Il Miotas

Multimuse Blog

[notmorbid]

nowhere to be found.

dialogue prompts from nowhere to be found by bae suah.

what kinds of people commit murder?

i’m sorry i can’t do more for you.

why are you so busy all the time?

you didn’t reply to any of my letters.

i thought you weren’t coming home until later.

i dreamt about you.

i hope you’re not leaving on my account.

you’re so cold that i shake with despair.

you have the eyes of a wolf-girl whose heart has never once been moved.

when i press my ear to your chest, i hear only wind and emptiness.

i’m taking my voice with me to the grave. i would not leave it in a place like this.

sons aren’t sweet to their mothers. not like daughters are.

i must confess, i was never a good student.

every time winter rolls around, i find myself longing for things.

right now doesn’t mean anything at all.

i told you i quit. i’m not lying.

you make me walk on eggshells around you.

you think you’re so different from me?

i’ll keep pretending i didn’t see anything.

wouldn’t you like to warm up a little before you go?

what is it that you really want: reality or fantasy?

i came all the way back, worried i might never see you again.

if you don’t believe me, go ahead and ask someone else.

for god’s sake, stop petting my shoulder like that. i’m not an animal.

what the hell are you getting at?

all you do is put up walls and make excuses that i can’t understand.

i’ve always hated people who go through life like they don’t care, making everyone pander to their moods.

you know as well as i do that this is all just theater.

let’s take a picture.

send me letters on poisoned paper. i’ll swallow them whole.

no one is ever completely innocent.

you were born with a knife in your heart.

you’re a rare sort of idealist.

i’m turning into taxidermy.

[ilmiotas]

[Drink]

[Drink] The sender hands the receiver a drink, their fingers brushing as the glass exchanges hands.

_______

Captain looks up from the MI6 paperwork to find a mug of tea being held in front of him. Shifting his glasses to the desk, he reaches out and takes the drink, allowing their fingers to brush a bit longer than necessary as he slowly exchanges the mug to his hand.

"What time is it?" He asks, taking a sip of the piping hot tea, feeling the added whiskey burning the back of his throat.

@deathtransformed

[deathtransformed]

                "Almost six," Gemini answers casually after handing Captain his tea. He sits almost informally on the seat at the end of his table, legs stretched and resting on the other chair front of his. His own work with Q's department, eventually finished.                 "Which means it's almost dinner, Captain."

[ilmiotas]

"Ugh." Captain sighs, setting the cup on the desk as he shifts into leaning back in the chair. He scrubs his face with his hands, releasing the tension in his jaw as his focus is officially broken. "You're right. My turn to buy this time, aye? What were you thinking for food?"

[ilmiotas]

// Really need a Fourteenth Doctor and Donna thread. T^T

[katestewartt]

The Doctor and Donna + caring and protecting each other

[katestewartt]

The way both Fourteen and Donna stop caring about their own well-being the moment something happens to the other.

[calisources]

THE   ROYAL   TREATMENT.   all   sentences   are   either   taken   from   fantasy   or   fictional   and   historical   novels   about   kings,   queens,   royal   blood   and   some   sparked   romance   and   magic.   change   all   pronouns   and   names,   locations   as   you   see   fit.

“You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.”

“She was a ray of sunshine, a warm summer rain, a bright fire on a cold winter’s day, and now she could be dead because she had tried to save the man she loved.”

“He was a man known for the violence of his temper as well as the deliciousness of his touch.”

“Am I making you nervous, Natalie?”

“Sad it is, the fate of kings.”

“Go to this masquerade ball with your new friends, put on a pretty gown, and dance the night away.”

“Repentance is like a royal cheer.”

“Even the small joys are worth cherishing, and they will lead to greater ones.”

“when you become king shall find many difficult tasks and you shall have to hurt others and yourself.”

“The throne brings trouble and grief along with the glory.”

“Anger is a feeling afforded only by royal blood. Ordinary people ask for mercy in such situations.”

“True leadership is serving others; follow Queen Elizabeth's noble example.”

“Success isn't wealth or status; impact matters.”

“The power of empowerment can change the world, one person at a time.”

“Leadership is service, not a throne to seize.”

“I have in sincerity pledged myself to your service, as so many of you are pledged to mine.”

“Proper training is key, it allows one to accomplish a great deal."

“Oh honey, someday a real man is going to make you see stars and you won't even be looking at the sky."

“Royalty comes with a cost. My great-great-grandfather was one, and he left me no royalty but loyalty to empower people.”

“At all times an empire is more important than emperor and empress, prince and princess.”

“You might have to ask yourself, however right your claim is, if you are the leader the realm needs and wants.”

“You’re Royal. Get used to it and that involves a lot of burdens and things you don’t want to do.”

