#inn0cencestrained

[petitsdieu]

˚　　　　✦　　@inn0cencestrained　.　　. 🪐　 ˚　.　　　　 　　.　　　　　　 ✦　　　.　　˚　🌒　　　　. ✦ 　🌍 　　.  @vitalphenomena　 　　　˚　　　　　*　✦ @defideis　　.　　.　　　✦　　˚ 　　　 　　˚　.　*　　. 　˚　　. 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 —bed, wed, & behead: paul, feyd, luras.

[deficd]

@inn0cencestrained / Irulan from here and it's fine

Even in confessions rendered dirt-unclean from the rot of his chest soaked themselves pretty in wrath, in anger. A bite that never stopped to consider the venom-- why should it? He'd take his rear-fanged words and taxidermy them, hang them in the great dining hall that still held greedy stains blessed in uncle. Maybe Rabban ought to have taught him better -- lessons from a beast. Or perhaps Piter; raised by a cobra.

Perhapses and maybes don't offer him anything nice.

"What's the difference?" Lips should bleed with the way he spits it, but that black hole mouth takes in everything. Feyd-Rautha steps closer to her, his fingers digging into her chin. Dooon't look away, lovely princess.

"What are you, then?" There's no accusation in the harsh rasp, nothing that says he'd ever agreed. Or ever known. After all, what is he if not only a body for loan? That Bene Gesserit bitch ought to know. "What are you, Irulan?"

Mine-- in the way a woman never has been. Not like this. In all the ways that make him avaricious, genetically enraptured with Giedi Prime miasma.

--Don't?

"I will, wife." A step; they're almost flush. "I will."

[hell-sam]

Starter for @inn0cencestrained

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It's only been three seconds since Nick stood up from the box he had buried and yet, already, the anxiety had caused him to snap. His fingers, still dirtied with the crumbly soil of the crossroads curled into his palms, a shaken breath escaping him. The man tried his best to release tension from his shoulders, rolling them for a split second before he grabbed at his own head between his hands.

"Where the fuck are you?!" He shrieked, the desperation breaking his voice. "You useless -"

"Watch your tone, empty vessel."

Nick ignored the insult. Not that he really saw it as an insult, it was a truth that he was oh so painfully aware of. The aching emptiness inside him, a hole shaped like his beloved celestial body-snatched. His fingers shifted from the short hairs on his temples to his chest, then to his biceps. Hugging himself subconsciously as he stepped towards the demonic entity shaped like a fragile young man, his gaze predatory as his eyes narrowed and took in the demon's form.

A head shorter than him, and at least twenty pounds lighter. Nick's mind already played around the many ways in which he could've broken this man if it weren't for the red-eyed abomination inhabiting his body. He was aware, of just how frail he was in that moment, yet Nick was unafraid. It was the demon who took a step back despite the hissed-out warning.

"You're like an addict, you know that? You can't keep summoning me every time you get left alone for a couple hours. Sorry, big guy. I can't help you find him." The red-eyed demon shook his head. Giving Nick an apologetic yet amused smile.

"What's the damn point in you? What's the point of being a soul-fetcher with localizing skills if you can't ring up your own boss!"

[xxgotthedevilinsidexx-archived]

@inn0cencestrained Asked:

❝  i’m not heartless,  you know.  i just don’t see the point in wearing it on my sleeve all the time.  ❞ (from bela to Sam)

【༶•⛧┈♛】   ――――    Sam's   brow   furrowed   as   he   studied   Bela's   face,   searching   for   any   hint   of   deception.   But   her   green   eyes   held   his   gaze   steadily,   a   hint   of   challenge   in   their   depths.   ❝   Right,   ❞   Sam   scoffed,   crossing   his   arms.   ❝   Because   you're   just   brimming   with   empathy   under   that   cold   exterior.   ❞   A   part   of   him   wanted   to   believe   her   but   experience   had   taught   him   it   was   much   wiser   to   not   believe   a   word   that   fell   from   her   lips. 

The   younger   Winchester   grabbed   his   book   off   the   table   before   looking   back   over   to   Bela.   ❝   I   have   a   hard   time   believing   that.   Reason   one,   your   lips   are   moving.   ❞   He   took   his   book   over   and   settled   into   a   worn   armchair   across   the   room,   pointedly   opening   the   tome   and   burying   his   nose   in   its   pages.   Dean   was   going   to   get   a   ear   full   for   leaving   him   alone   with   her. 

[deliciousfear]

"Sorry, I couldn't sleep."

Penny offers, his voice low and rough. His head tilted down as he spoke, not looking right up at her like he normally would. His dirty hands are slightly shaking as he tried to wash them off.

@inn0cencestrained // closed.

[zekeg33k]

Continued meme. | @inn0cencestrained -> JAKE. // GWEN.

Abandoning ship hadn’t been his initial plan. Even if he had a past that said that was all he was good at doing. He’d been turned, and amongst the obvious dangers that came with that, there were doubts, and fears that bubbled up in his mind.

