#thrallisms

[sassinalass-blog]

"would things be easier if there was a right way?"

Green eyes stayed fixed on the floor for a long time. A right way. Like her and Al--- Atlas... had. Boy meets girl. Boy knocks up girl. They get married. Life goes to shit. He dies. The child dies. She’s alone again. The right way. But at least, in between the war and the anger and the tears there had been all those years of laughter. Dancing and talking and a few sunrises. There had been Patrick. Dreams and a future worth dreaming of. 

But Rapture was dead. Fallen and crumbling under the ocean. There were no more dreams, just reality. Cold and true and endless.

Moira looked at Jack, smirking softly and yearning not for the first time for a decent tube of lipstick. Missing the familiarity of the hue and the feel of the wax on her lips. “If there was a right way, would ya bother doin’ it anyhow? ‘Cause... I find th’ right way can be pretty dull.”

[subjectwyk--archived]

“Just leave already.”

The boy opened his mouth to argue. Where was he supposed to go? But he closed it. Defeated. Deflating. Anything he was going to say leaving him in a single sigh under his breath rather than as words.

Just leave. He didn’t want to. He’d not done anything wrong had he? Not that he could think of. But then... when did he ever know if he’d done something wrong? It always came as a shock. As much a surprise as the times when Mama Tenenbaum would slip him a candy or Mr. Fontaine would ruffle his hair. 

“I...” He stopped again. Turned to go. Walked a few steps away. He didn't want to be alone. It wasn’t fair. just because the grown up wanted to be all alone and moody it wasn’t fair. IT WASN’T!

Jack spun back around, frown etched into the lines of his face. “NO!” With a stomp of his foot he continued. “You don’t get to decide when I leave. I do. You can’t just throw me away. I won’t let you! So... so.. WOULD YOU KINDLY NOT TELL ME TO LEAVE EVER AGAIN!” The boy was upset, tears trickling over his cheeks. But mostly he was mad. How dare the older Jack try to tell him to go. How dare he.

[sanctamater]

thrallisms replied to your post:okay but real talk comstock wasn’t banking on liz...

//that au sounds amazing

comstock family reunions: the saga

[kingofrapture]

"The man who lies to the world, is the world's slave from then on."

“You’re so right,” Ryan said the words in a low, lazy tone, but there was a real venom behind them. He could see the implication, and it was false. He was not the liar, he was not the termite eating away at the heart of this city. If he had been false, it had been through omission only. He had.. given everything to Rapture. And maybe that had been his mistake. 

[thewholepinata-blog]

Rough touch

14. My muses pushes your to their knees.

“That all ya got, ya fuckin’ freak?” Hector sneered, pushing the alternative male to his knees. Haphazardly preparing to throw yet another punch, he stopped momentarily to take another shot- inebriation feeding his irresponsibility.

“Get up and show me… What you got!” 

[blxxdymessiah]

Rough touch

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17. Your muse clutches their hand tightly around my muse’s mouth to silence them.

@thrallisms

Eleanor was definitely out of her comfort area and in danger, only realizing it as a calloused hand clapped over her mouth and pulled her into the shadows of Neptune’s Bounty, just in time to evade the eyesight of one of Fontaine’s smugglers. The girl tried to hold in her shaking breath as the sounds of the boots faded in the distance.

[littlxsistxr-blog]

thrallisms started following you

The child let out a high pitched scream, scrambling to hide behind anything she could find. Daddy had told her not to talk to strangers - to scream if someone came near her. “Go away.” Called out the sweet, demonic voice.