#mythsofmodern

[nowat-shesdaylight]

​❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞ /from Callie

For someone who wouldn’t call herself an expert in survival skills, her first instinct was to keep herself quiet.   To hush her breaths, try and stifle them any way that she could, all while hoping that her heartbeat could only be heard through her own ears rather than all around them.   Her top row of teeth sunk into her bottom lip, to prevent herself from speaking or whimpering or crying out from fear.   Whatever was coming, she just wanted to make sure wasn’t going to hurt them before she made another sound.    The only issue with that was answering the question of how long should they even wait before speaking again?   So Rapunzel took a small breath, making sure to be careful as to not breath out too loud as her eyes peered over toward Callie.  Her shoulders hunched a bit, as though to try and hide herself.   “What are the chances it’s just a nervous deer, or something?”

the five senses / @mythsofmodern ( accepting )

[tricksterreformed-a]

@mythsofmodern​ sent :  “ go ahead, you might as well finish the job. ” /from Meg  ||  accepting

          The smile on Gabriel’s face was more chipper than it had any right to be, given that he’d just thrown an unfocused flare of grace her way.  He’d meant it as a warning shot, but it had landed like a pot-shot. “I think you must be mistaking me for one of my brothers.”  He replied, sliding his hands into his pockets and watching her with an interested tilt of his head.

          “Don’t get me wrong, I’m just as unreasonable as they are, but I prefer to keep my work aligned with a certain style.”  Gabriel shrugged one shoulder and took a step towards her. “And the whole holy-rage-smiting-you-into-dust just isn’t my thing.”  There was an almost apologetic edge to the curve of his mouth now.

          “So give me a reason not to and I’ll take it.  No muss, no fuss.”

[chrmatiica-moved]

@mythsofmodern​  /  STARTER  CALL  ;  ACCEPTING.

     “     WHAT  IS  HE  LIKE?      ”     markus  asked  softly,  unsure  if  it  would  make  him  feel  any  better.      he  knew  he  was  one  of  a  kind,  a  protoype  model  for  carl  from  elijah  kamski.      he  was  curious  about  their  maker,  had  he  planned  for  this?      for  the  revolution  to  always  happen?      or  did  it  just  happen  because  he  had  ended  up  with  carl,  a  man  who  had  cared  for  him  like  a  father  and  taught  him  that  he  could  be  more  than  just  a  slave?     “      elijah  kamski,  our  creator.      tell  me  about  him,     ”

[blndnglghts]

MEME TAG ; always accepting. 

↳  ‘ why did you hit him? ’ /for Ginny from Katie / @mythsofmodern​

"because  he  was  winding  up  some  first  years."  a  pause  for  a  moment  as  she  looked  at  the  other.  ginny  knows  it's  wrong  ,  that  she  shouldn't  lash  out  but  slytherin  boys  ,  they  just  got  to  her.  the  feeling  of  RIGHTOUESNESS  got  under  her  skin.  "and  i  mean  ,  haven't  you  ever  dreamt  of  punching  one  of  them?"

[choicedenied]

@mythsofmodern​     //     katie bell 

                   ‘’      well well well    . . .      if it isn’t  miss      katie bell.     here to try and show us all how it’s really played?      ‘’                   

[mercyburned-aa]

KISSING MEME PROMPTS.  /  @mythsofmodern​

      the last of her people.  the only survivor of mount weather.  one of them.  maya wasn’t fool enough to think that her life outside of the mountain would be easy  ;  the outsiders earthborn had every reason to distrust her and the sky people were,  fairly,  hit or miss  ー but that didn’t make it simple to swallow.  the best she could do was her best,  to help and give space equally where she could.  at least one person seemed to want her around.  callie’s kiss to her forehead was a rare kindness these days.  ❛ ーー thanks for listening to me vent,  callie. ❜

[mercyburned-aa]

@mythsofmodern​  :  ◈ /for George from Katie

        it wasn’t something he’d really planned on doing  ー  katie had come over to help put up the christmas decorations that he had been neglecting for the past two weeks,  and that turned into mugs of hot chocolate and curling up on the tattered sofa in front of a magical,  smokeless fire,  because the cold outside had snuck in through the window panes.  as they talked,  george noticed a string of mistletoe appearing in between them.  ❛ er  ー  i didn’t  ー ❜     but she had a look in her eye and was already leaning in   ...   who was he to deny her,  when he’d been trying to work up the nerve to ask her on a date anyway ?  

❛ oh,  fine.  you win,  kates... ❜

[lorespun]

❛  oh come on  . . .  ❜  arm winds around the other’s shoulders, forcing her to continue down the worn path lit only by the flashlight held loosely in his other hand.  ❛   you’re psyching yourself out, ‘brina.  ❜  eyes roll upwards and his head shakes  --  another snap is heard beside them and though he’ll never admit it, his heart leaps into his throat and he shines his light towards the disturbance only to find a rabbit hopping along minding his own business.  

fred laughs gently, shaking off his fright and turning back to the blonde.  ❛   see ?  nothing to be AFRAID of . . . you just heard a little bunny.  ❜   

@mythsofmodern​    ft.   sabrina  :   “That was definitely not the wind.”