#arc tbt

[0800collins-a]

❝ i wasn't scared . ❞ ʰᵉ'ˢ ˡʸᶤᶰᵍ , obviously . walking beside friend with an unearned confidence for a boy who backtracked halfway through the catacombs with his tail tucked between his legs — clasping chrstine's hand for 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 & following her lead back to safety . & 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚢 breeds rationality , then embarrassment that coloured cheeks crimson for a moment or two as excuses are listed off . ❝ i swear i heard someone , thought we'd be 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 or somethin' & if you got in trouble cos of me then i'd ——— ❞

( @swede ) CHRISTINE IS CLEANING ❛ 𝙳𝙸𝚁𝚃 ❜ OFF JASPER'S CHEEK !

the end of his sentence is swallowed down , replaced quickly with a new bundle of ɴᴇʀᴠᴇs that tangle at the base of his throat — one may explain this as butterflies if he were to ever ask ... but processing it right now seems impossible & 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜 to send jasper into a spiral . maybe it would have if the 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 of her touch ʷᵃˢᶰ'ᵗ ʲᵘˢᵗ as unexpected as the very act itself . he gives little resistance , uncomfortable with the feeling of her skin to his own ; 𝙖𝙣𝙭𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨 he is capable of somehow b̶l̶e̶m̶i̶s̶h̶i̶n̶g̶ h̶e̶r̶ with his very being .

❝ c'mon , y'couldn't say somethin' ? ❞ question interlaces with 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 , rumbling deep from his chest as nervous system begins to ʳᵉᵍᵘˡᵃᵗᵉ ˢᵉˡᶠ & his heart beat is brought back down to somewhat normal , for jasper .

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ had t'manhandle me ? ❞

[thagyann]

she          sits          in          a          bed          of          dying          flowers          -          body          tense          and          hope          kissed          .          there          is          a          longing          within          her          ,          a          slow          remembering          of          what          she          was          before          the          stars          began          to          die.                              a          doctor          ameliorating          the          sickness          of          her          people.          a          good          life          catching          the          attention          of          something          ancient          .          leaving          fate          to          strike          her          a          deeper          task.                    the          decree          came          in          dreams          and          it          burned            TURNED          HER          BLOOD          TO          A          GOLDEN          RIVER.                    speaking          out          to          creation                    to          say          that          spring          had          come          back.                              and          it          challenged          her          ,          measured          her          worth          in          loss          and          pain          that          lured          the          eyes          of          a                    saintess          on          edge          of          madness          .                              but          nonetheless          she          went          on          -          and          here          with          her          sun          she          found          a          life          she          could          be          proud          of.

“          look          here       @holyrisen                           i          am          going          to          save          these          flowers          .”          -          a          smile          loops          around          her          face          -          catching          the          day          to          its          highest          point.                    SHE          WOULD          GIVE          THIS          FLOWER          BED          TO          HER          HEART.        make          it          forever          catching          all          the          lives          the          two          of          them          could          dream          up.                for          once          she          had          all          that          she          had          needed          and          all          it          asked          of          her          was          to          be          happy.          

[oblitum]

                  Her sister had taken the cure and the aftermath had been ugly. Bryn and Rebekah had gotten into what could be said to be their worst fight yet. Rebekah had expected blind acceptance and Bryn had been unable to give that. It wasn’t that she wasn’t happy for her sister, she knew how much she’d wanted this, what it meant to her and while she was happy for her- it also meant coming to terms with the fact one day she was going to lose her sister. She was fragile now, in the way all humans were but it had never hit her quite like this, not with Raven, not with Arabella-  

        How was she supposed to just accept that her sister would now be able to get ill? To get in an accident, to die? It was hard to accept with a click of her fingers, leading to radio silence. Bryn had given her space, partially through stubbornness, partially trying to respect Rebekah’s new found humanity. That isn’t to say she leaves her entirely without protection. Marcel and Rebekah were also on the out’s due to a similar fight but she knows it doesn’t mean the man feels any less for her and so Bryn has her followed, doesn’t take much convincing to get him to agree. 

     Finally, it gets too much and after a talk with Freya, the brunette shows up on Rebekah’s doorstep, bottle of wine in hand as she presses the doorbell, stepping backwards as it opens and raising and her hands, bottle of wine in toe. “ I come in peace. “ she jests, a small but playful smile on her lips as she steps closer, voice softening as she speaks again. “ Can we talk? Please. “

@therebekahmikaelson​ gets a plotted starter!

[roamanova]

❝ is it hard pretending to be other people? ❞

THERE IS A LONG-WINDED ANSWER     buried under the avalanche of time.     –––     The over-simplification of SELF could lead her decades away, to a time when her own reflection felt foreign, removed from herself. She could explain that the woman who stood before Lara was a hard-fought spoil of war, that everything she inhabited came to her long after birth, came to her long after a name was bestowed upon her. Rarely is she anything more than an echo of the person before her. After all, people typically tended to loosen their lips around their ideal self-image. 

