low activity and not affiliated with any source material. very critical of all media. muse list is subject to be changed without warning but can be found below. slow-reply as i'm a medical student! affiliated with liam. triggering themes can be found on this blog, so please take caution. secondary blog to @kaigome and @slayhutts header made by yellowhelper
primary characters below! more are available to my friends bc i'm testing them. * = high muse!
temporarily @think2pink or smthf
lois lane. — detective comics. *
carol ferris. — detective comics. *
mia dearden. — detective comics.
bobbi morse. — marvel comics. *
steve rogers. — marvel comics.
mantis. — marvel comics.
kamala khan. — marve comics.
satine kryze. — star wars.
omega. — star wars.
kiri te suli kìreysì'ite. — avatar : the way of the water.
so i got my summer assessments for medical school and idk if its just general anxiety coupling with the past few weeks but i'm literally in a state of so much stress like why did i decide to commit to medical school if it's so insanely difficult like how am i going to manage. i am losing my mind NKJSGNJSKK
limited activity until may 16th!!! i'm graduating college so things will be a little spotty! will be writing/plotting when i can <3 feel free to ask for my discord in the meanwhile!
i just wanted to add a note here and one that i'll also highlight in my rules / carrd eventually is that my portrayal of mantis is linked to @st4rlord & @titandotter i've been writing her off and on since 2021 and she's a very special muse to me, and i've considered her low activity but with the gotg surge, i'm more comfortable writing her publicly! my portrayal is comics based, but very headcanon based since gotg comics get very confusing at times!
love is but a foreign entity to a man like him, the second son. aemond is but an accessory, the brilliant son to a man who would give him nothing, to a father who does not care for him at all. had it not been for his mother, he is sure to have left dead, maimed and destroyed. animosity across his family spreads thick, yet all pretense of who he is or who he as meant to be is left at the door. he dismounts quickly, running to her — fixating on the softness of her hands as he embraces lady alice. ❝ have you missed me as much as i dare to miss you? ❞ the words are breathless, the wait between them agonizing. how he wishes the world was different, that he was a more indulgent man — perhaps then he could forget his duty and stay with her instead of returning to the brink of war. his right hand brushes over the tresses of her hair, a silk that parallels even the fairest of garments. he leans ito her, inhaling her scent as if it his last breath, as if it's his only second on earth.
she's breathtakingly gorgeous as her lips urge him to stay : ❛ it's too dangerous out there. ❜ alice bingley & aemond targaryen ♡ @worthfuls
how it burns, the desire to stay to leave his duty and to hold her close. how can she not understand? how can she not kow that he cannot abandon his brother to those wolves out in the cold? they will die without him, their blood will cover the dragon's fires, and then, when there is nothing left but dust and ash, who will protect her? who will keep her safe? what will be left of the beloved lady alice, the most precious jewel of aemond targaryen? what fate will fall upon the woman he dared to love? ❝ now you and i both know we cannot be selfish, that even if it is dangerous, i must prevail. ❞ duty and honor, love and desire. the war between the mind and the heart. his hand combs over her hair, steadying her. ❝ you must be strong, my love. they are watching you — hoping you fail. don't let them be right. you can await my return once more. i know you can. ❞
the words of her cousins taunt her, the ever playing remark that she is nothing but an imposter. not a real organa. it's the darkness in her heart that focuses on those words, that she, a young child destined for war, runs from. the passage is frightening, the sand dunes ever ending as she holds on to his hand. in obi wan's shadow, she is safe. ❝ ben — i'm scared. ❞ she admits it, finally. perhaps if she is able to give the fear a name, it will disappear. leia organa has dreamt of adventure, of chasing off space pirates and flying the horizons herself, of racing and a world beyond duty; yet all she wants now is to return to her father's arms, to give back the wishes. to be just a princess again. the fear envelops her as the sound of airships, of the march of her doom. [ is this how it ends for her? is she to be sent to the foot of the emperor and left nothing but a prize? to be another trophy he tauts out for his power? ]
