#recoveriing

[lcstinthewoods]

&&; @recoveriing​

everything fucking hurt. her whole body felt as if it had been ran over, reversed over, and than ran over again by a semi truck, but apparently being shoved out a goddamn window would also do that to a person, alongside temporary to potentially permanent memory loss. fucking great. had she always been so quick to agitate and anger? probably. the doctors had told her basics and need to knows, such as confirming her name ( which thank god she could actually remember that much ), address, and job status, and had given her a whole ass book on how to proceed with the gaps in her memory. fucking fantastic. she also wasn’t allowed to leave yet since she was still technically under critical watch in case her memory got worse or she slipped into some sort of brain damage induced coma. “who the hell are you?” she asked bluntly upon seeing a figure in the doorway, an irritated frown on her face. he didn’t look like a doctor or nurse, so maybe she knew the guy and someone finally decided to check to see if she was alive.

[musesinked]

melaine walked into joe’s bar.

“woah, now you’re most definitely not from seattle. because in seattle, we don’t get chicks like you.” too many vodkas deep, arizona had been admiring the stranger from the other side of the bar before gathering the courage to approach her. courage mostly driven by vodka and shots.

[determincte]

closed starter for @recoveriing based on this !! 

L E I G H had just moved in to a new apartment building.  she was taking a break from the whole scene of films and hollywood in general.  she left her home in the care of her team and found a small place to rent while she went on hiatus.  no one knew where she moved to, except her family.  so it was a shock when she came home one day after she’d moved in and found her place ransacked--the lock on the front door broken.  she’d stayed calm enough on the phone calling 911 and was doing her best to stay calm, but even hearing the knock on the door shocked leigh.  she opened it and tilted her head when she recognized the officer at her door, “atticus?” 

[anenamoredmind]

@recoveriing​

“...what are you doin’ back ‘round here?” colton muttered. he probably shouldn’t have CARED but he was DISAPPOINTED to see her slumming around the old neighborhood she’d been before-- usually looking for a hit. SOMETIMES, he was the one to provide it. he wouldn’t do it, though. Not if that’s what she was fishing around for this time. She’d come too far for someone like HIM to ruin things. “unless this is just a social call.”

[kittywriites]

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The lead role. Fucking finally. And sure, she felt a little bad that it came at the cost of sweet Tracy Thompson’s leg, but it wasn’t like Isla had anything to do with that. Fate was just funny sometimes. And in any event, it was cause for celebration — and celebrate, she had. Enough so to be stumbling up her front steps after her friends poured her out of their shared cab somewhere around one in the morning. Isla was still humming the last song they’d danced to as she pushed her front door shut, but she stopped, fingers poised against the lock. Biting her lip, she decidedly took a step back without clicking it into place, and humming once more, the woman moved towards her bedroom. She was positively brimming with ego and mischief and tequila. She felt utterly untouchable, entirely invincible, and she pushed her bedroom curtains wide open with a devious little grin. To let the moonlight in, obviously. Finally, the brunette perched at the end of her bed, facing the wide window head on. She could only make out her vague reflection in the dark glass. Eyes falling shut, one hand stretched behind her back, Isla allowed the other to drift along her body over her dress, arching into her own touch with pleased little sighs. If somebody did happen to be watching her...well, why not give them a show? She was a leading lady, after all.

[evocatiive]

@recoveriing​​ liked this for a starter

“Okay, I am really not that brave, but I kind of like being scared? It’s a different kind of adrenaline rush than I would get in a game. So what I’m saying is I’m not opposed to us going to that Thrill Extravaganza thing downtown. I just don’t want to go alone.” Taking a sip of her hot cocoa, decorated with a film of marshmallow at the rim, Alyssa bats her eyes at the other and pouts her lips in what she hopes is a convincing expression. “You’ll go with me, right? There’ll be more tame activities there too, like pumpkin carving, that we can do first to ramp us up.”

[bcrgondy]

meme   //  @recoveriing​ :      violet & morrigan // 🛡️  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  protects  yours  from  a  fight.

it happens     in a flash :        the swing of a hand which comes down upon violet only to be abruptly halted by a set of sharp claws .        there’s a growl and suddenly      there is nothing at all  ,         whatever she had been was no more :       nothing but red  ,       nothing but a cloud of dust which rises from the dirt road as folded thighs press to the anchor of the soldier’s chest as she leaps -----    hands pounding   ,      plunging into his chest    ,      teeth ravenous   ,    eveywhere .     all teeth  ,    all claw  ,     there was no woman to be found within the mist of their struggle ,      only a jaguar  ,      a spider  ,      an eagle  .    a metallic taste coats her tongue as a cocophony of animalistic growls and noises makes the very ground shake with terror   ,      following the blood curdling screams of a terrified man who tries to dig his way out   ------     when she surfaces from the chaos  ,        her clothes are torn and muddied  ,      hair in sheer disarrey and sploches of blood covering her body .          morrigan spits a chunk of something fleshy on the floor  ,       crimson trickling down the pale corners of her mouth .       “       damn you     [      ...       ]       why     is it that every time i see you there is   trouble on the rise ?        ”       spits through gritted teeth  ,    bumbling back to her feet rage - fueled  ,   paying no mind to the scurrying man who somehow made it out ,      mangled  ,     limping and without a piece of his ear -------       but he makes it out screaming  ,      cussing   ,      having learned his lesson ,      she could only hope .       “     what ?         if you feel pity for the scoundrel you can go and console him as he   burns you at the stake .       ”