[lethalghosts]

independent and selective multimuse haunted by r. 

rules.

muses.

memes ( always accepting ).

[femmeraege]

lethalghosts asked: [EAT] Sender brings receiver food while they're focused on another task

janis did this a lot, more than she should, really. she'd start a new project, and suddenly hours had passed. she realized it as soon as the opening of the art room door snapped her out of her trance, and she swore loudly. assuming it was cady, coming to find her since they'd had plans--all of them, cady, janis, regina, gretchen, and karen--janis had an apology ready on her tongue. actually, it would be perfectly understandable for janis to have missed that. but she was supposed to be trying, to give the ex-plastics a second chance.

"god, cady, i suck--"

"regina? i mean, regina, hey." she smiled tightly, the confusion not entirely leaving her features. if anything, her confusion deepened as she saw the fast food bag. "you brought me food? i... thanks. don't tell me, you crushed a kalteen bar in it. i'm joking! but honestly, i wouldn't blame you. oh! don't look at that, it's not done yet!"

[lethalghosts]

there was a minute before janis noticed she was there that left regina standing in the doorway just taking janis in. janis hadn't been into art like this -- all-consuming, totally missing plans, casually covered in paint kind of way -- when they were friends and once they were enemies regina had been quick to declare the art room non grata. she knew where it was, obviously, but only as somewhere to avoid. even in desperate circumstances, plastics did not use the art room as a make out spot, no matter how empty and tempting it might have appeared to be. not that she was thinking about janis and the art room and making out.

regina pushed the door open with a finger and stepped in with the careful footing of someone who was worried about paint jumping off surfaces and onto her clothes. even this new version of regina, whoever she was supposed to be, was decidedly not an art freak. she'd railed so hard against a simple collage that her therapist had swerved wildly in the other direction and was pushing her to try out for a sports team. that she could work with.

her nose wrinkled at being called cady but her expression shifted into one of smug satisfaction at catching janis off-guard. "hey. i actually thought the whole kalteen bar thing was overdone, so it's just chinese. the msg will take a while to kill you." she held out the tied plastic bag for janis to take and ignored her protests about looking at the canvas. "this is why you missed holding hands and singing kumbaya?" it was less accusatory and more curious. after all, regina being here meant she was also missing out on their plans.

[lethalghosts]

being hit by a bus had taken a number of things from her: the final months of her junior year, heels, crossing the street without her heart rate spiking.

regina didn't want to let it take her love for the mall.

when the spinal halo had come off and her physical therapist cleared her for activities outside the house, regina's instinct was to seek solace in familiar, temperature controlled jungle. to be seen by people. but it was going to be weird without gretchen and karen. basically since they'd become friends, if one of them had to miss a shopping trip, pictures had to be sent to them for approval. outfits for important events? put on hold until they could all see it in person. she'd spent so long with her own made up rules that part of her craved an opinion. even just so she could ignore it.

so she had dragged shane along, but by the second store he'd become so annoying that she'd sent him to the food court in hopes he would get lost there. leaving regina alone in a dressing room, scrutinizing herself in the mirror. she wasn't indecisive-- if anything, her ability to make choices for everyone was why she'd been the queen of the plastics. but there was no one more critical of her than herself when she was alone with a mirror.

when she couldn't take it anymore, she scooped up everything that had looked remotely good on her, dumped it on a counter for someone to hold, and stalked out. they'd been working on her rage in therapy and she tried to remember that basically every bad thing that had happened in her life, like, ever was because of people's perceptions of her or something. but then, what was so wrong with wanting people to tell you that you're pretty?

the scents of a thousand soaps hit her and regina is suddenly aware of where she is in the mall. how many times had she walked by pretending like she didn't know janis worked there and wanting janis to notice?

she made another decision.

"can i borrow you for like, five minutes?"

@femmeraege

[lethalghosts]

coincount​:

on a scale of 1-10, how scared were you that i was gonna die? / @lethalghosts​.

oh, that is a shit-eating grin if she ever saw one.   it’s right on cue. ellie returns, a little worse for wear, caked in dirt and grit that sneaks under fingernails and never quite gets scraped out with the tip of any knife or brush that any of them can ever find. there’s a new scratch across her arm that carefully avoids the ink trailing up the limb — looks a little deep, a little coarse, but all in all, ellie looks fine. positively… unscathed.

