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              WICKCDIISMS HAS MOVED TO WIICKCDISM

( Due to the absolute mess & disorganization of this blog, I have moved Margaret to a much cleaner and updated blog! You can now find us over there, this one will be left as an archive. Thank you for understanding! )

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              WICKCDIISMS HAS MOVED TO WIICKCDISM

( Due to the absolute mess & disorganization of this blog, I have moved Margaret to a much cleaner and updated blog! You can now find us over there, this one will be left as an archive. Thank you for understanding! )

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              WICKCDIISMS HAS MOVED TO WIICKCDISM

( Due to the absolute mess & disorganization of this blog, I have moved Margaret to a much cleaner and updated blog! You can now find us over there, this one will be left as an archive. Thank you for understanding! )

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              WICKCDIISMS HAS MOVED TO WIICKCDISM

( Due to the absolute mess & disorganization of this blog, I have moved Margaret to a much cleaner and updated blog! You can now find us over there, this one will be left as an archive. Thank you for understanding! )

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              WICKCDIISMS HAS MOVED TO WIICKCDISM

( Due to the absolute mess & disorganization of this blog, I have moved Margaret to a much cleaner and updated blog! You can now find us over there, this one will be left as an archive. Thank you for understanding! )

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              WICKCDIISMS HAS MOVED TO WIICKCDISM

( Due to the absolute mess & disorganization of this blog, I have moved Margaret to a much cleaner and updated blog! You can now find us over there, this one will be left as an archive. Thank you for understanding! )

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              WICKCDIISMS HAS MOVED TO WIICKCDISM

( Due to the absolute mess & disorganization of this blog, I have moved Margaret to a much cleaner and updated blog! You can now find us over there, this one will be left as an archive. Thank you for understanding! )

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              WICKCDIISMS HAS MOVED TO WIICKCDISM

( Due to the absolute mess & disorganization of this blog, I have moved Margaret to a much cleaner and updated blog! You can now find us over there, this one will be left as an archive. Thank you for understanding! )

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   〈〈 ; P S A 〉〉

( So I’ll be moving Margaret due to how messy & disorganized her blog is here. All threads will be kept unless dropped by other people, they will be answered over on her fresh blog. Background will be tweaked a tad bit, universes will finally be finished, along with navigation & rules. I really want to come back to Margaret again, I miss everybody here & I wanna be able to keep up with her muse. I thank you all for your patience with me, I’m so sorry for being so fickle lately!! )

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--- H E A D C A N N O N

( Growing up was never an easy road for Margaret, due to having strict foster parents whose money held more worth than herself and the only mother figure in the house was in fact the hand-maiden. In the dead of night when the world fell silent and the creatures lurked in the dark was when trouble called her name; with parents who didn’t bother to understand, Margaret was out the window by midnight and in a sea of city’s before dawn broke.

During her teenage rebellion, Margaret had met thee men who changed her world entirely around.

Bryan was a guitarist from Ireland, his father had come on a business request in London where Margaret met him at a bar she weaseled her way in with a false ID. He was older, broader, and had a gig that night before he cancelled it to order her a drink and a song; the two weeks were spent with many adventures in avoiding responsibilities and nights were doused in heated promises that would last for only so long. After his departure, vows were disregarded and the month was spent in heartache.

It wasn’t long until she came across Avellino, an artist whose only strife was getting magazines to look at his sculptures. He was new to England, yet was no stranger to the wild side and in the dead of night took Margaret to a beach on the north coast of France. It was dreamland with stars that spoke poetry and sang the blues for an entire month, up until Margaret’s parents had found her location and tore the two apart. Something that was straight from the silver screen now ended too soon.

Mourning was a thing of the past, in her pain, Margaret wanted a distraction and by mistake fell even harder the third time around. William was a soldier of age 20, giving up his study in psychology to be recruited in the royal air force, and whilst on his one year leave he came across Margaret at a concert. Two months held up in his small flat in London, they made plans to runaway together, to purchase an estate and build their own home. Promises of loyalty once more fooled her into belief, a was even set in place despite the large gap between age, after she accepted William was called back to the RAF early. Though he left Margaret a large sum of money to start, she never heard from him again, nor had she dared contact any of them and was left to believe William crashed.

3 months pregnant with Newt, Margaret was unsure of whom the father was, so she used the money loaned by William to get a flat and dropped out of High-School to get a small waitressing job across the street. A one night stand on her only day off resulted in Newt’s little sister, Arabella, by the time Margaret was 21.

During the outbreak of the flare, Avellino was the only one to perish from the disease. Bryan became partner in the Maze Trial experiment; William had been tested positive for Immunity to the flare and was hired as leading pilot to any aerial warfare that may approach. Including aerial fire if Crank attacks should get out of hand. Neither have come across Margaret since their affairs, nor does she realize their existence within WCKD.

Both Bryan and William do not know about Newt or that there is possible relation to him. The only information they have attained is his appearance in the trials. )

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         The blond heads upstairs, forcing himself to keep his gaze ahead of him; forcing himself to make no eye contact with his mother. He hated lying to her, pretending everything was fine,  but actually talking about it was even WORSE. It made him feel sick to his stomach, like he was going to throw up, and did absolutely nothing to make him “feel better” like counselors and psychiatrists insisted.

He’d rather SUFFER in silence than risk rejection again.

         Locking himself in his bedroom, all he suddenly felt like doing is sleeping. He had homework, yes; tests to study for, but at the moment he couldn’t care less. All of the energy had been sucked out of him, and as he buries himself in his comforter he tries not to feel GUILTY about everything.

        Breaths were tightening as she bottled it within, expression perhaps remained melancholy, but there was no denying the screams bellowing through her head and pleaded to be emitted aloud. That inevitable feeling she was failing him, sinking further as helplessness took its hold and made fingers shake alongside faith. Ideas were running dry, strength becoming even feebler, but not entirely gone and patient determination steadied her actions. She never could find the will to give up.

Margaret puts the cooking knife to the side, spontaneously tossing the fresh foods down the trash. Phone now clutched in hand, she counts money for delivery before the hour passes until its arrival, another breath drags nails down the throat and feet approach Newt’s door. A knock sounds lightly on the wood.

      ❝ Darling, supper ‘s ready, whenever you’re hungry it’ll be on the counter. ❞

A pause awaits reply.

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dreamgrl1998:

me: ugh i’m so lonely i just want love and affection i want to have someone who i care about and who cares about me me: *gets close to someone* gotta blast

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thank you. bless.

THERE IS A COUCH FOR GOD’S SAKE

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Can we just talk about this for a second??