THE LIVING SUN.

THIS IS AN ARCHIVE,   FIND ME @WARBYRDS.

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i have moved ! find me @warbyrds.

[warbyrds-a]

𝙸 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙵𝙻𝚈 𝙾𝙽 𝚂𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙷𝙴𝙳 𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂. carol danvers from marvel comics, adapted into a modern spy verse. written by rika. est june 2017.

[leneemusing]

mending a minor injury for the object of your desires.  the tension and unresolved yearning felt with every brush of fingers,  the hesitant eye contact as you tie the bandage around their palm,  the gentle banter and begrudging fussing.  that treacherously felt unspoken line you inch towards every time you show just how scared you were that it would be worse or could be worse next time.  that almost kiss…

[inloveforevr-deactivated2025041]

Richard Siken, Planet of Love

[dinopunching]

𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙽𝙸𝙵𝚃𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙳𝙾.

01. carol is a skilled pilot and can fly most types of planes ( and spaceships in applicable verses ) intuitively, with little to no introduction.

02. she can quote entire scenes from all of the star wars movies from memory.

03. she can recite the 25 first digits of pi past the decimal point.

04. she can point out all of the known constellations in the sky and knows the names of the main stars of each one.

05. she speaks six languages ( english, american sign language, russian, german, japanese and arabic ), nine if you count alien languages ( kree, shi'ar and passable rajaki ). her level of fluency varies slightly from language to language but she gets by in all of them.

06. she is a poker shark and an extremely skilled card counter. card counting is a hidden skill of hers, but she'll win at texas hold 'em and blackjack eight times out of ten even without using it.

07. she is an expert at hand-to-hand combat and has been trained in several forms of martial arts. even before she had powers, she was able to take out several armed men at close range on her own.

08. she is a good writer. before the world ever knew carol was a superhero, she wrote a best-seller about her time working for nasa. it didn't show the organisation in the best light. the exposé also landed her the editor position at woman magazine, and she went on to write and publish several science fiction novels.

09. she can pull off the high notes while singing blondie's heart of glass at karaoke.

tagged by: @gunbash 💛 tagging: @ltdice, @crssfre, @vicioushope, @troeia, @enhaunts, @vasilievna, @dyavolvich, @hayema for rory, and you !

[gunbasharch]

THEY'RE MORE ALIKE THAN THEY ARE DIFFERENT . far too close for comfort , in fact , so much so that sebastian received a very stern talking to by his superiors when reporting back in for his next assignment . THEY KNEW , somehow , that he'd been in something of a tussle with a man caught tracking carol on the street — and they knew , somehow , that she was far more than a casual civilian with bad luck . SHE'S LIKE HIM . she's an agent of some kind . who does she work for ? who does she report too ? questions he's desperate to ask . . . questions it seems she wants to avoid . of course she plays it coy . amid their luxurious waltz around the room , carol feigns obliviousness . she's a much better liar than sebastian is ( that's not too difficult an accomplishment to achieve ) , but still , sebastian knows she's lying . she juts out her chin and challenges him to do more , try harder , push further against the grain — AND SEBASTIAN PLANS ON DOING JUST THAT . you don't even know me . as her perfume and his cologne collide out on the dance floor , weaving in and out of other pairs as they continue their casual charade , sebastian bites his tongue and plays with the appropriate response to her questions . too many angles to play this — too many ways to approach her sweet smile , her flirtatious air , her suggestion of interest . when it comes time for him to respond , he stops their dancing . his hand squeezes hers a little tighter . ❝ you are under no obligation to tell me a thing , i suppose , ❞ he says honestly , ❝ but i feel it might benefit you in the long run . ❞ then , on a quieter breath — ❝ my superiors certainly knew your name , miss danvers , if that helps fill in any blanks . ❞ a knowing look . it's hard to hold her gaze , however — hers is a startling stare of sparkling stars , blinding in their placement . ❝ who do you search for in here , aside from handsome british men who gawk at you ? mission accomplished there . ❞ he smiles . ❝ may i help track them down ? YOU KNOW I'M GOOD AT THAT . you saw me before . i'm helpful . ish . ❞

