✦ ・— 𝔬 𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔣𝔩𝔞𝔴

all it takes is one thread to snap & everything comes undone.

[fatalled]

001. YOON KYUNGSEOK. | wi hajoon. 「 LOVESHOT — level i cerberus agent. 」 [ INTRO. | MUSINGS. | AES | VISUALS. | DYNAMICS. | THREADS. ] ⇾ pinterest.

002. SASAKI HIROJI | sen mitsuji. 「 ROULETTE — independent contractor. 」 [ INTRO. | MUSINGS. | AES | VISUALS. | DYNAMICS. | THREADS. ] ⇾ pinterest.

003. ROMAN RASK | chris hemsworth. 「 ATLAS — independent contractor. 」 [ INTRO. | MUSINGS. | AES | VISUALS. | DYNAMICS. | THREADS. ] ⇾ pinterest.

⇾ dependent multi muse for cerberuscorp as written by cupid ♡

INACTIVE. — [ muses will not be RP'd but feel free to mention them based on previous plots / musings / headcanons! ]

00X. DELILAH KEMPER | DOLLY. 「 ORACLE — level iii cerberus agent. 」 [ INTRO. | MUSINGS. | AES | VISUALS. | DYNAMICS. | THREADS. ] ⇾ pinterest.

00X. ABRAHAM FLETCHER 「 LEGION — level ii cerberus agent. 」 [ INTRO. | MUSINGS. | AES | VISUALS. | DYNAMICS. | THREADS. ] ⇾ pinterest.

00X. HADRIAN LÉCUYER. | john david washington. 「 WITHER — independent contractor. 」 [ INTRO. | MUSINGS. | AES | VISUALS. | DYNAMICS. | THREADS. ] ⇾ pinterest.

[fatalled]

LOVESHOT & WHIRLPOOL // @godenvy

kyungseok has been avoiding cassian. & he is sure that cassian has been avoiding him in return. that ocean of unspoken words, unwanted feelings, and sharp bitterness keeps growing wider and wider. he finds himself listening for his voice in order to find his quick exit, matching footsteps to familiarity in order to turn around and head the other direction. thus far, they've been able to keep themselves apart. there has been no word about cassian stepping down — but with the debacle of the gala, there's been little word about anything. and he knew they wouldn't be able to keep this game going. but he also knew that they were going to keep trying to push it as far as it could go. so, it surprises him when he steps into one of the lounges there within cerberus ( a fucking break from this ... nothing that he's been instructed to do. ) that he finds cassian there too. that warning about riptides and being careful and watch where you swim because the water is dark and dangerous and can pull you under. & he knows immediately that he should leave, acknowledge those warnings. and he almost does. he turns, places his hand on the door and then — he stops.

"cass." their name hangs there for a moment in that wide, wide ocean between them. the next words out of his mouth truly surprises him: "can we talk?" & the worst they can say is yes. the most heartbreaking thing they can say is no.

[fatalled]

LOVESHOT & HADES // @fiiregaze

it's almost strange, sitting here & watching him. kyungseok has watched him for years but it feels like they've never done this before. there's almost that slight anticipation of a first date — well, not entirely true. there were a few weekends here and there throughout the years that they've managed to get away without too much attention. but never in the city and never where they ran the chance of getting recognized. but seongyeol had done his research & they are situated away from the door, half hidden away by a wall and vibrant green plants that toss their leafy tendrils off the side. the cafe sits cozy in its own little corner, setting a much different atmosphere than what he's used to with most cafes. but seongyeol did not settle for just any place. ( and maybe that's one of the reasons kyungseok found himself pulling closer. he didn't just settle, you had to be worth something. & maybe kyungseok wants to prove that he is. )

picking up his fork, kyungseok reaches over the table and grabs a piece of seongyeol's dessert. just a bit off the corner. just enough to taste it. the smile there at the corner of his mouth feels like the first time he's smiled in a week. maybe longer. the world falls away & time slows down when he's settled next to him. "i like this." and he pauses before going in for another piece. "feels like it's been forever since we've been able to do this." and it's hard to say whose fault that truly is. the blame could put at both of their feet — they're always working, always busy, always putting that image of level one cerberus agents first. and they — the two of them together — always seemed to come second.

