Discover Top Posts Tagged with #literiveture

// Was up at 1 AM making moodboards for some interactions that I adore! Enjoy! :D

// I put them all in one post bc I didn’t wanna spam the dash- the list to navigate them is below !

Keki and Vaas ( @thxwxlf ) // Tanner and Mike ( @dcllmaking ) // Ernst and Lucas ( @dcllmaking

Wyatt and Lucas ( @devilsdecade ) // Lucius and Antony ( @variixnt ) // Bela and Wilson ( @machinaticn )

Faye and Javier ( @tragicblood ) // Naomi and the Light Fury ( @musechews ) // Leilani and Vaas ( @literiveture )

// Aesthetics part 2! Huzzah! I made more! This’ll probably be the last set for a little bit! It was just a spur of the moment thing really!

// Just like the first time, all the aesthetics can be navigated using the lil chart below!

Virote and Penelope ( @sailorrmood ) // Nahvee and Franklin ( @devilsdecade ) // Ethan and the Feds ( @yourlovingspy )

Elsa and Vin ( @maximuses ) // Fiver and Alu ( @rabbitofthesight ) // Dave and Penelope ( @maximuses )

Roman and Joseph ( @literiveture ) // Jacob and Lisa ( @maximuses ) // Arcade and the King ( @maximuses )

#[ gift ]#you’re shattered on the ground : tagging #sailorrmood #devilsdecade #yourlovingspy #maximuses #rabbitofthesight #literiveture #tw guns #tw satanism #tw cult #tw demon #tw alcohol #tw needles #tw cigarettes #mutual : all of my best friends #muse aesthetic : i do not mind the rain sometime

‘ sometimes it feels like someone else is wearing my body . ’ -> From Val to Lucas || @literiveture

⚔️ Ask Meme : Misc Quotes // CLOSED ⚔️

“You do seem different at times.” Far be it from Lucas to lie to the love of his life. But it has been what— twenty years? A lot of things had changed in two decades time. She wasn’t the same girl he’d fallen in love with. She was older, colder, didn’t feel so survival-oriented now that they could afford to live comfortably. Lavishly, even. But then again, he wasn’t the same man either. He was weather worn, just as cold, and no longer so much as breathed a word to anyone he did not trust. But every now and again they saw flashes in each other. Flashes of who they used to be. Flashes of their old selves still present in their new shapes.

“But you have always been the love of my life.” He came up behind her her, hugging her waist nuzzling into the crook of her neck as she leaned down over the counter. “You have always been the woman I loved. You are different now, but I still see your beauty and your grave no matter how much you change. You will always have that spark that drew me to you. I will always love you, even if it doesn’t feel like you’re you at times.”

#literiveture #‘’ just say you won’t let go ‘’ // val and lucas [literiveture]#‘’ i will pray for you ‘’ // the hitman #this city never sleeps at night : q #ask : is this what you wanted #mutual : all of my best friends

"Don't talk, just kiss me" -> Lý and Piper || @literiveture

. * ･｡ﾟ☆ Kissy Sentence Starters // CLOSED ☆ ｡ﾟ･* .

. * ･｡ﾟ☆ @literiveture☆ ｡ﾟ･* .

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to tell that Piper was nervous around her girlfriends. And honestly, how could she not be? Lý was so stunningly handsome, so rugged and gorgeous. That fiery and determination and those muscles made her heart race just from watching her walk by. And then there was Noemi: intelligent, beautiful, passionate in what she did. Hearing her musical laugh made Piper’s leg shake until it was thumping against the ground as if basically begging for an encore. Lý was the brawn, Noemi was the brains. They worked so well together and she adored them both. And it made her so sad to think about sometimes, because what did she bring to the table?

She wasn’t a fighter like Lý, she was a runner. She wasn’t smart like Noemi, all her talents lied in taxidermy or gabbing-- and neither of those things put bread on the table. Sure she was handy, but there wasn’t exactly a shortage of mechanics and for the brief time she’d tried they’d gotten irked by the fact that she couldn’t shut the hell up for five god damn minutes. Sometimes she worried that maybe she was just intruding on an already perfectly good relationship, and it was part of the reason she decided to stick to doing drop-runs; guiding Synths on a safe path back to the Garden. (Well, that, and the fact that her family was still there and relying on her to bring them food and news.) Whenever she came back, she noticed how happy they both always were to see her and she took it as a sign that maybe that nagging voice of doubt in the back of her mind was wrong. But she never managed to cast it away completely.

