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ursula danforth of ready or not 2: here i come, by cole. private, selective & low activity. general warnings for blood, violence, etc. twin of @damnforth. rules. multi. pinterest.

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ㅤ" stop— titus, stop... " it isn't the first time she's been in such a shamefully vulnerable position : splayed out, beaten and bruised on the large mat in their designated training room. she often wondered what chester's true motivations were for having them fight one another on the regular — to truly sharpen their combat skills, for his own sick entertainment, or a third option ( and one that she loathes to entertain ) where he simply wants to see who wants the victory more.
ㅤit wasn't so bad when they were children, little more than play fighting. but as they grew older and titus grew bigger ( while she did not ) it became clear that this match - up was no longer hosted on an equal playing field. and as her brother began to grow, so did that latent streak of sadism she'd witnessed several years before.
ㅤmany little girls dreamed of owning a horse. ursula danforth just happened to be one of the few lucky ones whose family could afford one. it was a gift from her father for her — their — twelfth birthday, and she'd taken to it immediately. butterscotch, she'd named it, on account of its dazzling golden - brown shine. titus must have been in on the planning, because his gift had been a beautiful riding crop, emblazoned with their family's trademark uppercase d. in an uncharacteristic display of affection, she'd thrown her arms around him and thanked him for such a lovely gift.
ㅤit wasn't long until she realized that some gifts came with an unbearably steep price. on one of his particularly sullen days, he'd found her tending to the horse and instigated an argument. to this day, she couldn't even tell you what it had been about. but in some sudden fit of rage, he'd taken the crop to her, over and over and over again, until he was satisfied or sick or perhaps just bored, and left her to cry in the small stable, practically crawl back to the main house to lick her wounds, alone. the once beautiful leather crop was now stained with her blood, and she would never again lay a finger on it.
@tdanforth : it isn't over 'til i say it's over.
ㅤthe raised, welt - like scars on her back still sting even now, though she's unsure if the pain is genuine or simply psychosomatic. and it is this pain that makes her flinch away from him now as he stands over her, eagerly awaiting her next stubborn, proverbial stand so he can send her careening back to the floor. only this time, once on her feet, she darts off to the side and pulls one of her father's pistols from the gun rack on a nearby wall. it's mostly decorative, but he doesn't need to know that. heart pounding, she points the barrel towards him and stares him down, as though daring him to make a move.
ㅤ" no, titus. " her voice shakes ever so slightly, a stark comparison to the surprisingly steady grip she's maintaining on the pistol, aimed unwaveringly in his direction. " it's fucking over. okay? that's enough. "
what horror trope are you?
the lover.
ㅤlove has brought you to this place, and it will not let you leave. fear clutches you, constricts you, and it will have you killed– and yet, it is still no match for the bounty of your heart. you will try as hard as you can to protect the object of your affections. evil is nothing in the face of your warmth. even if you are successful in protecting your lover, that does not guarantee your own survival. your heart has doomed you, but what greater death is there than dying for love?
tagged by. stole it from @tdanforth xoxo tagging. you.
spotify wrapped, 2025.
a collection of sentence starters based on my top 100 most played songs from this year. change wording as needed.
i have a feeling we're close to the end.
you might be the one to take away the pain and let my mind go quiet.
nothing else is quite the same as how i feel when i'm at your side.
i swear it's getting harder even just to exhale.
guess that's what i get for having 20-20 hindsight.
i thought i got better, but maybe i didn't.
it isn't over 'til i say it's over.
nobody knows where i came from. even i have forgotten.
i used to know myself.
you used to know me well.
i thought i could resist you.
no one else knows that i've got a problem.
nobody told me i'd get tired of myself.
have you been waiting long for me?
just let me know that you're mine.
you're the only game that i like to lose.
i can give you what you want.
i'm caught up on the person i tried to turn myself into for you.
i was in love with the thought that we were in love with each other.
what might be good for your heart might not be good for my head.
do you wanna hurt me? 'cause nobody hurts me better.
you talk about your constant pain like i ain't got none.
a shot in the heart doesn't make it unbreak.
there's no cure to my darkness.
what's the price of your body if it is taken for free?
take a bite of me, just once.
i've been left no choice. don't you see that?
i have fought so long to be here; i am never going back.
i like your blood on my teeth just a little too much.
i pack a punch backed into a corner.
hold me in your heart tonight.
save me from this empty fight.
