#hetrembled.
tell me oli, how does it feel to be an actual god? like not to put u up on a pedestal or anything but hot damn i admire u and ur writing sm wow
axl, let me tell you this: you genuinely made my night . i was minding my own business, watchin’ something, dreading my morning ‘cause i have to get up for work in the morning, and then i get this message . my written thanks will never surmount to being a proper thanks, but. . . nonetheless. . . thank you so much for sending this . so unbelievably sweet . my brain cannot comprehend .
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♡ → 𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝚀𝚄𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂 ! -------- ft. @hetrembled
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she’s been crying for a while now. sometimes the planets align just right & everything happens at once & suddenly everything catches up to her. she doesn’t know where to go. if she stays by herself, she thinks the doors will turn against her. it took her longer than she would care to admit just to leave her apartment, standing in front of the door & staring at it, waiting to see who would make the first move. edith had then stood in front of her car for a moment, staring directly at her own reflection to gauge its reliability. no. no, it didn’t have any. (it can’t happen any more -- she killed him; she’d loved daniel & then she had to kill him or be just like all those other girls, blind & waterlogged & unwillingly helping him. but she can’t trust it.) the rain kept getting stronger, even as she walked ... somewhere. the whole time she’s trying to create friction warmth on shaking hands, keep soaked mass of hair out of her face.
there was a point at which a passing car further soaked her. that was when the crying started. don’t drown. don’t drown. don’t -- she’s slipping. she can tell. but she keeps walking, almost mindlessly. it’s instinct to keep going. she’s shaking & soaked, unsure if she’s even really going somewhere at all or just walking till she can’t any more.
her feet finally stop on a familiar doorstep. oh. strange. but it’s another door. she doesn’t want to knock or ring the doorbell or give any indication that she’s existing outside of this house until she stops crying. but she’s standing still -- staying in the water, the one thing she’s never supposed to do, drowning in all the things she usually refused to allow to surface. she flinches when the door opens, green eyes wide like an animal caught where it shouldn’t be. she’s scared. it’s probably obvious, but it’s a rare sight to see. “ i -- ”
she shakes her head, one hand pressing against her forehead. “ s-sorry, no, i sh’ld go, i don’t -- fuck, i’m just -- s’just -- ” a shaky exhale, arms wrapping around her chest. she won’t look up. “ i ... i don’ know why i’m here. i can ... i can go -- ”
@hetrembled. / x.
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INCORRECT QUOTES MEME — @hetrembled
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this cute lil meme → accepting
❝ kill the ache❞ - currents
when even good times are bittersweet
and though at times it seems like a nightmare on repeat
all you have to do is breathe and know that
this is our home now, you and i will never be alone
when you fall down, take my hand, don't let me go
this is our home now, you and i will never be alone
when you fall down, i am yours to hold
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♚ @hetrembled … 💬
❛ give me one good reason ----- why i should wear a dress. ❜
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howdy we haven't interacted yet but i've been admiring u from afar and i am just asdfhsk every time i see u post, ur the definition of too cool for school but like in a not-a-dickhead way yk? anyway ily have a GR8 night/day <3
catch me crying in the club ( read : my kitchen ) rn because this is so sweet 🥺 and literally like the first time in my life i've ever been called cool so i'm considering this an absolute win. i love your blog ( and u!! ) and can't wait for us to get a thread going !
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@hetrembled sent: 00:00:00
The numbers ticking down on her arm had been a focus throughout the day, though, they had been forgotten because of this fight. She usually tended to focus quite well when in situations like these, almost as if years had been spent training her brain for it. It didn’t matter why it started, or who the opponent really was, but just that she was going to win, and she was going to make sure that they didn’t mess with her again. That was always the plan, and she was prepared to do so, UNTIL-
Someone is trying to break it up. This happens every now and then, but the girl isn’t quite expecting it. She’s being pulled back, and maybe it’s the initial chaos of it all that messes with her focus, but it’s that final moment when her eyes see her own wrist that breaks it entirely. It’s just a split second, the numbers on her wrist having gotten all the way down, and that’s enough to pull the air out of her lungs. She didn’t really believe in soulmates, but the timing of it all was a coincidence, to say the last.
Though, that one moment of broken focus is just enough to land a direct blow, knocking the girl over in the process.
A moment is spent on the ground, maybe deserved, considering the fact that she’s let herself lose. Or maybe a moment to think. She was used to the chaos that came with violence, but not the chaos that came with... whatever was happening now. Wrist is brought up to her eyes, just to make sure what she saw was real. And then, the zeroes are staring right back at her.