Until she and Lý finally got a break one warm evening. Noemi was preoccupied with something still and wouldn’t join them until long after the moon had risen. It was just them for the moment. Piper had been going on and on for a good while-- which Lý didn’t seemed to mind. She was never quite as talkative as her girlfriends-- or Piper had never known her to be at least. At some point her rambles took a turn, about how the work hey were doing was really important, about how they were doing good, about how important Lý and Noemi were, about how much she loved them, about how she worried her impact was not as significant, about how she felt like she was intruding on something good, about how she had always felt like she was intruding on people’s lives. The stream seemed almost subconscious, urged on by what she did not know. But it only stopped when Lý put her arm on Pip’s shoulder and squeezed softly, speaking a few powerful words about how she was equally important and how she was no intruder: they loved her, and they wanted her here with them. She drew the runner in close, pulling her into a warm embrace that finally silenced her. Piper hesitated to hug back, feeling tears welling up.

When she finally drew back to speak, Lý cut her off. "Don't talk, just kiss me.”

So she did. She kissed her, and it was warm and fierce and passionate and made her heart feel like it was going to burst in her chest. And despite the tears rolling down her cheeks, Piper smiled into it, finally feeling that anxiety that had plagued her for so long vanish in place a warm comfort in her chest.

For once in her life, she felt loved. And it soothed just as much as it hurt.

#{ open your eyes : ask }#{ we will rock you : mutual }#literiveture #‘’ through my eyes see the world that you gave us ‘’ // the railroad throuple #{ ‘’ never looked back never feared never cried ‘’ | piper }

"Being human is a condition which requires an anesthetic." She frowned. "That's what I've heard researchers say." -> From Ivett to Captain Holly (TOW verse) || @literiveture

. * ･｡ﾟ☆ Bohemian Rhapsody Prompts // ACCEPTING ☆ ｡ﾟ･* .

The idea of such a line coming from researchers— especially those of Gorgon— of all people disturbed the captain more than she was willing to let on, and her thoughts were betrayed by the wincing frown that crept its way onto her face. She knew well of the cruelty that could come from those who chose to experiment, and in a galaxy such as this, she was certain the ethics of it all were far off the table. Especially in this case. It seemed the ideology was the very foundation of their project. Being drawn of course, from the unilateral view the Board seemed to have over its enormous working class.

“That’s what them Board folk believe. It’s all about number with them. The cost of being human far outweighs the profit. They don’t view people as people, but as machines, which is why they invest so much into turning them into machines. Cutting back on food, water, and sleep— or trying to anyway. If everyone else has to suffer the automatization just so the ones at the top can keep living their cushy lives without having to lift a finger, then they’ll make it just so.” Holly huffed with a little stomp. “When they say that, it means ‘to be alive, you need to avoid looking at the bigger picture. Avoid being conscious and aware enough of it to do something about it. To change it for the better.’ Because that would be mean toppling the ones on top.”

Her scowl faded a bit as she turned to look at the other crew members, mingling amongst each other, sharing stories of determination, of hope, advice on how to stay strong. “But y’know what? Propaganda be damned. I’d say we’ve got a fine shot of making things right without the slogans on bumper stickers the Board seems so intent on shoving down our throats. And you’ll be a fine part of it I’m sure.” She winked and grinned at Ivett, giving her a gentle nudge of the elbow for encouragement.

“Just don’t lose hope. We can lose everything, but we only really fail if we lose hope too.”

#{ open your eyes : ask }#{ interaction }#{ we will rock you : mutual }#literiveture #{ ‘’ friends will be friends ‘’ | holly }#{ whatever happens i’ll leave it all to chance : outer worlds verse }

💋‍ : your muse kissing mine on cheek -> Ollie and Bailey! || @literiveture

⚔️ Emoji Reaction Meme // ACCEPTING ⚔️

Ollie was well-known for his physical affections. He fist-bumped on the regular, hugged all his homies, had special handshakes with each of his buddies, was the shoulder to cry on when tragedy struck or an emotional downpour threatened to rock one’s foundations. He was the rock. The sweetheart. The cool guy with a few years and a lot of wisdom. The golden retriever in a stoner’s body. Affectionate and attentive and sweet as ever. It was a nigh possible task to escape an encounter with Ollie without at least getting a hug or a chest bump in the process. And Bailey was about to learn that first hand.