can you hold my hand?
i don't wanna be the one to fall on the knife.
everything reminds me of you, and you're nowhere.
time will pass, and you'll forget everything that happened with you and me.
maybe i can be happy with someone else.
try to bury me alive; i'll rise right back up.
i can take another hit.
it haunts me every time i think i'm safe.
do you feel love? i know i don't.
i've kept my distance; it just made it worse.
i've learned to live with the way that it hurts.
now i'm left to face the weight of my mistakes.
it's all the same to me. it makes no difference.
why do i never get that second chance?
i've been burned so much, you'd think i would've learned by now.
there'll always be tomorrow night.
what should i do without you?
it would've been better to live not knowing you at all.
how does it feel to reach the line that no one ever got to cross?
it sends me shivers, how you love like weapons kill.
you know i'll be yours; i just want to be worth it.
how am i too good and still not enough?
thought that maybe in the end, you would choose me.
i think i got a fuckin' deathwish.
why don't you dig the grave big enough for us?
you're a knife in my back.
confess to me another falsehood as you look me in the eye.
i'll seek triumph for you.
i'll fight for your honor, baby.
all my pain is yours.
for you, i'd start a war.
i'd watch the world burn down just to see you in the lighting of the embers.
i still belong with you, anywhere you are.
we're broken in so many ways, but i piece us back together slowly.
i'm gonna make the most of this hell.
the vicious cycle was over the minute you smiled at me.
when you starve for attention, you serve what they crave.
wonder what they'll say when they all find out.
it feels like an eternity since i had you here with me.
you wanna watch me beg? 'cause i beg so well.
i'm taking a break from expectations.
hell, i don't know where it went wrong.
we all choose to find hope because hope is choosing to find meaning in a meaningless world.
tell me, why have you forsaken me?
only death will ever set me free.
would you follow me to the edge?
everything's changing, but i stay the same.
bury me to the sound of your name.
you gave me your heart, now i'm here for your soul.
don't you know i'm here to save you?
spare the sympathy.
good luck killing me, 'cause i'm already dead inside.
ain't no halo on my head.
i feel like i'm losing touch with what i am again.
i am yours to the end.
can i do the right thing for the wrong reason?
is it bad that i'm making friends with my demons?
i would rather die alone.
it's judgment day, and no one gets out alive.
is it worth losing my soul?
i can't escape you.
if it doesn't hurt at all, then it doesn't mean a thing.
holding on to hope is a different kind of pain.
it took me years to see that you had sucked the life out of me.
somewhere in the past, something was between you and i, my dear.
just let me go or take me with you.
i wanna have you to myself for once.
you've got my body, flesh and bone.
i get sick just thinking back to all the damage you've done.
i'm no good. i'm rotten to the core.
i'll leave you begging for more.
try me. i dare you to try me.
feed me all your woes and pity; i am nothing anymore.
you desired my attention, but denied my affections.
where was my fault in loving you with my whole heart?
lead me to the truth and i will follow you with my whole life.
this is what you want, but why?
you'll be running for the rest of your life.
who made you like this?
show me what you are; i am desperate to know.
you make me wish i could disappear.
anything's better than the way i feel right now.
i don't need to learn my lesson twice.
you painted me this way, then act surprised when i've changed.
i hope you find perfection, but i know that'll never be me.
come give me something i can feel.
don't you want me like i want you, baby?
don't you need me like i need you now?
i need you to see me for what i have become.
we've no idea what we've got until we lose it.
call me when you get the chance.
i can feel the walls around me closing in.
i just need to leave this part of me behind.
murder, she wrote — season one.
a collection of dialogue starters from season one of murder, she wrote. adjust wording as needed.
if this is some kind of a sick joke...
well, i thought you'd be pleased.
that's the trouble, [name]. you've never dreamed. and it's about time you did.
they'll love you, just like i do.
actually, i've not been sleeping well.
i didn't come here to be wined and dined.
i'm mortified by my behavior. i've come to beg your forgiveness.
suppose i just settle for the pleasure of your company.
it is never inappropriate to wish the world a little ill will.
alright, alright. stop getting hysterical.
i couldn't go through that. not after all these years.
another time, a different place, we might've had something.
you shouldn't be out on a night like this.
don't ask questions that beg obvious answers.
maybe if you lost someone you'd be a little upset, too.
i suppose we do have to keep up appearances, don't we, darling?
you know, i'm not used to being summoned.
