#hodgepodgebitches

[idontkillorphans]

❤️ -for either young Sleip or older Sleip whichever

Send ♥ to give my muse a kiss! No reason, just do it!

@hodgepodgebitches

"Well, not that I'm complaining but what was that for?"

[artificialnocturnc]

@hodgepodgebitches Hornet & Morpheus

Fingers pick strings, soft, calm, as if they could lull one to sleep. The long needle like weapon in her hands was deadly, and yet, contained the elegance of only a higher being. Silk strings laced along its length resonate in song, slow and melodic, melancholic and yet, a hint of hope within it. 

Despite the power she wields, born of heritage and training, she would never put a word to what she was - a demigod. Simply one of many things that had been attributed to her. Princess. Daughter of a King of a distant land. Child of three Queens. 

Before the civilization that was collapsing here had ever begun this all used to be wild land. Lush green lands fueled an age of rises, of kingdoms rising up and carving out civilization for themselves.  Blue seas full of life fed by pure streams of water. 

Hornet can feel it, under all of the death, beneath the collapse. 

As if this world had dreamed once, now…there were just the echoes of dead ones, failed aspirations, and the misguided dreams of dead rulers. 

Yet she feels something stir, a feeling on the wind, premonition more than anything else and with one swift smooth movement she moves. Red cloak fanning out, bright blue eyes lock onto someone, or something, and immediately the long sharp weapon in her hand is turned, thrown true across the space of the room. Behind it, trailing thin silver silk, as sharp as it is glinting in the light. 

It misses by design. 

Barely. 

A demonstration of what she will do if she is challenged. 

“Speak.” It’s an order, not a request, one made with authority of ownership - for she was, technically, the monarch of a distant land. One she had watched die.

[ordinariums]

@hodgepodgebitches continued from here

he feels all of the emotions within him, and whilst he knows that it is morpheus who should be scared, should be confused and disorientated, daniel is not too far off from it, either. whatever is going on here, he is certain that it is not meant to be correct. when the endless die, they die. and bringing them back - who knows what ramifications it could have on the world, on reality, on the dreaming. it is why daniel had taken fiddler's green advice, and steered clear. it is why he had focused on rebuilding, and prioritized the future, instead of the past. and respect the past, whilst doing it. but now that past was now looking at him, and he can't help but feel ..

he looks towards the hand that grips his arm, and releases his own hand holding morpheus, drawing back. what did he do? "i honestly do not know." and there's something there, underneath the tone he tries to keep stable. something that reveals the turmoil within him. "i ... believe that i dreamed you." morpheus is from the moment that he had died. he recognises the emotions. remembers it. even moreso now that he sees it from the outside. "i'm sorry." he adds, his voice dropping to a whisper.

[couldvestarked]

@hodgepodgebitches asked: ’ Are you all right? ’ -Puck has come to kidnap a child with a shitty mother

"Huh?" Harper turned around. He hadn't even heard someone creeping up behind him. He lowered his hand; he'd been shaking it out, the cramping new after his mom's latest updates to his chips. "Yeah, sorry. My hand was just cramping a bit, sir, that's all."

[thatsineffable]

@hodgepodgebitches continued from here

A gasp, quick and sharp, at Crowley's approach. Good Heavens he was close! Close enough for the angel to catch the subtle scent of alcohol coming from him. "Oh, I-I don't...do you think that's...a good idea?"

[xflashbastardx]

closed starter for @hodgepodgebitches-temp inspired by tonight's anons

Aziraphale lingered anxiously outside of Crowley's bedroom, fretting over the request he was about to make. There really was no easy way to go about this. Both hands hovered near the angel's face, fingertips tap-tap-tapping against each other as he rocked back on his heels and pondered how best to ask. The decision he came to was that, well...being that there wasn't exactly a delicate way to do it, he may as well simply be straightforward.

He took one deep, steadying breath---over the centuries, he'd found that they really could be quite calming, regardless of how unnecessary they were for him---and nodded to himself as if to say it's alright, Aziraphale, you've got this, it's Crowley, this is hardly the most unusual situation you've found yourselves in together.

Not particularly reassured, he knocked gently at the door anyway.

"Crowley, dear? May I come in?"

[witchxmountain]

@hodgepodgebitches has to put up with me no matter what (angel crowley)

"My sister would like more coffee. I, as well," Seth asked as he approached the register. Sarah remained at the table, the latest book of maps in her hands, star case on the table. She didn't lift her head much, aside from giving Seth a small smile of encouragement. "She's also hungry. What is available today?"

[streetxsavoirfaire]

@hodgepodgebitches said it's okay

He'd been in the car twice now. In his mind, it was a very good car. The best! When he'd smushed his face against the window the first time he'd seen it, it was only out of curiosity. He'd never seen a car that looked like that! All sleek with the big curves over the tires... and then it looked so warm... and the door was unlocked. Even the door was cool with how it opened, and it was warm inside. At that point, he couldn't help it. The opportunity wasn't going to come around again, so he slept in there curled up tight, sneaking out at the first rays of sun in the morning.

And then the car was still unlocked a few days later. And again, last night. As he finally blinked his eyes open again, he scurried back until he felt the side of the car digging into his spine.

The owner was in there, too.