#seesgood

[hargrove]

「 -gasp- I have been blessed by @seesgood on this day! 」

[klarsynt]

@seesgood sent: ❝  i killed him but,  now there’s a mess.  ❞

gaze glances down to the aforementioned mess then back up to the woman with a calmness ( one could mistake it for passiveness ) which might seem ill-fitting ❝ i can see that. ❞ if he knows one thing about caroline, it's that messes are not in her top ten list of enjoyments. he has never met anyone as agressively neat as she is. she likes things tidy. perfect. ordered exactly in the way that makes sense. so to see her in an environment such as this—to see her amidst chaos, almost feels as if it is perverse. as if he is witnesses something that goes against nature. ❝ lets start with gettin' you cleaned up first, ❞ he reaches out a hand and brushes a finger over her cheek, wiping a speck of blood away ❝ you let me worry about the rest. ❞

[awalkoflife-arc]

continued from ( x ) with @seesgood / carrison.

there's no way he could have prepared for this, the welcome home from her that's somehow a culmination of every single emotion he's felt in her absence. ❝ care, you don't understand --- ❞ he pauses, chokes a little on the words that he can't bring himself to say yet. she's touching him and it's like their bodies are trying to reconnect; to make up for all the time that's been lost, a collision of fingertips and palms, gripping and pulling and stroking, fighting to feel each other again. whether or not they can admit it though, they aren't those kids anymore. he isn't safe to be around her and deep down, it's something that he's always known. harrison morgan was a ticking fucking time bomb. all of that rage and fury and frustration, the desire for violent confrontation, managed effectively by wrestling, it evolved into something much, much worse. ❝ you don't know --- ❞ what i've done. who i am. how fucked up my life is. how could he even begin to tell her? how was he supposed to look her in the eyes and confess to being a monster?

burying the truth is something he'll have to live with for now because in this moment, he doesn't possess the strength to push her away. he never has. he can't let go of her, his body won't physically allow it so he succumbs to her. to the warmth of her hands, the delicate press of her hips against his, the way her hug is managing to comfort him in ways he hasn't experienced since they last found themselves in close proximity like this. harrison's arms pull her closer, his heartbeat rising in his chest when the scent of her skin, her perfume, washes over him in waves. ❝ c'mere. ❞ he wraps his arms tighter around her, indulging in the pure and blissful sensation of her presence. when she asks him if he's okay, she already knows the answer. they both do. just like he knows that she isn't okay. the second she was back in his embrace, he could sense it. her eyes didn't ever lie, even now, after all this time.

❝ shouldn't you be at college? ❞ it feels like a stupid, insignificant question, one that doesn't actually matter under the circumstances. he's assuming that she stuck to all of the plans she made back in high school; move out, study, party, enjoy single life with audrey. the thought of his ex-girlfriend doesn't even arouse any guilt. it solidifies the fact that he's no longer a good person, but was he ever? the night he slept with his best friend while his girlfriend stayed home was perhaps an even bigger indication of what kind of person he was. harrison's thumb trails lightly across caroline's bottom lip, the texture of her skin soft underneath his touch. he recalls that very night and the morning after.... how they never did get a chance to speak about any of it. he wonders if she regrets it, or if like him, it lives inside of her like a sacred oath. an understanding that their relationship meant so much more than either of them ever chose to acknowledge. you're okay. she sounds so certain that she can take control of it for him, much like she used to whenever he needed her. they threw each other a lifeline, time and time again, for anything, for everything, they were always saving each other but this, there was no coming back from it. his finger moves from her lip to her jaw, her own delicate touch through his hair and across his face allowing him to breathe a little lighter. ❝ you still trying to take care of everyone and fight their fuckin' battles? ❞ it's a rhetorical question, followed by a real one. ❝ who's taking care of you? ❞

[polymusepotion]

in which i’ll never be able to leave this hellsite until lia does.

he doesn’t know how this night managed to go so spectacularly WRONG. it was a simple job with an idiot for a target. nobody was supposed to know he was even there. especially not his hit. but that’s exactly where everything started to get fucked.

first, his target not only saw him, but expected him. was waiting for him. the first time seb moved, his target’s dark gaze snapped to him and he sneered a taunting smile. how did he know? well, that’s the fucking question of the night, isn’t it.

second, there was a bloody CIVILIAN in the mix. a decade ago, sebastian would have shot her himself and just buried the guilt. but that part of his life is past him now. when she refused to cooperate with her captor, who was idiotically trying to convince her sebastian was the real danger to her, the man got annoyed and fucking shot her. it was a non-lethal shot so long as she could be treated, but that still didn’t leave seb much time.

