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[praecedens]

PSA

I just want to remind everyone that Carol was moved to her own blog, which can be found at photonfists.

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[callaghansjohnv]

[cutiepiesub]

Fucking into your sub, “I can’t hear you princess, I said. Say. My. Name.” Each word punctuated by a sharp thrust, a hand closing around their neck to pull them up closer to you, a smile on your lips and mouth next to their ear, “tell me who you belong to.”

[aidangillens]

Shannon Woodward as Elsie Hughes in Westworld 2x10 - The Passenger.

[daenerys-stormborn]

[aidangillens]

You choked me out, you left me here with a bunch of fucking protein bars and a bucket. 

[lousolversons]

Armistice & Hanaryo in The Passenger.

[notlikegcds]

     There is another draw of her eye toward the other, a curious gaze slipping along the dragon slithering across her skin. Black ink where her own was painted in blood. And with it came her own questions, some that such musing had given her the same answers. For in the end, it had been herself she had been curious over. That’s how this concept works right? Hanaryo is herself, as much as Armistice is Hanaryo. So with that answered, it just brought to question.

     Who was it that Hanaryo had lost?

     Part of her knew the answer, and part of her wanted her to know that at the very least… Armistice understood. On some level anyhow. Armistice clears her throat and turned her gaze forward with the slight straighten of her shoulders and the hook of a thumb into a belt.

     “…. This must be a lot for you-..” Comes the question, eyes flicking back briefly with another thought. The events of the past few days since their arrival and since Hanaryo’s own departure. Brows lift and fall with the slight cant in her head. “All things considered.”

for Hanaryo ( @praecedens ) just because I wanted to.

[praecedens]

     there’s the thing with hanaryo that others might not comprehend, something she wonders is due to coding or what she has been taught by musashi. patience & calm, to sit without the ceaseless need to fidget or move ; she wasn’t the master of it, but even now she sits & she waits without worry for what lies ahead. 

     head turns to gaze at the blonde, as always drawn inexplicably to her. hanaryo often found herself hanging onto armistice’s every word, even if she didn’t always understand them. despite her built-in ability to understand all languages, she was still fighting to learn it presently. 

     so she listens, & she stews over her words. breaking them down, considering how best to respond -- never reply without thought. “ destiny cannot be predicted. “ she speaks just as slowly, “ i have embraced this new truth. unlike musashi-sama, i cannot accept & wait. if my time is limited, i wish to know everything that i may. “ lips purse, head tilting, “ it is a lot, but it is thrilling. “

[praecedens]

rootsown‌:

      “oh, thanks for checking, but gabrielle’s fine.” she answers, smile wide and, if she’s honest, entirely too enthusiastic, considering why this woman’s here. still, gabrielle can’t help it – something about her feels so familiar, like home. (which is ridiculous, seeing as they’ve just met. still, no matter how hard she tries, she can’t shake the feeling.) “it’s nice to meet you, xena.”

       gabrielle takes the hand extended to her and shakes it with vigor, pointedly ignoring the jolt of electricity the contact sends shooting down her spine. someone who looks like xena does probably gets enough unwarranted attention as is; the last thing she needs is any more from someone she can’t escape. “so does this mean you’ll be here, like, all the time now? i mean… no offense, but isn’t that a little overkill?” she’s quick to backtrack, then, hands raised placatingly. as if she doesn’t want xena here anyway, but really, shouldn’t she have better things to do than spend all her time with gabrielle? “not that i’m complaining, of course! but – you know how heated people can get online. always over-the-top, saying things they wouldn’t in person and, well… rarely following through.”

     blue eyes fixate on their join hands, on the vigor with which gabrielle shakes it & the electricity that seems to spark from it, travelling across her skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. it’s enough to rattle her from the conversation, mind having to play catch up so she can respond to what gabrielle has been saying. “ you’re right, people these days are usually all bark & no bite. “ she won’t deny that, “ to be honest I wouldn’t have wasted my time with it but after the initial report, my cyber team did some digging & it looks as if there’s more there than vague threats. enough to raise my concern; & considering your status as a prolific author, it’d be best to stop this before the press catch wind & complicate things further. “

     xena clears her throat, “ however, if you would prefer someone else as your company, i’ll put in the request. i’ll be honest, i’m not the easiest person to get along with. i won’t take offense if you end up wanting someone less ... abrasive. “ do not mistake this as her apologizing for her behavior, of course. just a warning. “ myself & another officer will be taking shifts to offer full protection both day & night. once the dust has cleared on all of this, we’ll be out of your hair gabrielle. “

[praecedens]

chooserofslain‌:

THE SHUDDER THAT RAN DOWN HER SPINE WAS ACCOMPANIED BY AN UNFAMILIAR FEELING — as Elendil lifted from the sea ravaged cliffs that loomed over New Asgard & Carol’s arms wrapped around her waist, the Valkyrie felt - contentment & pride, pure gratification & — a twinge of fear. This moment was … almost TOO GOOD to be true. How was it she could go life - times fighting & drinking blindly through what she assumed were her twilight years & now … here she was a leader of her people, soaring over a foreign planet astride Eledil with what was nothing less than a goddess at her back. If this was too good to be true then — the Valkyrie was not going to waste a moment.

