#fracturedpneuma

[pretendalleys]

@fracturedpneuma​​  //   ♡  THIS if you want a one - liner !

       ❝  it’s  necessary  for me sometimes just to be  alone  and  quiet  and doing nothing .  i think i just need a little more time to  recharge  than most people when the world gets overwhelming .  does that sound  pathetic ?  ❞

[abrokenwitch]

@fracturedpneuma

She was back in the land of the living not in the prison world anymore. Only on thing had changed after Sebastian had tricked her she drank his blood without noticing it. After she lost control of the wheel of the car she got in a car crash and died. Because of Sebastian his blood in her system she became a vampire. More likely in her case a heretic. She had to adjust to this new life she was thirsty and needed blood. After she had drank human blood she was just really confused and scared.

Mostly scared of course, with her mental health issues and her being a vampire now. That’s probably not really a good combination right. Narrowing her eyebrows as the blonde was somewhere in the woods all by herself, since she needed some space and just be by herself. When she suddenly heard something 

“Who’s there?”

[moonloyal]

[ * / closed plotted starter for @fracturedpneuma ]

              HOW DID THINGS END UP LIKE THIS ?   Never, in a million years, did Elliot ever think that things would turn out like this. When he   &   his mother moved from Seattle to start fresh and try to escape the harrowing loss of his brother,   &   father, he never would’ve accused her. He never would’ve dreamed that she’d been the one to take their lives. But standing in this room after hearing the truth from Stuart – after smelling the distinct scent of SURPRISE on Roselynn – he knew it was true. How stupid is he ?   She’d been killing off their family members one by one, and the move was a distraction to keep her painted innocent. Elliot knows the truth now ; knows that she’s a MONSTER. His brown eyes are trained on Stuart’s tied up   &   slumped form on the floor. Wolfsbane, of course. He could smell it as soon as he stepped through the door. His mother poisoned his best friend to keep him quiet, but she wasn’t fast enough. He spilled everything, the truth about his dad   &   brother. The truth about his murderous mother. And now he knows who the real monster was.         “ You killed them. ”       Elliot mutters, anger starting to bubble in his veins just from seeing Stuart’s unconscious form. He finally pries his eyes from his best friend and stares at Roselynn, teeth clenched. She stares at him for a moment before cracking a slight smile.                   “ Really, I’m surprised it took you this long. But I guess I can’t be too surprised, though, since you’ve never been the brightest crayon in the box. ”       She stares down at Stuart, her smirk turning into a frown of disgust.       “ What a shame. Your friend would’ve been a great addition to the pack if he wasn’t so damn nosy. ”       “ Go fuck yourself, ”       Elliot growls.       “ You don’t have a fucking pack. And even if you did, I’d never let Stuart be a part of it. ”       The brunet flashes his eyes, the irises a honey gold. Whether he liked it or not, he was a beta. But not willingly, but by blood.                   “ Elliot, you don’t want to start this. ”       Roselynn warns, eyebrows furrowed. Her eyes bleed a deep crimson, and a low growl passes from her lips.       “ But I guess you were going to have to die one way or another. Just makes it a lot messier than what I had planned. ” The beta doesn’t hold back any longer. He lunges at her, tackling her to the floor. The sound of growling from both parties almost rumble the house, vibrating through the floors and walls. Elliot claws at her shoulder, effectively digging his claws into the skin – but that only earns him a loud hiss of pain. Anger seems to surge over her, because she flips the situation instantly. Roselynn throws Elliot to the ground, her knee digging painfully into his stomach. She grabs his neck, squeezing it tight enough to cut off his air supply.                   “ You’re so stupid, thinking you can take on an Alpha. Why do you think I killed your dad, huh ?   I wanted his power. And when I found out that killing your pack members makes you stronger … your brother didn’t have a chance. ”       She grins wickedly down at her next victim, her claws digging into the skin of his neck. Elliot’s eyes were rolling back   &   his face was turning blue and purple from his lack of air. His hands claw desperately at her arms, leaving various claw marks down her hands and forearms. This only makes her angrier.                   “ Worthless fucking idiot. ”       She growls, picking him up partially off of the floor by his neck. She slams him back down, knocking the back of his head against the hard wood floor. His senses are knocked loose, arms dropping to his sides. He’s dazed from the impact. She picks him up one more time before throwing him against the ground again, this time making him completely quiet and docile. After getting him to stop moving, Roselynn stands up and approaches Stuart, staring down at the unconscious omega. Elliot coughs and sputters, trying to regain his bearings. He rolls over on his side, just in time to see her kick Stuart over onto his back   &   flatten her foot’s sole on his chest.                   “ Hey, Ellie. If I break all of Stuart’s ribs like this, do you think they’d puncture his organs ?   What’s the probability that one would pierce his heart, or his lungs ? ”       She asks, looking over at Elliot, who was struggling to even see straight. He was seeing double from the concussion dealt to him. He sputters again, trying to pick himself up off of the floor. It was harder than he imagined it being ; his limbs were dead weight.                   “ Oh, forget it. Not like you were ever smart enough to know these kinds of things anyways. Hell, you really thought I was just a mean mom for all these months. I’m surprised you haven’t died from your sheer stupidity already. ”       She starts putting pressure of her foot down onto Stuart’s ribs, and Elliot can hear the change in Stuart’s breathing pattern. That’s enough to fill him with fiery rage all over again. He stands to his feet, slowly but surely. Roselynn’s listening closely to Stuart as she adds more and more pressure, waiting for the crack of his ribs that she wants to hear. For someone who’s giving Elliot hell about being stupid, she’s making a stupid mistake of ignoring her other surroundings. The beta barrels towards her, effectively blindsiding her and knocking her to the ground again. He rams his knee into her stomach, just as she’d done to him – and his hands find their way to her throat. PAYBACK, he thinks. FOR MY FAMILY. FOR STUART. He puts all of his strength into cutting off her airway. She’s struggling underneath him, clawing his wrists and hands, trying to get him to let go – but he WON’T. No matter the pain she deals him.       “ How’s it feel ?! ”       He bites, anger turning him feral. He picks her up and slams her head against the ground, returning the blows she’d dealt him.       “ Huh ?   How’s that fucking feel ?! ”       He does it again, and again, and again. Roselynn, in a desperate attempt to relinquish control from Elliot, flashes her hand out. She swipes her claws against his face, the sharpened nails digging down his forehead, cheeks, nose, and eyes. His vision fills with red and darkness until he couldn’t see anymore. He bellows out a loud yell in horrific pain, feeling warm blood begin to drip down his face. But he doesn’t let up on his grip. He continues to strangle her   &   slam her head against the floor, until the rage is too much. He shifts the position of his hands, clawing her throat. He couldn’t see it, but he can feel the blood coat his hands in a thick layer. She gurgles, gasping for help. Elliot doesn’t let up, though. He won’t give her the satisfaction of living. Not now, not ever. He picks her up by her throat again, slamming her head against the floor once more. That seems to do her in. Her heartbeat slows until it’s nonexistent, and he listens as she exhales her final breath. For a few moments, he sits in silence, the only sound he can hear his own thumping and rapid heartbeat as well as his heavy breathing. Stuart’s heartbeat was there, too, thankfully. But besides his own   &   Stuart’s, that’s all he could hear. Elliot falls back and off of her, a hand moving to the back of his head. He feels warm stickiness – great. He’s bleeding there, too. He tries to open his eyes and look around, but there’s nothing. No light, no images, nothing. Just darkness. He feels around on the floor, leaving handprints of thick vermilion, until he manages to find Stuart. He scoots closer to the other male, ripping the bindings from his friend. He tosses them to the side and sits beside of Stuart, knees pulled to his chest. Terror was starting to filter in. He’d killed someone – actually killed someone. He felt sick. He hides his scarred and bloody face in his knees, waiting for Stuart to wake up. He needs guidance. He needs help.

