#saycred

[hauntedyoutuber]

just like her father.   @saycred.

[donnanxble]

@saycred​; MARTHA JONES

"two years later and you haven't changed."

with their shared background, one would suppose that she’d been caught in an ill-timed mouth off to a superior. also fitting would be to catch her pacing with a frown that was anger and desperation ribboned together. but that was their past. their present didn’t hold nearly the same type of action. neither a hospital nor an office made them hold the fate of a whole species in their hands.

all that donna had been caught in was treating her sweet tooth and trying to nudge martha into indulging. presenting herself unannounced to the doctor’s home, but not empty handed. it was extravagant, she would concede to that and nothing more.

“you can’t have been thinking i would give up?” she grins, a poor imitation of looking meek. she brings up the large triple-chocolate with vanilla fudge cake, large enough that she has to hold it with both hands, to her eye line. her twinkling eyes and raised eyebrows are barely visible. her now unabashed large grin is hidden behind the treat, but it’s heard clearly in her voice.

“c’mon now martha, i won’t even leave it here. have a cheat with me, yeah?”

[vivrae]

echoes  of  rage  beat  along  the  curve  of  her  back.  resting  their  weight  onto  shoulders.  pushing  her  down ,  deeper  and  deeper  into  the  dirt.  this  is  not  the  first  time  she  had  returned  home  ...  the  hem  of  her  dress  covered  in  mud.  boots  laced  tight  around  her  ankles.  pulled  on  in  place  of  delicate  flats  or  heels  such  as  her  classmates  have  worn.  she  is  a  child  of  the  forest.  it’s  unpredictable  nature  calls  with  every  breath  taken.  and  though  half  her  life  has  been  spent  trying  best  to  fit  the  royal  mold  that  did  not  serve  a  higher  purpose  to  her  heart  ...  she  is  tired.

bag  drops  heavy  onto  the  floor.  wincing  as  droplets  of  the  afternoon’s  thunderstorm  begin  to  dampen  carpet.  but  she  is  more  worried  about  the  cold  that’s  inching  it’s  way  around  trembling  ribcage.      “  i’m  home.  ”      a  gentle  tone  that  doesn’t  seem  to  carry  more  than  a  few  inches.  part  of  her  does  not  want  to  be  perceived  in  this  manner.  wild  eyes.  untamed  hair.  a  vision  of  her  mother  that  terrifies  those  that  had  once  been  called  friend.      /      @saycred​     for  aurora.    sc.

[huntedvideo]

tara carpenter  ,  no one asked you to be here!

              she was right. no one had asked, because there was no one left to ask. her mother was dead, her sister and the man who had raised her both ran off, leaving tara alone. had she forgotten she was only twelve when all of this happened? or that she’s the one who reached out to him, so he could solve the mystery of what had taken her family from her? acting as if they had any other choice but to be around each other caused finley’s nostrils to flare, trying and failing to push down the anger that crept up his throat. she’s ungrateful. and her words sting, they burn him. he was trying. harder each passing day, despite her pushback, her constant complaining about the way they were always running around, never staying in one spot. he’s angry, but the guilt weighs heavier on his chest. he remembers the confusion and the hurt and the frustration when his dad moved them around, too. but how many times did he have to tell her it was for her safety? for both of their safeties? she didn’t seem to care.

‘ you’re right, no one fuckin’ asked. just like i didn’t ask to have a kid with a shitty attitude, ’  or a kid at all, for that matter. fin stood by the fact that he never should have been a father, that he never would have be. there was no room for a child in this lifestyle, and yet, he had to drag tara around from city to city just so she didn’t get hurt, and wasn’t alone. it didn’t matter. it never seemed to matter. brows are furrowed, the man’s breath more shallow than when they had started talking. he doesn’t mean to cuss at her, or raise his voice, but it seems both of them had finally reached their limit.  ‘ you wanna be mad, be mad. but go do it somewhere where i can’t hear you. because you’re pissing me off, and you’re not gonna like what i have t’say if you keep yelling at me like that, ’  hand waves her off towards her bedroom.  ‘ go think about why it’s so damn hard for you t’understand what i’m doing around here, ’  and then he’s turning away, back to his work.     @saycred​.

[murkyhazed-is-archiving]

@saycred​ has liked for maggie w/ kendra.