(thank fuck for that. she won’t admit it — now, or ever — but when the light cracked through the door and two mile-weathered converse came bouncing through, there was a heavy sigh of relief in and amongst the dark. it’s a different game out here, so far from camp, so far from anything that isn’t threatening to take a bite out of you every time you turn. the weather’s changing for the worse, and there’s a heavy chill in the air that makes her reach for one of the tac blankets from the nearest duffle bag.)

     “— well, actually, i thought i finally got rid of you. you missed my celebration.”      she hands a blanket over, and reaches out for the newly-lacerated arm that’s now dried a river of dark red down her forearm. fucking chainlink fences. (the touch is gentle. cautious. she twists the arm as though anything her dad taught her sunk in further than aim for the head and the pad of her thumb brushes against the lip of the wound.)

     “— just don’t do anything that stupid next time, okay? you hurt anywhere else?”

“oh fuck you,” ellie’s mock offended, the smile staying on her face. she’d thought the cut was the worst of it and then abby kneecaps her as soon as she comes in the door. figures. everything about abby is a challenge and ellie concedes the point to a worthy opponent, a clear sign she’s off her game. as she plunks into a seat and holds her arm out for inspection she can feel the adrenaline of the outing but her very bones are weary. 

even the gentle twist of the arm and the light probing are enough to make ellie feel the hurt; it’s a lifetime of the goddamn apocalypse they live in that keeps her from jumping or even wincing, really, at the sting of it.”if i say yes are you going to manhandle that part of me too?” manhandle. ellie has seen abby’s body do its work— there’s a visceral recall of the sound of a clicker’s neck snapping under the strain of abby’s muscles— she’s being treated like a baby bird in comparison. “it wasn’t stupid.” she has to protest and then after a beat that fills her with the tiniest bit of guilt like the first few drops in water torture, “i rolled my ankle a little on the way down. it’s not bad.”

[lethalghosts]

lgbtcorp​:

        “oh please, if i let every assassination attempt stop me from doing things, i’d never get anything done.”      it’s become a norm in her life. lex hounds her from every possible corner — prison, if you’d believe it — and active competitors are threatened by a CEO in a skirt and the will to get shit done. having supergirl there is a precaution, but not a necessity — if anything, she’d prefer to just talk without the facade of galas and overpriced drinks getting in the way.

(straight-backed, tight-jawed — there’s a smile that doesn’t sit right to her eyes when she talks to whichever forty-something man desperate to make it onto the forbes 50 under 50, and with the right chat, they presume that’s possible. there are wandering hands that sit just below her waistline for pictures, and a fake-laugh inducing sleazy comment that sits below the belt.)

“lena.” she repeats it like they’re old friends — like she knows anything more than supergirl standing before her. it’s different when one’s a superhero, she imagines, but it doesn’t change her stance. she’s going to stand right there and squeeze these heavy-handed bastards for every cent before the night’s over. there are worthy causes that need it.

            “thank you for coming, supergirl. i really do appreciate it. but i’m not going anywhere any time soon. you should stick around – i’ve heard the shrimp are to die for.”

the voice in her head that sounds a lot like alex’s says lena is being stubborn. alex said the same thing about kara focusing her energy on “being lena luthor’s guard dog”, torn as her sister was between mistrust and duty. kara doesn’t have the same reservations. she knows what it’s like to be underestimated, the way the men in the room are underestimating lena now. not that long ago she’d been fighting alex just for a chance to embrace the parts of herself she’d been hiding for so long. and she wasn’t sure she’d ever entirely forgive cat grant for branding her supergirl when she might have been superwoman.

lena deserves to have her superwoman moment. this... might not be it, kara notes, x-raying the next sweaty-palmed man hoping for lena’s attention, but lena clearly thought this was important. as flippant as she was trying to be, everything kara knew about lena suggested that she was smarter than risking her life without reason. so kara was trusting her— or trying to trust her in the face of knowing lena was very much human and therefore all too easily... unalived.

this couldn’t go sideways.

