≡ ALIVE.

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uuuummm just in case anyone’s still following and wondering where i went...i fucked up really bad...i forgot my login and remade. so i’m @ashesriising!!

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i can’t!!! believe!! i finally remembered the login for this blog!! right after i finally caved and remade it. god, that’s so frustrating. anyway, i’ve remade my multimuse over at @ashesriising. i’ve only got finnick active there and literally nothing is set up, but i’m working on it. mostly i’m just writing finnick in another group verse, but i’m down for other stuff with him. i’ve missed you all, and bello will be the next muse i make active there again. <333

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Hey babes! I’m so sorry I’ve been so absent, my muse has been low and sporadic. At the moment, all I have is muse for Finnick, so –

LIKE THIS FOR A STARTER FROM FINNICK!

[johnnyssilverhand]

Hozier sentence meme

❛ Honey, please, try to love me. ❜

❛ I called your name ‘til the fever broke. ❜

❛ Don’t you ever tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash. ❜ 

❛ It looks ugly, but it’s clean. ❜

❛ Babe, there’s something tragic about you. ❜

❛ Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know. ❜

❛ But I want it, it’s a crime that she’s not around most of the time. ❜

❛ Her fight and fury is fiery, oh but she loves like sleep to the freezing. ❜

❛ I prayed my mind be good to me. ❜

❛ With her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean, she’s the angel of small death and the codeine scene. ❜

❛ It’s bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet. ❜

❛ So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes, no better version of me I could pretend to be tonight. ❜

❛ Would things be easier if there was a right way? Honey, there is no right way. ❜

❛ I fall in love just a little, oh a little bit every day with someone new. ❜

❛ My lover’s got humor, she’s the giggle at a funeral. ❜

❛ There’s an art to life’s distractions. ❜

❛ I raised a stone to end his pain. ❜

❛ When I was a child, I heard voices… Some would sing and some would scream. ❜

❛ Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done, I need to be youthfully felt ‘cause, God, I never felt young. ❜

❛ We tried the world, good God, it wasn’t for us.  ❜

❛ I turned and ran to save a life I didn’t have. ❜

❛ But my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake. ❜

❛ I wake at the first cringe of morning, and my heart’s already sinned. ❜

❛ Always a well dressed fraud, who wouldn’t spare the rod. Never for me. ❜

❛ I was born sick, but I love it. Command me to be well. ❜

❛ Freshly disowned in some frozen devotion, no more alone or myself could I be. ❜

❛ I clutched my life, and wished it kept. My dearest love, I’m not done yet. ❜

❛ No shortage of sordid, no protest from me. ❜

❛ I have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me. ❜

❛ Two corpses we were, two corpses I saw. ❜

❛ All that I’ve been taught, and every word I’ve got, is foreign to me. ❜

❛ I have never known hunger like these insects that feast on me. ❜

❛ You’ve done me wrong for a long, long time. But after all you’ve done I never changed my mind. ❜

❛ Honey, you know that’s my love bursting loud from inside. ❜

❛ I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. ❜

❛ The purest expression of grief. ❜

❛ Lord, it’d be great to find a place we could escape sometime. ❜

❛ Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword. ❜

❛ I found something in the woods somewhere. ❜

❛ Babe, there’s something broken about this, but I might be hoping about this. ❜

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Hey babes! I’m so sorry I’ve been so absent, my muse has been low and sporadic. At the moment, all I have is muse for Finnick, so --

LIKE THIS FOR A STARTER FROM FINNICK!

[goddesswalking]

You cried WOLF so I came RUNNING.

QUESTION: Am I the WOLF (or am I the SAVIOR)? Is my SMILE too sharp or just my TEETH?

                  ANSWER: come a little closer.

[howeverlongs]

[allaboutaliciavikander]

Sassy Gaby Teller.

[withlovesharkgirlarchive]

man i love it when people hurt my muses like it’s actually the best

i love seeing them broken and bleeding and a crying mess like “is it okay if i hurt your muse” more like thrash them within an inch of their life and leave them for dead for all i care it’s only fun when someone bleeds destroy them

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@peaceific

      ❛ Hey, you want to go for a swim? ❜ The moon was already up, but Finnick was restless and anxious, and nothing calmed him easier than the gentle rolling of the ocean waves.  ❛ Nobody’ll bother us this late. ❜

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MICHAEL.