“Fuck.” It’s mumbled. Though, this could be because of the fact that she just got punched. Maybe.
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𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄. requested by @hetrembled
❝ i know what it's like . . . people whispering all the time. ❞
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𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 ? // STORM WRITERS
WRITERS OF THE STORM, THE RAIN, AND THE SNOW. Angst is your element. You mastered the art of making it hurt, in every way. That quiet hurt of a smile on a crying face. Your words whisper to the lonely ones that they’re not alone. You are able to show your readers a universe where everything’s okay, and even if it hurts it’s okay, because being sad is a feeling that deserves to be felt. Yells against the dark of the night. Screams of rage and hurt, tears running down soft cheeks and white knuckles. You are there, screaming with them. Angry at the unfairness, and fighting it, in the first place it attacks you. In the heart. And you’re the hand, offered to the hopeless. With a delicate smile on your lips, you help people stand up again. The storm writer, the one who knows how it feels, to be screaming in the void, and doesn’t want anyone else to live it too. You are the storm writer, but you’re able to build beautiful reigns of ice and snow, and offer comfort to the ones who seek it.
TAGGED : @sailorvinus ( thank you so much ! <3 )
TAGGING : @hetrembled , @heartlanded , @maskeraide , @whatscanon , @autumnwept , @svmmercmance , @believedtruly , @caspers , @archaevist , @audaciiae + you ! <3
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📜 : 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙰𝙽 𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝚀𝚄𝙾𝚃𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚂.
feat. FERN DAVIES. only for @hetrembled to reblog !
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accepting.
you don't really like me, no,
& i don't really like people
but you're better by default
won't you come through?
COME THRU - JOJI
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@hetrembled / sc.
𝙺𝚄𝚁𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝙴𝚇𝙷𝙰𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳. he’s terrified and in pain and just wants things to be okay again. but it was a rough night, it was terrifying and unlike anything he'd dealt with before. his father had always been scary, had always been overbearing, but he hadn't ever expected it to get violent. there's nothing kurt wants more right now than to curl up and hide and never come back. he wasn't sure where he was going when he left the house, but he can't act surprised when he finds himself outside of ferns house. he hesitates for a while before knocking, standing there with arms wrapped around himself, small and terrified. when fern comes to the door it takes all kurts effort not to start crying, though eyed are still ringed red from when he'd already been in tears. “ hi. ” voice is hoarse from crying, the light of ferns house illuminating the bruises already formed on pale features. he doesn't know what to say, it's clear that he's a little lost. he doesn't want to just show up and cry, doesn't want to just be there to exhaust fern, but he knows that he can't just leave now. ferns already too worried. “ can— can i stay here tonight? ”
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What’s the best way to calm down your muse when they’re angry? && Little things your muse does to show their significant other they care?
𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 → accepting
what’s the best way to calm down your muse when they’re angry ?
des doesn't get angry too often. like, it takes a LOT to get her to a point where it's obvious she's angry lmao. but when she does get to that point, i think the number one thing is giving her space! as a person who prefers to be alone anyways, it's important she has time to herself to mull things over and cool off.
little things your muse does to show their significant other they care ?
she's so nurturing and protecting. she's the type to always ask you if you need anything, or if you've eaten today, or how you slept the night before. she is the world's best listener. if you're speaking, you've captivated her attention entirely. she'll show it through eye contact and facial expressions, won't pick up her phone or any sort of distractions. she takes great interest in her partner's interests/hobbies — their hyperfixations are hers as well.
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♚ @hetrembled … “i am out of my mind.”
❛ i think that’s . . . ❜ adrenaline courses through him, at once both clouding & focusing his mind. IT’S SELECTIVE, NOT WANTING TO WASTE ENERGY TALKING OR FOCUSING ON CONVERSATION. run. run run as fast as you can. that’s all he can pay attention to right now, but he’s doing his best. they’re doing their best. ❛ understandable. ❜ a breathy exhale, lungs burning. a brief reprise, senses at attention, waiting for the signal to continue RUNNING. keats wipes at his nose with the palm of his hand ( a decidedly un-princely gesture where did he pick it up ), trying to ignore the blood drying on it ; the blood that blackens ‘neath his fingernails. he can tell he looks the same as fern --- wide-eyed, tousle-haired, pale with fear & adrenaline. WHAT THE FUCK. princes don’t swear. WHAT THE FUCK. a breath in, raspy. ❛ we should keep going. ❜
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