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[everythingheard]

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄.         independent and exclusive multimuse roleplay blog featuring canon and original muses. written by raph. please read my rules before interacting!

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[bethestone]

@everythingheard (for enzo (+ jake if you desire)

if you'd asked bella where this moment ranked on her list of things she'd wanted to do, it wouldn't have been present. the chaos inside her, her emotions, her thoughts, her entire state of being nearly made her head dizzy; and yet, it wasn't as if she could avoid this. she'd known that as soon as rosalie had shown up. if she's honest, maybe she'd known since the moment victoria had started her spree in seattle. a part of her wants to believe she'd let everything go, moved on, come into her own and yet that moment when the family-- not her family, not anymore, really they never were even if she'd allowed herself the fantasy of such things-- arrives there's some part of her that wants to run into their arms. to hug alice, to be embraced by esme-- the care she'd showed her so much more impactful now after her own mother's fate-- and even a part of her longs for edward in those brief seconds he rushes toward her and pulls her into his embrace before anyone has a chance to make a move, even her. everything falls away. she forgets about victoria and deaths and disappearances. she forgets about jake and enzo and the bprd and her cousin bonnie and all the shit that's happening and just remembers being a girl in science class back in forks. but that only lasts a moment, the preternatural allure of vampir and perhaps even his own desires projecting upon her. she has an understanding of that now after all this time. and there's something else too, something she can't quite place as if even though enzo hadn't reacted to this moment, she could feel the weight of his presence near her. the tug of it into her being. as if somehow there was some kind of thread between them. and with it she remembers that forest in forks, the way she'd felt when edward had disappeared. all of her memories swirl within her, the last few years, the present, the feel of enzo in that cell when he'd fed on her... it's then that bella shoves at edward's chest with a force she think surprises him. she's sure the emotion from her he's most likely reading through jasper does.

confusion is present upon his features, along with something... else she can't quite place. perhaps bella had allowed herself to become overwhelmed for a moment and she could chastise herself later for it but did he really think showing up would wash away everything that's transpired? regardless, when edward resists and shoots a sudden glare toward enzo, bella takes a protective sidestep in front of enzo even though she's well aware enzo's diet would ensure he'd be able to hold his own if edward tried anything. she barely registers that rosalie's done the same though rosalie has one hand shoved at edward's chest as a physical barrier, causing everyone present to suddenly become tense.

"everyone needs to calm down. there's a enough to bloody deal with than petty squabbles over a girl who's frankly capable of taking care of herself these days." a note of surprise creases bella's features, though she's grateful all the same. (she also notes, it hasn't taken long for some part of rosalie's childhood to come out through her time with enzo, at least in the from of her lingusitics.) still, if the situation wasn't so serious it'd be a comedy show especially given at least one of the woman in front of enzo was a human.

"rosalie's right about one thing, i can take care of myself. and what did you think was going to happen edward? you left. i grew up. i moved on. i lost people. and i learned what family i'm a part of, the swan family. the hunting family. and frankly, i know rosalie's told your coven at least some of the situation here, even if i asked her to leave my part out until you arrived so i'd think it's more important for us to go inside and discuss what happens next than being sitting ducks out here for victoria's army. i'm going to be an active player in this battle and i'm aware of your diet but enzo's staying and if you're going to be here than you're going to need to be okay with that." as she speaks her hand moves backward to enzo's arm, offering a small comforting squeeze because even if she can't explain it, she knows that enzo had seen and felt her history with the people before them now. he could have left after that cell. he could have gone about his life. but he hadn't. he'd stayed. and he was here with her now and he'd made that choice before his sister had come to seattle. he'd made that choice for her and they hadn't had time to process the in and outs of meanings about that yet though she knew in her soul that it was more than just a sense of obligation.

