𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼 !

i prefer my dreams of you, to anything you’d ever do ; so please don’t play, or talk, or move before i have the chance to abuse you. i play caliban in bed, turn my mind out, bang my head so i forget what you said ; that i’ll wind up dead before i bruise you. i’m beating up myself. woe is me !

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

There’s a dark place in me,

Margaret Atwood, from “The Year of the Flood,” published c. 2009 (via malglories)

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how do you unwind? what's one thing that always puts you in a better mood?

the art of self care ; a guide by lexi o’brien

                   sinks into a cradle of vanilla scented bubbles, a sugar rush that delicately petals over her skin, warmth encompassing each of her lithe limbs. countenance is streaked with a mask of oats & banana, caressing her cheekbones with a multitude of soft kisses. she’ll stay within the safety of the ceramic tub until her fingers begin to prune, rubbery porcelain that feels unusual to the touch. it’s here she feels most calm, most comfortable, hidden beneath a mountain of foamy bath water, almost as though if she leans back far enough, she’ll transport into a different dimension, far far away from the malevolence waiting outside the bathroom door. 

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Ask me about my demons.

lilith: what was your biggest rebellion against authority? why did you do it? raum: do you have a tendency to hoard anything? if so, what? jezebel: talk about a time you used your sexuality to get your way mephistopheles: have you ever helped  a loved one destroy themselves? verrier: do you find yourself disobeying or obeying most authority? asmodeus: on whom do you want revenge and how would you take it? baal: if you were a god, how would you prefer to be worshipped? lamia: how do you feel about children? lucifer: what are you most proud of? sonneillon: do you hate anyone? batibat: talk about the worst nightmare you have ever had abaddon: what person, place, or thing have you most wanted to destroy? belias: do you gossip? abraxas: do you believe in any higher power? if so, what? ornias: talk about a time where you felt drained of energy lix tetrax: if you could travel by wind, where would you go? astaroth: have you ever falsely accused someone? carreau: do you consider yourself compassionate or harsh to others? why? leviathan: what do you believe lies in the unexplored areas of the ocean? belphigor: if you could pick 3 forms to shapeshift into, what would they be? azazel: talk about a time when you were falsely blamed for something mammon: when were you most greedy? for what? verrith: are you a patient or impatient person? pythius: out of all the lies you have ever told, which is your favorite? berith: do you often argue with others?

[archivesdiveronaevents]

Shakespearean Character Ask Meme

ANTONY: What bad habits do you need to break? BEATRICE: What is the achievement you’re most proud of? BENVOLIO: What comes to mind when you think of peace? BIANCA: What do you want most in life? CELIA: Do you want to fall in love? CIRCE: Would you rather be loved or feared? CLAUDIUS: What is the worst thing you’ve ever done? CORDELIA: Do you consider yourself a good person? CRESSIDA: What makes you feel trapped? DESDEMONA: Do you believe that the truth will set you free? EDGAR: Do you want to make your family proud? EDMUND: Do you ever wish you’d been born someone else? If so, who? GERTRUDE: Would you (or have you) ever cheated on a significant other? HAMLET: Do you prefer to think things through thoroughly or act on impulse? HECATE: Do you consider yourself an introvert or an extrovert? HELENUS: Do you believe in God? HIPPOLYTA: What is your biggest regret? HORATIO: Who do you love most? JULIET: What is your favorite luxury? LADY MACBETH: What is your favorite thing about yourself? MACBETH: Have you ever killed anyone? Would you? MALCOLM: What does honor mean to you? MEDEA: Do you have any quirks? MERCUTIO: Is there anyone you would die for? MIRANDA: Is happiness a choice? OBERON: Does reputation matter to you? OPHELIA: Is there anything you regret not doing? ORSINO: If you could have any material thing in the world, what would it be? PARIS: If you had the chance to rule the world, would you? PORTIA: When did you lose your innocence? PUCK: Do you consider yourself a mischievous person?  ROMEO: How far would you go for love? ROSALIND: What does your ideal day entail? ROSALINE: Which people from your past haunt you? SEBASTIAN: Is violence ever the answer? TITANIA: Do you believe in magic? TYBALT: If you could kill one person without consequences, who would it be? VIOLA: How skilled of a liar are you? VOLUMNIA: Describe the biggest sacrifice you’ve made.

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SHAKESPEARE-THEMED DRABBLES

O Romeo: I will write my character missing/looking for yours.

O Juliet: I will write about my character’s feelings for yours.

O Macbeth: I will write about how my character kills yours.

O Hero: I will write about my character mourning yours.

O Puck: I will write about my character pranking yours.

O Titania: I will write about our characters sharing a night in bed or sharing a kiss.

O Oberon: I’ll write about my character getting angry at yours over something they did.

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*  ◞  honesty day  !

