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@carriedatlas
so I might.... move the siblings temporarily to my multi. Their muse hasn’t been as strong as it used to be and I’ve just been over at the multi more and more. But I don’t want to stop writing them so 🤷♀️. Nothings been decided yet but just as a general out loud thought.. I might...
so I might.... move the siblings temporarily to my multi. Their muse hasn’t been as strong as it used to be and I’ve just been over at the multi more and more. But I don’t want to stop writing them so 🤷♀️. Nothings been decided yet but just as a general out loud thought.. I might...
boundedbygrief.
random starter with @carriedatlas !
it’s amazing that she’s able to stay this silent for this long. it’s not like she doesn’t have questions. it’s the fact that she has so many to ask. it’s not everyday that your dead dad comes from another universe. a crease appeared between her eyebrows, taking a sharp breath. harper didn’t know where to start. ❝ i don’t know where to start. i mean, i have so many questions and i just don’t know what to ask. ❞
she used to be so little. that’s how he remembered her: tiny smiles and hands that would immediately reach up for him when he got home, giggle fits that would last for hours with but a poke to her side. in his universe that was gone, she was gone. she and her mother both taken from him in one night he loathes to remember but ceaselessly has nightmares about it, waking in cold sweat screaming, almost able to reach them in his dreams, arms out as if to gather them in and place himself between them and their attacker, but they are always gone when he wakes, ghosts to him all over.
now he’s here, standing before a grown version of his daughter. he can see the likeness of him in her eyes, her smile. heard from elena that she has taken his temper. and just like him she is overwhelmed by the opportunity of this: a possibility to regain what they lost. he could be a father again. when she speaks, it draws him from his thoughts and he takes a slow step forward, reaching out with both hands to cradle her face. ❝ when you figure it out, ask away... i’ll answer almost anything. ❞ there is a little laugh that leaves him before he begins to feel the warm prickle of tears, tries to blink them away but they go against him nonetheless, brimming at his lashes. thumbs caress her cheeks. ❝ you’re so beautiful. ❞
Hope y’all survived the holidays. I barely managed and now I’m exhausted. I’ll try to write things but man,,, after an episode today I’m gonna try. Holiday themed things are priority, like the mistletoe memes I got sent. Idk that I’ll do a lot of New Years stuff since I never tend to get to them on time or anything holiday themed really but we’ll see... but yeah... I’ll try to do things. (‘:
@moroie, for lauren.
❝ i just want a nice, easy life. what's wrong with that ? ❞ coming back from the war isn’t exactly an easy trip for anyone, especially not for someone with injuries as extensive as his own. bradly knows nothing about his life is going to be easy anymore, not that it ever had been in the first place, not since his parents died. there was always some challenge to face. but with him like this, half crippled and banged up still, bandages up and down his arms and legs, across his back underneath a brace, bound to either a wheelchair or a bed for god knows how long, there is no room an easy life. he should consider it a blessing on its own that he’s even still alive.
@praesaes, for sylva.
❝ i don't often get the chance to talk to someone like you. ❞ someone different yet so similar to him she was the only one of her people he has been able to talk to, only one that hasn’t tried to kill him or the people he is close to, his people, at least to his knowledge so far. he enjoys these moments at the edge of the invisible line that separates their people from one another, every second he gets to know her, both of them learning new things every day. its no wonder he wants more time.
henlo this blog isn’t dead i’ve just had a lack in muse for Ages.. i’ve gone as far as contemplating moving them temporarily to my multi just cause i’m over there more often now but we’ll give it a while longer til that happens---- in the mean time come plot with these babies and help me wake them up cause !! i miss them
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i’m sure i’ve said this at some point on this blog or maybe one before this but allison is definitely one of those people that goes all out for christmas. she bakes all the different types of sugary cookies and desserts and wants to build gingerbread houses with friends / her significant other to see who can build the best one and decorated her home with all the twinkling lights (’:
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so this is a v shitty, v exhausted 3am "history” of the agency the twins worked for... i’ll go in and put in the itty gritty stuff maybe later but this is it.
hi a friendly reminder that emma phoenix was the most important woman in johnathan’s life next to his mother and he lost literally everything when she died. he would do anything to get her back.
ainthero.
