#mortaem

[gildedruinsarchive]

“ it’s not fair. everyone else gets a soulmate,  and i get . . . my brother.  they couldn’t give you your own house?! they had to put you in mine?! and why is everything neon? also ---- do you remember how we died? ”

@mortaem​​

[shesdaylight-arch]

“anakin!”   she barely even gave him time to shut the door,  but that wasn’t exactly new to her roommates.   when she was excited, she could barely contain it, especially when she was really feeling it!    rapunzel skidded to a halt as she stopped in front of him, expression both excited and, well, hopeful.   “are you doing anything later?”    // @mortaem​ liked.    + ani.

[atdamnbraina]

@mortaem asked a starter based on this

it’s   been   a   shock   to   everyone;   finding   out   what   they’ve   been   through   isn’t   actually   real.    but   it   is,   it   feels   like   it   is   even   if   it’s   all   parts   of   a   code.    mostly,    she   feels   the   anger   towards   the   people   who   put   them   in   here.    forcing   them   through   trauma   after   trauma.   but   she   also   feels   desperation,   to   figure   the   way   out   too.    she’s   grasping   gabriel’s   notes,   running   over   them   trying   to   find   any   clues,    until   her   eyes   blur.    papers   falling   back   on   the   table   in   front   of   her,   right   next   to   becca’s   notebook   as  she   hears   someone   enter   the   room.

“    there’s   something   i’m   missing   here...    ”    a   sigh   escapes   her   lips,    eyes   shifting   over   to   bellamy.    she’s   impatient,   wanting   to   figure   this   out   as   soon   as   she   can.     “    becca   is   the   constant   in   all   of   this.    the   ark,   the   flame,   the   eligius   missions...   she’s   been   behind   everything    and   that   can't   a   coincidence.      ”     raven   doesn’t   really   expect   bellamy   to   figure   it   out   for   her,   but   maybe   a   reassurance   that   she’s   not   going   crazy   over   this. 

[hiddensteel]

@mortaem for robb  |  starter call  !

        ❝  something’s troubling you. ❞        sansa’s voice left little room for argument as she sat down across from her brother. tension filled the air; all of it radiating from him and impossible to ignore - not that sansa wanted to. robb’s concerns were hers as well. even if he didn’t want to worry her with them. they were STARKS, strongest when they faced adversaries together. that was what their father had taught them. she smiled softly.          ❝  you can talk to me. you are k i n g but you’re not alone. ❞

[tragedyloved]

@mortaem // liked for a starter w/ hank & connor

            Ever since he cut down on the drinking, his temper has been shorter than usual. If he had a short fuse before--well. He was trying. Trying not to punch Gavin in the face every time the asshole so much as looked at him funny. Trying to keep his mouth shut when a case fell in their lap that could have gone to anyone else. Just because it involved androids didn’t mean they had to be put on every single goddamned case involving androids. Especially not when it involved one of those android-hating pricks who decided to mouth off within Hank’s ear shot. 

           Okay, so, maybe he didn’t have to punch him in the face quite so hard. Maybe he didn’t have to break the guy’s face. His knuckles were bruised and swollen, but it sure fucking felt good, even if-- well. Well. 

                          “The guy ain’t gonna press charges cause I know he had somethin’ to do with that theft.” Hank grumbled, leaning against his car as he tested his hand with a wince. “Look, I’m sorry, but I couldn’t just let the asshole say that shit. I didn’t know Fowler was gonna take you off, too. The hell’s the point of havin’ you work with me, but not givin’ you access if ya gotta do somethin’ on your own?” He pauses. “Maybe it’s for the best. He’d probably stick ya with Reed and then I’d really get fired.” 

[orderlived]

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                    “   Master,   ”   Caleb   spoke   up,   voice   full   of   curiosity.   It   always   was,   and   will   be   at   this   point,   “   I   don’t   understand   something,   ”   the   boy   found   interest   in   his   hands   after   some   time,   “   I   know   they   say   attachments   aren’t   a   good   thing   for   a   jedi,   but...   are   they   really?   ”

 @mortaem​

[tragicas]

@mortaem​  :    abby  +  raven.         starter call.

gaze lifts as the usually limping mechanic comes bouncing into the medical bay.  they’ve been working on strengthening raven’s leg , but last abby had seen her , she was still in a great deal of pain.  it’s a red flag that draws the doctor’s attention , ❝  raven , you’re looking especially… energetic today.  ❞  abby abandons the file she was working on to meet the girl in the middle of the room. ❝ how’s your leg feeling ? ❞

[faithgunned-a]

“ i  led  my  men  straight  into  a  massacre, ”  rex’s  tone  is  bitter  as  he  removes  his  helmet,  palm  coming  to  run  across  his  scalp  -  a  nervous  habit,  a  small  thing  that  even  training  couldn’t  remove  from  him.  “ witnessed  their  deaths  firsthand. ”  expression  twists  into  something  sour.  so  many  men  died,  and  for  what?  they  hadn’t  even  won  the  battle,  only  retreated,  dragging  wounded  with  them  behind  the  line  of  fire.  rex  doesn’t  do  surrender,  and  yet  he  feels  as  awful  as  if  he’d  waved  the  white  flag  himself.  gaze  fixes  on  the  floor  as  his  hands  curl  in  and  out  of  fists  where  they  rest  on  his  thighs  -  this  is  a  rare  glimpse  into  how  harshly  rex  takes  each  loss,  something  he  makes  a  point  of  keeping  separate  from  anakin  and  the  rest  of  the  men.  “ half  the  kriffing  company ... ”                         @mortaem​ / LYRIC STARTER ! ( history has its eyes on you / hamilton )