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One of the worst things about Kara is that whenever she sees someone on the dash who is any kind of non-human/supernatural creature/modified human one of her first thoughts is almost always wondering what they would taste like.

And no, not in the sex way, this is in the "horrible bitey creature" way. Damn feral monster can't keep her teeth to herself.

#she's just so awful #about the child of storms: about kara #ooc mobile

gentlesoulcd

"I just don't know why I'm not trusted to make my own decisions."

❝ Because every time you do, something inevitably goes wrong? You're a problem-magnet, sis. Just like Butcher. Also, things tend to turn extremely flammable around you and Maskim. ❞

He laughs with a sideways grin, and his hands raise in a gesture of 'don't attack the messenger'.

❝ I'm telling the truth! ❞

orphanedshadow

"My plans would be far more effective if they stopped meddling… As for things igniting… Why would I not take advantage of flammability? It is tactically advantageous, and an excellent contingency plan."

If looks could kill, well Ryan would probably be feeling it, but Kara couldn't exactly argue. Even with her abilities keeping her from being discovered, she had definitely created more than a little chaos.

"They should still trust me, it is not as if I can die. They can." Okay, maybe that did sound childish... but the point still stood. A shadow did reach out to push Ryan slightly, just a little playful shove that wouldn't do much of anything. "Also, they should not judge me, their plans are worse."

#gentlesoulcd #ryan tag pending #in the storm's path: thread #the boys verse tag pending

notmorbid

the change.

dialogue prompts from the change: animorphs #13 by k.a. applegate.

i am human. partly.

don't hide stuff from me because you think it'll hurt my feelings, okay?

i can't handle you feeling sorry for me.

you know, how you think of me is sort of important.

are you lost?

have you ever heard the saying, 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend'?

it sounds complicated, but you get used to it.

have i ever mentioned that you are extremely cool?

just keep running this same direction. don't stop.

i remember when you were fun.

i was never fun.

it makes me sick when you take risks i can't take.

i would give anything to go in your place.

you can open your eyes now.

i'm not going to be left out. not this time.

humans invent all sorts of things that are not true.

i guess everyone has problems, right?

you heard me? i was trying to be quiet.

it's good to have someone to talk to.

someone or something is using me, and i don't like it very much.

no one is going to use me.

you don't look like a _____ to me.

why stick me with this job?

what am i, some kind of hero?

i have to go for a while.

i don't even know if anyone looked for me.

what the heck is happening?

oh, man, am i glad to hear your voice.

i'm hungry, and i'm tired, and i'm mad.

you can relax. we're all here to help you now.

i'm not exactly the same as i used to be. i've changed.

come on, you big baby. say it.

you should never be singing anything. i've heard you sing.

i have the feeling we're on our own.

are you going to whine the whole way?

i've had about all the close calls i can stand for one day.

a predator is never angry, just hungry.

any day i stay alive is a good day for me.

this isn't their place. it's ours.

i hope you haven't lost all that anger.

would it be wrong for me to say i love you?

you're lucky i'm in a hurry.

i don't want pity. not even yours.

if somebody's nice to me, i'll totally fall apart.

i'm the same as ever. i really don't want to talk about it.

i'm just feeling sorry for myself.

i just need a good night's sleep. i'll be fine in the morning.

have i kept my promise?

are you happy?

#ask meme

gentlesoulcd

At some point he must have passed his own threshold of pain - could he even have one? - and fallen into unconsciousness. A warm touch alerted him to someone holding him. His face being cradled. His nose and mouth were full of clotted, thick blood. His eye watered. Numbness. The other, swollen shut and bruised. Iron-tasting liquid that immediately wanted to make him retch.

How?

How could a parent who had claimed to love him have such a visceral reaction? One who was weak. His emotional immaturity on clear display for the son to witness. Those cold eyes, devoid of anything but glee at the staining on his face and uniform.

That wasn't a father. That was a monster in human skin.

Why?

Why did he think it'd been smart to go after Homelander? Was it the alcohol? The sheer rage he'd felt at hearing him slander his mom's name? At the idea that Homelander would - could - hurt Billy? His mom loved Billy and Terror. And she'd loved him, too.

She wouldn't just throw that all away for a one-sided fling. She was loyal. He got his loyalty from her. His honesty. His determination.

Vought had poisoned him. Poisoned his mind. Betrayed him. Homelander had made him into something he had no intention of being. A bully. A liar. A mean cunt who trampled all over others, as Butcher'd put it.

That whole compound, his life, had been nothing but lies built atop lies.

