#forgaeven

[artificialnocturnc]

@forgaeven gets a starter (Hob & Anni)

It seemed safer to ask Hob than anyone else, mostly because…well everyone else was busy. Far too busy to be interrupted. Too busy for a little wayward nightmareling who liked to poke her nose in places where it didn’t belong. 

A small spin on the ball of her foot as she took one small step then another, feet perfectly placed within the small paving stones on the sidewalk. She’s listening, carefully, and intently to the musician thats playing on the street corner. Some young twentysomething with a guitar singing about anxiety - rather fitting for the young nightmareling but she doesn’t truly understand it.

She comes to rest beside him, those dark irises flick up at him and for once, Anni finds herself rather calm, and secure enough in his company, that she asks the question on her mind. 

“Why do they do that?” A nod of her head at the musician. Why bother? Why create? Why make art? Why express themselves? It wasn’t a drive that she had, it was not her purpose and it wasn't why she had been created. She was made to be a mirror, to drag the worries out of dreamers so they could confront them. 

Though, to be fair, she had done her fair share of inspiring too, even if she was utterly unaware of it. 

“The…” she waves in the direction of the musician, “whatever that is.”

[godresembled]

@forgaeven asked ❝ ⚡️+ "tell me then – if there can't be love between us, can it at least be respect?" ❞

The marriage had not been by his choice — nor, he was certain, was it the Lady Royce's — but how often was anyone's wishes taken into consideration when it came to marriage? Especially when houses and alliances could be elevated or broken depending on the marriage.

So he had gone through with it, because what other choice did he have? But he had not put on a show of being anyone but himself, or feeling anything other than what he had felt since his mother had first announced the engagement.

He did manage to check the impulse to roll his eyes at the question, though he remained as honest as he had been: "Perhaps. Do you feel respect towards me?"

[rejectory]

@forgaeven *

flatlining, as in inflectionless:

’ you’re proposing to me? i have to warn you, agent, you’re the three hundred and fortieth this week. ‘

and his agent can’t draft the dismissals fast enough.

she doesn’t beat around the bush, he’ll give her that—she wants him to consider? not even she’d like him to? ballsy, out of touch, interesting—and tony’s sycophant radar and retaliation have a hair-trigger. that she’s not once triggered.

what she does do is skirt the issue. which, he’s never seen her in a skirt. it would buffer her just the slightest bit off-putting lumberjack disposition that she needs all the help she can get with, even if it’s good at scaring the interns stiff.

[archcr]

@forgaeven says “ don’t do anything stupid till i get back. “

HOLD UP ! ONE SECOND -

“ wait , wait , wait - Hill ! ” he leans so far over the side of the chair he’s gotten comfortable in , he almost topples the damn thing over ; himself with it . bless those carny reflexes that allow him to keep his balance in pretty much any situation .

( five snake bites , blackberry Schnaps instead of syrup , vodka & lime chasers . in retrospect , that wasn’t a great idea and nothing Clint has repeated since . he likes to keep his balance . physically at least . )

“ I need a margin , Maria ! y’know - “

he holds his hands out before him , de - and increasing the distance between his palms . there’s stupid and then there’s stupid . Clint feels very much at home on both ends and anywhere in between .

“ also when exactly is until I get back ? Mormon Wives starts at seven , I don’t . . . I don’t have all day . ”

[somniumtextor]

cont. from here. @forgaeven

　　the room remains quiet save for hob’s ragged breathing. yet the shadows shift, bend, & gather. the air cools, heavy with the familiar weight of dream’s presence. morpheus had not anticipated that this would cause so much pain as it evidently had done so. there is a twisting within his chest at hob’s soft request. strange to be experiencing such a thing when he was not alive.

" hob gadling - " fingers twitch at his side, hands curling with the urge to reach out & touch his friend. i am right here, are the words he wishes to speak. yet, a stilted breath catches in his throat. dream has always existed so long as a being has slept. its lifespan is almost infinite just the same as his - but by the very nature, robert gadling’s life had been permanently intertwined with it. his immortality was granted on a whim & the grace of its sister. there was truly nothing binding them, except there was everything.

it only took 135 years for morpheus to understand why he continued to walk into that tavern like clockwork, & why hob was waiting there every time. " i should not be here ... " whispered like a ghost, the endless falters. shoulders slump as twin galaxies watch the other.

again, a hand lifts ( hesitant ) - this time, placed on hob's shoulder. the contact was tentative, almost questioning, but it was real.

