#prophecyread

[rubiesintherough]

(( @prophecyread​ sent --- Send me [PANIC] and I’ll write my muse coming to yours during a panic attack, seeking safety. / Mahia and Amos ))

     “ A... Am --- ! “      Mahia choked on his name. 

                                        Had she even spoken? 

The wall seemed to shift beneath her hand, the floor beneath unsteady steps stretching further no matter how quickly she stumbled forward... feeling as though she’d made no progress at all. No further from where she’d awoken, alone. No further from those features leering above her, contorted, beside pristine walls.  Each breath burned. Their shallowness left her lungs aching, that sensation doing nothing to calm the thunderous pounding of her heart, louder, louder --- ! 

         “ A m o s...! “      A wheeze, forced free.     Where was he? 

Feathers dragged across the floor, her mind refusing to even acknowledge them, now.  Disgusting.  The word had echoed. Muttered behind thin masks. An in the next instant --- both arms snapped to close over her chest, nails gouging into skin... a weak shield from the agony that had ripped through her moments before,. All in the healer’s mind, she knew that. Only memories. Pain that had left her throat raw from screams unheard. That prick of blades in her back, so clear as though she might reach back and find one there, again, burrowed beside wings. 

                       How her body shook... 

Fear. All there was, then. All there was, now. Past and present merging in every way that didn’t make sense.   This familiar hallway one moment, home, safety... and in the next, a cell floor stained and discolored by droplets of blood spilled, and the glaring light that never dimmed, the approach of footsteps nearing her door to take her away. To hoist her up by her arm --- when had she fallen? --- pay no heed to how her hands scrambled for a hold, the desperate pleas as she was pulled toward the door, no matter how she planted her feet, fought,  b e g g e d.   Her frame shrank into the shadows. Knees jerked toward her heaving chest, head bowing to meet them, and those despised wings curling as a closing curtain around her. She hadn’t made it far.  Couldn’t move a step further.       But, they were coming.     Steps nearer, each urging another shudder that surged from the very tips of ebony feathers, down her spine, blood freezing in her veins. 

No, not them. Wasn’t them.  Was it?  They weren’t hear, couldn’t touch her, couldn’t harm her ever again so long as...     “ A M O S --- ! “      Finally, a cry.  Hoarse, and cracking with a sob.  Hands rose in a frantic instant to clutch over tear-stricken face, quivering lips.  So long as he was there... she was safe. 

And he was there. Even his presence so familiar, that realization alone helping to loosen the frigid grip terror had kept around her heart. Not enough to let her open her eyes, to uncoil her tiny frame from where she’d huddled... yet, Mahia managed to draw in a full breath --- painful as it was, catching on the lump in her throat --- for the first time in seeming hours. 

[quixoticcaptain]

“  get  used  to  disappointment.  ” from Amos

Holden groans from the floor.

He’d gotten a little drunk before making his way to Amos’ rooms on Tycho. Well, a little more than a little. But clearly not drunk enough to make his way to Amos. He couldn’t really put his finger on why. Or… he could, but he isn’t sure he wants to.

He just wants to be with Amos. In his space. He’d said more than that. More than he planned to. More than he’s realized he’s wanted to. 

“‘M used to it,” he grumbles, throwing an arm over his eyes to shield them from Amos’ lights. He really shouldn’t have lain on the floor. It had felt so right at the time. “AM used to it. Just not from you.”

With another groan he pulls himself to sit up, prepares to climb up into the couch beside him. “You need a room with a better floor.”

[asteroidborn]

“  hear  this  now —  i  will  always  come  for  you.  ” // from drummer on prophecyread

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         Exhausted eyes flutter shut.  There’s a firm grip on Naomi’s arm but she can’t bring herself to turn around quite yet.  They’d been through so much in such a short amount of time.  Her heart called out to the other woman but there was also no denying her family.  She’d been lost.  She’d been confused by stepping into the world of Tycho after having been secluded on the Cant for so long and there was a huge part of her that had to admit she missed being surrounded by others like her.  Other belters.  She loved her crew.  As much as they frustrated her  they were a family bonded by things no one else could understand.

         At the same time, Drummer was also her family.  Though in a different sense.  That’s what made walking away so goddamn hard.  Naomi had to keep reminding herself that it wasn’t like she was walking away forever.

         “ You’d better, “ the engineer turns to smile.  Unable to help herself, Naomi takes a step closer so she can lean her forehead against the other’s.  She hoped Camina understood why she had to walk away and that in doing so she also wasn’t turning her back on her people.  “ Or else I’m going to think you’re mad at me for leaving. “

[corruptedspider]

                    “this suit has more technology in it than most believe,” he said sharply, “it’s a reason to why i don’t let just anyone poke around near it or in it.” the last thing peter needed was have to redo everything from scratch. 

// @prophecyread -amos

[seesgood]

Listen but every ounce of mom in me cringed so hard at that purple monkey reply like noooooooooooooooooo all slow motion and everything. Izzy still has the original ribbit, the identical replacement that remained mostly untouched from the desperate attempt to replace the worn down version and about five or six frogs that were specifically purchased because they were mama ribbits and grandpa ribbits and so on. So. Many. Frogs. And then the original in its twelve year old miserable glory.

OKAY BUT DOES EVERY FAMILY HAVE THIS SAME STORY bc my sister has this bunny that she’s had since she was like 2 and it’s gotten to the point where my dad had to buy like 8 of them and keep them in storage bc they went out of production. stuffed animals man, they’re a nightmare.

[shallowsurvived]

❝ I tried to call you, ❞ Even if he seems relatively cool with it, she still can’t help but be nervous. Cordelia is her everything. Has been since the first day she held the little girl in her arms. ❝ When I first found out, ❞ Nancy’s arms fold around her middle, fingers curling into the fabric of her sweater. He’s so stoic. For as good as she is at reading people, she can’t read him. ❝ But I..I guess you changed your number. And I couldn’t find you. It wasn’t ever my intention to leave you out. ❞ She hopes he understands, but also knows that on some level, he probably won’t. ❝ And I mean she’s...she’s yours, you know? Your name is on the birth certificate and everything I just, I never got the chance to tell you. ❞  

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[threecardtrick]

“There are some strange cold people in this world.”

[timeforgcda]

WES CHATHAM .... (npc meme)

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kinsey holt

One of the first SHIELD agents who befriended Steve did so through the boxing ring.  An avid fighter, Kinsey was one of the few people who didn’t lock up when a newly resurrected Steve walked by.  They kept running into each other during Steve’s late night rampages through the gym.  His anger was taken out on a punching bag more often than not.  Some nights he jogged it off.  But, Kinsey never asked a question.  In fact, he would simply throw a pair of boxing gloves Steve’s way and wait for the soldier to get into the ring.

Kinsey is also very passionate about mixed martial arts.  Whenever there’s a UFC fight on Steve can generally be found at his friend’s apartment drinking a beer cheering on his favorite fighter.  It’s helped point him in the direction of new styles he wants to try.