[fatalled]

ROULETTE & WINTER //@rvnxwxys

"fucking hell." hiroji would mutter that under his breath — but he would have to care if victoria heard him. he doesn't. in fact, after the gala and the absolute shit she gave him for stealing a cigarette — he really doesn't. not to mention the fact that she absolutely handed him his ass there that night. so, he really isn't too keen on seeing her again. and yet! and fucking yet! here she stands. "you got a thing for me or what? because everywhere i fucking go, you're there too. either you have a crush on me which, thanks, but no or you're just that annoying which ... that position is already filled by your fucking truly."

[ichorstained]

open to: all location: some small bar setting: news of the cerberus corp scandal is playing on the small tv above the bar.

" -- all i'm saying is you can't trust corporations. i bet this is only the tip of the cerberus iceberg." she shrugs and continues sipping from her bourbon. nobody had asked her opinion and frankly, she was mostly rambling to herself like a crazy person.

[fatalled]

"well, they've also done good things too." roman shrugs his shoulders. the glass in front of him remains empty. "remember that smoke guy a few years ago? you couldn't even go outside without it being a health hazard and they were the ones who took him down." roman remembered him. ( he shook his hand, asked if he could get him anything. if he needed anything. learned a lot about ventilation systems from the guy. ) "i'm just saying ... we shouldn't forget that they've done good things too. saved a lot of lives."

[fatalled]

ROULETTE & CUPCAKE //@disruptedlogic

hiroji steps away from the lonely spot there in the hallway. ryuu is at work. hiroji feels like a dog waiting for the door to open, his entire life living in expectation of when the hinges move. how fucking sad is that? so, he's got to fill his time with something. one second the world stands still and the next everything jumps forward, everything organizing itself the way it should. ( or so he would believe it should. )

"cupcake!" and with no answer, he goes right up to the truck and bangs his fist on the side. "hello ... i know you're in there, old man."

[loftycries]

there aren't exactly so many places to hide in the returns section of a department store — not without catching a suspicious look from an older woman who brought their dog into the store — so maybe james shouldn't be so surprised that roman made the decision to say hello instead of ignoring him. would james have noticed roman if roman hadn't said anything ? the world may never know.

roman is lucky ( or unlucky ) enough to catch james at his most civilian-like state — in line to make returns after making several impulse decisions buying things online at odd hours in the night — and so he is at a rare loss for words. " uh. hi roman, " he finally replies, uncharacteristically unlike his usual charismatic self. but maybe that's to be expected, considering that the last time they met, roman all but hypnotized him into thinking he was his older brother. something that ... james is still refusing to unpack — especially if that implies a brother is what he innately desires. " how have you been ? "

[fatalled]

how has he been? well, there's the truth which is ... not great but he just gives a quick smile instead. a lie always works. usually. the unfortunately part is that james ... would know if he's deliberately lying to him. one of those little ... side effects that roman had yet to entirely figure out a workaround. ( his workaround has been to avoid them but clearly, he's very bad at that. ) "well enough ... as well as i can be."

if james is at a loss for words — which he sure seems to be — then roman is at a loss of how to get through this. he already has started digging a hole and he isn't sure where he put the shovel. shit. keep it simple, keep it truthful. roman's gaze flicks towards the ... strange mix of items in his arms and aims for the stars with this one. "and y-yourself? you, uh, running some errands at this time of night for a reason?"

[fatalled]

LOVESHOT & ZEUS // @forunholy

the issue about not being able to work means that kyungseok is left with time on his hands and he has no idea what to do with that. the day really never had to end for him, a constant rush of things to do that started when he woke up to when he went to sleep and sometimes, he didn't even do that. working kept his mind busy and if his mind is busy then he isn't caught up in the mess of cerberus or those of his own making. now he's — left with these huge gaps during the day to fill out. and what he is supposed to do with that? ( esen suggested relaxing. but kyungseok would rather chew bricks. )

he wanders. very long walks. it keeps him occupied and the change of scenery ( good and bad ) helps. the cold burns in his lungs, dragging needles of ice down his back. a distraction, something to keep his mind busy. he isn't chasing down racing thoughts when he's just trying to figure out where to stop to warm up for a moment. the coffee shop is the first place that catches his eye. it'll do for the moment.

& as he steps inside, he bumps into the shoulder of the figure heading out. "sorry about that. i didn't see you."

[stlowens]

May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude [ID in alt text]

[fallenfalin]

"Thanks but aren't you worried that...."There was a vulnerable look on TJ's face. Yes the mullet was out of fashion. But it did have some benefits. It helped keep a low enough profile. His mouth was agape before closing it. "Never mind." He said dismissing it.

