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@rekoning-moved
[ #REKONING. ] an independent canon + original character multi. primary muses feat. BODHI ROOK ( prev. rookierebel ), BUCKY BARNES ( prev. readapt ), CINNA PETREIUS ( prev. cqnna ), CINTA KAZ, KANG DAE-HO + ROCKET RACCOON. request muses are available, but will be lower priority + only written in canon unless plotted otherwise.
affiliated with : SUNWALKS.
¹ CARRD. © ² MOBILE INFO.
request muses under the cut ( updated 24/07 ) :
the riz news has just spurred this decision on, but i've moved over to a new blog. there's been a tiny muse overhaul, bodhi + cinta have moved to request ( i love cinta but she's such a niche muse </3 ) and i plan on being more private / friends only this time around.
there are... quite a few of you here, which is very flattering, but i really need to prioritise a smaller space for my own sanity and energy. going to focus more on building deeper dynamics too, so if that sounds like smth you'd be interested in then feel free to follow over 🧡
the riz news has just spurred this decision on, but i've moved over to a new blog. there's been a tiny muse overhaul, bodhi + cinta have moved to request ( i love cinta but she's such a niche muse </3 ) and i plan on being more private / friends only this time around.
there are... quite a few of you here, which is very flattering, but i really need to prioritise a smaller space for my own sanity and energy. going to focus more on building deeper dynamics too, so if that sounds like smth you'd be interested in then feel free to follow over 🧡
was going to be here but i've been staring into the middle distance for what feels like hours trying to process the fact that r.iz a.hmed has signed onto a hp project
still thinking abt this honestly... ik actor ≠ character but i'm having a hard time separating riz from bodhi which sucks bc he'll always be one of my fave muses ( with riz prev being one of my fave actors ) but i'm not sure i can look at him the same way now. might remove bodhi from my muses for the time being until i figure out if i want to keep writing him when the news isn't as fresh and i don't feel as sad abt it 💔
was going to be here but i've been staring into the middle distance for what feels like hours trying to process the fact that r.iz a.hmed has signed onto a hp project
i am home! going to catch up on everything tomorrow, maybe do a sort out of my following and try and lock in on replies / starters / plotting this week <3
me when i found out earlier that n.cuti has been cast as a fashion designer in a project ( my cinna agenda is spreading )
hiatus until ( sometime ) next week. i go on holiday on weds so won't be around much, if at all, until i get back. i might reply to a message here and there but i didn't manage to wrangle a queue together so i won't be on dash. see u on the flip side <3
jordan fisher being an absolute dork on stream
samson.
johnny had hoped to wander in without causing too much of a scene, briefly weaving through idle patrons with intent on getting from the door to bar top. on his second trip there in one week, he hadn’t come for socializing or the occasional burn only alcohol could provide. all he really wanted was to see a certain face in charge, that night he’d gotten his wish. for once.
mouth opened to speak on his approach, though samson beat him to it. jaw clamped shut and lashes fluttered in mild surprise, he supposed expecting a divergence would’ve been wise. keep it under wraps, right. clearing his throat, head bobbed in quiet obligation as he slid onto nearby stool. his own expression gave way to a silent relax, same page. this guy had saved his life, the least he could do was behave and not immediately bring it into light.
" manhattan’s fine. " an answer, not often he partook in consumption due to risks of impairment, an exception could be made. some sort of lump formed itself in johnny’s throat as he settled into his seat, hands folded over themselves whilst thumb ran over knuckles. he wouldn’t press right away, nor draw attention toward the elephant into the room right away. that would be incredibly rude. " busy night? "
JOHNNY SLIPS ONTO A STOOL AS IF HE BELONGS THERE the same way samson instinctively moves to collect the ingredients he needs for a manhattan, cocktail glass set to chill with an ice cube inside while he begins pouring alcohol into a shaker. ❛ on and off. ❜ a light shrug, the hint of a smile, dash of bitters coating and combining with the ice cubes as he starts to stir everything together, ❛ i've seen worse. this is quiet in comparison. ❜
drink is strained with practiced ease and garnished with a cherry, samson finally making eye contact as he sets the manhattan in front of johnny, ignoring the way his stomach twists, the need to uphold his walls battling internally with the fact he was, honestly, happy to see him in one piece.
