drifting in dreams

Multi-muse RP featuring muses from Marvel comics, the Witcher Novels and RDR2. Come dream with me~

[driftingindreams]

Please refer to THIS google doc whilst I work on constructing the main page of my blog. Thanks to everyone who’s interacted with me and shared me out so far!  ♡

[ashenhaired]

    ABOUT / RULES & VERSES 

A game & novel inspired Ciri from the Witcher series. Previously known as Conjunction-of-Spheres, looking to reconnect with old friends (I forgot the email to my past account) and find new writing partners. 

You can also find me and other Witcher characters on my multi-muse Driftingindreams. 

[driftingindreams]

the-fearless-devil·:

Matt still hadn’t identified the driver, and with all that was going on in Hell’s Kitchen with Mayor Fisk he wasn’t sure he ever would. The Owl and various other gangs and crime lords were in a turf war since Wilson Fisk became Mayor and abandoned his criminal empire of crime in the rear view mirror. Allegedly.

“Me too. Y'know, Foggy’s calling me Mr. Potato Head since I break apart but always somehow manage to piece myself back together.” He smiled warmly.“ Oh, here, these are for you.” Pulling a bouquet of red & white roses from behind his back and handing it to her.“ Thanks for everything, Jessica.”

“May I come in? I’d like to speak with you on more pressing matters.”

"Oh  Matt."  She's  taken  back  at  first,  emerald  eyes  transfixed  on  the  grand  bouquet  in  front  of  her,  her  lips  at  a  loss  for  words.  Roses?  Weren't  they  usually  considered  romantic?  Truth  be  told,  Jessica  had  never  received  flowers  before.  She  wasn't  really  sure  how  to  react  or  what  to  think  in  the  situation.  The  gesture  was  kind  of  course  but  it  seemed  almost  loaded.  Overwhelming.  Still,  she  accepts  them  in  her  stupor,  not  wanting  to  offend  the  man.  "You  really  shouldn't  have." Awkwardness  aside,  she  pulls  open  her  apartment  door  wider  to  let  the  man  in.  "Of  course,  come  on  in."  Was  something  bothering  him?  Her  numbness  subsides  in  trepidation  of  what  really  brought  him  here.  She  gestures  to  the  couch,  to  make  himself  at  home,  with  her  free  hand,  before  smacking  it  against  her  forehead  in  embarassment.  He  can't  see  after  all,  or  so  she's  led  to  believe,  and  she's  thanking  small  mercies  that  he  won't  bear  witness  to  her  social  clumsiness.  Eager  to  fill  the  silence,  Jessica  asks  softly  "What's  on  your  mind?"

[driftingindreams]

me: you should finish constructing your page also me: you should make Ciri her own blog. 👀

[driftingindreams]

"D-Don't shoot!! It's just me!" for Sadie or Arthur! :3

"Don't  shoot?",  Sadie  scoffs  with  exasperation  in  that  rough  accent  of  hers.  She's  got  a  glare  in  her  eyes  somethin'  fierce,  as  if  Kieran's  very  existance  is  something  dreadful.  "Don't  shoot?!"  It's  one  of  her  first  nights  on  watch  duty  and  ever  since  she'd  gotten  her  hands  on  a  gun,  she'd  be  lying  if  she  said  that  shooting  that  Ol'  Driscoll  bastard  hadn't  crossed  her  mind  a  couple  of  times.  "Did  you  and  your  boys  ever  give  my  husband  that  chance?" The  other  girls  may  be  starting  to  feeling  sorry  for  the  kid  but  like  hell  if  she  was  going  to  let  him  off  that  easily.  Far  as  Sadie  was  concerned  the  boy  was  lucky  she  hadn't  already  smothered  him  during  the  night.

