#frightes

[spiritdreamt]

"do every stupid thing that makes you feel alive," she suggests. "do every stupid thing to try to drive the dark away." hasn't she done that? hasn't she been desperate? "let people call you crazy for the choices that you make—just stay alive."

amy aka spent gladiator 1 — the mountain goats / for @frightes

[shadowbrn]

❝ it's good to be aware the world is blatantly unfair. ❞

@frightes 💖 for zac.

[arch-slash]

@frightes.

[slash-aaa]

SYBILL ERNEST: BLOOD. SENDER CLEANS BLOOD OFF OF RECEIVER.

he's shaken. anxious. things a vampire should never be, not with their power. but valentine had never been like others of his kind, not since he was a child ( not since he saw his family burn alive in their home ). standing in front of sybill, his lilac eyes ablaze, he tried not to flinch away from her hand as it rose to wipe away spatters of blood, just beginning to dry across his face. he could still taste it on his lips, around his mouth, on his tongue - the metallic flavor scrambling his senses. he had never enjoyed their frenzy, especially when it was basically forced upon him. 'are you alright?' valentine's voice was small, quiet, as she continued to clean him up. even after seeing him act as the monster he had always been. 'did you get hurt?' @frightes.

[wasdeviant]

a danger to herself and others. that's what law enforcement and the media have been saying about her since she was able to escape the eden club. and perhaps they weren't wrong, after all. where her first kill had been self defense, fully and wholly, the rest were questionable, at best. shavonna has come to terms with the nature of her violence, and how she thought it was for the good of those around her, even if others didn't see it that way. there were humans who deserved to die, and androids who deserved to live without abuse, and she was simply doing what she thought was right in this world. the police and those who spread lies of her on television could say what they like. none of it mattered to shavonna, anymore.

'i didn't expect you to be up for another few hours,' shavonna was just tying the laces of her boots, shrugging on the hooded jacket she wore every day to hide herself from security cameras and passerby. there were few places she could go, now, where she wouldn't be noticed or harmed. here, with viktor, was one of those places. and she hasn't admitted it aloud yet, but she is more appreciative than she lets on. 'there are a few things i need to take care of. i was planning on getting them done before you noticed i was gone,' if nothing else, he deserved honesty. he's at least earned that. 'if you'll have me, i'll be back before noon,' @frightes.

[dynastymuses]

@frightes liked this for a starter {{&&felicity&philippa}}

❝Is it sad I do not wish to go shopping for my wedding with mother? I was going to see if Penelope would like to join me, but she is away for Eloise’s wedding❞ felicity loved her family, but she never liked her mothers taste, and she was close with Penelope more than her other older sisters, but she looked at Philippa ❝would you like to come with me instead?❞

[regencis]

˗ˏˋ   fredrick beaumont  ,  our ' almost ' will always haunt me.    ˎˊ˗​​​

perhaps it is the feeling in the air that brings out such honesty from her friend. love did bloom within this season, and pru supposed she couldn't blame any man for feeling a certain way. or perhaps it's the drink, filled as soon as a glass is empty, scooping ladle after ladle from the punch bowl. or even the circulating whispers from lady whistledown ; rumors and drama may bring out even more than love and romance, should someone let it. desperately, prudence tries to rationalize what could possibly have made fredrick say this to her - her, of all people. had they not been best friends as children, that friendship carrying on into their adulthood? yes, it had dwindled some after he had found his wife and moved away with her, but prudence never stopped caring about fredrick. he deserved every happiness, including a marriage and children, and what happened to his wife was a tragedy.

pru understood the emotions that swelled back up into her stomach and chest as he arrived back in the ton. but she'd pushed them down, simply grateful that her friend was back again. now he was muttering about their almost, and prudence's breath catches in her throat. 'why are you saying this?' pru murmurs, glancing out across the estate, standing high above on the balcony. 'now - here, of all places?' she cannot state exactly how she's feeling - overwhelmed at the prospect that he might love her as she does him, frustrated that he had decided to drop this on her, yet hopeful, beneath it all. hand rests against her stomach. suddenly her corset feels too tight around her ribs, and when she looks at fredrick, tears fill her eyes. 'there is no greater cruelty than being lied to, lord beaumont, so if this may be your idea of a jest, i would beg you, take it back now,' before she does something regrettable, like kiss him. @frightes.