Aqua Utopia｜海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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guess i’m makin’ one of these for this blog too! please LIKE or REBLOG if you’re interested with a fandomless SQUISHY LIL SMOL WOODLAND CREATURE of an oc who can see dead people. actually the cutest lil bean who loves hugs and affection and has far too many stuffed animals for someone her age. may or may not have a terrifying centuries-old ghost friend. multiverse, multiship, adaptive to various fandoms.
theimpcssible.
“ gotcha! “ she’s fully aware there’s about 90 seconds before bo realizes what’s going on ; she TAKES bo by the hand and they start to run off toward the stairs. the tardis is at the bottom, waiting for them ; she doesn’t need to TELL it where to go, she knows it’ll be ready for them. “ where d’you wanna go? 1814? 500 AD? different planet? your pick! “
the question on her lips is interrupted by a startled yelp as clara all but DRAGS her towards the stairs. ❝ i’m not made for cardio, clara ❞ the whine leaves her between near-wheezing breaths; when was the last time bo had gone for a jog? or found herself in a gym? the answer is, clearly way too long. ❝ wait, what? ❞ she spares a moment to catch her breath, throwing a panicked glance over her shoulder. the apparition moves slowly, but she can still see it. ❝ ummmm a different planet? what? ❞
❛ █▐ ❧theimpcssible.
she opens her mouth to SAY something else, but bo’s urgent tone catches her off guard ; her stomach JUMPS and for a second she wonders if they should run or fight. but an idea comes to mind and she TURNS to bo, determined look in her eye. “ i got the PERFECT place we can hide. “ the tardis is hiding on the floor below, WAITING for them. “ are you okay with space travel? “
relief very quickly gives way to BEWILDERMENT, lips parted with a what?! but the shadow is approaching still, and bo doesn’t have time to make sense of what clara’s proposing. ❝ sure, whatever, just get us out of here!! ❞
❛ █▐ ❧theimpcssible.
“ wha’ are you seeing ? “ she KNOWS that it’s a stupid question, but damn it ; clara oswald was much too CURIOUS for her own good. she was certain it’d be the death of her someday, and she found herself IGNORING bo’s tugging on her arm and instead she stared at the empty spot. “ i’ve never seen a ghost before. “
❝ clara !! ❞ little more than an URGENT hiss, bo’s wide eyes remain on the looming shadow that’s drawing ever closer. ❝ something BAD. we gotta move !! ❞ the apparition looks almost sickly; face gaunt, limbs twisted and gnarled like rotted roots of an ancient tree. if this thing was human before, it certainly isn’t anymore. ❝ trust me, you don’t want to see it. ❞
❛ █▐ ❧conflagrcisms.
( ✉ → ghostbo-ster. ) my vajayjay is too wild i can’t control we’ve talked about this ( ✉ → ghostbo-ster. ) you’re a one year old squirell you know nothing NOTHING ( ✉ → ghostbo-ster. ) i am flexible, this sexy redhead told me so ;) ( ✉ → ghostbo-ster. ) … six months ago. fuck i need to get laid ( ✉ → ghostbo-ster. ) if you take more pictures i’ll burn your phone ( ✉ → ghostbo-ster. ) you can never stop me bo-staff i am fire incarnate I AM DRAGON ( ✉ → ghostbo-ster. ) drink with me instead
( ✉ → charmander ) are we really having a conversation ( ✉ → charmander ) about your wild vajayjay ( ✉ → charmander ) /why/ ( ✉ → charmander ) aubREY that redhead and you better not have been ( ✉ → charmander ) doing /stuff/ in OUR apartment, near MY STUFFED ANIMALS ( ✉ → charmander ) only if you can take it from me >:P ( ✉ → charmander ) you know i thought those weird screechy noises is just you snoring but ( ✉ → charmander ) are you trying to talk like a dragon???? ( ✉ → charmander ) ...i might. if u promise to scare off the weird drunk people
❛ █▐ ❧ theimpcssible.