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❝       now when you say superiors, i assume you're not talking about the ones at the university ?       ❞ asked innocently with a slight cant of her head, voice velvet-smooth, the smile abloom on her lips as delicate and saccarine as candied violets. hers is a carefully crafted mask which does not slip even when sebastian's inquiries become a touch more brazen. ❝       i also did some homework after our last encounter, you see, and i gotta say you do a suspicious amount of spontaneous travelling for someone who teaches shakespeare and renaissance drama, professor moran.       ❞ the concepts of time and space are rendered obsolete as the pair stands still in the middle of the ballroom floor. the party continues despite of them, but carol hardly notices, the other dancers around them nothing but a dizzying blur of nameless faces in her peripheral. her gaze, adamantine in its sharp clarity, remains fixed on sebastian alone. grown weary of speaking in riddles, she continues, ❝       didn't find much else, though. whoever it is you really work for is exceptional at covering their tracks, i'll give 'em that. is it mi6 or what ?       ❞

in stark contrast to her bluntness, she speaks in airy, dulcet tones. flipping the script on him was admittedly a calculated risk. she hoped he would be thrown enough that he would reveal something, anything that would justify placing her trust in him like she so desperately wanted. ever since that first chance encounter in london, she had thought of him often and hoped their paths would cross again. that gravitational pull she felt, not unlike the tides being commanded by the moon, was stronger now that they were tangled in this intimate embrace, close enough that she could smell the sweet of wine on his breath. it was heady and inevitably lent itself to fantasies about what he might taste like when kissed. this man spells trouble, she thinks, catching herself staring at his lips for a second too long. ❝       thank you for the offer. i'll take it under advisement, but i'll need more than just helpful-ish.       ❞ amusement insists at the corners of her lips; a mere hairline crack in her façade, but a crack nonetheless. emboldened, she takes a step closer, moving the hand on his shoulder just enough that her fingertips may purposely brush against the patch of exposed skin at his collar before she pulls him back into the swirl of the dance. ❝       until i know i can trust you, you have to settle for gawking and dancing.       ❞

[dinopunching]

𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴'𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙵𝙴 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂.

killed someone under orders   |   had someone killed on their orders   |   killed someone in self defense   |   spared someone’s life   |   invented something    |   been hungover   |   kissed someone   |   slow-danced   |   been in a long-term relationship   |   had sex   |   had sex and regretted it   |   had a one-night stand   |   had a threesome   |   experimented with their sexuality   |   had a kid   |   adopted a kid   |   wanted to have a family with someone   |   done something on impulse they regretted   |   gone traveling   |   had a bounty put on them   |   eaten an insect   |   been groped by a stranger   |   been groped by someone they know   |   been dumped   |   dumped someone   |   smoked   |   gotten high   |   flirted with someone to get free drinks   |   put someone in a headlock   |   won a bet   |   lost a bet   |   forgiven someone who wronged them   |   indulged in petty revenge   |   hallucinated   |   has a noticeable physical defect   |   gotten a noticeable scar   |   been permanently disfigured through injury   |   kneed someone in the groin   |   had an unattainable crush   |   laughed themselves to the point of tears   |   been kidnapped   |   been brainwashed / hypnotised   |   had a recurring nightmare   |   been bullied   |   bullied someone   |   experienced survivor’s guilt   |   been tied / chained up   |   given someone a massage   |   received a massage   |   been backed up against a wall   |   shot someone   |   stabbed someone   |   saved someone’s life   |   cheated on someone   |   been cheated on   |   been in an open relationship   |   had a friendship with benefits   |   been in a queerplatonic relationship   |   had a stalker   |   been betrayed   |   been a traitor   |   been possessed   |   been in a bar fight   |   been thrown out of a bar   |   been arrested   |   broken out of jail   |   been to a funeral   |   been to a brothel   |   had surgery   |   broken someone’s trust   |   broken someone’s heart   |   had their heart broken   |   broken / damaged something out of anger   |   broken / damaged something out of spite   |   gotten a piercing   |   gotten a tattoo   |   used a fake name   |   been beaten up   |   been tortured/tortured others   |   been abused   |   been blackmailed   |   gotten away with a crime   |   framed someone else for a crime they committed   |   shared a bed platonically   |   been in love   |   suffered from sleep paralysis   |   been forced to flee their home   |   learned a new language   |   joined a rebellion   |   fought on the losing side of a war   |   fought on the winning side of a war   |   become a godparent   |   become an aunt / uncle

