Human After All

yes but the answers are given angerly

#ooc #giles

"You look like you're about to knock on my door as ask if I've heard the good word," she sniped back as a smirk spread across her face, "These people with their fuckin. Button ups all the way to the collar. Can't wait to get back into a sweater after this."

Someone could argue that most of her turtlenecks where just as covering, but there was something about the tightness and stiffness of the clothing and its material that she did not care for. She tugged at her sleeve again, trying to stretch the material a little. "Well, as long as we stay together we should be fine til the end of the night. Then we can do some stuff your dad hates."

rufus scrunches up his nose and stares at steph with some level of offence. he's definitely been insulted and he doesn't know how to feel about it. maybe that's why there's a small pout on his face.

"maybe i'll unbutton all the way down to my collarbone." rufus huffs, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. it was uncomfortable, she had a point. he sighs and stands up.

"lets go get a drink."

#steph #rufus #whitexdove #steph grew up a poor foster kid she wants to start biting these rich people #as a treat

"Oh yeah, get real slutty with it. Unbutton your cuffs and role up your sleeves," Steph smirked as she continued to tease, "Hell, show some ankle. That'll get these Victorian prudes gasping."

The teasing had become more targeted at the company surrounding them than at Rufus. She undid her top button, letting out a sigh of relief.

Surely she could get away with little things that Rufus generally couldn't. And if he followed her lead, maybe he'll be excused on account of her 'bad influence'.

"Yes, lets. Something that isn't a rich snob type drink."

@magicmonstersandmischief cont from X

Ashivon was patient with him, knowing too well the effect of grief and trauma. They saw the poor man's eyes grow distant as his mind began to work itself inward, taking him far away away from here.

She was just about to place a gentle, grounding hand on his forearm, but pulled it back as he seemed to come back on his own. The relief was momentary, quickly cut by Archer's dazed insistence and sudden movement.

"You may thank me by not injuring yourself further," they spoke firmly, "Bodily ales aside, your mind is deeply shaken by this, as anyone's would be. There is nothing you should be doing."

~

Archer reflexively winced in pain, though he did not feel any. His hand pressed to his side, trying to find the spot of blood but there was none. His lips pulled into a tight line as he listened to the strangers words. This wound was either hidden or, as they said, mental.

He glanced up at them, then back down to the floor. Then to the very crowded scene of paramedics and rescue.

He felt his core spin as he held his breath. A hand to his face as he exhaled. "I should just... sit here." He stated, or asked, his inflection warbled between the two. Both hands wrapped around the cup of ice water Ashivon had given him.

"Sorry. Thank you for... talking to me." Deeply shaken was right. He certainly felt rattled but wasn't sure how long it would take for those jitters to calm.

#ash #ashivon #archerwhiterp #archer #hell yeah!!

Her gaze tracked to where the pain came from, but found nothing. The man was obviously tender, but it was difficult to tell if the source was mental or physical so soon after an event such as this.

They caught his eyes shift towards the busy scene behind them, gently trying to pull his focus away from it as she spoke.

"Resting a while is good," Ash commented on his desire to remain sitting, shaking her head at his apology.

"There is nothing you've done that requires forgiving," her voice grew ever softer, "May I take a closer look at you? I would hate to have missed something."

The boy was practiced in his poker face- stern and unflinching, but Ash's long life of experience and attention to such things could see the faintest signs of anxiety. "Do you fully accept such things as they are told to you by those that bind you, or have you simply given up?"

rufus rolls his eyes and shakes his head at the other. it was easy to put up the walls and act unbothered, annoyed. it seemed -- anything to put up a guard.

"is it any of your business?" rufus counters, though its a weak argument. of course he's resigned to the way things are now.

#ash #ashivon #rufus #whitexdove

"You underestimate the reach of the position you are being groomed for," a small frown, glancing up and down at him as if looking for a crack in a wall.

"Or at least you pretend to."

They chewed on tone and attitude, seeming to be considering something. She settled on just locking her gaze on him.

"Its everyone's business."

