#telepathandenigma

[deadxpretty]

Chai-chai-chained!

Send “Chained” to have successfully captured my muse for a thread 

He wrestles against the bonds furiously, suit disheveled and torn, evidence of a fight in red on his face.

“I’ll tear you apart! Every one of you! You’d better pray I never escape!”

[darkestshadeofgrey]

Meta: home

Home is a rather complicated subject for Elias. Were he asked, 9 times out of 10 he’d say he doesn’t have one, but there’s still a part of him that aches for the temple on Coruscant, even if there’s nothing left of the place he grew up in that building anymore. There’s also a part of him that’s grown fond of Tahruun as he’s spent more time there, but it almost feels wrong to lay any claim to it since he left so young and took so long to return only to visit on occasion. Truth be told, if anything, Elias finds home in other people. Real, deep connection to others does not come easily for him, so when it is established he finds comfort and the safety to be vulnerable in the people to whom he is connected rather than any physical location.

[isaac-blackwillow]

telepathandenigma started following you

“Hello there. What can I do for you?”

@telepathandenigma

[ejvandr-einarion]

"I don't have to prove shit to you," Aurora laughed.

Ejvandr looked down at her haughtily. “I doubt you would be able to, even if you did.”

[hisatonement]

“What aren’t you telling me?” Riven demanded.

“I told you everything what more do you want from me?” He spits back, “You can see the home because you’re not fucking human!”

He’d tried being gentle about it before, but they’d been through it enough times now that Dennis’s voice was hoarse and tired from repeating himself, and his wrists were red where the ropes chafed.

“How many Goddamn times do I have to tell you before you get it through your thick skull?! You’re one of us.”

[kojiscorner-a]

@telepathandenigma

“...You turned out alright, Tuppence.”

[wolfpackofmyown]

To say Abigail was tense was an understatement. Something had felt off since her night with Liam, and though she did her best not to let it show, she’d been a little more closed off lately. She hated it. She wasn’t sure if Devon really noticed, but even if he hadn’t she worried how it would reflect.

Of course, the fact that it concerned her so much, scared her. Her head was too cloudy now.

So when she sat down at the bar of a nearby restaurant, she was very explicitly trying not to attract attention. She wanted to have a few drinks - and maybe food, though she hadn’t even felt hungry lately. 

She grimaced when someone sidled up to the bar beside her, sitting just a little too close. She tried to focus on her phone, checking through the photos she’d been taking to test its camera - thankfully nothing attention grabbing if someone looked over her shoulder - but he wasn’t dissuaded.

“Hey beautiful, can I get you a drink?” He smelled of cheap vodka and sweat and Abi couldn’t have been less interested. She didn’t look up from her phone.

“No, thank you.” 

“Oh, come on honey,” His hand found her hip and she winced at the reminder of bruises still very prevalent there. She looked up and shot him a glare, pushing his hand away. 

“Hey, don’t be a bitch, I’m trying to be nice.”

The surrounding area went quiet. She looked over at him slowly, her eyes glimmering, just shy of going gold. He stepped back at the murderous look on her face. “You want a bitch? I will fucking show you a bitch.” 

[cantgoanyfaster-blog]

"Are we gonna have a peyote party?"

“We need a large group and everyone has to be okay with being naked.”