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MOVED TO @greatestimpersonator !!

[foreverwants]

doing a mini revamp of all of my blogs (aka i'm just gonna start writing again like nothing happened)

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hey y’all! i know things have been suuuper quiet on my end, but it’s because school has been kicking my ass recently… i anticipate my activity to start picking up next week, after i’m done competing for school (legit so excited to not have practice until midnight 3x a week)!! so excited to write again :)

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just a reminder that both of my blogs (@foreverwants and @huntgrown) are EXTREMELY LOW ACTIVITY and replies take for ever. i’m a law student with a busy ass schedule, and this hellsite is the LEAST of my concerns. i’m here for fun, not work!

that being said, mutuals can ask for my disco – i’m way more responsive there than on tumblr. i love chatting/plotting, but writing takes too much energy from me sometimes!

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Do me a favor? Don't tell Mom.

Justin Chien as Charles Sun in episode 1 of The Brothers Sun

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                        ──────────────                        gentle hiss escapes their lips ,      face contorts in mock hurt before eyes roll in their sockets .                        ❝      ouch ,      stiles .      you wound me .      ❞                        legs cross in the chair ,      fingers swipe at the line of dust accumulating alongside the spine of the book before head shakes .      bella had little interest in the business of stiles’ so - called   𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕜,      felt no need to interject in a problem that could potentially threaten their eternal existence ,      but stiles was the closest thing that they had to a friend in this lousy small town .                        ❝      you place such little value on the beauties of humanity .      ❞                        gaze fixates on the obvious signs of exhaustion registered in stiles’ expression ,      illuminated entirely by the fluorescent lighting and the shadow of the moon across his features ,      scent of fatigue tainting the saccharine scent of thrumming veins .      they were all things that would be barely noticeable to the average human            ⁽ ⁱᶠ ᵃᵗ ᵃˡˡ ⁾ ,            but bella couldn’t help but bask in stiles’ minor imperfections            ──────            so similar to the ones that they had when they still had their mortality and their soul .                        ❝      sleep is important for functioning ,      y’know .      and the people are wrong ,      you actually   can’t   sleep when you’re dead .      ❞

❝      i wouldn’t really say that i’m living either ,      stiles .      ❞                        sarcasm is quickly matched with their own ,      brow raises momentarily before they sit upright .      bella had slowly come to realize that beacon hills was a blessing in disguise            ──────            the local pack almost guaranteed that the cullens would find them .                        ❝      went to sacramento to rehearse with a new band . . .      singer is kinda pitchy but we’ll fix that .      or maybe she’ll be a tasty little snack .      ❞                        fangs are flashed momentarily before shoulders shrug ,      fingers quickly twirl stiles’ pen before hand gestures toward the door .                        ❝      what if we got outta here ?      it’s late ,      they’re probably gonna close soon anyways .      ❞                        not that bella frequented the library in the same way that stiles did .                        ❝      you can just take the book with you .      if we leave now ,      they’ll never know .      ❞

dim eyes get a flash, so brief that it could easily missed, of hope. vampire reads one of the lines with little mental strain, his spine straightening and pen halting in its rhythmic, impatient tapping motions against the crisp paper with unreadable words. as quickly as it appears, it vanishes, his posture worsening as tired body slumps back into the uncomfortable wooden seat. the library seems to struggle to find an appropriate temperature, one second too hot and the next too cold. nerves rise and heart quickens with irritation as he rolls his sleeves up ( again! ) to combat the newest flash of heat.

"so, you're essentially zero use to me," stiles says, unable to keep the exhaustion fueled snippiness from his tone.

regrets it immediately, frowning at his shortened temper but directing sharp gaze towards the book. doesn't take note of the sharp inhale through the vampire's flared nostrils, the way her teeth dig into her lower lip, seeking the metallic taste. would consider letting her take a bite if he did, an overwhelming desire to be doing anything else but this. desperation.

"sorry. i've been here since the ass crack of dawn," eight - thirty a.m., "and i think my eyes are literally about to fall out of my head."

giving credit to her suggestion, stiles tugs the book back into his own personal bubble and slams it closed, swearing that a cloud of dust comically explodes from the abrupt rustling of the unturned pages.

"what've you been doing? living your best life, not slumped over a shitty table that wobbles when you lean against it too hard?"