It was with a wide grin that she leaned forward against Elendil’s neck & with her gloved fingers weaving into his mane, she urged the pegasus UPWARD — with a powerful beating of wings they burst through the drizzly Norwegian cloud cover & exploded into a dazzling wash of bright blue sky & the warm brilliance of the slowly setting sun. Thighs squeezed more powerfully around the animal, as she urged Carol closer, head tilting so that lips brushed against the other woman’s cheek — & a whisper of caution, “ Hold on — ”

Elendil cried out with a ringing neigh - shaking his head as he continued upward & then — on cue with a pulse of heels into his sides — wings stilled. The Valkyrie cried out in JOY as for a moment it felt as if they were running a top the clouds, hooves catching in the white mist as they ran almost impossibly parallel to the surface, although it was no where in sight. The warrior was laughing - pulsing with bliss - her arms suddenly out stretched & her body pushing backward more tightly against Carol — her head resting back against the Midgardian’s chest even as they began to drop, wind starting to whistle against ears & softly parted lips —

“ You TRUST your … King — don’t you, Danvers ? ”

     the elation of flying was not a new sensation for carol; there were times she’s done it to the point of excess that the thrill of it had worn away. however, this -- this was new, this was electric & enough to make her heart race. is it that she is riding a legendary beast that, twenty years ago would have only imagined in fairy tales or is that the woman in her arms is even more legendary & mythical as the pegasus they rode? to hear valkyrie laugh, with such bliss & uninhibited joy was new. it was a small glimpse into the happiness valkyrie had hard fought for -- & carol has never seen or heard anything more beautiful.

     carol does not need to anchor herself to the asgardian, she’s capable of keeping her own but she holds on; not because she must, but because it mesmerizes her the subtle shifts & twists of the warrior’s body as she urges elendil on. it is because nothing feels more natural than to have the woman nestled into her arms, bodies flush & sharing warmth. 

     head tilts, cheek burns where lips had pressed moments before; breath is hot against her ear & her heart swells at the words. her king; to the asgardians, valkyrie was their king, through & through, but carol -- she had sworn her fealty to the woman long before she had been gifted the title. yes, without a doubt, carol would go to the ends of the universe for her king. fight in any war, give her life if she must. the urge to quip with something sarcastic & playful sits on her tongue, ready to be unleashed but this moment, this heart-racing moment, was so much more.

     “ with my life, my king. “ she whispers back. her smile is broad & her eyes are alight with adoration. 

     the view of the skyline was breathtaking, but she cannot tear her gaze away from the woman in her arms. she is far more so.

[praecedens]

greatestlcve‌:

‘ Challenges are gifts from the sisters of fate that force us to seek a new center of gravity . So many of us try to fight them , when we must find a new way to stand . ’

          Hands clasped , raising her gaze on their training grounds .  

                  ‘ Captain you stand tall as a marvel to other sisters . We will always stand with you but be proud to show other girls they too can find the strength to overcome on their own. ’

     she feels so short, did she mention that? her gaze is turned ot the queen & she won’t even deny the awe she feels looking upon her. what a woman! “ well damn, when you put it that way -- “ she’s chuckling, turning her awestruck gaze to the women sparring before them. all amazing, all so well trained. monica would love this place, she thinks.

     “ i’ll do my best, hippolyta. “ she means that. more than just as a rolemodel, but her duty as a protector of this planet & so many others. “ do you think perhaps i could train with you & the others? “ kree training was one thing, & hand to hand was never her strongest suit. “ i’d be honored to learn you ways, if you’ll have me. “

[sapphicwarbird]

                  @praecedens

            IT’S NOT OFTEN THAT CAROL FEELS NERVOUS ANYMORE , NOT WITH VERS BY HER SIDE ; but today is one of those days for certain . since they had sealed the deal with marriage , the two of them STILL hadn’t gotten the chance to tell vers’ parents . hala was the LAST place that carol wanted to go . she felt an increasing sense of NERVES as they turned the corner , and she STOPPED her wife in her tracks . grabbing her by the arm , carol PULLED her into a corner . the two of them were wearing disguises , weapons under their outfit , prepared for ANYTHING , in case someone recognized them . 

            now that she has her wife in the corner , she LOOKS up at her with a nervous expression . “ vers . “ her tone is SOFT , panic clear in her eyes . she wants NOTHING more than to be accepted by vers’ family , but she knows full well that it probably won’t END that well . but she has a bad FEELING . she isn’t sure if it’s warranted , or if it’s just paranoia . but she hopes this all shows in the LOOK she’s giving her . they were only a few minutes away now . “ vers , what if they don’t approve ? do you think they’d sell us out ? “

