#despiite

[scyftan]

2010s voice: big heckin’ overstimulation

i'm trying to remember how we talked in the 2010s. i guess it was all like... bellatrix u did me a frighten !! i can't believe that big badinky bones did u a heckin shiv in the leg at panera bread !!

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@despiite sent: Where's that fear, that rage?

                   ˜”*°•.    If   glances  were  capable  of  killing,  his  would  have  certainly  burn  her  to  ash .   There  was  nothing  playful  in  his  expression  -  for  he’d  grown  tired  of  those games .  ❝ I  am  not  afraid . ❞  The  words  left  him  abruptly  -  raw  and  sharp.  Fear  perhaps  did  not  claim  him.  Anger,  though ?  He  felt  plenty  of  it .  Anger  with  the  people  around  him,  with  the  world  in  general .  It  was  uncontrollable  -  but  at  the  same  time ,  it  was  his .  And  it  definitely  wasn’t  to be on  display . ❝ I  am  not  going  to  sit  around  entertaining  you.  So,  if  we  are  done  here,  I’d  like  to  leave . ❞    

[velvetipped]

           " i like your hair. " she doesn't want to be rude but she has no idea who the other woman is so she decides to be flirtatious over anything else. and yet, strangely, the other woman seems to know exactly who she is. it doesn't bother her ; not in the slightest. it feels good to be known, to be on the forefront of the mind of another person. " it's really beautiful. " she continues, leaning over as if almost about to touch a few tresses of blonde curls. she doesn't do it but oh, is she close. " i've always had a thing for women with curly hair. you're just my type. "

starter call , @despiite

[healiotrope]

@despiite (lana) sent: ❛ if you tell me yours, i’ll tell you mine. ❜

IT ISN'T UNCOMMON FOR OTHERS TO ASK ABOUT Charlotte's own personal backstory, some even did their research, knew about her past and who she was. A lot of trust went into divulging one's trauma and this wasn't the first time someone's asked to learn more about her, but she always does remain tentative whenever the line of questioning presented itself. Especially now, with Lana Winters, a woman who is not unknown to her; a reporter first and foremost and so there is an aversion that's somewhat palpable lingering in the air between them. A mixture of thoughts and opinions as uncertainty grows with every passing second because she isn't sure whether Lana is fishing for information or genuinely curious for her own form of comfort. The compound was a safe haven, for her acolytes but for herself as well and she liked to maintain some semblance of privacy, when possible, within reason. ❝ What would you like to know? ❞ She asks, head slightly canted, and fingers clasped, attempting to maintain some sense of poise and dignity as if there was nothing to hide.

[perfectionreached]

@despiite

kiss prompt! - sender kisses receiver's forehead.

it was almost like they'd sworn an oath to each other. bellatrix protects taissa and she does the same for the other woman. without question and without expecting anything else. taissa guesses that it's what happens when two people share the worst thing possible - a constant loss of control to the point of complete destruction.

taissa had been sleepwalking again, something that had become a bit of a routine for bella and van to look out for. it just so happened that it was bellatrix's turn today. the way that tai wakes up is always fast, as if there's a literal flick of a switch ... and the last thing she expects as she comes back into reality is her teammate placing a kiss on her forehead.

her eyes widen as the other moves closer, shifting slightly on the balls of her feet as she feels lips against her skin. she doesn't say anything for a second after she pulls away, a part of her feeling both a mixture of confused and comforted. there's a defensive laugh bubbling in her throat, unable to be completely in the moment. "uh? hi. what was that?" another beat, taking a small step back. changing the subject quickly, her voice becomes teasing, a small smile on her face as she tries to push down how scary it always was to not know what she was doing prior to now. "is that how you're going to kiss misty?"

[darkconsumed]

@despiite for misty, gets a semi-plotted thing!!

There was nothing here, never had been and she hadn't expected that to change. Coming home should have felt like the greatest thing in the world, but it was just a reminder of the shithole life she had. She was a nobody once again, though that wasn't entirely true; she was a Yellowjacket Survivor. As if that meant anything. Whatever, she didn't have to fight off wild animals, didn't have to wear the same soiled musty smelling clothes anymore, she should be fucking happy. But she wasn't and the only thing to do in order to ignore that was to quiet everything.

It wasn't like she was just getting into everything, she had already had a taste before the crash. It'd just been a while ( not counting the shrooms incident because that was just another Friday night for her ) and she wasn't one for taking things slow though she probably should have. And in a way, she did, but every night she went out she was always looking to score. Looking for the next high, the next moment of false peace because it was enough. At least hat's what she told herself.

Tonight was no different; the party was similar to the others she had gone to. It might have even been at the same house, but it didn't matter. Once Natalie had a beer in one hand, joint between her lips, she was content to just melt into a couch that smelled like stale beer and cigarettes. And she did that for quite a while until she saw a familiar head of curly blonde hair moving through the crowd. She thought she was seeing shit ( why would she be seeing Misty Quigley of all people, she didn't know ) but she wasn't, not when she heard the others voice and she came into view.

"The fuck..." she murmured, pushing a random persons arm off of her before she stood. "Misty the fuck are you doin' here?" It's asked in a hiss almost, like she has no business being there and she didn't. Misty wasn't like the other people here.

[consumare]

LANA WINTERS: THE MUSCLES OF LANA'S JAW FLEX AND TENSE AS SHE STARES POINTEDLY AHEAD. THE HOTEL BAR IS CHIC, EXCLUSIVE, DIMLY LIT, AND SHE HAD EXPECTED A CERTAIN DEGREE OF DISCRETION FROM THE OTHER PATRONS. PEOPLE AT THIS HIGH REACHING RUNG OF THE LADDER, THEY ALL HAD THEIR SECRETS, THEIR LONGING FOR PEACE AND PRIVACY, BUT SHE FEELS THOSE EYES BORING INTO HER PROFILE AND HER PALMS BEGIN TO ITCH. 'IF YOU'RE GOING TO KEEP GAWKING AT ME LIKE ZOO ANIMAL, YOU COULD AT LEAST BUY ME A GODDAMN DRINK.' the meeting, hannibal had set up, and he wasn't entirely sure lana would show. she hadn't entirely given him a straight answer upon his invitation ( something hannibal has come to understand aws the norm for her ), but he did have faith that she'd come, even if only because she was a little bit curious. normally, hannibal would have a guest over to his home for dinner. lana, however, has made it very clear that she'd rather die than step foot into the house of a psychiatrist, so he decided the hotel was a good a place as any. the doctor strolls in early, waiting near the end of the bar with a class cabernet in hand. eyes scan the patrons that flock into the bar, only to stop as he watches lana enter and take her seat at one of the tables. he approaches slowly, not making himself known just yet, smirk quirking one corner of his lips when she feels his staring at her. 'is that any way to treat a friend?' quips doctor lecter, though friend was not exactly the correct term for what they are - still, it seemed a polite way to make his introduction here. 'may i sit?' @despiite.

[scatcrccio]

20!

SAD HEADCANON MEME

20. what is something your muse wants to tell others, but is too afraid to? THAT SHE'S SORRY— sorry for not making something out of herself that they could be proud of. Sorry for being nothing but a nuisance in their lives. Sorry for not moving on or even trying to move on like the rest of them did. Sorry for always being a constant, stubborn asshole and a disappointment. She's afraid because she assumes that an apology will fall on deaf ears and wouldn't be good enough to counter all of the many times she's failed as a human in their eyes. It's pointless and a waste of time. The damage is done and yet, it doesn't stop her from continuing to live the way that she does. Already seen as damaged goods unworthy of forgiveness.