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fyi if we’re mutuals you have full consent to be as feral as you want in asks and dms

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𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋𝔼ℝ ℂ𝔸𝕃𝕃 !

like this post, and i'll write you a starter! these will vary in length, depending on the amount of muse that i have at the time. as always, mutuals only – please specify what muse you want a starter from.

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                        ──────────────                        arms cradle her knees as dirtied converse dig into the gravel underneath their feet ,      gaze falls upon the other as head nods in agreement .      she grabs the joint from him when it’s outstretched ,      takes the final two hits before cherry is pressed into the pavement .      the joint had been laced with micro doses of vervain and wolfsbane            ──────            entirely unnoticeable to the average human ,      but the only way that nora’s high would last            ⁽ ᵗʰᵉ ˢˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᵇᵘʳⁿ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉʳ ˡᵘⁿᵍˢ ˢᵉʳᵛᵉˢ ᵃˢ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵖᵃⁱⁿᶠᵘˡ ʳᵉᵐⁱⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᶠᵃⁱˡⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ ᵐⁱˢˢⁱᵒⁿ, ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ʰᵃᵈ ⁿᵒ ᵘᵖᵈᵃᵗᵉˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵉᵗ ⁾ .            she lets out a heavy sigh ,      watches as the smoke curls from pursed lips ,      before figure springs upright .      maybe it genuine intrigue ,      or maybe it was just the desperation to connect with someone in the absence of her twin’s presence ,      but nora found herself hanging around steve a lot more now            ──────            maybe he was hiding something ,      the same way she was concealing the truth about herself .

❝      yknow ,      hawkins is not what i expected it to be .      ❞                        small town where everyone knew everyone ,      the perfect place for brenner to conceal his experiments            ──────            if nora didn’t know any better ,      she would’ve believed the mediocrity that disguised it all .      fingers gently brush against her tattoo            ⁽ ᵃ ᵇʳᵃⁿᵈ ᵉᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ˢᵏⁱⁿ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵗᵒˣⁱⁿˢ ˢʰᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᵐᵒᵏᵉᵈ, ᵃ ᵖᵉʳᵐᵃⁿᵉⁿᵗ ʳᵉᵐⁱⁿᵈᵉʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵘᶠᶠᵉʳⁱⁿᵍ ˢʰᵉ’ᵈ ᵉⁿᵈᵘʳᵉᵈ ⁾ ,            a subconscious attempt at soothing the unease that she’d had ever since returning to hawkins .                        ❝      or maybe the town is just really good at disguising its secrets .      ❞

✉ → "it'd be a lot easier if i actually cared as little as i pretend to." / @foreverwants

steve reaches over to pluck the joint from her hand, dangerously close to the point that it'll start burning their fingers. he gives it three more puffs. he uses up one of them, his eyes slightly crossed from looking down at the cherry - red end. the ash falls onto his lap and he wipes it off of his jeans, but it fails and only smears more into the fabric. he's too high to care.

"i get that."

but does he? he shows it to his friends, his emotional side that has only recently made an appearance after years of fitting into a category that he didn't exactly belong to, but to everyone else? maybe. steve has the habit of caring too much and it scares people away. he's often described as sensitive, especially by dustin ( who isn't a good judge on too - sensitive, if we're being honest ) but by others, he could be considered an asshole. okay, he's thinking way too far into this. he passes the culprit of his over - analyzing back to nora, running a hand through his hair.

"that's pretty deep."

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SHORT N' SWEET BY SABRINA CARPENTER.

TASTE.

i leave quite an impression.

you'll just have to taste me when he's kissing you.

just know i was already there.

i'm gone, but you're still laying next to me.

i know i've been known to share.

five feet to be exact.

he pins you down on the carpet, makes paintings with his tongue.

what are the odds, you send me a text.

every time you close your eyes and feel his lips, you're feeling mine.

if you want forever, i bet you do, just know you'll taste me too.

you can have him if you like, i've been there, done that once or twice.

well, i heard you're back together and if that's true, you'll just have to taste me when he's kissing you.

all his jokes hit different, guess where he learned them from.

you'll just have to taste me.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.

i know i have good judgement.

if you wanna go and be stupid, don't do it in front of me.

please please please.

i'm just kidding. but really, kinda.

i know i have good taste.

i know you're craving some fresh air.

everyone makes mistakes, but just don't.

don't prove i'm right.

we could live so happily if know one knows that you're with me.

whatever devil's inside you, don't let him out tonight.

don't bring me to tears when i just did my makeup so nice.

heartbreak is one thing, my ego's another.

i have a fun idea, babe, maybe just stay inside.

it's funny and it's ironic that only i feel that way.

i heard that you're an actor, so act like a stand up guy.

i beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker.

