#freshpoiison

[thesuprme]

❛❛     DELIA,  CAN  YOU  STOP  BEING  BLIND for a moment and pass me the bottle ? use your mumbo-jumbo cocktail tricks or something.  ❜❜ her voice husky. the supreme is not feeling good tonight. in her silky BLACKNESS, she's trying to rest for a while. a dusty aura surrounds white pillows. cancer kicks in. you can smell its roasting armour just when waves of grey smoke escapes fiona's nostrils. ❛❛  blended scotch on ice.  ❜❜ a few scraps of ashes landed on her knee. black tights cover her skin.

STARTERCALL !   /      @freshpoiison

[millennicl]

@freshpoiison .

          she   was   UNWANTED .      was   overly   aware   of   that   fact      -      felt   in   every   step   she   took .      every   look   from   any   of   the   older   witches .      wasn’t   even   sure   what   the   younger   witches   thought   of   her ,      but   couldn’t   imagine   that   any   of   them   would   DARE   take   her   side   when   there   was   so   much   tension   between   her   and   their   SUPREME   and   their   TEACHERS   and   EVERYONE .      so   she   tended   to   stay   away .      tended   to   avoid   confrontation   as   much   as   possible   as   long   as   there   were   more   people   there   that   wanted   her   to   remain   DEAD   than   wanted   her   alive .      didn’t   want   to   RISK   being   sent   back   to   hell   again .

          but   she   still   watched .      especially   so   MALLORY      -      the   girl   who   first   helped   her   move   back   into   the   house .      who   seemed   to   stand   out   from   the   other   young   witches   who   seemed   to   wear   black   as   if   they   tried   to   fit   some   made - up   aesthetic .      likely   the   only   one   there   she’d   seen   wear   white .      not   that   she’d   spoken   much   to   the   younger   girl .      only   IN   PASSING   and   when   she   was   FIRST   THERE   did   she   actually   speak   to   her .

          that   changed   now ,      though      -      heard   the   ragged   breathing   that   she   knew   came   with   tears   coming   from   the   room   she   knew   the   girl   shared   with   a   few   others .      others   who   she   was   SURE   were   out      -      off   somewhere   else .      would   knock   lightly ,      but   didn’t   wait   long   to   let   herself   in .      would   close   the   door   behind   her   carefully   as   she   assessed   the   situation .      glad   that   at   least   the   girl   didn’t   seem   to   be   INJURED .      didn’t   want   to   see   more   violence   perpetuated   among   this   new   group   of   young   witches .      (      funny   that   she   considered   them   YOUNG   when   she   knew   she   and   mallory   couldn’t   be   that   far   from   each   other   in   age .      yet ,      it   was   like   an   entirely   different   generation .      one   UNTAINTED   by   fiona   goode   and   her   reign   of   terror .      )      

          she’d   step   closer   to   the   bed   the   other   girl   sat   on      -      fingers   clasped   in   front   of   her ,      unsure   what   to   do   with   her   hands .      (      COMFORTING   OTHERS   had   never   come   easily   to   her   when   her   life   had   only   ever   been   about   self - preservation ,      but   she   could   work   on   that ,      right ?      it   couldn’t   be   too   late   to   change .      )      "      hey ,      you   okay ?      "      OBVIOUSLY   NOT ,      but   it   was   more   RHETORICAL   than   anything   else .      “      what   happened ?      ”      soft      -      genuine .      a   legitimate   desire   to   help ,      even   if   she   knew   mallory   had   no   real   reason   to   TRUST   HER .

[materialwoman]

