#sunlightpassed

[stormlit]

@sunlightpassed / grayson

        ❝ i don’t suppose there’s any point asking you what you’ve been up to. ❞ she puts the kettle on without even asking; everything’s better with a cup of tea, isn’t it?  ❝ is there any point asking if you’ve been safe? i worry about...well, i worry about everything, but i worry about you. ❞

[eveofcarnage-blog]

     Having never been anxious about walking home from the tavern before, Eve doesn’t believe that anything supernatural is lurking in the dark.  There’s no such thing as monsters, only people, which  are much, much worse. With that in mind, she also isn’t fool enough to walk home after dark unarmed.  There’s always a semi-automatic pistol at her side and a jackknife in her pocket.

     She takes a drag of her cigarette, smoke billowing around her head as she releases it. Hearing heavy footsteps behind her, she freezes; listening to the boots scrape against the sidewalk. Twisting around, she finds nothing but darkness there. Then she turns, gasping for a breath of air and shifting back.

     He’s staring her down. “What the hell?” she asks him, attempting to catch her breath. “You scared the shit out of me.” By the time she finishes her sentence, his hands around around her throat and she’s lifted off of her feet. The burning cigarette hits the ground as he slings her into the alley. 

     Eve’s lower back meets with a dumpster and she cries out from the sharp pain. But it doesn’t hurt enough to distract her from pulling the pistol out. “Don’t,” she warns. “I will pull this trigger.” He’s laughing, stalking toward her. Eve makes good on the threat and fires several times; each bullet having no effect; razor teeth emerging.

@sunlightpassed (John WInchester)

[xxtakinitlikeachampxx-archi-blog]

Post 2 of 2 .. The Walking Dead / Lion King Style

Negan - Scar - @xxtakinitlikeachampxx Rick - Mufasa - @spillcdblood Simon - Ed Dwight - Banzai - @sunlightpassed

[sunbeamiing]

( @sunlightpassed / declan )

         ❝ i’ve never seen you in uniform. ❞ he looks good---but it still twists something up inside her, knowing what the uniform actually means. he could be going out into a warzone at any time, facing god only knows what, he could have to fight and kill...and layla doesn’t want to have to think about that, about what he might have to face. and who is she to judge? it’s a good duty, even if she doesn’t believe violence is ever the answer, and it’s his choice. she still barely knows him, anymore. it’s not her place.  ❝ ---do you want something to eat? ❞

[stormlit]

2, 4, 6

( ask me about my muses ) 

2. are there any tropes that pull you in or that you realise are reoccuring in your muses?answered here!

4. what’s the weirdest muse you’ve ever had?uh i’ve written a cat before? just like…..an actual cat. other than that idk that i’d class any of my muses as weird, necessarily, they fitted into whatever i was into at the time. ( even if yikes some of my early ones weren’t great. )

6. is there a muse you’d add or bring back if you didn’t have to worry about whether others are interested in them or not?…i pretty much just add muses when the whim takes me and i don’t worry so much about whether other people are interested, mostly bc i know i can bully my friends into writing with them regardless of how well their fandoms fit together. i’ve been in a fandom of one or two a lot, i’m used to having to stretch myself to get people to write with my muses and if i love that character enough, it’s not gonna stop me. ( nothing can stop me. something probably should. i need self-control. )

[stormlit]

( @sunlightpassed / otto / cont. )

         ❝ some things aren’t that easy, o. ❞ she wishes they were. she wishes everything were simple, instead of becoming such a twisted mess, mattie not knowing where to turn or which way to go. away from home ( away from him, traitorous as that sounds ), things were so much more straightforward, and mattie misses the certainty she’d had, the absolute understanding of who she is.

         she should be glad the war’s over. she misses who she was during it. who she got to be.

         ❝ there’s a difference between giving up and just knowing something for sure, ain’t there? ❞

[stormlit]

( @sunlightpassed / declan / cont. )

         ❝ i don’t remember what it’s like. ❞ everything’s been empty. numb. tunny feels as though his insides have been hollowed out, leaving nothing more than an empty space inside him, so vast that it’s eating him alive. isn’t that what black holes are --- gaping nothingness eating everything in its path? where the fuck does it end? when does he get to be a person again?

         ❝ feeling alive. i don’t remember it. i just gotta feel more than this, right? more than nothing. people do, i---i used to be so fuckin’ angry. now i got nothing. ❞

[killermemoirs-blog]

“this is all out of our control.” (from isabel)

     “Yes,” he says quietly, a sleek grin drawing on his expression. “Isn’t it wonderful?” And to him, it is. Chaos pleases Stark, a small thrill that makes his dick hard.. “What do you suggest we do to get things in control?”