@mmortalitas .
“ d’ya hear something ?! should we be RUNNING ? “
a pause, silence marred by rapid heartbeat and haggard breaths. something in the DISTANCE, beginning as a soft wail that rises to a preternatural shriek. ❝ y-yep, running. we gotta go, NOW !! ❞
@conflagrcisms & continued
( ✉ → charmander ) riiiiiiight. hugging. with your legs. and vajayjay. ( ✉ → charmander ) aub aub i kno things ok ( ✉ → charmander ) i don’t think youre flexible enough to be on all three ( ✉ → charmander ) but u can have the fridge it’s kinda empty anyway ( ✉ → charmander ) i was too lazy to get groceries whoops ( ✉ → charmander ) fjdsklfjsdkl omg no i’m coming for you now ( ✉ → charmander ) i need more pics ( ✉ → charmander ) and to make sure you don’t set any more trees on fire
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❛ █▐ ❧gxdsend.
Shay nodded small and smiled, turning slightly so she could lead her there. “Sure. I’m Shay, by the way. And if you don’t mind my asking, what brought you to this….town.” Part of her wanted to complain about the place, even if she visited a lot, but she kept her lips sealed, waiting to hear her reasoning.
“And it’s no problem. I don’t really have anything to do like I said before, and this town can be hard to get around when you’re new. They don’t even have a map, or at least not one I’ve found, which doesn’t make much sense.”
earnest GRIN answers the introduction, and bo is quick to grab her belongings before following her new companion. ❝ I’m Bo. ❞ in the periphery of her vision, bo can see that her ghostly companion has reappeared, trailing behind them with a wide, curious gaze. ❝ honestly? the rent is cheaper than cities nearby. ❞ her building in particular is OLD, and not exactly well-maintained- but it’s preferable to living out of her car. head cants, brows furrowing for a moment. ❝ huh, that is kinda WEIRD. maybe they don’t get too many tourists, here? ❞ a small grimace; no, this certainly isn’t the prettiest town, seemingly boasting only the barest amenities for its residents. ❝ I mean...not that there’s anything wrong with this place. it’s just, um ❞ hand gestures in a failed attempt to articulate the town’s IDIOSYNCRASIES in a way that won’t sound too insulting. ❝ a bit old? ❞
❛ █▐ ❧melinda-q-may.
She watched quietly as Bo addressed the ghost. It was not often she’d had the chance to observe the girl utilising her gift, and she gave an almost imperceptible nod of approval as the hovering book made no attempts to follow the flight path of the one which resided in Melinda’s hands. Whatever the other agents may say about her regarding her fighting ability, this was why Melinda was always so quick to shut them down. The girl was talented, able to do something no one else could.
Her lips twitched slightly at Bo’s reference to the ‘agent May thing’, the term amusing her a little. The smile never completely manifested though, wiped away before it had the chance to fully appear and replaced instead with the steely expression in question. Though she could not see the ghost, it was not hard to know where to direct her gaze; the nervous glances Bo kept darting across the room were a pretty good indication.
It felt strange to stare in such a way at seemingly nothing, even if she knew that it wasn’t nothing, and she held the look for only a few moments before she turned back to Bo, the expression fading away. “What’s up with this one?”