He looked at the jacket and then his brother. TJ was feeling torn. It was as if he had to choose. The younger decided to throw the jacket over his shoulders but not completely wearing. "I would expect someone like Loveshot to know the answer."

TJ took a deep breath. He is not about to make a scene as captain. He had to keep a nuetral standpoint. "As for the scene itself- I believe the citizens are safe but it's hard to discern." He paused, thinking about that line about extraordinaries. It made his blood run cold. TJ's face twitched the mask of neutrality slipping off. "An apparent smoke alarm went off but the source is unknown." Without thinking, the captain threw his hand up in fustration. . "You know how many things set a fire alarm off. I can name at least twenty." He said tersely pacing ,his anger boiling inside him.The fire alarm was easier to take his fustration out on. The hypothetical mask slipping off the ground. He was mad, scared, and hurt. How can his brother not care.

"You don't even realize the danger that can put everyone in,brother." He seethed, as if his words were implying something else.

[fatalled]

kyungseok arches a brow. the anger felt — well, if he were honest there was always something boiling just beneath the surface from tj. no matter what kyungseok said, he was going to piss him off in one way or another. a game they seemed to be eternally playing. "you expect me to know the answer? about something that is decidedly in your domain of expertise? just because i know what a building is doesn't mean i know how to make one."

he watches him pace, a habit that seemed to run through the family. neither one of them were very good at staying still — they had to be doing something. & then he reaches over and grabs tj by the upper arm and hauls him out of the crowd. a small empty area where they could talk without someone catching the gist of their conversation. he might not be wearing his mask at the moment but he thankful that tj still is. loveshot argues with cerberus agents would make a headline.

"i don't realize? what the fuck are you talking about? there's no way you're this angry about a fucking fire alarm. what is it?" the speech? more than likely. everyone is set on edge with that. kyungseok isn't going to jump to conclusions — for one, it wouldn't sit well if a level one agent turns around and starts trashing cerberus. he already is going to face enough fire when he reports back to work. but ... he isn't going to do all the guesswork for tj either. if he wants to talk to kyungseok, he can use his words.

@oflimercnces !

[fatalled]

ROULETTE & ERIS // @fiiregaze

emotionally, hiroji is laying on the floor. physically, no — he might not have a lot of dignity but he had some. emotionally, however, an entirely different story. lying on the floor, face down in a stagnant puddle of unknown origin that smells like garbage water and other bodily fluids probably. this being a hospital, that could be just about anything. that's where he feels like he is. instead, he's posted up against the mouth of an hallway left waiting. the person he's supposed to pick up for is late. of course they are, they always fucking are. why call him when you're not even ready for him to be here?

a load of sh — wait a second. the world sort of slams itself sideways as he sees someone through the waiting room. worse, it's someone he both knows and doesn't. they register somewhere in his memory but not enough for him to pinpoint. what the fuck? he takes a step & jumps closer. a few of those waiting jerk in surprise but this world has been lit up and glowing with powers for long enough that hiroji really doesn't give a shit what they think about him. now, faces — eh, he's not very good with. a voice that follows you into unconsciousness, however, hiroji isn't going to let slip away so easily.

"excuse me, doctor?" a guess. considering the haughty arrogance about them — and the scrubs. he gives a wide fake smile to the family that they're speaking too before interrupting. "wow, this is crazy. you know, i didn't catch your name ... do you remember me? you threatened me, knocked me out, and then locked me in closet." & looks to the person the doctor was speaking to. "oh, shit — am i interrupting?"

[fatalled]

ATLAS & BANSHEE // @disruptedlogic

maybe it's the news. every so often someone would mention something about what all happened with those extra ordinaries. it sets him on high alert, every muscle tenses to run to the nearest exit, and that means he's looking a little more closely. or maybe this city is actually only made of the few people that roman knows. hana isn't exactly a welcoming sight for sore eyes. the last job he did for her was successful. there would no reason why she would be upset with him — but she isn't someone roman wants much to do with these days. not when he's practically at cerberus's door, begging to be let in & he knows she very much wouldn't like that.

it's a good thing he's a good liar when he wants to be.

the easy smile is a sharp contrast to how cold his hands are, how tight his stomach twists itself into knots, how shaky everything suddenly feels. if he were at all smart, he would quickly turn away and pretend that he didn't see her. the issue is that he can't afford her asking questions to the wrong people. but therein lies the other issue. if word got around that he's here — well, maybe sleeping with the fishes is actually nice.

"hana. long time, no see."