(     Pretending to be other people is easy, she could say. Nearly everyone does it, even if they aren’t aware.     )     

Still, the question calls for enough pause. The unexplored is left as such before she finds something of use for the other woman.     “    It gets easier.     ”

@spunatlas    /    meme.

[spectredeux]

JUST A CARCASS OF A MAN / ALL ALONE INSIDE HIS SKIN. ( @artisticallydcne​ )

❛ admiral, ❜ she starts, entering the cell quietly, the door sealing behind her as soon as she clears the threshold. the datapad in her hands feels heavier than it did only moments before, and she can’t quite seem to find herself capable of holding his gaze; instead, she glances around the cell, taking in the enclosed space, the bare bones of it all. ❛ i was hoping . . . ❜ hera trails off, her sea green eyes finally landing on his carmine ones. she should be happy. she should feel relieved that they managed to capture him, that they’ve taken this piece off the board, but  ––––  she can’t help but feel like they’re in more danger now, with thrawn held prisoner, than they were when he was helming the opposition against them. ❛ that you might confirm some intelligence for me. i imagine it gets quite . . . boring, in here. ❜

[fateddivine-blog]

                               ♕ ; ❝ if you knock me up again i’m going to make your life hell. ❞ off handed remark as she collapses onto the couch; it took her far too long to put their two children down for a nap. Junior had fought her and she’d had to use EVERY trick she had before the boy finally fell asleep. ❝ you’ve got at least five years before i even consider it again. ❞

@warriiorcry

[danvrse-blog]

WHY  DO  YOU  ALWAYS  ASSUME  THAT  YOU’RE  THE  SMARTEST  IN  THE  ROOM    ?    anthony  stark    ,    the  golden  avenger    ,    a  former  alcoholic    ,    he  has  recovered  from  the  problem  she  refuses  to  acknowledge  she  carries    .     ❝     just  because  i  have  a  drink  once  in  awhile  doesn’t  mean  i  have  a  problem    ,    tony    .     ❞     his  name  accompanies  a  taste  of  disgust  in  her  mouth    .    thor  drinks  mead    ,    why  isn’t  anyone  going  after  him    ?    they  all  must  think  they’re  better  than  her    ,    that’s  she’s  an  unnecessary  link  to  a  strong  chain    ,    one  that  will  rot  the  rest    .     ❝     i’m  not  some  lush    ,    or  whatever  you  wanna  call  it    .    i’m  fine    .     ❞    /    @ironarmored    ♥︎’d

[thagyann]

akihiko comes home with   WILD EYES      AND A        BLOODIED FACE CARRYING HUNGER  like a devil does death.      -     high off a fight with a girl’s boyfriend  he wants  god to punish him for the trespass .          and so he returns with two - faces             (         the lover burning under the ire of a man not fed )         and so  there are taunts lodged in the mutts mouth ,     years of rotting rolled into a running bet , asking when too long would come to pass .

 when your god is a man ,  your wants are larger than your own capabilities .     when your god is a man      you see when he slips to adore something else.  and so akihiko comes to see their home as an abyss ,      RUNNING    GAGS ON THE       PRINCIPLES   OF  LOVE  .  and he clenches his fists to         break himself down  but there is an overflow of every fault within himself.   the rage dribbles down to feed his sadness  to open doors to anguish.   and  it all  weighs so heavy he throws himself indoors with wild eyes and a bloodied face that hungers.

 akihiko is a man with a tongue tied on a single name.       he drowns declaring him a saint.   throat dried as it speaks his god in shapes of words :              HOLY IS HE WHO    SITS  BENEATH   YOUR      SKIN     EATING       YOU OPEN       FOR THE RUN OF   HIS DELIGHT .  it is a strange prayer that sits up against his nerves ,           darkening his resolve so  he throws himself  out    on    feet that  turn away in disgust

“     why         did      you        always leave    me behind -        for those other fuckers ??    what     is about it      that    makes   it    all alright ???“

akihiko  knows ,    OH HOW HE KNOWS HE WILL NEVER MEASURE UP TO THE MUSIC .     to the fact that it was created by ugestu and for him .        rather than he , who was made out of the coupling of his parents who wanted          him to carry their name forward.            and so he wants to destroy everything         between them .                    he breaks the corners off his family.    rolls drunk at the night ,           fucking anything that will compliment him ,           to see ugestu  falter as jealousy ticks his nerves           away from the music.           and    he comes into the house bloodied face and all hunger              - fist clenching as they grab the other’s shirt. 

“      i     wanna     break     you apart    (   @maqnolya​    ) -    put you in   small    bottles  because    i        lo  ………  “      

THE     WORDS       GO       MUM      AS        HE CRASHES      THEM    BOTH TO THE FLOOR .      mouth praying against  his scowling mouth,     dragging teeth to make you both one again.        you are   so rageful -    you fear to see your face knowing it would scare you off this right .      and so instead you put your hands    under his shirt ,    mouth finding his neck to break  your fast   on   all the holiness you had put in a man who never   wanted to be your god.