“It doesn’t have anything to do with trust. You don’t have to tell me. But I’ll listen, if you do.” - for anyone you want I guess? Random first meetings?

"I don't. Want to talk about it," Steph glanced away with a huff, but took Archer's offered hand to help her stand from the ball she'd curled up in. "We can talk about literally anything else, though," she tugged at her own sleeves, "Can we get outta here?"

@magicmonstersandmischief

He held steady and firm as she pulled herself to stand. Working as an anchor to solid ground with what he attempted as a neutral expression. However it verged on one of sympathy no matter what he did.

"Of course. There's a little shop around the corner. Lets get you a- uh...-" He paused and sighed. "Something." A distraction would work well enough.

#steph #archer #archerwhiterp

"Sounds..." nothing sounded good really, but this was bound to be an improvement, "Fine."

Her hand came away from him, her thumb finding the palm of her hand and rub it in circle. "Coffee, maybe. Or soda."

mcflymemes

PROMPTS FOR ORDINARY THINGS THAT FEEL INTIMATE * inspired by this post. these don't have to be romantic - you can specify romantic or not when you send them. in essence, these are simply intimate, affectionate moments to share with someone you love and care about. adjust as necessary, send 'reverse' for the reversal of the prompt

[ lean ] sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder

[ shop ] sender and receiver go to the grocery store together

[ brush ] sender brushes receiver's hair

[ tie ] sender helps receiver with their tie, either by putting it on or adjusting it

[ necklace ] sender helps receiver with the clasp of their necklace from behind

[ zip up ] sender assists receiver with zipping up a piece of clothing

[ unzip ] sender assists receiver with unzipping a piece of clothing

[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces

[ swipe ] sender notices a smudge of something on receiver's face and gently wipes it off

[ braid ] sender braids receiver's hair

[ jacket ] sender takes their jacket off and hangs it on receiver's shoulders

[ puddle ] sender hurries to stop receiver from stepping into a puddle

[ drinks ] sender brings receiver a drink from a bar/their kitchen

[ feed ] sender feeds receiver's pet/s for them

[ cook ] sender and receiver cook a meal together

[ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste

[ teach ] sender, an expert at something, takes time to teach receiver how it works and how they can get better at it, too

[ readjust ] sender comes up behind receiver and readjusts their stance (maybe holding a gun, holding a golf club, aiming for something, etc.) to help them

[ makeup ] sender fixes receiver's makeup for them

[ bathroom ] sender and receiver go to a public restroom together and have a normal conversation in between the stalls

[ aloud ] sender reads aloud to receiver

[ refill ] sender refills receiver's glass without asking

[ massage ] sender notices receiver looks tense, steps up behind them, and massages their shoulders

[ listen ] sender listens to receiver explain something they're passionate about

[ silence ] sender and receiver comfortably exist in silence together, both of them working or reading or focusing on something different

[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house

[ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing

[ see ] sender sees something that reminds them of receiver and texts them a picture of it

[ admire ] sender stares at receiver across a room, silently admiring and appreciating them from afar

[ win ] sender lets receiver beat them in a game

[ puzzle ] sender helps receiver solve/put together a puzzle

[ carry ] after receiver falls asleep in an inconvenient place, sender carries them to a bed and tucks them in

[ kneel ] sender finds receiver sick in the bathroom ("tossing their cookies"), and kneels beside them, holding their hair back and cleaning their face

[ clean ] sender helps bathe receiver

[ wash ] sender helps receiver wash their hair

[ patch ] sender carefully patches one of receiver's wounds

#ask memes

"I'm just sayin, count your blessings. Instead of one casper you could be dealing with his whole gaggle of shitty uncles and the council of haunting." She wasn't exaggerating about the possibility of increasing numbers of ghost, but was definitely stretching things for comedic affect at this point. "Next thing you know, you can't even shit in your own house without some powdery bitch making eyes at your hot corporeal bod."

moldbreakcr

reno can't help the small laugh, or the way he rolls his eyes at her words. she did have a point. not that he wanted to admit to her being right -- a ghost terrorising him is still a fucking ghost terrorising him.

a sigh.