[fatalled]

ROULETTE & THANATOS // @godenvy

hiroji is not a fan of the quiet. not a fan of being stuck in this web of nonsense. when ryuu woke up, they went back to something normal except it is quiet. he wakes up, he leaves, and hiroji is left to talk to the dead air left behind. even the texts asking to check in on the little succulent have stopped. & he has no idea what to really do about it. honestly, he figured that ryuu just wanted some space. but needing space quickly trips into avoiding someone and hiroji — well, hates that.

he's done his fair share of avoiding too, thinking ryuu was going to tell him to get out and leave and he just wanted to hold onto ... whatever it was that they had for a moment longer. except ryuu never said anything. the apartment is quiet. they are quiet. & he hates it. ( then again, maybe he hasn't given him enough time or space. maybe ryuu just isn't ready to talk to him. maybe he should — )

"hey." it shatters that silence. hiroji stands in the kitchen, looking at ryuu. "if you want me to leave, i'm going to need you to say so. i mean, i can go. if that ... if that's what you want. and —" he pauses, pressing his lips together. what do you say? hiroji has no idea anymore. this ended up somewhere he hadn't really considered and every step he took felt like he was ... making another mistake. was it a mistake to ask that question? an even bigger one to stay? "and we can forget what happened. i'm sorry."

[trajedyas]

everyone  traversed  the  realm  of  dreams  in  their  own  unique  way.  some  experienced  dreams  that  were  utterly  perplexing,  astonishing,  and  equally  entertaining.  others  navigated  through  nightmares  that  were  harrowing  from  start  to  finish,  leaving  them  lamenting  their  inability  to  continue  the  enchanting  dreams  that  felt  like  fairy  tales  after  waking.  liv  was  like  a  dream  encyclopedia,  yet  even  she  had  been  taken  aback  by  dreams  that  began  idyllically  and  subtly  morphed  into  nightmares.

what  she  encountered  when  delving  into  his  dreamworld  was  precisely  one  of  these  experiences.  liv  became  a  part  of  the  dreams  she  entered,  and  being  a  part  of  his  was  a  painful  ordeal,  much  like  the  nightmares  she  had  about  her  brother's  death.  they  were  akin  to  being  electrocuted,  a  kind  of  nightmare  that  made  her  feel  like  all  her  emotions  were  ablaze.  to  comprehend  such  nightmares  better,  there  was  only  one  way:  to  merge  with  them,  to  get  closer.

at  that  moment,  the  significance  of  being  behind  masks  seemed  trivial.  if  liv  had  previously  connected  with  someone  through  dreams,  the  dynamics  of  her power  would  immediately  shift  for  her.  dream  connections  elicited  emotions  that  were  sharper  and  clearer.  hence,  as  she  approached  him,  liv's  mental  turmoil  intensified.  the  lines  must  have  blurred,  and  they  must  have  reached  that  point  where  dreams,  nightmares,  and  reality  gave  way  to  harmony  since,  had  he  not  caught  her,  her  luminous  gown  might  have  become  the  canvas  for  one  of  the  night's  crises.  yet,  the  physical  connection,  though  it  might  have  saved  her  from  this  predicament,  simultaneously  elevated  her  mental  turmoil  to  its  zenith.  

having  willingly  stepped  into  danger,  liv  now  clung  to  his  elbow,  realizing  that  she  could  barely  stand  without  his  support.  "thank  you.  —  believe  it  or  not,  i'm  not  intoxicated,  but  i  feel  as  if  i'm  on  the  verge  of  fainting."

when  liv  sought  to  lift  her  gaze  and  make  eye  contact  with  the  man  still  supporting  her,  the  first  sight  that  greeted  her  was  a  hallucination  of  her  deceased  brother,  happily  raising  a  glass  in  the  midst  of  the  crowd  a  bit  further  away.  this  vision  prompted  her  to  close  her  eyes,  clinging  even  tighter  to  the  stranger's  arm,  compelling  her  to  speak.  "oh,  heavens.  could  you  assist  me  in  sitting  down?  i  doubt  i  can  stand  unaided.  i  apologize  for  this  embarrassment."

