#ruptorune

[babyunwin]

@ruptorune  !

                          IT’S BEEN ALMOST A YEAR. and it’s been a tough one. not as much a rollercoaster because there had been way more downs than ups. started with him breaking up with her after their whole relationship had been crumbling for months before. stress of finding a place of her own. the aftermath of the break-up. spiraling. almost overdosing. the wake up call after almost dying. rosie’s intervention. moving, again. losing two of her jobs. quitting the last one. trying to get sober. falling back. trying again. failing again. it’s been rough but things are starting to look up - somewhat. she’s avoided going out. in fact, she hasn’t left the apartment much at all. had fallen into a bit of a slump. tonight was the first night out in two months. she hadn’t drunk or taken anything in around seven weeks which may not sound like a lot but it was a huge step for her. but it’s also tugging on every fiber of her being, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t tempted all the god damn time. daisy had no intention of staying too long  (  a strange thought for someone who used to be the last to leave.  )  only waiting for rosie to catch up with everyone while she tried not to get too involved into conversations. they would all go the same direction and it’s the last thing she needs right now. at some point, a free spot on the couch catches her eye. with her cup still in hand, she lets herself fall onto it. head turns to see who she had landed next to and a lump immediately forms in her throat, swallowing thickly. ker hadn’t mentioned he’d be here. why would he be anyway  ?  part of her considers simply getting back up again and walking away but she’s frozen. left staring at him. heart breaks once more at the thought of him having become a stranger. there’d been little to no contact and now he was here. popping up out of nowhere. mind blank, the breathed greeting just slips out before she can stop it.  ❛            hi.  ❜

[qwilll]

❛    so   ...    ❜       tongue runs over teeth ,  coaxing words ,  as he tries to elaborate on what seems like a complicated skillset .  hands run through hair .   he squints over .       ❛    so   ...   you control shit in other people’s bodies   ?    you could stop someone breathing ,  or turn their spleen inside - out    ?    ❜

not that Peter wants Dae to .   that would be gross .

@ruptorune    /    s.

[waywardsignnsa]

@ruptorune GOD DAMN IT IS BARELY PAST 8 IN THE MORNING. YOU’RE GOING TO JAIL. YOU DON’T PASS GO. YOU DON’T COLLECT 200$. YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID

[ironhardpacker]

@ruptorune 💖’d for a starter!

        “Uh, that’s not mine.” Tony says, immediately regretting having spoken out at all. Should’ve just ignored it, idiot. Quick, think of someone else to blame! “It’s, uh... Steve’s. Captain America’s.” Wow, good job. He sighs, having given up on his poorly-executed ruse. 

        “Look...I liked Arthurian legend stuff as a kid, alright? Just a hobby for a nerdy little kid. Not like I LARP and dress up in armor now.” He says, eyes quickly glancing at a half-built set of Iron Man armor resting nearby. “Don’t. Say. Anything.” 

[earthrage]

@ruptorune  /  sc.

                           she’s been there for four days. had watched the place for a bit before. no one came or left so it was safe to assume that whoever lived there was on vacation or something similar. she came in through the kitchen window, knocked over a couple of things on her way down but she didn’t care much. after a quick tour to check if really no one was there, she’d been able to take a breath. the first night the still took the couch. before she was bold enough to just sleep in their bed. there wasn’t much in the fridge but enough to get her through some days. had only left once to get some more stuff she was craving but otherwise stayed inside. took her first shower after what had felt like years. really made herself feel at home. it’s been messy before but she’s definitely made that worse.

                                  startled to suddenly hear someone working the front door. she’s up in an instant, cursing under her breath, drops the plate with the sandwich she’d just made and reaches for her stuff instead. backpack, jacket and runs from the living room towards the kitchen to leave the same way she had come. hands work to get the window open, glancing back to see a man standing in the hallway but that won’t stop her. turns back around, ready to climb out until she suddenly can’t move at all anymore.

[fxlconsnest]

@ruptorune replied to your post: horses > birds any day

dae vc: the anon is right. not sorry

this is how caesar felt when his homies stabbed him in the back, huh :|| 

[eggsyarchived]

❛    I said i'm fine ,  alright    ?      just fuck off .    ❜      turns his gaze away ,  hiding injuries ,  hiding expression .   as if talking to his shoes ,  instead of the other .

@ruptorune    /    s.

[waywardsignns-a]

@ruptorune || Emma

“Stay there, Emmalyn! Stay here and do not come out under any circumstances until we come and get you! I love you ... I love you Emmalyn stay here!”

Those were the last words Emma had heard from her Mother before her world was filled with sounds that she would rather forget. Unable to cover her ears entirely enough to block out the sounds, she was aware of the heat that was so intense it reached her hiding spot, aware of the voices that called out as objects shattered under the rough care of the bandits ... and still Emma didn’t move. Nor did she so much as make a single sound as she remained hunched in her hiding spot she had been placed in, shaking like a leaf as she waited for her family to come and get her. Not once did she think that they wouldn’t come for her ... they always said that family finds one another no matter what ... they had to find her again. They always said they would if anything ever happened!

Unaware that the bandits had left with the smoke rising high into the sky well over the tree line that surrounded the clearing it was almost a solid hour later that Emma finally emerged from her hiding spot with painstakingly slow actions. With the embers of the fire long since burnt out now that there was no more fuel to feed the flames, the smoke still filled the air as the ashen remains of her home remained smoldering ... and likely would for many hours after this. 

“...Mama..? Papa!?” Calling out their names, Emma began forward slowly, unable to take deep breaths without coughing, searching the area tirelessly as her fear began to mount. “Mama?! Papa!? Connor!? Anybody!?” her voice growing louder as tears streaked a path through her soot covered cheeks, she came to a stop, looking around as she desperately tried to figure out what she should do ...