His vision swims in and out of focus. One side completely dark, open air causing lacerations to sting. He wanted to move. His mind screamed at his body to move. To get up. To push whoever was near away. He couldn't. He couldn't. The figure came closer, blurry around the edges.

Pain, sharp and sudden and breathtaking, took over.

Flashes of the fight replayed behind his eyes. His lasers staggering the so-called hero. His loose blows that the man seemed to tank and dodge with ease. Even with the training he'd had — those "missions" Edgar sent him on — they did little. How he'd said that "Becca came onto him".

Asshole.

He lay there, prone. Aching. Stuggling to breathe. Wood from the crate pressed hard into his back. His voice - his own voice, not the one in his head - begged in a weak whisper.

❝ Don't. No more. Please. ❞

orphanedshadow

Some days Kara hated her own particular blend of powers. They were absolutely lethal in a fight, and she didn't have to worry about her own safety… but she didn't have the kind of speed that she was trying to draw on.

Enhanced reflexes and almost precognitive instinct might make her seem fast in a fight, but when crossing the city she was stuck traveling a painfully slow speed. Scaling walls, jumping from roof to roof, yes she moved through the city faster than most normal people, but it was nothing compared to the flying supes, or the speedsters.

Today was definitely a day she wished for more speed, as the phone in her pocket relayed Gremlin's voice into her earbud. One of her people was in trouble, and she needed to be there, needed to protect him. Needed to do the killing, so that he wouldn't lose sleep.

Finally arriving on scene the scent of supe blood hit like a freight train, singing with the promise of power and heat. Her enemy was injured, had bled, and what can bleed can be killed. A part of her wanted to track, to finish what Ryan started, complete the mission… but she could still feel the life running through the boy's veins, and there was no way she could leave him.

A clawed hand gently touched Ryan's cheek, shadows spreading their warmth across the skin as they reached out with feather-light tendrils to soak in the blood. Perhaps not the most comforting of actions, but Kara usually couldn't resist supe blood on the best of days, never mind when there was a chance of needing a boost. If Homelander came back…well she'd want as much raw power as she could get.

"Safe" The single word had an edge to it, like an attempt to command. An ultimatum delivered to the universe, that it was going to be okay, he was going to be safe, she wouldn't let anything else happen to him. "Promise."

#gentlesoulcd #ryan tag pending #in the storm's path: thread #the boys verse tag ending

fckindiabolicxl

Trots over, nametag jangling on his collar. Nose nudges a nearly-eviscerated Homelander plush closer. Flops. Ears droop. Stuffing's poking out the holes. He's missing an eagle from a shoulder. An eye, too.

Nobody will play. Nobody. Not even to get him a new one.

Paws fold under his body. Laying with back legs stretched out. Saddest, wettest snuffles he can muster. Nose twitches, pink tongue licking before disappearing back into his mouth.

Wants attention. Wants any attention. Or snacks, snacks are good too. Other two-legged friends always busy. Always running around.

Claws scrape as he crawls nearer. Soft brown eyes look up.

orphanedshadow

The conqueror lounges on their captured throne, too high for a stubby-legged bulldog to reach. Hell, it should have been too high for them to reach, and the carnival toy they had burrowed into was definitely not something a creature their size should have been able to drag onto the counter... but supe abilities made all the difference.

At the sound, the beast stirred, rolling over and stretching like a cat, jaw opening wide enough to show an abundance of teeth before snapping shut. An upside-down head poked over the edge of the table, paws still raised in the air as they looked down at their less physically gifted brother.

They too had been feeling the boredom, their human off playing with the one who smelled of chemicals in the forbidden room... and there were only so many naps one could take before it was time to start a riot.

That thought brought forth a naughty wiggle, one aggressive enough to bring the pup tumbling over the edge with an undignified thump. But Maskim was on their feet in an instant, paws tapping and whole body wiggling as they looked towards the front door as if asking if the older dog thought they should both take themselves for a walk.

#guest muse: maskim xul #interaction: maskim #fckindiabolicxl

gentlesoulcd

“you’re not a monster.”

❝ Hard to not think that way, Kara. I've done too much bad to outweigh the good. Manipulated by Homelander and having him in my head was one thing - but killing those russians? Goaded into bullying those that Vought crew members when I was a kid? I can't anymore. I just can't. ❞

orphanedshadow

"You are not a monster. I know monsters… I am one. Gremlin found my Vought file, all of it. Every single bit of diabolical shite. Every scientist that died, that I killed… and I barely even remember it."

