#psychoxsomatic

[bramblescratches]

— THE POET // cont. @psychoxsomatic

“There…there has to be another way,” Orpheus said. He banged hard on the dirt covered ground that was once the entrance to the underground. He tried to ignore the voices that spoke. This was their fault. If they hadn’t made him second guess himself, he would have never turned around. Eurydice would be with him again. Instead she was in Hadestown, and he would never see her again. “Stop-…” Orpheus begged as he finally stopped hitting the ground, “Please…just stop.”

A PERPLEXING MORTAL; ORPHEUS WAS. one of the sisters; she tilts her head softly, face alight with curiosity. what strange courage; he carried. oh, what fun they’ll have; his mind was so fresh, so new, so alight with passion; though it all came tumbling down with one swift move. oh, what fun they’ll have dragging his mind deeper and deeper into ruin.

after all; they only can see from his eyes; speak from his mouth. the fates; they never lie, each word they spin; each doubt they pull at; pulled from the depths of brains; from fears and insecurites. sure; they take pleasure in causing madness and fear, but nothing’s completely false- each flowering manipulation, born from a seed of truth.

they can’t help but chuckle at his resolve. “you sent her down there, boy. it’s your fault...a tresspasser; a theif....a low...low being...YOU...CLIPPED THE SONGBIRD’S WINGS.”

[leaguexofxherxown]

Spencer & Danielle thread with @psychoxsomatic​, continued from here.

The words had left the Doctor’s lips almost without her realising.  What had been a mere thought in her mind might not have been the best course of conversation for their flight.  Setting her own book down as he began to speak, Dani watched Spencer, tilting her head to the side as she listened to him speak.  She could almost see the cogs turning in his head.  But then the question was turned back to her.  “Though it would be nice...to have everything we’ve ever wanted...are we supposed to?”

[forourghosts]

@psychoxsomatic​ liked for a starter from Melanie!

“hello, David.”

glancing up from the notes that she’s working on, tilting her head as she observes him in the doorway of her office, she offers him a gentle little smile, blue eyes curiously fixed on him. “we don’t have a Talk Work session today, was there something you needed to talk to me about?”

[storieswrittcnarc]

@psychoxsomatic​ sent “you’re an idiot” ( diego to klaus )

send in “ YOU’RE AN IDIOT. ” for your muse to tend to my muse’s wounds after a fight/battle, because this trope is too good okay it deserves a MEME!

send in “ AT LEAST I’VE GOT YOU HERE TO TAKE CARE OF ME, RIGHT? ” for my muse to tend to your muse’s wounds after a fight/battle.

status: accepting

“It was just a small fight, Diego.” A few bruises on his face, a split lip, a bloody nose. Nothing too big of a deal. Sure, he could have very well been stabbed out on those streets but at least he hadn’t run into some drug deal or someone he scammed or owed money too - right?

There’s a wince as Diego runs the cloth over his split lip to wipe away the blood there, “I’m fine, alright? You don’t need to worry about me.”

[magicandmayhcm]

@psychoxsomatic​

“Apparently my dad is always in meetings or doing paperwork, so I figured I would come say hello to my favorite technical analyst. Doing anything fun and exciting lately, Garcia?” 

[storieswrittcnarc]

@psychoxsomatic​ liked for a starter from peter for roman

monster - skillet

“I hate what I’ve become.” With the vargulf in him, it takes EVERYTHING to keep it at bay. Every single day is a struggle with the beast inside of him, clawing at him in an attempt to get free of its cage. He keeps reminding himself that he only changes on the wrong moon to HELP people but how many more times can he take it? How long before he fully turns? Hopefully never but the risk is HUGE.

He’s not quite sure why he openly admits this to Roman, it sort of just slips out, and there’s no pretending like he hasn’t said it now.

[xpendent]

@psychoxsomatic​ sent:  “You’re not…scared of me?”  (from David) meme :: X-Men First Class Sentences   || ACCEPTING ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

           ❝  ——  I do not believe there is anything to fear,  ❞   Charles stared firmly at the male across from him. There was a familiar aura about him, a sense that did not alert the telepath to danger or fear. However, he was finding it rather hard to penetrate the boy’s mind. Almost as if he was blocking him out. Only one conclusion could be had  —  Mutant. He has come across several other telepaths in his life, all of which proved to be a challenge within the mind, yet, there was something different about this one. Something that was more confusing and clouded more than anything. It made the professor curious and intrigued as to why he could not explore within,   ❝  If one lives in fear of our own then we will never have anyone to trust,  ❞   a hand extended towards the other in a peaceful gesture as he introduced himself,   ❝  Charles Xavier.  ❞

[hurtbywhisperedmuses]

“I didn’t exactly think there needed to be a special occasion to have a drink,” Chris laughed, downing the rest of what was in her glass before motioning for another. She had just come back from a harsh assignment, on that had taken her away from home for over a month. She often took assignments like that, but it never normally weighed her down as much as this one did. Oh well, maybe she was just getting too old. 

“To drinking for the hell of it!”