Gwen was a hunter, he was a monster. No, it wasn’t so simple, but when your world gets ripped open and replaced with a new one, full of scary things, one’s mind had a way of thinking in black and white to avoid collapsing in on itself. A part of him couldn't help but wonder if a part of her didn't have reservations. He couldn't find it in himself to blame her, if she had.

None of that mattered in the end, because his choice was taken from him. Jake hadn't wanted to be a part of a pack. He was happy with his life. With Gwen. They had plans, and he had no intentions of leaving or breaking their promises. Unfortunately, as a wolf, when your Alpha calls, you listen.

Days, months; Years had passed. Jake was under his leaders thumb, and each time he attempted to fight back, he was reminded harshly of the order. New scars adorned his flesh, most of which she couldn’t currently see.

"South." He answered her, taking in a deep breath. "My pack.. they live down in Georgia." It felt wrong, still, to refer to them as his pack. It was still new, and likely not a good sign that the first chance he got to leave he took. He'd have to go back, but he couldn't stop himself from coming back home.

It hadn't fully been his plan to really see her, he figures after how long it's been, she had a life without him. He hoped she did, anyway. For a long time, that thought tore at him. To picture her moving on, happy with someone else. But, he loved her. Really loved her, and it would be cruel to hope that she'd be alone just for his sake. Jake just needed to be home, to remind himself of who he was. Who hopefully, he could still be.

"I'm sorry." He looked down, avoiding her eyes for a moment. "For leaving. For not calling." No, he hadn't had a choice, but he's had enough time to sit with the fact that it didn't really matter. He'd vanished, and left her with missing pieces.

[impercre]

@inn0cencestrained cont X

He did not like that. The sound of his full name felt wrong sliding out of her mouth. Often it was just Feyd now a sign of their new intimacy. He did not even call of think of her as 'The Princess' now, she was simply 'Irulan' or Kulta and Sydänkäpy.

He liked less the way his question had affected her. It had just been simple curiosity brought on by both the Atreides and their fey comments and jokes. Irulan was clever and understood this new world of the Bene Gesserit. He had trusted her to explain it in a way he could understand as an outsider. He was tempted to withdraw the question completely on that account alone but everything she says makes him restless and he even pulls away from her hand. When has he ever done that?

That name shoots through him like ice. Margot. He’d never intended to tell Irulan of her. He had always liked older women, had sought them out in the Harkonnen pleasure wings and not always to bed but sometimes seeking the kind of comfort only a motherless child could crave. Margot had been older but with her golden hair and Bene Gesserit training she had reminded Feyd of the princess. It had in the past few months become a source of embarrassment for Feyd especially now that he and Irulan had grown closer. In his memory Margot seemed less and less like Irulan just as Irulan was more than what a callow youth’s infatuation had made her out to be.

But he also wasn’t thinking of Margot as he listened to Irulan explain, not completely. He was thinking of the Baron, of sex without pleasure. He’d thought Margot had liked him, that he’d won her over. But he was an object. A thing to be used. Object. And in his mind he heard a deep, basso voice calling him things like 'darling' and 'beautiful'.

"Animals," He said hissing the words. "I'm not an animal!" He stood and began to pace the room the way he always did when agitated. "Am I that to you? Is that why you keep me?"

[neverhangd]

@inn0cencestrained | prev

Elizabeth doesn’t slow—for that, Anne’s grateful. The badgering she could’ve done without, though. Bleeding out is fine, as long as she goes down swinging…but Elizabeth makes a good point. She’ll lead the fuckers right back to them with her staggering about, blood smears from holding her wound then touching a wall littering the way up towards them, and that’s not mentioning the trail of blood that’s dripped between her fingers and down her body to the dirty cobblestone below.

“Fuck!” She manages not to scream the word, at least, knocking her head back against the stone wall behind her. It’s a tight alley and they’ve stopped midway down: bad for an escape, good for a hide. With a strangled, angry cry, Anne relents. She fixes eyes of natural sea glass green on Elizabeth that shine almost as much as the sweat on her face. “Hope ye know how t’do this. It’s—fucking tricky, and I can’t get it myself.”

Anne whips the shirt off over her head and almost immediately shoves a part of it into her mouth, using that as a gag to muffle her scream. Unexpected fire rips through her side where the fuckers got her, growing worse now that it’s been exposed to the open air. She makes no move towards modesty, shirt off and tits exposed, panting from running and pain and probably blood loss. She locks eyes with Elizabeth and nods, dropping the shirt from her mouth to roll it into a better gag.

“Be quick or be dead, aye?”

[storyuntrue]

@inn0cencestrained: I just don't understand how you don't miss me? (From Bela to Dean. I apologize, she’s a shit)

It   takes   him   a   couple   of   beats   before   he   can   respond   to   her   question.   Eyes   empty,   eyebrows   scrunched,   head   tilted,   Dean   stares   at   the   female,   as   if   daring   her   for   those   few   moments   to   take   her   own   words   back.   “Miss   you?   Seriously?   Not   only   have   you   actively   worked   against   me   and   my   brother   on   a   handful   of   occasions,   you   stole   46   thousand   dollars   from   me.”   The   accusations   fly   out   of   him,   his   hand   twitching   to   reach   for   the   gun   tucked   behind   his   belt,   pressing   into   his   back.   “So,   no.   I   don’t   miss   you.   The   only   thing   that   I   could   miss   in   this   situation   is   that   goddamn   money.”  