GOOD GRACES.

i won't give a fuck about you.

i'm sweet like an angel.

you really like it being mine.

no one's more amazing.

you do something sus, kiss my cute ass bye.

it's not that complicated, you should stay in my good graces.

i know a lot of guys.

let me give you some advice.

that was cool.

break my heart and i swear i'm moving on.

no one's more amazing at turning loving into hatred.

want you every second.

it's not that complicated.

you do somethin' suspect, this cute as bye-bye.

i'll switch it up like that, so fast.

don't need other guys.

you should stay in my good graces.

dreaming of writing vows, rocking cradles.

don't mistake my nice for naive.

SHARPEST TOOL.

i know you're not the sharpest tool in the shed.

on a tuesday, send a soft hey.

we don't talk about it.

we never talk about how you found god at your ex's house.

we had sex, i met your best friends.

all the silence just makes it worse.

seems like overnight, i'm just the bitch you hate now.

lying to yourself if you think we're fine.

you're confused, and i'm upset.

then you logged out, leaving me dumbfounded.

if that was casual, then i'm an idiot.

all the silence is just your strategy.

you guilt-tripped me to open up to you.

left me with a lot of shit to second guess.

i don't hear a word 'til your guilt creeps in.

we never talk about it.

i'm looking for an answer between the lines.

we were going right, then you took a left.

i don't hear a word.

COINCIDENCE.

she knew, she's got a real sixth sense.

what a surprise, your phone just died.

this week you're holding space for her tongue in your mouth.

now she's in the same damn city at the same damn time.

last week you didn't have any doubts.

she's sending you some pictures wearing less and less.

damn it, she looks kinda like the girl you outgrew, 'least that's what you said.

you've lost all your common sense.

your car drove itself from l.a. to her thighs.

oh wow, you just broke up again.

the way you told me the truth, minus seven percent.

what a coincidence.

palm springs looks nice, but who's by your side?

that's what you said.

BED CEHM.

who's the cute boy with the white jacket?

maybe it's all in my head, but i bet we'd have really good bed chem.

come right on me.

i bet the thermostat's set at sixty nine.

you're not in my timezone, but you wanna be.

make me go.

i bet we'd both arrive at the same time.

i know i sound a bit redundant.

how you're looking at me, yeah, i know what that means.

i was in a sheer dress, the day that we met.

i bet it's even better than in my head.

are you free next week?

where art thou? why not uponeth me?

come right on me, i mean camaraderie.

i bet we'd both arrive at the same time.

who's the cute guy with the wide, blue eyes and the big bad mm?

how you pick me up, pull 'em down, turn me 'round.

maybe it's all in my head.

you talk so sweet when you're doing bad things.

see it in my mind, let's fulfill the prophecy.

oh, it just makes sense.

and what are the odds? you send me a text.

ESPRESSO.

now he's thinking 'bout me every night.

i can't relate to desperation.

holy shit.

i know i mountain dew it for ya.

i'm working late, 'cause i'm a singer.

my honeybee.

you can't sleep, baby, i know.

i got this one boy, and he won't stop calling.

walked in and dream-came-tued it for ya.

that's that me espresso.

my twisted humor make him laugh so often.

is it that sweet?

too bad your ex don't do it for ya.

that morning coffee, i brewed it for ya.

my give a fucks are on vacation.

switch it up like nintendo.

when they act this way, i know i got 'em.

i guess so.

oh, he looks so cute wrapped 'round my finger.

move it up, down, left, right.

DUMB & POETIC.

you're so dumb and poetic.

cherry-pick lines like they're words you invented.

you're so empathetic, you'd make a great wife.

baby, you put us in this situation.

i promise the mushrooms aren't changing your life.

try to come off like you're soft and well spoken.

just 'cause you act like one doesn't make you a man.

it's just what i fall for.

you're so sad.

fuck with my head like its some kind of fetish.

you're running so fast from the heart's that you're breaking.

don't think you understand.

just cause you talk like one, doesn't make you a man.

there's no communication.

save all your breath for your floor meditation.

you crashed the car and abandoned the wreckage.

every self-help book, you've already read it.

