#csilentium

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From HERE.

Kekipi looked to the two brothers, examining the looks on their faces as she dressed herself with clothes that were packed in a hiking bag. She had disrobed before she had turned and stored everything in there so it wouldn’t rip. Spare clothes there as well for every day use and just in case she had to turn with her clothes on. 

She hummed softly in response, zipping up the cargo pants and slipping her tank top over her head to put on. “It’s uncomfortable, but it’s nothing compared to the feeling when you first turn as a pup,” she said, planting her hands on her hips as she looked at them. She then smirked, “If that was a trick, I’d be one hell of a magician but it’s no. It’s not a silly trick. Her eyes flickered down, seeing the gun in one of their hands before they flickered back up to them.

The wolf nodded her head towards the one with the gun, “You’d be wise in putting that thing away. And trust me, iron bullets don’t do shit for me. They’re equivalent to poking a sleeping bear. Silver is what does us,” she didn’t have to keep that part secret. If people were into supernatural stories, especially in the movies, it was a known fact.

“Now, is there something you guys need from me?”

@csilentium​

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i just need to tell you how satisfied i am everytime i see your metal gear muses on my dash, good cush, good cush also youre wonderful and i love u k bye <3

I’m still really new to the fandom and trying to write the characters, so I am glad people seem to like what they see TT___TT I weep, all I want is to do them justice. Also I love u 2 Han, YOU’RE SO GREAT OKAY, get into these arms right now.

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@csilentium​ asks ‘ 'passion' for nat from marco mebbe 👁️👄👁️👀 ‘

“W-Where--where is it--!”

Frustration flared bright in the healer’s eyes as blue light emanated from the tips of searching digits, her duty to the oaths she took overriding any sense of politesse and embarrassment. With as much blood as Marco was coated in, there had to be a wound somewhere... and considering the danger he surely had to have faced to get to her, the very least she could do was find the wound it was coming from. There was no time to spare a moment to consider just why the thought of him being injured flooded her with panic, the hollow-in-her-stomach feeling at the idea of him bleeding out--

Oh God, where did that blood come from?!

She swore she heard the faintest rumble of laughter in Marco’s chest as her hands found the collar of that loose-fitting button down, though it suddenly went silent when she bodily yanked it open. It took her a moment to register it, but once blue eyes scanned the ballistic vest and the tan of his exposed skin frantically to find nothing amiss... she became all too aware of the weight of his gaze upon her, how close she was to him. A hard swallow and Natalie slowly, carefully looked up to meet eyes that effectively held her in place as surely as his hands were capable of. The blood that adorned him wasn’t his, she realized--and judging by how no one had burst into the room to keep him from her?

He killed them all--every last one. And he did it for me.

The shock of that realization made her own eyes go wider, a blend of fear and relief and others she dared not name running through her as she remained frozen in place, instinct choosing freeze over fight or flight. He wouldn’t hurt her, she knew, but was that true? Dimly, she was aware of how he rolled his shoulders to shed that shirt, the wet sound it made when it hit the concrete beneath them both--the tingling feeling at the ends of her fingertips as that blue light faded away. There didn’t seem to be enough air in the room for them both, a ludicrous idea on a logical level but there was no logic to think of in Marco’s gaze, the way his lips tugged into a smirk as he took a step closer, then another, hands rising to lay claim to her cheeks with a firm command she was powerless but to obey.

“M-Marco--?” A thumb brushed over her mouth, silencing her with a gentleness she doubted Marco would show anyone else save his brother.

“Shh, mi corazon.” And before she could even think to ask just what that meant in Spanish, he was leaning down, his lips laying claim to hers with a fierceness that didn’t so much erase the world around them as it blew it to blits. A surprised sound was quickly devoured, the blond taking a moment to actually realize that this was happening before she was returning it. It was clumsy at first, inexperienced as she was, but as he backed her into the wall? The heat that had been lurking beneath the surface burst free, her arms wrapping themselves around the back of his neck to pull him in closer. It felt like she was burning up from the inside out, the feeling of his hands abandoning her face to trail down her body leaving trails of fire in their wake--and when he bodily lifted up and guided her thighs to either side of his hips, all the more she could think was that she’d die if he stopped.

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Tumblr is being a huge douche on THIS, THE DAY OF MY DAUGHTER'S WEDD-

Okay it's actually Han's birthday and it's important to me that everyone knows that I adore Han, love them, would probably take at least the graze of a bullet for them, and also hope they have THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER. ily Han!! Sooooo fucking much!!

@csilentium

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!: that classic collapse into someone’s waiting arms / can she collapse into marco's arms? <3

send a symbol, get a drabble . accepting

It wasn’t exactly a secret that the Mariposa was her own personal project – it served the cartel well, sure enough, but Melissa didn’t care about the money laundering aspect at all: she was all about the support and the new chances it offered the girls she had rescued over the years. Hurt and broken shells at first, who had eventually evolved into blooming, beautiful ladies – and that was the sort of transformation that filled her with pride.

No one cared much for what she did with the girls – the police was suitably bought and happy with the favors they had in forms of drinks and company; the cartel wouldn’t harm the daughter of one of their own as long as the bar was profitable and helped the family’s goals; so in a way, the Mariposa existed in a bubble of tranquility and peace even among all the horrible and awful tales that came in from the outside world.

