#fullrigor

[shadowbrn]

bonnie  bennett  (  @fullrigor  )  said  to  tyler  lockwood  ;  ❛   let’s  be  honest ,  we  kinda  do  sound  the  same .  ❜ 

tyler  lockwood  had  known  bonnie  for  practically  his  entire  life.  they'd  never  been  as  close  as  some  of  the  other  people  in  their  friend  group,  but  they'd  always  had  each  other's  backs.  that  was  what  friends  were  for  in  the  long  run.  they'd  also  been  through  a  lot  of  similar  things  in  life  .  .  .  they'd  both  lost  a  lot  of  family,  they'd  been  through  the supernatural  ringer  .  .  .  hearing  bonnie's  words  made  him  purse  his  lips  in  thought  ever  so  slightly,  ❝  we've  both  been  through  it.  ❞  he  admitted,  shrugging  his  shoulders  as  he  looked  at  his  friend,  ❝  but  i  don't  think  there's  anything  wrong  with  that.  we've  got  each  other's  backs.  ❞

[scribare-archive]

@fullrigor. starter call.

❝   pinky promise ?   ❞

[moonexile]

"we carry our own loneliness with us." ↳ @fullrigor

luther wishes he could say that the feeling of loneliness was left on the moon's floor --  that all his problems were washed away the moment he came back to earth,  and he no longer felt alone.  but his loneliness was never just about the pure isolation he was confined to --- it was always bigger than that.  he's been lonely all his life;  even with his family, as a team, they were never granted the luxuries of friendships,  hardly even with each other as their father kept each of their relationships so calculated. when they all left him behind,  that loneliness only grew,  became so hard to ignore that it almost destroyed him by the time he was sent to the moon.

❝  we don't get to leave it behind even when things are starting to look up, do we?  ❞   he mostly mumbles it to himself as he glances over to her,  his shoulders shrugging.  they are starting to look up;  it's starting to feel like maybe there's hope here,  that he can actually build a relationship with his siblings despite everything their father did to them.  beyond that, he wants friendships,  he wants to know the love he was never allowed to experience -- he wants to figure out who he can be when the loneliness doesn't have a chokehold over him.  she's right;  it may always be a part of him, but he's learning to cope in ways better than he had before.  he's learning not to hide himself away and make that loneliness worse when it starts to get to him. 

❝  i used to think that loneliness was just a part of life.  that that's how things were supposed to be.  but it's not for me,  and it's not for you.  ❞   he brings his hand up,  resting it gently on annie's shoulder,  the physical contact and connection something he's gravitating towards more lately  (  because hiding himself away from that only contributed to his loneliness, too.  )  ❝  you got me.  we can deal with that together. ❞

[dowagergreen]

@fullrigor : ❛ you wanted to be free. ❜ (prompts)

alicent stalls at his words. wanted. the tense of that one is difficult for her to parse and her mind whirls, thoughts tripping over themselves searching for a defense that she doesn't have. this announcement was surely a shock for him, as it was for nearly everyone from lord corlys to rhaenyra and on down the line. despite the push from her father to spend long hours of time in the king's company, alicent is surprised herself. or if not surprised, then she had at least tricked herself into believing there was no way it would actually happen.

and yet it did, and she'll be queen by spring's end. something that should feel joyous or, at the very least, should not feel like this.

but there is no joy to be found when that look of betrayal twists oliver's features so harshly. and the hurt is even worse than that. "oliver--" her voice is desperate and jagged. she's been doing a lot of explaining herself lately. rhaenyra had already raged at her just an hour before. absentmindedly, she begins picking at the skin around her fingernails. it stings but it keeps her focused. "-- just... allow me to explain. i can explain."

[rejectory]

@fullrigor​: “decent people shouldn’t live here. they’d be happier somewhere else.”

not a single humble soul outta mystic falls.

new orleans is his best girl. word of advice: insulting his best girl, who he’d built on blood and ordinance—tourists don’t get to do that.

❝then what’re you doin’ here, huh?❞

a bennett witch he’s got no use for ‘cause she’s precious about her autonomy? what gives?

as though riding the music, marcel leans:

❝sightseeing?❞

that’s exactly as long as she can stay without paying her dues.

[archivedsouls]

continued, featuring bonnie bennett.

sms, silly witch. i wouldn't call it stalking when i'd merely prepared for this failed attempt, can't we both agree that this wasn't a surprise and move on? sms, silly witch. inappropriate? now you've caught my attention. sms, silly witch. for the record, love, i've always been your hero.

[nvrqn-a]

laena velaryon, @fullrigor, said:

i think i've been a little too kind.

rhaenys steps forward, taking her daughter's hand in her own, then the other. she smiles. naught but love for her child in violet eyes. " you could never be too kind. " she assures. laena's heart is pure, and loving, and rhaenys will protect it with her dying breath. she would be damned, if she allowed the rotten world around them break, or change her sweet daughter's spirit.

[codedeargentmoved]

“ are you going to kill me? ”   / scott

"Hm...Only if you lie to me again."

