#theviictim

     "Slow down, will you?" He hasn't absorbed       a single thing said to him— he's not even       sure if he heard it all.

theviictim replied to your photo “it’s muNDAYYYYY //and bc I’m on mobile, you all are stuck w my face.”

ur really cute tbh

connectivitty replied to your photo “it’s muNDAYYYYY //and bc I’m on mobile, you all are stuck w my face.”

[ AAA OMG YOU'rE SO CUTE HOW WHY you're literally one of the cutest people i've ever seen omg ]

this actually made me so upset tbh. we def need wicked threads.

send me a ✉ for a letter my muse wrote yours before they died.

Lizzie,

I'm shit at this and you know that, but tonight is the night. Tonight, they're dropping me off in the Scorch with Jorge for phase two. It's everything I've been trained for and I can still say that I'm terrified. I know you're gonna forget everything about me but I'm hopeful we'll meet again, I also know you're gonna kick ass with your trials and I'm looking forward to the day I see you again and I hope you choose to get your memories back so we can reminisce okay?

Thanks for being my friend. I don't think I could have done this alone.

drabble meme« a memory from the past with your character

                she was 15 and fresh off the streets, an orphan taken in by                the people that killed her father. though now she was tough                she was anything but back then. trembling fingers gripped                tightly at the tattered shirt that hung loosely off her shoulders                in some desperate act of comfort. they called themselves                 WICKED, they called themselves scientists & doctors.                 ———————— she called them murderers.

               after forcing her into clothes that actually fit and didn't look               like they would unravel at any moment they put her into a               small windowless room with two beds that were pushed                against each wall. inside was a girl that was only a little               younger than her, possibly twelve or even thirteen but still,                another girl who looked more or less the same as she did.

               though she probably knew as much as brenda she still asked               the obvious question. ❛ what is this place ? ❜ she wasn't               expecting an answer, nor did she get one but it calmed her down               only slightly to know whatever was happening to her, whatever               WICKED was doing, that she wasn't alone. 

                                                             ❛ what's your name? ❜

               even though it was quiet it was still loud enough for her to hear.               she was lizzie. but they way she said it was full of uncertainty,               like it didn't fit her at all. like it wasn't hers. she watched as tears               filled the other's eyes in either fear or sadness, or maybe both.               but it was the she decided she couldn't afford to be weak anymore,               it was then she decided she was going to look after her even if                she did just meet her. neither of them deserved what WICKED               had in store for them so she promised herself this.