#chestbloom

[archivaltm]

❝ so  are  you  going  to  tell  me  what  smells  so  delicious  or  is  it  a  surprise? ❞   //  @chestbloom​  ( plotted  starter ) 

[archivaltm]

❝ — just  a  guess,  but  i  thought  you  might  need  this, ❞  two  steaming  cups  of  coffee  are  easily  balanced  in  dexterous  hands  as  mia  folds  herself  through  tim’s  window.  boots  navigate  various  piles  of  stuff  as  she  makes  her  way  to  the  man  currently  engrossed  in  a  yarn  web  craft  project.  ❝ just  how  you  like  it....  i  think. ❞  //   @chestbloom​  ( plotted starter )

[archivaltm]

❝ i  can’t  give  the  tickets  back  clark, ❞  lois  lets  her  voice  drop  a  little,  sultry  teasing  meant  to  capture  his  attention  away  from  his  notebook.  ❝  —  but  i  suppose  if  you’d  rather  stay  in...  i  could  rummage  up  a  substitute  date. ❞  //  @chestbloom​

[scarfwere]

" look at me... it's my job to keep you safe. alright? part of that involves taking a bullet every now and then. " from scott

He couldn’t resist the blink of confusion on his features then. The mask of utter shock that takes over. He understood that to an extent. It’s not the first time it’s happened. Perhaps all of his life people have been trying to protect him. Camden. Derek. Now, Scott. And each time it’s happened, it still knocks the wind out of him. 

As if somehow, he might not deserve it. 

Because after all, each time he’s lost them one way or another. He’s not sure if he can handle that with Scott. 

Scott of all people. No. He can’t. 

He grips the front of the other’s bleeding shirt. “ No. No more bullets. I fucking hate it here. Let’s get you home. “

on the run prompts   :   @chestbloom .

[dishoomtmarch]

LISTEN, i am in love with each and every single thing you do? no matter where you go, i will follow and that's love, puta. AND i love the depth you bring him? reading the inner monologue stuff, his feelings and reactions are just *chefs kiss*, i'm absolutely in love with him and i stand by what i said, most of my muses would give him forehead kisses and mouth kisses. you're doing a great job, icb ❤️😍🥰💕😘

                    @chestbloom .

BITCH !!!     MI  AMORCITO .     it  makes  me  so  happy  to  be  friends  with  u ,  and  write  cool  ( &  sometimes  cursed )  things  together .     ily ,  throw  ur  muses  @  ki.ngo  ‘cause  he’s  a  coward  and  won’t  act  up  KJKSDJKJKW

[primechosen]

I MEAN, like what's not to like? you're capturing her compassion, her speech, and just everything she is in your writing? its one of things i love most about following you on all your blogs is that you do such a phenomenal job no matter what muse your writing? you bring such a uniqueness to each character, you blend the canon with your own hc's and interpretation. it's beautiful to read.

HEY... THIS RIGHT HERE? ILLEGAL. g o d i just... you’re making me Extra Weak tonight. i just, everyone kinda merging together is always what i’m worried about when adding onto my damn army roster? but aH that’s such a relief, thank you so so so much!! i love you so much and i’m so freaking glad that we met and have been able to scream about this many characters? you’re incredible and i’m just sending u all the virtual hugs, pls accept them :gun: 

@chestbloom​     ▸▸▸      beep beep, how’s my portrayal?

[archivaltm]

❝ thank  you  for  the  invitation   —  and  the  drink,  although  i  have  to  assume  this  isn’t  just  a  social  call. ❞   /  @chestbloom​​  (unsolicited  starter)

[ofrevival]

@chestbloom​  ( roy )  :  [ STOP ]  sender takes receiver’s hand to stop them from walking away from them.

he  really  should’ve  known  better  than  to  think  it  would  be  as  simple  as  just,   leaving.   he’s  never  been  good  at  this ;   give  him  a  small  army  to  wage  war  with,   thugs  to  beat  into  the  concrete   —   each  faced  down  with  every  ounce  of  stubborn  willpower  he  possessed  and  not  an  inch  of  ground  given  up.

but  plant  him  in  the  face  of  earnest  care  and  he’s  knocked  with  little  to  no  grace  from  his  sure  footing.   ( roy  shouldn’t  even  be  out  here,   why  is  he  out  here — ).

maybe  it’s  the  surprise  that  sticks  the  red  hood  to  the  spot,   as  much  as  the  hand  wrapped  firmly  around  his  glove ;   as  much  as  what’s  being  asked  of  him,   what  he’s  not  being  allowed  to  walk  away  from.     “ i  don’t —   roy  are  you  seriously  asking  me  not  to  do  my  job  right  now? ”