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[g0ldscountry]

MULTI MUSE FEATURING CHARACTERS FROM VARIOUS MEDIA. LOVED BY GOLD. SHE/HER. 27.

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS ARE A PRIORITY. FOCUSED ON THE TRAGEDY OF HEROES, THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD ON THEIR SHOULDERS, FALLS FROM GRACE. TRIGGERING AND MATURE CONTENT AHEAD, DO NOT FOLLOW ME IF YOU'RE A MINOR.

IMPORTANT! : THIS BLOG IS SEMI - SHIP EXCLUSIVE WITH SILVERSCOUNTRY + EXTREMELY AFFILIATED WITH THEM. THE LORE ON THIS BLOG IS SHARED WITH THEM AND THE WORLD(S) OF THEIR CREATION. THERE IS NO WIGGLE ROOM AT ALL. SILVER WILL BE MY FIRST PRIORITY ON THIS BLOG.

LINKS : SITE. MY OTHER HALF.

[g0ldscountry]

PSA. SHIPPING STATUS HAS CHANGED. this blog is now ship exclusive with @silverscountry. this has been a long time coming for us, tossing the idea back and forth for a few years now and we have finally decided that now is the time. going forward, ships are not a priority for me. everything will me made platonic and there will even more likely be mentions silver's characters in replies. this decision is made for comfort and not out of malice, i hope to keep writing with you guys and exploring different ideas and dynamics. ₊˚⊹♡

[g0ldscountry]

THE LAMB TO SLAUGHTER. HARD DRUGS & RECKLESS BEHAVIOR.

multi muses featuring bombsight, as told by gold and soldier boy, as told by silver, and many more. various media across both blogs has been violently reconstructed and replaced by one of silver's creation. triggering themes are going to be present, do not interact if you are under 21.

"YOU'LL BEAR IT. YOU'LL LAST OUT. YOU WILL." olga bergholz

[notmorbid]

the change.

dialogue prompts from the change: animorphs #13 by k.a. applegate.

i am human. partly.

don't hide stuff from me because you think it'll hurt my feelings, okay?

i can't handle you feeling sorry for me.

you know, how you think of me is sort of important.

are you lost?

have you ever heard the saying, 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend'?

it sounds complicated, but you get used to it.

have i ever mentioned that you are extremely cool?

just keep running this same direction. don't stop.

i remember when you were fun.

i was never fun.

it makes me sick when you take risks i can't take.

i would give anything to go in your place.

you can open your eyes now.

i'm not going to be left out. not this time.

humans invent all sorts of things that are not true.

i guess everyone has problems, right?

you heard me? i was trying to be quiet.

it's good to have someone to talk to.

someone or something is using me, and i don't like it very much.

no one is going to use me.

you don't look like a _____ to me.

why stick me with this job?

what am i, some kind of hero?

i have to go for a while.

i don't even know if anyone looked for me.

what the heck is happening?

oh, man, am i glad to hear your voice.

i'm hungry, and i'm tired, and i'm mad.

you can relax. we're all here to help you now.

i'm not exactly the same as i used to be. i've changed.

come on, you big baby. say it.

you should never be singing anything. i've heard you sing.

i have the feeling we're on our own.

are you going to whine the whole way?

i've had about all the close calls i can stand for one day.

a predator is never angry, just hungry.

any day i stay alive is a good day for me.

this isn't their place. it's ours.

i hope you haven't lost all that anger.

would it be wrong for me to say i love you?

you're lucky i'm in a hurry.

i don't want pity. not even yours.

if somebody's nice to me, i'll totally fall apart.

i'm the same as ever. i really don't want to talk about it.

i'm just feeling sorry for myself.

i just need a good night's sleep. i'll be fine in the morning.

have i kept my promise?

are you happy?

[silverscountry-a-deactivated202]

in hindsight I should've used the door. knocked. but that's boooooooooooooooooooooring. wade's legs stick kicking, what can't drop in on his second favorite grump in the enitre world, well okay, one of his favorite grumps in the entire world. “wow.” pause, “they must've not just pissed in your cornflakes but also pooped in your cheerios too.”

[g0ldscountry]

there's a roll of his eyes as the other drones on. he slides the balcony door closed, taking a cigarette from the pack crumpled up in his back pocket and fishing for the lighter a moment later. they must've not just pissed in your cornflakes but also -- shiloh scoffs, sticking the cigarette between his teeth. he finally glares. " can you not be fuckin' gross for two seconds? just tell me what you want. cash? place to crash? what? what is it? "

[rush-the-stars]

am always obsessed when someone says to a character “call off your dog” about another character.