[everythingheard]

Jacob feels the presence of the Cullens before he sees them, struck by the same prickling sensation that fairly crawls through his veins whenever one of their kind is near, his skin running hot in its wake. The question of whether it might simply be triggered by Rosalie or Enzo doesn't arise, however, as this reaction has lost its edge around them, likely a result of all of the time he's spent in their company lately ( against his will! ). Although it's marginally worse around Rosalie, that warmth still creeping along his skin in a way it doesn't with Enzo, he thinks that it must be due to her prior association with the family that had once called Forks home. Hell, it makes sense with the treaty and all.

But this? Nah, this isn't from either of them.

The group is upon them quickly, and Jacob loathes that. Gritting his teeth, he shoves down the instinct burning inside him — especially as Edward's arms wrap around Bella. Undeniably, it shocks him ( disgusts him too, though for more reasons now than the guy just being a bloodsucker ).

Perhaps Enzo has never crossed paths with Edward, yet the recognition is there regardless. The gray eyes that immediately lock onto Bella are tangled in her memories, and he's felt the weight of their gaze before ( while the sweet taste of her blood was on his tongue ). Their intensity is much the same now, as Edward pulls her into his arms like such a right hasn't already been forfeited — or at least, Enzo had believed it to be, until she appears to welcome the solace offered in the embrace. Has he erred all this time, somehow misconstruing the emotions that have flooded through him when his lips are on her neck? The notion sends a jolt of discomfiture through him that he hasn't felt in a very long time. Nevertheless, Enzo remains still. Someone has attempted to curb Bella's will before; he won't be the second to try it. As it is, she's come into her own, and the strength of her heart is one of his favorite facets of her.

When she pushes Edward back, Enzo won't deny the hint of gratification that arises on her behalf. She's chosen herself and her family, decided on her own where she belongs. It's then that Edward's gaze snaps to him.

Immediately, he can feel an invasive probing at his thoughts that's far too reminiscent of the lacking autonomy back at Whitmore House for him to willingly tolerate. Enzo blocks it on instinct, shielding himself in much the same manner as he had when they operated on him in the basement. His mind had been the only part of him left that they couldn't touch, that was his, and its sanctity had been his salvation. Now, it also allots him a sense of pride when surprise etches itself across Edward's features, followed by what he can only interpret as a flare of vexation. Giving the other man a brief grin is probably not defusing the situation, but it is humorous!

At least, until Bella steps between them and Rosalie places a hand against Edward's chest. For a moment, Enzo's uncertain of why until his younger sister speaks. They're — defending him? Something in his chest twists with confusion, because no one guards him, no one saves him. Not the friend who abandoned him at Whitmore House, not Maggie in 1950, not the one who created him, not even his own parents. And yet, here they are.

There's no time to parse through it all before Bella confronts Edward. When she squeezes Enzo's arm, he sees Edward's eyes flash with hurt ( and he doesn't feel sorry for it ).

"Bella, I left to protect you. Not so that you could — "

Carlisle cuts Edward off before the sentence can trail any farther. "Bella's right. We're all here for the same reason, and we need to be certain we're on the same page moving forward." Addressing everyone else present, Carlisle continues, "We have many friends who don't share our views on diet. Our interest in protecting one another is of far more importance than that." Carlisle looks to Bella and gestures for her to lead the way, though not before offering her a small smile. "And it is good to see you, Bella."

[everythingheard]

with Lodi ( @ninesemissary ) ▌from here.

Although Poe had often been told he ' courted trouble ', he would love to proffer this as an example that the chase was mutual.

After all, he had crossed the threshold of this small cantina with BB-8 trailing behind him in the hopes of garnering information, only to find himself witness to a confrontation that had escalated to a blaster brandished at one man in particular. In the midst of it, the other panicked patrons were quickly ducking outside while attention was drawn elsewhere — was this guy's distraction for them purposeful, or a lucky coincidence?

Either way, it didn't negate the fact that a trigger had just been pulled, and it was about to happen again; this time, however, the thug aiming the weapon was backing their target into too tight of a corner ( literally ) for poor marksmanship to intervene a second instance.

He wasn't supposed to draw attention to himself, yet what else could he do?

Unholstering his Glie-44, Poe cut the distance between them in a few strides before striking the attacker in the back of the head with the grip.

