𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃

𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 - 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐉𝐎𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐋𝐋 !

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𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐄            ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯               Where have you buried all your children ?      You will never return from the sea   /     YOU WILL NEVER RETURN TO THE SEA. This isn't forgiveness, this is grief  !         ⎯⎯         

INDIE.      SELECTIVE.        MUTUALS  ONLY.   you won't be remembered. not even by yourself    AS  LOVED  BY  MANI.   SHE/THEY.    TWENTY-SEVEN.    AMSTERDAM TIMEZONE.       fluctuating to low activity.  

rolls on a queue.   mostly plot-driven.  will dip out and reappear when the winds are favourable. uses the beta editor for replies.  established december 2020 / revamped february 2022 / revived august 2024.

𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃.

focuses  on  historical  fandoms  and  the  forgotten  characters.    a study  in   understanding  your  own  worth.      reclaiming  what  was  stolen  from  you.    surviving  through  hardship.      forgetting  everything    ⎯⎯    including  yourself.    

featuring  muses  from  fandoms  such  as    star  trek.   potc.   hornblower.   james  bond.  hp.      and  a  grand  collection  of  historical  and  modern  ocs.  

Also found on : @hitcritical ( wrestling multimuse )

Heavily affiliated with: 𝐢𝐢𝐧𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬  &   𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐜𝐝

carrd. 

𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 : Gilderoy / Archie / Victoria / Dennis

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[hatigave]

i’ll  sing  you  a  song    &    it’ll  be  the  song  of  the  sea                   ⎯                    we’re  in  a  hurry  boys,    &       we  have  a  long  way  to  go.    farewell  my  love,    i  have  a  long  way  to  go.    

𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐄       ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯       an  indie,  selective,  mutuals  only  multimuse  which  focuses  on  the  forgotten  characters  and  those  who  could  not  be  saved. 

 &         the   wolf     howled   at   the   moon   ,      wrapped   her   name   around   his   tongue        ;         until  we  meet  again   !          (         in  dreams.         in  death.         in  memory.      )       

[hatigave-a]

you probably knew this was coming by now, but i'm putting this blog on an indefinite hiatus. will i return? probably after the holidays. but it's much more likely that i will at some point remake this blog entirely and start from scratch on here.

i have had so much fun on here and i thank each and every one of you for hanging out with me. catch you on the flip side ! ( or on @hitcritical if i can interest you in some wrestling kids ! )

[sweatermuppet]

love to be vague & brief. love also to ramble & be highly detailed. depends, really. duality. range

[hitcritical]

⸻   ✧    HITCRITICAL      a   chance   that   a   successful   attack   will   deal   more   damage   than   a   normal   blow.     INDIE.    SELECTIVE.    MUTUALS    ONLY.     multimuse   blog   for   characters   set   within   the   wrestling   universe.   As   pinned   by   Mani.  kayfabe   based   and   compliant.

[valtsv]

"you look tired" well the torment is relentless and the horrors never cease

[chaos-croissant]

[springsdawn]

AND SO THEY CALLED HER MINUIALWEN MORNGLORY, FOR SHE WAS THE BRINGER OF HOPE AND LIGHT TO MANY AFTER TRAGEDY. / headcanon-based portrayal of thranduil's wife, the queen of the woodland realm.

[harvscarf]

*gets down on one knee* I want to make a shared oc universe with you

[hatigave-a]

@iinmortales @timelovcd

[cculters]

the   man   is   visibly   shaken,   yet   the   violence   still   commands   his   body   with   an   unsettling   precision.   a   faint   moan   of   pain   escapes   the   unconscious   figure   at   their   feet.   his   face...   deceptively   innocent,   but   weren’t   they   always?   an   attribute   of   a   predator   was   to   draw   their   prey   in...   that   alluring   aura   was   all   it   took   to   have   them   willingly   stumble   into   the   web,   as   though   begging   to   be   stung   &   devoured.   curiosity,   an   ever-present   vice,   one   she   could   never   fight   —   &    now,   as   ever,   she   couldn’t   help   but   wonder   what   sort   of   wickedness   the   redhead   must   have   seen   in   his   victim.   or   what   wickedness   he   might   see   in   her——   their   gazes   locked   under   the   pale   glow   of   the   street   lamps,   like   a   key   fitting   its   lock.

the   corners   of   her   lips   curl   softly,   a   smile   rather   sinister.   ❝   i've   been   admiring   your   work,   ❞   she   confessed,   her   hand   now   sliding   smoothly   up   the   arm   &   neck,   her   once   steady   grip   softens   into   the   gentlest   of   touches   upon   the   redhead's   cheek   ;   the   sort   of   touch   that   beckoned   one   to   lean   in,   to   surrender   to   its   warmth   &   comfort.   the   care   everyone   strives   for.   ❝   you've   done   such   a   remarkable   job   looking   after   others...   but   has   anyone   ever   truly   cared   for   you?   ❞   she   found   herself   asking,   her   voice   softened,   soothing,   like   the   gentlest   of   lullabies.   with   her   body-crafted   tools,   she   could   as   easily   envelop   someone   in   a   velvet   embrace   as   pick   up   a   weapon   &   watch   silver   clash   with   crimson ;  painting   the   canvas   with   one's   vital   essence.   ❝   did   he   see   your   face?   ❞   the   question   followed   swiftly,   her   blue   eyes   flickering   towards   the   motionless   form   before   settling   back   on   the   tumult   of   emotions   in   the   other’s   gaze.   distrust,   surely,   one   of   many   currents   swirling   beneath   the   surface...   the   answer,   though,   would   unravel   the   path   ahead,   reshaping   it   into   something   entirely   new,   or   perhaps   something   even   more   unexpected.

