I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been.

⏱︎ | Adrian Strix. And I fall when it all comes down. And I won't be crushed by the weight of this town. I fall from the sky but I won't fall forever. I fall but when I'll rise I'll be stronger than ever.

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[]Make a deal with God.... Indie Selective Maxine Mayfield from Netflix's Stranger Things Bee est. 2022

Credit : @jjcre8

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[musingsalight]

So much of me...

is made of what I learned from you.

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[moranormoron]

The sound that came out wasn't a laugh. Sebastian had aimed for one, had the shape of it ready, the framework of dismissal fully assembled, but what arrived instead was thin and cut short by the pull across his ribs when he shifted his weight. He felt the shirt peel from his skin where the blood had dried to adhesive. An unpleasant reminder, at the very least. He kept his face arranged in something approximating indifference. A mask that was barely holding together despite his best efforts, and he knew it.

Adrian's hand caught his side before he could step back.

Not a grab. Precise, like a bracket, like something that had already calculated the necessity of the movement before Sebastian had even decided on his own body's intentions. It was the feeling of it that landed wrong. No hesitation. No asking. Just the placement, and then the expectant waiting.

His jaw tightened a fraction.

"Alright." The word arrived lower than he'd intended, stripped of most of its edge on the way out, and what remained wasn't quite the tone he'd been going for - it was fragile. He held Adrian's gaze with what was left of a glare, the kind that had the shape of defiance without the heat underneath it. "Some idiot got lucky with a knife. That's all. Nothing worth fussing over."

Sebastian swallowed. His throat worked around nothing but his own growing unease at being so closely observed, at the particular indignity of someone watching him calculate how much longer he could remain convincingly upright.

"I just need to sit down - No hospitals. No doctors or so help me-."

[businessstrix]

‘You may threaten me once you are no longer bleeding through your shirt.’

Adrian’s tone stayed level, which was usually the point at which sensible people began taking him seriously. He did not remove his hand from Sebastian’s side, but the pressure changed, less restraint now and more direction, making the decision before Sebastian could waste another breath pretending he still had options. ( The chair came closer with a small movement of Adrian’s fingers, silent over the floorboards, and he eased Sebastian towards it with the grim patience of a man handling both an injury and an ego. ) There was blood under his palm. Too much to dismiss, not enough to justify panic, which was fortunate for everyone involved because Adrian had very little patience for panic and even less for pointless refusal. His gaze flicked over Sebastian’s face again, noting the colour, the tension in his jaw, the effort it took him to remain difficult. Lucien had married a man who could be actively leaking onto the carpet and still find time to negotiate. Naturally. Adrian’s mouth tightened, but his hand remained careful.

‘Sit. I will not call a hospital unless you give me reason to believe you are dying, and I will define “reason” with far more competence than you.’

He waited a fraction to see if Sebastian obeyed before he moved, already pulling a clean cloth from the nearest cabinet and setting it down with exact precision. The scent of blood was sharper this close, unpleasantly intimate, and Adrian filed that reaction away before it could reach his expression. ( Sebastian looked too pale beneath the stubbornness, all strained composure and badly hidden tremor, and that irritated Adrian more than the wound itself. The knife had been luck. The delay had been choice. ) There was a difference, and he intended to remind him about it once Sebastian was no longer at risk of proving a point by passing out. His eyes dropped to the ruined shirt, then back to Sebastian’s face, unimpressed and entirely unwilling to be outmanoeuvred by pride wearing bloodstains.

‘Shirt off, or I cut it off. Those are the available options.’

[moranormoron]

an independent & private roleplay blog for colonel sebastian moran - infused with individual lore, authorial interpretation & extensive character study. trigger warnings & +21 to interact, oc, crossover, au friendly, multiship & multiverse; re-est 2025;

[vaememes]

               WEAPON  BASED  SENTENCE   PROMPTS  .

            A VARIETY & MIXTURE OF USE OF WEAPONS PROMPTS,   TRIGGERS MAY APPLY; BLOOD, WEAPONRY, ETC.                 CHANGE PRONOUNS AS NEEDED / FITTING .

  i.       knives.