The thug collapsed to the floor, allowing him his first clear glimpse of the person who had fallen back into the corner. A clearly relieved expression, dark hair, glasses askew that were promptly adjusted — cute. Nevertheless, he couldn't help the buzz of curiosity that arose the second he noticed one black eye, and one that was a light yet radiant blue. Was it an artificial type that Poe had never seen before?

Met next with stumbling words, he gave an amused lift of his eyebrows ( scratch that prior assessment, very cute ). Taking the hand that this stranger, Lodi, offered to him, he gave it a firm shake before using the grip to pull his new acquaintance fully upright the rest of the way. "I'm Poe." At the expectant trill that came from behind him, Poe jerked his thumb over his shoulder. "That's BB-8." Then, a grin appeared along his lips. "But I don't know, I'd say it's a pleasure especially in the circumstances. Glad I was able to help."

[popularmxnster]

@everythingheard

" Back so soon?" Billy said with a cocky smirk when he answered his door. " Let me guess you have a mission and need some more shit." He was a very sought after weapons maker. He worked for Wesker and after that fell through and Racoon city was destroyed, he now special made weapons for those teams tasked with killing the hazards. " Lucky for you I've been working on some stuff. You want a drink first?"

[everythingheard]

Leon gave a flippant shrug of his shoulder, because Billy's guess was correct and they both knew it. In the aftermath of his last mission, not much of his equipment had made it back in on piece. "Yeah. Guess I play too rough." The promise of something new was what he was here for, yet the offer of a drink was, well, something else. He'd been trying to cut back, but — "You have bourbon?"

[captain-flint]

Disney: you’re not allowed to swear in a disney film! 

Oscar: fuck off mouse

[bethestone]

there's a few beats of silence which encompass the space following kara's questions. kara knows leon's thinking… remembering… adjusting, accepting this new reality that's been thrust upon them. she understands not just because she knows him (though perhaps that is a large part of it) but because she does the same. it's why kara hadn't brought these topics up until now— after the decompression of the last hour or so. they've seen each other multiple times over the last few years, she thinks maybe even more than he's seen his friend claire.

claire.

claire can't fly across the country in a relative instant or find him even in the middle of a south american jungle like she can. and, maybe, just maybe there's a part of kara that is glad for it. not because she's jealous but because kara knows leon and knows how he feels when others are in danger. claire, based on everything kara knows of her, is highly capable. she thinks had the universe planted them all back on krypton the girl could have even perhaps given the sagitari a run for their money but kara knows leon would blame himself if something happened to her.

even when kara finds him in dangerous situations, up until now, there had always been a quiet confience and relief she's seen in leon when she shows up.

the girl of steel.

kara’s been protected in a way, able to help him without distracting him in tactical situations because he doesn't need to worry about her. (not that's she's popped up on him that many times, no, instead she's been partying across the galxey while too much reality progesses forward and now there's fucking even more advanced monstrousies out there.)

all that's to say, kara thinks they deserved the last hour of playful banter and domesticity of playing with the dog that they'd had. a calm before the storm of further reality that will blanket them in chaos and unknowns and danger.. even for her.

kara shifts slightly, listens to leon's voice as she pets krypto's head.

"well-- now you have someone with superhearing on your side and i have no qualms with spying on their conversations." it's stated as a joke, though there's a serious undercurrent to her tone. she's attempting to balance the conversation, a tactic she thinks maybe they both learned from their trauma, a way to process it and not be crushed under the weight of reality around them.