[fatalled]

the world trips on itself and begins to stretch, that odd space between being aware but your mind still clings the those odd dreamshapes just beyond the consciousness. kyungseok doesn't let them go, feeling their fingers tighten around his arm. for a strange second, it feels as though he cannot let them go. he'll be untethered, become unraveled. not intoxicated, sure. maybe he's the one who has had a little more that he should this evening. are you alright? the question sticks in his throat.

he gives a nod and pulls them toward one of the tables where the chairs remain empty. he'll just — a glance up, however, stops him cold. standing right there in the middle of the gala floor is a dead man. & just as her grip tightened, his does the same. ( you left me there. / no, i couldn't save you, i couldn't reach you. / you made a choice. and you left me there. ) he swallows hard. that stretched out world begins fall, dip, and turn inwards on the both of them. kyungseok forces a step forward, pushing past the illusion — the dream — the hallucination, he has no idea. it isn't real.

it can't be real. "here, take a seat. you said —" & he has to clear his throat, glancing over his shoulder at that empty space. the dead man is gone but he feels that sharp pinch right there between his shoulder blades. that untraceable feeling of being watched, of someone's fingertips just barely hovering over the skin. he furrows his brown, trying to focus on her and not the voices that keep pressing against his mind. "you said that you weren't intoxicated but maybe some water will help you? you look ... sick, honestly. you sure you're alright?"

( you left me. you left me. you left me you left me youleftmeyouleftme. )

[fatalled]

— ATLAS & LUCIDITY // @iridescences WHEN: a middling afternoon. WHERE: on the streets.

of all people in the world, roman never — he never thought that he would ever see talia again. not that he hasn't seen her, glittering and beautiful with that smile illuminating every poster and interview. he just hasn't seen her exist in the same world has him in a very long time. a world can shift so easily, one moment everything stands exactly how it should, exactly how you picture it, and the next — well, you're a stranger standing on the side of a street watching this shred of a previous life disappear into the crowd.

& something in his mind just can't let her go without saying ... something.

"t-talia." it comes out too soft. a shadow of the loud lawyer he used to be, a shadow of everything he used to be. he never had a reason to flinch at the sound of his own voice before but now he does. he follows, not wanting to touch her or scare her lest she vanish entirely. roman wants so very much for her to be real. "talia!" he pulls the hoodie off that he's wearing, showing his face should she listen and curiosity cause her to turn around.

[fatalled]

— ROULETTE & GLITCH // @ofpantheons WHEN: honestly, hiroji has no idea what day it is. WHERE: jaime's apartment, as always.

hiroji sits — well, sure, one could call it sitting — on a couch he's only half welcomed on, slumped all the way down watching the television blur and blitz and fuzz itself between channels. he nearly busted his head open when he jumped into jaime's apartment. he's been — out of sorts recently. a loss of self, a loss of being, he has no idea. one moment, he's alright and the next it feels like he's unstable. it's like being aware that the next step he makes is going to be a bad one, he can feel it somewhere in his gut.

or maybe he's depressed. the whole shebang with gala and ryuu and everything has him feeling unmoored. & hiroji is not used to feeling lost. there's always a direction, always a goal, always something he's chasing. but right now, he's without his sense of true north — stranded out there on a starless sea with nothing to point him home. ( he knows where it is — he just doesn't know how to get there. )

"i don't know, man. maybe i'm depressed." he gives a halfhearted shrug. "or — you can stop being stingy and let me help you with this job thing. i'm only asking seventy-thirty." a joke! honest.

[fatalled]

— ATLAS & SAVANT // @loftycries WHEN: on a gray and cold afternoon. WHERE: i dont actually know so i'm leaving to my writing partner to decide where they are. it's a collaboration ... if u even care ...

roman has made an art out of avoiding people. not an easy feat when his shoulders feel as wide as he is tall, a fact he is made all the more aware of as he tries to hide. however, with enough practice and his anxiety making him hyper-aware of his surroundings, he could get away with getting away pretty easily. & that's without even having to — roman will never find the right word for that, will he? manipulate is the only one that works and it is one that fills him with the most guilt — manipulate them into turning the other way.

yet there are a very select few that manage to not only recognize him but he would not be able to ask them to turn away — because he's already done that. those circles didn't often cross into venn diagrams but when they did ... this guy somehow always manages to be there. it's like a talent at this point. & the worst part, because there's always a worst part, is there is a sharp reminder of his younger brother that follows this guy like an afterimage. roman could close his eyes and he would see noah standing there — not a stranger he manipulated, not someone he barely knew but his brother.

& in that second between getting away scot-free and being notice, roman stands there. and offers something a smile. maybe it's that afterimage, maybe he's trying to his hand at speaking to ghosts, maybe he just wants to pretend for that split second that he isn't entirely alone in this world anymore. "hello again. fancy ... nope, not at all at all what i meant to say. i'm sorry, you caught me off guard."