[cerynitiis]

thick roses blooming around every corner, their sweet smell filling the air, peonies and bearded irises, snapdragons and dahlia's, cornflowers, chrysanthemum, astilbe in the more shadow - rich corners of the castle pleasure gardens. it is one of her favorite places to visit, the air filled with birdsong and the pleasant rush of water fountains, sometimes the hushed chatter of others strolling over the shell - strewn paths.

elia always imagined he would stick out like a sore thumb among highgarden's many frivolous and delicate flowers, a winter castaway stuck in spring, but nothing could be less true. the sun has kissed some color into his pale cheeks and catches the red in his curls, which seem like a crown of fire against the contrasting green hedges. his silk shirt and linen tunic gleam in the light. the seamstress' choice for a sharp cut, pale silver fabric and embroidered direwolf suit him.

she doesn't realize they have fallen in step next to each other until he stops. she becomes conscious, too conscious, of their proximity. he is so close that when she breathes in, she can smell the clean soap of his skin, the honey oil, produced by highgarden's own bees, that one of the servants must have combed through his curls. she makes sure not to look at him when she speaks, voice hushed. " i shouldn't be this close. "

no. you should not. despite his words, robb stark does not move either. " feels like the start to quite the scandal, doesn't it ? "

a laugh escapes her before she can stop it. elia quickly stifles it, though the mirth shows in the curl of her lips, the flush of her skin, the light in her eyes. she turns away from him and pretends to examine a flower with great interest. gaiety lines her voice when she speaks, quiet but with cheek, " oh, my grandmother would be delighted if it were. it would give her an excuse to keep you around. she admires and adores you, you know. i'm sure she'd rather die than admit it, but i can tell from the way she looks at you. " she tries not to linger on the implication of her words, that they would need to be wed. " you look well, your grace. we are glad to have you here. "

[g0ldscountry]

strangely, he does not feel as much a stranger in these gardens as he perhaps should. the sun welcomes him, kissing gently the spatter of freckles over his chest and shoulders, over his arms now exposed to it no thanks to the gifted tunic he'd taken to loving. far better than the weight of his usual garb, the heft of wool was a strange feeling to leave his shoulders at first but now that he has somewhat accustomed to the idea ... there is a fondness to the breathable fabric he wouldn't have considered before. before this, before finding sanctuary here amongst the castle walls of the tyrell home and dynasty.

robb stark is grateful for what olenna tyrell has so graciously granted to him in wake of his arrival, elia too. without her, robb isn't certain that none of this would be possible. he certainly would not be where he is without her. safe passage through the riverlands was his utmost goal, rations for his men that will continue to march forward with him in this war. grains they could spare were already on the move before he could kiss the ring laden hand of olenna tyrell, meat and fruits and water and clothes, weapons and men they could spare. all of it had granted without ever asking the question.

robb feels as if he should do more to offer something in return, more than the head of jaime or cersei lannister on a golden platter. and he's certain that the great lady olenna tyrell will find something or perhaps some way he could settle his debts. today, however, is not that day. today he is welcomed into her gardens after ridding the war's recent efforts from his skin, encouraged to explore.

oh, my grandmother would be delighted if it were. it would give her an excuse to keep you around. with that, robb laughs. perhaps it was true as she says. if there was one thing that he remembered well of olenna through his many more whispered lessons of the great houses, it was that her love for a great scandal knew no bounds. " then perhaps we should keep walking. give your grandmother the story she's been looking for. " he finally steps forward, offering his arm to her. if they were going to start stirring rumors then they should do it right and he should be a gentleman. " thank you, my lady. it's an honor to be here. i've heard stories of these gardens, but to see them for myself... " to be so far away from home. " you have been a gracious host to me and my men. i... must be honest, i don't much know how to properly thank you or your grandmother. "

[silverscountry-a-deactivated202]

he starts off in bed, bed adjusted so he doesn't wake up with the headache he normally does. one of the best thing they'd invested their money for. and it works, he doesn't have a headache instead his body betrays him in another way. more than likely a fever. mark doesn't want it to ruin their entire day they had planned. he also knows he shouldn't hide this, or any symptoms for that matter.

he lays there for a minute longer, listening to his husband putter around in the kitchen before he gets up. very slowly he pads barefeet into the other room and speaks. andres is immediately at his side placing his hand to his forehead. he doesn't like what it means. it means andres is going to insist they don't go out. “nooo..” it comes out more whiny than he intends it to be then mark exhales, moving to sit at one of the bar stools. hand on the island countertop... to wait.