when she was turned into a human shield, seb again considered finishing her off. he hated himself the moment the thought crossed his mind, but sometimes old habits don't dissolve the moment one decides to turn a new leaf. sebastian couldn’t shoot because, for all his faults, the idiot actually managed to keep his head hidden behind hers.

all this left sebastian with just one option. CHARGE. this decision earned the young woman a knife across her throat and a shove in the other direction. the actual fight was quick enough, though sebastian earned himself a few shots to his ribs for the trouble he went through to get his hands around the man’s head before he twisted and snapped his neck.

one look at the woman told him he didn’t have time to dispose of the body tonight. which is why he now finds himself sitting on the coffee table in his flat, his main place of residence, staring at the bandaged and treated woman lying on his couch. she definitely saw his face, so taking her to the hospital isn’t an option. the body he was after tonight is in the boot of his car. he has no idea what the fuck he’s supposed to do now. she’ll live, but she’ll have scars. she’ll probably need therapy. she’ll maybe never laugh when someone sneaks up behind her for a surprise hug again.

seb dips a rag into a bowl of warm water and reaches over her to clean more of her blood off her skin. he’s changed her clothes into a pair of joggers that belong to his sister and one of his t-shirts. the rest of her clothes are burning in his small backyard. when she stirs, his eyes snap to her face. there’s a syringe beside him in case she screams. it’ll put her to sleep long enough for him to get her somewhere safe and leave her there. then he’ll just have to lay low for a while until whatever report she files dies down.

“you’re safe,” he murmurs, hoping it’s the first thing she hears. “you’re alive and you’re safe. nothing’s going to harm you.”

@seesgood

[animadistelle]

"there's something that i need to tell you." // for @seesgood's caroline forbes, from maximus carter.

[merveiilles]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⋆˚  ✧. ┊┊ @seesgood liked!

ㅤㅤ❝You must be Caroline... I heard a few things about you from the brothers.❞ Rose took a few steps toward the blonde woman, extending her hand outward. ❝All good things, don't worry." A pause. ❝I'm Rose-Marie, you can call me Rose if you like.❞

[myhiraeth]

@seesgood sent: (doze) : one muse falls asleep on the other’s shoulder / styxx again

She’s been lounging closer to him lately and if he were honest- he prefers it. He likes her nearby, not only because it would seem as though everyone in her would as soon stab her in the back and call it a favor as they would help her dig someone’s else’s stake out of her back, but because with Caroline around, things seem brighter. The sound of her voice echos in his ears even when she’s not around, making him smile to himself even when the rest of the town makes him want to pull his hair out by the roots. Mystic Falls could give New Orleans a run for it’s money as far as Annoying Cities To Be Stuck In, and it didn't even have his brother in it. 

But Caroline was worth the annoyance. Caroline with the hair like strands of sunlight, with eyes that cut through anyone’s bullshit but never quite reached shades of demeaning or cruel, with a voice that could silence the worst of his nightmares- she was worth mere annoyances and so much more. 

He’d been reading out loud and hadn’t realized she was slowly dozing off as he read his way through the works of Mary Oliver- a newer poet by his standards but a nature-lover that he rather enjoyed- until her head dipped to rest on his shoulder and he looked down to see her eyes peacefully closed, the ever-present furrow between her brows relaxed. 

He pauses; his shoulder can’t be comfortable but if he moves he risks waking her. She deserves the rest, but she deserves comfort as well, and after a minute of deliberation, he sets the book on his leg and slowly shifts his arm out from where it’s pinned between their bodies, reaching to hold her in place with his other hand until he can wrap his arm around her shoulders and let her sleeping form settle against his side. He picks the book back up, flipping through a couple pages. “ There’s a poem I want you to hear, Caroline. ” He whispers, not wanting to wake her. He wants to read it to her, he wants her to see how he sees her. But he’s not bold enough while she’s awake. 

“ Somewhere a black bear has just risen from sleep and is staring down the mountain. All night in the brisk and shallow restlessness of early springI think of her, her four black fists flicking the gravel, her tonguelike a red fire touching the grass, the cold water. There is only one question: how to love this world. I think of her rising like a black and leafy ledge to sharpen her claws against the silence of the trees. Whatever else my life is with its poems and its music and its glass cities, it is also this dazzling darkness coming down the mountain, breathing and tasting;  all day I think of her—  her white teeth,  her wordlessness,  her perfect love. ” 

[bledf1rst]

LAURA KEARNEY plotted starter ➔

@seesgood

Laura didn't particularly feel at home in the busy cafe atmosphere anymore, some indie song tinging from the speakers and drumming against her ears. The coffee she'd ordered was still too hot to drink and she held onto it with both hands despite it being the tail end of summer, sweat licking up the back of her neck. She'd taken probably twelve showers before even considering calling Caroline and kept catching glances of what she thought was crusted blood under her nails.

