#vtbt.

[prettiestburden]

@hatmaking // cont.

If he wasn't in utter distress already, he'd stop and ask what's got Sophie's got her feathers all ruffled up. He clearly wasn't even looking at the broom aimed at him, thus didn't connect the dots that she was actively cleaning the floors. He was far too riled up with frustration within to even acknowledge it. Then again... even if he wasn't, and he'd have to ask her why she's snapping at him... even in a normal state he wouldn't have noticed the cleaning of the floors.

Regardless, as he stood in door frame of the front door, hand resting on the knob in an iron-tight grip, Howl's steady gaze rested on Sophie as though she was the only one right now that could help him.

“ Something terrible has happened, ” Taking a deep breath, he let it out momentarily after as if to collect himself, eyes shutting close for a brief moment. “ ... I think I've been cursed. And I cannot for the life of me figure out how to make it stop. ” It was only now that panic began to slowly rise within him as the volume of his voice lowered to almost a whisper. “ … Sophie! .... This is a first…! ”

[queenwooooof]

he  is,    quite  naturally,    put  to  work.    if  he  had  not  offered  in  the  first  place,    she  would  have  nagged  him  regardless.    it  isn’t  that  he  is  helping  her,    of  course,    but  that  he  helps  for  a  greater  cause  and  this  eases  any  discomfort  she  may  have  had  in  asking  for  help.    far  be  it  from  allison  to  need  anyone.    it  is  easier,    maybe,    to  need  someone  who  does  not  make  it  feel  burdensome  though.    easier  when  it  feels  less  like  need  and  more  like  support.

she  holds  her  apartment  door  open  with  her  hip  and  lets  @gunbash​  get  inside  ahead  of  her.    it  is  lucky,    she  thinks,    that  they  only  carry  six  trays  of  cookies  each  and  not  the  four  dozen  they  had  initially  carted  across  the  city  in  two  separate  trips.    argent  charity  auctions  are  intimidating  behind  the  scenes  as  a  volunteer,    let  alone  as  a  first  time  (  all  -  by  -  myself  -  as  -  newly  -  instated  -  ceo  )  host.    allison  is  reaching  for  the  wine  before  she’s  even  fully  set  down  her  load.    ❝    merlot?    unless  you  have  to  go.    ❞

☾    RANDOM CHEER.

[scapegrce]

❛   what so you ‘n chrissy are friends now ?   ❜      anything but BULLSHITTING was plastered on tara’s face towards   [ @kintsukuroisouls​ ]   eddie’s approach.      it wasn’t that she wanted to keep her sister AWAY from eddie  ––  hell she could care less what her sister did  ––  rather confusion as to why her older PERFECT sister asked tara to give the METAL HEAD , well , what ever the envelope was.

[defectiveparts]

@mxnsterfxckersx​ / liked.

          okay, so! the thing is, buck likes to think that he's a fairly level headed guy. he has to be, in his line of work. running into burning buildings or other situations where they're not sure of what's going on is just not something he can do like a chicken with its head cut off. so the pacing? that's to get his thoughts in order! to rearrange them in a way that makes more sense, instead of the jumbled mess it currently is  (  side note: it's not working!  ). lips press together as he turns, blue eyes narrowing on the petite brunette. she looks so.. unassuming. it's a trap, he knows it's a trap, has seen it with his own eyes but.. well. curiosity and all that.   "i saw what i saw, right?"   he needs confirmation here. because buck knows what he thinks he saw, and he's pretty sure he's right. but! innocent until proven guilty and all that. minus the court of law, though.

[sectumsemprince]

@imbicilite​ asked:  "Oh... oh dear.. Accident in potions class, Professor?" The nurse asked, as Snape entered the infirmary. // sdfghjk hope you dont mind the random starter

Venomous Tentacula. a quirky, bite-y, temperamental plant that Severus had a use for both as an angry little pet and for his potions. and it was perfect timing that he should end his class before making a fool of himself -- he’d been distracted that day, lost in his own thoughts. the juice of the Tentacula plant had been extracted in demonstration for the class, the uses and detriments explained, all while the plant at his side oscillated and shivered like a cobra waiting to strike. perhaps it was karma that he should mistake the water-like substance for his actual water.  he knew he messed up the moment he swallowed, and after clicking his tongue, swishing what remained in his mouth and swallowing it anyway with a smack of his lips in confusion, Severus excused himself from lingering students and made way to the infirmary as quickly as the burning of his insides began.

his skin is already tinted purple by the time he does reach the infirmary -- it’s impossible to hide the purple on his skin, but easier to hide the absolute madness that was in his gut. his stomach felt as though there was a literal bonfire blazing within, the flames licking up into his chest. the only indication that he is feeling discomfort ( more than discomfort, it’s amazing he hasn’t whimpered yet in pain ), is his pinched brow and the squint of his eyes, and perhaps the arm folded over his stomach to place pressure there. he minds the shorter individual cautiously, seating himself on the very edge of a cot.   “ obviously. ”   he grumbles, breath coming to him just a tad shorter now at the pain in his stomach and chest.   “ Tentacula juice. you are going to give me an antidote to common poisons -- ”   a laboured inhale. a punched exhale. damn, it hurts.

“ but you are to make it from scratch, do you understand?  you will be using different ingredients to the norm. honeywater, instead of plain. mint sprigs, and essence of lavender. ”   a concoction the half-blood prince himself perfected, not that he would openly admit that.   “ go on, now. least i stay purple permanently. ”

[criedwxlfarch]

@lydiamartinx​ asked:   that's all i am to you? a contract?  /  always accepting.

     his jaw clenches as her words reach him, the only sign that he's heard her at all as the rest of his face goes blank. stiles had thought they'd moved passed this, had thought he'd been able to convince her of his feelings, how serious he was. but apparently... he breathes out slowly, releasing the tension in his shoulders and jaw, before turning and letting his gaze fall on her. she's a cross between angry and upset, and all he wants to do is cross the room and comfort her. but he knows that'll lead to being distracted, and he needs to finish what he had been in the process of doing.   "you know that's not true,"   he finally speaks, voice soft but firm, easily carrying across the hotel room they've hidden in for the night.   "but we need this money to get out of the country, and they still think i'm under their employment."   he ignores the vibration of his cell phone, warm brown eyes steady on her, needing to know that he was getting through to her  ---  to know that she believed him. if she didn't... well, this was all for nothing, wasn't it?   "you have to trust me for this to work, lydia."

[lcftwild]

✨ @rayofsunshinc​ / liked.

     “stiles!”   a wide grin appears as she opens the door, surprise widening her eyes as she just stands there for a moment. it’s clear that she’s not fully awake, or processing what’s happening, because it takes a long minute before she launches herself at him for a hug.   “you’re early! i wasn’t supposed to pick you up until lunch.”   words are murmured into his neck, arms loosely wrapped his shoulders, head ducking for a moment before she pulls back and pushes the door open more.   “c’mon. come in. how was your flight?”

[dumewolfa]

* OPEN  TO  MUTUALS.

❝     look  outside  of  yourself     ━━━━━━      find  your  center.     ❞