[gccdstories]

@inn0cencestrained (Nesta) sent an ask to (Cassian) //

❛ i don’t want to be good, no matter how hard you wish it. ❜

Cassian sighed, frustration evident even if he tried his absolute best not to show it. She just had a particular gift for getting under his skin in a way no one else could.

❝ You misunderstand, Nesta. I want you to succeed. I want you to win. I want you to survive. If a few lines must be crossed for you to come out victorious on the other side, I think I can ultimately accept that. ❞

Because as far as Cassian might be concerned, goodness was relative. And sometimes one must bloody their hands to do what was ultimately the right thing, what was ultimately the act that saved the most.

❝ You have the power to save the world or damn it. I know that. I can feel it. And whether or not you want to acknowledge it, you know it's there. But don't be the monster just because everyone wants to think you already are one... ❞

[survivingpierce]

@inn0cencestrained sent: ‘ you’ve been asleep for two days. ’ (from Bonnie)

           "i've been what?", katherine's voice is raspy and she feels groggy as if she hasn't yet slept enough. if bonnie hasn't lied to her, it definitely wasn’t normal; she had never slept two days in her life. wouldn’t you starve and die of thirst in such a period? or was it just too dramatic again?

          katherine wiped her eyes with her hand to finally get rid of the sleep.

          "did you have anything to do with it?" she asked, now that she could think a little more clearly, completely skeptical. was it their plan to sedate her? "surely you all have put something in my food!"

[petitsdieu]

POV ur princess irulan and princess hara playing bed, behead, wed & mash after an existential dread conversation. #spaceprincesssleepover #theoptionsarehell @inn0cencestrained ༊ ‧₊˚

[deficd]

@inn0cencestrained / Irulan didn't ask for this

There's a particular corridor in the castle that echoes just a bit louder, just a bit longer. Footsteps and breaths and screams and everything that can fit in between. Glowglobe-halos cast upon the angular architecture, the blood-sworn paintings, marbled floors that hurt muscle and bone-- they stutter. He's all echo, and all silence.

Beneath it Feyd-Rautha's calm skulks. Amusement finds the tiniest space to root itself at the corner of his dog's mouth.

"Your Witchmother didn't tell you about Vera?"

[godresembled]

@inn0cencestrained asked ❝ 🔪 ❞

She's the most dangerous person he's met.

He doesn't know who she is, only that she has become a regular fixture in his dreams as of late, and that means she's important on a level he can't begin to understand yet. His fate hinges on her, somehow, but the feelings blooming in his chest from the first sight of her blue in blue eyes and elfin features tell him that he wants nothing else.

"I have no intent to harm anyone." His hands are up in the universal gesture of peace and surrender.

[endeavvor]

There are things he'd almost managed to forget — like the way the grass smells at night and the way vindication can appear like flames beneath a gaze. Irulan has that look now as she stares down where he's settled in.

"If you start singing, I'm going to throw up."

spotify wrapped — the good i'll do — zac bryan

@inn0cencestrained

[xxgotthedevilinsidexx-archived]

@inn0cencestrained Asked:

❝  i know you can be better—i’ve seen you be better than this!  ❞(to Damon from Bonnie)

【༶•⛧┈♛】   ――――    Damon   rolled   his   eyes,   his   signature   smirk   playing   at   the   corners   of   his   mouth.   ❝   And   what   makes   you   think   I   want   to   be   better,   Bon-Bon   ?   ❞   He   drawled,   taking   a   swig   from   the   crystal   tumbler   in   his   hand.   For   a   moment,   vulnerability   flickered   across   Damon's   face   before   he   masked   it   with   indifference.   ❝   Sorry   to   disappoint,   but   you're   barking   up   the   wrong   vampire.   ❞   He   quipped,   turning   away.

Why   did   everyone   try   to   keep   saying   that   to   him   ?   Why   was   it   so   hard   for   them   to   accept   him   for   who   he   was   ?   Damon   clenched   his   jaw,   frustration   bubbling   beneath   the   surface.   He   could   feel   Bonnie's   eyes   boring   into   his   back.   Damon   whirled   around,   his   blue   eyes   flashing   with   anger   and   something   else   —   fear,   perhaps   ?   ❝   You   don't   know   me,   Bonnie,   ❞   He   snapped.   ❝   You   don't   know   what   all   I've   done,   what   I'm   really   capable   of.   ❞   Damon   then   scoffed,   but   the   sound   lacked   its   usual   bite.   He   turned   away   again,   unable   to   meet   Bonnie's   gaze.   ❝   You're   wasting   your   time,   witchy.   I'm   not   some   project   you   can   fix.   ❞