"this planet isn't the first to fuck with stuff like this." it's not going to be the last either, she thinks bitterly. "even krypton had some crazy episodes with the clone wars years ago and well, i know experiments happened even before... anyway, we aren't going to let earth end up like those places." a deep breath is inhaled and then exhaled krypto seeming to understand kara's intension and shifting a bit.

kara reaches over gently, without really thinking about it, tugging lightly on leon’s arm until she can shift him to having his head on her lap like they used to sit back in smallville. she hasn't done this since then, even when they'd shared their moments over the years. they weren't... well, she's not entirely sure what they are anymore, in some weird in-between state but there was a comfort in whatever it was and she thinks perhaps they both needed that now.

comfort in the simplicity of trust.

her eyes shift toward the plates on the table, her hand moving to rest on his hair. "we used to have a dish like that on krypton. it wasn't something we had all the time, our bot seemed to think we were living in some kind of five-star restaurant. but sometimes mom would get time and make something for us from scratch. something fun and hardy." she's letting herself live in the nostalgia for a moment, enjoying the familiarity they have. she's not like this with most people, sometimes she's still at a distance from kal and the kents too though she's attempting to mend that.

"also tastes better than that time elena's aunt tried to use the kents as her thanksgiving preview dinner guinea pigs." she jokes. it's just a few off-beat moments, a slight diversion before she refocuses on their actual conversation.

"you'd think metahumans would want to make the planet better. so many people here take things for granted. i'd give anything to have those simple moments back with my parents. even my aunt and uncle who's yeah-- their mentality may have been flawed and you can judge me for this all you want but some part of me understands why they said what they said on that video even if kal and i would never you know, seek world domination like that wesker guy." desperate people come up with desperate solutions. also, kara appreciates the kents, now more than maybe she even did before, but it wasn't the same. this planet didn't know what it was like to lose your world. but kara wasn't going to lose this world too and she didn't want the kents to ever know the pain of seeing their friends taken over like one of brainiac's sentries.

"we should look into luthor corp too. i don't care if lex is in prison or if outwordly he was more focused on kryptonians. i wouldn't put it past anyone in his organization to have had ties at some point with these groups." a pause, her hand pausing its movement on his hair. "and even if they don't, i'm not going to put it past his research having fallen in the hands of those it shouldn't." research on her and kal and god knows who else.

[everythingheard]

A humored huff escapes Leon's lips at Kara's glib comment about super-hearing. Although it's stated in jest ( they've always been similar in that way, injecting levity into a situation because what the hell else is there to do? ), he knows that she would follow through — if he asked. Before he can dwell on it, her demeanor turns serious as she mentions experiments on Krypton reminiscent of what they're seeing here. Leon's not surprised by this revelation; he supposes that there will always be those buoyed by hubris who twist ingenuity into something selfish and depraved, regardless of the planet they hail from.

' We aren't going to let Earth end up like those places. ' Even when his thoughts are the most shrouded in darkness, he has to believe that's true. He must.

Suddenly, Leon's breath catches as he's startled by Kara's hand on his arm. The tug is gentle, familiar, and he doesn't fight it. Shifting his position on the couch, he allows his head to fall into her lap. Leon doesn't usually like to be touched when he doesn't expect it, yet the two of them had breached that wall ages ago back in Smallville. If he had thought about it before now, he might've wondered whether time and distance have erased that ease; they haven't.

His eyes flicker shut as her fingers brush along his hair, and he focuses his attention on listening to her speak of Krypton.

Leon has always treasured moments like this with Kara, when she speaks freely of her past, her family, her planet, her people. It's as though she feels — safe with him, that she trusts him enough to share those memories of her world that she doesn't want to lose. Although he says nothing, he reaches towards her free hand, grazing his knuckles along the back of it for a beat before he pulls away again.

' You'd think metahumans would want to make the planet better. So many people here take things for granted. ' Leon considers this. "There are people who've been abandoned, or lost what they thought gave their life meaning. The chance to take some power back, or gain even more of it, changes them."

Krauser looms large in his mind: not a metahuman, but someone who watched the government he had fought so hard for leave them both to die in a jungle, prepared to wipe their names from history to cover up an operation gone wrong. By the time his old mentor had been discharged after losing an arm during that very same mission, the man had come to view Wesker and the pursuit of power as the only reasons to keep going.

"But yeah, some people are just assholes who've got no idea what the world would actually look like if they got what they thought they wanted." Leon's met a fuck ton of those, too.