A simple flex of the wrist slid the claws out from under her fingernails, lethal daggers that had been used more times than she could count. "Monsters, we love it. The blood, the torture… we never lose sleep. There is no good to balance it out, no regret. You are not one, never will be."

#gentlesoulcd #ryan tag pending #in the storm's path: thread #the boys verse tag pending

gentlesoulcd

[ msg -> 💀 ] its chaos. its bad.

[ msg -> 💀 ] he wont stop until he's in the white house, or worse

[ msg -> 💀 ] scorched earth

[ msg -> 💀 ] smoking ruin

[ msg -> 💀 ] no more petty vendettas. this is life or death. and im not giving up

[ msg -> 💀 ] be on high alert from now on

[ msg -> 💀 ] reckonings coming. i can feel it.

orphanedshadow

[msg -> Ryan] It's all fucked. Squad is running on fumes...and Gremlin has been working overtime.

[msg -> Ryan] Do not tell anyone... I do not want to give them hope, but Frenchie is not the only one working on something. I have been working on this since before I knew about V. Took some inspiration from horror films... if I can get things dialed in... [msg -> Ryan] Ryan, I was born on high alert, and it has been coming for a long time. [msg -> Ryan] Remember, you are not alone... and you do not have to worry about getting me killed. Already dead, remember? [msg -> Ryan] So call me if you need back-up.

#gentlesoulcd #in the storm's path: thread #the boys verse tag pending

gentlesoulcd

contact: shadow ( @orphanedshadow )

[ msg -> 💀 ] everything okay with squad?

[ msg -> 💀 ] tell aaron i said hi and i miss him

[ msg -> 💀 ] stay with billy, kara

[ msg -> 💀 ] he wont admit it, but he needs you more than he lets on

[ msg -> 💀 ] 🖤

orphanedshadow

[msg -> Ryan] Squad's been busy, especially with everything happening. Lots of clean up.

[msg -> Ryan] Aaron misses you too. Says Squad has a room saved for you, and always will. You're one of them, no matter what.

[msg -> Ryan] I promise... and I know. He needs someone to watch his back, even when he doesn't want it.

[msg -> Ryan] He worries about you, we all do.

#the boys verse tag pending #in the storm's path: thread #gentlesoulcd

greatwrath

@orphanedshadow asked: "I feel safe here. It's as if time were dead."

Immortal Sentences, Vol. 7

"It is because I dust frequently," Azrael says with an opium pipe held between her teeth.

The cavern was quiet that night, full of a deep, earthen stillness broken only by the occasional clink of porcelain as steam curled lazily from the teapot beside them. Shadows gathered in long, uneven shapes across the walls, catching on stacks of books and human relics—silver, glass, old iron—objects and antiques collected and hidden from the world, just like the Archangel herself.

Azrael sat back in her chair, posture uncharacteristically loose, one leg crossed over the other in a way that would have been unthinkable in any other state. The opium pipe rested between her teeth, the thin curl of smoke trailing upward and dissolving into the dim air. Her hair had fallen out of its usual immaculate order, pale strands raked back by impatient fingers, left to settle where they would.

Her eyes were darker now. The pupils had widened, swallowing the silver, leaving them dark like hot coals. She studied the chessboard between them. For once, she did not move immediately, having previously anticipated all of Kara's moves before she could make them.

The Darkstar's fingers hovered over a piece, then stilled. A faint tremor passed through them—there, and gone, dulled by the haze settling through her system.

Her gaze flicked up to Kara, lingering for a moment longer than necessary. She shifted the pipe slightly between her teeth, exhaling a thin stream of smoke as she leaned forward again.

Azrael was uninterested in using her power to move her piece this time around. Instead, she reached with her long fingers to move her bishop across the board, coming to rest in a position that cut quietly through Kara’s developing structure.

Then she withdrew her hand, just as the gramophone began playing the 1976 live recording of La Mer by Julio Iglesias. Leaning back again, she exhaled slowly through her nose, a thin ribbon of smoke following a moment later.

Azrael leaned back again, slower this time, settling into the chair. One hand came up to her temple, pressing lightly, easing the dull, persistent ache that never quite left her.

“…Your turn,” she said, lazy eyes drifting back to the board as she began quietly singing along to the record.