tagged by: @gunbash my love tagging: @51163, @batfall, @miseijo, @mahdinate, @rrhaena, @medusacomplex, @danviers, @profanemouth, @crimewrought and you !

[sparklfists]

𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙾𝙻 𝙾𝙽 𝙸𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙼. instagram is the only social media platform carol uses regularly. she follows mostly her friends as well as a couple of news outlets, the official star wars account, and nasa. she doesn't have much of a strategy for running her account and updates her profile mainly when she feels like it. you will find photos of her out and about, of her with her friends and loved ones, and of her cat chewie. as carol is also an author, she sometimes will use her account to promote her books. ( base template )

[valtsv]

accidentally indulged in too much ‘me time’, turns out i’ve been reported missing for over six months and presumed dead by most local and national authorities

[ohisms]

↪     𝑲𝑰𝑺𝑺  ﹠ ᵀᴱᴸᴸ .    (  a  collection  of  50+ kiss prompts .   feel  free  to  specify  the  initiating  muse .  potentially  nsfw  content  within .   will  be  updated .)

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for .

a kiss shared during a game  ( truth or dare ,  spin the bottle ,  etc ) .

kissing your lover to show you forgive them .

neck kisses that turn into love bites .

wiping away your lover’s tears as you kiss them .

a kiss to prove you don’t have feelings for them .

a last kiss before one goes away .

biting your lover’s lip amidst a kiss .

an emotional kiss bringing one party to tears .

a kiss while being reunited after a long time .

kissing your lover in a moment of sheer joy .

a kiss while slow dancing .

sharing a spontaneous kiss with a stranger .

an abrupt ,  heated kiss during the middle of a fight .

kissing them to shut them up .

a kiss to wake your lover up in the morning .

sharing a kiss in a heavy downpour of rain .

kissing your partner to seal a marriage .

a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim .

a kiss to resolve suppressed romantic/sexual tension .

a kiss attempting to convince the other party to stay .

kissing the top of their head as you hold them .

a risky kiss between forbidden lovers .

stolen kisses while hiding away from a crowd .

a kiss that leaves lipstick stains .

a kiss shared on a rooftop while the sun sets .

a flirtatious kiss on the back of the hand .

sneaking off to a public bathroom to make out .

a kiss on the forehead as the other sleeps .

an  ( accidental / mutually )  drunken kiss .

caging your lover against a wall with your arms to kiss them .

a kiss after joining your lover in the shower .

a kiss after receiving good news .

a tentative ,  exploratory kiss between friends .

a kiss shared between enemies during combat .

kissing your lover after believing you’d lost them .

a kiss after a devastating event ,  meant to comfort .

a possessive kiss in front of a jealous third party .

kissing your lover under the night sky while stargazing .

a kiss between two people in a fake relationship .

a kiss that seals a promise .

kissing your lover lazily first thing in the morning .

holding your lover by the jaw to kiss them .

kissing the tears from their cheeks .

a kiss to your lover’s stomach as you travel down their body .

an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation .

sleepy ,  domestic morning kisses in the kitchen while making breakfast .

a rushed kiss before one party leaves for work .

a kiss shared while holding your dying lover .