“i think i will stick around.” she thinks she’s going to come off sounding like a cop when she says it and that’s... ew, but it comes out more relaxed than expected. the promise of shrimp must be to blame for negotiating the disapproval out of her voice. “someone has to take keeping you safe seriously.”

[lethalghosts]

@lgbtcorp

“i’m starting to think nothing fazes you.” supergirl intones just loud enough for the sound of her voice to carry to lena’s ear but not beyond. she’s standing where she has been since lena insisted the event proceed: at lena’s elbow, arms crossed over the symbol on her chest. supergirl is an approachable superhero by design and by nature but approachable is the last thing she wants to be after foiling another attempt on lena luthor’s life. the crossed arms make her look larger, more intimidating, and angling her body towards lena’s gives them a moment’s berth from handshakes and small talk. there’s a slight but honest awe in the way she says it; lena’s determination is admirable and it’s impressive the way she settles into character to present strength. kara knows a little about that herself. 

there’s a part of her that worries, though. that part of her made a pretty strong argument for lena to call the event off. that part agreed instead to being lena’s bodyguard while she rubbed elbows with a surprising amount of faces and names kara knew from her time as cat’s assistant— important people in national city. there wasn’t much arm twisting involved so kara felt the need to make up for it now by “prioritizing lena’s safety”— an operation that currently consisted of trying to get to the bottom of when lena planned to leave the party. “but we should really get out of here, ms. luthor—” a beat while she remembers, “lena,” she corrects. 

[foretelled]

DND 5e SKILLS STARTERS !             send my muse an ABILITY CHECK for a starter revolving around that skill, with the outcome determined by a d20    ——    (   dice roll generator !  )      

athletics

acrobatics

animal handling

arcana

deception

history

 insight

 intimidation

investigation

medicine

nature

perception

performance

persuasion

religion

sleight of hand

stealth

survival

[widaugast]

    THANK YOU.         WHAT? FOR WHAT?     YOU KNOW…. FOR MAKING A DIFFERENCE, FOR BEING MY FRIEND, FOR BEING PATIENT.  FOR WALKING INTO THE LION’S DEN WITH ME, EXPOSITOR LIONETT.         IT’S WHERE I BELONG.

            ind. caleb widogast & beauregard lionett of critical role, campaign two.  crafted in the lion’s den by dean & r. (art)

[gay-irl]

gay😳irl

[lethalghosts]

violentiae​:

             heart almost skips a beat as she approaches beauregard, finding the feeling both odd and comforting at the same time. it’d been a while, romance hadn’t been part of her life, not even an afterthought, since… zuala. but moving is healthy, and beau, beau is good. beau is warm. 

               ❝ beau, ❞ she announces her presence with the girl’s name, not that her heavy footfalls couldn’t be easily heard. with one hand behind her back, yasha tells her,  ❝ i brought you something, ❞ and promptly produces a bouquet of assorted flowers she collected over time ( and with caleb’s magical help kept alive ). 

yasha says her name and beau’s body responds by immediately breaking out into a nervous sweat. it doesn’t take more than that for yasha to get her attention— she always has it, pinging in beau’s peripheral whenever she’s in her orbit. 

beau’s first thought when she lays eyes on the flowers is of zuala. and then she’s drowning in the enormity of the meaning in the gesture. it’s not an afterthought, either, that this is the first time someone has given her flowers. (or that she didn’t think she wanted them until yasha presented them to her). 

her tongue is nearly indistinguishable from sandpaper, but it doesn’t matter since she can’t seem to get a coherent response out anyway. “that’s—wow— they’re... dope.” smooth. 

[lethalghosts]

violentiae​:

            ❝ remember what i said about carnival people and issues ? i think that rings doubly true for this whole adventuring thing. you don’t set off to kill monsters unless you’re at least a little fucked up. ❞

she hates that molly has a point. denying the truth in it would just be beau being contrary... but she’s never had a problem with that before. the phrase ‘you’re right’ leaves a bad taste in her mouth. in the end, she lands on some sort of middle ground— “so what does it say about you that you chose both?”