When Kara's hand stops, he attempts to bury how much he wishes it hadn't as he opens his gaze once more. "Lex Luthor has supporters still working on his research at LuthorCorps, I'm sure of that. Whether they're in communication with him about it or not, they believe in the same shit he does — that's not gonna stop just because he's in prison." To most on Earth, Luthor is a villain. But not to everyone. "Even if the end goal is to create a virus capable of affecting Kryptonians, I think you're right that they'd be working on one for metahumans, too." His voice grows sardonic. "Why only work on one when you can collect them all?" Of course it's come back to that, and Leon hates it.

[everythingheard]

PROMPTS FROM THE MANDALORIAN - "THE RESCUE"

@amused-bouche said: i've heard your voice thousands of times. @ David from Lulu

" — Come on and gimme it!"

With that last line, the bass reverberated through the stage until David could feel it beneath the soles of his feet. He had grown disenchanted by a myriad of things over the decades but never with this, even at the end of a mere soundcheck. It was a tantalizing taste of what was to come as the dark outside drew deeper, the energy that would pulsate amid the crowd. Transcendent, perhaps one might say!

With an assenting nod of his head in the direction of the sound guy ( their work was done for now ), he slotted his mic back into its stand before jumping down from the platform; this was a new venue for the band and he was keen to familiarize himself with the whole of it before it was teeming with people. However, as he glanced back towards the stage, a comment from behind him snatched David's not so easily won attention.

"Is that so, Songbird?" A grin played along his lips because ah, he recognized the other voice, too! While it possessed a soft lilt, it was impossible to miss the musicality threaded through it. Sure enough, upon turning around, he found precisely who he expected standing there. A corner of David's mouth inched faintly higher. "Thousands of times, and you're still listening."

[compelledbybooks]

“I burn, I freeze; I am never warm. I am rigid; I forgot softness because it did not serve me.”

— Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente

[trueheartofarebel]

He had watched Zeb countless times, after Bahryn and especially after escaping the Chimaera. It was intrigue at first, the curiosity that arose when facing another's whole personhood directly for the first time and how that reminded him of his own, despite all efforts to quash it. Close on intrigue's heels came respect and gratitude, bolstered by a long list of reasons and accruing more every time their paths crossed, both before and after Thrawn discovered him. By then, the truly personal began to bleed in, reaching beyond witnessed deeds and summarized debriefs. Those beautiful eyes and expressive ears and glinting teeth, the pattern of darker purple stripes in short fur, the shift and flex of broad muscles beneath that fur, the enticing subtle curve from shoulders to waist, the span of those large steady hands with the chance of prickling claws...

Were Alexsandr to voice all the ways he'd thought of Zeb, he might faint from the heat of his own blush.

It was already enough that his cheeks pinked more visibly at the directness of his own request.

Those two frank words in answer did little to ebb that color from freckled skin, even as they soothed the immediate edge of his self-conscious nerves. What a thrill it was, to know Zeb wanted this as much as he did. Alexsandr leaned into the fingers skimming through his hair, lashes fluttering again and almost falling shut.

His contented hum of a sigh was muffled by the press of their mouths at last. While his experience was limited and from situations he'd rather not dwell on, Alexsandr poured his all into the kiss. The texture, the warmth, the sheer wonderful reality of it both sated and stoked his craving for Zeb. Only a muted twinge from the patched gash on his side stopped Alexsandr from sliding off his chair and onto Zeb's lap. Instead, he smoothed a thumb over the other's cheek in gentle, repeated arcs, while resting his opposite palm atop one strong thigh - not aiming to try anything, just for balance and for the simple pleasure of touch.

As soon as they parted for longer than a moment, Alexsandr leaned back in first. A rushed whisper of, "Please..." escaped, just before their lips met again.