❛     is   that   a   knife   behind   your   back?     ❜

❛     how   many  knives  do   you   own?    ❜

❛     i’m   not   interested   in   seeing   your   knife   collection.     ❜

❛     do  you  ever   not   want   to   stab   someone?    ❜

❛     you  stabbed  me!    ❜

❛     it’s   the   biggest   knife   i   found  in   the   kitchen.      ❜

❛     don’t   stab   me!    ❜

❛     why   do   you   have  so   many   knives?     ❜

❛     i’ve  got   a   knife   collection.     ❜

❛     my   knife   is   bigger   than   yours.      ❜

❛     why   are   you   holding   a   knife–   a  bloody   knife  ..      ❜

❛     does  that  knife   have  blood  on   it?    ❜

❛     why  would  you  give  me   your   knife?   ❜

❛     that’s   a   pretty   cool   knife,   where’d   you   get   it?    ❜

❛     you  went  a   little   stab   crazy.   ❜

❛     did   you   hear   about   that   stabbing?   ❜

❛     you   tried   to   stab  me!    ❜

❛     you  threatened   to   stab   me!   ❜

  ii.       guns.

❛     hey,   that’s   not   a   toy,   put   it   down.     ❜

❛     where   did   you   get   all   these   guns?    ❜

❛     i   don’t   know   how   to   use   one   of   these   things.     ❜

❛     i’m   not   sure   if   having   a   gun   is   a   good   idea.    ❜

❛     don’t   point   that   thing   at    me!    ❜

❛     you  point   that   thing   at   me   you   better   pull   the   trigger.      ❜

❛     don’t   shoot!    ❜

❛     what’s   the  gun   for?     ❜

❛     you   with   a   gun   is   a   dangerous   thing.     ❜

❛     maybe   you   can   teach   me   to   shoot.      ❜

❛     can   you   teach  me   how   to   shoot?      ❜

❛     is   the   safety   on   that   thing?    ❜

❛     who   shot   you?   ❜

❛     watch   where   you   point   that   thing.      ❜

❛     you   almost   shot   me!   ❜

❛     did   you   hear   about   that   shooting?   ❜

❛     you've   been   shot!    ❜

❛     you  shot   someone!   ❜

  iii.       swords.

❛      you   really   don’t   want   to   dual   me.     ❜

❛      you’re   pretty   good   with   a   sword.      ❜

❛     you’re  the  best   swordsman/woman  i   know.     ❜

❛     why   is   there   a   sword   on   your   wall?   ❜

❛     where’s   my   sword!    ❜

❛     i  thought  you   had   the   sword.      ❜

❛     put  the  sword   down!    ❜

❛     dare  to  dual?     ❜

❛     this   is   the   last   sword   fight   you’ll   ever   have.     ❜

❛     i’m  in   need  of   a  sword.      ❜

❛     can   you   teach  me   how   to   use   a  sword?      ❜

❛     is  this  how   you   hold   it?    ❜

❛     you  use   my   own  sword  against  me?   ❜

❛     that   isn’t   how   to   hold   it   right.      ❜

❛     give   me   your   sword!   ❜

❛     you   really   want   a   sword?   ❜

❛     what   are  you   doing   with   a   sword?    ❜

❛     where’d   you   learn   to   use   a   sword?     ❜

  iv.       axes.

❛      why  do   you   always   carry   around   an   ax?     ❜

❛      what’s  with  the  ax?      ❜

❛      i’ve   got   an   ax   and   i’m   not   afraid   to   use   it.     ❜

❛      i   thought   axes   were   for   chopping   wood.     ❜

❛      this   ax   here,   it   chops  more  than   wood.    ❜

❛      i   need   to   use   the   ax   for   something.       ❜

❛      where  the   hell   is   my   ax?    ❜

❛     what  are  you   doing  with   that   ax?     ❜

❛     the  ax   is   missing.     ❜

❛     guess   i’ll   need  a   new   ax.      ❜

❛     who   keeps   an   ax   in   the   city?      ❜

❛     does  that  ax  have  blood  on   it?    ❜

❛     what’s   with   the   ax?   ❜

❛     please   help  me!   someone   is   chasing   me   with   an   ax.      ❜

❛     drop  the  ax!   ❜

❛     are  you  going  to  hurt  someone  with  that  ax?   ❜

❛     funny  thing,  ax  is  gone.   just  vanished.    ❜

❛     did  you  take  my  ax?     ❜

  v.       whips.

❛      you   really   are   amazing  with  that  whip.     ❜

❛      do   you   even   know   how   to   use   a   whip?      ❜

❛      who   knew   you   having   a   whip   as   a   weapon   would   be   attractive.     ❜

❛      pretty   quick   with   that   whip   there.     ❜

❛      careful,  he/she/they   have   a   whip!    ❜

❛      i   only   saw   the   whip,   not   the   person   handling   it.      ❜

❛      put  the  whip  down!    ❜

❛     what  is   that,  a  whip?     ❜

❛     your  whip  excites  me.     ❜

❛     i  didn’t  know  you  could  use  a  whip.      ❜

❛     can   you   teach  me   how   to   use   a  whip?      ❜

❛     how  do  i  use  this  thing?    ❜

❛     you  use   my   own  whip  against  me?   ❜

❛     i’ve  come  to  retrieve  my  whip.     ❜

❛     give   me   your   whip!   ❜

❛     you   have  my  whip?   ❜

❛     what   are  you   doing   with   a   whip?    ❜

 vi.       bows.

