@fullrigor. starter call.

❝   pinky promise ?   ❞

enid  sinclair  (  @fullrigor  )  said  to  bianca  barclay  ;  ❝ not a hugger. got it. ❞

bianca's  entire  body  is  tense  as  enid  pulls  back  and  she  can't  help  but  stare  at  her  with  the  most  confused  expression  that  she  has  ever  expressed.  her  and  enid  have  never  been  the  hugging  type  of  friends  (  hell,  they  weren't  even  friends  )  so  the  way  the  wolf  had  launched  herself  at  her?  bianca  didn't  know  how  to  process  that.  ❝  when  have  i  ever  given  you  the  impression  that  i  am,  in  fact,  a  hugger?  ❞  bianca  asked,  arching  an  eyebrow,  ❝  i  try  to  come  off  as  unapproachable  as  possible.  ❞

@fullrigor : [ 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑 ] ― sender traces a scar on receiver’s body .

they were safe , had been for months now . a different story , when everything started . moody , hungover as fuck working in the giftshop & would like to be anywhere but here . taken a moment to realize that not everything was as it was supposed to be . the guest that had a heart problem , died . which was a tragedy in itself . but it was hushed down , until it couldn't really be hushed down . medical team pretty much torn to shreds , which meant more dead . more roaming . one got into the giftshop , didn't look too bad she guess . until nearly tearing her throat out , knowing her over and head first in a decorative vase . blood , gore , somewhat survived it . not by her own wises : pretty much just screamed her way through the entire thing when coming to . vinny had dragged the dead medic off her , killing it before it could do more damage . not her proudest moment however . left her with a small scar just above right brow , small crinkle of her nose now : his thumb brush over it .     ❝   if you make fun of my first meeting with one of those assholes , i'm gonna stab you in your sleep tonight .   ❞

"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. ❞

@fullrigor | gendry baratheon,  spotify wrapped   / 54. glitch by taylor swift

"I THOUGHT WE HAD NO CHANCE," the confession came as a whisper against Gendry's lips, her soft lilac gaze a silent plea as her eyes met his . . . for love, for grace, for anything at all. In truth, Daenerys knew she was not deserving of the kindness he showed her, of his presence in her chambers when only the moon shone upon them. The usurper's bastard son was a true king, she thought, loyal to a fault perhaps, but her king nonetheless. " – and that's romance."

A smile – and the dragon queen moved from him before lips could touch, her hand settling in his as she pulled him from her bed. "Let's dance."

@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."

@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.

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.

“ are you going to kill me? ”   / scott

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

@fullrigor

@fullrigor. starter call.

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

wednesday  addams  (  @fullrigor  )  said  to  enid  sinclair  ;  ❝ do you always speak in riddles? ❞

❝  riddles?  ❞  enid  raised  an  eyebrow  at  her  roommate,  trying  to  figure  out  what  the  hell  wednesday  was  talking  about.  enid  wasn't  the  one  who  spoke  in  riddles  .  .  .  that  was  pretty  much  all  wednesday.  ❝  i  literally  talk  like  a  normal  person.  just  because  your  entire  vocabulary  is  a  combination  of  a  film  noir  movie  and  an  edgar  allen  poe novel  doesn't  mean  anyone  who  talks  like  they're  from  this  century  speaks  in  riddles.  ❞

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾                   @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  

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?    ”

❝ 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. ❞

@fullrigor | wednesday,  spotify wrapped   / 77. train by brick + mortar

THE NEW GIRL WAS NOT NEARLY as clever as she thought herself to be, the dragon mused, watching Wednesday with careful distance to uncover how she moved through life so apathetic and cold. She watched her plot and plan an escape from Nevermore, trusting or using a normie on the outside – Daenerys could not say which it was. But if she was smart, she would trust no one.

"I want to take the train with you," Dany whispered, grabbing Wednesday's arm in the hallway, "I want to runaway with you." Lilac eyes bore into Wednesday's dark features, burning with eager intent, "I know what you are planning, and I can help."

@fullrigor : a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand .

he is playing unfair . totally unfair , because she didn't want to fold after the fiasco earlier . . . but he makes it awfully difficult to resist . the gesture look innocent enough . she guess . even if she can feel the heat rising in her cheek and the way her heart thud a little harder in her chest . eyes locked with his and it feels impossible to look away . feels impossible to care about anything else in the room at all . even if she knows it's buzzing with life . people dancing , there is music and drinks shared and her parents are here , somewhere . not that they would mind it being him giving her attention , but she didn't want to embarass them . and staring like this , might be frowned upon . swallow dryly as he takes her hand , feels small in his . he leans down and lips brush against the back of her hand , lingering longer than any gentleman would . can't say she mind . can say she mind a great deal . he's confusing & she can't keep up . tongue trail across lips , parting while trying to make her brain work again : at least enough to form a sentence . but right now , she feels a little lost in his eyes and the warmth of his hand and anything else just feels too difficult .