#unferal

[tricktress]

@unferal​​ ( fjord ) liked for a bridgerton / regency starter. 

          𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 –– the ruby, a courtesan of the highest regard at the palace, was both adored and devalued by the populace, but as far as the queen ( and jester, of course! ) was concerned, marion lavorre was beyond reproach. hopefully, that sentiment would extend to her daughter genevieve. 

as genevieve –– or jester, as she preferred to be called amongst friends –– stood by the doors of the town’s most recent ball, feeling self-conscious among so many judgemental eyes, she breathed deeply and righted the the flowers strung through her hair, affecting the air her mama might put on. confidence and regality, and a head held high. 

with that, she strode up to the nearest suitor, a handsome figure with a shock of curious white in his hair. social faux-pas as it was, jester no longer cared. she would give the vultures something to talk about, alright. ❝ good evening! I’m genevieve lavorre. I don’t believe we’ve met? ❞

[asynjja-archive]

                    𝐌𝐔𝐆   𝐎𝐅   𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄   𝐈𝐒   𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐃   𝐈𝐍   𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐓   𝐎𝐅   𝐇𝐄𝐑,   𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒   𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐋𝐘   𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍   𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐀   𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄   𝐓𝐎   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐓𝐖𝐎   𝐃𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐒𝐈𝐓   𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄.   Wolves,   hounds,   feral   beasts …   they   somehow   recognise   her   as   something   DIFFERENT.   Only   a   few   howl.   ASHE   on   the   other   hand,   she   regards   with   indifference   almost,   hands   shuffling   into   the   pockets   on   her   coat   when   she   takes   a   seat.   It’s   not   even   particularly   COLD   in   Arizona.   Were   she   back   in   Boston,   she   would’ve   worn   a   scarf   to   blend   in.   Here,   she   almost   considers   donning   SUMMER   wardrobe.   “   Don’t   give   me   that   look,   I   warned   you   that   keeping   the   team   off   your   back   would   come   with   high   costs.   ”   Particularly   when   it   isn’t   HER   team   to   begin   with,   and   she   not   even   officially   INVOLVED   in   the   investigation.   “   I   bought   you   coffee.   The   way   you   like   it.   ”

@unferal​ .   sc .

[fifthbornforrester]

@unferal​​ said “ if we carve our initials in a tree no one will know.” from myranda!

THERE ARE EYES EVERYWHERE. SURELY, SOMEONE WOULD SEE IT. Mayhaps it is was very tiny no one will notice. Maybe mice and rabbits can see it, but it will just appear as gibberish to them. Then it will be for the mice and rabbits. 

Talia’s eyes shift from the bark to the other woman beside her, her hand outstretching to her. 

“Can I have your dagger?” 

secret relationship .

[wistcrias-arch2]

cr starter call : @unferal​​ liked for pike. 

         ❝ 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬, 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐬. but ah- allura wanted something a little more private, and hey! I wasn’t going to argue with that, you know? all that pomp and circumstance shit just isn’t for me. anyway, I’m married to the coolest woman in the world, and it’s fucking awesome. don’t let anyone tell you any different. ❞ kima glances at scanlan in the corner, playing cards with grog, who’s tongue was peeking out of the corner of his mouth as he strained himself in deep thought. okay, maybe just thought. ❝ you gonna marry him one day? ❞

[burnselfs]

@unferal    —    “ i  don’t  know,  it  sounds  awfully  dangerous . . . ”   (  pike  to  vax  )

HIS   GRIN   FLASHES   UP   AT   HER.         he   sits   atop   the   makeshift   sled,   knees   bunched   up   to   his   chest,   scanlan   ready   and   rearing   to   go   down   the   hill      —      more   like   small   mountain,   if   they’re   being   honest   with   themselves      —      in   front   of   him.      vax   has   hold   of   him,   of   course!      they’re   being   .   .   .      moderately   safe.   

“      but   it’s   going   to   be   so   much   fun,      ”            he   protests,   still   grinning.      the   cold   invigorates,   as   does   the   time   away   from   the   chaos   and   the   madness   of   their   usual   days.      he   finds   a   smile   easy   to   come   by   today   as   well,   and   that’s   something   to   celebrate      —      always   something   to   celebrate,   as   he’s   learned.            “      besides,   the   snow   is   soft,   pickle.      we’ll   be   just   fine.      we’ll   be   even   finer,   however,   if   you   come   with   us.      there’s   plenty   of   room!      ”            usually,   it’s   grog   with   both   gnomes   piled   atop   him,   but   vax’ildan   will   take   his   turn   as   well.   