[everythingheard]

That muted sigh as their mouths met! Zeb wanted to hear each little noise that eked out of Alexsandr's throat, yet there was something about the idea that he had muffled this one that was undeniably enticing. However, that thought melted from his mind along with the rest of them as the other man's lips moved eagerly against his. He hadn't kissed anyone like this in so long that he had forgotten what it felt like ( if he was honest, he hadn't even allowed himself to ponder it, much less realize it until now ) because this wasn't just another way to take the edge off frustration, anger, or loss; this was fervent, devoted, and flush with more happiness than he had any right to feel. Although desperation for it suddenly ignited in Zeb's veins, it wasn't born of lack alone. Or perhaps it was, only not in the simplest sense. It was a lack of — well, it was awkward to think so saccharine, even to himself —

Alexsandr. There it was. Whatever. He wasn't embarrassed.

How could he be, with Alexsandr brushing a thumb rhythmically along the side of his face and placing a palm on his leg? Those hands were so loving and gentle, even if Zeb did have to intervene on his own behalf, steering his thoughts away from that touch to his thigh since he was quite certain that it was initiated for a steadying effect as opposed to titillation. As it was, he already had to force back the desire to pull Alexsandr into his lap for a tight embrace. With the earlier wound still freshly tended to and healing, he wouldn't do anything to risk causing any additional pain.

That guard who had thrust the knife into Alexsandr's side really had no concept of how narrowly they had escaped having both of their arms crushed — which Zeb surely would have done had he been there. Not that he would have been proud of it, but hey.

Okay, maybe a little proud. Or more than a little.

When they parted for a breath, the whispered plea which followed from Alexsandr coaxed a soft groan from him before it was taken by another kiss. The ache of yearning entwined with the very beat of Zeb's heart until it was almost gloriously unbearable, yet to persist in it was a sort of luxury; with his palm pressed more firmly against the small of Alexsandr's back, his fingers curled and straightened, the very tips of his claws drawing minutely back and forth along shirt fabric. He could do this for hours, could do it all day, if it wasn't for —

"You know how hard it is not to get lost in you?" The question rose from low in Zeb's throat as he finally forced his lips from Alexsandr's. "But you need to rest, so I'm trying." He couldn't help stealing another quick, deep kiss that then traveled to Alexsandr's cheek, ear, neck. Between each press of his mouth, he murmured against freckled skin: "Sasha. Sasha. Sasha." Leaning their foreheads together once more, Zeb drew in a long breath. "Tell me I'm doing the right thing, or I won't be able to stop kissing you."

[gravityslingshot]

@everythingheard mirena @ vlad

‘   What’s happened to you….   ‘

Her fingertips cradle his chest. Numbness sleeps under her skin, so does his silence, burning dark underneath it in the blood. Shuffling fabric is too loud – for them both, Mirena knows. There are things she doesn’t have to say, some days in courts she does not parry a breath in, but tonight the words come past her lips, whether or not he has the strength to fulfill them, or be prey of a destiny that will fulfill itself through them.

‘   You hope to break the curse. A curse so vile and resentful, enriched with temptation that its journey estranges you…

If you do not, you will watch us grow old and die, and remain insatiable for lifetimes to come.

There is no worse fate, my love.   ‘

The shadow of a bat come to hunt in the moonlight scoops across the room. But he is no different from a husband and a father.

[everythingheard]

It is there, already threading its way through everything: each beat of Mirena's heart that Vlad should not possess the ability to hear, the gentle press of her fingertips to his chest that suddenly feel akin to the most sensual touch, the rhythm of her cadence that threatens to crack him open. There are no means by which to elude it, and no employment of a farce allows him solace ( even if just for a time ).

Damnation is a hand upon his shoulder, a ceaseless evocation of the curse in his very veins.

"I will not succumb to this affliction. Even as it tries to cloud my mind with darkness, all I can see is our family. There is nothing in this life for me without you."

What would Vlad not do for them? He would seek them to the ends of the world, fell a thousand enemies, fight fate itself. Ah, and even become a monster.

Reaching out with hands he had once clasped in repentance ( perhaps the echoes of violence he has wrought are too abominable to ever truly wash them clean ), he cups her face in his palms.

"As long as you are by my side, my beloved, my conviction will not waver." Vlad's thumb brushes along her cheekbone. "I'll destroy those who wish to harm you, after which I'll be restored. I only hope your heart still recognizes me until then."