[thebookmarkedone]

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thebookmarkedone​:

Gravel to Tempo // Hayley Kiyoko

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time ; after the Incident™ location ; idfk inside the castle somewhere ?  written for ; @knightmathias​

                       perhaps she shouldn’t act so concerned ( she’s never been a very good actress, after all ) -- doesn’t want to give away her part in all of this, especially not by caring too much. if there’s a single strand of guilt still sewn into her mind, it’s only because of mathias. lexie had never understood his affinity toward orson. she had been jealous of their relationship, of their seemingly unbreakable bond & how easily it all came to mathias, all laughter & smiles whilst she sulked in the background --- he was golden even away from stage lights. she’d always wondered why mathias had never stood up for her, listened to orson’s pitiful taunts with a passive ear, leaving lexie cold as stone in the corner. & yet, she can only imagine the affect the death had on the boy, & the thought of her causing him any more pain makes her sick to her stomach. 

still, she’ll approach with purpose, quiet steps that fall in time to the steady beat of her heart. inside, she’s slightly shaken by it all, by the cruel shouts of murderer! & the detectives lurking in the corners; but for now, she’ll appear poised, elegant, the picture of perfection. 

“ hey --- that was pretty crazy. how are you holding up ? ”

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*  ◞  zahra malik  !

LOCATION: outside the castle TIME: after the incident AVAILABILITY: open to all

What the fuck was that? Zahra thought as she lit her cigarette, sparking a warm glow against the cold winter night. There were theatrics, and then there was the clusterfuck that prevented Juliet from dying properly. “Glad to see you made it out of that shitshow alive,” she said to her fellow murderer through a cloud of smoke.

             she had escaped alongside the throng of other fourth year students, head bent downwards to avoid the too eager glares of the crowd surrounding them. she’s not used to such attention, used to being shrouded with invisibility the second she steps within the alderidge walls. finally allows herself to breathe until her breaths are interrupted by an inward groan, expression curling into one of exasperation at the sound of zahra’s voice. “ are you though ? are you really ? ”

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*  ◞  harry zhang  !

she realizes after a moment that lexie must be joking, but panic flashes through harry all the same at the mention of the policeman and she shoots a quick glance over her shoulder. but harry’s not one to let herself slip up; she regains composure, and quickly. “god, i don’t even want to consider chasing that thread,” harry wrinkles her nose. “much better to just keep pretending they’re not here, i think. but i’ll tell you what– i’ve got something better than spiked punch.” a mischievous look crosses harry’s face; she wasn’t going to show anyone this, and she certainly didn’t plan on bringing it out in the middle of the dance floor, but honestly, she’d grown rather tired of concerning herself with rules. harry reaches into the pocket of her dress and slips out a still-full metal flask, discreetly shaking the contents back and forth to catch lexie’s attention. “how’s this?” she raises an eyebrow.

                              “ it’s hard to forget they’re here. it’s too much masculine energy in one room -- it’s making me uncomfortable. the smell of axe deodorant is so potent. ” facial expression dissolves into one of disgust, features creased in an exaggerated revulsion. perhaps she’s not as stressed as she should be; after all, she did leave orson for dead, scoffed at his pained groans, at the blood dribbling from his forehead -- saw a life without his dictations and grabbed it with two open palms. “ you’re a girl after my own heart, harry zhang,” plucking the flask from her fingertips & taking a long sip, liquid stinging as it slides down her throat like sticky poison. “ let’s hope i can still remember my lines -- not like i’ve got many. i’m convinced he’s still pulling strings from beyond the grave. typical. ”

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*  ◞  jonah pryce !

DATE & TIME: Before the performance LOCATION: Outside the doors of the Refectory AVAILABILITY: Taken @stctues·

The problem with his outfit was there were no places to put things. The deep v of his flowing white shirt, the wide, billowing sleeves, the loose slacks with unreliable pockets – he had to bring individual cigarettes rather than a pack because the pack wouldn’t fit with his phone and his keys and his wallet, so now, he had to settle on a crushed, pathetic little smoke, limp and falling apart as he tried to light it. “Fucking hell,” he swore under his breath, trying again, as he heard the footsteps of someone approaching behind him.

One glance over his shoulder, and he felt himself relax, but only slightly. Lexie was a bearable, if not welcome, presence most of the time. However, tonight, he didn’t trust himself around anyone, least of all someone as discerning as the blonde. “You look great,” he said, gesturing at her dress. “Hair gives you away, though. So your mask’s kind of useless.” The small talk was forced, and with someone lesser, he may have tried to get out of it all together, but she was too smart for that. No, it seemed Jonah’s only option was feigning normalcy until Lexie got bored of him and moved on. He could do this. He had to do this.