"love everyone" is your favourite quotation.

you're so sad, there's no communication.

just 'cause you leave like one doesn't make you a man.

SLIM PICKINS.

guess i'll end this life alone.

he's naked in my room.

the lord forgot my gay awakening.

all the douchebags in my phone, i play 'em like a slot machine.

if i can't have the one i love, i guess it's you that i'll be kissin.

these are just the thoughts that pass right through me.

i am not dramatic.

a boy who's nice, that breathes.

the good ones call their exes wasted.

i'll just be here in the kitchen.

can't find his ass to save my life.

jesus, what's a girl to do?

i'll just keep moanin' and bitchin'.

this boy doesn't even know the difference between "there," "their" and "they are".

it's slim pickins.

the good ones are deceased or taken.

if they're winnin', i'm just losin'.

JUNO.

don't have to tell your hot ass a thing.

can't help myself, hormones are high.

one of me is cute, but two though?

i'm so fuckin' horny.

you know i just might let you lock me down tonight.

if you love me right, then who knows?

god bless your dad's genetics.

mark your territory.

adore me.

wanna try out my fuzzy pink handcuffs?

give it to me baby.

wanna try out some freaky positions?

i showed my friends, then we high-fived.

you make me wanna make you fall in love.

i might let you make me juno.

have you ever tried this one?

i like the way you fit.

hold me and explore me.

tell me i'm the only, only, only, only one.

you just get it.

sorry if you feel objectified.

i know you want my touch for life.

give me more than just some butterflies.

late at night, i'm thinking 'bout you.

LIE TO GIRLS.

i'm stupid but i'm clever.

all of your best excuses.

you don't have to lift a finger.

like you, they'll just lie to themselves.

isn't ideal, but damn.

girls will do it till the day they die for you.

we love to read the cold hard facts, and swear they're incorrect.

it's lucky for you i'm just like my mother.

they don't stand a chance against all the chances i give you.

there's no need to pretend.

girls will lose their goddamn minds for you.

i can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever.

girls will cry and girls will lie.

don't swear on your mom.

we love to mistake butterflies for cardiac arrest.

the girl outside the strip club getting her tarot cards read.

don't say it was just an isolated incidence that happened once.

i've never seen an ugly truth i can't bend.

you don't have to lie to girls.

you don't even have to try.

don't i know it better than anyone else?

if they like you, they'll just lie to themselves.

DON'T SMILE.

you're supposed to think about me every time you hold her.

i don't wanna be tempted.

my friends are taking shots.

don't smile because it happened, baby. cry because it's over.

i think i need a shower.

you can fake it, but you know i know.

i want one of them to take my phone, and lose your number.

i want you to miss me.

you think it's happy four, for me it's not.

cry because it's over.

fallin' faster than the way you love to shut me down.

my heart is heavy now.

don't smile because it happened.

[foreverwants]

𝕊𝕋𝔸ℝ𝕋𝔼ℝ ℂ𝔸𝕃𝕃 !

like this post, and i'll write you a starter! these will vary in length, depending on the amount of muse that i have at the time. as always, mutuals only – please specify what muse you want a starter from.

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──────────────                        claudia was nothing more than a broken saint ,      wings cut off and burnt to a crisp by the very family she’d grown to adore            ⁽ ᵇᵉᵗʳᵃʸᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢʰᵉ’ᵈ ᵃᵈᵐⁱʳᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒˢᵗ! ⁾ ,            crucified for the sins of her past            ⁽ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃⁿᵍᵉˡ ʰᵃᵈ ᵈᵒⁿᵉ ⁿᵒᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ˢˡᵃʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉᵐᵒⁿ ʰᵃᵘⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵉʳ,ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷᵃˢ ʰᵉʳ ʳᵉʷᵃʳᵈ! ⁾ .            the girl’s punishment had been broadcasted on stage ,      sheer entertainment of the mortals who were unaware of the trial’s weight .      the humans were disinterested in pleading or begging ,      somehow acting more monstrous than the very beings they sentenced to death .      it played like a broken record in her mind            ──────            the feeling of her lover burning to ash within mutilated arms ,      the warmth of the sun as skin slowly withered in to nothingness .      for the first time in her life ,      she’d been chosen first            ⁽ ᵐᵃᵈᵉˡᵉⁱⁿᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍʳᵉᵃᵗᵉˢᵗ ᵍⁱᶠᵗ ᵒᶠ ʰᵉʳ ᵘⁿᵈᵉᵃᵈ ˡⁱᶠᵉ, ᵃ ᵍⁱᶠᵗ ˢᵃᵛᵃᵍᵉˡʸ ʳⁱᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᵉʳ ᵃʳᵐˢ ⁾ ,            prioritized over the tainted love of her brother’s desperation .      claudia remembers those last moments as if they’d happened mere minutes ago ,      sees the bloody tears forming in lestat’s eyes as her own vision blurred from the pain .