La mer, qu'on voit danser, le long des golfes clairs, a des reflets d'argent. La mer, des reflets changeants, sous la pluie.

orphanedshadow

“Does that not get tiresome? It seems more trouble than it is worth.” Kara supposed that would make a difference, with her own living environment being a mix of obsessive organization and uncontrolled chaos. Though some of her own caverns had arrays of wards carved with the kind of precision that required one to work between heartbeats, yet others had books strewn about on countless tables filled with half-finished research and a thin layer of chalk dust. The Archangel’s abode was different, somewhat civilized despite its location, unlike the tunnels that Kara called home. It was the home of something deserving of respect, not the burrow of a feral little thing that played with bones.

Dark eyes took in the configuration of the board, brow furrowing in concentration. The girl never won, and honestly she didn’t expect to. Perhaps it was the definition of insanity, playing against someone who would have no problem defeating every grandmaster humanity had ever produced… but winning wasn’t her goal. No, it was survival, seeing how many moves it would take before the inevitable came to pass, and how many pieces she would be able to take.

It had taken many games before Kara could get even this far, seeing a few moves, just enough to know that whatever this was had to be a trap. It was always a trap, even when there looked to be a way out, somehow it was always herding her pieces into an ambush.

Her hand reached out after what felt like an eternity, fingers stained from ink and ritual ingredients contrasting with the white of the chess pieces. At least Azrael offered her that so-called advantage… though after the first few moves it always felt to Kara as though she was simply reacting instead of actually making progress. The pieces she took were ones she was allowed to claim, pawns given up in order to achieve victory. Fingers hovered for a moment, part of her wanting to take the bishop right there, move her knight to claim the piece…but it couldn’t be that simple. The bishop was on a white square, her king on a black one, it couldn’t get her unless she moved. That meant it had to be a trap, but what kind? Was she supposed to take the bait, leaving herself open to some unseen threat, or was she supposed to think it was a trap and ignore the bishop, leaving one of her pieces vulnerable to something else, or trapping her king so that it would be unable to move.

No, she decided to ignore the menace of the bishop, sending the other knight out to capture a pawn that was getting a little too close for comfort. The bishop couldn’t get it, and she was pretty sure the knight was relatively safe…unless there was something she missed.

“Eleven.” It helped to count, to remind herself of how many moves she had managed to take, and how many she had managed to survive. “Your turn.”

#kara is a few levels above just moving the horsies...but she is doomed #and honestly she's not sure what Azrael gets out of playing with her...but she's gonna try #greatwrath #the feathery menace: azrael #in the storm's path: thread

greatwrath

[#greatwrath] — an indie & selective portrayal of the archangel azrael from abrahamic lore, est. 2015, written by tasha, 31. minors dni.

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musingswithmemes

Your muse has been missing/out of contact for hours. Send "🔎" for my muse's reaction to finding them!

(If you cannot see the emoji send "Find")

#ask meme

❤️ — YOU ARE THE MOST AMAZING FRIEND EVER I LOVE YOU AND YOUR MUSES AND JUST. EVERYTHING.

HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I LOVE YOU SM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Awww, thank you so much friend, I love you too, so very much. Chatting with you always helps the day feel brighter, and if we lived closer I would definitely be picking up some on-sale chocolate for you tomorrow.

#ooc mobile

promptshelf

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇.

› prompts from rachel gillig's novel the knight and the moth (2025). feel free to tweak as you see fit , bartholomew.

❛ you don’t have to be good, or useful, for someone to care about you. ❜

❛ when you do the right thing for the wrong reason, no one praises you. ❜

❛ we all want to be special.”

❛ what is right and wrong depends entirely on the story you’re living in. ❜

❛ which is more intricate? the designs of men, trying to reach gods, or that of gods, trying to reach men? ❜

❛ people who love you for your usefulness don't love you at all. ❜

❛ you want to throw me down. ❜

❛ i, prideful, disdainful, godless. ❜

❛ i want to drag you into the dirt with me. ❜

❛ you know this story, (name,) though you do not remember it. ❜

❛ to tell a story is in part to tell a lie, isn't it? ❜

❛ it's hard to see who i am when i am lost in what's expected of me. ❜

❛ fear not, (name!) every day has its dog. ❜

❛ if you only ever look up at something, can you ever see it clearly? ❜

❛ it is easier, swearing ourselves to someone else's cause than to sit with who we are without one. ❜