[arcrootkill]

quincy   @unferal   asked   :   ❛ you can be honest with me. ❜   

eyebrows raise with intrigue / bright hues shining with renewed curiosity as they scan you from head to toe / her lips curling into a foreboding gin, baring teeth made to cut through flesh like a knife. clearly you do not realise what you are asking for / & even if you did, it’d stand to reason that you wouldn’t like the answer / for in her case, the truth is uglier than the lie. “ the real question is, ” she purrs as she steps closer / gently taking hold of your chin between her thumb & index / her intense gaze boring deeply into yours. “ can you handle it ? ” 

[redemptioninterlude]

“ it’s not impressive , no one’s impressed ” rue + fezco!

buzzfeed unsolved meme ( accepting ) + @unferal // fez

               It’s weird that they’re hospital buddies.

That fact kind of sticks, and like, she can’t really forget the sight of him being wheeled in with that gunshot wound - it’s a FUCKING MIRACLE that he even survives it to be honest, but they don’t really talk about that, or the way that she screamed when he was rushed on by, by people who didn’t know him, who didn’t care if he lived or died... she wonders who’s taking care of Ashtray and their grandma, and if this is because she asked him to take care of Nate Jacobs. Because she’s pretty fucking sure that he’s the reason that Fez’ house got raided, and along with all the other guilty things that pile up along her spine, this too, weighs in - and she worries and worries and worries until Maddy comes by and says he’s fine, she like, just checked and he totally made it.

                                      They eat jello together in the cafeteria.

She tells him that Jules is gone and he just goes shit. Only he pulls out the word, he makes it sound like sheeeeeet, and she wants to say more about it but she can’t. It’s too obvious that she’s the reason that Rue’s relapsed but like, if it wasn’t her, she’s pretty sure it would have been something else, at some point. BEING HERE makes you realize how fucking weak you are, how much you’ve given up, and, her usual way of waxing poetic on unrelated tangents fucking fails her beneath the harsher glow of the lights, or maybe it’s the way he’s looking at her now. He said it hadn’t he? That he didn’t want to help her kill herself, and yet the both of them managed to look down the metaphorical and literal barrel of the gun, and find -

- that they could make it through to the other side. Rue wants to say this is some inspiring, life changing event, but it’s not. Just like it isn’t really with him, they have, old habits to find, more people to disappoint. But she’s really fucking happy he’s alive if she’s being honest, saying nothing with pursed lips and an exhaustion that wears at the edges of her eyes, even though, she’ll be honest... “I love the hospital. It feels like... well. Being freed of so much bullshit and responsibility.” which only earns a SNORT of incredulity from him, poor Fez, he’s seen her through some real shit now. He isn’t impressed, but she cracks a smile anyways, stretching out over the table, long arms, draped until they can grasp onto the other side, his side. “What? You don’t think it’s cool to come back from the dead? Face it Fez. We’re pretty much fuckin’ superheroes now. With great power comes great responsibility, and all that.”

[redemptioninterlude]

❛ i broke my own heart when i fell for you. ❜ rue + lexi!!

one sentence poetry meme ( accepting ) + @unferal // lexi

Lexi’s there when she wakes up in the hospital. And it’s kind of fucked up because she’s still in her prom dress, mascara smudged in a way that lets her know that she’s been crying, and, while the jolt of waking up in a strange place is shocking, it oddly hurts less the second time. An unfamiliar ceiling... but a familiar silhouette that she can tell is still hung over from last night’s revelries, and she wonders where her mom is, or Gia, and thinks, maybe they’re in the cafeteria. Is left to SUFFER knowing the disappointment that she’s brought onto all of them again, head turning to feel that nauseating rush that comes from going too hard after a stretch of sobriety...

And while she doesn’t mean to, she’s crying, fuck, she’s so god damn pathetic, and Lexi wakes, looking at her with that rounded confusion that she suppose stuck with her since she arrived. The see-sawing emotional range of anger and relief, she knows it too well, wanting to tell her that she’s REALLY FUCKING SORRY for this, and she told her that she’s a burden, didn’t she? How that feels an almost insurmountable climb to feeling just okay, and, she’s fucking selfish isn’t she, knowing that she’d be here again, but so desperate in the moment to drown out the reality in which Jules was gone.

                  A fact that she’s sure escapes nobody here, despite the chaos.

“Hey you.” her voice sounds fucking cracked, tongue hesitant to swipe over her lips, dried as all hell by now. “I’m...” the SORRY doesn’t quite make it, Lexi’s there at the side of her bed with her hand squeezing onto hers, as she says something that she’s pretty fucking glad her mom’s not here to overhear, and it shouldn’t be like this, love proclamations in sterilized hallways that smelled like bleach and urine, but here she is. And regretting it too. Yeah, well, everybody leaves me, don’t they? But Rue isn’t bitter, just, cries as she tries to get the words out, she doesn’t mean to hurt Lexi like this, doesn’t know why, she’d even want to love her in the first place. Of all people in the world, Lexi’s had a front row seat to her fuck ups since the age of 5. And all she’s done is take it for granted, holding on, all the more desperately, to the hand that feels limp within her own. “Don’t, I’m... I’m useless, I’m...” 

                                           She’s pretty sure she’s not even done breaking it.