the news reports had been over-sensationalised, johnny's injuries — many of which he'd healed himself — played up for the hero angle, his fantastical powers to thank for his swift recovery. it would have been laughable were samson not waiting for the other shoe to drop, but as the news cycle moved on without his involvement, he'd begun to relax. until now. ❛ it's on the house ❜ he nods towards the drink, genuine warmth softening his expression as it overrides his nerves, voice dropping to a level meant only for the two of them, ❛ i'm glad you're okay. ❜
seeing f4 in an hour after i impulse bought a ticket... am so ready for the vibes i need this so bad
s.uperman 🤝 f4 being wholesome movies that made me walk out w my heart full and remembering why i love superheroes in the first place
seeing f4 in an hour after i impulse bought a ticket... am so ready for the vibes i need this so bad
[ A RUINING. A RECKONING. ] an independent canon + original character multi-muse. written by rey. ©
since the lights had flickered out, dae-ho had been futilely attempting to sleep. guilt compounded and clung to the bottom of his stomach like a bad ache. he has failed everyone, and the weight of said failure stings. the same same misfiring of the IV grade in bodily evaluation: congenital cowardice, dereliction of his machismo. realization rapidly settled in that he'd be unable to rest without iniquity searing into his skin, and pipe dream is subsequently abandoned with no further consideration. seated position is hunched forward, knees pulled tightly against his chest, shrinking himself away against the thin mattress of his bunk.
rapid thrum of his heart rate is telltale; despair has not relinquished its grip on him. worsened it, if anything. breathing is nigh impossible as he feebly swallows down nausea, digging crescents into the heel of his palm until indentation in the flesh stings. his free hand palliates at the top of his knee, soothing gesture that serves only to rub his palm raw amidst his distress.
tone of hyun-ju's voice cuts through his emotional rampart. night-time conversations are nothing novel; constant reminder of his failures, slithering to his bedside in the dead of night as to not implicate his sisters in bearing witness to his mistreatment. he knows to brace for it, now, involuntary in his head lowering as hyun-ju settles into his space. there is nothing he can say as a remedy, and every hapless apology for his inadequacy had been muttered and repeated like static hours ago.
❛❛ i'm sorry. ❜❜
THE SICKLY YELLOW LIGHT CAST BY THE PIGGY-BANK RAISED ALOFT LIKE A THING TO WORSHIP did nothing but distort slumbering shapes, painting pallor onto dae-ho's distress, evident in his posture that bows as she draws near. his apology lingers in the air, thin and desperate, and hyun-ju exhales a soft sigh in response, absently rubbing a spot on her wrist that ached from earlier repetition of squeezing a trigger.
❛ i know. ❜ words linger in the back of her throat — i'm not the one you should be apologising to — but they're swallowed down for the time being, her tone deliberately even and free of accusation, ❛ what happened, dae-ho ? ❜ her throat aches further as if recalling how — fearing the worst — hyun-ju had screamed the same name down the radio repeatedly in desperation only to be met with static-filled silence, ❛ why didn't you come back ? ❜
STARTER FOR : cinna ( @rekoning )
future gamemaker.
the pseudo-title follows him throughout the party — inescapable in the way its shackled to him with every admiring look, every tittering compliment, every hand on his shoulder and saccharine whisper asking if he can give any hints on what the 74th games will hold. his golden smile, an elusive response, the bitter taste that never leaves his mouth : it's a dance jayce knows far better than he would like as he mingles with the crowd, counting the seconds until he can escape to the relative safety of his lab. he knows better than to try to leave early ; snow would no doubt find out, and the leash was always tightest in the weeks leading up to and including the games.