The day had been busy. Helping Daisy fix up a ship was difficult enough when Bailey knew nothing about ships and Ollie was such a clutz he could barely walk the deck without slipping over his own feet like an idiot. He resigned to leave the work to the people who actually knew what they were doing, but not before tripping over himself one last time. Thankfully, Bailey was there to catch her big clumsy puppy dog of a boyfriend, earning a laugh from Ollie as he clung to her shoulders. “Heyyy, thanks babe! I thought for sure I was gonna break something this time.” He laughed softly, planting the sweetest kiss on Bailey’s cheek before slowly finding the flats of his feet on the ground again and carefully stepping off onto the solid dry ground of the cabin. He held a hand out, letting Bailey jump down into his arms and twirling around a bit as he caught her, giggling up a storm and swarming the side of her face with a flurry of more sweet pecks.

“You’re always lookin’ out for me, aren’t ya?”

#so this is what you meant : ask #still i find you next to me : mutual #literiveture #/ response #‘’ you’re a sunflower ‘’ // bailey and oliver #‘’ i have a fire to inhale ‘’ // oliver #( s : far cry )

🌙 : seeing your muse outside alone during nighttime -> Vaas and Val || @literiveture

⚔️ Emoji Reaction Meme // ACCEPTING ⚔️

The cuddle pile was so warm. The feeling of so many bodies pressed up so cozy against his own made Vaas giddy with delight, let sleep come easy. So when the heat slipped away from his back, Vaas noticed. Oh he noticed. He was too alert, too perceptive even in his sleep not to notice. And through the sleepy haze of his mind he managed to crack his eyes open just enough to see her slipping through the doorway, wiggle himself free from the two other pairs of arms wrapped snugly around him, and trail after her like a lost puppy.

The moon was bright in the clear night sky. The faint sound of ocean waves crashing against the beach, the fruity perfume of the jungle, the faint roar of nighttime wildlife simply existing amongst the trees. It was a harmony he’d come to know well, as had his lovers. A beautiful sound, a lovely ambience. But it seemed Valeriya couldn’t appreciated it if the way she was sat down on a rock overlooking the waves with a blank expression was anything to go by. Vaas rubbed at his eyes, watching from the doorway. After a moment, he made his way over, stalking close and coming up beside her. An arm draped itself lazily over her should, voice low and rumbly and warm with lingering drowsiness as he pressed his temple comfortingly to hers.

“Ay. Everything alright, mami? You’re not usually up this early.” He chuckled.

#so this is what you meant : ask #still i find you next to me : mutual #literiveture #/ response #‘’ did i ever tell you the definition of insanity ? ‘’ // vaas #( s : far cry )

Some wholesome sisterhood is needed -> [ boop ] for your muse to boop my muse on the nose -> Laverne and Piper || @lavcrne

. * ･｡ﾟ☆ Soft Interactions Meme // CLOSED ☆ ｡ﾟ･* .

Off guard? Piper? Never! That was what made her one of the best. That was what got her promoted so quickly (even if she was being paid less than just about every other Privateer but that was neither here nor there. She knew better than to get between a scumbag and his money). She was an excellent bodyguard. She knew her worth. She sat there, on alert, focused as ever, knowing that the lives of every person in the room were counting on her to be ready for anything and everything. Ah, but the true threats are never the ones that come from outside, are they?

She didn’t pay any mind to the sound of Laverne’s heeled boots coming closer. Didn’t mind the smells of leather and expensive perfume she liked to wear as she moved closer. Didn’t spare her a glance. She was probably just passing by. Laverne was a business partner after all, a friend. Not a danger, not a threat-- and then Piper was flinching hard, drawing back and wiggling her nose like a rabbit sniffing out a threat. She uncrossed her eyes and looked up to the woman towering over her. Brows knit together, a foot rising and falling and letting out a loud resounding THUMP that echoed through the whole building, turned head, caused snoozing lazy asses in the basement to jump up in alarm.

“Why you rotten egg-” she tried to look mad, she really did. Tail fluffed up and ears pressed back, but the little quiver of her upper lip betrayed her underlying amusement and the barely restrained urge to laugh. She crossed her arms, playful in her tone now. “Oh that one’s goin’ in my journal. Yeah-- ‘today sweet ol’ Laverne decked me a one-fingered one right in the schnozz and I learned that it’s the one’s we love who always hurt us the most.’‘“ The feigned wound, the dramatic drape of her arm over her forehead. Ah, classic Piper. Playing it up so others could have a laugh-- including herself.

#{ open your eyes : ask }#{ we will rock you : mutual }#literiveture #{ ‘’ never looked back never feared never cried ‘’ | piper }#{ world in the palm of your hand verse }