#jcyfulmess

[osbxrne]

@jcyfulmess​​ said: “ it’s too late. ” ofglen

Another walk along the Wall, another whispered exchange so the guardians do not overhear. ❛ Emily, listen to me. Do not let them destroy you, do not let this place ruin you. It's not too late, you will see your son again. I promise, I'll get you to him. ❜ 

[thatsdevilstears-a]

@jcyfulmess continued from here

m a r i s a .

Instances of both in the same room had become quite rare to say the least. She avoided him like the plague. For some reason they always come back to each other somehow. Lyra was undeniably what is keeping them apart. How ironic ? A child in common to separate them.

Her look was icy when she blinked to look back at Asriel. No hint of smile, only cold.     "And so what ? What will my answer do to you ?"  Mrs Coulter tilted her head, feeling infuriated, but not in a good way. She sipped on her champagne to calm down but it wasn't enough. Damn she needed a cigarette ! Sighing loudly, she gave him a quick fake smile though, because she needed to save appearances before everyone surrounding them.    "I want my daughter Asriel."    She said matter of factly.     "She is five years old and I got nothing. Not even a damn picture. You probably are exulting about it. But I'm tired of asking nicely."

"is that so?" it was a confirmation. one he was desiring to receive. of a torture he was inflicting. very well deserved, he dared to think. "wouldn't that be a few years too late?" asriel didn't even spare her a glance. it was no surprise he wouldn't go easy on those who wronged him. marisa coulter, though, had done much more than that. noone would notice the thrones in his chest. noone but her, he feared. in the end, she knew him too well. as he knew her. "you had well made everyone believe you wanted nothing to do with her. wouldn't that be a big change of heart?"

asriel sipped from his own glass, couple of curious glances caught in their direction. a scandal as big as that wasn't bound to go quiet in nearest future still. he made sure stelmaria kept her distance at all times. she liked to make his conscious heavy. he was far too stubborn, though. far too proud.

[whpsiedaisies]

{𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃.} @jcyfulmess​

                 all theo had wanted was some peace (and quiet, but this wasn’t the kind of place you would find such a thing) no, her type of quiet was drowning her thoughts with the heavy EDM beats that would occupy both body and soul until the early hours of the morning and as she rubbed the sweat from her forehead, her gaze lingered on the woman beside her. “sorry.” she ground out - almost as prickly as her earlier words and then took a sip of her martini. “huh?” she asked with mild confusion. could she what?  oh - - she was talking about STAYING here. 

     “If you like.” a shrug of her shoulders, the bare skin of her back illuminating the slight sheen of sweat from her heavy dancing. “if you have a migraine, why are you here?” she spoke loudly over the music, though not directly in the woman’s ear, in fear of aggravating her headache more. ignoring the comment about her gloves she turned, allowing her elbows to lean backwards on the bar, while she watched the darkened club. 

perhaps she had been too drunk previously to notice that it had been the same woman she had met here a few nights before. no - she was too embarrassed to remember such an incident where she would tell someone her LIFE story. 

[epiphanydrling]

𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋 - 𝙹𝙲𝚈𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂

                   The living conditions for the last seven years had been dire - - at first, there had been no order, only panic and chaos, death and destruction; a REFLECTION at what was above the surface... & then the soldiers came, the men in their many, to bring their own version of order, to reap what little they could find and take for the keeping. Wilford was one of them, although weakened he had taken almost sole responsibility. First, portraying a disingenuous care for what was left of the community, and then taking control, bending the people who had nothing else to live for, to his will. Wilford’s will. 

       It was only a matter of time before he truly caught Audrey. His hatred for Melanie Cavill had extended to her of, his failure would be a debt paid as soon as he had Audrey. Of course, it was very LITTLE compensation for a train of 1001 carts, of a post-apocalyptic life of luxury  It was a GOOD thing, that she had found her own way around with others like her, who had either escaped, or broken off before their loyalty was questioned. Time underground had hardened her; she too was a solider, one of the rebellion, of the old ways and she would fight until death to kill the man that had taken her wife and daughter from her. 

    “Looks like they have found a bunch of survivors.” Clarence declared on his way back from patrol, wiping his brow with the back of his hand. Despite it being well below freezing outside, it was warm down here, especially with little air - - something they had adapted to over the years. 