[sparklfists]

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 𝙸𝙽 𝚅𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴. carol's exclusive march 2023 interview with vogue magazine's amy lou johnston ahead of the release of her latest science fiction novel, children of solaris, which will be out in may. click for bigger. ( template )

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐡𝐢𝐭 ‘𝐞𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  more  angsty  dialogue  prompts  to  devastate  your  writing  partners.  metaphorically.  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ you’re a weapon, and weapons don’t weep. ❜

❛ you can’t save everyone. ❜

❛ it should have been you. ❜

❛ did i do good? ❜

❛ i’m sorry that i can’t save you. ❜

❛ wait for me, will you? ❜

❛ i can’t lose you again! ❜

❛ you were dead, i saw you die. ❜

❛ we won’t forget each other, right? ❜

❛ i’m real. i’m here. ❜

❛ you already know how this will end. ❜

❛ it’s always my fault, isn’t it? ❜

❛ i don’t want to go. ❜

❛ can you remember how you died? ❜

❛ i love you, but you’re not mine. ❜

❛ have you ever lost someone? ❜

❛ i didn’t ask to get made. ❜

❛ you’re as beautiful as the day i lost you. ❜

❛ i never meant to hurt you. ❜

❛ is it really you? ❜

❛ their blood is on your hands. ❜

❛ it would have been better to die. ❜

❛ i’m not ready to lose you yet. ❜

❛ i wish i met you sooner. ❜

❛ let’s just stay here. grow old. ❜

❛ you’re the first friend i ever had. ❜

❛ i told you not to fall in love with me. ❜

❛ you always push people away. i just thought you’d never do it to me. ❜

❛ everyone i’ve cared about has either died or left me. except for you. ❜

❛ i know i have a heart because i can feel it breaking. ❜

❛ they’re not coming back. ❜

❛ i’m sorry, have we met? ❜

❛ in my dreams, we’re still together. ❜

❛ you’re the one good thing left in this world. ❜

❛ i hate the way that i don’t hate you. ❜

❛ it’s okay. you can let go. ❜

❛ you mean nothing to me. ❜

❛ we’re on our own now. ❜

❛ you can’t kill me, i’m not alive. ❜

❛ it wasn’t supposed to end like this. ❜

❛ do you remember when we first met? ❜

❛ we’ll see each other again. ❜

❛ there’s nothing you could have done. ❜

❛ we did it. we won. ❜

❛ let’s not go back. not ever. ❜

❛ thanks for playing with me. ❜

❛ why does it feel like this is goodbye? ❜

[hairstylesbeauty]

[enfate]

there's a softness to this world that aches when he feels it. that morning he'd awoken early, sweat sticking to his skin, too - soft pillow under his head as a too - soft mattress cradled his limbs, and she – softest of it all and entirely undeserved – breathing steadily beside him as if there were no place safer in the world. now, he is unsure if it was selfish to stay or selfish to go. the ghosts of hands remain on his skin and he can feel long gone scars aching, wonders if his blood leaves stains on the ground, wonders if the red he sees when he looks down is comprised of leaves or his own matter. at least the movement is calming, the soft protest in limbs as the axe swings forward and back, as the thing turning to splinters before his palms still holds use. in another life, this could have been a pathway, could have been the place he ended up if he made it home from the trenches, a house small enough that the ghosts cannot gather in great numbers.

but she kisses him and he remembers he is living, offers out a mirth coated smile and pulls her body closer to his, where the lines of them blur and he can bask in her light. "you looked so peaceful there, i didn't want to wake you up." saccharine, sugar phrases; when he presses his lips to her forehead and tastes the salt - sweet of her and his lungs feel like they can expand once more. "well, that and you were snoring like a tornado and at one point i was scared i'd be blown off the bed." there's a warmth tucked in the corners of his lips, wrapping around jaw and teeth until it feels like a rotting in his mouth. if he has allowed himself to go to hell for the desire for softness, then he throws himself into the abyss willingly, forgets his reservations and allows himself the softness of waiting palms. he invades her space without warning, steps between her legs and uses the cool of metal fingers to brush wind - dishevelled hair back behind her ear, movements soft and syrup - slow, a peace that exists only here in the space she has pulled him into. "you look good in the morning."

