INDIE. SEL. MULTI.

with mostly canon divergent muses from various movies, comics, novels, games, mythology, fairy tales, and original roleplay universes multifandom roleplay original character & crossover friendly MODERATE ACTIVITY rebooted: sept 2018 warning: dark themes & mature content may be present on this blog

[anditsxsorrows-archive]

                                    † LEGENDS NEVER DIE †

[penuymbraarchive-deactivated201]

Kill the Stigma that you can’t have favorites.

Having favorites doesn’t mean you care for other writers less. Having favorites doesn’t mean you don’t write with new people. Having favorites doesn’t make you less of a person. Having favorites doesn’t mean you don’t value all your partners.

The fact is, having a favorite is natural. Favorites among the writing community comes with age, knowing someone OOC, writing with someone for years, or simply having a natural chemistry with someone’s writing style.

These favorites are invaluable because they challenge you. They strive to make you write deeper, write more, write intensely and wonderfully. Favorites aren’t a bad thing and I feel like people have come to see that you have to treat each and everyone one equally. But that’s a misinterpretation. Just because you have a favorite doesn’t mean anyone is less or more than the others. Its just means you have a solid connection that makes it easier to write.

Favorites help create muse. Favorites help improve your writing. Favorites help strive to write with others. Favorites bring you new friends.

Don’t let anyone convince you that a favorite is a bad thing. I have several favorites, but I never forget my other writers. The thing is, don’t forget about everyone you write with. But you should never feel guilty for writing with your favorites either. You do what is best for you, and if that is writing with your favorites for a few days only to improve your muse then go for it! 

WRITE WITH WHOEVER YOU WANT! WRITE WITH THOSE YOU LOVE! WRITE WHAT YOU LOVE MOST!

Basically, you write what you want to write, when you want to write it, with who you want to write it.

   Embrace your Favorites, they are your greek muses.

[legendbcrn]

samenkomen‌:

john    knows    that    too.              that    she’s    a    demon.                 &       he    had    honestly    thought    about    ending    it    right    there.               upon    his    doorstep.                   stopping    her    from    giving    birth    to    this    unpredictable    spawn    that    threatened    both    of    their    lives.                 ridding    him    of    all    problems    before    they    even    started.             but    he    also    knew    that    she   was    not    the    same    as    other    demons.               trusted    her    in    the    past   with    matters    of    life         &         death     whilst   always    walking    away    with    his.                 so    he    didn’t.                     he    helped    her.                but    for    what     ?                to    have    his    daughter    just    at    arms   reach    until   she    decides    to    get    the    hell    out    of    dodge   ?                “why    do    you    think    you’re    still    alive    ?”                  blunt         ,          yes…                 though    he    was    never    anything    less.                   “you’re    stronger    than    what    you    are.               you    just    don’t    want    to    be.        &        if    i    thought    you    were    going    to    hurt    our    daughter…             let’s    just    say    i    would    never    have    brought   you    here.”

     dark hues observe the man before her, teeth biting at her lip upon his words. ellie supposes he makes a proper point. why else was she still alive when keeping company with los angeles’ resident demon deporter? there had been plenty of times he could have killed her, maybe even come close to-- she’d be stupid not to have held some level of wariness, or to have fully trusted him always-- but he hadn’t. in fact, he’d trusted her more than once to come through for him. and he had come through for her. he’d found her this place-- even if it wasn’t any form of five-star accommodation-- and he had shielded her from hell, kept her safe so she could have lily, and was keeping lily safe now. the half-breed could see the adoration in his gaze when he looked upon the child. their child. she wasn’t just demon spawn to him. lily would be safe no matter what happened. and that’s when it strikes her that maybe she could do this. because ellie cared more about that fact than even if she would be around ten years down the line. her child would always be safe. or at least as safe as john could ensure. ellie might never be able to fully trust him in respect to herself-- and the fact she did more than she wanted to admit could still spell her downfall one day-- but she could with lily. “okay..” a breath is taken, then expelled. “...craddle your arms. make sure your elbow is higher for her head.” words emit as she moves closer to him, begins to place the child in his arms. it’s the first time she’s letting him properly hold her aside from just after the birth. it was a start. “please just-- stay here, in the house.” a pause. “at least for now, okay?”

[legendbcrn]

❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜ (Gaby)

     hues dart toward the voice, arm still locked around what the american’s might classify as a goon given the man’s obvious lack of training. was she in some kind of trouble? not immediately, as far as the agent was concerned. in the longer term, however, well, she obviously was on someone’s hit list– someone who clearly hadn’t thought through the hired help. still, it was not entirely out of the realm of probability for an intelligence agent to be a target, was it not? 

     “illya.” she states his name in surprise– though she suspected his presence should not surprise her anymore– a beat passing before the woman continues. “i suppose that would depend upon how you define trouble. this one tried to kill me.” she states, releasing her hold as his only direction of escape was toward the other man who she was fairly certain wouldn’t allow him to pass.

[clairebrownedaily]

NEW || Still from 2.07 “Hubert”

[legendbcrn]

sorry if i’m a little sporadic with activity over the next few days (and have been lately). i haven’t been feeling very well and am presently recovering from a dog bite which has caused me not to be able to move part of my hand and the pain meds make it a little hard to focus. i’m still on discord and going to try to do some replies (especially my older drafts) but it might be slower than usual and shorter threads will be favored until i’m more recovered. 

[legendbcrn]

sorry if i’m a little sporadic with activity over the next few days (and have been lately). i haven’t been feeling very well and am presently recovering from a dog bite which has caused me not to be able to move part of my hand and the pain meds make it a little hard to focus. i’m still on discord and going to try to do some replies (especially my older drafts) but it might be slower than usual and shorter threads will be favored until i’m more recovered. 

