*a whole world between zero and one

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MUSES

allie spencer ( reimaged alice by heart ) fc: kristine forseth annabeth chase ( percy jackson series ) fc: virginia gardner anthony bridgerton ( bridgerton ) fc: ben barnes cady heron ( mean girls ) fc: haley lu richardson cathy hiatt ( the last five years ) fc: ana de armas camille roberts ( big time rush ) fc: zoey deutch carlos garcia ( big time rush ) fc: tyler posey charlie montgomery ( oc ) fc: melissa benoist david “gordo” gordon ( lizzie mcguire ) fc: timothee chalamet emmett forrest ( legally blonde: the musical ) fc: alfred enoch graziella bicicleta ( west side story ) fc: lucy boynton jesse tuck ( tuck everlasting ) fc: noah centineo keyleth of the air ashari ( critical role ) fc: tba lily malevsky ( anastasia ) fc: annie murphy penelope featherington ( bridgerton ) fc: vajen van den bosch poppy bridgerton ( bridgerton ) fc: tba sarah jacobs ( newsies ) fc: molly gordon sophie beckett ( bridgerton ) fc: samantha barks

[peridotite]

them forever

[fairymonk]

The Legend of Vox Machina

2x10 The Kill Box

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@mxrrorbcll

[fairymonk]

My heart? My heart is someone else's.

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@mxrrorbcll

the sun blared down from high in the sky as annabeth wiped a soiled rag across her face, blinking the sunlight out of her eyes as she scanned the horizon, grateful for the somewhat empty landscape. they’d be able to see any infected from a mile away, but the hellscape that used to be the long island expressway hardly provided much shade. how the hell had grover found his way out here outside the qz? probably some wounded animal, his bleeding heart couldn’t ignore. but it was percy. if one of his friends were in trouble, there was no power in this ‘verse that was going to keep him from helping. it was hotter than hell out here and they were low on water. annabeth was sure they’d have to find their way back to the qz before they found him. “percy, i’m not sure we can stay out much longer...we’ll rest and try again tomorrow. i promise.”

[lum1natriiix]

"When Ellie reads Joel that suicide note, Bill kind of spells out "look out for the people that you love". And he specifically mentions Tess. It's a reminder of Joel's failure. Joel has already failed to save his daughter, and now he's failed to save his romantic partner. What's next?" - Neil Druckmann

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@mxrrorbcll

[dyllpiccle]

Your honor? Them.

Prints

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@mxrrorbcll

[blorbologist]

Korrin really be like “Take care of eachother,,, but that one in particular. this guy. the one in the stinky armor. son-in-law material, Keyleth, I’m telling you. this bastard right here.“

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@mxrrorbcll

[criticalsorcery]

we were made to pass through fire

[hotcupofdragons]

I am Keyleth, an Air Ashari, like my mother before me. I was made to pass through fire.

THE LEGEND OF VOX MACHINA (2022-) S02E02 | "Pass Through Fire"

[saintlopezlov3r]

Alaska Young🚬

Looking For Alaska

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@hxwboutadance sent: receiver wakes up in the hospital and finds sender at their side,  who is in the same clothes as the day they were admitted because they’ve refused to leave their side. for alvin & allie. | not accepting.

THE BEEPING was his least favorite sound in the world. at least, when he was first waking up. because that meant he was in a hospital bed, and something had gone wrong again, and he was possibly back to square one. the beeping, and the tubing, and the iv in his hand he could feel even laying completely still. he kept his eyes closed, not wanting to open them to a probably empty room with a chart he could actually mostly understand now, with a year of pre-med under his belt. he mentally started going through his symptoms, rating his pains and testing his breathing. he didn’t have anything more than the standard oxygen tube, which was a good sign. it wasn’t until he heard a shift at his side that he actually opened his eyes, and it was almost as if the racing thoughts stopped when he saw her sitting there. ( and if the beeping became a little faster at the same moment, well… he could always blame the anxiety. )  his hand scrambled in the sheets, searching for hers, the fear more evident in his voice than he liked.  ❝ allie… ❞