But no. It wasn't. Couldn't be. She'd scrubbed her hands until water felt like acid instead of cool relief.

" ... So, I'm thinking of a career change, " She finally announced, bottom lip no longer worried by her teeth, " you know, just until Max figures things out. He ... didn't get accepted into the same school as me. It's a bummer. But we're getting past it. " it sounded like lies coming from Laura; she'd worked tirelessly to get into her chosen school, had wanted so badly to become a veterinarian since her mom got her her first dog. Whatever had happened over the summer was making her do a 180, taking back everything that had made Laura Laura.

" I want to investigate the supernatural. Maybe even start a youtube channel. Max says it'll do great, but he's an optimist. I just wanna prove that it's all real, " She sipped her coffee, just shy of burning her tongue. The caffeine had an almost instantaneous effect, " -because it is. I've seen it. "

[heirceleste]

starter for @seesgood jennifer’s body

it’s an end of summer party at the lockwood mansion. the best sweltering and everyone getting in their last minute moments in the sun before senior year starts. kel chose her swimsuit carefully, picking yellow over her usual black, a chambray skirt and matching crop top had covered it up earlier, now discarded along side her bag in one of the guest rooms. and although she should be relaxing, lokelani can’t take her eyes off of caroline.

the sun had set a little while ago, and now she could spot it. the way flirting turned to hunting. and christ was kel mad. these boys didn’t deserve caroline, her lips on their skin, her company. most of them were scum beneath her feet, and lokelani couldn’t take it anymore. standing up from where she sat at the edge of the pool she took walked over to where the blonde stood, some jock that had graduated two years ago in front of her.

pulling caroline away she waited until they were out of ear shot before rounding on her friend with a pout. “i hate watching you with them. is there something wrong that you can’t just snack on me for once? you’re better than them,” kel pouted, resisting the urge to stomp her foot.

[prettytm]

@seesgood { X }

What could he say? Not a lot stunned him into silence, he's always had a mouth on him, always had something quick and witty to bite back but.. Well, it isn't often that a pretty blonde contacts him asking for a protective detail against vampires. First he thinks Gunner or Curtis were fucking with him but after a call to each one.. He's left with the sense that maybe..

Whoever this Caroline Forbes is.. She's the real deal. At least to the point that she believed what she was saying. She had sounded honest on the phone during their second conversation, asking his questions without pause or hesitation and after a background check.. He's more than a little surprised at what he found. Maybe he shouldn't have doubted her but this wasn't what ANVIL usually handled. They had run ins and brushes with Supers but they've never really had to deal with them. And vampires?

Yeah, he couldn't have doubted not when all he had to do was pick up a newspaper but sometimes it's so damn hard to believe anything anymore.

The world was fucked.

Yet there's a lady calling for help. So he packs up and sets out for Mystic Falls, Virginia with a handful of his best and brightest. He isn't exactly sure what he's about to walk into but he's always up for a challenge.

[lcstpaths]

❝ well don’t get your hopes up, ❞  she smiles, easing back against the couch as she watched him.  ❝ i’m terrible at making tea. it always turns out too bitter. ❞  unless, of course, she added sugar and it turned out far too sweet. either way, it never turns out quite right. his mention of expectation makes her throat tense and she swallows. maybe it’s too much. maybe she’s trying too hard. but then again, he might be half brainwashed terrorist, but he’s still half normal guy. steve’s best friend.  ❝ yeah well, doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it. ❞  her shoulder lifts and falls in a half shrug, eyes falling down to her lap as her nails pick at a spot on the skirt of her sundress.  ❝ i just wish i could do more, ya know? ❞  hydra did a number on him. he didn’t deserve it. but she’s no scientist, no genius mechanic. she can’t fix him. she can just…offer tea. and an ice pack.  ❝ besides, i’ve read about you. ❞  caroline looks up, smiling again.  ❝ didn’t really want to pass up the chance to meet you. ❞ 

"MY EXPECTATIONS HAVE BEEN SET," Bucky hums, voice quiet as he feels the corner of his lips twitch up in an almost-grin, before it's fading just as quickly. "I'm sure you'll have no problem exceeding the bar." He doesn't know why he says it, really - as if he wants to reassure her, this woman he doesn't even know. Maybe it's because she's trying to help him, in whatever way she can, even if it's not much. And really, for him these days, it's enough. He lifts the mug to his lips, taking a small sip as he lets the heat from it seep into the metal of is artificial hand. He can feel it, sort of, though the specifics of how his arm worked never really made sense to him. She's right, of course. It's bitter, but then again, he doesn't think he's ever had a cup of tea that wasn't. "My reputation proceeds me, huh?" Flicking his eyes over her quickly, he sucks in a small breath of air. "What have you read?" He can't stop himself from asking, even if he's not sure he'll like the answer.

