PSYCHIC BITCH

i wish i wasn’t such a narcissist ; i wish i didn’t really kiss the mirror when i’m on my own ; oh, god !!! i’m gonna die alone adolescence didn’t make sense ; a little loss of innocence ; the ugly years of being a fool ; ain’t youth meant to be beautiful ? dependent erica reyes

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ofscarvves:

he took a moment to BREATHE her in, feeling he’d been denied the scent of her too long. her words were  something he couldn’t fathom. why would SHE apologize when isaac was the one who had so much to be sorry for. “don’t, it wasn’t you. i should have done more. i should have WANTED to help. i did, i swear i wanted to but it was like-” he knew he couldn’t explain it, he didn’t even really know himself. “i tried, when i came to the vault. i tried so HARD. but he saw me and he captured me too, and i couldn’t freakin’ remember anything. i was useless. but then derek came for you, and scott. they came to RESCUE you and boyd. i wasn’t in a fit state, but i should have TRIED anyway. i’m sorry erica. i’m sorry i couldn’t help you.” it felt like YEARS worth of suppression building up inside him, isaac not being one to open up in front of others that often. all his mourning was done in private. 

          she couldn’t help it when her fingers tangled in his shirt. it’d been a long time , too long , yet not long enough. she wasn’t ready to come back , and she could even swear that stiles was somewhere in town , somewhere. ‘ it was me , i ran away , i got me and boyd caught. I left YOU. ‘ she licked her lips as he told his story. part of her just thought everyone abandoned her , why would they come and save her ? especially scott. ‘ why ... you tried to save me ? why would you go alone ? ‘ her jaw clenched , eyes growing soft as she let out a soft breath ; she never meant for any of this.

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ofmagnusbane:

“I did try to tell you I was incredibly old. I’m not sure what you expected.”

          ‘ maybe like ... a hundred ? ‘

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obscvruses:

his arm falling somewhat stiffly back to his side, he tried his best to smile back at the blonde. even if he felt much more comfortable now compared to a few moments ago, he still was unsure on his overall behavior. who knows what he could do wrong to get on her bad side ?  “ it means belief. ” he muttered, his very own name working only as a reminder of his ma. “ you have a beautiful name. i don’t really think i’ve heard it before either, however i haven’t particularly met a lot of people in general. ”

          ‘ belief ? ‘ a beat passed as she pursed her lips before it curved back into a smile. ‘ i wouldn’t say it’s beautiful. it means power , or something like that i think. it’s actually kinda common. ‘ she shrugged , not sure how to react to the fact that he hasn’t met a lot of people. ‘ oh , do you ––- live in a small town ? ‘

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ofscarvves:

he step forwards and took her hand in his, needing to TOUCH her to make sure she was real. he was never really one for physical intimacy, but this was erica. everything he had grown into he’d grown with her. she was his friend when he didn’t really have many. the firsts of derek’s pack. FAMILY. “you’re real.” he looked up at her, his eyes wide as he took her in. he paused before losing sense of everything he had his inhibitions about and pulled her in for a HUG. “you’re okay, you’re you.” 

          she grabbed his hand back , her face softening as she offered a small smile. she couldn’t even imagine how hard and confusing this must’ve been for him. she was supposed to be dead , six feet under , yet here she was ( in new york of all places ). ‘ yeah ––- i’m real. ‘ she flinched a bit as he pulled her in , but as a second passed , she wrapped her arms back around him , pulling him tight and close almost afraid to let go. ‘ i’m so sorry isaac. ‘

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ofscarvves:

maybe it was that he COULDN’T believe, didn’t want to. or that he’d already seen a doppelganger of himself. erica was dead, the girl in front of him HAD to be a doppleganger. but then she spoke, and there was no mistaking it. that night when they had danced with jackson while trying to stop him. “__erica? what- how?” his eyes raked over her, still unable to believe she was here.. not letting himself believe it, not yet. it’d only hurt too much if this turned out to be a bad GAME. someone messing with him. “it can’t be.” 

          she had hoped he wouldn’t be like this, she had hoped he moved on, or even that he didn’t care so that she didn’t have to go through this emotional thing over and over and over again. her death was painful, emotionally and physically, being back was even worse, but it seemed as if she had to relive it every day. ‘ it’s ––- it’s me, isaac it’s me, i swear. ‘ she nodded, expression softening as she took in a sharp breath. ‘ i know you don’t believe me, but i wouldn’t lie. i’m alive, i’m okay. ‘

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thcdarkncss:

“And if you had any sense, you would’ve left by now.” He’d be lying if he said she was wrong. It was the first time in a long time and he wasn’t too sure how to handle it now he was on a new path. “Anyone challenging me intrigues me. But then they regret it. They always regret it. And so will you, if you’re not careful.”

          ‘ yeah well, i don’t really have any sense so, sucks for me doesn’t it ? ‘ she flashed a large grin, and shrugged her shoulders. ‘ i’m intriguing ! that’s such a great compliment, wouldn’t you say ? ‘

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ofmagnusbane:

“Eight hundred and fifty two, and a half.”