So when Melissa got to the bar that morning and found the body of one of her girls, the fragility of that protected environment became more than apparent. She screamed and broken down into tears almost on the spot, and it was pure luck that Marco had been there to catch her – Melissa fainted a few seconds later, overwhelmed by the emotions and the gruesome picture she had just seen. She had been born in that family, the cartel was her world to a degree – but she had been shielded from the horrors for most of her life.

The butterfly princess, they called her – and in her tower of ivory they had kept Melissa, but it was harder and harder to pretend that there wasn’t blood staining the marble floors now.

When she recovered consciousness, she was on one of the bar couches – there was noise around, people walking and some conversation going on, but she couldn’t focus on anything but for the warm, steady hand of Marco. He had been sitting with her apparently – and his fingers were gently caressing her hair, intertwined with chestnut tresses and soothing her in a way that was immensely helpful to restore her nerves to a more controlled state. The woman wished it had all been a bad dream – Melissa considered trying to go back to sleep and to ignore the world a little while, but…

No luck. The images just kept coming back.

Sighing, she moved – and Marco pulled his hand away, almost respectfully. But she had a smile on her face (even if it was a weak one) when she was once more back in the world of the living, adjusting her body on the couch so she was sitting again, reaching out for his digits and squeezing them gently in a wordless ‘thank you’.

“I feel better, but… Can we just stay here for a little longer?” she asked, eyes darting to where the corpse was and now the poor girl was at least covered by some tablecloths, other men from the cartel whispering among themselves while they prepared to move her elsewhere, “I don’t… Think I can go near them right now.”

A strong, warm hand closed over hers – the soft pat was everything she needed to calm down for the moment.

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@csilentium​ requested a plotted starter

As thought lifetime after lifetime passed beyond Octavia’s closed lids, her mind in stasis always led her back to the same point in time. The bunker would open, and fresh air would fill her lungs only to have her put into another cage. Helpless to stop the ever moving cascade, she merely longed to bask in the suns warmth, fall to the grass, and lay within the flowers. Like a dream, vision hazy, she met the gentle eyes of Niylah, one of her closest confidants. Unable to tell of she were dreaming or awake, she stared at the other with expectations of enlightenment.

"Blodreina..." passed the other woman’s lips and in that moment she knew she was no longer in a deep slumber.

"Did we arrive..?" Octavia - BLODREINA - hoarsely inquired, though could see the hesitation in the blond woman’s averted gaze. She would come to learn of a the journey she and everyone aboard the silent ship had made, of how it never left the dying earth to reach the newfound planet where humanity would awaken and flourish.

Slowly, Octavia sat up with a wary comfort from Niylah of the weakness she may have endured due to the unknown time spent in cryo. With little regard, the red queen would lay her feet on the steel floor and push herself to stand.

The ship - known as ELIGIUS IV - had unknowingly malfunctioned, relying on backup power which remained at a minimum. Only enough power for the pods which housed all the sleeping bodies, and any chance to wake anyone up was left to manual operations. With no one awake to override those functions, everyone lay dormant. Until now...which begged an even bigger question; why?

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@csilentium​ continued from [x]

Calloused and cold, Octavia could still see that look in Gus' eyes. This was a job - to be taken SERIOUSLY and nothing less. And yet, these infrequent moments with Marco had become more frequent, more sought after. He had unlocked pieces of herself that she thought sealed up, releasing the beast from its cage. He was special to her...

Her fingers slid between his, almost tentatively but never losing that strength within she had always relied on in times of strife. His request caused a TINGE OF ROSES to bloom against her cheeks, almost surprised by the reciprocation. A smile pulled the corners of her lip, half grin lingering for a moment before shed respond. If Gus knew even the smallest detail of how she felt, she knew she'd have hell to pay.

"Of course..."

And still, she wasn't afraid. Eyes flicked to the other as she leaned closer, a summers rain of a kiss cascading his cheek. She cared not of the DANGER Gus posed, because in the presence of Marco she felt untouchable.

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@csilentium​ sent: For the url thing, you, compliment yourself bby <3 

Send me a ► and a url and I’ll compliment that person!

!!! BANANNNNN!!! Damn, you haven’t really gotten to talk about me for a while, huh? 👀

Anyway, I digress...

So I’ve had this blog for 30 days already and I love how fast I connected with Childe - brain go brrrrrrr. I have had so many big brain thoughts in the past month alone due to this blog and the people I follow, it’s borderline ridiculous. Even so, I wouldn’t change that for the world.

I also have this little quirk where within a 24 hours of first talking to someone, I can make it feel like we’ve been friends for years.

And then there’s my creativity, I have a pretty clear imagination for which I use whatever words I can to communicate as vivid as possible the image I have in my head. My drawing skills are always improving; I’m finding new ways to colour, I’m figuring out lineart, and I’ve even taught myself to work without lines when doing lineart is took complicated. Currently, I’m working on colour values and making sure there is differentiation in my values.

When it comes to being in character, I enjoy being able to make people laugh and feel things through what Childe says, does and thinks. As you know, I love to flesh out my characters and treat them like a real person with layers - which I’m still working out with this boi - and I really hope that’s coming across in my portrayal.