#wasobscured

[nomajdescent-blog]

@wasobscured​ liked. 

                       ‘      you’re with those folks, huh ?      ‘          new york born and raised , Quentin used to know this city like the back of his hand.  but after attending school and spending most of his time since graduation playing Quidditch , and a lot of .. new things have popped up.   such as the quite aggressively preaching woman standing on a soap box.          ‘      you .. quite as fanatic as that lady over there?  no disrespect, of course.      ‘

[lovedgods-a]

﹡ . ° ⟡ ╳ @wasobscured liked THIS for a fluffy starter // accepting

❛     credence!    ❜  the door to her little suite of rooms crashes open as she exclaims, quickly locking & bolting it behind her as she shakes early snow from her dark curls. fingers, still freezing slightly, grip onto a crudely-wrapped package.   ❛    i got you something! look, i think you’ll like it!    ❜ she holds out the parcel, SMILING at him. technically, it isn’t her who bought the little book, but tiberius, & it had FINALLY arrived from england.

[flyingonaswitch-blog]

❝ I am always dreaming, even when I am awake. ❞

         “ then they can’t be very good dreams.” 

her nightdress is too long for her, drags upon the ground & dusts floors with its hem, tangles in her feet as skinny little legs clamber up, kneel at foot of bed. eyes wide as two small moons gaze at brother, luminous. (when she speaks she speaks in just a whisper, cannot wake mary-lou, nor chastity, can’t wake anyone at all, she’s begun to think she’ll ALWAYS have to whisper). 

                    - - - not very good dreams at all, if they all look like this, like chapel and new salem pamphlets, like mary lou and kids with soup bowls, like dreary rooms, and she’ll only say things like this with CREDENCE, where she’s SAFE, where the truth doesn’t hit like a belt-snap. 

                         “it’s alright, you didn’t wake me. i couldn’t sleep. i think there’s a BAT in the attic, again. i could hear it flapping.” and so she’d wandered, tiptoed, heard him say something, thought he must be dreaming, came to find him here. “so you didn’t wake anyone else, either.” 

it’s so LONELY here, all day, even with the other children, sometimes there’s only HER and sometimes - - well, sometimes ONLY HER feels much too big, like there are seams in her skin and she’s bursting through them, like there’s something she can’t-quite control, and those days she sings more than ever, witch’s awful fates a chant to chase it all away. 

         “don’t make me go back, yet? please? i’ll be very quiet, and i’ll only whisper. promise.”

[gravefate]

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Send 🔪 to find my muse drenched in blood after they killed someone, or send 🔪🔪 for reverse.

Percival was breathing hard, there were blood on his hands, but it wasn’t his blood. At least he doesn’t think so. No. It can’t be his blood.

It’s almost like waking up from a bad dream, the haze clearing from his head as he sees clearly for the first time what was happening around him. 

Dead.

So many dead.

What had he done?

[scamanderiiisms-blog]

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ATTRACTION MEME ;;

If your muse is attracted to my muse’s PERSONALITY, send a★ !! 

“But I annoy people, Credence. How is my personality so attractive if my nature pushes everyone away?”.

x; @wasobscured​

[fcntcsticmuses]

“What were you dreaming about…? You were shouting…”

Newt sat up, feeling abit dazed for a moment before realizing that he fell asleep. Which meant that the dream that had left him sweating, breathing heavy, and slightly terrified had been just that: a dream. He ran his hand through his hair, giving Credence a small smile. “I-it’s nothing,” he said, trying to wave it off. “I can’t even remember it.”

[theheartofthemountain]

Welcome to the Mountain

So welcome to crazy town! Now we don’t bite, well I don’t Ark might try.... 0.0;; Anyway! Feel free to swing by and RP. I do have Plots in mind for each of you if you stop by! =D

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[qceenie-blog]

@wasobscured clicked the ❤

“Here’s some cocoa, sweetheart.” Queenie hands the steaming mug over with a gentle smile. “I made sure it was cool enough so you wouldn’t be burnin’ your tongue.” Sitting down across from him, she keeps herself out of his head as well as she can. But with all he’s been through, it’s hard to shut it off fully. “You hungry at all, I could whip somethin’ up no problem. Anything you’d like, anythin’ at all.”