#doineann

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Today’s mermay is: some new OCs! The merm is Doineann and the little lady there is Andrea. They’re besties Doineann is just dramatic lmao

[murios-archive]

            the sounds of celebration follow her into her chambers,   though it is not the joyous revelry outside that catches milady’s attention,  but the figure that stands waiting within.   she does not  startle,  and only pauses to slip off her earrings and necklace,  depositing them into the open chest that sits atop the bed.  her back is to the figure,  but she is at ease,  a quiet laugh serving as preamble to her words.     ❛   you  are  free  to  remove  your  mask  now,  aramis.   there  will  be  no  prying  eyes  in  here.  ❜      //  @doineann   ⟨ !! ⟩

[erasethestarsmoved-blog]

@doineann continued from here for Bobbi. 

It was a funny thing about his life. The women in it that weren’t bound to him by blood always found a way to leave. It was some kind of cosmic irony , he thought, if he believed in that kind of thing. The women leave, and the men die around him. Reasons why if it wasn’t for that baby girl he called Bee he’d be dead. And then along came Bobbi to help him out in the rougher times of raising a child , who had helped him where he needed it as far as the house was concerned. And the company was helpful, too. Someone to be around when group wasn’t in session, when his therapist couldn’t be reached, on the days the meds just didn’t seem to work.

And now she was packing her bags saying that she was going to leave. That it was always in the plan. Darren opened his house to her, gave her a room. More than that he thought they were friends. He thought they were something. Though truth be told he didn’t know what. But something that would be enough to make her stick around. Even though he wanted her to go to the groups, he wanted her to talk about her past, he wanted her to open up she wouldn’t. Frustrating enough as that was, her deciding to now leave outright pissed Darren off. 

“ So that’s it? For Briana it’ll be painless and yet you just...” Darren paused, scoffed, then let out a light laugh as he dragged his hand over his face. “ And what? I’m just supposed to be okay with you forcing yourself into my life only to now want to leave, and not only that you were going to sneak out in the night.”  Darren did care, and that’s what sucked about this.He cared about Bobbi’s well being, otherwise he wouldn’t insist on her going to group, otherwise he wouldn’t have given her a bed, given her himself to talk to. Even his sister had brought her kids around Bobbi, who were old enough to be upset about someone leaving in their life. Their father already did, and now their ‘neat aunt Bobbi’ was going to be gone, too. Fantastic, great, wonderful. But try as he might to consider their feelings, it was a ploy to avoid his own. “ That’s a shit thing to do, Bobbi, and you know it.” He couldn’t stop chuckling, but that’s because he was just so mad. Eventually it would drop off and his laughter was gone, his face turned serious. “ You just think you can walk in and then leave us when ... what? Shit’s getting too real? ” He lifted his hands up before he took a breath.

“Get the fuck out of my house.” He said. No smile, just focused, dark eyes as he pointed at the door. “ What was the point in coming into our lives if you were just going to leave? Let me just make it so much easier for you and you get the fuck out of my fucking house.”  

And here he thought he managed his anger rather well until now. “You’ve got ten minutes to get your shit together and get out. Leave your key. And you do not get to say anything to my daughter. You want to get gone? Then get gone. I’m not going to beg you to stay since this was in your fucking plan all along. To what? Fix me because you can’t be bothered to try and fix your fucking self, that you’d rather run when shit gets too real, when you might actually have a fucking friend on this planet? “ 

Darren shook his head.

“Just get the fuck out, Bobbi. Get the fuck out, and stay gone.” 

[lightfxrged]

@doineann gets a starter for Charles Xavier <3

   “Boarding school?” The words tasted almost foreign leaving his lips. Griffin and school hadn’t had the best relationship over the past few years. As in, Griffin hadn’t set foot in a classroom since the age of nine. But a private school? All expenses paid? Going out of their way to track Griffin down and offer him admittance? This wasn’t Harry Potter. It was too good to be true.

   “Listen, Sir. You’ve got the wrong kid. I’m not–– I’m not smart. And I didn’t apply to any boarding school.”

[youngdragondaniel]

@doineann

“I’m sorry, too,” Danny said quietly as he flopped back into Matt’s much abused sofa. He knew why he’d gone to Matt and not Luke. He’d be killed for waking Danielle up at 4AM, putting Jessica and him through that. He’d done it before, but only in the most dire of circumstances. Yet even those circumstances no longer held weight. Luke was out of the game, for now, the partnership dissolved. Fighting crime and serving soup at all hours to dull that pain had driven Misty away and now, now he was on the sofa of the blind lawyer. Kind of blind lawyer. Hoping for a beer, ears to listen. Stinking up the place with the sweat and blood that stained his uniform and not entirely caring. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been an affront to Matt’s senses. Certain soaps, certain shampoos. He was trying to learn, to understand. 

“It wasn’t that with Misty. I just - I can’t give this up in good conscience. I don’t think civilian life is for me. It wouldn’t be fair to K’un Lun, to the city.” He looked up at Matt and knew he couldn’t look back. He knew it was wrong, rambling on at this hour, having slipped through the window and caught Matt off-guard with his own troubles. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in pyjamas,” he muttered as he sank back into the cushions. “They look comfortable. You don’t have company, do you? I didn’t - interrupt?”

[youngdragondaniel]

" I can't breathe." - matt @ danny

“I know, I know.” Danny muttered as he knelt before where Matt sit on the couch. He’d hauled him there, grateful that Matt was roughly the same size of himself. Heavier, yes, but what was training for if not dragging your friend home? He’d struggled his way through removing the cowl, the top of the costume, leather sticky with blood. He worked in the dark, the lights for now forgotten as useless to Matt. He’d trained blind before; trained to fight, to pour tea. He was useless compared to Matt, trapped in darkness as he was. But it was something. Something now. “You might feel a bit hot,” Danny muttered. “But that’s normal. I’m going to do what I can to fix you, all right?” He poked and prodded. Broken rib. Stab wound. Bullet. The latter he had dug out already, a painful procedure that had lost Matt his consciousness. “We’re home now. You’re home. All right?” He slid his calloused hands over Matt’s chest and slowed his breathing. His brow furrowed, chi burning through his hands, and then Matt’s body. The muscles would knit back together, the bones fuse if it went on long enough. The bruises, even, would fade. His essence flowed into Matt, heat and an electric tingle. He focused, heartbeat slowing, breath deep yet equally paced. He’d be exhausted at the end of it. Hungry. Half dead. His own wounds were forgotten, however.Matt needed to live. At least live long enough to forgive him the odd intimacy of attempting to heal him like this without permission.

[bluntache]

🔪       ╱           @doineann .

    ❝   i’m sorry to hear that .   ❞     he says . emotion evident in his voice . her aunt had always been a friend he could crash at when work took him this way .       ❝   i guess i’ll be leaving then .   ❞    

[erasethestarsmoved-blog]

marriage can wreak havoc on a person. - matty @ veira

From one of the many memes I posted | Accepting

“ That’s why I think marriage is stupid.” she said outright, spinning the tiny straw in her drink. “ A piece of paper to tell you that you belong to someone and someone belongs to you? “ her eyes rolled as she took a sip. “ You’re your own person. The idea of marriage, the idea of spending your life with just one person for the rest of your days isn’t romantic. You’ll grow sick of each other, then lie...”  she had such a bleak outlook on love, only because she never had it - not really. She had those who used it as a means to get her at a disadvantage and that’s when she boarded up herself from anyone. It was safer than someone hurting her. She was in charge - always would be. 

“Single life, baby. I mean if you wanna date and have some level of commitment then okay, but rings are not necessary.”