[everythingheard]

🐝  *  ―  𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬𝑫 𝑨𝑾𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

@gravityslingshot said: ' it's just a dream. ' natalia @ bucky

"I know."

He doesn't know.

His mind is a tapestry of memories that have been woven, undone, and remade countless times without him. Often, it's sufficient and he's incapable of discerning when a piece has been raveled from the rest of them, much less what it might once have been. It's no longer a part of him, and who is there to disagree? He cannot recall a time when he was anyone other than the Winter Soldier, and that's who he will always be.

Yet tonight, he dreamed that wasn't true.

It had been rather unfocused, more akin to a scene caught from the periphery. He had seen himself standing amid people he doesn't recognize, though this dream iteration of him had seemed to not only know them but implicitly trust them, even love one of them, perhaps. The feelings of what had come next, however, were clear. Ripped away from these strangers in a torrent of darkness, pain had pierced through every part of him until he was rendered into pieces; had he been able to experience such agony, once upon a time?

But she's right. It's just a dream, and it doesn't matter whether that's all it ever was or not.

Still, as he tips his head to look at her, he studies her striking countenance for a beat. "Do you have dreams like that?" He's sure she understands what he means.

[everythingheard]

canon questionare.

@gravityslingshot said: Are there any ships you can’t stand, why?

there aren't very many ships that i would say i can't stand. even with ships that i don't care for myself, i can usually understand where people who enjoy it are coming from ( as long as it's not something fucking weird, like shipping an adult character with a minor ).

that being said! i do have one or two ships that i genuinely ' don't get ' , i just don't enjoy content for at all, and i can't envision myself ever writing.

the only one that's currently blog relevant is the idea of shipping chris and wesker in r.esident e.vil. i do not get it lmao. it's definitely canon that wesker is obsessed with chris; in what way is obviously open to interpretation, and i can get behind a reading that it's in every way. but i can't envision a universe in which chris could ever return that sentiment, even in a mutually possessive/toxic sense. i feel like i'd have to break down what makes chris who he is for the ship to work, and that immediately removes my interest in it.

while i'd be up for plotting out a ship with chris and another villainous character/reformed villain, wesker has done things that are too personally damaging to chris and who chris cares about for me to be able to see it work ( and, you know, there's also the fact that their goals are in direct conflict at all times lmao ). maybe an extreme au, but? i've just never seen the appeal of it enough to want to do that.

obviously, no shade to people who do enjoy it; just because i don't get it doesn't mean i have a problem with it. i like a good hero/villain ship, but this one doesn't do it for me.

[everythingheard]

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[talesfromthecrypts]

In the dead of the night I have to have you

[everythingheard]

took the train to nyc for a few days and caught an illness 💀 like, i don't usually get sick but when i do, it takes me tf out. i''m finally doing better after 2+ weeks of feeling like hell.

but it was worth it because i saw the l.ost b.oys on b.roadway after waiting so long for the show to come to fruition! the l.ost b.oys is my absolute favorite movie, and i've been following production on the musical closely since it was announced. it was incredible, and i can't recommend it enough. it's not like anything i've seen on b.roadway before, especially the staging, the sets, the aerial stunts — crazy in the best way. and obviously the cast is outstanding. their performance at the t.ony awards is a good taste of the vibe, but the show itself is really something else. i probably need to shut up and make all of my thoughts their own post.

on a related note, i've brought david to the multi lmao. he had his own blog for a good while years ago; he's one of those muses that i've either written here, written on discord, or had percolating in my mind for the past decade. i'm excited to incorporate elements from the musical into my portrayal, though i'm rewriting his bio because reading it back, i think i can write it better now. i've got a short version up, but feel free to ask me any questions.

tldr; was sick but feeling better, the l.ost b.oys is great, adding david to the multi, glad to be back.

