[hcmlock]

This is an independent, private & selective multifandom multimuse featuring muses from Harry Potter, Critical Role, The Magnus Archives, RWBY, All for the Game, & Overwatch, among other things. Due to the presence of mature themes I ask that minors do not interact. I'm firefly (they/them), 25+, EST. As I am in school and working twelve hour nights, this blog will be low activity.

carrd (under construction) ✧ interest checker ✧ adversaries with @eglcntine

[ghcstrain]

𝙄𝙏 𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙎 . 𝙄𝙏 𝙋𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙎 .

                            𝙄𝙏 𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙎 . 𝙄𝙏 𝙋𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙎 .

#𝙶𝙷𝙲𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙽 - ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ & ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ & ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴜꜱᴇ . ꜰᴛ ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ : ᴅɪɢɪᴍᴏɴ & ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ & ᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ & ɢʀᴇᴇɴ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴋ & ᴍᴏʀᴇ .

                                                                                                          ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇᴅ ʙʏ ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ ᴄᴀʀʀᴅ & ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋᴇʀ & ᴀꜱᴋ 

[eglcntine-archived]

𝕀𝕋'𝕊 ℕ𝕆 𝕊𝕌ℝℙℝ𝕀𝕊𝔼 𝕋𝕆 𝕄𝔼  

                         »»————-　🗡　————-««

                                      𝕀 𝔸𝕄 𝕄𝕐 𝕆𝕎ℕ 𝕎𝕆ℝ𝕊𝕋 𝔼ℕ𝔼𝕄𝕐

ᴀɴ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ, ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴍᴜꜱᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴛᴇɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴍɴᴇᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴋɴɪɢʜᴛ. ꜰᴇᴀᴛᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴍᴜꜱᴇꜱ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ: ꜱᴇᴠᴇʀᴜꜱ ꜱɴᴀᴘᴇ, ɢᴏʀᴅᴏ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢꜱᴛᴏɴᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴏʜɴ ᴍᴜʀᴘʜʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀɴᴅᴏᴍꜱ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ: ᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜɴᴅʀᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɢɴᴜꜱ ᴀʀᴄʜɪᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.

                                             ᴄᴀʀʀᴅ 🗡 ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋᴇʀ 🗡 ᴀꜱᴋ

[cultivatedmemes]

Love is beautiful. Love is destruction  book, song, poetry starter list, feel free to change pronouns or anything else to make it fit your character better! Trigger warnings for blood, violence, etc.

❝ Sacrifice. That’s what we do for the people we love. ❞

❝ I don’t want soft and subtle. I want rough, wild heartache. I want sin. I want you. ❞

❝ I’m carving a space inside you — can you feel it? ❞

❝ Does it hurt to know that I enjoy seeing you like this? ❞

❝ The blood on my teeth begins to taste like religion, like the way you look at me. ❞

❝ I say I want you inside me and you split me open with a knife. ❞

❝ Love is a scar. ❞

❝ I confuse instinct for desire — isn’t bite also touch? ❞

❝ Because you want to die for love, you always have. ❞

❝ If you are intolerable, then let me be the one to tolerate you. ❞

❝ Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. ❞

❝ All that blood was never once beautiful, it was just red. ❞

❝ Give me poison apples so you never leave my tongue. ❞

❝ Give me shards of glass, sharper than any thorn, so you’ll always be in my grasp. ❞

❝ I threw a punch just to touch his face. ❞

❝ The enormity of my desire disgusts me. ❞

❝ I want to take you home and rough you up and get my hands inside you, drive my body into yours like a crash test car. ❞

❝ The blood is rare and as sweet as cherry wine. ❞

❝ I have never known closeness like this. ❞

❝ Whatever I’ve done, I’ve done it for love. ❞

❝ I love you so much I’m going to let you kill me. ❞

❝ You cut me apart and I said it was creation. I can still feel the knife. ❞

❝ I kissed your scars even after you hurt me. ❞

❝ The way she shows me I’m hers and she is mine — open hand or closed fist, oh, would be fine ❞

