#destinybitten

[bewitchingbaker]

@destinybitten​

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Chris smiled at Esme, happy that he’d get another chance to hear her laugh. He poured her a cup off coffee and bagged her order before sliding it to Esme. 

“Well hopefully I can still make you laugh so I can hear it more.”

[dvarapala]

“We live in a time of ancient hatred and emerging threats.” ~The Creator

MOTHERLAND: FORT SALEM, 1x01-1x02 // @destinybitten (the creator)

"that’s very true. and the almost-altercation i had with winchester for asking a question probably didn’t help matters either.” a beat, and then: “for what it’s worth, i’m truly very sorry. i thought i... i thought i could help, but instead, i only made things worse.”

[romancemoon]

currant: what's something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?

✨ @destinybitten. meme. still accepting!

the concept of a joyless home... lol he hates it. he likes joy in the living space. from quiet, introverted, chill joy where ur enjoying urself in silence. maybe in front of the tv playing ur playstation or out in the garden or whatever. or that loud, open kind of joy where people are coming in and standing around the kitchen talking. stuffy households make him so anxious. and yeah like... he spends a lot of time by himself at home, but hes usually having a good time either in his little art space or up taking care of his plants on the rooftop or just like. cooking???

this mostly stems from his childhood... he has a lot of aunts and uncles. 6 on each side! so lots of cousins. everyone taking turns eating from the same big ass serving of clay pot shrimp and a side of butter garlic noodles. aunties gossiping, uncles sitting around and talking about work, younger cousins running around and older cousins just kind of congregated and complaining about growing up millennial / gen x glfdjgkld.

a happy home is a home that he wants and homes absent of any kind of happiness make him so.......... upset lldkgjfgf. if vi finds himself in the orbit of someone with a joyless home, then he brings that joy himself. he likes to bring warmth and comfort in a lot of ways :))) whether it be dancing around ur kitchen and makin u dumplings.... or smoking a joint on the bed and just looking at memes....

[bloodcrave]

@destinybitten​

     “SPARE ME THE LECTURE, i can’t eat non-humans.  i’ll kind of die.”  thumb scrolled through her phone idly, not looking for ANYTHING in particular, just distracted.  “i try to eat the shitty ones, at least.  i mean.  most of the time.”

                     but she played the j u r y on who fit such a category.  and bias was strong when one controlled such.  her own pass of judgement was not always correct, though she wouldn’t admit to such.  the blood on her shirt had given her away, but alina hadn’t gotten anywhere quite yet to wash it.

[seekesotsibteadmist]

❛ I hid my deepest feelings so well I forgot where I placed them. ❜ ~V

Saima listens to the thought and takes in the meaning of what is being said. It's a sensation that they had dealt with a number of times over the years.

That being said, it doesn't really guarantee that they would have a useful response to what is being said overall.

"I understand the to hide those deepest feelings and then.. feel so stuck in the aftermath, to not be able to recover those feelings. I don't know if I have anything useful for you. But I do understand where you are coming from with that, I really do."

[anthropolite]

@destinybitten May, 1795 “Got something for you!” announced Euryale, waving cheerily. “So, I wrote to a few of my friends in Paris, with an eye to finding some good reading material for you - I didn’t mention your name, don’t worry - and, well, this just arrived!” she pressed a slightly-battered volume into Antoinette’s hands, entitled ‘Mary: a Fiction’. Holding up a handwritten note, Euryale continued. “Aurelie says it’s by a British writer named Mary Wollstonecraft, that it’s a subversion of the sentimentalist genre of literature, with a heroine who is ‘swept with passionate relationships with both men and women’.” She looked up from the note. “I’m pretty sure I made it clear that you were interested in something of a more philosophical nature, along the lines of de Staël’s work... so I apologise in advance if this turns out to be terribly racy.”

[streetslost]

@destinybitten​

                MEMORIES PLAYED like a haunted video; repeating over and over in her head.  the blood, the stabbing.  fury.  she could see her uncle beneath her, bleeding, crying out, shouting at her, attempting to FIGHT her off.  fully grown man was nothing against the wrath of a betrayed, young girl with a knife.  not in t h a t situation, at least.  cat almost smiled, it had felt good to snap.  but getting arrested for it, learning the truth... that was enough to keep expression jaded and apathetic.

           “sometimes people who disappear don’t want t’be found, you know.  or it might be better t’not find them.  you could jus’ end up hurt.  or disappointed.”

[amillixnvoicesarch]

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“Indeed I do....” Daphne says with a small smile, though she can’t personally relate to the other’s wish to escape the situation. No, Daphne is rather enjoying herself at this outing. But the other person’s wishes do remind her quite a lot of someone.....her sister Eloise. She wonders if the two of them are acquainted. They would make good friends, she is sure. “And don’t worry. I won’t tell a soul.” She chuckles. “You and my sister would get along splendidly.  She always does the same at these events. Her name is Eloise Bridgerton, do you know her?” Daphne is sure it’s not proper to ask. But propriety isn’t always helpful, she’s found. And besides, her curiosity is perfectly natural, she feels.

       Katherine doesn’t necessarily HATE these functions and balls, but she simply thinks that there’s better things to occupy her time with. At least beyond a small apperance and some small talk. The other woman seems to not feel quite the same, but Katherine doesn’t judge. There’s different types of women, and people, around, and it’d be boring if there weren’t. “Oh, I’ve heard of her, of course, much like I think you’ve heard of my family, but I’ve never quite met her.” Katherine chuckels in response. “We must both be very good at avoiding these gatherings then.”