[missmargomuse616]

" Well, thanks for..helping me. As long as the evidence is safe, it was worth taking a risk." Things were running smoothly as she was getting her hands on what she was looking for, what margo didn't expect was a crazed person in a winged suit coming after her. If it weren't for spider man she wouldn't be so lucky stand in front of him.

She wasn't certain but margo could tell that spider man sounds young or at least younger than her. All of those thoughts paused as she was now standing on top of the tower. It was very long drop and she made the mistake in looking down. Her eyes wide when he held on to her. Hearing his last few words of wanting to help her get the truth out there.

Before she had time to process margo let's out a scream once he started to swing with his website from between the building. Caught between keeping her eyes closed and half open as she was swung along with him.

[everythingheard]

Even before he wrapped his arm around her, Peter knew Margo was afraid. If her wide eyes weren't enough of a giveaway, he could hear the sound of her quickening heartbeat filtering through his heightened senses. With a firm grasp around her waist, he shot a web at a nearby beam and jumped. To Peter, the downwards swing was always exhilarating, though he was aware that not everyone felt the same way.

Trying to keep their descent easy, he timed their next swing as best he could — they were nearly there now. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw something flying towards them far too quickly. Not this guy again. Whether the winged figure had heard her scream or simply sensed their movement, Peter wasn't sure. He had hoped they had more time before they were noticed, yet they hadn't been so fortunate.

"Hold on!" Suddenly, he swung in the opposite direction; too late to change course, their pursuer crashed into one of the building's old beams. As he and Margo finally reached the ground, he made sure she had her feet securely under her. "Sorry about that. Evasive maneuvers aren't exactly the smoothest, y'know?" He tipped his head to meet her eyes. "Are you okay?"

[missmargomuse616]

" And I appreciate that, but I also know what I'm getting myself into. Let me do my job." There was slight condescension in her voice with an edge of niceties mixed in with it. This wasn't the first time the journalist was underestimated by others. She was the only female in her workplace that had to work twice as here to get where she was in her up and coming career. Let alone in these times being a woman of color was twice as difficult for her to be taken seriously.

Margo did some research before going on this trip, heard the stories and including James Conrad who was more than experienced in what he does. Even read about his last adventure while traveling last time. It was hot, muggy but margo was use to the climate. She was very well prepared to report documents, take photos and study whatever she would find here.

There was close to no proof of any so called ' flying demon' that the village people scared off. That's why she was here, to finally show prove rather they exist or not.

Taking in the sights ahead of her, margo head James speak, actually explaining how dangerous this trip can take a turn. She merely flashed him a smile. " I was born and rasied in harlem, I'm used to being surrounded by dangerous things all the time. I'm sure I can handle a few bugs, animals and plants. Besides I've also came prepared." Margo took out a bug repellent from her bag. " and to answer your question, no I haven't. This is my time on a mission like this." Margo's gaze flickers to his rifle before facing him. " was it true that you encountered these creatures before? I heard that it was all a myth, did you honestly see giant creatures mr Conrad?"

[everythingheard]

James only gave the briefest shake of his head at Margo's assertion. ' I also know what I'm getting myself into, ' she had said. He'd believe that when he saw it — and he was dubious that he would. In general, people harbored no notion of the genuine threat nature itself could pose; it was indiscriminate, impossible to predict, and deadly when necessary in order to protect itself. Nevertheless, there were facets of that which he had learned to find rather beautiful, in their way.

"I've no intention of keeping you from doing your job. And I'm not disputing any danger you've faced before, but this is different." Not that most were willing to take James' word for it until they were confronted by such peril face to face. Still, the set of his jaw stiffened with irritation at the flippancy with which she regarded it. Bug spray wouldn't do a hell of a lot in a swarm.

Margo's question, however, gave him slight pause. James considered it for a moment, weighing how he wished to respond before his eyes returned to hers. "They're not myths. I've seen things that shouldn't exist, at least not like we understand them, and I've watched them eat people alive." Stepping closer, he closed some of the distance between them. "Out there? It's not just animals, bugs, and plants in the way that you think. Believe me or don't, Miss Elliot, but I wouldn't suggest treating it like a joke."