[humanbeta]

           ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━   a n s w e r e d .

* / @fracturedpneuma said: 🧟 to try to survive the zombie apocalypse with my muse.

              THEY WERE ALWAYS INSEPARABLE BEFORE,   but now it was downright unhealthy. Could it even be considered unhealthy, though ?   They were two survivors in the apocalypse. Not a single person still living in this new   &   harsh reality would ever be HEALTHY, or NORMAL. They were just as codependent on each other as before -- maybe even more-so. But in a world full of zombies and the living turning on the living over something as simple as a fleck of food, all they had was each other.  They’d made some kind of nice   &   neat cot for the time being. It used to be a mom   &   pop shop, but now it was their safe haven. Well ... until they decide to pack up   &   traverse on. Stiles rubs his eyes from where he’d been concentrated on the pages of a mediocre fantasy novel they’d found abandoned in a bookstore a couple miles ago. Even though he didn’t like to read too terribly much in his spare time, since video games were out of the question ... this was the best they had.         “ Dude, if I read one more book about a guy that gets mystical powers from some whimsical stranger, I’m going to jump into a pile of Zs. ”       He grumbles, closing the book and tossing it aside, frustrated. He pinches the bridge of his nose before looking up   &   over at his twin, curious as to what he was up to. He scoots closer to him, their shoulders touching, watching as Stuart fiddled with a silent   &   non-electronic puzzle game. It was amazing what was left behind. Maybe a Rubiks cube isn’t important to people with undead running around and biting your face off.         “ Huh ... y’know, I don’t think you need puzzles to keep your mind sharp. ”        Stiles says.       “ You’re too smart for them. ”

[sensesdialed-a]

@fracturedpneuma // non-powered peter sc.

Peter doesn’t know what he expects out late at night, but it DEFINITELY isn’t this. He’s making his way back to his apartment after working late on a project with Ned, listening to music as his worn out sneakers press against the sidewalk with each step. There’s something about being alone in the middle of the darkened night that makes his heart jump and anxiety spike if he thinks about it too much, so instead he focuses on the new computer he’s planning on building. He just needs to find the right piece. 

It’s faint...somewhere in the distance, but Peter thinks he hears a noise. Something unnatural. Brows furrow, and his fingers slowly reach up to pause the music, pulling his earbuds out and letting them hang down the front of his shirt. He listens carefully and...there it is again. It sounds like an animal of some sort, and Peter’s heart clenches. What if it’s hurt? He knows he promised May he’d be back soon, but...he has to see what this is. Slowly, he turns the corner towards a more abandoned area, gaze flickering around the dark to try and find the poor thing. But once he does, Peter’s heart practically DROPS down to the ground. 

It’s a wolf. 

He expects a normal dog, maybe, so the sight comes as a SHOCK. But he’d been right, the wolf is injured. At first, Peter simply stares at it, wide-eyed, but there’s an instinct pushing him to help somehow. This is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy. He takes a few gentle steps forward. 

“Hey-- I-um....I’m not here to hurt you...” 

[frayborn-blog]

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”So I have to find a dress. Daughter of the bride calls for something spectacular.” Clary chuckled as she ruffled through the stacks of dresses, not knowing what would work the best.

[hcpefell]

@fracturedpneuma

“I don’t know why I said it-- I kind of just-- FREAKED OUT,” Gwen breathed out, an apologetic look on her features as she looked up into his eyes. She HOPED he wouldn’t hate him, she just did that so Flash would leave her alone and she’d known NOBODY ELSE around at school so she thought she could somehow get away with it. “I’m-- I’m really really SORRY, Stu--”

[auntlarb]

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“I can tell you have something on your mind. It’d really be easier if you just tell me.”