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[neverburied]

❛ ━━━━━ who's gonna tell me the truth when you blew in with the winds of fate &* told me i reformed you ? when your impressionist paintings of HEAVEN turned out to be fakes [...] well , you took me to HELL too. &* all at once the ink bleeds ------ a con man sells a fool a get-love quick scheme. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 &* 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞.

a⠀private⠀&*⠀selective⠀multimuse⠀, as written by theo. ( 29 , they/he , cst ) minors not welcome. non-roleplay blogs will be blocked on sight ! 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 &* 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 ; 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. heavy focus on romantic relationships. [ formerly maimedaffair / poetarum + char / hope ]

DIRECTORY.⠀⠀carrd.⠀⠀prompts. thread tracker. BLOGROLL. @screwhope [ e. swan of ouat ] ; @vienamoi [ l. de lioncourt of iwtv ] AFFILIATES. [ @aueternus. @dulacus. @feylived. @roseguided. @soulwaned. @madefate. @everdawn. ]

highest priority muse -- 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗 𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚊 , 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 , 𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚘 , 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚗 , 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚢 , 𝚕𝚘𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 , 𝚍𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚔𝚊𝚝𝚣 , 𝚕𝚒𝚕𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚜 , 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚜 , 𝚑𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕 , 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 , 𝚓𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 , 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚜𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒 , 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 , 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚘𝚗 , 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚟 , 𝚍𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚛𝚒 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚟 , 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚏𝚏 , 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚜 , 𝚏𝚒𝚣𝚣𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒 , 𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚟𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚞𝚍 , 𝚌𝚑𝚕𝚘𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚎 , 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚔 , 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚛 , 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊 𝚐𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎 , 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 , 𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚎 , 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚊𝚗

━━━━━━ if you know it in one glimpse , IT'S LEGENDARY. what we thought was for all time was momentary. still alive , killing time at the cemetery : NEVER QUITE BURIED. [...] you said I'M THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE about a million times. [...] &* i'll still see it until i die ------- YOU'RE THE LOSS OF MY LIFE.  ❜

[griefseason]

# P I V O T A L M A R K S 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝔞 𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔢 , as written by theo. ( they / he - 29 - cst )

[griefseason]

# P I V O T A L M A R K S 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝔞 𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔢 , as written by theo. ( they / he - 29 - cst )

[griefseason]

# P I V O T A L M A R K S 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝔞 𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔢 , as written by theo. ( they / he - 29 - cst )

[griefseason]

# P I V O T A L M A R K S 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝔞 𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔢 , as written by theo. ( they / he - 29 - cst )

[griefseason]

# P I V O T A L M A R K S 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝔞 𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔢 , as written by theo. ( they / he - 29 - cst )

[downfll]

TIME IS A STRANGE CONCEPT, it had felt like hours in the freezing water, fighting off the cold, the ice he could feel seeping through his whole skeleton -- frozen to the bones. but the thought of her, the pleading in her voice, tears in her voice as she asked for a date, for a moment he was dying to get to. remembers the first time he met her, all uniform and kindness in her eyes, back when he had to look up to meet her eyes, scrawny and sickly. her voice is crystal clear, no matter the noise, steve thinks he could hear her from everywhere, could pinpoint her words from a whole crowd talking. breath catches in his chest as she runs to him, her arms around his form, auburn curls near his chin and his eyes close, to keep away the tears, to cement that moment in his memory FOREVER. it is to be cherished he knows. ' promised you a dance. ' it's small, his voice, reminds of who he was before captain america. but peggy has seen him, when he was small, she had seen him before they made him. and his arms close around her, holding her tight like a life line.

[neverburied]

there is endless confusion in her mind , but she shuts it away for the moment ----- relishes holding him in her arms. he is strong &* warm &* he holds her just as tightly in return. his words sound against her ear , deep in his chest. it helps her solidify the knowledge that he is whole. somehow , he is here , &* he is whole. ❛   i wasn't expecting to actually have to teach anyone to dance today. ❜ she tries to hide how he voice shakes -- how her hands tremble against his back. no , she'd expected to sit &* cry quietly at a bar all night over her lost chance at love.

[neverburied]

what if ,,, hear me out ,,, starting fresh gets me out of my slog.

[aueternus]

The  world's  ending⠀———⠀that  sounded...  well,  ominous.⠀⠀Unlike  the  intrinsic  energy  that  was  Klaus,  there's  something  forlorn  radiating  from  him;⠀⠀defeated,  no  will  to  fight  anymore.⠀⠀Even  in  death,  Dave  feels  his  chest  ache.⠀⠀❛ I  want  nothing  more  than  that. ❜⠀⠀is  all  he  can  muster,  a  sad  smile  on  his  cold lips.⠀⠀As  inevitable  as  his  death  was,  how  he  almost  hoped  for  it  just  so  he  wouldn't  have  to  return  home,  he  now  hated  that  it  had  come  to  fruition.⠀⠀That  he  was  without  Klaus,  and  Klaus  was  without  him.

They're  quiet  for  a  long  moment.⠀⠀In  the  silence,  the  soldier  admires  the  other;⠀⠀his  fingers  ache  to  reach  out  and  stroke  his  cheek,  or  comb  his  fingers  through  his  onyx  strands  of  hair.⠀⠀❛ ...I  love  you. ❜⠀⠀Dave  finds  himself  admitting,  voice  thick  as  he  keeps  his  eyes  fixated  on  the  other.⠀⠀❛ I  don't  think  I...  ever  had  the  chance  to  tell  you  that⠀———⠀Maybe  I  was  afraid  to,  we  were  fighting  for  our  lives,  after  all. ❜

A  weak  chuckle  leaves  him,  and  stupidly,  he  tries  to  touch  him  ———  to  rest  a  hand  on  his  knee,  to  run  his  thumb  along  the  fabric  of  his  jeans.⠀⠀As  he  guessed,  his  hand  phases  through  him,  and  the  soldier  inhales  shakily.⠀⠀❛ ...I'm  guessing  we  lost  the  war ? ❜⠀⠀he  questions  quietly,  ignoring  the  way  his  chest  hollows  out.⠀⠀He  couldn't  touch  him,  and  that  was  the  worst  of  this  entire  situation.