      He should’ve known there would be consequences to his actions from the previous night; even if those actions were not voluntary and only consisted of him being out for dinner with Abby and accidentally leaving his phone home, consequently missing Bello’s call. With a quiet sigh and a collected expression, Mike cast his glance down, avoiding to look at his superior in the best attempt at a submissive behavior.

       “I was at the hospital,” he explained casually, naturally. Anyone would’ve believed he was telling the truth. “A friend of mine was on an accident and I had to visit. I apologize.” Finally, his eyes met Bello’s, with a curt, apologetic nod. “Did I miss something important? Is everything okay?”

      ❛ What sort of accident was it? ❜ He didn’t mind that it was obvious he didn’t believe him; he wanted to put the man on edge. There had been many things he was both suspicious and worried about for some time, but it all seemed to be coalescing into a picture he was not interested in seeing, and yet was forced to look more closely at.

      ❛ I had a meeting with Odin Rossi last night. There were other matters I needed you to handle for me. It caused some issues when I was not there to negotiate such things. ❜

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MISS CARRERA.

                     “–I did hear about that, yes!” Of course she had, really, it had been one of the biggest lawsuits in the last month, and there were talk and rumors about both sides. Sally, for one, was sickened by whoever was defending Triton Medical, but you couldn’t escape something like that in this world. “You’re representing the victims. How’s that going?”

       ❛ Frustrating, honestly. ❜ His fingers traced the warm outside of the coffee mug as he looked up at her, lowering his voice.  ❛ Half of the patients seem to be contradicting each other with their symptoms and timing. ❜ he shook his head. Even if she decided to tell someone about this, it couldn’t do much harm; he already had enough people helping him, but he was interested in her advice. She’d already proven an ability to think outside the box.  ❛ I think there were two separate medications marketed as Alverol, but I can’t be certain, because they’ve recalled all the samples. ❜

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JULES.

“ you know, in most cases, the term ‘crazy’ is used as a term of endearment. ”

although he’s truly not putting much thought into it, he keeps the conversation alive for the sake of some healthy banter. he’s crazy for sure, far more so than she’s aware of, but he’ll leave that alone for the time being. right now, he wants her to understand that these types of judgments are to be made with minimal sincerity.

“ and so what does that make you, hm? i mean i have my own diagnoses, but what of yours? ”

       ❛ MOST cases. ❜ She lets the lift of her eyebrow and half-smile  speak for itself, without laying any serious meaning on it. The cross of her arms that follows mirrors a shrug of her shoulders, obviously teasing. She has never felt comfortable around anyone (with the rare exception of moments in time with Illya and Napoleon), but Jules was less threatening than most personas she’d come across. Judgments were never to be made without information at hand, but it was easier for her to slip into a more bantering attitude than others.

      ❛ I keep my self-examinations to myself, thanks. But it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been told I’m crazy. ❜

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ILLYA.

     ‘agreed.  it will be – enjoyable, i believe.’           he offers his arm her way, feeling the tension drain from his body ( it leaves him strangely empty, as if he’s unable to operate without rigidity in his muscles and alarm in his bones ).  but it’s a welcome sensation, and hers a welcome company.

GENUINELY HAPPY SMILES COME RARE for Gaby, but the one that crosses her face as she takes his arm is nothing but true. She knows which pace to walk at now to keep up with his longer legs, and it’s second nature as she looks up at him.

      ❛ You seem relaxed. Did you sleep well? ❜

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JULES.

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he senses it. he can ALWAYS sense it. once it begins to swell, just as it poises to break. it crawls along his skin, a determined scorpion with weapons poised. in that limbo between slumber and conscious thought, she’s already reaching out for him, searching for an anchor, and he’s struggling to hand it to her. and then all at once, he’s wide awake, blinking the sleep from his eyes. he’s only just rose when she cries out.

