#martyrcard

[erchommainothere]

         FINGERS TAP ON THE ARMS OF HIS SEAT, impatiently from the rhythm and the pace of it. Green eyes focused on the aisle ahead, waiting for that familiar face now that he’d memorized every new crevice and curve that had woven its way in the last almost decade since he’d last seen it. Hair dark and head cast down when the old man before him disappeared into a chair two rows above him. Hands quickly open up the menu laid out on their seats beforehand, stealing the opportune moment to hide his face from recognition until the boy was in his proper seat and buckled down for the plan to start moving. Occupying the time in the mean time with idle chit chat, turned away from him. 

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[agonygiven-a]

notacircusmonkey!

BLOG RATE. // ACCEPTING

Do I Follow Them?: yes, but of course !!

Why Did I Follow Them?: mela, you followed me on all of your blogs so i naturally followed back.

Do We Role Play?: we have three threads that kind of died :/

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: yes, steve rogers is amazballs !!

An AU Idea For Our Muses: um !!! lydia as an avenger ?? or au where tony && steve didn’t break up and he can come back to the avengers hq bc happy hogan :/

A Song For Our Muses: i miss you / hannah montana ( from happy to cap’t ;) )

Do I Ship Our Muses?: depends on the muses !! i have a soft spot for lydia and cap’t, but i also like justin and him ?? they’re just so different, ya know.

What I Think About The Mun: meLA you’re a fucking blessing. you know how much i love you.

Overall Opinion: i think u should write more on cap’t.

Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

[irestruck]

NATHANIEL WESNINSKI’S TONGUE IS DANGEROUSLY SHARP FOR A BOY ON THE RUN. it’s why jean currently has his fingers digging into stefan’s elbow, holding his classmate captive as they shuffle through double doors thrown hastily open. his grip tightens, twisting the fabric, the buzzing commotion in the hallways muting suddenly with the creaking of hinges as doors swing closed.  the flash of dark eyes is sharp with accusation as he whirls, finally, to glower at the shorter boy.  

‘ putain, have you not been taught to hold your tongue ?  you are drawing attention to yourself. ’ 

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[fightbehavior]

       It’s funny how easy he catches him, all dark haired and bundled in grey he would have barely caught him if he wasn’t there exactly to pay attention for the nuances. To notice the change. To look for the boy that had caused all of this in the first place. He is the catalyst of this all, after all. The reason his mother wanted to run. The reason the Butcher has sent them; has sent him. Of course, the bigger prize would be his mother. Nathaniel only a concession in the line of grievances they had left in their wake. To him. To his Father. To Nathan Wesninski. 

      He stares until he thinks he’s burned the hood off his head but its still there, and he’s still there, still hiding in plain sight. And Isaac has to wonder if he knows he’s been caught. If this boy he’s known since he was six will ever stop running like they did? Maybe Camden would still be alive. Maybe not. It would be stupid of him to indulge such notions now with his prey in his crosshair. 

      The boy weaves through the crowd, a knife tucked in his sleeve. An easy job, he’s sure. Just catch him off guard and bury the blade in his spine like his brother had taught him once before. He wouldn’t be able to run. He’d bleed out there and there. Just like Camden. And this could all be over and he’d be home. Back to a Father that didn’t really want him but has no choice but to keep him. 

      Yet somehow, he stops when he turns. Brown eyes upon blue. His head towering over the crowd and Nathaniel still a good distance from him. He lets him stare, eyes squinting against the sun just to catch the expression that plays on his face as realization slowly dawned on him. “ Bonjour, Nathaniel. “ He mouthed, waving a hand from where he remained to stand, seemingly no intention of moving, waiting to see if the mouse will run or stay.

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[boybrute-a-blog]

THE ROOM REEKS OF DRIED SWEAT. it’s stuffy, the lingerings of male athletes’ presences palpable, even in the dark. he stands with his usual brand of stoicism, the aching in his leg diminished to a dull throbbing. a twist of the wrist and the glassy face of his wristwatch strikes a dim stream of light          any minute now. impatience manifests in the tapping of a gloved finger on the carved head of his cane  ;  he keeps his focus locked in the direction of the doorway. as if on cue, there's a slight scratching at the door, and he tilts his head to gauge the time it takes for the butcher’s son to pick a simple lock.

‘ nathaniel. ’     it slices through the blackness just as the door swings open. the greeting is almost conversational, with an amused tilt of tone. he doesn’t continue, instead waits for a violent response.

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[unlesswetell]

cont’d. from x

@martyrcard​:

"I don't."

   “could’ve fooled me.”

[deadliestcard-blog]

   “  –– its you again. “

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[pipedream]

martyrcard replied to your post “is there actually going to be an aftg netflix series??”

i heard that netflix is monitoring the things that are written in the search bar! SO MAYBE IF ENOUGH PEOPLE SEARCHED FOR AFTG ?!?!

...i love how i’m talking about how a tv adaptation would fuck it up but the first thing i did when i read this reply was type all for the game into netflix BYE