@seesgood continued from here.

[vyrulent]

starter call || @seesgood​

“Aren’t you a pretty thing...”

These new vampires hold little on her creator. They were blessed by the Devil himself. He’d given them monstrous forms, wings to soar the skies and bring terror upon all those that lived upon the land. And Aleera certainly enjoyed the sheer terror she’d brought to the villagers of Transylvania. 

“I hope I did not frighten you,” steps were silent as she walked around the blonde, heels did not click ( predatory silence yet another gift from the lord of all darknesses ). “I’ve been told I have a light footstep.”

[awalkoflife-arc]

harrison morgan + caroline forbes; when we go crashing down, we come back every time, 'cause we never go out of 𝓈𝓉𝓎𝓁𝑒 . . . .

an exploration of two muses who were never supposed to find each other, but did. a vampire and a werewolf. a cop and a journalist. a hero and a sidekick. a boy and a girl. each other's twin flame, in every universe they find themselves in together. written and loved by lia ( @seesgood ) + dee ( @awalkoflife )

© @multi-royalty <3 !

[lindscys]

@seesgood, continued from here.

the question from the blonde prompted a quiet, low chuckle from the detective. she supposed it was something to be expected, given the position of the shield on her belt. "not at the moment, unless you're about to give me a confession that i'm not expecting?" words were posed as a question, though the somewhat lighthearted expression on her face told the other that she wasn't expecting such a thing. face morphed into a look of disgust upon hearing about just who had caused the reason behind perhaps one too many drinks, and if had been her, she'd likely have done the same thing. "isn't that probably a health code violation?" she asked, head tilting to one side. "who was this guy? you get a name?" a little check couldn't hurt, could it?

[polymusepotion]

@seesgood || there’s a good chance this is the only thread I’ll work on for the foreseeable future. but I need it.

“explain to me how this works, again.” sebastian’s eyes scan the crowded venue where this “dating” event is being hosted. there are people of all ages mingling about. all walks of life. and he’s mapping out every possible emergency exit, every possible ambush, every threat. this isn’t exactly his scene, but susan insisted he join her on account of her thinking she knew what he needed in his life.

she gestures over to a set of kiosks in the far wall. “you plug your phone in, it does a quick scan of your search history and other telling marks that google has picked up on you, and it pairs you with someone else in this room who has the most in common with you.”

he gives her a wan expression. allowing some unknown computer program into his phone sounds like a terrible idea.

“then,” susan continues, ignoring his expression because she knows he’ll have tyson scrub his information from the kiosk as soon as he has his match. “then it assigns you a table where your match will join you once they also have their assignment.”

“you think someone will match with me? given the things i google from time to time?” from time to time meaning almost daily. 

“you’d be surprised. just try it. for me. you’re becoming insufferable. it won’t tell either of you what brought you together. just trust the algorithm.” she shoves him toward the kiosks and, against his better judgment, he goes. it’s reckless and dangerous and there’s a chance he’ll have to run if the kiosk shares anything from his phone with the authorities. but this is what susan wants and seb’s never been good at turning her down. 

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TABLE 13

how very... unlucky. or maybe it’s not. he’s not sure yet. the kiosk asked basic questions. gender preferences. desired age range for partners. the more personal questions he expected: hard limits, things that attract, that kind of thing, were all missing. he assumes it’s because the kiosk gathers it all, or believes it does, from the phone’s history. maybe there’s a way for them to know what brought them together so they know where to start in their conversations, but he didn’t really stick around long enough to find out. maybe that information will be given to the second person. some kind of print out that just says something like murder. 

he snorts under his breath.

and, as if to prove its effectiveness, a glass is brought to him by a waiter. he sniffs. whiskey. neat. his eyes scan the crowd, trying to guess who might join him as he takes a small strip of paper out of a plastic bag hidden within his suit jacket pocket and drops it in the glass. the paper doesn’t turn black. the drink’s not been tampered with.

interesting. he’s still staring at the drink when he feels someone approach. 

sebastian lifts his gaze. “hullo,” he offers with a bright gaze and warm smile. “is this your table?”

[texcsfcrever]

tim annoys his wife !

"Have I ever told you that I love you?" Tim grins his arms banding around her waist to pull them closer together, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. "Because you're kind of the love of my life." @seesgood