❛     you   are   pretty   good   with   that   bow   and   arrow.     ❜

❛      you  know  how  to  use  a  bow  and  arrow?     ❜

❛      they   took   my   bow,   i’m   going   to   get   it   back.    ❜

❛      i   didn’t   know   you   could   use   a   bow   and   arrow.   ❜

❛     careful, he/she/they   have   a   bow  and  arrow!   ❜

❛      you  almost  shot  me  with  an  arrow!      ❜

❛     you  shot  me  in  the  butt   with  an   arrow!    ❜

❛     where’s  my  bow?     ❜

❛     just  know,  i  never  miss.    ❜

❛     i  can  teach  you  how  to  use  it,  if  you  want.      ❜

❛     how  do  you  even  put  the  arrow  in  this  thing?     ❜

❛     what’s  with  the  bow  and  arrow?    ❜

❛     you  use   my   own  bow  against  me?   ❜

❛     i’ve  come  to  bow  back.   ❜

❛     give   me   your   bow  and  arrow!   quickly!    ❜

❛     you   have  my   bow?   ❜

❛     what   are  you   doing   with   my  bow?   ❜

vii.       improvised.

❛     hey,  watch  where  you’re  swinging  that  bat.     ❜

❛      will   stop   throwing   your   hairsprays   and   perfumes   at   me?     ❜

❛     practicing  for  baseball  or  something  else?  ❜

❛      this  isn’t  just  any  nail  filer,  it’s  got  a  mean  blade  within.  ❜

❛     you  through  a  blender  at  me!   ❜

❛     i   will   spray   in   the   eyes   with   my   perfume   if   come   any   closer.    ❜

❛     i  can  nearly  slit  your   throat  with   my   finger  nail!    ❜

❛     what  are  you  going  to  do  with  that  brush,  give  me  a  make  over?     ❜

❛     i  wouldn’t  apply  that  lipstick  if  i  were  you,  it’s  not  really  lipstick.   ❜

❛     run!   she/he/they   has   a  bat!      ❜

❛     you   couldn’t   have   grabbed   something  better   than   that?   ❜

❛     you   sprayed  me  in  the   eye  with  pepper  spray!    ❜

❛     anything  can  be  turned  into  a  weapon.   ❜

❛     i  don’t  just  wear  my  stiletto’s,  they  are  more  handy  than  you  think.  ❜

❛     is  that  a  pencil  with  a  blade?    ❜

❛     you   knocked  me  out  with  a  can  of  soup.   ❜

❛     trust  me,  i  can  use  anything  to  my  defense.   ❜

[businessstrix]

@fortitudina : ❝ what…? what is that look? ❞ ( from Hamon )

‘What look?’

Adrian kept his eyes on him for a moment longer, the expression already softer now that Hamon had spoken. Whatever suspicion had been there gave way to quiet concern, the kind he never quite managed to hide from his husband no matter how much dry composure he wrapped around everything else. He stepped closer, hand settling at Hamon’s side with easy familiarity, gaze moving over him once as if checking for some small hurt Hamon had not mentioned yet. ( Which was always the problem, really. One odd look, one strange pause, and Adrian’s brain immediately started preparing for the worst like an overworked assistant nobody had hired. ) His mouth pulled slightly at one corner, fond and tired all at once.

‘I’m just checking you’re all right, love. Come here.’

[dumpourthoughts]

If some people are supposed to love you unconditionally 

      then why have there always been conditions on their love?

[businessstrix]

@moranormoron : “   okay ,   i  swear  this  is  not  what  it  looks  like .   ”

‘That is not, in any universe, a comforting sentence.’

The dry remark came out on instinct, but the moment Adrian got a proper look at Sebastian, the rest of it died. His eyes went straight to the injury, quick and exact, taking in the blood, the way he was standing, the careful sort of posture people used when they were pretending not to be in pain and doing a very poor job of it. He stepped in without hesitation, one hand finding Sebastian’s side with deliberate care, ready to steady him before pride did something stupid. Adrian’s concern never arrived with Lucien’s flavour of drama or teeth. It came colder, cleaner, like a list assembling itself in real time. How bad, how deep, how long ago, where were they going, who needed calling. ( Sebastian being Lucien’s problem on paper did absolutely nothing to stop Adrian caring now that he was right in front of him like this, pale and wounded and still trying to bluff through it. ) His jaw tightened as he looked him over again, already irritated with Sebastian, but the irritation was thin compared to the worry under it.