something akin to amazement alights over her features; the second may turns her chilling gaze towards the spirit ( and it hadn’t even occurred to bo that the agent herself couldn’t see the spectre ) , the girl retreats, eyes wide and head bowed the very picture of oh, shit. bo isn’t one to gloat, yet there’s a modicum of satisfaction in the quirk of her lips as she addresses her ghostly informant. ❝ look, this is SERIOUS, okay? we need that information. ❞ gaze flickers pointedly to may, lips pressing into a thin line or we’ll all get in trouble. the air cools for a moment, the result of an INDIGNANT huff from the ghost-girl ( who isn’t even breathing, technically ) . ❝ i can’t let you stay here if you don’t help out. ❞ and with her temper cooled, that veiled threat ( or, as close to a threat as bo can ever come ) seems enough to spur the spirit to action. though her presence still elicits an uneasiness in bo, she can sympathize; the girl was LONELY. though the spirit cuts a mean glare in may’s direction, she responds still with a small if reluctant nod, and drifts through the wall, presumably to find what SHIELD needs to know. ❝ she’s uh, her parents are very rich. and she was very spoiled. ❞ a small shrug, sheepish expression on her face as she answers may. ❝ before she died ❞ not the most dignified death, either, and certainly not unexpected, considering such a lifestyle. ❝ she hung around some bad people...who might have interesting information. ❞ tone drops to something almost mournful. ❝ her parents...it felt like they doted on her. like really, really LOVED her. and she misses them. and people in general, i think. ❞
❛ █▐ ❧seiismic.
“ i GOTTA say – i think i’m getting the hang of this DIRECTOR thing. “
❝ i think now is a good time to ask you to say no to the people who want to make no-pants friday a THING. because i’m not sure i want to see that, to be honest. with great power comes great responsibility, and stuff. ❞
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he wishes that he could say that he was a non-threatening person, but judging by the woman’s movements and her eyes, he knew that he was, which was something that made him wince. every part of him wished that he could be much more convincing in the fact that he wasn’t going to harm her, but he had a strange feeling that nothing he did would sooth her fears. the gun he had pulled didn’t help, and he ran his fingers through his hair for a moment as he mentally scolded himself.
he couldn’t be TOO CAREFUL though, especially with hydra and shield hunting him.
❝ i…haven’t really heard anything about it. ❞ maybe once, twice in the paper in passing, but nothing that he could really remember. his memory wasn’t the best still, and it made sense that he’d overlook something like that; he tended to only scan the papers for anything on the winter soldier after all.
bucky searches his mind for a moment, trying to recall if he’s seen anyone in the building since he’s come around. he couldn’t remember seeing anyone, but there was that nagging motion in his stomach when he remembered the clothes that had been strewn on the floor. he had presumed squatters, but apparently it was something much more. ❝ follow me, i think i have something that can help. ❞
careful footsteps moved around the building before he came up on the corner where the clothes still laid. ❝ these mean anything to you? they were here when i got here. ❞
apprehension, even though the stranger sounds almost earnest. unease dances along the length of her arms, and she crosses them over her chest, shuddering as though chilled. is she nervous about following a stranger through an abandoned building, or about the other presence, lingering just in the periphery of her senses? ( both. it’s probably both. ) disquietude heightens as the silence draws heavier. the building had looked almost untouched from where bo had entered; not so much in this part. eyes track the marks in the ground, where the dust had been unsettled by someone else’s footsteps. a furtive glance at the stranger were these his footsteps? or perhaps... a frown, crease forming between her brows as her gaze settles over the pile of clothing. eyes flicker back to the stranger momentarily, before bo approaches the discarded clothes. fingers brush tentatively over the dusty fabric, separating each item. eyes narrow for a short moment, hands moving quicker as she pulls a grey sweatshirt from the pile. ❝ that’s...blood, isn’t it? ❞ bo isn’t sure if the stranger heard her, far too distracted by the mounting unrest curling in the pit of her stomach. the specks mark the entire front of the sweatshirt; a fine mist bourne of an incredibly FORCEFUL impact. ❝ okay, not good. ❞
What Shakespeare Archetype are you? | take the quiz here |
You got: The girl who’s constantly disguising herself as a boy for one reason or another
I don’t know anything about you or your life, but I know that you will, at some point, see fit to disguise yourself as a boy. You will do this by wearing a hat or an overcoat, and everyone will be 100% deceived. See Viola from Twelfth Night, Portia from The Merchant of Venice, and Rosalind from As You Like It. Whether you are disguised as a man for all of the play or just some of the play depends entirely on if you are a shipwrecked twin, a rich heiress saving the day, or the beautiful daughter of an exiled duke.
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