❝      i’ve lived a lot longer than i should have .      ❞                        she could also remember the moments after ,      the way she faded in and out of consciousness as frail figure is dragged out of the theater ,      the taste of warm iron on her tongue as body slowly heals from torrefy            ──────            she hated herself for drinking the ichor of another ,      for enjoying the saccharine of the holy gift on her tongue ,      but animalistic instinct prevented her from fading into the darkness alongside her betrothed .      there were weeks of broken consciousness ,      days of savage screams ripped through tortured flesh ,      hours of searing pain as she relived the flames consuming her .      she’d spent over half a century being tormented by survivor’s guilt ,      haunted by the memories of her own demise            ⁽ ᵃ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜˡᵉ ˢʰᵉ’ᵈ ˢᵘʳᵛⁱᵛᵉᵈ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵃ ᵐⁱʳᵃᶜˡᵉ ʷᵃˢᵗᵉᵈ, ᶠᵒʳ ˢʰᵉ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ’ᵗ ᵈᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍⁱᶠᵗ! ⁾ .                                    ❝      if i’d been lucky ,      i would’ve died a long time ago .      but the universe had other plans for me ,      it seems .      ❞

claudia had no recollection of her savior ,      no desire to know who had pulled her from the warmth of her afterlife            ⁽ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ˢʰᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵃᵈᵉˡᵉⁱⁿᵉ ʷᵉʳᵉ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵗᵒᵍᵉᵗʰᵉʳ ⁾ .            whoever it was ,      they did her no favors by allowing her to continue on            ──────            the immortal child ,      forever memorialized in prepubescent body with ancient mind .                        ❝      isn’t life just one cruel joke ?      ❞                        delicate fingers wipe blood from the corner of her mouth ,      gaze travels quickly to the corpse at her feet before looking back to @wantsforever            ──────            yet another drunk ,      drained in the alleyway behind chicago’s loudest club ,      the only way she’d been able to feel   ǝʌılɐ   again .                        ❝      but perhaps you understand nothing of my pain .      it’s rare that people do . . .      ❞

[foreverwants]

Louis and Claudia, dancing in the sunlight

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here's to us

for all the bullshit we've been through

for everything we've survived

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                        ──────────────                        as the clock drew closer to midnight ,      ivy could feel their restraints slowly weakening            ⁽ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒⁿˢᵗᵉʳ ʷᵃˢ ᵃʷᵃᵏᵉⁿⁱⁿᵍ ⁾ .            they were both guised by the masquerade ,      putting on a show for all of gotham to see ,      while artfully concealing the secrets that lingered in their shadows            ──────            the skeletons in their closet would stay buried for another day !      coy smile spreads across crimson-stained lips ,      gaze fixates on @qiallos as martini glass is brought to their lips .                        ❝      bruce wayne ,      in the flesh .      ❞                        sultry words come out as a steady purr ,      drink is rested on the marble bar before fingers cross and support their chin .                        ❝      aren’t i a lucky girl ?      ❞

pamela isley had gained prominent esteem after her move to gotham ,      and ivy had no problem playing the role of the wealthy seductress            ⁽ ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵃˢˢⁱˢᵗ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʰᵉʳ ᵉˣᵗʳᵃᶜᵘʳʳⁱᶜᵘˡᵃʳˢ, ᵃⁿʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉˡᵖ ʳⁱᵖ ᵍᵒᵗʰᵃᵐ ᵗᵒ ˢʰʳᵉᵈˢ ⁾ .            and at the rate gotham was spiraling ,      they wouldn’t have to keep the deception up for much longer .                        ❝      and what could i possibly do for gotham’s greatest mystery ?      ❞

PROMPT            //            ❝ if i ask for your help are you gonna make a big deal out of it? ❞

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STEVE HARRINGTON & ROBIN BUCKLEY 4.01: The Hellfire Club

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Trista Mateer — "Ask Again Later"