“I’m in awe of you, Rowan Palotay.”

“Slow down there, princess. How do you know what kind of first impression you gave me?”

“Prayer is a royal power.”

“You forget yourself and who you are speaking of.”

“Anyone young, famous and beautiful who dies young is forever frozen in time and fascinating to all of us.”

“Youths are the life blood of any nation.”

“I am not yet come of age, my lord. How can I be queen?”

“To crown her is to kill her.”

“He didn't marry you to become king. He became king because he wanted to marry you.”

“Little by little, the old world crumbled, and not once did the king imagine that some of the pieces might fall on him.”

“I believe we are what we make ourselves, and as such, you, Crown Princess, are nothing.”

“Rule with the heart of a servant. Serve with the heart of a king.”

“There’s a fine line between gossip and history, when one is talking about kings.”

“We kings do develop a certain ability to recognize objects under our noses.”

“...alone is such a nebulous state when one is queen.”

“I respect you as my king, and I respect you as my father, but I do not respect you as a man!”

“She was made to be a queen, just like her mother.”

Protect Myrcella with your life. Defend her... and her rights. Set a crown upon her head.“”

“You’re my princess, right? You were always going to be my princess, no matter what you were born.”

“For dogs we kings should have lions, and for cats, tigers. The great benefits a crown.”

“This marriage had resulted from impulse.”

“The king is a saint and cannot rule, and his son is a devil and should not.”

“One does not ask if one likes the Blood Royal. They simply are. It is like asking if one likes the Gods.”

“You are a king worthy of their allegiance . . . with a queen full of fire and promise.”

“The idea that how you are born or the name you are given dictate the sort of person you really are.”

“You seem to think that you can still turn back, but it’s too late. You’ll have to face it, Princess. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but soon enough. And you can’t be this scared when the time comes.”

“Was it worse, she wondered, to be wanted dead or wanted Queen?”

“My royal status is both a shield that protects me and a sword that impales my heart.”

“Respect shouldn't be hereditary; it must be earned.”

“You know, for a pampered princess, you have a certain gift for violence.”

“There is nothing sharper than a well mannered princess’ words.Their true meaning are a mystery.”

“People are born great but yet need to grow into greatness”

“Kings needn’t raise their voices to be heard.”

“She was their witch queen, and they adored her.”

“To be fair, I don't quite see any difference between an assassin and a knight. They both kill people, only one "in the name of Honour '' and the other is just a "monster"

“Crowns belong to those that serve.”

“I have the softness and meekness of a daughter but I also have the boldness and Braveheart of a Son.”

“Will you visit my chambers tonight?”

“A throne won in blood will soon be drenched in it.”

“Even when she's dethroned by hardship, she still wears the sun as a crown.”

“The Princess knew in her heart she is strong, smart, and capable because it is in her blood.”

“There is the matter of succession that has to be settled. You don’t start a reign without settling how it continues.”

“My reign has been anything but traditional. Let’s not start now, shall we?”

“Every girl thinks about growing up in a palace. Few ever ponder living in a cage.”

“Often blessings and burdens comes hand in hand. The bigger the Crown the heavier the burden”

“If stubborness were all that was needed to be a good queen, I'd rule the world.”

“Some girls have a frightening killer instinct. Don't let the ball gowns fool you.”

“You don't turn your back on your destiny.”

[gvaine]

One day he will. — When?

2.01 The Curse of Cornelius Sagan

[thebookluvrr1816]

Merthur + eye contact - 02

[wolfiery]

— "He's given his life to this kingdom. He would never betray you." — "Then explain his actions." — "All right. They're lies. Gaius would never run off in the night." — "Look, I know it's hard. But no break ins were reported. His possessions are missing. A horse has been stolen."

MERLIN | 4x07 “The Secret Sharer"

[ilmiotas]

[Drink]

[Drink] The sender hands the receiver a drink, their fingers brushing as the glass exchanges hands.

_______

Captain looks up from the MI6 paperwork to find a mug of tea being held in front of him. Shifting his glasses to the desk, he reaches out and takes the drink, allowing their fingers to brush a bit longer than necessary as he slowly exchanges the mug to his hand.

"What time is it?" He asks, taking a sip of the piping hot tea, feeling the added whiskey burning the back of his throat.