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a smile dawns upon her face, warmer than the newly risen sun. its light was diffused by the eerie mist floating above the water's still surface, soft and muted, not enough to oust the raw chill of an early spring morning. ❝       nice try, barnes, but i happen to know i don't snore,       ❞ comes her hummed response, voice sweet and melodic as the treetop birdsong which had accompanied the short walk down to the lakefront. when reflected in them, the sunlight speckled her blue eyes with flecks of gold. it was true she didn't snore ––– often plagued by night terrors as she was, neither body nor mind ever fully at rest, her sleep tended to be more-so fitful and light. she had, however, been informed of tossing and turning, of whimpers and unintelligible blather, of her inner demons trying to escape into the waking. she had never been as peaceful as she was in his arms. though james liked to remind her of the danger he posed to those around him, she trusted him not to hurt her, knew he couldn't even if he tried.

she takes another sip of her coffee, savouring the bittersweet on the bed of her tongue, then sets the mug down on a flat portion of the rock. it is forgotten and left to get cold in the breeze the moment he approaches, filling the empty space between her legs as if it were made for him. the breadth of her smile grows when he sweeps the hair away from her face with his metal fingers ––– a casual display of affection from an outside viewpoint, but one she knew required more bravery of him than he let on. ❝       by all means, do keep the compliments coming, but something tells me you're trying to distract me with flattery so i won't tell you off for abandoning me.       ❞ there's no ire in her tone, only notes of honey. one hand grabs a fistful of the blanket wrapped around her shoulders, holding it in place while the other moves to caress james's face. she brushes her thumb across his bottom lip, the touch tender and featherlight. ❝       you also look good in the morning, and i kinda like waking up with a view.       ❞

[dinopunching]

real talk for a second: i've had some persistent health issues since january and though i've tried to stay positive and not to let it get to me… it's kind of starting to a little bit. the fact that i've been feeling overwhelmed with how my drafts have piled up due to the resulting slowness hasn't been helping, and as bad as i feel about it, i just deleted a bunch of ancient ones my muse hasn't been cooperating with. most recent starters and replies i owe from february and march stayed as well as drafts for those i have plotted dynamics with.

if there is anything you've been really excited for me to reply to, let me know and i'd love to re-add them ! otherwise i plan to set aside a couple of days for ask replies next week so feel free to send me memes and i'll try to write some new starters. i'm aware i owe a few plotting message replies still and i'm going to try to get better about response times on that front as well, so if you'd like to discuss dynamics and plots, i encourage you to come yell at me. i find it easier to write replies to things that are plotted and will be quicker about it when i know what general direction we're going in.

[not-withoutyou]

battle couples has gotta be one of my favorite tropes though. The “you got me?” “Yeah, I got you.” The kiss for good luck. Fighting alongside each other for so long they know every strength and weakness. The dichotomy of being fucking terrifying to their enemies, but so soft with each other. When one is in danger and the other goes feral, protects them at any cost. When everything is over and done, it’s all “let me see where you’re hurt,” and washing off the dirt and blood.

[dinopunching]

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴?

A COMPASS THAT DOESN'T WAVER. you are someone who is certain of what you want. maybe you always have been, or maybe you made a discovery that you haven’t been able to tear your eyes away from. your heart is set and certain. you fight endlessly for your goals. above all else, you know who you are and what you are trying to achieve. just be careful not to tear yourself or others apart in pursuit of your ideals.

tagged by: stole it from the dash tagging: @gunbash, @supportary, @enhaunts, @51163, @corimare, @crssfre, @silvreflames, and anyone else who wants to do the thing !