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allie was used to living with her heart outside of her body. she’d spent her whole life watching alvin struggle and for as much as it happened, it never got easier. but she wasn’t the one laying in the hospital bed, hooked up to wires and looking so brittle and broken. whatever she was struggling through, alvin had it about ten times worse. allie knew she could endure anything as long as it meant being near him. when he woke up, he saw her curled up in a wooden chair, her knees were pulled up to her chin, a scratchy hospital blanket wrapped around her by someone (probably her mother) as she dozed off, her eyelashes fluttering slightly as she dreamed. it was her secret super power: allie could fall asleep pretty much anywhere. a deep, deep sleep not a soul could wake her from. well...except one soul. the sound of her name on his lips shocked allie awake, the author taking only a few seconds to rub the sleep from her eyes and reorient herself so she could take his hand in hers. alvin’s hand was cold and clammy, but she held it as if it were a lifeline for in every sense of the word, it was. “hey, sleepy head.” allie smiled, pushing a lock of blonde hair from her face as she leaned forward onto his bed. “have any wonderful dream adventures?”

[mxrrorbcll]

@hxwboutadance​ sent:  ❝ i thought you were gone.  for good. ❞ for peter & gwen. | not accepting.

EYES ARE trained on the skyline in front of them. it’d been about a week since she showed up, and there’d been no progress on figuring out how to get her back ─ though if he was honest, he didn’t really want to. and it was selfish, he knew that; she had people waiting on her back in her own dimension, but he was enjoying her company. she wasn’t his gwen, and he knew that, but… laughing with her, talking with her, working with her, it all seemed to help the ache he always had. chin rested on his knee, kicking his leg a little. the rooftop was always so peaceful, and a perfect vantage point; he knew he had to show her. but he didn’t think they’d get on the topic of their… other selves. the deceased versions.  ❝ me too. for you. ❞ he risked a glance at her and, well…  ❝ were you, uh… were you two together ?? ❞

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there were subtle differences here and there (for instance, her peter had hated pistachios ), and then there were the blaring ones that whacked gwen across the face. this peter was so...nice. laid back. funny, even. she remembered when her peter had been all those things, years ago before he’d lost his uncle and the obsession and the paranoia took over. she didn’t want to admit it in front of this stranger, but gwen didn’t want to go. not right away, anyway. “oh, um...no. not like together, together.” she looked down at her foot, swinging off the edge of the skyscraper they were perched atop. “i mean, i wanted...but i don’t think he ever saw me that way, so.” gwen’s voiced trailed off, the awkwardness lingering between them for a moment before...”what about you two? i mean, you and...your gwen?”

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musicalmumu​:

LYDIA continued to look around , checking if delia had followed. ( she had not. she was too busy in some bridal catalogue or maybe she just found her horoscope. ) she hummed in acknowledgement as BARABRA greeted her. it took a moment for the question to register. ❝ oh , um … ❞ her full attention was now directed at the ghost woman in front of her. she had to think , trying to remember … had she ever been to a wedding ?  ❝ i don’t think so … ❞ she wasn’t born when her parents got married , as it was before her time. she vaguely recalled her parents going to weddings. at best , she may have been a flower girl at one , but she was too young to remember and was probably dropped off with a babysitter before the reception. 

❝ what was your wedding like ?? ❞ she asked out of curiosity. she could almost picture the maitland wedding already: BARABRA nervous out of her mind. both her and adam nervous about everything needing to be perfect ; it was probably a shock they even decided on a wedding date , and everything.  ❝ how long did it take you from , like , engaged to actual wedding day ?? ❞

“oh, gee...i haven’t though about that day for a while.” barbara admitted, a grin spreading across her features as she sat on the side bench in the hallway ( or was it an abstract art piece? with delia, one could never know for sure ). “well, adam and i met when his architecture firm hired my design firm to do the decorating for one of their buildings, we were...25? i think?” barbara shook her head, the memories suddenly fuzzy. this happened often. memories from her human life seemingly disappeared with every passing day she spent in the afterlife. up until now...it was little things. but her wedding day? barbara tried not to show her sorrow, instead doing her best with the details she did remember. “well, on the actual day it was pouring down rain. we thought the church was going to flood! but that’s a good omen, apparently. rain on your wedding day means you’ll have a long and happy life together. i guess they were right. they didn’t specify if you had to be alive or not!” she giggled, shooting lydia a wink. “do you think delia will ask you to be a bridesmaid?” barbara reached across, pushing a lock of lydia’s raven hair out of her face. “you don’t have to say yes, but it might be nice to be up there with her and your dad.”