@deathtransformed

[justanotherrpmeme]

Unresolved Sexual Tension starters

"Maybe… maybe there's something between us, but I can't bring myself to say it out loud." "We've been dancing around this for years. What's stopping us from just being honest?" "Attraction? No way, we're just good friends, nothing more." "There's always this tension when we're together. Is it just me feeling it?" "I wish we could just talk about what's really going on between us." "If I didn't know any better, I'd say there's something more than friendship in those glances." "Are we just going to keep pretending that we don't feel anything?" "I've never said this before, but I think I might be in love with you." "Let's not complicate things. We're better off as friends." "You look good tonight. Not that you don't always look good, but, you know…"

[Touch] The sender brushes a strand of hair from the receiver's face, their fingers lingering for a moment. [Avoid] The sender purposefully keeps a bit too much distance, creating an awkward atmosphere between them. [Stare] The sender gazes into the receiver's eyes for a prolonged moment, leaving both unsure how to react. [Hug] The sender initiates a hug, but it lasts just a little longer than a casual embrace would. [Dance] The sender invites the receiver to dance, their bodies moving in a way that hints at more than just friendship. [Compliment] The sender gives the receiver a compliment, their words carrying a deeper, unspoken meaning. [Laugh] The sender laughs at the receiver's jokes a bit too enthusiastically, almost nervously. [Drink] The sender hands the receiver a drink, their fingers brushing as the glass exchanges hands.

[deathtransformed]

@ilmiotas

"Hello, Captain." Gemini's eyes grow dark as he tips his head to the side. "Or is it, John right now?"

[ilmiotas]

The man watches Gemini from beneath the hood of his coat. He is curled up in the corner of this vile place, having been listening and biding his time in order to escape. He grimaces, mouth twitching and eyes bloodshot from being awake this long.

"Hard to say." Comes the gruff reply.

[deathtransformed]

Gemini's eyes are alert and watching him with immense fascination. Like how he does his experiments sometime. "Hm." He could even taste the exhaustion from the man's voice. Lifting the latch from the prison the man has been taken to, the door creaks open and waits. "They did a number on you, didn't they?" Turning around, he gives a look in one of the guards sprawled on the floor as blood pooled on its lifeless body. "We need to go. Are you able to follow? Or perhaps, you're injured?" It is hard to determine everything in low light after all.

[ilmiotas]

Grimacing as he shifts, he allows his hand to pull himself up the wall a little in order to help him stand. He swallows the copper taste in his mouth as he leans heavily against the damp stone.

Allowing himself a small moment to breathe, he shuts his eyes and counts. His ears twitch as he listens for the sound of the timer that goes off every hour. Just as he reaches 15, a droning noise ripples from the ceiling, low and grating. It has been how he's kept track of his time here. He's been in here officially 14 days now. He had been desperate to survive up to a fortnight.

"Need my cane I think." He manages to say, squinting through the dim light at his savior.

[nextstopparis]

when I was drowning I thought about the light instead of the water, the accident instead of the ache.

— Yves Olade

[gvvenpendragon]

there will never be another like you

[deathtransformed]

@ilmiotas

"Hello, Captain." Gemini's eyes grow dark as he tips his head to the side. "Or is it, John right now?"

[ilmiotas]

The man watches Gemini from beneath the hood of his coat. He is curled up in the corner of this vile place, having been listening and biding his time in order to escape. He grimaces, mouth twitching and eyes bloodshot from being awake this long.

"Hard to say." Comes the gruff reply.

[inlovewiththenights]

[drthetasigma14]

Potter!verse, Demo Tape: Great Pumpkin/Sorcerer's Stone: "Double Double." [AU]

“Mac!” Sally demanded crossly, stalking after him. “Mac, you come back here at once!”

The smokey-colored cat continued to sprint off into the darkness, whether frightened or defiant or both, and Sally hurried after him with the light of her wand to guide her– though eventually this was supplemented by the growing glowing of a house. 

The Groundskeeper’s place– Hagrid’s.

As she swung her wand about, however, eyes narrowed, her camera dangling from a strap around her neck, she hesitated– she heard sobbing, and swearing, and scuffling. 

“Hello?” she wondered. “Is– is someone there?”

The swearing and scuffling and so forth went suddenly quiet. And then a very throaty, mucousy voice replied: “…no.”

Sally squinted at the riddle presented by this rubbish. “If there’s nobody there, then who just answered me?”

The answer came back a little less sniffly, a little more snarky: “Nobody, obviously.”

Holding her wand aloft, Sally narrowed her eyes, and then perceived a shape of a shadow out in Hagrid’s pumpkin patch. Trudging towards that shadow, Sally eventually perceived a skinny, spiky-haired, somewhat freckly– not Weasley freckly, but still freckly –lad in Ravenclaw colors, huddled up beside one of Hagrid’s massive pumpkins, chin in his hands. His eyes were rimmed with red behind the lenses of his thick-framed glasses, and he’d obviously been crying.

She tilted her head. She remembered him from The Sorting, if vaguely. One of her fellow first-years. “Decker, ennit? Tommy? Tommy Decker? That’s a funny name for Nobody.”

“‘Ello,” Tommy S. Decker replied, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his robes. “Pleased to meet you, too. Though I’d hardly be quibbling about the funniness of names if I were named, oh, Verity.”

