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prison escape - written with @maskedprisoner [finished, trigger warning for slight derealization/unreality] wings are your kismet - written with @sootsunrise [starter sent] tell me i'm a bad man, kick me like a stray - written with @sapituscanpvp [finished, trigger warnings for: violence, blood, major injury, minor injury, and death mentions] carved out hearts make for excellent homes - written with @memorybooks [in progress] the pull of tension's empathy - written with @smp-archivist & ? [in progress, possible trigger warnings for violence] hypixel's pacted one - written with @fowlblackjack [in progress, trigger warnings for: violence, blood, possible injury] the sun in your hands; warm and bright - written with @angelxxreaper nameless; set ablaze - written with ? [in progress, timeskip retcon]

[flowersandfidelity]

@dcusrclicta​

                “Are you causing trouble again?”

[tickerharta]

“i swear, mate. the idea of romance just generally makes me uncomfortable. and being in a healthy relationship,” he even made air quotes with his fingers in emphasis, “doesn’t change that.” // @endxinxflames ( ft. baz. )

[lacernatus-blog1]

starter call -- @extirpeur

this was bound to happen eventually, and deep in his bones, ienzo knew that the inevitability was unavoidable. he hadn’t anticipated it being here, on some foreign world that seemed less a sanctuary and more a prison, but there is only so many conclusions one can come to with so little information.

but if anyone might know anything, it would be the organization.

“i don’t suppose you have any ulterior motives for visiting me you’d care to share, do you?” larxene has always been a dual-edged sword, easy to read (to a degree) but hard to pin down. he does regret it, sometimes, not doing more himself to step in during the events at castle oblivion; but he also knows that nothing would have ever swayed those two from their chosen path.

perhaps it was their flagrant betrayal that fueled the small kernel of anger in his heart, such a foreign feeling. it had been so long since he was angry... he felt no loyalty to the organization anymore, yet he felt this way. why? it wasn’t as though he owned xemnas any favors. 

and yet, and yet, and yet.

“it has always been fascinating that curiosity lingers even with the absence of the heart. you were always the prime example of that, XII.”

[arebelnow]

            His arrival had been more of a graceful crash than an emergency landing. Smoke and sparks sputtered in the cockpit as Bodhi struggled to detach himself from the ship. He gasped for breath as he pried open his X-wing’s canopy and found that the fresh air outside was just as suffocating. The oxygen was too rich for his lungs that were accustomed to the thin, brittle winds of Jedha. 

            But Bodhi ignored the panic beginning to fester beneath his ribs and peered over the edge of the cockpit at his copilot.

            ❝ R4? ❞ he choked.

            No response. 

            ❝ R4, you alright? ❞

            Nothing.

            His astromech’s black conical head camouflaged her against the dark green walls that surrounded them, but Bodhi could see her outline. She was still rooted in her socket by the engine, but what frightened the pilot was that all her lights were off.

            R4 hadn’t made a sound since her terrified squawks during their breach of the planet’s atmosphere and eventual collision with the tops of too-tall trees. A primal fear gnashed at Bodhi’s nerves at the thought of being lost here without her.

            The Jedhan hoisted himself free of his seat and winced as his legs dropped to the soft earth. 

            ❝ R4? ❞ He held himself steady against the X-wing and came up the astromech’s side. Close now, Bodhi could make out the dents and scratches their descent through the jungle canopy had caused. 

            ❝ Oh, R4... ❞  The pilot reached out for his friend, ❝ I’m so sor- ❞ The moment Bodhi’s skin made contact, the astromech’s lights flickered to life. She snapped her head in his direction and rocked from side-to-side as she chastised him with a series of angry boops.

            ❝ I know, I know. I’m sorry, but I had no choice. ❞ Bodhi knew reasoning with her was a lost cause once her circuits were riled up but he needed her to run diagnostics if they were to have a chance at escape.  ❝ Listen, I’m going to have a look around. I need you to take care of the ship while I’m gone, see what needs to be repaired. Okay? ❞

            The astromech paused, then started to shiver violently and chitter in protest. 

            ❝ No, no, you'll be alright. ❞ Bodhi stripped off his jacket and tucked it over the droid’s head.  ❝ What can’t see you, can’t hurt you. ❞

It was a cruel lie. But the placebo appeared to comfort R4 as he could see her shivers subside and her prob peered out from under his coat as she began to her work with an anxious doot.

            ❝ I’ll be back soon. I promise. ❞ 

@bretttal ▸ ( x )

[tickerharta]

@nosestealer hadestown: part 2 ​

“Clovis’ cabin is that way, though I’d advise against entering without backup or at least someone to wake you up.” She points towards the cabin nearest to her own. “My siblings and I are pretty powerful but man, Clo is on a whole other level!” Lou Ellen respects Hypnos’ children. That’s for sure. “Plan B: ask Clo to get you something to help you sleep. Preferably in your own cabin.”

Sleepless nights were always a problem, and he still had to find the right side of the bed in order to wake up less grouchy with more energy to socialise within camp. Danny squinted to see where the cabin was and made a mental note to drop by later on. “I’ll have to stick with Plan B. I haven’t got enough chums yet to tag along and wake me up - and I don’t really fancy passing out in someone else’s cabin.” He said sheepishly. “But great advice, thanks.” And he was about to shuffle away when he remembered what Chiron had told him about making new friends. “You’re a cabin counselor, right? Hecate’s?”

[flowersandfidelity]

                       @striithasynja​ from here.

               “It is a very long tale, I’ll try to be as quick and plain about it as I can..” Sigyn inhaled deeply, buying herself a few moments to figure out how to repeat herself once more and paraphrase it in a clear enough manner. “You know.. politics mostly.. My mother is incredibly unhappy with my grandfather’s first choice of my betrothed. She wishes me to marry someone more... warrior-esque.” She paused, wondering if Sif had heard the same rumour she’d heard on her previous visit to Asgard. Her fingers tightened on the grip of her bow, anxiously.

[flowersandfidelity]

                           @jotunheimrunt

​           She was late. So very late! Sigyn ran from the warriors’ training grounds toward the castle. Unlike in Asgard, the warriors didn’t train on the castle grounds. It ruined the ambience of the scenery. And HOW her grandfather enjoyed entertaining the rest of the realms, and she was expected to keep up with his galas and parties. Every little tea and lunch he had. Which, wasn’t hard.. normally.

          Her hands worked quickly as she whispered the spell, taught to her long ago by her uncle, wiping the dirt off her knees. Clearing the smell of sweat from her dress. The sheen in her red hair. An On The Run Cleaning spell. Perfect for the multitasking crown princess. Between her archery, sorcery studies, and speaking with nobles. She needed it.

         She saw the envoy of Jotuns standing at the balcony overlooking the garden she was using as a shortcut, the young lady stopped her run to a brisk walk. She’d been seen, and there was little she could do now other than take.. whatever if any punishment she received. Likely, the embarrassment of being late would be all she gained. Climbing the stairs two and three at a time, she slowed to a stop next to her grandfather, King Njord. Pretending to not be out of breath. “My apologies, Your Majesties.” She offered no excuse for her tardiness, the bow tucked behind her back in one hand as she offered a curtsy with her words.