Finally, managing to get the light of his cigarette to stick, he took a long, heady inhale, relishing the burn that was left in his lungs. “Want some?” he said, politely offering her a drag. Because what else was he supposed to do? “Weird night…”

                         there’s only so many minutes she can spend lounging against the wall, a monument of beauty nursing a beverage she had topped with alcohol in the bathroom. events like these are hardly within the narrow stretch of her comfort zone, adores the glitz & glamour, the terrifying opulence, but would rather enjoy it without the watchful gazes of the student body & a dozen policemen. decides to take a moment to relocate within the grasp of cold winter air, wraps fur closer around her shoulders as she steps outside, immediately met by a familiar face.

“ unfortunately, jonah, i left my gimp mask at the cleaners over christmas break, so i had no option but to have my hair on show. i mean, if we’re being HONEST, i don’t think anyone’s masks are doing a good job at hiding their identity. we’d all make terrible vigilantes. ” speaks candidly with the boy whom once upon a time she hated ( or at least, had pretended to. ) presently, she’s not entirely sure if they’re friends, but his company is easily welcomed more than others. “ the cinderella story dream is dead, to say the least. how can i make out with a hot stranger if i already know who everybody is ? ”

she’ll eye his destroyed cigarette with a sympathetic tilt of her head, bashed & bruised as though it had lost a fight against jonah’s agile fingers. “ i’m good, thanks. although now i feel like i should offer you a cigarette that doesn’t look as though it’s fought in world war three. i’ve got some in my purse if you want one that’s actually in one piece ? ”

[pathologising]

whatever *unleashes all the animalistic rage trapped inside me*

[heavenhillgirl]

Normal People

[the-empty-quill]

You can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly.

Unknown (via the-empty-quill)

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*  ◞  mads le  !

when: before the final act where: backstage who: @stctues​

Mads wondered what would’ve happened had Orson survived, who else would’ve been cut, what did he have on all of them? But, he wasn’t here, and she still was. That had to account for something, she figured. It didn’t calm her nerves to perform, it didn’t feel like normal with the detectives lurking the ball. She wanted this to be over already.

Instead, she finds Lexie, and a smile etches her lips. “Hey,” she greets and sits besides her with a nod. “I love your mask.” She remembers the night they shared, a mess in the bathroom while wine drunk and giggling over newfound understanding. So she hands her the glass of water she had with her. “Maybe we should just change the ending and have Capulet and Lady Montague run off.” She grins impishly, shrugging as she did. 

                                  it sits in the back of her mind, the image of orson’s body crumpled on the ground, a crimson smear that lingers in her head, haunting her dreams & teasing her nightmares. it’s not so much out of guilt as it is fear -- doesn’t regret walking away, but with the sudden appearance of the police, she worries about the consequences of doing so. chooses not to dwell too much; after all, she’s hopeful nothing will transpire from their decision, as long as both herself and jason can keep their lips firmly shut. 

snapped from her reverie as mads approaches, chaos in all its 5 ft 3 glory. “ thanks -- i’m kind of mad about it, actually. i got carried away & did a killer eye look, and now nobody can see it. ” lips blossom into a pout, the only visible feature left on her face. despite the unfortunate death of orson, that night had provided good memories too, a friendship blooming through a haze of red wine & bad intentions. “ no offence to shakespeare, but i think that’s a much better ending. i mean, who really cares about romeo & juliet anymore ? it’s overdone. you know where the real romance is ? that’s between capulet and lady montague. it’s spicy, it’s different, it’s what the crowd wants ! ”

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*  ◞  harry zhang  !

the winter masque / open starter !

“hey, come dance with me,” harry commands genially, pulling her chosen partner off the wall and into the throng of waltzing couples. she hasn’t gotten a chance to catch up with many of her peers, having just moved back into her room at the castle earlier today. she only hopes they’re alright, and that tonight’s festivities will be enough to relieve any distress… even with police lurking around the room. the sight of them makes harry nauseous with fear, but she pushes the feeling down in favor of checking in with her friend. “how was your break?”

                                      despite the aesthetic of elegance held by lithe bodies, the practicality of them lies far from what their appearance may perceive. she’s not a DANCER -- that’s for sure -- gracefulness reserved for standing & walking only, a severe lack of rhythm cursing her bones. she’s clumsy, a long-lost relative of bambi the fawn as she stumbles over her two left feet. doesn’t have TIME to recite this to harry, however, as she’s pulled across the dancefloor, prays to a god ( whom she doesn’t believe in ) that nobody will notice her awkward stature. “ my break was FINE -- although clearly there was a severe lack of ‘ organised fun. ’ ” words are accompanied with a swift roll of her eyes, gestures to the made over refectory that surrounds them. “ you know, i’m really not much of a dancer, harry. can’t we just spike the punch instead ? maybe flirt with one of these policemen ? that one in the corner seems to have taken a real liking to you. ”