Sally turned a bit pink with indignation. “I prefer Sally.”

“As you like it,” Tommy waved this away with a roll of his eyes. “What are you doing out here, anyway? You’re missing the feast.”

The young Hufflepuff shutterbug squinted at him. “I’m chasing my ruddy cat. I was cross with him for picking a fight with a Gryffindor first-year’s pet owl, and I'm even crosser now.” Her voice grew progressively louder as she voiced her displeasure to Mac off in the darkness, wherever he was. She paused, however, regarded Tommy Decker. “I could ask you the same thing, yeah?”

Tommy sniffled again, and blew air out through his lips. “I had this mate, yeah? Harry? Not the– not the famous one, s'name’s Saxon– but he got Sorted into Slytherin and it just hasn’t been the same.” Scrawny shoulders rose and fell. “Anyway, he told me that Hagrid was one pumpkin short for the decorating, and if I could get that pumpkin to The Great Hall, I’d be a hero.”

Sally smiled sadly at this: she was a wise, wise young lady. “…you already know he was having you on, don’t you?”

Tommy harrumphed, then let out a noise of absolute misery. “Yeah. The only reason he’s doing this is to score points with his new Slytherin mates. He told me it because he knew I can’t do it, and the only reason I’m still out here trying is to prove him wrong. But it’s useless. I’m– I’m just a Squib, or I might as well be, spells don’t make sense, wands are just useless effing wood and now I’ve got mooncalf-manure fertilizer all over me favorite Muggle dabs.”

Sally mused for a moment. “Actually, I think that’s dragon-dung fertilizer.”

Decker gave Sparrow the dourest of looks, and Sparrow frowned at him in protest. “It’s just– the Groundskeeper likes dragony things.”

Tommy scoffed, rubbed his face, picked himself up. “No, no, no, everyone knows Hufflepuffs have an unfair advantage in Herbology, it's quite all right to kick me when I’m down.”

Sally put her hands on her hips, quite irritated with the lad now. “Do you always get this prejudiced when you’re upset?”

“No,” Decker denied flatly, then shook his head. “Yes. Sometimes. Look, it’s– it’s– a positive stereotype, yeah? I’m– I’m sorry. I'm so sorry. Maybe you can give me a pointer, then? Is there a thing you can do to animate pumpkin vines? Or– or we could turn it into a carriage, and it could roll itself there?”

“Turn a pumpkin into a carriage?” Sally wondered, incredulous. “Where on Earth did you get that idea?”

“Muggle stories,” Tommy mumbled, suddenly sheepish. “Muggle Studies, I'm brilliant at Muggle Studies. And Arithmancy. And Stargazing. I’ve read all the books. Only we can’t take those classes for years, so that doesn’t help me at all.”

Sally grinned at him softly. This lad was a bothersome one, but if there was one thing she could appreciate, it was a love of books. “Well, I don’t know that much about Transfiguration, but we just learned this one Charm from Professor Flitwick? C'mon, at least try it with me.”

“Fine,” Tommy rolled his eyes, but nodded, and picked up his wand from where he’d flung it into the muck, frustrated, wiping it off. “But don’t expect stellar results.”

Sally grinned at him, and as one, they pointed their wands and bellowed: “WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!”

********

A few minutes later, they strolled into corridors leading up to The Great Hall, to find that the corridors were, much to their surprise, in absolute bedlam. Teachers and Prefects were trying to restore order and to herd students back up to their dorms–

–but Decker and Sparrow were sharp-eyed both enough to gaze through the milling crowds and see Harry Saxon and a pack of Slytherins stop and stare in startlement– and then bitter fury– at the sight of the gigantic pumpkin levitating behind the two new arrivals, leashed to them by Decker’s ridiculously long Ravenclaw scarf and with Mac the cat sitting proudly atop the floating gourd like it was his chariot.

Tommy had successfully brought the pumpkin to The Great Hall, and Saxon was irate. His anger turned to bewilderment, however, as a flash went off and momentarily blinded him. With a scowl, he turned away, and he urged his friends to do so also.

Sally grinned, lowering her camera, having successfully caught that image, that face, to be animated in perpetuity for posterity, and she and Tommy whooped gleefully at the implication of this.

At this point a Hufflepuff Prefect noticed the two of them standing there in triumph, and urged them to join their classes and get back to their Common Rooms.

“But what’s happening?” Sally wondered, not unreasonably.

“Professor Quirrell says there’s a troll loose in the castle,” the Prefect replied crisply. “We’re gathering everyone up for their health and safety.”

Sally shook her head in wonderment. “Always something going on 'round here, isn’t there? Blink and you'll miss it.”

“Well,” Decker considered, with a tilt of his head, “don’t blink.”