he’s lost so much, and everyday had been a blame game, who he could pin it on next: he could blame others, could place all of it perhaps directly on sam but that had been short-lived because the pair of them were responsible for this. and dean refuses to believe it had been inevitable, he’d never. instead it focus on him, on his brother, the vessels of two of the most powerful beings— one of them inside of sam. he’d never known his brother to give up so he again refuses to think that’s what happened. a never-ending cycle of what if’s & what could’ve beens. the losses were staggering and among them some part of him he thought completely irreparable until her, until he carried her into his camp.
no longer fully intact, it never would be, “ something was broken in him “ and there was no rectifying it, no way of undoing it, the world would never be the way it was even if he does manage to kill lucifer; a losing battle it was, a mere mortal man standing against the maker of hell. in his head, he knew it was a kamikaze mission from the moment he set out to take on an impossible task. some part of him wants to survive though, wants her to survive, needs her. an immediate feel for her, she’d lost her siblings & he’d lost his, the same pain reflecting when he’d found her and he’d been her visitor every day until he had become such a routine, until they’d formed something unbreakable even with the bounds of death taking both of them.
hand releases her arm, trails his fingers down her arm featherlight, body blocking the view of it, the fearless leader had no weakness—- only he did, he was human, index curls around hers. the whispered words are from his lips, his thoughts not his intended words which would’ve been, “ be careful, y’hear me? “ instead, 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎. she’s right to question it and he blows out a sigh, malachites flickering to the supply part before they go back to her, always back to her. it strikes his stomach, fights the urge to be selfish and keep her here, ❝ I… ❞ there is no good answer to this, he can’t force her to stay, he shouldn’t, its a weighted decision, one that goes without many words, only a clench to his jaw, a flutter of his eyelids before he speaks again, ❝ if y’er gonna go, I’m goin’ too. ❞
not a lot of people understood what they’d both been through: the loss that tore them apart bit by bit. her brothers were everything to her, three years her senior but her best friends for as long as she could remember and she lost them both in a day. those moments burned into her forever. the flash and unnerving sound of the gun she’d taken from her oldest brother and their blood staining her hands still keeping her awake some nights, waking her in a cold sweat others. meeting dean when she did was, in a way, a blessing in a world absent of such things. he understood her in ways she knew others couldn’t, or maybe they did but hadn’t been quite as sympathetic toward her for it because they had all lost something. they didn’t let their eyes speak to their past like dean did with her, had the same pull. she and dean were two sides of the same coin trapped in an endless cycle of misfortune and they were each others support through it all, one another their anchor, someone that keeps them sane if such a thing could be possible anymore.
which is why when he stopped her, said what he did, it was so easily understood why he couldn’t just let her go. not only had she not been past the gates since her arrival, but the world now is a dangerous place, perhaps more so since she had last been out in it, and from stories she’s heard runs hardly went well. but allison can’t live in fear much longer and she knows it, can’t let what happened a few years ago keep her from pulling her own weight and doing something more, so she had agreed to go despite the unsettling feeling that still grows even now in the pit of her stomach.
he lets go her of her arm but doesn’t step away, rather stands there still, blocking any view of his next move and that is to trail fingers down toward hers, so soft, hooking index with hers and holding it there. he starts to speak, stops himself short then tries again, if y’er gonna go, I’m goin’ too. ❝ i can’t stop you. ❞ an already known statement. she gives a faint twitch of a smile. maybe it will go better if he comes, maybe something won’t go horribly wrong her first run. she squeezes her index around his for reassurance. ❝ and you know they’re not gonna argue. but they do need me out there too. ❞
i just need y’all to know that allison is that person who puts mistletoe everywhere during the holidays for the general excuse of kissing her significant other in each room every chance she could possibly get.
she is also the person who will shamelessly put mistletoe between her partners legs and act oh so innocent about it before going down on them. 👌👌
another reminder that john will stop at nothing to make sure that his revenge on bradly is exacted. kind of a counter statement to my last post, john usually will not hesitate to hurt someone to get information about bradly or to get to bradly ( unless, as stated in my last post, he needs someone alive for a specific reason or they have a child ). if you’re standing in his way of achieving something 80+ years in the making, you’re going to get shot or stabbed or fought no matter who you are. do not stand in john’s way if you value life.
a reminder that even though john has killed multiple people and can be cruel, he’s not always heartless person. however kindness is not weakness, if john keeps someone alive its for a reason or because they had a kid. he refuses to be the reason a child becomes orphaned and keeping someone mostly alive is a good way to send a message.
“Do you have any idea how many people are dead because I wasn’t clever enough, wasn’t quick enough, wasn’t strong enough, wasn’t good enough?”