@fullrigor

[nursc-a2]

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾                   @fullrigor​​ asked:    go on without me. i can handle this. (yvaine)

❛      Yeah, well, I don’t think I can handle that.     ❜      Walking away from something, from someone, is not exactly in her wheelhouse.    It is the easy way out.    Just because someone thinks can handle something alone, doesn’t mean they should, and it certainly doesn’t mean she is going to allow them to jump headfirst into the line of fire without someone to help them back.    That is the sort of stupid stuff she does, and as a natural born-hypocrite, Christine is ready to stand her ground.      ❛      Just a warning, you can’t shake me.    So let’s skip the bickering, and just...   accept my help, okay?     ❜

PROMPTS FOR ANGSTY CONVERSATIONS  

[shadowbrn]

jessica  hamby  (  @fullrigor  )  said  to  eric  northman  ;   ❛   this  the  kind  of  thanks  i  get ?  ❜

eric  can't  help  but  stare  blankly  at  jessica  as  she  speaks.  as  far  as  he's  concerned,  he  hasn't  seen  anything  from  jessica  hamby  that  even  deserves  a  thanks.  she's  honestly  more  of  a  menace  than  anything  else,  bill's  problem  that  has  firmly  embedded  herself  into  his  life.  it's  frustrating,  really.  ❝  what  were  you  expecting?  ❞  he  asked,  an  eyebrow  raised  ever  so  slightly,  ❝  you  should  know  by  now  i'm  not  the  .  .  .  ❞  a  pause  as  he  tries  to  find  the  right  word,  ❝  touchy  feely  type.  ❞

[scribare-archive]

@fullrigor. starter call.

❝   if it matters to you, it matters to me.   ❞

[doomdays]

❝ stocked with supplies, like you asked. ❞ ↳ @fullrigor

there's another person here with her now, someone to help --- and yet, that doesn't make any of this feel less overwhelming. there's a part of denise that wishes this was an escape for her: there's another doctor here now, the burden is no longer on her, her time is up. but in her heart, in the place of her mind that is desperate to want to help people and to exceed expectations, she knows that's not an option. she knows it wouldn't be right. as much as being a doctor still terrifies her, as much as it's still the last thing she wanted to do --- it's what she is now; she has to commit to this, she has to help this community that has always helped her. and she has to help him, too -- because that burden doesn't belong entirely on one person's shoulders.

❝ thanks, ❞ she mumbles after a beat, her eyes not looking to him until a while longer. when they do, she takes a deep breath, and her head shakes. ❝  sorry. i don't--- i don't really know what to tell you to do, this is . . . this is all new to me, too. i mean, working with someone. i was -- well, i was kind of thrown into all of this, all alone, and i didn't think we'd ever see another doctor . . . ❞ she trails off, her eyes closing for a moment before she shakes her head and waves her hand in front of her. ❝  --- i mean to say, i'm glad you're here. ❞

[ada1r-arc]

@fullrigor / ygritte said 'you stay right there, where i can see you. don’t move or the next blade i throw at you won’t miss.'

her only movement is the visible gulp of her throat. her body stands stick still, her hands held up near her shoulders, in view for the women in front of her. “all right. no movement, got it.” she says, voice low and calm. she has no visible weapons. no weapons at all, actually, not that you can tell from under her billowing robe. “so, what happens now.”

[archivedsouls]

it’s the subtlety with which her hand falls into his,   the gentle glide of digits against his palm,   the way his own then take to curling around hers as they launch an intimate waltz.    she is a novelty to him,   partially because it’s most infrequent he initiate a dance at a ball held for the ton,   but there was something about this woman,   both utterly foreign and eerily   soothing   when waltzing in synchronicity with his own steps.    his gaze has been long trained on her own,   her remarkable,   radiant eyes shrouded by an ebony mask intricately detailed in ornate emerald.

it’s aberrant the way time seems to be at a standstill as they caper across the ballroom,   solely them amongst the bustling debutantes batting their lashes and sweeping fans across their bosoms. but enzo hardly minds them,   for his sights are on @fullrigor   —   his eyes solely desiring to remain upon her.    “    far too often i find myself frequenting these….   flagrantly glorified balls.    ”    he commences,   a peculiar softness in his gaze as he watches her,   unremittingly.    “    — and certainly i would have remarked your presence even in absence of your appearance. so tell me….   who are you?    ”

[nvrqn-a]

laenor velaryon, @fullrigor, said:

boys only want love if it's torture.

the princess gives her son the slightest of smirks, wordlessly communicating with her offspirng. she nods, as if what he said had been a sage truth of the world. " i suppose so. " she says, secretly glad when she had gotten married, it was not to a boy, but to a man. " and you, my dear? what love do you want? "

[codedeargentmoved]

“ you can’t or you won’t? ”   / chris

"Both." Allison said, sternly. "I'm still getting my memories back, Dad. I nearly killed Derek and Scott." She was loosening her arrows off, and putting them in their case. "I just... I need to take a break from hunting. Until I know who I am hunting."

@fullrigor