❝ Bite me: sign my death with your teeth. ❞

❝ Desire is a promise. ❞ / ❝ Desire is a knife. ❞

❝ Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine. ❞

❝ It is a monstrous love and it makes monsters of us all. ❞

❝ I never understood desire until I felt your hands around my throat. ❞

❝ Whether you come as a lover or an executioner, I am ready to receive you. ❞

❝ Show me your thorns and I’ll show you hands ready to bleed. ❞

❝ I would love to be ruined if it means I am sacred enough to be kept close. ❞

❝ I don’t know how to love someone without swallowing them. ❞

❝ If you are a knife, give me the blade. Some things are worth spilling blood for. ❞

❝ The same sin binds us. ❞

❝ To be loved is to be consumed. ❞

❝ I need your teeth in me, slow and vicious. Tell me my armor is just skin and bones. Only bones. ❞

❝ Want me down to the marrow. ❞

❝ In loving me you hold a knife to my throat. In loving you, I tell you where to cut. ❞

❝ Stay away from the ones you love too much. These are the ones who will kill you. ❞

❝ All that matters is that you want to hurt me. All that matters is you want me. ❞

❝ I had a dream last night that you and I were painfully connected. ❞

❝ I’d probably still adore you with your hands around my neck. ❞

❝ We’re what we swore we’d not become. ❞

❝ Some things you do for money, some you only do for love. ❞

❝ You are the knife I turn inside myself. ❞

❝ This is what love is for — wanting to give your blood when everything is over. ❞

[eglcntine-archived]

‘  the  handsome  fellow  that’s  trying  to  rescue  you  from  a  hideous  fate  is  never  wrong.  ’ // @hcmlock​ , Bellamy Blake

“Just let me die.”

Less than ten seconds into this rescue and Murphy is ready to blow his fucking brains out the moment Bellamy opened his goddamn mouth.

“Do you even hear the shit that you say?” he asked, in no position to criticize when his ass is the one chained up in who the fuck knows where.

Story of his goddamn life.

“Am I allowed to veto?”

Nothing can stop that mouth of his. Murphy can talk his ass in and out of any fucking situation but he cannot shut his goddamn mouth for the life of him. Gotta talk, right? Keeps things interesting; keeps him interesting.

“Reroll, cast again or whatever for a new hero?”

It didn’t matter how much his face fucking hurt or how his bottom lip stung with every drop of spit that seeped into an open wound; busted with no better way to describe it. It doesn’t matter that his body ached, a few fingers dislocated, missing nails that’ll grow back in a few months. None of this is new to him. Desensitized since day one and he’s not talking about his time down here. 

“Give me Octavia.”

She can kick ass at least. Bellamy will cast a smoldering smile, give a speech or two and then cry about it later. The most dramatic German Shepherd he’s ever seen. Somebody give the man a bone and some head pats or some shit.

“Hell, I’ll even take Clarke,” Murphy smirked, cracking himself up.

And that was saying something because Clarke can’t do anything right either. Just fucking up every step of the way. Each and every one of them as incompetent as the last. But Murphy? Fuck it. He’ll live. Nine lives and all motherfucker, and he hasn’t lost a single one yet. Not when he was sick, not when they threw him in the skybox for arson — if only that fucker was in his room — , not when Pike delivered his last grand lesson with his own two fists – Murphy the prized fucking pupil, who woulda thought? —, not when his scrawny fucking ass crash landed down here, not when they strung him up like a pinata — prime for the bashing; take the first swing baby — and not when he’s been beaten and spit on and dragged through the dirt and back.

One raggedy fucking ass cat with a Cheshire grin to go with it. 

Each and every word spoken just another means of venting. Letting out the hurt without showing. Because it’s always gotta fucking be him, right? 

John Motherfucking Murphy.

Punished for his beautiful existence and the audacity to continue on with life because that’s what this is fucking about, right?

Shoulda fucking died then; ten with no hope or future. 

Eyes closed, his head knocked back against the stone pillar, repressing the supernova threatening to explode if he doesn’t calm his ass down this very fucking second. Working himself up and all, don’t need help from nobody to do that. A fucking natural talent all of his own.

[hcmlock]

This is not the time or the place for dramatics, but of course, Murphy can't resist. Wouldn't resist, even if he could. Isn't the state of him dramatic enough? Isn't the blood both fresh and old staining his face grisly enough?