"that's how it already feels, yo. i don't have any peace from the fuckin ghosts. it's so annoyin'." he laughs. "someday i'll have peace. maybe."

#steph #reno #moldbreakcr

She knew she was right, and knew him enough to know he knew too. She took on an air of ambient smugness, not letting that energy lowering sigh of his spoil it.

"Sounds like there's only one sane way out of this: We have to kill god and cancel the afterlife."

"You're telling me," she sipped her drink and made sour face, fidgeting with pin on the lapel of her blazer. "Second I look like I'm free for fresh conversation someone thinks its time to approach me with some horseshit deal," she snorted in frustration, glancing at the company that surrounded them.

"When can we dip, do you think?"

rufus looks over at steph, unable to stop himself from snickering at her appearance. they both looked ridiculous, he realizes. they're both a little too dressed up, and for what?

"you look like you're about to sell me something." rufus mutters, his lips twitched into a smirk. he appreciated the effort she made for this, though.

"i don't know. my father is still glancing over at us so i'm gonna guess we're stuck here for a bit longer."

#steph #rufus #whitexdove

"You look like you're about to knock on my door as ask if I've heard the good word," she sniped back as a smirk spread across her face, "These people with their fuckin. Button ups all the way to the collar. Can't wait to get back into a sweater after this."

Someone could argue that most of her turtlenecks where just as covering, but there was something about the tightness and stiffness of the clothing and its material that she did not care for. She tugged at her sleeve again, trying to stretch the material a little. "Well, as long as we stay together we should be fine til the end of the night. Then we can do some stuff your dad hates."

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"Not at all, technically speaking." they rumbled, eyebrow raising with interest at the young man's cold facade.

"But I see that path you are on is not one you would have chosen. You have more options than you realize."

his eyes are still narrowed, staring at them, unmoving. rufus... does not like this confrontation, he's decided. not that he's ever liked a confrontation, but this one feels too... real.

"you think i have options?" rufus scoffs. "i have no options here."

#ashivon #rufus #whitexdove

The boy was practiced in his poker face- stern and unflinching, but Ash's long life of experience and attention to such things could see the faintest signs of anxiety. "Do you fully accept such things as they are told to you by those that bind you, or have you simply given up?"

“Drink some water. It has ice.” -Ash

Dissociation Starters

The glass slid into Archer's hand and he didn't even blink. It wasn't until the cold began to seep into his fingers did he tighten his grip on it. Glasses lost but he hadn't noticed quite yet. The world needed to stay blurry.

"Th... thanks." He stuttered but didn't take a sip yet. The sound of horns blaring and people arguing started to filter in through his ears. Reality still going on in fast forward while Archer felt paused.

"You do not have to stay, you know," she rumbled soothingly, glancing at the scene behind them. It was rare to see such commotion on the small country road, but sudden tragedy could do that sort of thing. "Would you like someone with you right now?"

@magicmonstersandmischief

Didn't have to stay? His brow furrowed so slowly as he calculated if that were true or not. He was just talking to that woman about her tomato plants. Tips to deal with her aphid problem. Where did the truck even come from?

Why didn't Archer save her? He could have taken that hit. He wouldn't have-

He blinked at the second question and slowly glanced up at them. "I... don't know." All he could say was the truth at the moment. He felt a little too disoriented to think clearly.

Oh water! Yes... they gave him water. "Thank you." He said again, forgetting he had already thanked them, and took the tiniest of sips. "I... I should help..." What else could he do? Though when he tried to stand he quickly fell back to sit. His legs were weak. The injury would heal before anyone would be the wiser to it.

#ash #ashivon #archer #archerwhiterp

Ashivon was patient with him, knowing too well the effect of grief and trauma. They saw the poor man's eyes grow distant as his mind began to work itself inward, taking him far away away from here.

She was just about to place a gentle, grounding hand on his forearm, but pulled it back as he seemed to come back on his own. The relief was momentary, quickly cut by Archer's dazed insistence and sudden movement.

