#atheeos

[strattosphaere]

‘i was just resting my eyes.’ from auggie. ( i need to work on an au, but he's an engineering physicist on project hail mary )

FOR A BRIEF MOMENT, she does consider pouring one of her coffees in his lap——— which would certainly have woken him up just as well. but then that would likely be considered battery & does she not already have enough legal conflicts floating around? (CERTAINLY ENOUGH TO NOT ASS POTENTIAL INJURIES DONE TO ONE OF HER WORKERS TO THE LIST.) the firm shake of his swivel chair & clearing her throat would have to suffice & they had . . . now unfortunately august is not the worst engineer on the team & good personnel is hard to find, even when you're not exactly giving them the option of saying no. "i'm sure you were," eva says, the quirk of her eyebrows making it apparent that the excuse, spontaneous as it had come to him, did not have the desired effect. as it so often is, when the excuse you land on is the oldest in the book. "but don't worry, the upcoming ice time is certain to wait until after your little nap. do continue." & perhaps it's a notion to snappy but it does not take away from the uncomfortable truth they are all burdened with: time is a finite resource & it is trickling through their fingers at a rapid pace. / RESIDENT EVIL REQUIEM STARTERS   FEAT.   @atheeos      [ACCEPTING]

[ownlore]

gansey had been in the middle of something. some would say he was always in the middle of something— a new theory, a new location, a new thought. something always an arm's length away from him, always just far away enough to be out of his reach. this was another night that would last till 4 am, gansey observed to himself when the clock on the table struck 2:03 am. the lamplight flickeried with the might of its last remaining breaths, the maps laden out around him like a flattened, vanquished fort.

❛   you know, when I die … bury me under the pond in the yard.    ❜ @atheeos said quietly, without any ceremony, as though he'd asked for a glass of water.

the words landed somewhere in the vicinity of gansey's chest and stayed there, the way heavy things do when there is nowhere for them to go. gansey should have learned during all these years together that ronan lynch usually said things that mattered the most in exactly this register. whether that made him entirely brave or entirely devastating, gansey hadn't decided yet. his gaze darted around from the piece of paper in his hand, to the brick walls, to anywhere that was not ronan.

he decided for the paper again, a reliable companion. ❛   the pond.   ❜ the word was repeated, as if carefully feeling for solid ground. ❛   can I ask why? just to make sure I get it right.   ❜

there is water under the bridge ... accepting!

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thank you valleyyyyyyyy 🥺

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🎵 + 18. for matthias.

song number 18 on matthias's playlist is... an act of kindness by bastille!

i feel like this one is relatively self explanatory LMAO. deeply repressed guy who is very much not used to people showing genuine kindness to him, not knowing to handle it and fully trust that this kindness doesn't come with some kind of hidden agenda. it honestly makes him feel so much worse because he immediately thinks that this is on purpose somehow. he's slowly learning how to accept help and generosity without immediately being suspicious but given that he's been dismissed and treated with thinly veined contempt for most of his life, it's a looooong process.

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1, 2, 5 !

1. What is your favorite trope to rp?

oh damn. i'm an absolute sucker for slow burn romance and childhood friends to lovers. evidently, i love a revenant / character who is in between alive and dead, and how they deal with that reality (the whole idea of coming back wrong). characters who are doomed and struggling against fate / self determination, aka the narrative hehe. personally, i'll always prefer scifi and horror over fantasy despite my current flavour of muses. i also love doing letter threads!! i haven't done them in so long but they are sooooo much fun.

2. Name 3 things you admire about OCs.

i simply love the sheer amount of worldbuilding and nuance you can get with an oc, it's so much fun to listen to what someone else has cooked up just for themselves!! i think that ocs often reflect on the writer a lot more than a canon (even if they are heavily modified) just because that's the guy from Your Brain and there's that whole thing about putting pieces of yourself into the characters you write. i love getting to learn about someone through their ocs. and i also love how ocs grow and evolve over time, as someone who has ocs on this blog that i've had since early high school, and when you can tell that the writer's love for them hasn't faded over that time. if there are no fans of ocs, i'm dead.

5. What is a character you love, but don’t think you can write?

i was actually struggling to think of someone! most of the time, if i really like a character, i'll usually pick them up to write. i've thought about arcade gannon from fallout but don't think i could quite get his voice right or bring anything that interesting to him. mara sov from destiny falls under the same category. for how much i love the magnus archives, i also don't think i could really pull off any of the characters despite pondering adding jane prentiss to the roster many a time.

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plots please ❤️

i belieeeeeve we discussed bryde and jesse once upon a time but if not i am beaming them directly into your head. it would be incredibly funny if (assuming the hiss lockdown does end post-aw2) jesse comes out after being trapped in the oldest house for almost five years to learn abt bryde and the dreamers. she just wants a regular night sleep. i do think it would be very interesting for them to meet under the initial assumption that jesse is like the previous directors, or at least trench, only to learn she has her own paranatural entity in her head. plus a chance for her to demonstrate that she was also fucked over by the bureau and is treating things differently. (alt: i also have darling. he should not be trusted to interact with any parautilitarians after dylan but i have him! /lh)

i am suuuper interested in your lore for the world before, and both my dnd gorls have quasi-modern verses that retain some of their fantasy elements. william and tallulah could potentially get along, she is a bit of a vagabond (read: trying to figure out what the fuck she's doing with her life) and is the least qualified person you could know to be reading tarot cards. perfectly capable of wandering into a magic artefact shop and potentially getting in over her head.

mini bonus ideas:

i have vague grisha-verses for most fantasy muses + bucky and ethan if there are any muses you really wanna write, we can smush them together that way.

incredibly funny if laureline and red met. and maybe kissed. and maybe [i am dragged off stage with a comically oversized hook]

[katsyed]

❝ i can't even say he deceived me. i knew exactly what he was. ❞ fred about riley? for any of your twilight muses. 👀

she  knows  it  is  the  story  of  most  their  kind  ―  suddenly  set  aflame  with  a  single  bite...  she  remembers  the  heat  and  the  embers  kindled  at  her  neck.  the  thrashing  limbs  and  breaking  nails,  clawing  to  be  released  from  a  white  clothed  coffin  ―  his  strength,  like  a  tombstone,  pinning  esmerelda  to  her  hospital  bed...

"  ―  and  yet  it  hurts  all  the  same.  "  she admits, her  voice warm unlike  the  fingertips  now wrapping  about  his  hand,  offering  a  tender  squeeze  of  reassurance.  brows  knead  into  a  frown,  sincerity  sketched  into  each  delicate  line  of  esme's  face.  "  i'm  sorry  it  has  happened  to  you  this  way, too.  " 

[atheeos]

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