No. Murphy has to strike out with sharp barking laughter like jackal's teeth, lashing out to taste anyone's blood aside from his own as if it will bring him any protection here. As if Murphy needs protection from him, right here, right now. Bellamy is not innocent, certainly not, but he is the lesser of two evils right now.

"Hush," he says, and his demands for a replacement are granted no more than cursory acknowledgement. Nothing about this situation is stable; nothing about this situation is safe. Banter aside, Bellamy is well aware of the crushing passage of time. At any moment they could be discovered, and so he jams a stolen iron key into rusty locks. The damn thing could use some serious oiling, yet with no small amount of wiggling and cursing, the key turns and a cuff pops open.

Repeat times three.

And then, chains have clattered to the uneven stone floor. Bellamy stands poised to accommodate legs unwilling to bear weight, a skinny, bruised arm drawn over his shoulders.

"This isn't a hero buffet. I'm what you got. Now c'mon, let's get you the fuck out of here."

[hcmlock]

@thelyss sent: " this castle is suffocating... please, may i... may we go to your favorite place? a place you might go to be alone? " (to molly)

A visit from a foreign dignitary must be nerve wracking. Utterly chilling, really, capable of twisting a royal stomach into knots and setting a king's court scrambling to provide an appropriately hospitable reception.

Must be, Molly thought, if one were a real king. Fortunately, serendipitous god-kings need not worry about that sort of thing. Mollymauk Tealeaf, Supreme Exalted, his Magnificence, God among men, at least, did not. Welcoming the Xhorhasian emissary into the seaside city was another thrill, another curiosity, one they beheld with undisguised interest. The Shadow Hand Essek Thelyss was not the first of his origin Molly had met, but he was the first that elected to glide along as though his feet were too precious to touch the soil. Or was it that the elevation provided him some illusion of protection, a sheen that made him feel untouchable?

Given the emissary's request, Molly was inclined to assume the latter, if only in part.

"Of course."

The affirmation comes with a smile, sanguineous eyes bright and sharp teeth flashing between his lips.

"A little sea air will do you some good. I'll show you the Kaleido-halls. Will the sun bother you through glass?"

Quite without waiting for confirmation, the robed tiefling strode forward, bells and baubles and jewelry creating a musical chorus with every step.

[eglcntine-archived]

hcmlock​:

What does a pureblood know of heaven? Theology has had little place in the house of Black, but Sirius has ever been fascinated and amused by the idea. Good behavior in life earns you a spot in paradise? And what constitutes good behavior isn’t as simple as it sounds, sounds an awful lot like what would please his mother. Heaven doesn’t sound like a place for people like him, but the promise of eternal peace and freedom from suffering is tempting, isn’t it? Sirius can almost see how the Muggles buy into it. Except for the whole, ‘no animals in heaven’ bullshit.

Really? You mean to tell him dogs aren’t good enough for paradise?

If there’s no dogs in heaven, then it isn’t what the Muggles claim it is–and wherever they go, Sirius hopes if he’s half as good a dog as a real one, he might get in too.

“I’m partial to a field of daisies, myself.”

All of these hypotheticals, all of these meandering thoughts about life, they’re an excellent distraction from the reality of his situation. Sat in a tub of water with the tragedy that is his body on display, Sirius is hunched over to hide a frail chest. Inked across his sternum in dispassionate cruelty is his number. His identification, the serial lettering marking him as a damned man. It is louder than the faded ink on his arms he got when he was a wild and beautiful twenty year old. When he was real.

Sirius doesn’t know what he is now, but real doesn’t factor into it.

The improbability of the situation adds an air of surrealism, at least. It’s Severus of all people seated at the edge of the tub, mercilessly combing through the wreck his hair has become. Sirius won’t let them cut it. Being here, confined to a different sort of prison entirely and knowing damn well there’s no getting out of this one, Sirius cannot be here with the close-cropped cut she wanted. He cannot be here at all, really, and yet.

Here he is. Not for himself, god no, but for them. The two that make this feel worth it. The two that keep him from wasting his days in an emaciated little furred body, curled into a ball so tight he doesn’t think he could be pried loose and made to see the world for what it is.

That field of daisies is sounding pretty nice right about now.

