#fearedone

[yovrstruely]

@fearedone said: “ you don’t suspect me of stealing it , do you ? ” @bonnie

punchline’s  game  ,  rule of rose  ( 2006 )

“I don’t suspect shit, I know it was you, because you’re a fucking child.” Anger twisted her words as she glared at him from over the open lid of her chest. It’s where she kept her spell ingredients. This one was particularly hard to come by and helped reinforce the charms that sealed off her mind to outsiders. That kept nightmares from puncturing and helped her heal from all of this. And it was gone. 

Actually, it was worse than that--it had been flushed down the toilet and she couldn’t stop the feeling that rose up in the pit of her stomach. What a waste. 

She took in a deep breath and tossed her head back, just trying to contain all of this. All of this anger, this distrust. Had he always been this way? Yes. Maybe she used to be a little too trusting. Maybe she needed those two years away from him to flush out her mind. But he was here now. And god, she wanted him to stay, no matter how infuriating he was. What was wrong with her? 

With that, she slammed the chest shut, spelled it shut, and shoved it back under her bed before moving to grab her suitcase and start to pack. Sure, her current necklace was holding up just fine, but she liked to be prepared for when it would break. And it definitely would since he was there again. Even with the reinforcements, it couldn’t stand up forever to a god. 

[sonofshadow]

pasithea x hypnos

Send me a ship and I’ll rate it from a scale of 1-10 !

                          SCORE: 10/10   ; i stan. thana does not.

[shehound]

                        ❛  —— what?  ❜   she’d felt him lingering, borderline spying as he leaned closer to survey what she was doing ( obviously trying to just chill with her phone... ). fingers had paused mid-text, too distracted to continue while he hovered right above her shoulder.

|┊ @fearedone​​ ;;

[deliciousfear]

       "... I don’t know, why don’t you ask them?” IT motions towards the half eaten body splayed out over the floor. He looks just as bored as he felt, full, but still in need of some fun. Something to occupy his mind for a bit. And from smelling the other, he feels like that might come faster than he thought. 

@fearedone // closed. // serial killer verse

[magaprima]

@fearedone liked for a dialogue starter

“God of Nightmares....tell me, is it only the nightmares of mortals...or of others things..too?”

[objctive]

          nightmares were the nasty bedfellows of the work aaron did with the BAU. he’d learned to manage them a long time ago with gideon’s help, but sometimes the more VISCERAL ones wouldn’t be left behind on the pillow. no, they stayed with him into the daylight hours, waiting for him when he closed his eyes even for the briefest moment. by the nature of his work, his full attention was required. his distraction could spell DEATH for someone, and that wasn’t a toll he’d like to take on his conscience if he could help it.                 maybe if they’d had a lead on their current case he wouldn’t be taking the dreams so hard. to still be canvasing for witnesses at this stage left him feeling DRAINED, in addition to exhausted. he’s alone when he stops a man on the street, flashing his badge, ❝hello, if you have a moment i’d like to ask if you’ve seen anything out of the ordinary in this neighborhood the last few days? any small detail may HELP. ❞                                       @fearedone​ | smol starters ( accepting )

[liftedrelics-a]

@fearedone​ asked:  ❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? ❞ to floki from ragnar, but it's really pho in a nightmare

𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐊𝐈. Whether Floki believed it to be true or not. A stubborn fool of a boat builder who lived and breathed for the gods. Everything he did, everything he had ever done had been for them, and for his best friend. He had believed Ragnar was losing sight of who he was, and where his faith truly lied. “    I did nothing wrong. I did as the Gods asked me to Ragnar, why can’t you see that?” Voice cracks, pleading with the ghost of a dead friend. Or is he? Floki can’t seem to distinguish whether this was reality or a dream. 

Fog drifted over a calm shore, wet sand holding shape to the boat builders knees as the palms of his hands met and raised to peak above hooded head that bows. Eyes tightly close with a skeptical giggle. “The Gods are testing me again.” A mumble, soft and yet frantic. Confused expression masking temporary fear as the sound of Ragnar’s footsteps continue to glide across the sand at a distance. Fear and confusion are quick to become anger when Floki’s head rises and a pointed finger outstretches in the direction of his old friend with an accusatory waggle. “   This is not on me my friend. I did as I was told! You were losing your way! I did it for you!” Voice rings loud and full of desperation to finally amend the broken structure of their friendship.

The palm of his hand flies down in to the sand with a slap. “ If it had not been for me Ragnar, you would never have found Valhalla! The Gods will not take a Christian man! That PRIEST’S DEATH can not be the reason the Gods are angry with me!”

[cachazo]

𝙲𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙺𝚈 𝙾𝙽𝙴-𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚁𝚂? @fearedone !!

     “ If you don’t get the fuck away from me in two fuckin’ seconds, we’re gonna’ have some fuckin’ problems, you little freak. ”