you call it murder. i call it a career move.
guess i shouldn't drink alone.
i hate to say goodbye to people that i like.
you're always making fun of me.
around here, some of the real beasts walk on two legs.
would you like me to stay here with you a little longer?
spoken like a true champion of justice.
i think you know by now how i feel about you.
you know, the only thing i'm guilty of is caring.
i better warn you: i've been practicing a little.
perhaps you have an aversion to sunshine.
i'm not used to being refused.
i don't need your dime-store psychoanalysis.
i can be a generous friend, [name]. i can also be a dangerous enemy.
i have a dire feeling we're both in the same predicament.
that's a nasty temper you've got, [name]. i've always told you it was gonna get you in trouble one of these days.
well, congratulations. you are the talk of the town.
i'm only injecting a little honesty into this conversation.
she never gave a damn about me. she hardly even admitted that i was alive.
right now, i'm almost glad you talked me into this.
you know, if i didn't love you so much, i'd resent that remark.
it's hard enough to know yourself, let alone another person.
first rule of eavesdropping: never complain if you don't like what you hear.
if you think i've come to defend you, [name], you can guess again.
last night, i was nearly killed.
i assume you have a very good reason for breaking into my home.
i was afraid you wouldn't leave this alone.
all i'm saying is, don't sit back and watch. jump in.
i'd rather remember things the way they were.
i couldn't think about anything but killing him.
my occasional exploits are grossly exaggerated, believe me.
you shouldn't meddle in something you don't understand.

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❝ what are we going to do? ❞
@dameforth.
ㅤah. there it is. the word of the day, the answer to every puzzle, every fill in the blank problem that made itself apparent in their lives : we. because one simply did not exist without the other — not in a parallel, but rather two lines hopelessly intertwined with no discernible way of disentangling. a closeness the likes of which would almost imply the cord of flesh and blood at their birth had somehow connected to one another's rather than their long dead mother. a devotion that ursula could no more ignore, reason away, than the ever - frantic voice in her head from an earlier time that begs her to leave him to his own devices. his own problems. only his problems are not solely his own, are they? what's his is rightfully half hers, and vice - versa.
ㅤ" what we always do. keep a cool head, and don't breathe a fucking word of this to dad. " her mind's taken off at breakneck speed, thinking, planning, how best to handle the dead body on the floor of their study, beaten bloody by the now hopelessly bent fire poker still held tightly in titus' hand. she gives him a sideways glance, adding incredulously : " and would you please get rid of that thing? what, you think she's gonna come back to life? jesus christ, titus. "
sibling relationships are so strange... like i love you. you will never understand me in a way that matters. we are the same person in drastically different ways. we are sewn together. we don't talk. we are attached at the hip. you wish i was never born. can i call you. let's eat together. i forgive you. etc
"tell us how to open the gate, or we're gonna kill your brother." "fine. kill him." "i'm not fucking around." "yeah, me neither. him out the way, the seat's all mine."
ㅤshe's bluffing. ( only she isn't. ) she loves her brother. ( most of the time. ) this shocking display of disregard for human life — her own brother's life — is both blatant manipulation and painful honesty. she's aware of how grace views her, views all of them. like rich, heartless bastards with no moral code beyond that which serves them. and honestly? she's not entirely wrong. but ursula knows that grace, while willing to fight tooth and nail for her and her sister's lives, isn't going to kill this man in cold blood while they already have the upper hand. ( this is subverted later, of course, after faith is taken hostage; grace has no reason to hold back in that instance. )
ㅤdoes she want the seat? yes. does she want it at the cost of her brother's life? no. but also yes. titus is a vindictive, unpredictable and volatile man, and has been for as long as she can remember. she doesn't know how well he'd take to his sister earning the seat, having to follow her orders. and that puts her life at risk. how long would it be until he decided he'd had enough and claimed the seat by force? how long before her name joined the family's private burial plot? how long before he single-handedly drove the world into utter chaos?
ㅤso, no. she doesn't necessarily want him dead; he is her brother, and she loves him. but in the event that grace were to shoot him in the head... it'd be a much safer world for everyone.
JUST KNOW I'M NOT THE SINISTER TYPE .
ㅤprivate & selective blogs for the twins ursula & titus danforth of ready or not 2 : here i come. by cole & oz. general horror warnings apply.
i'll admit they did it all, your honor, but they also served massive amounts the whole time, so...

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