‘Come here, and don’t insult both of us by pretending that’s nothing.’

[daddariodaily]

[businessstrix]

@fiirstnephalem : “   how  long  was  i  out ??   ”

‘A few hours.’

Relief showed before Adrian could cover it, quick and plain and far more honest than he would usually have allowed. He had been sitting close, looking thoroughly worn out by the waiting, and the moment Sima spoke his whole expression changed, tension easing out of him in a way that made it obvious just how worried he had been. He leaned forward at once, hand shifting nearer hers without making a fuss about it, eyes moving over her face to make sure she was truly awake, truly with him, and not about to drift off again. ( There she was. Finally. He could have throttled her for the fright if the sight of her opening her eyes had not taken most of the fight out of him. ) What remained was quiet concern, steady and gentle, stripped of the sharper humour he used with almost everyone else.

His voice stayed low when he answered, careful without turning clinical, and his face softened in that rare, unguarded way reserved for the people who mattered too much. Sima had always had that effect on him, the ability to cut straight through the dry remarks and leave behind the simpler truth underneath. He let out a slow breath, staying exactly where he was so she would see him the second she focused again.

‘You’re okay. Just take a second. I’m here.’

[businessstrix]

Adrian does not struggle to feel. He struggles to display it in ways that leave him exposed. There is a difference, and it matters more than most people ever realise. He can care with frightening depth, but the moment that care risks becoming visible, obvious, easy to touch, he folds it back under discipline and gives it another name. Practicality. Timing. Obligation. Anything other than affection, anything less dangerous than wanting someone enough to let them see it plainly because once a person sees where the soft places are, they can choose whether to protect them or press harder.

That is why his tenderness so often arrives disguised as competence. A problem is handled before it reaches someone he cares about. Plans change without announcement. A coat appears over a chair, a door is already unlocked, a glass is set down within reach, an unpleasant conversation somehow never makes it as far as them. He rarely frames any of this as gentleness because gentleness, in his mind, invites scrutiny, and scrutiny invites questions he has no interest in answering. It is easier to look controlled. Easier to let people think he is simply efficient, simply observant, simply impossible to unsettle. The truth is far less convenient. Adrian notices too much, remembers too much, and once a person matters to him, he carries them through every decision with the sort of quiet intensity that would look dangerously close to devotion if anyone examined it properly.

The trouble is that he does not know how to be half invested. Once he lets someone in, even by inches, they begin turning up everywhere in him. In his routines. In the backup plans he builds without thinking. In the private calculations he makes about risk, distance, timing, consequence. He starts making space for them in ways that feel almost invisible from the outside, but to Adrian they are enormous concessions. Time given freely. Defences lowered by degrees. A rare, unguarded sentence left standing instead of pulled back. He will act as though none of it is significant, of course. He always does. But that restraint is part of the truth, not the absence of it. He hides tenderness because it matters, because it costs, and because once it is named aloud, it stops belonging entirely to him.

So he keeps it in action. In memory. In presence. In all the things he can still control. And if someone is perceptive enough to recognise it for what it is, then they are already far closer to him than most people ever get.

[businessstrix]

@fortitudina : “ don’t panic , but i’m pretty sure we’re being followed . ” ( from Hamon )

‘Right, brilliant. That’s exactly the sort of sentence a person wants dropped on them casually.’

Shit.

He looked up at once, attention snapping into place with none of the outward drama people usually expected from panic and all of the sharpness that actually mattered. His eyes moved past Hamon first, quick and deliberate, checking the pavement behind him, the dark glass of the nearest shopfront, the slow drift of anyone hanging back a little too long. Then he stepped in closer, one hand settling against Hamon’s waist like that had been the plan all along, easy enough to look natural from the outside and firm enough to steer him if he needed to. ( Wonderful. Perfect. Maybe next Hamon could announce there was a bomb in the kitchen in the same tone people used to mention they were out of milk. ) His expression did not give much away, only that dry, slightly worn focus he fell into when something turned real. There was concern in it, yes, but it sat under control, under calculation, under the very immediate instinct to get his husband out of the middle of whatever this was before it had the chance to become a problem. He angled his body just enough to put himself between Hamon and the worst of the street without making it obvious, then lowered his voice.

‘Are you sure? Who would follow us?’

[businessstrix]

Getting Adrian to talk about himself is like pulling teeth !

[rockifresa]

[milkmemes]

Don't ask me how I slept. I didn't.