" you ask for a miracle - " figure of shadow & starlight, & for the first time in a while, his words carry no command, no judgment. only a vow, fragile & human in its shape. " i don't know how i am here, but i will not see you suffer alone. "

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

                   ˜”*°•.     Naïve—such  a  gentle  word  for  her  pettiness. She  had  been  careless, reckless, and  now ?  Now  payment  had  come. Once, she  had  foolishly believed  that  tangled  stories  could  be  swiftly  brought  to  an  end. That  buried  problems  could  stay  under  the  ground .  But  just  like  zombies ,  they  kept  on  rising  from  their  grave ,  seeking  vengeance  in  the  form  of  food .

❝ I  think  we  should  talk. ❞  Echoed  the  words  cold ,  unmoving  -  just  like  her  gaze .  Never  had  speeches  appealed  to  her  -  violence ,  murder,  much  more  effective .  Less boring too. Yet  if  writing  had  taught  her  anything, it  was  that  ending  a  chapter  was  nothing like  ending  the  story  itself .  And  this  was  exactly  what  they  were -  a  piece  of  writing  she’d  left  to  dust  for  far  too  long.

Starter for @forgaeven

[bipastrum]

positivity time, but morrigan, in all honesty – i don't even want any words directed to me. instead, i want to tell you that chatting with you has been one of the highlights of my kpdh rpc experience here. the way you're so open, and so welcoming, and so, so thoughtful of all the muses you've picked up was delightful to watch, and even more amazing to match pace-to-pace with. like, you were not only able to take my version of AB for example, but you're able to put your spin into it with your mira and jinu — and i honestly cannot, cannot, wait to see what else our brains together could come up with.

and your web-weaving? that was simply a cherry on top. i've always loved web-weaving and finding quotes for my favourite dynamics and knowing that you were into that too ? ugh, you have no idea how giddy that made me feel. but beyond simply just me, it's amazing to see that sooooooo many in the rpc could see this warmth about you; could see how genuine and incredible your thoughts, writings, and vibes are. you wrote each one of ur mutuals at least two paras complimenting them, praising them, letting them know how personalised your kind thoughts were.

thank you for being you, morrigan. though in truth i was soo intimidated approaching you, i'm very glad i did. i hope all sides of your pillow are always cooled and know that i'm looking forward for us to hurt each other's muses more in the future ( affectionate ) >:)

positivity time! drop a ✦︎ in my inbox and i'll tell you at least one thing i like about your writing, portrayal, headcanons, world building, blog aesthetics, whatever it is i like about your blog, writing, & portrayal!

   BELLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. you guys are going to make me WEEP oh my god. ikik you said you don't want anything directed back at you but my heart is OVERFLOWING so i'll keep it brief: you are one of the sweetest & most engaging mutuals i've had the absolute pleasure of web-weaving with in a very long time, your interpretation of AB has my soul wrapped around his fist, & i'm endlessly excited to see where writing takes us. let's turn our threads into a weapon used against the dash & break all our mutual-mutuals' hearts <3 

[killingnotes]

zoey  doesn't  really  know  mira's  brother.  not  really.  she  knows  he  shows  up  sometimes,  to  the  penthouse,  &  she  knows  that  mira  was  the  black  sheep  of  her  family  (  …  )  how  could  she  not  know  that  part?  mira's  her  best  friend!  she's  seen  him  a  few  times:  outside  the  lobby  of  the  penthouse,  smoking  a  cigarette  while  people  pass  by,  eyeing  him.  they've  talked,  in  passing,  once,  maybe  twice.  hair  buns,  he's  called  her. 

but  then  -  she's  on  the  rooftop  of  the  penthouse,  &  there  he  is.  she's  not  actually  sure  how  @forgaeven  got  up  here.  maybe  mira  let  him  in?  or  rumi?  whatever  it  is,  there  he  is,  smoking  a  cigarette.  the  wind  carries  it  right  into  her  face,  &  she  chokes  back  a  cough,  waving  her  hand  to  try  &  get  the  smoke  from  suffocating  her.

“  what  are  you  doing  up  here?  ”  she  asks,  making  a  face  from  the  smoke,  her  eyes  a  little  watery.  it's  not  his  fault  the  wind  is  blowing  it  directly  into  her  face,  but  also  -  isn't  there  a  no  smoking  sign  up  here?  maybe  he  didn't  see  it...