he extracts himself from his present conversation, making a slow but deliberate path towards the drinks. his eyes sweep the room almost idly, unremarkable to anyone who doesn't know what they're looking for. the crowd isn't unfamiliar —he's been subject to this for far too many years to not commit faces to memory, to know who he had to guard his tongue against extra tightly— but it holds even fewer friendly faces. plutarch is entertaining a knot of capitolites with an ease jayce could never hope to imitate ( though try he does ). he lets his gaze slip away, never lingering unlike the conversation they had prior : mr. talis, i hear you're looking for a new tailor ...
the sparkling array of drinks fans out before him, jayce coming to a graceful halt as he pretends to mull over which one he wants. it's not really the drinks that drew him here anyway, but the man beside them — standing out in the way he's quietly understated. " cinna, isn't it ?? " he picks a drink at random. it's not like he's going to drink it anyway. alcohol never took the edge off for him : just replaced it with jitters and anxiety that made everything worse. cue a winning smile and a hand extended, " jayce talis. "
HIS ASCENT AS STYLIST HAS BEEN SWIFT AND SUDDEN. not something he'd ever aspired to or thought to embody, the deliberate avoidance of the games his own private rebellion. but one conversation with plutarch had changed that. shifted his view, alluded to a way to help tributes from poorer districts to gain equal footing with those that begin as careers. a way to use his talents for good.
he'd specifically chosen twelve. they were a joke in many circles : often overlooked, often dismissed before their chariot rolled out of the remake centre. twelve had the most stylist vacancies, many either moving on to "bigger and better" districts after their first games, or to new prospects entirely. they deserved better than his predecessors, names that fall from brightly coloured lips in alcohol-fuelled mirth when he's introduced as the latest district twelve stylist. cinna would see to it that they wouldn't be forgotten.
he'd grown up with all the pomp and circumstance that came with being a petreius, and yet the build up to the 74th games was wearing at his carefully controlled demeanour, a brief reprieve sought in a corner furthest away from the clumps of capitolites that ooze gratuitous excitement. the glass in one hand is being used as a prop, something to make him look more involved with the party than he wanted to be. cinna's debating how long before he could make his excuses to leave when a voice draws his attention, familiarity sharpening into recognition as he turns to see who'd spoken.
❛ i know who you are. ❜ the words are laced with an appropriate level of warm respect as he transitions flawlessly back into the model capitol citizen, taking the proffered hand with ease, ❛ it's an honour. your work is truly revolutionary. ❜
if you see me liking smth u tagged me in a month ago... pls know that i prob read the post, screamed abt it in my head, and then forgot to actually like / react </3
THE PARK BENCH THEY'RE SHARING IS IN WHAT SHE'S JOKINGLY DUBBED 'NEUTRAL GROUND'. neither near the hospital or the restaurant, his apartment or hers — a green space that simply was, with no prior memories attached. rare days off still meant rising early, carmy no exception, which is why the babka in the brown paper bag between them was fresh from a nearby bakery, steam rising from the opening of their coffee cups and mixing with the cool morning air.
@burnedown : i still haven't processed it all. i don't know that i will.
her sweater smells like him. it still fits in the way she remembers, soft and comforting, pulled on earlier with the sort of childish glee that accompanied the receiving of a gift. the sleeves — still slightly too long — have been tugged habitually over her hands, cupped as they are around her coffee, the muted warmth seeping into her fingertips. carmy's voice is quiet, his gaze distant ; claire's eyes don't move from his face, wanting to reach out as a reflex of comfort, but not wanting to overstep her own self-imposed boundaries.
❛ it's a lot. ❜ she says instead after a beat, an obvious fact when faced with how gargantuan an effort it had seemed to wring out an apology from carmy, and how — like mother like son — an apology from donna felt earth-shattering. the berzatto's were more stress-inducing than a medical ward on july 4th, their dynamics as unstable, and yet her heart ached with affection for them both. healing was never linear, but the first step was always the hardest. ❛ do you think you'll visit again ? ❜
