natural talent.

now we're stuck in the storm we were born to ignore. ( dependent ethan fell for asphxyiahq. )

[gargoyles42]

[fellsethan]

@ircnxveils

[martykirkby]

[fellsethan]

cfxfangs‌:

           she finds that more often than not, the best means of  M A N I P U L A T I O N only happens when she’d placed herself in a position to act some way she didn’t feel or didn’t know beyond memories. it also helps that SOME people are easier to break than others: easier to mold in whatever fun little chaotic way you want them to be — she enjoyed the game of it all. he was merely in the wrong place at the wrong time; she would’ve happily chosen anyone ( willing or not ). “ so, you seem like you could use more… — FRIENDLY… faces in your life. ”

@fellsethan​

    he  was  always  good  at  reading  people.  reading  a  friendly  face,  reading  someone  who  needed  help  and  when  to  offer  it.  (  he  has  maya’s  personality  and  his  mother’s  diplomacy  to  thank  for  that.  )  what  he  often  underestimates  is  people’s  ability  to  read  him.  he’s  accepted  eliza  can  and  does,  that  she  can  read  him  like  a  book  when  he  didn’t  even  know  he  was  still  open.  (  if  this  were  harry  potter,  and  a  war  broke  out,  she’d  be  his  secret  keeper.  without  a  shadow  of  any  doubt.  )  and,  equally,  what  he  often  forgets  is  eliza  was  a  stranger  once  too.  a  friendly  face  in  a  crowd,  another  person  he  had  no  idea  he’d  come  to  move  the  earth  for.  (  he  was  ignorant  but  it  wasn’t  blissful.  the  bliss  came  only  in  everything  after.  )  it’s  when  she  comes  up  to  him,  kind  smile  and  good  intentions,  that  he  remembers  that.  he  offers  her  a  smile  in  return,  decides  to  open  himself  up  again.  “  you  seem  like  you’re  willing  to  offer  one.  ”  

[fellsethan]

ircnxveils‌:

             going to school felt more of a  R O U T I N E than a necessity but in a lot of ways, she was more than happy for the break it offered her ( at least when it came to the shitty aspects of her life ). the Gangbangers were in a weird 2.0 phase, not bad so much as DIFFERENT and new — something she was typically terrified of. Change usually correlated with trust issues and thoughts regarding a version of herself that used to be so naive and caring; she cared now but she’d changed along the way because being smarter about the people that she chose to let in, well she couldn’t exactly say it wasn’t the best choice she’d ever made ( he was proof of that ). eyes falling forward in their gaze, seeming to fall on an address she’d typically dismiss though all he had to do was a firm who he was and then it became hard to see anyone BUT him. “ ya know, I ain’t typically all about the big surprises, ” moving close enough to give his chest a quick and rather playful poke, something she knew only settled in the subtle softness that was reserved for him and her friends. “ guess the hot new man bod kinda makes up for it but I hope this means yer’ gonna be meeting all of my buddies finally? — the Gangbangers meetin’ ya has been a long time coming. ” 

