#balefulroses

[bcdwitches]

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⚔ which muse is the most likely to go to jail/prison

I’d say Gwen or Ivy. Duke and Clover are maybes but they are a lot less likely to get actually get caught. If either of Ivy or Gwen did go to jail it’s likely they’d get out pretty easily. Ivy would flirt her way out and Duke would find a way to bail Gwen out.

[myxtorturedxheart]

“Don’t you have somewhere to be? That isn’t here?”

“You don’t need to worry. I’m already leaving.” Sara told the other as she buttoned her shirt. She should have been at the cafe by now but not being at home and meant her phone had gone flat overnight. “I had fun though. Thanks for last night.”( @balefulroses)

[eightholyterrors]

bill  &&  kimiko;  same  mouth  same  kiss  but  not  the  same  touch.

             it was a      loss he couldn’t bear.    his own    twin.    disintegrated from    this earth.   within a   split second a     high speed collision had   completely   decimated his     twin.    he could remember the   body he   identified alongside his parents    &&     little sister at the    morgue.    it was hardly    reminiscent     of the   identical    face that    should have been     looking up at him.     he’d felt it    when his   twin died.   that instantaneous   flicker like a   light had    been snuffed    out      &&       the unyielding agony      of bones snapping,     &&     his soul    being ripped out.     he felt it.     he felt his   twin’s   demise.   &&     it fucked him up.     shattered him     into oblivion.    he’d always    believed that    he would die    when his twin did.    succumb to    death   as he   came to   life.    with his   twin.    he   ached now that his   twin was   gone.    he couldn’t rise from bed.    --    couldn’t    fathom another day.       he was   existing now.    his  twin was   the only member of     their family that   liked him.    --    that loved him.    he felt the    weight of his  parents   stares on him.    &&    knew they    would have rather it been him.            he wasn’t as    smart as   michael.     wasn’t as   caring,   loving    --   kind.     he was   beaten by their   pa.     &&     had the proof of the    lashes on his   back.    stripped into his   skin for all    to see.    he was   less joyful,    he was the    darkness,     &&     michael had been the     light.    even his    little sister   had never liked him.    he’d seen how    she clung to     michael.   how they   played together,     &&    were so close.    he saw now that    she mourned for him.    no one    would have mourned for    him,    except for   michael.     clenching his   jaw he  took another swig from the   stolen bottle of   liquor  he kept hidden under his     bed.     their pa    would beat him for it    if he   found him with it.     he didn’t    care.    he was numb.     currently    so numb. when he    heard his   door creaking open    he hid the   bottle,    his darkened hues    finding     purchase    on the  wood,   listening,   waiting.    when he   saw only his    little sister   creeping into his    bedroom he   felt   relief,   then   exhaustion.     ❛     what do     you    want    ??     ❜      his voice was    cold,    &&    withdrawn.

@balefulroses

[nottobecrossed]

balefulroses started following you

[melioriisms]

@balefulroses replied happens more than i'd like to admit

um hi i love u??? and i’m still waiting for threads w every single one of your girls xx

[unravxl-archived]

continues from here !

private & hidden away from others, that’s how paige has come to know the female before her. the pair can be found now pressed closely together in a narrow alleyway, an undesired place to most. which is exactly the point. the often soft spoken female is far from shy with her hands, at this moment used to pin the others hips against the wall, digits curling into her flesh. a moan falls from the brunettes lips, sophia’s hands expertly tempting it out of her. every inch of paige demanding they get the hell out of this alleyway & find a suitable vehicle — or bed, if they could make it that far. hand moving below the belt and cupping the blondes ass. breaking the connection between them for a moment.

❝ fuck, soph. ❞ / @balefulroses

[tragicalbeauties]

Came for the past relationship. Stayed for the writing.

this means a lot, thank you!

[pperfections-blog]

              「 ;* ⁂ ── ▷ starter for @balefulroses​ » based on bullet eight.  」

                                            a highschool reunion was just the place for sawyer ;  a vanderbilt never turned down the opportunity to gloat of his lengthy list of accomplishments. of course, sawyer didn’t need to gloat —- being the most eligible bachelor in new york, both a yale and harvard graduate, and now in the race to become governer of new york, his credentials spoke for themselves. however, he’d take the opportunity. besides, a little word of mouth would only be beneficial in the long run. a lot had and hadn’t changed behind the walls of the upper east side preparatory school. a little renovation here and there but most of it all, it’s grandiosity and elite persona remained the same. the students that now strolled through the hallways —- they didn’t nearly carry half the amount of charisma or charm as himself or his classmates but he’d begun to assume it was a generational issue perhaps. a talker ( he’d been conditioned to talk to anyone and everyone ), sawyer had been yearning for a moment to himself and so when an escape route made itself present, he found himself taking it. he needed a breather, a breather from repeating a ‘brief collection of sawyer vanderbilt’s last decade’ for the umpteenth time ( a shocker given his ability to brag ). he’d found himself lodged in the corner, a flute of champagne in hand when his gaze drifted to a woman approaching the appetizer table. he squinted momentarily, before his brows heightened rather fondly and a goofy grin appeared across his supple, rosy lips.   ❛  i’ll be damned...  ❜