#written.

[rubyquarts]

" a driver don't pick the car. the car'll pick the driver. " / @m4tchstick

there was a cloud looming over scott the moment he laid eyes on the car. not only was it a lot filled with some of the hideous looking cars known to man, johnny just so happened to point out the one he didn't want to look at. " johnny- " lips pursed into a thin line, eyes shifting from the red convertible to the man. " this is your idea of bonding? picking one of the worst cars for me on this lot ? "

[ro9ue]

sealed with a kiss ( accepting ) : ❝ someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. ❞ / @billyclubs

       it  was  only  until  matt's  words  that  anna-marie  noticed  the  deep  crease  between  her  brows.  and  instead  of  softening,  her  frown  only  intensified  at  his  remark.  like  a  stick  poking  the  bee’s  nest,  it  irritated  her  profoundly.  she  meant  to  ignore  it,  meant  to  pay  no  mind  to  his  words.  however,  as  the  second  passed  the  annoyance  settled  into  her  stomach.  why  was  it  that  this  is  how  he  decided  to  greet  her,  first  thing  in  the  morning?  she  didn’t  mean  to  ponder  on  it,  as  there  wasn’t  a  actual  reason  to  her  irritation,  at  least  she  didn't  think  there  was.  but  having  matt  comment  on  it  was  like  noticing  a  cut  on  your  finger,  it  only  really  starts  burning  once  you  realize  it’s  there.

       at  last,  she  couldn’t  stop  the  defeated  groan  that  was  climbing  up  her  chest  and  begged  to  be  let  out.  for  some  reason,  matt  really  had  a  way  of  getting  under  her  skin.  and  didn’t  like  it  one  bit.  ❝  mind  ya  business,  maybe?  ❞  she  mustered  him,  sitting  at  his  desk  across  the  room  with  a  slight  smile  on  his  lips,  one  she'd  seen  many  times  before  —  one  she  had  wanted  to  wipe  off  his  face  just  as  many  times  before  as  well.  however,  she  felt  there  was  no  point  to  it.  instead,  she  just  leaned  against  the  door  frame,  arms  crossed  in  front  of  her  chest  (  in  hopes  it'd  dampen  the  sound  of  her  beating  heart  ).  ❝  how’d  ya  even  know,  huh?  ❞

[gyukoken]

one-liner call.⠀⠀/⠀⠀accepting.

“that isn’t necessarily my favorite color, @waraningyo.”

[1ebeaus]

“ we still got work to do, cajun. ” / @ro9ue

“ of course, chère.” remy grabbed ahold of her hand to press a soft kiss to it. she’s always right, he thought. that’s his motto when it comes to anna-marie. but, he had hoped his sweet talking could take him into having a day off. “ there ain’t nothin’ wrong with having a lil lazy day, no? ”

[scalpho]

god i did enjoy neverafter but it's so funny whenever people mention it solely for the purpose of saying things like "i can't believe neverafter was meant to be the horror season when this exists" "oh this is WAY scarier than neverafter" "neverafter has nothing on this". bringing it out just to slap it around the face

[sinclaws]

if clarity’s in death, then why won’t this die? @woefly,

the rose of her beret is clutched by sharpened claws as she lowers her figure to lean against the stone balcony. eyes trace from wednesday to the midnight sky, a sigh of neglect is traipsed through perfected glossy lips. doesn't she get it? it's something that comes naturally to enid, but clearly a trait has not been shared with her roommate. care, understanding, what were these things if not a gateway to enid's soul . . . she is the embodiment of all things good, and wednesday is what seems to be the opposite. where enid lacks in monotony, wednesday excels in her painfully deceptive self awareness. maybe opposites attract, or maybe opposites are simply stuffed awkwardly in the same box of a dorm room. regardless, enid finds a reason to object to wednesday's ideology, now matching the lack of energy in her voice. she secretly hopes the raven-haired connoisseur will ask her what's bugging her, if she gets around to spitting out what she's been thinking.

blonde curls slightly shift to the left in the wind, a piece of anger? sadness? boiling up to her mouth, frothing, as if she had never experienced an emotion before. ❛❛ lucky for me, your stupid case isn't dead yet. you're just ignoring all the signs that you've already figured out. and maybe you should think about seeing things how they are, not how they're supposed to be in your head. if clarity were in death, the world wouldn't function properly. it's like, science, wednesday. and like, i know it's been a few days since we've been friends but do you have to be so... deathly... with all your wording? eugh. sometimes it just gives me chills. ❜❜ eyes shut in an instant, feeling the eyes of her friend(?) on her. what were you thinking, loser? stupid, mumbling idiot. what the hell, enid. head turns almost robotically, eyes frantic, brows furrowed, wednesday's face striking out so elegantly in the night air. ❛❛ and, do you have gum? ❜❜

[archcrowned]

starter for @empressxclaudia​ !!

One last glance at the mirror reflected the sight of a prestigious man with no softness etched onto his face. Instead, hard lines were evident, and shadows danced beneath his eyes. However, none of that mattered since the Empress called for him. The attendant that had come along to deliver the message looked pensive, beads of sweat appearing on his forehead. He was about to open his mouth, but Joseph raised a hand. The move alone made the man turn silent. Joseph had no time as the crown prince to waste, so he trudged along. He was already in a sour mood because of his wife’s nagging. So he could only wonder what the woman who gave birth to him had to say.

Those attending Joseph knew better than to think of him as cruel. In all realities, he was a good prince worthy of his achievements. However, his deep-set rage left a relatively low image on him. Thankfully, they wouldn’t have to deal with him much longer. They escorted him to the Empress, walking along with the palace that remained etched with Italian history. Exquisite art hung the walls, and the floors shined. The maids that were assigned here kept their distance, knowing better than to make the royals angry. In a matter of minutes, they reached the room that held his mother; Joseph took one last breath. His palms smoothed over his clothes before he straightened his posture. The guard outside the door waited before announcing the arrival of the crown prince. 

“Archduke Joseph, the Crown Prince of Anhalt, has arrived, Your Majesty.”

The doors opened and revealed a room that befitted the glory of the Empress. Luxurious furniture and goods all seemed to pale as Joseph noticed his mother, the Empress watched him, and he could only deduce that her gaze felt cold. But he never let their lack of familial attachment affect him. Instead, he placed a hand on his chest and expressed his respect. Joseph had learned at a young age; the Empress expected proper decorum from him more than anyone else.

“Greetings, Your Majesty.” He bowed his head, lifting his head after a few seconds. Straightening his posture, he gave a glare towards the attendants, expecting them to leave. And slowly, they each did until only the supposed mother and son were left alone. “I’ve received your invitation. Did you want me to escort you to the carnival?”

A presumptuous guess, but little did he know that it was a wrong one.