[ayliffe]

ultimately i think we all want someone who will tenderly wipe the blood off our face

[bunnieresources]

gone girl screenplay sentence starters.

“ what have we done to each other? “

“ if you don’t talk, i’ll fill silence with: an excruciating story by ____. “

“ i’m so crazy, stupid happy. i met a boy. “

“ i prefer men who are funny, not ‘funny’. “

“ so tell me, ____. who are you? “

“ you know i have to kiss you now. “

“ i’m not someone who hits the panic button but—it’s weird, right? “

“ perfect, time for a quick tour of my failings. “

“ i love having strangers pick at my scabs. “

“ you surprise me. you challenge me. “

“ i go there for the quiet. “

“ everyone told me—and told me and told me—marriage is hard work. “

“ sometimes i want to punch us in the face we’re so cute. “

“ i feel sick. it’s just so bizarre. this is exactly the kind of thing that would happen to ____. “

“ i’ve sworn to never be one those wives. i think i’ve done a good job. “

“ let’s swear we will never be like them. “

“ we have each-other—everything else is background noise. “

“ ____, i don’t get it. it’s like you’re daring me to be someone i don’t want to be. “

“ that’s very sweet of you and very unnecessary. “

“ everyone is studying me, everyone is projecting their bullshit onto me. “

“ i’m going to go benadryl myself to sleep. “

“ you’re happy to be home, but i don’t know if you’re happy i’m with you. “

“ i feel like something you loaded by mistake. something to be jettisoned if necessary. something disposable. “

“ i feel like i could disappear. “

“ can you at least say you love me? “

“ i love you. but, sweetheart, we have to be real careful right now. “

“ i don’t want to fight. i just want to be with you. that’s all. “

“ i went from desperate to pathetic. i became someone i don’t even like. “

“ you’re really just going to walk out now? you are such a coward. “

“ we can’t go on like this. i won’t. “

“ promise me we’ll talk every day from now on. no matter what. “

“ you’ve been lying to me for over a year. “

“ i was so scared for you before. now… i’m fucking petrified. “

“ for valentine’s day, i thought i’d buy a gun. that’s how crazy i’ve become. “

“iI’d have to tell them the truth. and i don’t even know if i believe the truth. “

“ can i really think ____ would hurt me? i’m being paranoid. crazy. “

“ you have to fucking talk to me! “

“ i just don’t believe you anymore. “

“ ____, why have you kept this stuff? it’s like a little box of hate. “

“ i’m not going to be scared anymore. “

“ i’m so much happier now that i’m dead. “

“ you took my pride and my dignity and my hope and my money. you took and took from me until i no longer existed. that’s murder. “

“ you loved a girl i was pretending to be. “

“ i will admit: for someone who likes to win, it’s tempting to be the girl every guy wants. “

“ i made you smarter, sharper. i inspired you to rise to my level. i forged the man of my dreams. “

“ we were happy pretending to be other people. we were the happiest couple i knew. “

“ you actually expected me to love you unconditionally. “

“ you think i would let you/____ destroy me and end up happier than ever? no fucking way. you/____ doesn’t get to win. “

“ you need to learn. grown-ups work for things. grown-ups pay. grown-ups suffer consequences. “

“ i don’t know how decent i feel. “

“ that’s the most disgusting thing i’ve ever heard. “

“ sure i believe you! it’s just the craziest thing i’ve ever heard. “

“ you’re reading it again? you know how it ends. “

“ ever heard that phrase, ____: the simplest answer is often correct? “

“ knowing you were out there was the only thing that’s kept me going these past few years. “

“ why are you so good to me? “

“ why is it that when i need someone to save me, i always think of you? “

“ come. you’re staring at ghosts. “

“ ____ brings out the best in me. “

“ you are so good to me. and i am so exhausted. “

“ i’m so happy you’re here. and i don’t want you to worry for one moment. “

“ you’ll be very safe. i won’t let you get away again. “

“ you scared me. don’t do that. i need to feel safe. “

“ come home, ____. i dare you. “

“ stay with me. i don’t want you to go away/ “

“ you fucking bitch. “

“ stop pretending. “

“ i’m not pretending. you were perfect. “

“ you’re a murderer, ____. “

“ i’m a fighter. i fought my way back to you. “

“ you begged for me to save your life on national tv. and i obliged. “

“ if two people love each-other and can’t make it work, that’s the real tragedy. “