‘come here. let me fix it.’ || from lou

 𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒚,    for  it’s  hard  to  accept  she’s  now  failing  to  do  something  that  trivial.    and  it  was  silly:    that  one  last  attempt  to  zip  her  dress,    the  ultimate  failure.  the  woman,    then,    sighs    –    eyes  falling  closed,    finally  giving  up    &    showing  the  other  her  back,    half  covered  in  black  fabric.   WEEKS  OF  PLANNING,    AND  THE  NIGHT  HAD  COME.        ❝      i  don’t  know  what’s  come  to  me,    i  swear–      ❞    words  in  a  whisper,    almost  a  secret,   for  tamasin  wasn’t  really  willing  to  give  into  the  anxiety.    by  the  time  they  were  in  their  spots,    she  knew  there  would  be  no  anxiety  able  to  stop  her  from  being  perfect.      ❝    it’s  just–  well,  it’s  been  quite  some  time  since  we  last  did  this,    right?    since–  i  last  did  this.    ❞   THE HEIST, SHE MEANS.    feeling  the  other’s  hand  fixing  her  dress,    tammy  allows  herself  to  take  one  last  deep  breath,    hands  caressing  the  fabric  and  making  sure  everything  seemed  just  as  perfect  as  possible.    finally,    the  woman  looks  at  lou,    anxiety  already  replaced  by  radiant  confidence.    ❝    here.    i’ve  got  this.    ❞    hands  of  her  own  move  to  fix  the  other’s  attire,    resting  carefully  upon  her  shoulder  before  proceeding.    a  smile  still  refuses  to  leave  that  face      /    she  was  back  on  it,    they  all  were.    back  on  lots  of  things,    indeed.

*   PROMPTS    /   ACCEPTING   .   @freshpoiison.

[twistyfan]

                    manuel, the one guy that his puppy eyes worked on best, had provided him with a couple of options to feed his feline friend. “manny says this is the finest fish for cats because it's the best source of omega 3. he's a cat dad, so he knows everything there's to know.” he sets down a bowl with a couple of sardines, some tuna, and thinly sliced tuna fillets and then sits on the ground with his back against the restaurant’s wall. “---can i pet you while you eat?”

@freshpoiison​ from here.

[materialwoman]

 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕,  𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒚        towards  the  loft’s  living  room,    now  packed  in  everything  required  to  plan  the  heist.      there  wasn’t  much  left  to  plan  now    --    the  met  was  just  a  few  days  from  now,    and   ANXIETY FILLED HER THOUGHTS AND MUSCLES,    stopping  her  from  having  a  decent  night  of  sleep.    finding  lou  in  her  way,    up  as  well,    made  her  realize  there  was  no  way  she  was  the  only  anxious  one.      ❝    oh--    tough  night  of  sleep,  lou?    ❞

*   i.   ╰    ♡    starter  call   ›   @freshpoiison​.

[maraisrat]

                    an extraordinary witch with magic so similar to her own,   and one of the first to bump into her upon returning to the academy;   the first person she’s spoken to without cordelia by her side.   misty feels lost in the place she briefly called home,   so it’s nice to come face to face with someone she’s vaguely familiar with instead of a complete stranger.   the blonde smiles,   extends a hand in greeting,    “   myrtle’s told me about you.   mallory,   right?   i’m misty.    ”

@freshpoiison

[maraisrat]

                       the soft touch to her cheek offered comfort and she gladly accepted it,   grasps hold of the hand after it falls away,   desperate to indulge in the contact she’d been deprived of for years now.   misty purses her lips,   stops the slightest bit of a smile threatening to break out at the mention of cordelia despite how heartbreaking it was,   and her eyes fall to her lap as she speaks,    “   i’m just sad i never got to see her RISE,   y’know ?   i get brought back just as she’s fadin’ and there ain’t anythin’ any of us can do about it.   i deserve more time with her,   myrtle.   ”   misty wasn’t a selfish person by any means,   but it felt as if the universe was constantly working against them.    “   if michael does become the supreme,   what do we do then ?   i don’t wanna have to watch her DIE.   ”

@freshpoiison / cont.

[deathlyxbeautiful]

{ @freshpoiison }

          Sarah had one job. Go find a fresh dead man’s toe, but instead, she found a boy. A cute boy. He was the local blacksmith’s son, and he was close to Sarah’s age. She had lured him into a nearby horse barn where the two played a different version of find the dead man’s toe. But when the young man’s father came calling, and he found Sarah slipping out of the barn after Silas, things didn’t turn out quite as Sarah had hoped.

          She had nearly lost her life once before scouring the town for love, and tonight was no exception, as Silas’ father chased her with an ax out of Salem and back to the Sandersons’ property.

          Heart pounding, Sarah barreled through the front door and slammed it quickly behind her, cackling at the rush of fear and adrenaline that was coursing through her tiny body, totally forgetting she still had Winifred to face having returned without the toe.