#meme week 2

[preholocene]

"what am i?" - mark (WHY THE HELL DID I NOT DO THIS EARLIER I WANT TO SEE THE CONFLICTING RESULTS)

send me a “what am i?” for my muse to describe yours in three words.

          *fanfic author vc* in which mark is too many things to too many people.

to start, mark is a savior: a knight in shining dragon’s armor, adorned with the unique ability to speak directly to the animal beneath—and be understood. a beast tamer. a long-held breath finally released. the angel that appears before man, promising of a better life through their wisdom. the stone tablets carried down from the mountain. the serpent that liberated adam and eve, gave them free choice in a world where they were doomed to never grow and change.

next, mark is a teacher: a guiding force. the experience they need to live a life that isn’t drenched in fear. a kind and patient man. helping thy neighbor. someone who’s lived through hell, a familiar hell, and still come out on the other side. someone that he could grow to trust in, believe in, and admire. someone willing to lend a hand to anyone in need. harsh, but necessary truths.

finally, mark is absolution: a forgiveness to the sin of being of another kind. a steady hand placed upon unsteady shoulders. a rock. a barrier. an anchor. a father figure. an understanding that they can’t find anywhere else.  the light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. being forgiven for his trespasses, the sins of the terrible beast that lurks within. finding hope in the future. finding forgiveness for the past.

[thalassofinss]

“proud” for one of my muse's proudest moments

          his proudest moment ( in recent history ) is definitely winning over the fishermen at the docks. it took an incredible effort to even get close enough to them to lay out his intentions ( buying fish for exorbitant prices, since he doesn’t know how money works ) and many, many mornings of crushed spirits. he still hasn’t won over all of them, but even having a few that are willing to allow him in range to give over his prize money means the world to him. 

[smitebounds]

"what am i?" - levi

send me a “what am i?” for my muse to describe yours in three words.

          levi is a lot of things and three words is never enough...

he’s a brother: someone who can share in the same ideals. someone to laugh with and clap on the back when something goes well. to shout and bare teeth when something doesn’t. to dangle a hook in front of, to wind up, to set upon those that would inconvenience them both. a knife in his pocket, well-sharpened and tempered with bad decisions and copious amounts of alcohol.

he’s amusement: an attack dog in socks. a source of violent entertainment. someone he can count on to make a night better for him, even at the cost of his own decaying sense of morality. a tool. a means to an end. a vice wrapped in the cloak of a man. he would enjoy watching him fail as much, if not more so, as watching him succeed.

he’s a fighter: the mongoose he wants under his house when the snakes slither by. a warrior he could fight with side-by-side. an opponent he would relish in taking down, given the chance. a killer he can appreciate, even when he struggles with that label for himself when out of earshot.

[wehelminth]

do you think "sock" should be two words?

          “the spoken word is a waste of time and energy. once it is phased out, none of these questions will be necessary.”

[smitebounds]

what am i to you?

send me a “what am i?” for my muse to describe yours in three words.

          three words is too few to describe what will is to him, but... 

to start, will is temptation: the desperate itch of a mosquito bite, the flared hook caught in the back of his throat, the ache of desire that coils like a venomous snake in his gut. a blessing and a curse. an angel on his shoulder, demanding sacrifice that doesn’t end in blood. an inclination to mask his nature, to shroud it in a blinding light, to pray that it will hide the long shadow cast behind it. 

and then will is emotion: the pain of a broken heart he hadn’t been aware existed, shriveled and blackened but not yet tucked beneath the earth. the fantasy of a better life, not committed to the defilement of everything around him but to someone he can imagine a future with. someone to build a home with. to bask in the monotony of domesticity in spite of everything he’s ever been. to share in both good and bad, in horror and in bliss. to allow himself the opportunity to feel something for another living being.

lastly, will is evolution: a tale as old as time in which we leave pieces of ourselves in everyone we meet. ezra has always left the worst parts of himself in everyone else and rejected the fragments of everyone else. he can’t do that with will, even if he tries. like a fish growing legs to take its first, wobbly steps onto dry land, he is forced to grow the beginnings of a heart. a soul. a capacity for change that he never thought existed.

[endlesshvnger]

what am i? (oh why)

send me a “what am i?” for my muse to describe yours in three words.

         well... there’s not much that’s positive to say about her...

to start, emmeline is a warden: a jailor. a den of venomous snakes. a noose around his neck, tightened to perfection. the face in the mirror when memories weigh him down. the blood roaring in his ears when he wakes up in the throes of terror. sleepless nights. days spent pacing. stone walls closing in, threatening to crush him flat. a loss of power. a hunger that can never be sated. a desperate wish for the finality of death.

next, emmeline is vengeance: rage boiling in his blood. bloodthirst that could never be matched. teeth grinded into a fine power. gray hairs and sharp, crooked teeth. clenched fists. broken knuckles. the desire for power. the quiet clarity of a hunter stalking its prey. the frustration of a failed hunt. an inability to let go, to forgive.

lastly, emmeline is betrayal: the sharp sting of a knife in the back. the final gasp of a last breath. smoke filling lungs. fire unable to be quieted by water. cobwebs draped in every corner. considering the depths he’ll sink to for justice. an inability to trust those around him. the isolation of that mistrust. the deep longing for closure.

[endlesshvnger]

what am i?

send me a “what am i?” for my muse to describe yours in three words. 

          not like he likes her or anything. they’re just neighbors... 

firstly, min-ji is connection: a thousand missed moments, doubled back to be re-experience. two hands joined in an impossible place. a headache created; a headache soothed. a breath of life into a heart that had grown cold and atrophied from too many years of disuse. contact without the torment of experiencing another. an admittance, however painful, of vulnerability. accepting the mortifying ordeal of being known.

and then, min-ji is recollection: the time spent laying awake late into the night, going over each and every word said, both right and wrong. the ghost of a touch, of a breath. a feeling of déjà vu. the moment just before sleep, where dreams and reality blend together. to think on old times. to think on new times. to see old patterns and dare to take a different path. to forget when a memory no longer serves you well.

finally, min-ji is a partner: someone to share in good and bad times. someone to confide in. someone to trust. to take the weight of the world when it bears down upon him, and do the same for when needed. to challenge vices and uphold strengths. to share in a life with, to build a legacy worth fighting for.

[smitebounds]

au + coffee shop au barista ezra moments ♡

coffee shop au? oh boy. he would be the worst employee known to man. you know, like he is already, but without the freakish power. so, if you wanted to get your work done? you hated him. if you didn’t and just wanted to goof around and shit-talk everything that’s going on? you probably could enjoy working with him, if he didn’t decide to steal out of the register when you were supposed to be on it, or show up to work drunk or on drugs. and he would spend all day complaining about how people liked their coffee or tea or whatever the hell they end up getting, because customers are the worst breed of us all and he has a lot of opinions. he would be fired before six months at the job.