       “Oh yeah?” A woman with red hair and a hard glare sniffed without care, raising her hand to her mouth to stifle a yawn. “He’ll have his claws in them already, no point going down there.” Clarence gave an shrug of indifference. “Nah - he got these ones off of a train - been sailing around the world since the world got fucked.” Audrey lifted her head then, usually SILENT and of very little words she took the larger by his collar, catching him off guard. “What did you just say?” A knife pressed into his chest - she wasn’t going to use it, but he didn’t know that, having seen some of the things she had accomplished over the last several years. 

        “Audrey - chill the fuck out. You just heard what I said - it ain’t a lie - go see for yourself.” A growl of annoyance caused her to push him away from her and stalk down the way he had come - - in the distance she could hear him mutter ‘crazy bitch.’  

       / @jcyfulmess​

[tinakennxrd]

@jcyfulmess

welcome home

i’m not home.

that was her reply the moment bette suggested the idea that she was home. how could tina possibly feel at home? when for one, she was sleeping in the guest bedroom. and two, she was harbouring such a massive secret from bette. their baby - or perhaps, her baby - was currently growing inside of her. 

the moment joyce wischnia came onto her, all tina wanted to do was surrender her anger for bette and go home. she was scared, and alone, and she wanted, no needed, the security and safety that bette provided. she’d cried herself to sleep that night, before showing up at bette’s doorstep. she hadn’t had a single good night’s sleep since sleeping on alice’s couch, or in a motel room. here, she knew she could finally rest.

after unpacking her things in the guest room, tina went to find bette. “i’m going to take a bath. i’m going to be a while. you don’t need the shower, do you?” she asked sharply, keeping up the terse façade she had arrived on bette’s doorstep with.

[spaceraised]

@jcyfulmess​  /  sc  

The story begins in a nursing home. An abandoned dog is given a home. It's a story about loss. Your character offers to lend a helping hand

in a very short amount of time, jami had taught the stray dog some simple commands. perhaps because communicating with him is easier when you understand them. now they’re standing in the hall of a building where the old people go to die. it’s how jami understood it but for some reason dinah didn’t like it when she put it like that. “ why do we have to bring him here? you said i could keep him if he behaved. i don’t think the grannies can take care of him. ”

[indemimonde]

@jcyfulmess​ / melanie & rune.

She had seen the train pass a few times the last few years. Even though humanity wasn’t able to survive this new world they had created themselves, she could. It didn’t mean that she didn’t crave human contact or any contact at all if she was honest.

Rune had heard it coming days before it had arrived at her destination so she had enough time to make a plan to board the train. What would happen after she didn’t know yet, but finally something exciting was about to happen. Before she boarded the train she saw someone leaving it. So instead of boarding it she went towards the woman. She seems out of place, feet bare, her dress long, thin and flowing, her red hair wavy and so long. She wasn’t bothered by the cold at all. “Are you okay?” She asked, extending her hand for the other to take.

[silvertonguc]

Starter for: @jcyfulmess​

     The Royal Arctic Institute buzzed with lively chatter as smartly-dressed men and women milled around, holding glasses of tokay and dainty snacks on cocktail sticks. A small child with brunette hair, that someone had clearly attempted to tame, weaved between them, ignoring the increasingly frustrated calls of the scholar she had talked into taking her there as an early birthday gift, only granted due to the Master being away and the trip being deemed safe enough. The little girl felt as though all of her Christmases had come early. The building was so grand that she craned her neck, wide eyed, to drink up the entirety of her surroundings, whilst darting around the legs of the adults who mingled in small groups. The scholar’s voice was distant now and it felt like a game to the child and her tiny ermine daemon to hide themselves from him. Soon enough, she bumped into an elderly man, who peered down at her through squinting eyes. “Oops,” she giggled in amusement.

     “Who might you be? Where are your parents?” the old man asked.

     “Oh...” Lyra twisted her head this way and that, the beautiful dress of one of the only women she had seen at the event catching her eye. “My mama’s jus’ over there,” she replied, the most innocent smile lifting her sweet expression, “Better go back before she sees I is gone an’ sends out a huge search party! She did that once. She’s rich, y’know...” And it seemed, as Lyra whizzed off in the glamorous stranger’s direction, that she did, indeed, have money, for her outfit was beautiful and her blonde hair flawless. Sparing a quick backwards glance at the man, catching his baffled expression, the child kept a close distance to the woman, hiding her giggles behind a hand. “Pan, look! So pretty!” she gasped, her small fingers reaching and running down the expensive-looking material. Lyra rarely ever left Jordan college and despite many attempts to teach her some manners, the girl did not yet understand it would be rude to touch a stranger’s clothes.