[g0ldscountry]

it comes with the territory they're knee-deep in and andres meachum is very, very much aware of that. he did extensive research on various treatment plans that doctor avani mentioned as a course of action to try and get his tumor to respond, including the one that he's currently undergoing. there were academic papers he bookmarked, studies he highlighted and went through with careful thought and precision to see and understand how certain aspects would apply, including the symptoms and the aftermath facing such intense treatment.

his immune system being crippled is one of them. and for a long time post treatment days, he tries not to think about the details and what it's doing to him. but days like today, when a fever finally spikes, he knows that he can't ignore it. no matter what their plans are.

andres softly brushes a hand through marks hair before he leaves him there in the kitchen, rummaging through their rather small collection of medicine for the right one before he's taking the two tablets from the wrapper, throwing the plastic in the trash, and walking back to his husband. " do you want to try to get some fresh air and see if it'll help, or ... " a small pause, placing the tablets in marks hands before rounding the counter and filling a glass with water. " do you want a rain check and stay home to watch 48 hours instead? maybe order some take out too? "

[silverscountry-a-deactivated202]

allen rolls off of him, chest is heaving. his heart is beating so rapidly in his chest. benjamin bats his eyelashes as him as he slinks down the bed--- stretching his legs out up next to where allen is lying on the bed. they've made this a usual thing. the supes toes curl and uncurl. hand holding his head up, bent at the elbow on the bed. when @g0ldscountry has finally caught his breath. "getting laid is sure good for my regularity." benjamin laughs, “oh yeah?” bringing the back of his fingers up and down the erection of allen's cock that still lingers there. swipes a finger in the cum at the head, then sucks it off his finger.

then lazily begins stroking him, well aware of how overstimulated he will be now. “if that's the case, I would've thought you had another round in you. tsk, what a shame.” gives his ball-sack a slap.

[g0ldscountry]

oh yeah? he should have known better than to open his mouth and let whispered thoughts through his veil of bliss, falling out between his huffed breaths. he knew better and he still did it anyway. though it's far from regret that settles within, not with the way ben responds to his words with the stroke of his fingers against his erection. allen groans and then whines, a hitched breath as body does its best to retract before he can melt into it. fuck he's so sensitive, even the smallest caress is enough to overwhelm. even more so when index sweeps over his head, collecting cum over him.

getting laid really is fucking good for his regularity but, fuuuucck ...

allen reaches out and grasps his forearm in an instant, reactive, a quiet gasp escaping from him as mouth falls open. ben once again has his hands on him, stroking him as he says: if that's the case, i would've thought you had another round in you. tsk, what a shame. no, but what is shameful is the fucking noise he makes. a loud groan, grip tightening around his forearm, though allen does very little to try and push him away. not even when he slaps him. " ben... " he breathes. please. " t-too-- ah! " much. too much. " you're gonna be the death o-of me... "

[silverscountry-a-deactivated202]

to say he wasn't buzzing to see what allen had in store for him today, would be a bold face lie. when the other supe had said they'd really been busy in the sex toy inventing department, he sure wasn't kidding. just the anticipation was enough to make him hard and leaking in his suit pants.

finally get the damn coffee machine to work? instant coffee his ass. he pours it into a mug and hopes it doesn't taste like shit. and he's cradling said mug in his fingerless gloved hands when @g0ldscountry makes his way into the kitchen. about to: well look who finally decided to join the living. instead he's stopped by the object in allen's hands.

I have something for you. he says. “no shit.” comes his prompt response. takes one hand off the mug gestures in the air, “a dildo?” eyebrow arches, benjamin was hoping for something more... well more.

[g0ldscountry]

there was no shortage of fun between them, allen finally beginning to introduce him to the newest additions to the sex world and play devices that would make his head fucking spin. and certainly they've gotten their hands on more than a few, spent hours last night testing what he'd like. allen is not at all surprised that benjamin marshall is a kinky brat and loves every but of what he'd gotten. and he thinks that this will be no different.

he'd stretched before he'd gotten out of bed, his tousled hair a result of ben tangling his fingers into it, tugging and sweeping and knotting beautiful hands through dark strands. there is a brief attempt to keep some of them down, combing them back with both hands before he grabbed the next toy he wanted to try with him. this could go really good or really.... well, really fucking good.

but he still looks a mess when he shuffles into the kitchen, a silk robe loosely thrown over his shoulders and haphazardly tied at his waist, a last second thought. the world doesn't need more show, after all. no shit, comes his response to his words. a dildo? at that, allen laughs. loud and almost obnoxious.