[driftingindreams]

Catching up with drafts now, thanks for bearing with me! ♡

[driftingindreams]

Sorry for slow replies atm, finding it difficult to focus the last couple of days. I should have some up tomorrow! <3

[nazairi]

❝ In some fairy tales, there is a frog who into a prince when he is kissed by a beautiful princess. Mm. I wonder if a monster could turn into a handsome prince by such logic — ?❞ Ah, he’s too old to be indulging in such fantastical nonsense… but still, fairy tales have a habit of softening him up, if only a little. There would always be something of a child inside him, clinging to what little good was left in the world.

[driftingindreams]

“Growing  soft  in  your  old  age?”  Geralt  inquired,  the  corner  of  his  lips  betraying  the  smallest  smirk.    He’d  been  silently  creeping  up  on  the  vampire  but  there  was  no  malice  in  his  tone  as  he  sat  gently  down  beside  him.  It  wasn’t  often  his  path  led  him  back  to  Toussaint  but  with  winter  creeping  in,  spending  his  days  at  Corvo  Bianco  sounded  far  more  appealing  than  shivering  his  way  through  the  Northern  realms.  As  such  he’d  come  to  visit  his  old  acquaintance,  never  knowing  quite  whether  they  stood  as  friends  or  enemies.  It  seemed  to  Geralt  that  the  pair  would  always  share  an  odd  space  somewhere  in  between.  “Nothing  good  comes  out  of  such  sorcery.  Unless  you’re  looking  to  put  me  out  of  business.”

[angstnonnymouse]

Prompt: I will never be able to wash away the stains on my soul.

[driftingindreams]

@matteredloyalty

"You're  safe  now."  That's  what  they  had  told  her.  Safe?  In  the  arms  of  a  bunch  of  ruffians?  Sadie  had  to  bite  her  lip  to  keep  herself  from  telling  the  fools  they  were  no  better  than  the  men  who  had  just  killed  her  husband.  But  what  choice  did  she  have?  She  weren't  stupid.  She  knew  she  was  only  safe  so  long  as  she  played  by  their  rules.  And  so,  she  swallowed  her  pride;  her  resentment  thawing  little  by  little  as  they  had  journeyed  down  the  mountain  and  holed  up  near  Valentine.  She  had  watched  from  the  back  of  one  of  the  carts  as  the  peak  had  gotten  smaller  and  smaller,  until  finally  only  it's  memory  was  buried  deep  within  her.  She  couldn't  let  them  surface.  He  was  gone  and  Lord  knows,  her  tears  weren't  going  to  bring  him  back.

A  month  or  two  had  passed  since  then.  And  with  every  day  the  camp  was  starting  to  feel  a  little  less  like  a  prison  as  she  got  to  know  the  others.  A  couple  were  even  startin'  to  rub  off  on  her,  or  was  that  just  her  finally  accepting  that  for  better  or  worse,  she  was  stuck  with  the  lot?  The  girls  weren't  so  bad,  kind  even  but  Sadie  found  herself  distanced  from  them,  frustrated  with  their  lack  of  ambition.  Now  the  fellas?  Well,  they  were  the  worst.  Bunch  of  pigs  who  thought  they  were  the  only  ones  who  actually  did  any  work.  And  if  she  so  happened  to  figure  it  was  time  to  teach  'em  a  lesson,  well  -  she  could  use  the  challenge.  Or  was  that  the  distraction? Speaking  of  which,  she'd  sure  shown  Arthur  a  thing  or  two,  when  earlier  that  very  day  they  had  getting  snuck  up  on  by  some  other  rival  gang  on  horseback.  To  hell  with  "taking  it  easy"  and  letting  the  man  save  the  day.  She'd  grabbed  her  pistol  and  shot  the  nearest  raider  clean  in  the  head  before  grabbing  back  the  reigns  to  hurry  on  out  of  there.  To  his  credit,  when  they'arrived  back  in  camp,  he  hadn't  so  much  as  pulled  her  aside  to  berate  her.  Indeed,  when  she  was  walking  away,  to  her  surprise  and  pleasure  it  dawned  on  her  that  he  hadn't  called  her  "Princess"  one  last  time. It  was  night  before  she  caught  glimpse  of  him  again,  as  she  sat  down  beside  the  campfire,  huddled  before  the  flame's  for  heat.  "Well,  look  if  it  ain't  Mr  Morgan."  She  teased.  "Y'know,  I've  been  thinking  bout  that  journal  of  yours.  I  reckon  it's  all  a  bunch  of  sappy  ol'  love  poems."   