his words are whispered, the heaviness conveys the worry. she can hear the sound of stormtroopers, leia knows obi wan is ushering her behind him : ❛ get behind me. ❜ obi wan & leia organa ♡ @kenobiian
she grips his clothing so tightly, knuckles going white and gaze blurring. her heart is racing, leia cannot think past the loud thundering echo of what is impeding doom. and there it comes, like a rush of blood to her chest, like a rush of pain. it's so familiar, like a hand reaching out to her in the darkness. like a father's love for his daughter — yet she scrunches her nose, her father cannot be here. ❝ ben, something is wrong — listen, something's wrong — ❞ it's an overwhelming anxiety, she's burning in her chest, itching to get out of skin so she can escape. ❝ i feel like — i feel like something's wrong. we have to get out, we have to, we — ❞
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❝ peter — ❞ she starts, then stops. what is there to say but paragraphs upon paragraphs of remorse and regret? real life isn't a fairytale, wendy begs of him to understand. that the timeless precious boy in front of her is but an exception to the rule, and that she is nothing but ordinary. wendy darling is expected at school the next week. wendy darling is expected to help her mother the very next day. wendy darling is pulled at her strings in different directions, a heart that beats so heavily with the ache to stay by his side, a head that tells her that this cannot be. ❝ peter, i really must be going — ❞ she moves away, she runs away [ is that not what she does best, after all? ]
the moonlight illuminates the edges of his face, tanned skin glowing as peter floats above her, whispering the words: ❛ i wish you'd stay. ❜ peter pan & wendy darling ♡ @scarymovi3s
her body stops, her movement frozen. there is silence between them, palpable and uncomfortable. wendy wonders what it must be like, to be a child forever. as peter looks at her, she sees the innocence that she once had. the eyes that look for games and adventure, when now wendy understands that some games are far better left unplayed. she turns away from him, afraid to let her true emotions show, afraid to let her fears show. ❝ it's best if i didn't, i'm afraid it would be no good. i would be no good. ❞ a lie, a lie, a lie. she wants to stay in this fairytale forever but she can't. it's wrong. ❝ you must go peter, the boys — they're probably lost without you. tell them i'm alright, tell them how much i miss them. . . ❞
the cavern is endless, their journey only beginning. one foot in front of the other, it's like she's back training at the outskirts of the mushroom castle. if princess peach closes her eyes, the sand beneath her shoes is traded for the familiar turf of her obstacle coarse. it's a home in front of her own eyes: it's a return to what is known. [ an odd reminder to a girl that is as foreign to the toads as mario . . . how his stories seem so profound, too impossible to be real. ] peach pulls toad up as he finishes the outlandish tale. ❝ really? that sounds like a story — you're going to tell me you're a plumber? what does that even mean? ❞
mario gives her a look, facing her for emphasis before echoing out: ❛ it’s not a story ― it really happened. ❜ mario & princess peach ♡ @bravetry
❝ you work underground? ❞ she supposes deep under the roots of the mushrooms that guard the edges of her kingdom there is water, a precious resource she remembers from her lessons with toadsworth all those year ago. peach wonders if there's a world without sunshine down there, a place she cannot even begin to imagine her poor toads lost in. ducking under a branch, she edges them forward — onward to stop bowser. maybe this is what they need : to outlast darkness, you need someone from the underground. the underground where mario comes from might be the same place she is from : a home where she belongs. it's not her home, the mushroom kingdom will always be her home — but peach wonders and dreams of what its like. ❝ i'm glad you're here mario — you're exactly what we need to defeat bowser. ❞
in discussing the influences of my wendy portrayal for the most part, i'm going to be drawing from both peter pan 1953 and return to neverland 2002 (i adore wendy and jane's relationship...) then i'll be taking some influences from peter pan (2003) — specifically how it portrayed the rest of the darling family. i won't be drawing in anything from ouat <3 thanks
