i’m alive i just don’t have the energy yet to write stuff atm. super drained by life.
Fionn Whitehead as Stefan Butler in Black Mirror: Bandersnatch (2018)
in any sense of words left in him , 𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥.
he had never travelled before in his life, cooped up only in stifling corners of black rooms and choking smell of blood in dark rooms, until a few months later have seen him in SWEDEN. overwhelming than baltimore and its woods, with bustling crowds and big bricked houses and having nowhere familiar to run to; and yet, he finds familiarity in the dark at the back of a truck, with sharp and cold metal promising hurt by the men who drove it somewhere.
‟ ... ❜ he stayed still behind crates, smelling gunpowder and high risks of uncertainty especially as with every bump on the road, he can only hear the wild racing of his heart and the heat of his mother’s palm on his cheeks. careless, reckless, useless —— surely by now with the reminders of the tip of his father’s wrath on his skin, alex would’ve learned a hell of a curve.
unfortunately, getting separated on their first international getaway is unintentionally not on his list; and hopefully, the german words drilled into him before they get there is enough to keep him alive. before then, escaping capture from an accidental kidnapping - - alex made sure not to make a trace of life when he chose this as a hiding spot - - is the topmost priority. honestly, he should’ve checked the truck first if there’s someone in there before he jumped in to hide ... STUPID !
Some graffiti near my dad’s house. “The urge to destroy is creative”. Do you believe that? Fionn Whitehead in HIM miniseries (2016)
i’ve revamped it from the old one because i accidentally deleted it so here we are! to be added either message @vixexyn or reblog this post with your info in the tags (character name / canon or oc or verse)
- Neil Josten’s Drag of the Century, Chapter 6, The Raven King
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@jozthen said: it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.
Inquisitive gaze lingers, scolding and relentless. One that wordlessly whispers ‘should’ve known better’ every chance it gets. Words are not needed, her expression says it all and, really, is there something left to say but at all? Sometimes a bruise is just a bruise, god knows she had her fair share of those marking every inch of pale skin; like a map of violence, only there was never any treasure to find.
“Listen, kid, you might have charm, but your right hook is abysmal.” She holds nothing back, rarely does. Not that bite that drips form her words, not that grin that tugs at the corners of her mouth. Learning how to defend oneself is vital, at least in her books, and that will be the topic she settles on. Not the bruise, pale and blue, not the implication that it carries.
Water drips down her wrist from the bag of ice she’s holding. They ran out of ice-packs long long time ago, so a couple of cubes wrapped in a towel will have to do. It’s a gesture that counts, is it not? “Maybe we should work on that next time.”
miscellaneous angst starters. || not accepting
he is not built to stand his ground —— his mother made sure of that. better to outrun the nightmares than getting caught back up in them. so natha - - neil learns to bite back complaints , or ‘ whining ’ as mary would’ve placed it if she were still alive , from the other person who at least gave a shit in giving him a fighting chance. literally.
‟ What about the left ? Fared better ? ❜ the brunet reaches for the damp compress; iciness begin to numb fingers that clenched tighter and hurt less than the pain they have to endure against the californian sand. carefully situating the wet bag against his left cheek , liking how the cold dissipates heat and relieves him ... before placing it on his right side to hold it there. the boy shifts slowly and checks which is movable and which is tolerable , assessing damage.
looking up from the floor he sits on , observing the other of unknown origins. how she didn’t mince anything with neil , like his mother did , and how he tries to hold back the fear slowly creeping in his chest. as much as he has respect in females , he thinks how terrifying it would be if they met before within his father’s business circles and that neil couldn’t remember; how this woman could’ve had a hand in teaching him , just like his father instructed lola to teach him. he frowns and ignores the awful turning of his guts inside.
‟ I don’t know why ... you’re doing this. ❜ neil begins with a cautious tone , choosing wise words that won’t offend the lady. why now , of all times , did a beacon appear when he’s almost tipped to the edge , ready to give up ? ‟ What do you get out of it ? ❜
so, i’m required to work full time starting this week 19.04.2020 until i don’t know when and which is why i am clarifying that i am always of low & sporadic activity. as usual, replies and ask responses will be queued, and you can still dm me here though i’m more active at discord (just ask me). additionally, matt is active in wire @mattmrdck_ so come talk to him there in real time (if i’m not passing out lmao). thank you for being understanding and awesome in these difficult times.