               ❝   look,   i   don’t   WANNA   shoot   you,   but   i   will   if   you   don’t   tell   me   what   you’re   doing   here.   ❞      maggie   finds   it   difficult   to   TRUST.      after   what   happened   with   the   saviors,   and   her   own   people?      how   rick   just…      LET   HIM   LIVE?      and   then   when   the   bridge   collapsed,   she   just   couldn’t   take   it   anymore.      so   she   LEFT,   to   another   community   where   she   felt   her   and   hershel   would   be   SAFE.      that   was…      three   years   ago?      hershel   is   about   four   years   old   now,   at   that   age   where   he’s   really   starting   to   UNDERSTAND   things.      it’s   got   maggie   feeling   A   LOT   more   protective   over   her   son   and   her   people.      hence   the   situation   she’s   CURRENTLY   in.      ❝   this   place   don’t   just   let   ANYBODY   in.      i   got   people   to   protect.      so   how   and   WHY   did   you   come   to   my   gates?   ❞

[huntedvideo]

             finley never wanted to be a father. or, rather, he realized early on that he never should be. after losing every piece of family that he had, after getting his ex fiance killed, after putting everyone he cared about in harms way because of the work he does, well... having a kid just wasn’t in the cards. it’d be too dangerous, and fin didn’t want any more blood on his hands. then he got an email from tara - a girl who’s mother had been killed under mysterious circumstances. taking hunts on a case by case basis, the only reason fin prioritized hers was because he recognized her mother’s name - christina carpenter, the woman he slept with 16 years ago ( and left shortly after he found out she was married ). with how observent fin was, it didn’t take him long to put two and two together ; tara was his daughter, and now, with her mother dead and the man who raised her gone, finley realized he had an obligation to take her with him.

four years had past since finley solved christina’s death ( rogue vampire ; easy enough to take care of once fin got out his machete ), and though tara had been with him this whole time, not much as changed between them. she still called him fin, and he still wondered every day how he ended up taking care of a teenager.  ‘ how many times do i have t’say how dangerous it is before you actually hear me? ’  he’s driving his mustang at sixty down the highway, headed towards the safe house he had in new jersey. he’d be going on a hunting trip in the next town over, but he wasn’t going to let tara come, this time. some things he had to do alone.  ‘ i’m not takin’ you with me, alright? you act like you’re an adult, you’re literally sixteen. you can barely drive, ’  granted, fin had just started teaching her how to, but that was beside the point.  ‘ i’ll be back in three days, then we’ll, i dunno. chill for awhile. take a break, ’  he keeps his eyes on the road ahead of them.  ‘ sorry, kid, i’m just doin’ what’s best for you, ’     @saycred.

[miercabre]

sc.

her father was a murderer.    gomez wasn’t the first in their family to taint their hands with blood,   their ancestors had been doing so for decades.    it was to no one’s surprise that a family with such a dark history would once again be caught up in a historic case gone cold.    but to be convicted of a murder that wednesday wasn’t sure he even committed ?   PREPOSTEROUS !    it was like cheating your way to first place,   if first place came with an orange jumpsuit instead of a gold medal.    if her father was to be nevermore’s most wanted,   it was only fitting that he wore the title for his rightful crimes.    wednesday could list plenty if the sherif would spare her a second of his time.    but it didn’t matter to the man who took immense pride in hauling gomez out in flimsy handcuffs.    at the very least,   he could have brought in reinforcements to walk her father out with some morsel of dignity. 

the courtyard scene plagued her thoughts as she perched on the edge of her bed while absentmindedly sharpening a jagged edge throwing knife.    like an old film,   the memory flickered uncertainly as if bits and pieces of the reel had been purposefully burned out of existence.   something didn’t sit right with wednesday.    and it wasn’t the fact that @saycred was pacing a hole into her dreary half of the room.    for a long while,    she followed her path with observant eyes until she suddenly said.    ❝    mother,    ❞   her flat tone broke the comforting silence.    ❝   why did you never mention father’s noteworthy accomplishment before ?    it’s unlike you to conceal a body count.   ❞

[slasharch]

olivia crane , why are you looking at me like that?

he isn't scared of his wife. hugh has to remind himself of that. he's scared for her ; of what's happening to her in this house. but, up until last night - when he woke up to her on top of him, threatening to stab him with a screwdriver - hugh did not fear olivia. looking at her now, he has to wonder whether or not she's the same woman who stepped into hill house weeks ago. ' where did you go? ' hugh asks over his untouched breakfast. olivia hasn't moved physically, but she isn't present at this table with him. features easily fall into concern. ' where do you keep going? it's like you're not even here, anymore, ' hugh tries to keep his voice even, though it inches upward with apprehension. ' i'm worried about you, ' @saycred.