#myshkas

[surovoost-blog]

@myshkas / starter call.

          ‘ You know, you sound like an idiot when you say things like that. ’

[siihas-blog]

╳ ┆ @myshkas liked for a starter.

                      “               Are you alright?  That’s a bit of a L I M P.”  She doesn’t settle easily into a compassionate tone, awkward stilt to her posture as she observes in her own grey, keen-eyed way.  One thin hand has wrapped around EXITING DOORKNOB ; movements have halted to account for this passing anomaly.  Hints of violence snag at her veil of attention, much like the thorns of familiarity.

[blackpanthcr]

            FILED UNDER:// STARTER. @myshkas​

                     he does not know how he came to be in this position. his bodyguard stood off in the distance. watching with wry amusement as this woman insisted on fighting him. t’challa did not like to fight women but he is not against protecting himself. 

         ❛  do you wish to explain to me why you insist on fighting me?  ❜

[foreiigner-blog]

@myshkas.

         “GREAT. Saved by nibbles.”

[timemechanic-blog]

@myshkas !

      “Please don’t look at me like         that. You have one of those         ‘looks could kill,’ and I think         it’s really happening.”

[yearnheart-blog]

@myshkas

WHAT WAS WITH the influx of weird people recently? There’s nothing special about here with the cobblestone streets or the rocky hills that surround them. Why so many people had thought it was okay to be awful, she was rather unsure which is why she was nursing a bruised cheek and a broken suitcase since she’d CRACKED it over some drunk fella’s head after they’d hit her. And to think it was only two in the afternoon. Things were MAD, that much was certain. So when she stands up from her place on the cobblestone floor, blood splattered hands rubs against her black skirt, chewing on her lower lip as she walks towards the closest person. HOPEFULLY someone was willing to be helpful. Hopefully. 

     “So uh. Do y’have an ice pack on you by any chance? Or uh. A cold beer glass. Or maybe booze. Do y’got booze by any chance?”

[bectific-blog]

@myshkas​ // starter call

                             silence lingers heavily in the air that surrounds them, but it isn’t an uncomfortable stillness -- this is welcomed breath of fresh air meant to clear her mind of unnecessary jumble. most of her life is spent hidden away in her head, allowing unanswered questions of little importance to call loudly to her. maebry often can’t contain them, spouting them out in the middle of conversations or when there is no one but her around to hear them. today was no different.

                              ❛ are you a religious person? ❜ gaze continues to stay fixated on the floor beneath her an indifferent expression clearly written on soft features. ❛ i mean are you the sort of person who believes in destiny and divine intervention and that sort of thing? or do you think we have control over our own lives? i don’t know what it is i believe. ❜