@confidcnces Asked : O7 Sender Wraps Their Arms Around A Hysterical Receiver To Calm Them . @dru Bc I

@confidcnces​​ asked :     ∗ o7﹕ sender  wraps  their  arms  around  a  hysterical  receiver  to  calm  them .   @dru bc i choose violence .

she smothers her sorrow   with hope ,      holding it    hostage   inside this gilded cage of a chest ;    but  the weight of the world is too heavy for a soul to carry alone ,       so it ravenously claws its way out  ,      tearing at the well of her     pale ,      untarnished throat that aches for release .    “   i couldn’t —      i…          i     couldn’t help   ,    i couldn’t do anything  !     "            do not crumble ,    do not crumble ;       she will repeat like a mantra  ,     praying those wobbly knees will someday ,    become a fortress  .      that she will never again be unmade by grief  .             "    why can’t i help anyone ...     "      anguished sobs   are quelled into another’s chest  ,       and she finds there is no rage inside ,     there is no   fire to spill ,       only water .    her crown of dark hair pours down their arms like    a splatter of black ink  ,     and her entire body shakes like a collapsing catedral ,  grabbing whatever nearest to squeeze between her fingers ,     in hopes it’d    swallow her whole  . 

lost boy   ruth b.  |   unmade overtones   thom yorke.  |   shelter  porter robinson.  |  i know places  lykke li.  |  don’t kill my vibe  sigrid.  |   be kind  marshmello (ft halsey).   |  lights  vexento.  |   daydreamer  aurora.  |   haunt  echos.  |   smother  daughter.  |   the fixer  brent morgan.  |   saturn  sleeping at last.  |   queen of peace  florence + the machine.  |   dancing with your ghost  sasha alex sloan.  |    little boy in the grass  aurora.  |   soft to be strong  marina.  |   la la la naughty boy.  |   back to you  twin forks.  |    dance on the moon  aurora.  |   lucky  aurora.  |   the wisp sings  winter aid.  |   only if for a night  florence + the machine.  |   half way home  pines.  |   ?  dodie.  |   birdie  billie marten.  |   dance in the graveyards  delta rae.  |   the disapperance of the girl  phildel.  |   i of the storm  of monsters and men.  |   funeral bell  phildel.  |   sun  sleeping at last.  |   queendom (harp version)  aurora.

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closed starter for: @harvehlle

❛       oh  — that .     don’t worry ,    he was being     inappropriate …      so i knocked him out with that shovel and left him outside .     ❜      she's     feverishly       taking notes  ,           moon - eyes glazed with   amazement .        how wonderful     she is   —     like a    force of nature .           ❛     wow ...      you’re like  —–    amazing …      can you   teach me    how to do that ?       ❜

bontempsboy​.

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It was the spider lady. She’d been quite nice—the unhappy moments before his world crumbled causing his encounter with her to be the best part of that dreadful night. As he’d approach her to say hello and maybe walk with her for a few blocks. Instead, after a greeting, he lost her. For a moment, René even worried that he’d have to call an ambulance as she seemed utterly out of it while standing right across from him.  

However, as he began to dig in his pocket for his phone, Pandora spoke. “Could’ve fooled me, you,” he sighed, his heart racing as his panic morphed into irritation. “Stop lookin’ at me like that… We should take you to see a doctor, yah?” There’s nothing but silence and her stare—one that made him think of a short story he’d read long before by Edgar Allan Poe. He now understood why the main character killed the old man. “Ghosts?” her question freaks him out as much as her behavior. 

“My mama always said we should fear the livin’, not the dead.” To her credit, she didn’t know about vampires. “I don’t. Let’s get you to the hospital, yah? Ya blood sugar might be low or… somethin’.”

“    i’m sorry .      i don’t want to scare you .    i never want to scare anyone ...    ”     she is a pale sheet dancing in the dark ,     calling for vanished faces.       her voice a murmur of wind carried by the clouds ,       her eyes sweet and subtle ,   weary and sleepy ;   crowned by amtheyst  .      they are cast low and averted from the havens ,    anchored to the soil below .

her tiny fists clench like a vice ,      furling and unfurling into her palm ,  and her heart  ,    though meek ,    stomps    like a giant in its cursed temple .         "     no ,    no ...      i hate hospitals .       they’re too loud .     ”       too loud .      all that screamig  ,      wailing  ------    it feels like a wolf tearing into her :        that agony overflowing from lost souls  ,    cracking their nails bloodied trying to climb back through the veil .  just the thought alone makes her stomach churn .       

wherever there is grief she is sure to follow  ,       sleepless from suffering .    she will stand besides a queen ,    and hold her hand as they travel through the valley of shadows ,       just as she'll stand beside a beggar who yearns for the light .    death does not discriminate  ,      so neither can she .      they are all children through its hollowed eyes .        “    listen ...     there’s someone standing beside you .     ”      she whispers through a thousand voices scratching at her throat  ,     dark mane spilling over the ghastly canvas of her face like black ink .      “         she’s very angry with you .       she can’t let go .        she wants to ...     but you did something very bad ,     and she can’t let go .       ”

@cohmpton​​​​ asked :     ∗ 52﹕ sender takes a [ punch / stab / bullet ] meant for receiver . ( from bill ! )

“    why - !    ”    a wisp of     gratitude    can be dug up from the bony remains of dread  ;     her vocals strain  -----  failing victim to this torpid helplessness before a full sentence can be formed .     trembling with terror ,      her body melts into the ground like warm honey next to him ,      trusting intimacy at the hands of strangers  ,      begging for death to keep at bay just another day   .     her paper hands fold themselves over the gaping wound  ,     moon - eyes wide and filled with unbottled despair as red trains down the gaps of damp fingers  .       “    why !      why did you do that ?!    ”     her grief has be swallowed by a thunder of frustration ,     and if she could   smack him    and be unburdened of guilt ,    she would’ve done it until her knuckles turned white .     “    i told you not to move !   ”