[mxrrorbcll]

@hxwboutadance​ sent:  ❝ loving you is like having my heart just out in the world.  outside of my body walking around.  every time i see you hurting,  it kills me. ❞ for vax’ildan & keyleth. | not accepting.

HE WOULD be foolish to think that his arrival caused anything less than pain and annoyance for everyone involved; he could see it on every one of their faces since that day in emon when they’d met ( or rather, re - met ). he didn’t have the context to understand it though ─ it didn’t seem to matter how many fireside chats he had with his sister or how many times scanlan sang a song about their victories… they never seemed to return. but he knew every last one of them cared for him and for each other, and for that he’d always be appreciative. it didn’t matter what the raven queen took from him. she’d never be able to take it from them. and for that, he was grateful. but… well, he’d hoped, but he’d also hoped for the opposite of what keyleth was telling him now, if only for the pain it would cause her if it was true. the pain he could plainly see etched into her features in the firelight, their friends asleep mere feet away.

❝ THERE MUST be a large amount of life within you then. ❞ he spoke softly, eyes watching her.  ❝ … i get the feeling i’ve been in pain for quite some time.  ❞ and it was true. there was a longing within him that he sensed had been around long before his memories were taken, long before he was dropped in this realm he’d only recalled walking as an in-between  ─ a longing, aching feeling that only ever seemed to lighten when she was around.  ❝ for what it’s worth, i’m sorry. you should never have to feel pain on that level.  ❞

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the words had bubbled out of her chest without a thought and keyleth thought she would suffocate in the awkward air that hung between them after her bold declaration. but it was true. while the ashari didn’t quite know how she felt about the man in front of her, she couldn’t deny the strong feelings she harbored for him. even if he didn’t remember her. even if it caused her agony to see him look at and not recognize her, or vex or any of their friends. “i know you are. still...it sucks.” she sniffed. again, keyleth knew it wasn’t his fault. and she was done being angry, especially when things were so far out of her control. this...this was exactly why she hated the gods. “i’m not...sure why i said that, actually.” she admitted, rubbing the back of her neck. with the threat of battle on the horizon, keyleth knew that many of her friends were having similar conversations with their loved ones ( something about impending doom made the members of vox machina pretty sappy ).

“we used to do this a lot.” keyleth explained, going to sit at the edge of her bed. the crackling fire in the corner illuminated the curtain if firey red hair that covered her shy expression. “pre - battle heart to hearts. you were really great at them. you always knew exactly what to say. i...usually said something weird and babbled on until we’d go to bed.” was it polite to talk about a man’s past memories in front of him? it seemed rude, but her curiosity was getting the better of her. keyleth longed to know more. a thought flitted across her mind. a desperate one that...keyleth was pretty sure she already knew the answer to, but damn it she had to try. “do...do you think she’ll ever give your your memories back?” 

[beejletuice-haunts]

Kerry Butler as Barbara Maitland

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@hxwboutadance sent:  ❝ you left and ─  i thought you weren’t coming back. ❞ for logan & camille | not accepting. 

LOGAN LIKED to think he was a good boyfriend. or, well, he was a good boyfriend now. now that he’d gotten his shit together and stopped with the games ( because, yes, for as dramatic and over the top camille could be, he was just as bad with the back and forth ), and he was more in love with camille than ever, and falling more and more every day… well, he tried to be a good boyfriend. and maybe that’s why the last thing he expects when he walks into the small apartment camille had been in for the last few months, right in the heart of new york while working on her show, was to see her close to tears in her pajamas. he couldn’t help but laugh a little, biting back a grin. 

❝ I WENT to get us coffee. ❞ he held up the two cups and bag of pastries.  ❝ i don’t leave until tonight. ❞

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camille usually loved feeling the highs and lows of the full spectrum of human emotions, but when she’d woken up that morning to an empty bed on the day the band was supposed to set out on the next leg of her tour had her heart beating out of her chest like it was trying to escape. in camille’s logical mind, she knew logan wouldn’t have left without saying good bye. they weren’t stupid kids playing games at the palmwoods anymore. but camille was exhausted from promoting her new play, not to mention performing every night (no way that understudy was ever going to see the bright lights of broadway), her logical mind was on vacation it seemed. “don’t fucking laugh at me.” she scowled, throwing at pillow at logan’s big stupid head as he walked through the door as if nothing happened. “haven’t you ever heard of leaving a note? preferably a romantic one, by the bedside, with a glass of orange juice?”