[hatigave-a]

CARVER OF BONES BEGONE with your scalpel and your sewing kit. Now comes the knife, more beautiful, more threatening, than the hands of supposed healers ever could be ! A deer hit by a truck or a bird caught in the grill of a small city car ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ both lean their crushed bodies against the touch that steals the breath out of their lungs. He is no different, leaning into the offered gentle touch as if he has never felt it before ( he has. Parents have always been kind to him at least. ) Victim on the ground is swiftly ignored now that he has another goal to focus on. Now that there is another kindness for him to chase.

Stranger speaks and her omens flutter ; dance before his eyes in pulsating colours that mean nothing yet everything at the same time. His eyes follow them, rather than how her mouth moves as it shapes itself around the letters of her spoken words. There is time, there is time. ❝ No one knows it is me. ❞ Lies ! Killer tilts his head, seeks out anything inside her eyes when he forces his own to focus. ❝ No one pays attention. The world protects the sinners because the world too is perverted, unclean and cursed. No one is supposed to know that it is me. ❞ There is no confession, no names tied to various bodies that should have been long since buried. She cannot know, but the omens speak of truth and he has always followed them without question. A final glance is given to the body at their feet. Disgusting. Unclean. ❝ He has. I wasn't supposed to be interrupted. I was supposed to finish it. ❞

[hatigave-a]

@luposcainus said : “is that a gold coin?” to Gilderoy.

HE KNOWS OF THE MAGIC TRICKS muggles like to perform without a drop of magic in their veins. A singular coin produced from thin air behind someone's ear with a flick of a wrist and a dazzling smile. He can do it too, even when his smile is brighter than the one any muggle could ever show. A single gold galleon is plucked from behind the other's ear with a grand display to follow.

❝ Pure gold, yes. ❞ Coin rolls between his fingers before it is pressed into the palm of Caspian's hand. ❝ One has to appreciate the way it sparkles when the light catches it just right. ❞

[timelovcdarch]

shock is nothing but insult , as if he never knew , as if this outcome would never come at all . wave of peace , may you never fully crash into rocky cliffs above . little lamb , what is worse , the ache in your heart , or the ache of your wounds . KNOWS WHEN ADRENALINE WANES , the ache of heart will still be worse .

fingers pinch , squeeze his heart’s chin , ❛     ❈   -----     nothing to forgive , nothing to be sorry for , ❜ fingers splay over cheek once again , swipes at blood like blush ‘pon the tender flesh . LAMB CARRIES INNOCENCE , bleats the truth all the same . he knew , he knew , he has always known . always known what dennis is , what he was , what he will be forever . lamb led to slaughter , or did lamb follow willingly . did lamb out pace , willingly sacrificed . lamb , your cries are the prettiest , your blood spilling like honey , not tar .

❛     ❈   -----     you’re so beautiful , ma moitié , your love all the same . you should go , dennis . they’ll come too quick & sweep you up too , ❜ tell his mother he was brave , was this how fathers loved ? with crashes in walls , is this just as glorious ? he hopes so , he hopes so , he hopes .

[hatigave-a]

SOMETHING THAT HAS BEEN TAKEN by force cannot be returned. No matter how desperately he tries to patch the wound with his palms ; his hands are not meant to keep the blood in. His hands are not meant to salvage life ! When they stitched him up ( in the after   ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ after they had already pushed aside organs and pinned his skin like butterfly wings to cork ) they never told him how to prevent it from happening to others. All they gave him were painkillers and a warning never to fall from great heights ever again. He had not listened, he had fallen in love all the same.

❝ No. ❞ Had the fallen son not refused to die back then, too ? Had he not stepped away from the afterlife with the sheer belief that he could live ? No, no, my love, not like this. Never like this ! ❝ I stay with you. I need to be here with you. ❞ Body is moved so it is more comfortable for Rio in his arms. Cradled close to his chest ; there where the other has seemingly always been. I am so sorry about the blood. I wish it was mine.

A kiss on love's forehead is the only final offering he can muster ( it is not a knife. It should never have been a knife. ) A small sign of affection. Trembling hands reach for the phone, whisper softly of a stabbing and a dying man. They might find two. He does not need to tell Rio. No need to frighten him. ❝ I stay with you, like you stayed with me before. ❞