          ‘ okay that’s... yeah that’s old. ‘

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ofscarvves:

since leaving beacon hills, isaac had been a bit of everywhere. travelling, running, giving into his WOLFISH instincts more often than not. he’d been with chris for a little while, but realized that he needed to break off on his own. a LONE WOLF is what isaac was. he’d left the pack behind and didn’t look back. not when it had already caused him to lose so much. he’d kept in touch with chris every now and then, just to check that the were both still ALIVE. “new york huh? well it’s not exactly the beaches of hawaii that i was starting to grow accustomed to, but its not the WORST place i’ve been either. so tell me, what do you do for fun around here?” 

          seeing all these people from beacon hills just brought back old memories. the fear she felt just living in that town was so horrible she wanted to leave ( and that obviously didn’t work out for her ). seeing isaac was no different, in fact it was probably worse. she left him, and he didn’t reach out to her, so for an instant, her lips parted in shock, but still, she put on a large smile. ‘ let’s see, we can go to a club ? you know, flashing lights, dancing, crazy lizards trying to kill us, just like the old times. ‘

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          sorry for being so weird with activity ! depression is kicking this girl’s ass right now like so hard so i gotta take a step back and breathe.

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          sorry for being so weird with activity ! depression is kicking this girl’s ass right now like so hard so i gotta take a step back and breathe.

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lalobahale:

cora hasn’t had a lot of friends. in school, she was that quiet and tough little girl who liked running around the playground and then after the fire and growing up in brazil she was that quiet and tough girl who kept even more to herself and just read a lot of books. so boyd, erica and isaac were her first real friends. she had more of a chance of friendship with boyd and isaac than erica. she had a few months with erica and then, boom, another person dead to add to cora’s never ending list. cora listened to her and boy, things must have changed a lot since cora left. could her family be walking around like erica was? ‘cora tried to keep herself calm. cora didn’t cry and she didn’t get emotional– she was tough. but seeing one of your dead friends alive was different. ‘ – you mean the nemeton ? ‘

          it was hard for her to consider what hurt more : coming back from the dead, or seeing a friend come back from the dead. she’d only experienced the first ( although she’d like for boyd to come back too ). erica swallowed a lump forming in her throat, they didn’t get any time. they needed more time. erica needed more time and that was what she was granted by coming back, although it didn’t feel much like a gift, it felt more like a punishment. ‘ yeah ––- the nemeton. it brought me back, i was buried by it and... yeah. ‘

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thcdarkncss:

“You’re very much mistaken. But I’ll let you believe what you want. You won’t be getting whatever is it that you do want.” He’d made that clear a few times now. As much as he meant it, the irritating was beginning to make him think that maybe she would’ve got one thing she wanted. Him to snap. “I would but that means giving a shit.”

          ‘ if you didn’t give a shit you would’ve left by now. ‘ a brow raised at him, arms crossed over her chest as she let out a small chuckle. ‘ admit it, me challenging you is something that intrigues you. no one has done this in a while, have they ? ‘

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          HINT HINT WINK WINK IT’S ERICA’S 19TH BIRTHDAY

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burgcrking:

             while HE may not be happy about being out of riverdale, HOT DOG sure as hell was.  there was a thousand new sights and smells for the dog in new york city ;  it took jughead nearly an hour and all his strength just to get the dog to central park without him sniffing every person and hiking his leg on everything that they passed.  though, it wasn’t so bad once they got to the park.  he’d been smart enough to bring his skateboard !   as long as he could weave around anyone in his path he didn’t mind letting hot dog pull him along.  less effort.  that is  —  until hot dog took a sudden stop to sniff YET ANOTHER person that nearly sent jughead crashing into a trashcan.   ( NEARLY !  but still )   he gave a frown at the dog, even though hot dog wasn’t paying attention to him in the slightest.     “ c’mon, buddy, do we have to sniff EVERYONE here ? “      he glanced at his dog’s newest interest.  tall. blonde. probably have archie andrews drooling if he were here but, FOR JUGHEAD JONES, the sight of her barely prompted a bat of an eye.  he looked back to hot dog.      “ i’m sure she smells great or whatever but we’re busy, pal. “

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          she was never much of an animal person ––- maybe that was due to her severe lack of a real childhood ( she’d never quite find out ), but ever since the bite, since the transformation, dogs are just drawn to her. it was as if she smelled of meat, or dog food, whatever it was they ate. she let out a soft sigh before smiling down at the dog, then back at the owner. ‘ what can i say ? dogs just happen to adore me. ‘ she shrugged her shoulders, before raising a brow at the other. ‘ sorry to be such a trouble, i kinda saw you almost trip. ‘

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ofmagnusbane:

“Significantly older. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

          ‘ try me. ‘

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Erica: So I can either bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4000 degrees for 1 minute.

Boyd: Erica nO THAT'S NOT HOW YOU BAKE COOKIES

Erica: FLOOR IT?

Boyd: ERICA NO

Erica: HOW ABOUT 4,000,000 DEGREES FOR 1 SECOND

Boyd: ERICA YOU ARE GOING TO BURN THE HOUSE DOWN

Erica: I’M GOING TO HARNESS THE SUN TO MAKE COOKIES

Boyd: ERICA PLEASE

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