[mine-uc]

Sam & Sully’s adventure

They’re asking Mr. Uncharted to give them any advice. But now he is…

[some-heroes-are-real-blog]

[ashesofdestiny]

Vorrei.

[legendbcrn]

@skeletcnkey

[legendbcrn]

waywardfeathered‌:

                       “i am more embarrassed than i am hurt.”

“It takes some real talent to pull off what you just did.”

[legendbcrn]

samenkomen‌:

he    sits    upon    the    armrest                  of    a    ratty    old    chair.                     fingers    resting    calmly   upon    his    lap    as    teeth    idly    grind    a    piece    of    nicotine    flavoured    gum.               it    was    worth    a    shot.                simply    wishing    for    some    alone    time    with    his    daughter    ,   in    truth.              a    moment    to    speak    with    her    perhaps    ?                  despite    how    entirely    ridiculous    that    sounds.              a    sneaking    suspicion    creeping    up    his    spine    in    the    past     days.                  she    was    keeping    her    from    him.                   to    whatever    extent    she   could    anyway.                (        or    that’s    how    it    felt        ).                  always    cradling    her    tight           &            giving    him    zero    alone    time    with    the    small               ,                babbling    creature.              “i    know    what    you’re   thinking.”                    he    tells    her.                       “but    why    ?           after    all    this    ?”                        brows    are    narrowed    as    john    regards    her.                          for         he         had    no    choice    but    to   trust    her    when    absent.             had    to    leave    her.            &    he    had     no    guarantee    that     she    wouldn’t    simply    flee    now    that    the    child    is    protected.     

    dark hues move back toward her daughter, expression both pained and loving. oh, this was the beginning of something. something ellie wasn’t entirely sure she was capable of. after all, the only thing her mother had been good for was spawning her and tossing her to her father until she was ready to drag her to hell to become something more. how the fuck was she supposed to know what to do with this little bundle in her arms? “because i’m a demon, john.” the answer is stated matter-of-factly, simply. as if it’s the most obvious reasoning in the world. except, it’s not. it reeks of her own vulnerability and self-doubt. this kid was part demon, sure, but what if john thought she shouldn’t be raised by a half-breed? shouldn’t be raised by a woman who seemed to walk a line between heaven and hell? between care and taunting? between the preservation of life and taking it? she meets his gaze, almost fearful of his answer because it could confirm her own worry. “maybe you think i can’t also be a mother.” maybe she fears she can’t also be a mother. 

[amirwilson-deactivated20201125]

[legendbcrn]

DRABBLE 001; LILY’S RETURN ft @samenkomen

      recognition, at last, as fingers release her father, tears falling. relief, love, determination, anger all is echoed within her gaze– she’d become a maelstrom of emotions all at once. a hurricane that was about to hit shore, warning sirens failing to warn the demon behind her.  “YOU SΣΣ, BALTHAZAЯ, THAT’S WHΣЯΣ YOU MAÐΣ YOUЯ MISTAKΣ.” voice emits, low, almost a hiss as the dark-haired girl– so much the embodiment of both her parents– begins to turn from her father to her true enemy. “I MIGHT HAVΣ ÐΣMON IN MΣ, BUT, I’M STILL MY FATHΣЯ’S ÐAUGHTΣЯ.”

     he’d thought he could turn her against her parents-- had forced her to be for a time. he’d believed she’d never break from his dark influence, but balthazar had underestimated the bonds of love that bound families together, the bonds that had kept her moving forward at the darkest of times– perhaps he couldn’t comprehend it. it didn’t matter how long they’d been separated or the hell she had lived at the mercy of a hellscape. it didn’t even matter how her demonic side now displayed itself. lily, at her core, was still the little girl who tugged on her father’s sleeve and said she wanted to grow up to be just like him– to help people, not hurt people.

     movements blurred, her attack upon the demon more frenzied than it ever had been against the other man in the room. she’d become a category ten– if such a thing existed. hell if she knew in the moment. lily had gotten a few good hits in too, blood now dripping from the demon’s face after she’d scratched across it. perhaps that’s why she hadn’t seen it coming. hadn’t even considered that he’d let her attack land so she would be distracted enough for him to stab her with his free hand. lips part in a gasp. shock. confusion. blood escapes from wound and mouth, sudden steps taken backward as gaze moves from the laughing demon to her father. “i’m sorry... daddy.” is all that escapes, muffled, fearful, and pained. this wasn’t fair.

                                               s h e   f a l l s .

               *non rp blogs or those not involved in storyline do not reblog 

[perrfectly]

“I wish I didn’t care about anything. But I do care. I care about everything too much.”

— Palo Alto (2013)

[legendbcrn]

@samenkomen | for john in canon divergent verse

     arms are held firmly, cradling a small bundle protectively as dark hues meet the man across the room. he was out of his god damn mind was what he was. “it’s honestly amusing that you think i’m going to sit here twiddling my thumbs all day while you take lily god knows where.” on what planet did he think that was going to happen? especially after only a week had passed since her birth-- an experience ellie has absolutely no interest in revisiting anytime soon or, ever. the child might be his daughter but that didn’t mean she was going to let her out of her sight with him. what her and john were was.. complicated, and a part of her wanted to trust him-- had trusted him with their lives-- but, the fact remained that she was a half-breed and he was who he was. how was she supposed to be sure he wouldn’t walk out with the kid and never come back? maybe she was paranoid, after all, he had shielded her from hell’s view. he had protected them. she still wasn’t changing her mind though. “where she goes, i go. period.”

[bbhateblog-deactivated20230107]

If voting didn’t matter, Republicans wouldn’t be trying so hard to suppress votes. Tuesday November 6th is a day to exercise the most power you have as a citizen.