               "hey, hey, it’s alright. it’s —“

but is it? lying to her wasn’t part of the deal. he had said that long ago that if this were to transpire, he was not going to say one word against the truth in her presence. he’d explained, to an unbecoming eye roll and deadpan expression, that he wasn’t going to spare feelings. he then came to the conclusion that between the two of them, there were no feelings to spare. he’d been wrong.

"yeah, i know you are.” it’s said almost in disgust as if he’d been offended by the notion. “i know you are. you are now anyway. lucky i closed the windows.” he’s kidding. he has to. anything else is too much. “thirsty? want some water? a shot of whiskey?”

IT’S ALL SHE CAN DO TO FIND HER FEET, one hand up almost defensively in his direction, as if to ward him off. His words his her like a load of bricks, and she feels still like she’s swallowing water, gulping it into her lungs as it burns through her. His comment about the windows settled into her mind, however, and she moved across the room almost at a run, grabbing the window and throwing it open. Fingers curled around the windowsill as she leaned out farther than was safe, eye closed as she dragged the freezing night air into her body, imagining water rushing form her lips to fall to the pavement below with every exhale. In -- more air. Out -- less water. She continued until she envisioned the very last drops of water in her lungs leaving, rising of their own accord to float away into the night.

Finally, she felt as if she could speak to him without gasping, but didn’t turn around, staying where she was, braced with hands against the window frame and toes against the floor, speaking out to the city, although she knew he could hear her.

      ❛ Whiskey, if you insist. ❜ Her words were cold, an instinctual reaction to his sarcasm after moment as terrifying as the ones before.  ❛ I’m sorry for spiting you with my bad dreams. ❜

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ICARUS.

Icarus thinks maybe he should be concerned about Apollo’s health.  But, as far as he knows, gods can’t die, and if he’s being perfectly honest, he’s not feeling all that charitable right now.  Granted, it’s taking all of his concentrated effort to stay on the other side of the room, because Apollo is like a magnet and Icarus finds himself constantly feeling helpless in the face of - whatever this is.  ❝Couldn’t find the phone.❞ His legs are stiff, and he lets himself lean against the doorway, eyes never once leaving the figure hunched on the floor.  ❝You look pathetic.❞

The words sound cutting, and this time they’re meant to.  There’s no way Icarus can distance himself - he knows that now.  Anywhere Apollo is, Icarus will find his way there.  That doesn’t mean he won’t go kicking and screaming, though.  A shiver pushes through him, pulled out by the chill that cuts through his sweatshirt.  ❝Don’t suppose you’d lend me some more clothes? Didn’t exactly give me a chance to get dressed when you dragged me out.❞ He takes a step closer despite himself, shoves bloody hands into his pockets to force himself to maintain whatever boundaries he’s labouring under the illusion of having.  ❝So what the hell’s going on with you?❞

HE DIDN’T HAVE THE ENERGY TO DEAL WITH ICARUS’ HOSTILITY, so he simply ignored it, hoping the other would at least have the decency to do something other than let him die sitting there in his kitchen. It was hard to think straight through the migraine pulsing in his temples, and he forced himself to latch onto the last thing said - and the most important to him, especially at the moment.

❛ Yeah, that’s why I brought you here. I’ve got no fuckin’ clue. ❜ He grimaced at how dry his throat was, how much effort it took him to speak. He didn’t really have much of a choice to rely on Icarus now. If he hadn’t just abducted the man, he’d have called 911, but that was currently completely out of the question. The longer he looked at the other man, the more he felt a gut-wrenching sense of familiarity. He didn't know if it was the illness or something more, but he was beginning to wonder if what Icarus said was less than psychotic. It took a little bit too long to look away, nodding towards a cabinet on the other side of the kitchen.  ❛ There’s hydrocodone in there -- uhh, it’s...it’s labeled Vicoden. I’d like to be able to think straight before we get to anything else. ❜

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SOLO.

     the lyrics anything you can do i can do better from annie get your gun filter through his mind, but he bites off the reply before he goes showing his love of theater to teller.  ‘well, in that case, let’s be on our way, so i can out perform illya.’

      GABY STEPPED FORWARD, reaching out to rest her hand in the crook of Solo’s arm so he could escort her, looking up at him with a considerably lighter expression than she had carried only a moment before.  ❛ And what is our cover? ❜

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