[praecedens]

     she gets it -- that feelins of unease being back on this planet after all they’ve been through. still, she realizes with a pang of sadness, vers has missed this place terribly. the familiarity of it, the sense of home still lingers deep in her chest. what she wants more than anything is to see her mother again, one last time; is she okay? was the held accountable for vers & carol’s rebellion? deeper still, she wonders how yon-rogg is holding up. it’s strange, she knows, but she had a life here once. a long one she had worked hard for, & once she would have walked these streets with absolute pride. now? she was skulking about no better than a rat in a sewer. 

     hands reach, cup her wife’s jaw & holds her gaze. despite her own nerves, her touch is rock-steady & confident. even if they did get caught, between the two of them, they could take on anything, right? more so, vers knows she’ll never let anything happen to carol, no matter if vers herself had to pay the ultimate price to make sure of it. briefly, a moment of regret washes over her. this whole thing was stupid. to risk all of this, for what? her mother’s approval? something she knows she’ll never get? to risk her wife like this -- how could she be so stupid?

     “ i don’t think they would, but to be safe, let’s not trust anyone. even mother. “ better be on their guard than to be caught off of it.

[cruelonlytobekindarchived]

@praecedens (x)

doesn’t say a thing, doesn’t think a thing, doesn’t act on a thing. not yet. carol? you can’t find carol. it’s very apparent discomfort, very obvious fear– you care about so few people in your life and when one’s potentially in danger? that’s when the freak-out begins. and no one would know. no one would have an idea. you don’t seem like it– the breakdown’s internal. so you start tracking. you’ve got a signature on all the other avengers, constant vigilance and monitoring, but you don’t have one on her so you have to trace her (thankfully unique) energy signature. that! that gives you a hit! you literally slam your hands on the keyboard and lean back, toss your hands in the air, kick the underside of your table in quiet triumph. you’ve got coordinates!

dust and debris clears, then, because you’re always pretty great at making a hell of an entrance. so boom! crash! and you’re waving away smoke with whirring fingers, palms. eyes scan over through the helmet, glance her over, tick, tick, tick, and you start to assess– normally raised body temperature is lowered, vital signs are limited, pain threshold has reached past maximum and become a regularity, seemed to plateau. “no need. all taken care of. perimeter cleared out, situation under control. –those shackles on you are intelligible metal, enough to become aware of your powers peaking and declining and adjust as such. they’re neutralizing you. now hold still so i can get them off, and then i’m going to need you to– scale back, soldier, yeah? you look rough.”

[praecedens]

     vulnerability isn’t something she’s comfortable with; it’s rare for another soul to see her in a moment of anything other than sheer confidence. that cocky attitude is there for a reason. it’s been about twenty years since she learned from maria what it meant to express emotion willingly. today? carol doesn’t have the capacity to maintain her front. right now she is tired & angry; “ yea but -- “ she’ll quote an old, dear friend here, “ how’s my hair? “ a wince, a grimace of pain as alana undoes her shackles. oh, the relief that floods her when at last her hands are free. 

     she can stand. that much she can do, even if it takes everything left in her to keep upright, to keep the sway from being too apparent. alna says the threat is neutralized, & carol trusts her enough to not question it. without an enemy to fight, there’s no adrenaline & with no adrenaline, the darkness is creeping into her vision. a step, knee buckles & she stumbles sideways, slams into the wall -- “ please tell me you made it hurt. “ the death or capture of whoever was responsible for this. brown eyes turn to the other, nostrils flaring to keep herself from panting in exertion. “ i’m going to be honest, tin butt, i don’t think i’m going to be able to fly without bombing out of the sky in about five minutes. “ she hates to ask it, she doesn’t want to -- hell, she hates that she has to. asking for help isn’t her thing. still, she holds out a hand wordlessly.

[praecedens]

toendwar‌:

Dinosaurs. They make fine friends. Even when you have to chastise them for trying to eat your other friends. 

Oh! Carol kisses her, and it’s like sprinkles atop ice cream. Very delicate, yet it makes the treat so much sweeter. There’s talk of hamburgers, but Diana is keen to press her lips against Carol’s mouth again. It’s always such a sensation to feel how well they fit. 

❝ Mmmm. Let’s go to our favorite place. ❞ The one around the corner. Where you had your first date. Where Diana’s fingers explored between your legs while you licked ketchup from your lips.

     their favorite place is just so for many reasons, & carol’s mind wanders her memories to relish each of them as diana kisses her once more. “ you read my mind. “ she was hoping you’d say that, she’s been craving a meal from there for days. “ & perhaps we can relive some old memories? “ it’s playful, tongue swiping against diana’s lip amidst another kiss.

     she’ll pull away, only to link their ingers together & to lead diana outside, into the warm sun & cozy breeze. it’s a perfect day to enjoy together. “ last one there has to pay? “