"You may thank me by not injuring yourself further," they spoke firmly, "Bodily ales aside, your mind is deeply shaken by this, as anyone's would be. There is nothing you should be doing."

"I know, I know," she huffs, "But just think about it. Even if dead people don't all stick around and some of em fall apart after a few centuries, theres gotta be like at least ten times more ghosts around than people. Technically we're lucky this doesn't happen more often."

moldbreakcr

reno groans dramatically. he leans back and crosses his arms over his chest. "it happens enough. i'm just trying to get my cake pops and coffee and casper has to jump out of nowhere and stare ominously? no thank you."

#steph #reno #moldbreakcr

"I'm just sayin, count your blessings. Instead of one casper you could be dealing with his whole gaggle of shitty uncles and the council of haunting." She wasn't exaggerating about the possibility of increasing numbers of ghost, but was definitely stretching things for comedic affect at this point. "Next thing you know, you can't even shit in your own house without some powdery bitch making eyes at your hot corporeal bod."

This sad little beast has had some Tushy Gland Issues and has been taking up a good bit of my time and worry but he just got his drain tube and stitches out so should be back to normal in a few days!

#ooc #dog posts #posting here as excuse for being slower than i intended to be this week #even though none of you really know my intented reply speed #just enjoy the dog pics

"I will humor you and take one more guess: You're different and special with deep and complex reasoning as to why you put on a mask and attack those you deem worthy. You always have the moral high ground because everything bad you've done was for a good reason- everyone else just needs help seeing the light and you are more than happy to oblige." His expression soured, which did not actually change it much, given how bitter he seemed to look at all times. He shifted, taking a few steps to the side of the door, but towards Ghost. "Your reasons do not matter. Whatever hope you have for a better future does not matter. All that matters is what you've done- and tonight you capped off your daily round of extrajudicial beatings by interrupting my meal and implying I am some desperate mongrel who you simply must try to convince to live that more refined life of a dog given a metered amount of kibble twice a day."

castleofmuses

Ghost tensed when Giles mentioned the mask and his vigilante life. It was a secret for a reason: him knowing immediately switched Giles from an annoying nuisance to an active threat. Additionally, his mockery of it disrespected not only the friend who had made him his current mask, but also the past friend who had convinced him to join them in this. The one who had died saving everyone.

He straightened up, calmed somehow, as he made up his mind: he was going to try to beat the shit out of this guy. Once he got his staff, assuming it was in his bag, of course. He'd have to improvise if it wasn't there. This vampire guy was seemingly mostly bark and very little bite. Probably one of the biggest trolls he'd ever met, talking out of his ass trying to start fights. And for what? Ghost was beyond caring.

"Okay, hypocrite," he muttered as he shook off his hands as if they were wet, extinguishing his claws for a moment. "I'll just tell you since you're so bad at this."

A Terran such as himself definitely wasn't going to know the name of Ghost's kind, and, while he would have accepted 'alien' as a guess, it was vague for him to give, especially in comparison to what he knew about vampires. 'Alien' would say next to nothing about him, which wasn't a fair knowledge exchange.

Ghost ran both of his hands through his hair. When they came off, a pair of tall, black, fox ears emerged at the top of his head. When he looked back up to Giles, his eyes had become a much more saturated reddish-magenta, to the point nearly giving the appearance of glowing in comparison to their drab surroundings, and pointed directly into Giles'. Staring him down. A black fox-ish tail with a white tail tip swished behind him. His canines were the slightest bit longer as he continued talking.

"My kind are a cosmic cousin to The Kitsune. My human appearance is the mask, not the other way around. Our light-" he reformed the light on a hand, but instead of just making claws, this time he made an entire clawed gauntlet "-is what is found in the cores of stars, and like the stars we have existed long before your kind walked The Earth. And like the stars we will long survive you."

That was probably enough to mark them even on the knowledge exchange. Now to even the fact that Giles had stepped closer with a threat of his own.

"Killing without necessity isn't permitted. So, if you give me reason to believe that you're about to endanger my life, know that I have no personal qualms against spearing my star wielding hand into your form and tearing you apart."