❛ take my hand, you strange little creature. ❜

❛ it sounds awful when i say it out loud. ❜

❛ you are more special than you realize. ❜

❛ i would do anything for you. ❜

❛ i cannot decide which i like best. the sunrise, or the sunset. ❜

❛ i was losing my faith in everything. ❜

❛ the two of us meeting… it felt almost divine. ❜

❛ i think her quite the bitch. ❜

❛ how undignified. ❜

❛ did anyone see me fall? ❜

❛ i want someone to see me. ❜

❛ i want it to be you. ❜

❛ no honor among thieves, and even less among gods. ❜

❛ i’ll do anything you ask of me. ❜

❛ if i were beside myself, there would be two of me ❜

❛ oh, (name.) he's dreamy. ❜

❛ do you want to know how it ends? ❜

❛ does it end? ❜

❛ it ends when you kiss me. ❜

❛ why do we do these things to ourselves? ❜

❛ you’re an incomparable fiend, (name.) a truly accomplished asshole. ❜

❛ i’d like you better if you were on your back again. ❜

❛ it is not like me to be the bearer of bad tidings. ❜

❛ am i all that you imagined? ❜

❛ your hands are marked by the blood of my metamorphosis. ❜

❛ whatever my soul was made of was frail. ❜

❛ violence is a craft. so is compassion. ❜

❛ no is a sufficient answer. ❜

❛ anger is a fine weapon. ❜

❛ now have some soup. ❜

❛ i will shoulder any weight you give me. ❜

❛ would that things were different. ❜

❛ i think i would like to stop promising myself away, or else there will be nothing left of me to give. ❜

❛ i don’t know why i say the things i do. ❜

#ask meme

hauntfcrged

@orphanedshadow gets a starter from bb lorraine.

"You came!" Glee, mingled with a tinge of relief and surprise, propelled the exclamation, a wide grin thrown towards the dark haired girl that had made her presence known to Lorraine the day before -- prompting Lorraine to invite her new friend back to the treehouse for an afternoon tea the next day once Lorraine was back from school. She'd barely slowed down long enough to drop her book bag in the kitchen, swapping it out for the hodge podge of cookies, bread, cheese, pickles and olives that were the easiest to transport and quickest to grab things she could find when raiding the kitchen.

The plastic gallon jug of sweet tea had been the hardest for her to transport, but she had managed it with a surprisingly minimal amount of spillage. Climbing the ladder with it had been an adventure, but she'd jury rigged harness with her scarf, and she was quick to deposit the jug and the bag that held snacks, and plastic cutlery, plates and cups into the center of the tree house that her father had built for her oldest brother many years before. "I didn't know what you would like, so I just brought a little bit of a lot of things," she explained, a little breathlessly.

orphanedshadow

Kara had gotten careless, sticking to lighter shadows instead of the deep darknesses that hid her best. After all, why be careful when the humans didn't seem able to see her, not unless she put effort into being solid.

But this other girl had looked straight into her eyes and smiled, seeing her as if she was any other child. It was unsettling, unnerving even, and yet Kara had been unable to resist the human's enthusiasm. Being here brought forth a mess of instincts, as things would undoubtedly turn hostile, likely sooner rather than later.

Yet the little abomination had kept the appointment, figuring that the treehouse would at least give her someplace warm to hide for the day… and there was the possibility of food.

At the other’s words she gave a slight nod and did her best to smile, though the motion was somewhat awkward due to having to hide her teeth. After all, humans rarely responded well to anything that resembled fangs, no matter how non-threatening she intended it to be.

#hauntfcrged #lorraine tag pending #in the storm's path: thread

bitchheroine

Others would likely be unnerved by the ferocity of Kara's smile, but Meg cherished it. That was her sister, a fierce, unstoppable force. She made her feel stronger by association, even when the pain of her past worked to break her down.

"A contingency, huh? You may have a point, there... we really should be exploring all of our options. Wanna make sure that, if we do this, the bastard can't come back. As much as killing him over and over again might be cathartic." She joked, chuckling softly. Of course, behind the more playful comments, she was scheming just like Kara was.

"He's not catching us unaware. You're right. If he shows up here, we'll be ready."

orphanedshadow

Kara’s smirk only widened, claws tapping on the sheath of one of her many knives. “We simply must make sure that even if he is returning, he can not escape, or regain any kind of strength. An eternity in a prison no one can open, where he is little more than a mindless chunk of flesh, being kept as close to death as can be managed… a temporary measure until we could end him permanently.”

Of course that wasn't exactly ideal, no matter how tempting. Death had fewer risks of escape. After all prisoners only had to get lucky once, whereas corpses could usually be trusted not to try and get back up.

“If he comes here, we shall have to compete with Grandmother. I am certain that she would have him reduced to ash in the time it would take us to land the first blow.”

#bitchheroine #smokey the teddy bear: meg #in the storm's path: thread

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