Ah, hatred holds no torch to natural charisma. Not even Severus themself are immune. Nimue have mercy on their soul, that wretched cunt up above.

Smiling wryly, combing through this tangle of dark strands fighting to stay together. Even Sirius’ hair had separation anxiety. Nimue alone knows what a fuss he had put up when Remus departed for the time being. Heaven forbid Sirius stayed any longer than a second in Severus’ presence. 

That wretched cunt.

“Have you not heard the phrase ‘all dogs go to heaven?’“ they asked, yanking hard at a particular knot. It would need to be soaked again in the solution, soften up further so it would not be as difficult to take apart. 

Some of these knots need to be cut but let Severus not dare to suggest that. Returning to square one is not appealing to them right now. It has been weeks and only now have they managed to bargain and worm their way around Sirius’ bratty behavior. More of a maid than a doctor by any means. Can’t even get him to look at a potion.

“I believe the quote goes something like this,” they began, pouring the contents of glass vial over Sirius’ head once more. The palm of their free hand used to cover his eyes. Less they blind him, and all hell will have broken loose.

“All dogs go to heaven, because, unlike people, dogs are naturally good, and loyal and kind.”

“Whether that includes you too,” elegant fingers rubbed at his scalp, working the solution throughout unruly strands. Nimue please, all they need are for these knots to come undone, for the matted pieces to resolve itself, “I could not say.”

“You pined for fourteen years in prison for revenge,” Severus pointed out, “It must hold some weight.”

Less could be said about themself. No retribution could absolve them of the guilt they harbored. Lives are lost in their presence and there is not a damn thing they can do about it but be bitter and old and gay.

Or so Ablus would say of them, they’re sure. 

[hcmlock]

His scalp smarts. Severus' hands know nothing of what it means to be gentle as they yank and pull and tear at the snarl his hair has become. The pain is dull on the periphery of his awareness, garnering no reaction from him aside from a tension of the jaw, the futile efforts of a wasted frame to brace against the force.

If Sirius were to hazard a guess, he'd think Severus is stronger than he is now. What an epiphany.

Where their hands are harsh, however, their words are kind. Unreasonably so, he thinks, given the vicious history that comprises the yawning chasm between them. Is he good? Is he loyal or kind? Sirius cannot say, but there's an old, underfed cavern in his heart, a place wrought in scarlet and gold, a place that whispers in James' voice that he wants to be.

Tentative is the glance cast over his shoulder, his lips drawn thin. When he speaks, it is as thin and wasted as he is.

"How long would it take to grow back with hair potion?"

Because on its own, as malnourished and drained as he is, Sirius holds no illusions that it would ever grow back to its proper length. Never will grow back to its former glory, either. Those days are long gone, the breadth of what should have been stolen from him. But he is not wholly unreasonable, and he is prepared to take his meager satisfaction from the uncouth cascade, if not the sheen. Sirius holds no illusions, either, that the worst of the snarls will ever come undone. They are trapped in a Sisyphean task and to his credit, Sirius feels a glimmer of something like shame for it.

[ohisms]

𝑴𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑴𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 .   (  sentence starters based upon lyrics from the band 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.  dark themes are present,  some lyrics have been adjusted for better use.  )  