[neverburied]

the world hasn't really had color for most of klaus' life. drugs &* booze &* repeated trips to the afterlife blurred together as he attempted to bring himself some semblance of peace. it was like an endless night , all dark &* grungy &* gloomy. &* then in vietnam of all places , blinding technicolor. knowing what color looked like for that short blip of time made the world even bleaker when he returned a changed man.

his mind is pulled from that spiral of memory towards the ghost man before him. three simple words completely shatter the buzz in his brain. I LOVE YOU. the words are . . . well , he's never fucking heard them. it's like his family has been allergic to them his whole life. he has said them --- he loves his family , assholes that they are ! he's said it to get drugs &* booze as he lead people on. said it to strangers on the street. but he's never said it like this before. sure as hell never heard it from anyone that meant it.

❛   -------------- shit , dave , you can't just drop the L bomb &* then ask about the war. ❜ there's a bewildered little laugh that bubbles up from the seance kid , amusement dancing in tired eyes. god , he missed this man. ❛   yeah --- yeah , we lost the fuckin' war. ❜ he stares at the hand that passed through him , eyes squinting to focus his power a bit harder. he recalls how it had felt to be touched by dave -- how warm &* rough his hands had been ; the deep pressure that came with being held ; the security he'd felt in knowing dave would absolutely never hurt him.

it takes more energy than he'd normally care to exert , but it allows him to reach forward , fingers hesitating only a moment before he dares to touch the others knee ------- his hand finds fabric , then the solid form beneath it. a shout of delight brings so much color into his sunken face that you'd think he was the ghost being brought back to life. of course , it is short lived , as his lack of focus sends his hand straight through dave's form , hand hitting soft bed beneath. he whines , lips pouting up. ❛   stupid freakin' powers. dad couldn't have figured this shit out sooner ? now he's fucked off to god knows where &* i can't even use my ghost powers to touch my ghost boyfriend ! ❜ a huff , then he softens. ❛   that i love. ❜ he adds quietly.

[neverburied]

guys, I am ,,, so sleepy. but the second I am less sleepy, it’ll be all over for you hoes.

[artgroves]

Steve, inspired by Hope Is Not a Bird, Emily, It’s a Sewer Rat by Caitlin Seida

for Maiasaura and @marveltrumpshate

and for the amazing @leveragehunters who wrote a marvelous companion fic: Who is the country

[neverburied]

❛   that's not how it is , cher. ❜ a melancholic sigh escapes him as louis slouches into the sofa &* rubs at one of his temples. he hadn't slept well ----- never does when lestat doesn't come home. he knows better than to crave ; knows exactly what awaits his heart if he lets it run amuck in his chest. claudia knows it too ------ haunts his mind &* sees how his thoughts fester on his paramour. she'd been right , as usual. &* YET ---- ❛   s'called havin' hope. FAITH IN HUMANITY. or . . . whatever we count as. ❜ ( * play it off ; cross your legs with that composure you used to practice to play the role of indifferent to the lives around you. you don't care where he is ------ he'll come home. he always does. )

his gaze flickers towards @roseguided , trying his damndest to sink into that old role of pimp -------- pretend you don't care , act like you don't care , believe you don't care ---------

❛   you don't gotta rub it in. smug ain't a good look on you. makes you look like a child. ❜ a low jab , but he makes it anyway. SHE'S NOT THE ONLY CHILD AROUND HERE.

[neverburied]

❛   THIS ISN'T ABOUT LOVE. ❜ david's head shakes just a bit as he gazes at @aigonakru , so very clearly torn between what he wants &* what is right. katherine does not deserve a husband a thousand miles away emotionally ; mary margaret does not deserve a married man who cannot make up his mind. neither deserve to be an option ; both deserve a whole man , devoted to them on his hands &* knees. he feels split apart at the seams , like half of him is drawn one way while the other digs his heels in. his heart screams for mary margaret , but his brain ? ❛   i made a commitment. a promise. til' death do we part. &* i haven't . . . i haven't given that a fair shake since i woke up. it wouldn't be fair for me to just abandon her ----------- even if i know i love you. i must have felt this way about her at some point if i married her. ❜

[nessiesgf]

but the suit changes nothing. and again I’m kissing lestat on the altar. i’m killing lestat but won’t burn him. i’m dragged off stage and buried alive. penny candy is not the answer. claudia is dead.

[neverburied]

❛   KILL YOU ? ❜ a wry grin curves david's lips as a brow quirks. the kings head tilts just so as he squints towards @murkyhazed. ❛   do i have a reason to ? every encounter doesn't have to be life &* death , you know that right ? ❜ even so , his hand does not leave his hip just yet. can't be too careful with villains.

[neverburied]

❛   no , please ! i'll gladly answer anything. no questions are stupid questions when you're genuinely trying to learn. ❜ wanda has always enjoyed being a teacher to the humans who are willing to listen ; educating people about the souls bred less distrust , after all. so , she scoots closer to @mccklynaive , halo-rimmed eyes wide &* encouraging.

[neverburied]

❛   can i help you ? ❜ charlie's gaze squints at @defygrav1ty there on the dock , mostly due to the sun half shrouding her from a clear view. he's been here for hours , polishing the boat to near perfection. there's a competition coming up ------ he has to look his best if he's going to be on the news for the win !