#crowsandmalachite

[pardonthepoisoned]

CROWSANDMALACHITE ASKED

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“Is this seat taken?”

Dean looked up at the words and shook his head. “Naw. Siddown. Get comfy.” He moved over so he wasn’t quite as close. “I’m not saving it for anybody.”

[doctorscrders-a]

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salt meme.           |           accepting.

█ ║► I understand that people consider Angela to be boring, or generic, you know, the whole “average white woman is kind and helps people” complaint, but I can’t see it.

AT ALL. LIKE AT ALL, AT ALL.

there are complaints i’ve seen calling her a mary sue because of the child prodigy thing, but i think it gives her far more value than that…

effectively she chooses at the age of seven to dedicate her life to science, and just study, which as a direct result has made her a genius, but emotionally and socially speaking has meant she’s effectively had to play catch up, and made her directly a like a big kid.

and these flaws, these threads, that I can see, serve to make her very interesting. she’s selfish, arrogant, acts like she’s still in her early 20′s, has trouble emotionally connecting to people and has aligned herself with a group of exceptional individuals exclusively because she saw a chance at having people she could relate to.

i think writing flawed characters, effectively allows the author to create a character study out of them, and being able to see those flaws and discuss them and give the muse direct character development by overcoming them or being honest about them, makes the character far less infallible than any run of the mill perfect protagonist.

[simple-geometry-blog]

@crowsandmalachite | | > Plotted a Starter 

If anything, Hanzo attempted to avoid public transportation. At least, the kind that he had to be on for a long time. It was quiet on the train running toward the shores of San Francisco, aiming for a plane to fly him back to Europe. A watchpoint was there, meant to be the place where Overwatch was slowly reforming to combat recent terroristic events. It was one of the few times he’d been in America. 

Even now, he battled with himself on whether or not to go. He thought about it every time the train made a stop, thinking of simply disembarking and immersing himself in the world of mercenaries again. It was only stubbornness that kept him in his seat, only his will that kept him from running again.

Headphones sit in his ears, opening his to look at the other passengers. Most gave him an odd glance but not much more. He saw a couple kissing in a corner seat, a man reading the news on an electric pad, two kids looking to be incredibly bored. A young woman with brown hair and eyes he could tell have seen a lot was the only civilian of interest. 

[theycallmemrgluskin]

Cobwebs and Rainbows [starter for Crowsandmalachite]

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It was one of those days again as Eddie sat down nearby in the abandoned area and pulled out a small sewing kit as he began to stitch up a small patch on his pants. Unfortunately he’d gotten caught in a situation regarding pushing and defending a payload.

Not that Eddie really enjoyed those things but they ended up adding to his whole ‘travel stories’. Humbling to himself he never once expecting anyone to come up on him, seeing as the area was so abandoned.

[gluskin-the-groom-blog]

🏝 LONELY

Emotions Meme | @crowsandmalachite

🏝 - LONELY

Eddie has been pretty much alone for most of his life. He never had many friends as a child, and if he did then they weren’t particularly close to him. Most of the time, being alone doesn’t bother him, 

But, when he’s feeling lonely, feeling the ache of an absent person in his life, he’ll initially try to distract himself from the emotions. Sewing has always been a hobby for him, and music helps sometimes as well. All the while he’d be silently reassuring himself that his perfect bride will come to him, in time. And he wouldn’t be lonely when he had her.

[smallertowngirl-blog]

Dancing in the Dark (closed starter)

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The weekend ritual was always the same. Since Clarice had started her business, it had always been the same. The people came in their Sunday best, ready in their scented oils and coloring themselves with pigment and elements that probably weren’t healthy for themselves in the long run. They lined up for hours outside her temple to join her festivities, diluting themselves in drinks and other substances to reach a new level of contentiousness that fed her existence.

As the people filtered into the club, Clarice started making her rounds. First to the DJ to make sure his set was running smooth, and giving the first payment to his people. Next, she made it to the staff and bartenders and ensuring the bar was as ready as possible. And finally, checking in with the bouncers and keeping their policies in check. No minors, call taxi’s and confiscate keys from people too intoxicated to drive, but turn a blind eye to those they had to. It was her night again, and it always ran smoothly.

[sunshine-lynn-blog]

closed for @crowsandmalachite​

The past two weeks had been grueling for Lynn, to say the least. Days and days of hiding in alleyways, sleeping with one eye open, constantly surveying the area with her mind. By some miracle, she’d managed to avoid getting killed - or worse, recaptured by IMP.

She’d rather die than go back with them.

Lynn never slept in one place for more than a night, and she never stayed in the same town for long. The fact that all the towns down South were so spaced out and far away was both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, no one ever recognized her. On the other, she’d walk for hours, sometimes all day and night, just to get to some 24-hour gas station with a bathroom and food.

She ducked behind a building as a car sped past, clutching her meager bag of supplies to her chest. It was torturously slow going, but it was absolutely necessary. One could never be too careful, obviously.

Lynn was just about to move back into the light when she heard something- a noise. Not a car passing, or a small animal shuffling around, but a human noise. A short clattering, as if someone had walked into or tripped over a metal garbage can, accompanied by what sounded like a string of curse words muttered under someone’s breath.

Lynn’s heart froze in her chest. It was another person, and they were undoubtedly moving closer. In fact, they were just about to turn the corner and come face to face with her. 

She gripped her trusty baseball bat with two trembling hands. Maybe it was just a homeless person looking for food. Maybe it was a garbage collector.

Or maybe it was someone from IMP.

Whoever it was, she’d be ready for them.

[pardonthepoisoned]

@crowsandmalachite asked:

“Who are you?”

Dean had been expecting a much longer fight, a harder one, and... Then most of the work was done for him and there was a girl in the corner covered in blood and clearly shaking.

“I... Hi. I’m Dean Winchester,” he said. “I’m a hunter, I was supposed to... I had information... Information on a coven... But I think... I think that’s wrong... I’m sorry, I might be in the wrong place, I’m trying to figure this out on my own...”