❛  you’d better run.  ❜ ❛  don’t lie to me.  ❜ ❛  i don’t feel like i’m even here.  ❜ ❛  aren’t i supposed to wanna fight for love?  ❜ ❛  i’m not okay.  ❜ ❛  come back to me.  ❜ ❛  just get out of the way.  ❜ ❛  i’m not anti-social, i’m just tired of people.  ❜ ❛  come back with me.  ❜ ❛  so, can we let sleeping dogs lie?  ❜ ❛  i feel like i know you.  ❜ ❛  i’ve seen you go through hell.  ❜ ❛  do you feel used?  ❜ ❛  you’re a handful.  ❜ ❛  tell me your fears.  ❜ ❛  i can hardly stand the sight of it all.  ❜ ❛  everyone’s fucked  &  they don’t even know it.  ❜ ❛  tell me your weakness.  ❜ ❛  don’t tell me that everything’s easy.  ❜ ❛  i won’t lie to you.  ❜ ❛  every good thing, i kill it good.  ❜ ❛  i’m an ugly mess.  ❜ ❛  there are people staring.  ❜ ❛  you can’t get to them unless you go through me.  ❜ ❛  you fuck with them, you fuck with me.  ❜ ❛  i don’t have much to do today.  ❜ ❛  close the door  &  shut the blinds.  ❜ ❛  if you leave me, rest assured it would kill me.  ❜ ❛  you stood beside me when i was out of my mind.  ❜ ❛  i’m what they like to call a special case.  ❜ ❛  nobody believes me.  ❜ ❛  you  &  me, we’re not the same.  ❜ ❛  i’ve got problems.  ❜ ❛  being this godly can’t be good for me.  ❜ ❛  i’m staying in bed today.  ❜ ❛  i’m not listening to you.  ❜ ❛  i’m not crazy!  ❜ ❛  you’re the angel that i couldn’t kill.  ❜ ❛  put your head on straight.  ❜ ❛  fuck off, to all you people.  ❜ ❛  it takes a dedicated hand to put it through the wall.  ❜ ❛  i made a fist, but not a plan.  ❜ ❛  you don’t need poltergeists for sidekicks.  ❜ ❛  would it be so bad if i stayed?  ❜ ❛  i’ve grown tired of this body.  ❜ ❛  fall apart without me.  ❜ ❛  c’mon, humble my bones with a cardiac.  ❜ ❛  did you ever really think you’d love a guy like me?  ❜ ❛  for the love of fuck…  ❜ ❛  all my money’s been a long time spent.  ❜ ❛  you’re not a monster, just a human.  ❜ ❛  i’m high  &  drunk on ego.  ❜ ❛  you’re not a demon.  ❜ ❛  i don’t wanna know what i am.  ❜ ❛  i’m alright, i’m okay…  ❜ ❛  i believe that you’ll see a better day.  ❜ ❛  i want what’s best for me.  ❜ ❛  there’s a god awful shitty feeling of dread in my heart.  ❜ ❛  at any second now, i think i might fall apart.  ❜ ❛  we’ve just gotta keep on moving.  ❜ ❛  you’re better than the drugs i used to love.  ❜ ❛  you’re deadly like a gun.  ❜ ❛  it’s a very good bad thing that we’ve found.  ❜ ❛  stay another night.  ❜ ❛  you’re gonna kill me.  ❜

[hcmlock]

@widogastswebofwords sent: " knights have a code, your majesty. and to feel the way that i feel for you... it goes against that code. against everything we stand for. " (for Morrigan, from Bryar)

Those who were foolish enough still to covet the crown had surely not felt the weight of it upon their own brow. For as much power as the damn thing could generate, when wielded responsibly, it more often was the harbinger of responsibility and denial. Tucked away in her chambers as she was then, perched upon silk sheets with her legs drawn under like a maiden younger than her years, there was controversy enough here to give the old fools at court heart palpitations.

For seated across from her, lovely in finery that was constructed of somewhat less fabric than what he once wore as Knight Commander, was one who had a questionable claim to stand at her side--and no claim at all to stoke the burgeoning embers of a heart once extinguished by tragedy.

"It seems reprehensible that an oath should bind you where your ability to perform your duties would be unhindered," the Great Queen Morrigan protested. The ache in her chest was as terrible as it was wonderful, and it called now for her to reach for him. But she would not, could not when his face was drawn taut with worry and the hands she wished to intertwine with her own were needed still.

"Tell me, what do you stand for that would be so violated by love?"

[roraimae]

I keep trying to redraw things and almost every time I diverge too much from the original to count it as redraw or I don't finish it. Anyway, partial Caddy redraw.

[hcmlock]

Hey funny story, I spent the last several days trapped in an airport. I'm finally home and I want to write.

So.

Like this post for a starter. If we haven't written together before, this means you!

[astrolocherry]

ask your doctor if the moon is causing all this

[absolutmotorcraft]

[fivevotesdown]

In my defence, the moon was full and I was left unsupervised.

[1anonyymous1]

!!!!!????!!!!!!????? :(

[eglcntine-archived]

ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ , ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱʜɪᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ                                 »»————-　🗡　————-««                                                   ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴍᴇ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙᴇ ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ .

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[unyieldinglight]

i’m here to have a good time, not a canon-compliant time.