[desideravitrend]

[cheerfullittledainty]

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[lukecageforhire-archive]

Luke Cage was in some much need of work, so when he heard Mary Jane was gaining some traction in the entertainment business he offered her his services as a bodyguard. Hopefully this task would put Heroes for Hire back on the map.

"You know you shouldn't be walkin' the streets at night all night by yourself." Luke teased." I know you a badass and all but people be trippin' out here."

@driftingindreams

[driftingindreams]

Mary  Jane  knew  only  too  well  that  now  her  fame  had  started  to  grow  again,  so  too  would  the  risk  of  enamoured  fans  and  obsessed  stalkers.  So  when  Luke  had  offered  his  services,  she'd  only  happy  to  take  him  up  on  it.  Whilst  she  took  pride  in  being  able  to  look  after  herself  most  of  the  time,  it  didn't  mean  she  wanted  to  spend  the  rest  of  her  life  looking  over  her  shoulder. "Oh  c'mon  Luke.."  She  smiled  as  she  kept  walking  Manhattan's  streets.  "Night's  still  young.  Let's  have  some  fun." Besides  she  didn't  want  to  stay  home  tonight.  Not  after  the  fight  she  and  Peter  had.  She  needed  to  go  out,  get  lost  in  the  music  and  just  forget.  Thinking  back  on  the  words  she'd  said..  it  was  just  too  painful.

[museswithattitude]

"Didn't know vampires worked for William Stryker." Blade said to Psylocke, dusting the ashes from his arm." Wolverine send you to recruit me?" Wolverine and the Daywalker had a history so he figured he might be trying to bring him on the X-Men. @driftingindreams

[driftingindreams]

"I  thought  I  heard  someone  amongst  all  this  rabble."  Elizabeth  smirks  before  turning  to  face  the  man  in  question.  She'd  spent  several  hours  infiltrating  the  catacombs  they  found  themselves  in,  steadily  eviscerating  each  vampire  she  had  encountered.  Blade  hadn't  been  particularly  noisey  but  his  brainwaves  had  felt  different  from  the  others;  sentient  amongst  a  sea  of  thirst.  "No,  nobody  sent  me.  I'm  afraid  I'm  just  here  for  the  sport.  Shall  we  continue?"  She  glanced  down  the  dark  corridor  ahead  of  them.  "I  promise  I  shan't  slow  you  down."

[driftingindreams]

loisnclark​:

𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆   ,   𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒏   𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓   ! 

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[the-fearless-devil]

Matthew had been going through quite a lot of late having nearly been killed after being hit by a truck. His physical rehabilitation was excruciating but, like so many times before, he defeated the odds.

Jessica had visited him quite a few times during his rehabilitation so he wanted to surprise her with a visit." Hey, I just wanted to say thank you for everything."

@driftingindreams

[driftingindreams]

“Don’t mention it.” Jessica responded cooly, slightly off-guard by his presence. Of course when she’d learn which hospital he'd landed in, she had visited. It was the least she could do for the man. The truth was she felt almost responsible. They never did find the driver. Maybe it was her paranoia talking but having been one of the people passing by at the scene, Jessica couldn’t ignore the niggling feeling that maybe that carnage had been intended for her. To provoke her, perhaps. But to what means? “Really, I’m just glad you’re still in one piece.”

[driftingindreams]

//Do you rp Spider Woman?

// I do and I’d love to write her with Matt if you’re interested. My portrayal diverts from comic canon shortly before her pregnancy arc. :)