    as  expected,  she’s  sympathetic.  more  than  that,  she’s  happy  to  see  him.  (  he  happily  would’ve  taken  any  and  all  of  her  criticism  if  it  kept  that  softness  to  her  tone.  he’s  sure  most  of  it  would’ve  been  entirely  merited.  )  “  i  know  it’s  an  ambush,  ”  but  a  pleasant  one,  he’d  like  to  think.  there  was  nothing  physically  wrong  with  his  old  body,  but  he  has  to  admit  ;  the  beard  works  for  him.  (  he’s  cruising  the  line  of  vanity,  always  has.  he’s  always  had  an  athlete’s  charm  and  a  pretty  face,  now  it’s  simply  fixed  forever.  )  “  but  it  worked  out  for  you.  ”  he’s  really  hoping  she  buys  the  casual  affair  and  not  the  crisis  implications  undercutting  his  tone.  he’s  not  hiding  from  anyone  but  himself.  (  unless  that  girl  come  the  alley  can  be  counted.  he  sees  flashes  of  her  in  everyone  if  he  looks.  he’s  had  to  stop.  he  can’t  exactly  bargain  his  way  a   new  brain  too.  )  he  goes  to  poke  at  her  shoulder,  aware  of  his  own  strength,  before  his  hand  falls  again.  “  lead  the  way.  ”  he  knows  they’re  at  a  school,  that  they  all  have  prior  engagements,  but  between  all  the  stories  he’s  heard  and  a  name  like  the  gangbangers,  he’s  not  entirely  sure  that’ll  matter.  “  you  can  give  me  a  tour  too.  i  think  i’m  going  to  spend  the  rest  of  my  life  getting  lost  here.  ”  he  kind  of  feels  like  he’s  at  hogwarts.  it’s  satiating  a  long  time  childhood  dream,  but  it’s  also  bringing  back  everything  he’s  ever  catalogued  about  the  chamber  of  secrets.  (  it’s  his  favourite,  and  in  his  opinion,  the  best.  )  the  concept  of  one  actually  existing  however  is  decisively  less  thrilling.

[kniveslookbooks]

there’s nothing more satisfying than the sound of hitting someone solid in the fucking jaw.

[summer-roberts]

[fellsethan]

ircnxveils‌:

@fellsethan

[fellsethan]

    less  than  two  days  in,  and  he’s  ended  up  in  detention.  he  can’t  even  call  ignorance  of  the  rules  (  it  may  be  a  magic  school  but  it  wasn’t  as  though  he’d  stepped  into  an  alternate  reality  )  or  ignorance  of  the  consequences  equally.  he  knew  what  he  was  getting  himself  into.  he  saw  a  scuffle  between  a  couple  of  students,  decided  that  breaking  it  up  was  the  only  option.  he’s  always  been  tall,  broad,  and  that  hasn’t  changed  much  with  this  body.  his  left  hook,  however,  evidently  has.  he  hadn’t  broken  the  kids  nose,  despite  all  the  blood,  but  he  was  sent  to  detention.  he’s  taken  a  seat  near  the  back,  away  from  what  he  can  only  assume  is  the  usual  crew,  and  keeps  his  head  down.  (  he  doesn’t  regret  what  he  did,  will  probably  do  it  again,  but  he’d  prefer  not  to  draw  too  much  attention  to  himself.  )  his  glance  only  tips  up  when  someone  takes  the  seat  beside  him,  evidently  late  to  detention.  yikes.  he  leans  over,  hands  braced  on  the  desk  as  he  does.    it  strikes  him  he  doesn’t  look  like  a  student.  “  dude --  you  know  you’re  late  to  the  party,  right?  ”  @ofadan​

[fellsethan]

    he  has  that  jittery  first  day  of  school  feeling.  it’s  not  necessarily  misplaced,  considering  the  spectacular  gymnastics  that  were  pulled  to  get  him  here.  birth  certificates  and  lie  detector  tests  ;  dna  was,  for  obvious  reasons,  out  of  the  question.  it  helped  that  his  story  wasn’t  the  most  extraordinary  thing  they’d  ever  heard  (  or  at  least,  he  hoped  so  )  but  that  doesn’t  mean  he  still  doesn’t  feel  as  though  he’s  straining against  his  uniform.  he’s  never  been  to  private  school,  never  had  the  money  for  it  growing  up.  he  never  minded,  but  the  difference  seems  stark  now.  between  looking  too  old  to  be  here  (  he  had  to  finish  high  school,  but  that’s  a  him  problem  )  and  feeling  misplaced,  there’s  anxiety  crawling  up  his  back.  the  only  saving  grace  is,  naturally,  eliza.  and  eliza’s  friends,  who  he  has  yet  to  meet.  (  he’s  prepared  for  the  weird  looks,  the  equally  questioning  ‘  how  did  you  meet  again?  ’  inquiries.  )  “  surprise?  ”  he  finds  her  in  the  flurry  of  students,  flares  his  arms  out  after  he  scratches  his  head.  “  it’s  ethan,  by  the  way.  ”  that’s  going  to  take  some  getting  used  to.  but,  as  a  person  who’s  also  body  swapped,  he  hopes  there’s  some  sympathetic  understanding.   @ircnxveils​

[fellsethan]

ofrstrnt‌:

     “   CALL  IT  WISH  FULFILLMENT.    i’ve  always  wanted  to  fly  but  i  hate  planes. ”   he’s  got  no  problem  with  heights,  or  even  with  enclosed  spaces;  it’s  the  people.  packed  in  like  sardines,  elbows  to  elbows  with  strangers  whose  hands  have  been  god knows  where  isn’t  on  his  to-do  list.   “  i’d  pay  to  see  a  good  fourth  wall  break.  i  hope  i  live  long  to  see  it  happen. ”

    “  you  could  take  a  helicopter.  ”  arguably,  they’re  more  dangerous  than  planes.  more  compact,  faster.  but  if  danger  isn’t  what  he’s  trying  to  evade,  then  by  all  means.  he  thinks  he  could’ve  been  a  pilot  in  another  life.  he  would’ve  worked  hard,  learnt  the  drills,  saw  the  world.  perhaps  that’s  still  an  option.  he’s  having  to  consider  everything  beyond  the  age  of  twenty  five  prematurely.  “  i  give  it  ten  years.  before  flying  cars  but  after  talking  monkeys.  ”  both  marks  of  incredible  achievement.  “  so,  unless  you  have  a  death  wish,  i’d  say  keep  blowing  out  your  birthday  candles.  ”

[fellsethan]

shcrksmile‌:

   “calling card? i’ve got a whole brand,” she responded, amusement twinkling in her eyes. “WHY NOT give i a shot? no offense but your atlas is showing.” atlas, the man who held up the sky. that was one dylan did remember. 

    “  atlas  stopped  the  sky  from  falling.  he  has  a  bad  rap.  ”  true,  he’ll  maintain,  but  he  isn’t  endangering  other  lives  by  discussing  his  own.  he  takes  a  sip  of  his  drink,  now  lukewarm,  and  as  stale  as  admitting  she  has  a  point.  “  you  promise  you  don’t  secretly  work  for  homeland  security?  ”

[fellsethan]

ofsilvrwings‌:

he was a BIT exhausted. he fucking sucked at this, and v— v wasn’t going to be disappointed because v LOVED him, but aster was disappointed in himself. “yea, he breathed out tiredly. “lots.”

    at  least  he’s  willing  to  accept  help.  extending  his  hand,  an  offer  to  pull  the  other  up,  before  he  adjusts  the  positioning  of  his  feet.  they’re  more  or  less  parallel  to  each  other,  back  straight.  “  your  first  problem  is  your  feet.  ”  first  problem.  they’re  about  to  be  here  for  a  while.  “  you’re  setting  off  way  too  wide,  man.  you  can’t  maintain  that  when  you  start  moving.  ”  because  he  has  to  compare  everything  to  football,  he  does.  “  if  you  throw  a  ball  with  your  arms  down,  it’s  gonna  hit  the  ground,  right?  same  principle.  ”

[bidoctor]

[fellsethan]

ofashes‌:

     SHE WAS FUCKING TIRED. maybe she had too much to drink, maybe not enough. but he was moving forward and she backing up because fuck him. he was speaking, smooth tone as if he knew what he was doing. leaning in close and– “leave some room for jesus man.” babs said, disgruntled. in face of him not backing up, she did. leading her to bump right into who was behind her. “shit.” she cursed. “my bad.” not an apology but close enough. 

    “  no  problem.  ”  he  really  should  be  keeping  better  track  of  his  surroundings.  he  has  no  excuse,  dialled  up  to  eleven  in  every  way  possible.  the  atmosphere may  be  a  little  overwhelming  but  he  could  still  make  out  his  own  heartbeat  if  he  focused.  (  that  had  taken  him  by  surprise.  he’s  dead  and  yet  he  functions.  )  his  gaze  tips  down  towards  her,  finds  red  hair  under  the  strobe  lights.  he’s  reminded,  again,  that  he’s  essentially  human  when  his  heart  pounds  with  anxiety.  he  knows  it  isn’t  eliza,  knows  that  everything  about  her  stature  is  wrong,  but  he  has  hope  for  a  moment  before  her  voice  registers.  and  then  horror  joins  his  anxiety  and  grips  around  his  throat.  he  knows  her  voice,  knows  her.  without  any  shadow  of  doubt.  after  all,  he  killed  her.  (  it’s  absurdly  facetious  for  a  dead  man  to  ask  how  she  survived,  but  it’s  the  only  question  he  can  think  of.  )  “  sorry.  ”  he  swallows,  knows  there’s  no  way  she  can  recognise  him.  he  doesn’t  look  as  he  did  in  that  alley.  and  it  was  low  light,  anyway.  he  doesn’t  think  she  could  pick  him  out  a  low  light  if  she  wanted  to.  (  if  she  had  to.  )  he’s  stiff  when  he  turns  his  head  to  look  for  any  exit.  he  can  see  one  in  the  far  right  corner  but,  because  that’s  just  his  luck,  he’s  going  to  have  to  go  through  the  idiot  she’s  clearly  trying  to  ward  off.  “  is  he  giving  you  trouble?  ”

[fellsethan]

ofdstrctn‌:

         “  ignore  that  ENERGIZER  BUNNY  running  around.   he’s  not  technically  real. ”

    technically  real.  okay,  that  makes  sense.  “  okay.  ”  he  resists  the  temptation  to  wave  a  few  fingers  in  front  of  it,  and  the  man  before  him.  it’s  not  real  but  it  can  interact  with  the  world  around  it,  right?  

[fellsethan]

ofparamedic‌:

“ man, i thought that p f  c h a n g s place was good, it doesn’t have anything on this.” tom said, mouth full of noodles from the local chinese restaurant that was all homemade. “something about a u t h e n t i c restaurants over chain i guess?” so tom was a foodie, the way to his happiness had always been through his stomach. @apxstarters​

   “  it’s  probably  because  the  chain’s  mass  produced.  ”  not  that  there’s  anything  wrong  with  a  few  timely  portions  of  fried  rice  when  the  occasion  calls  for  it,  but  authentic  is  always  superior.  he’s  taking  a  bite  of  one  of  the  egg  rolls,  practically  dripping  in  sauce,  and  officially  feeling  like  he’s  found  his  happy  place.  (  he  hasn’t  worked  if  he  has  to  eat  to  survive  yet,  but  he’s  definitely  noticed  a  difference  in  his  appetite.  )  “  do  you  think  this  place  delivers?  ”  maybe  the  way  to  make  up  for  giving  his  mother  a  heart  attack  each  and  every  time  he  walks  in  the  door  is free  chinese  food.  (  she’s  not  at  all  coming  around,  watching  a  lot  of  body  swap  movies  that  are  basically  nerd  porn,  but  she  hasn’t  kicked  him  out.  )  

[fellsethan]

ofsilvrwings‌:

   and THAT, was what people called a wipeout. aster was trying to learn ice skating, that way he could surprise v with a date to the rink (he was sure the other knew how to ice skate, don’t ask him how or why— he knew). but, all he seemed to be doing was wiping out. 

    this  really  isn’t  his  business,  but  it’s  kind  of  upsetting  to  watch  the  continuous  wipe outs.  he  isn’t  much  more  than  a  slightly  above  average  skater,  but  he  can  keep  himself  upright.  he  pulls  himself  up  at  the  latest  failed  attempt,  exhales  as  he  walks  over  to  the  other  man.  “  hey.  you  need  some  help?  ”  

[fellsethan]

ofmorality‌:

    “i mean yeah, you could tell me anything. i don’t know like, a single person in this city to tell. plus the total stranger thing. lots of reasons all around.” 

    “  you  know,  pass.  ”  once  bitten,  twice  shy.  trusting  strangers  hiding  behind  false  smiles  has  already  bitten  him  once.  “  that’s  a  good  calling  card  you  got,  though.  ”