“ remember: don’t turn your back. “

“ i’d never hurt you. i do need you to participate though. that’s fair, right? “

“ you can’t make me raise a child with you, ____. i don’t love you. “

“ we are toxic. we complete each-other in the sickest possible way. “

“ you think you could ever be happy with a nice, normal woman? no, * baby. i’m it. i complete you. i’m the only one who can. “

“ i’ve killed for you. “

“ you’re breaking my heart. “

“ i was with you before you were even born. “

“ what are you thinking? how are you feeling? what have we done to each other? what will we do? “

[lethalghosts]

mercuriql​:

‘          i  think  it’s  exactly  as  bad  as  it  is  in  my  head  .          ’          the  corners  of  her  mouth  will  lift  up  in  (  an  attempt  at  )  a  smile  ,  but  she’s  not  really  joking  .  she’s  done  the  math  over  and  over  ,  knows  the  score  they  need  to  qualify  ,  to  podium  ,  to  win  gold  .  she’s  already  scrutinized  her  every  mistake  ,  calculating  potential  deductions  in  her  head  .  she  doesn’t  want  to  let  him  down  ,  she  can’t  let  him  down  ,  kat  will  think  to  herself  as  they  sit  there  in  the  kiss  &  cry  ,  hands  entwined  ,  waiting  for  their  scores  .  

he’s not a religious guy. not unless figure skating is a religion now. but there’s a certain amount of faith that comes with skating. at some point you have to trust that the endless hours of practice—jump after jump, spin after spin, lift after lift— have ingrained the movements into your body. trust in your partner, and that you’ve both left it all on the ice when it mattered. justin knows that kat has the ability trust in her somewhere... the sting of everything is still fresh. keeping such a big part of herself from him... (the anger at himself for not seeing the signs... or not listening to his instincts). but they have something, as a pair.

justin’s spent as much time looking at kat as the scoreboard. she’s practically vibrating with anxiety. and justin? well, his heart is racing but he feels... calm. sure. clear. they can win. they can win together. kat’s crushing his fingers but he just runs a thumb over the back of her hand. “nothing is as bad as it is in your head, kat.” it makes him sound like a boyfriend who’s been suffering a lot longer than he has. “we got this.”

[sixpenceee]

Snow flakes falls softly into crystal clear water. Beautiful. Source                          

[m0rket]

I love them…/crying/

[lethalghosts]

@wolfkiss / eivor & randvi.  YEARNING MEME / are you… jealous?

she’s beginning to feel like a prisoner of the longhouse. they all have their parts to play in the success of ravensthorpe, but it seems only her part involves being shackled to a table. she tries not to think of it that way. with sigurd and eivor away forging alliances, the day to day management of the settlement falls to her. but they have not grown so large in such a short time that the demands on her include more than settling the occasional dispute. she tells herself it’s sigurd’s will she executes, her husband and her jarl, but she wonders if that’s the truth. if she knows him well enough to be able to say one way or the other. randvi knows every one of the villagers by name, knows their feuds, their squabbles. her hand is in the stream that feeds the life of ravensthorpe and she can feel which way the current carries.

and it’s not sigurd she shares this information with. the notes she leaves are for eivor. every piece of potentially useful information gathered by her scouts made from her lips to eivor’s ear, even with the knowledge that it would carry eivor away again. to forge another alliance. (she wonders exactly how many alliances eivor has forged). she was not so naive, so stupid as to want the wolf-kissed bound to ravensthorpe as she was. eivor had a warrior’s heart, and randvi’s duty was to advise. but there was a part of her that she bound as tightly as odin had bound fenrir that wanted to go with her. 

“the skalds sing of your adventures, your glory, eivor, and you act as if i have nothing to be jealous of.”

her binding, perhaps, is not as sturdy as gleipnir.