" no, not really. " he says, stepping closer to him. " but it does go inside of you, if you're willing. "

[g0ldscountry]

Gold nuggets were named after chicken nuggets – not the other way around - to shiloh from wade

[silverscountry-a-deactivated202]

“hey.... hey c'mere...” gloved finger does a come hither. kicking his dangling legs.

[g0ldscountry]

it's too early in the fucking morning for this, for the heart attack this fucking guy almost gives him after he steps outside for a smoke, his only release after a long days work. supposed to be the one time he's at peace. but this fucking guy is just sitting there, precariously over the ledge of his balcony, his legs swinging. shiloh groans loudly, exasperated. " god- ! what the fuck are you doing here?! the fuck do you want? "

[g0ldscountry]

since i'm gonna be doing things for shiloh, now is a good time to say that that man looks best on his knees 💅

[joshhcrtnett]

Joel Kinnaman as Takeshi Kovacs

ALTERED CARBON (2018-2020)

[g0ldscountry]

robert has to be very fucking careful how he chooses to use his powers in the middle of the city. throwing concussive forces could push the truck loaded down with gold, precious gems, and other valuables into another building or a crowd of bystanders, the same that angel and torpedo are trying to clear, moving them back and telling others to get out. he tried it on a small scale already, tried targeting them specifically before they could reach the truck itself but his only success was hurdling a newspaper stand through a stone pillar. next attempt wasn't any more successful, causing the back of the truck to pitch to the left, tires screeching over asphalt.

i have a crazy idea... and he can't believe that they're going to fucking try this. they have no idea if this will actually work. its easy to calculate on a small scale, easier when they're in the training fields and giving each other little boosts and robbie can project in his direction. easier with the pressure is amongst themselves and not a potentially deadly situation for multiple people. what if it doesn't work? what if he doesn't give @silverscountry enough? too much? is that even possible?

but they're running out of options. angel and torpedo are already too occupied to step in and help and the truck is getting away. it's now or never. " fuck... fine, give me your hands. "

[silverscountry-a-deactivated202]

her nails are chipped, he sees it when he slides the glass of orange juice over to @g0ldscountry. she's also got the most amazing bed-head he's ever seen. but it's the nails. ben frowns, not that he minds. he just knows what vought will say. there's a mug of coffee in his hands when he speaks, “hey, how about i paint your nails for you?”

[g0ldscountry]

perfection is a must. those are the standards that vought impresses upon them. at least while they are out facing the public. here in the privacy in their own suite, or rather ben's suite, she can be slightly unkempt. blonde hair remains messily up, short strays falling into her face after finally rising from their bed, nails chipped. probably the result of their save last night, or maybe she's simply due for a care day. how long has it been now? two weeks, three? she can't even remember, that's how busy vought keeps them. either way, she notices the frown that etches to ben's lips after he passes her the glass of juice. she inspects the damage.

hey, how about i paint your nails for you? hazel eyes lift then, an eyebrow quirks. usually she would go to the salon and have herself redone, a whole routine, but his offer seems genuine. " you really want to? "

[silverscountry-a-deactivated202]

he can't believe he's ever asked the question, even more can't believe that he was able to just steal the injection. figured it'd be a lot harder to smuggle the shit out. part of him regrets even asking if he would ever take it. the survival rate is so low. not even a guarantee that he would survive the compound v. and if allen did, what power would his genetics bring him. if it was something bad, would he have to be the one to end him.

delicately is how he holds the needle, the cap still on. there is still time for him to change his mind, for both of them to change their minds. is it going to hurt? the most excruciating pain you will ever experience in your life. “probably.” an exhale, “um.. you should lie down.”

[g0ldscountry]

maybe he should have asked more questions, maybe he should have thought about this for a lot longer than he did before he gave him a real answer. maybe he should have considered the gravity of his decision before he really made it, taken into consideration the consequences of such an unstable drug that sits in front of him now. he remembers ben telling him the survivability was less than is to be desired, never a guarantee that he would ever make it out of this bed. much less that he would end up with abilities that would be even remotely stable or at all.

allen swallows thickly. probably. probably going to hurt, there's something about the weight he placed in that word alone that makes it stand out to him. probably. probably but he won't give him the full answer, won't give him the one that would scare him as eyes lock on the needle. " when this is over, we really need t'talk about your bedside manners. " okay. okay...

he takes in a steadying breath, adjusting so he can lay on his back as advised, rolling the sleeve up on his arm. finally he breaks his gaze from the vial and meets benjamin marshall's eyes, those same green eyes that bring him such ease. fuck he can't believe ben walked out of vought with that fucking thing, all for him... " i, uh... i think i'm ready. "