempting to suppress a shiver lengthening from the tips of her toes to the top of her spine as his hand reaches for hers      .      they were as remembered to be     ,       firm but mindful in nature     .      kind     ,     even    .      𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐓     .      loathed the strands of time for it     .     perhaps     ,      more so in that moment than in any before as he inquired about the jewel lain upon her left hand      .        chipped mug and spilled coffee long since forgotten      .          “        i’m…..     ”            she fumbles      ,      words lost ‘pon her tongue and dread pooling in her belly     ,     but she makes do    .      she carries forward….. as she always had and forever shall    .           “           i’m married    ,     silas      —     happily so     ,      and this….. this isn’t how a married woman should be acting in regards to their former lover        .        “          the hand in his slips away     ,      reluctant     ,       𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐘      .          “           so    ,     um    ,      was there something you needed    ?            “

[lifeinpoetry]

To mourn is to be alive.

— Roland Barthes, from The Neutral, as quoted in Kate Zambreno’s Appendix Project (via lifeinpoetry)

[shewoe]

*               brilliantcrafty          ›            𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐒         .​

clay shatters and captures his attention. emerald gaze lifts from the spilled coffee on the floor, to meet brown eyes. just for a second, he believes she’s elena, the carbon copy that remains alive but it so suddenly dawns on him that he’s mistaken. they both stand in their stupor, it’s been years — decades since they have last saw one another. he, dragged to hell and once it collapsed, sent to a dark abyss with only his thoughts to keep him company. ❝ it’s a long story. ❞ he offers a grin, brushes off his enthralling journey in the afterlife. ❝ how are you here? i thought — i thought you were dead. ❞

𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐒    ,     echoing disbelief both in sound and in her pinched features    .          “           unfortunate for us to assume such in the world we live in      ,        i suppose     .           “          dark hues fix heed to the mess at her feet      ,       digits itching to rid the floors of it      ,       but is halted by an idle thought passing through about the irony of what laid before her       ;       about the metaphor it could be recreated into      .       splintered clay    .     they were always but splintered clay     ,      weren’t they    ?     so fragile    .      always so fragile    .....   𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐄     .      breakable     .            “         i..... i have an even longer story     ,      one that might need a bit more time to be explained than we have at the moment     ,      but perhaps over coffee      ?             “         she suggests     ,     once bearings are gathered and the fog lifts from her mind       .            “          tomorrow     ,      if you have time     ?            “          a simper edges at the corners of her brims       ,       polite in nature dispite itself      ,        and she begins to lean down to finally pluck away at the pieces of splintered clay     ;     heedless of how it put the diamond band sitting on her left hand on array      . 

[shewoe]

“        𝐇𝐎𝐖 ---      “        the clay mug loose ‘tween her palms slips from her grasp      ,      graceless in its fall onto the wooden flooring beneath their feet      .     the rich aroma of a dark roast thickens in the room as clay splinters in halves     ,      and the liquid pools and splatters itself beneath her heel     .    the singe of heat causes her to wince    ,    𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐅 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓      ,    distracts her from the situation at hand      .      “     how are you.... here    ?     “     she speaks slowly     ,      hesitantly    ,     in fear of what she is seeing being naught more than a trick of the eyes     .     again     .      𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍     .       ///           *            @brilliantcrafty​                     ›          RANDOM       .

[shewoe]

*               roseguided          ›             𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄         .​

          𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐎𝐏 𝐔𝐏?  𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒?   arms cross over chest , eyes narrowing as human eyes the other double across from her.  shoulders tense as a breath is pushed past her lips ,  feet bringing her a step or two closer.    ❝  so , how many more of my face are there running around or magically sealed somewhere , huh?  ❞   asked in a very   𝙸𝚁𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙳    tone , brow quirking upward as she awaits the others answer.  this double must’ve been the first , the one that silas was obsessed && in love with.     ;      do amara’s feelings still hold true even now , some two thousand years later in modern era?  it’s yet to be seen , but katherine will take  great amusement  in watching it all unfold.   however , she needs to keep herself out of the shit show if she wants to keep her life . . god , being   𝖍𝖚𝖒𝖆𝖓    sucked !      ❝  it seems to be endless these days , ❞   head turns && eyes cut over to precious elena ,   ❝  though , i’m sure no one wears this face better than me.  not even the original.  ❞  / @shewoe​   liked  this   for a small starter !

“           𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐍        ?               “                  an eyebrow perches itself high on her brow - bone at the given response     .    how curious human nature can be    ,    claiming a mold to be one’s own when created by another    .    how outlandish must you be to do such a thing   ?               “            i am not a traveler     ,       nor am i to be qetsiyah      ,      so you will not find the answers you seek with me      .            “          dark hues glit with mild vexation but timbre echoed not an inkling of such     .     the other seemed eager to flame a fire that needed no life breathed into it    ,    and amara had no desire to be a pyre for anyone for any longer     .       𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑      .              “          was there anything else you wished to speak about whilst we are in wait      ?         “              the words that fell off her lips    ,    in the form of an inquire    ,      were not more than a false pleasantry to temporarily fill the chaos in her head      .      she cared not of what the woman had to say     ,     whether it be of her own withering vanity or her seeming need to proclaim herself as higher power     ,      amara was just awaiting her end     .    from this world     ,        and the next world     ,      and the world between    .    peace    .     𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄     .  

[lovesvampire]

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE QUOTES ASK MEMES !

“ i’ve never seen anything like you. “

“ move or you will be moved. “

“ hey, sailor. “

“ is there anything real about you? “

“ nevermind i take it back. “

“ i hate you. “

“ fine! do you want me to drive? “

“ man, shut the hell up. “

“ there’s nothing more horrifying than a miracle. “

“ i’m with you till the end of the line. “

“ you are a hard person to get a hold of. “

“ there’s worse ways to go. “

“ got anything for me? “

“ please, stay. “

“ it’s not your fault. “

“ didn’t see that one coming? “

“ don’t do anything stupid till i get back. “

“ is it me you see? “

“ i adore you. “

“ we don’t want to kill you, but we will. “

“ let’s kick his ass. “

“ i had no idea if that was going to work. “

“ still think you’re the only monster? “

“ i’m not going to fight you. “

“ i’m always picking up after you. “

“ hands off. “

“ he was very hot. “

“ you’re all not worthy. “

“ maybe if you were more attractive it’d be less disturbing. “

“ hey what’s up everybody! “

“ c’mon use your words! “

“ i don’t even know who you are. “

“ what? no smile? “

“ you’re not going to stop. “

“ did i step on your moment? “

“ hows my hair? “

“ no, i didn’t. but i enjoyed it “

“ in my own defense that was last week. “

“ you look taller. “

“ i get in trouble a lot. “

“ it’s a big bunny relax about it! “

“ i’m going to pretend you didn’t say that. “

“ i said kneel! “

“ that tie looks real expensive. “

“ abort mission! “

“ i understood that reference. “

“ did you just nod off? “

“ that wasn’t so bad. “

“ i can’t see into the future i’m not a witch. “

“ all yours. “

“ kind of done with you telling me what to do. “

“ i can get by on my own. “

“ i’m going to miss these little talks of ours. “

“ don’t worry (pronoun)’s got help. “

“ yes, i think it works. “

“ then he stabbed me. “

“ (pronoun) made a different call. “

“ that’s not up to you. “

“ higher further faster baby. “

“ i’m turning into you. it’s a horrible dream. “

“ destiny arrives all the same. “

“ what makes you happy? “

“ you don’t want any part of this. “

“ do you even speak latin? “

“ i guess you go through me. “

“ anyone else? “

“ you and i remember budapest very differently! “

“ looks like you’re giving the orders now. “

“ piss off ghost! “

“ i know my worth. “

“ (pronoun)’s not alone. “

“ varies from moment to moment. “

“ surprise! “

“ i don’t see how that’s a party. “

“ if only (pronoun/name) could see you now. “

“ i thought you were dead. “

“ i retire for what? five minutes and everything goes to shit? “

“ and in return i’m going to let you keep your hand. “

“ you weren’t there. “

“ i like her. “

“ who the hell is ___? “

“ i don’t know if i’m worth all this. “

“ i need the other guy. “

“ i was attacked! “

“ compromise where you can, but where you can’t, don’t. “

“ i don’t feel so good. “

“ that’s not what everyone else sees. “

“ but i knew (pronoun)  “

“ believe it or not, it’s hard to find someone with shared life experience. “

“ do not touch me again. “

“ before you didn’t have me. “

“ i didn’t want you to be alone. “

“ i’m always angry. “

“ okay… that one’s on me. “

“ i’m not asking for permission. “

“ you still owe me a dance. “

“ none of this makes sense!” 

“ don’t take my stuff. “

“ if you stay here you’ll die. “

[shewoe]

ARC      :      𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍

[midsommars-deactivated20201109]

You (2018—) Created by Greg Berlanti and Sera Gamble

[windflowerfairy]

by Emily Dickinson

[shewoe]

*                vikteres            ›             𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍         .

haunted    pasts   swarm   mind,           crowding    whisper’s    of    entombed    dead  :       𝚂𝙷𝙴    𝙸𝚂    𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝙳    𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷     𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙼𝚈    𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳!                  [      thump    ]      —————–       [      thump    ]     —————–         [      thump    ]       —————–             steady      heart      beat,           palm     aches     to    shove    it’s    way   beneath    flesh,          coil    finger’s    around   it’s   beats,             ｒｉｐ    it    from   her.         𝐭𝐡𝐞     𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞    𝐨𝐟     𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭      &      𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞,            war     within.             

          ❝           perhaps      you        would       like        to        elaborate       𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡    𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬     .  .  .               seeing      as     you’ve     took      it     upon      yourself      to      share     the     sentiment.          ❞ 

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒            .                hollowly              .              the sound rips through her vocal cords               ,                 saturating them in acid that burns far worse than the wails that bay to the moon night after night                .                  yet the upturn of her brims                ,                blood - bloomed and splintered              ,                   was saccharine in mannerism                .                a sorrow of an act               .              “                    would you truly care if i shared my troubles or not              ?                  “                   fingertips patter against a chilled glass            -             brimmed to the rim of medicine she still could not find a cure in              .                “             especially at this hour                  ?                 “                   𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒            -            the witching hours             .