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[zachariahs]

@sunnyarchives​ sent:  // Reverse Corner/Throat, Trench to Emily? Thank you so much!

Violent muse reaction prompts || Status: Accepting

— < ▼ > It’s confusing how the rush of anger and annoyance took over him, pushing him closer to the research assistant. The way he moves till there’s barely space between them and the glare Trench gives is stronger than any of the usual ones he provides. Zachariah frowns, ready to bark out words he doesn’t mean... Hell, he doesn’t even know what is going on -- the surge of this wrath is forcing him, further and further, words loudly echoing in his mind. He can’t stand it. He can’t control it, not even remotely. Just as he stands in front of Emily Pope, his hand rises and approaches her jugular in intent to press down. But then the noises in his head quiet as he sees fear before him. He doesn’t do it, doesn’t do anything, his hand drops like a scolded child’s and he steps back, shocked. 

             ❝I... I am so sorry.❞ The director, once mighty, has fallen so low to apologize for his actions? Well, he wasn’t himself, that’s for sure. He felt closer to a marionette now than ever. Some string pulling him to do things he wouldn’t ever consider... An apologize, however, is all he could offer.

[zachariahs]

“Date?” meme || Status: Accepting

@sunnyarchives​ said: “Date?” 💛

Zachariah Trench & Zeke Miller 

Who asks for it:

[ X ] Your muse asks mine

[ ] My muse asks yours

Type of date:

[ X ] Platonic Date

[ ] Romantic Date

[ ] First Date

[ ] Double date with: ____ & ____

Location for the date:

[ ] Movies  

• [ ] Romantic Comedy  

• [ ] Adventure Movie  

• [ ] Animation (Pixar/Disney)  

• [ ] Horror  

• [ ] Drama  

• [ ] Buddy Movie  

• [ ] ___ (other options)

[ X ] Restaurant  

• [ X ] Expensive/High Class  

• [ ] Small and familiar  

• [ ] Fast Food

[ X ] Nature

• [ ] Beach

• [ X ] Park

• [ ] Forest

    • [ ] …and having a picnic

[ ] Visiting a Museum

[ ] Visiting an amusement park

[ ] Visiting a haunted location

[ ] Staying at home

• [ ] Watching movies

• [ ] Playing Video Games

• [ ] Reading

[ ] ___ (other options)

The date might hopefully end with…

[ ] …holding hands

[ ] …a kiss

[ ] …in bed

[ X ] …knowing each other better

[ ] …sleepover between friends

[ ] …a marriage proposal

[ ] ___ (other options)

Should you reblog this?:

[ X ] Yes. I want to send you one.

[ ] Yes.

[ ] No.

[zachariahs]

— < ▼ > Trench huffs cigarette smoke, eyes rapidly moving across the board, still avoiding people. He’s trying to make sense of it, understand what’s not clicking. He can’t figure it out, however, and it’s plaguing him. Weak. Pathetic. Confused. Rings in his head and it’s not the Board’s voice calling him for a compulsory engagement. It’s something else, something maddening and cruel... Perhaps the age and loss of everything was finally catching up, maybe his hopeless situation was weighing him down far too much now.

        Despite all this, once Emily offers to work more on this project, The Director nods in approval. That would be good. There’s a chance that more data could make this clearer, easier to comprehend. If it isn’t his own short comings of the situation. His exhaustion stretches over him, presses down till all he can do is gasp out smoke, and nothing else. But he tries to talk.

        ❝Alright. Do more test and what have you. Just clear up the details and come back here by the point you’re done. No rush on this.❞

< @sunnyarchives​ / Emily Pope / cont. from here >

[malonox]

‘Trick or Treat! 🎃’

Trick or Treat!

 ❝You’re looking for something, Merris?❞

[malonox]

[ 💔 For Merris? Please and thank you! ]

Fucked up kissing meme || Accepting

18. a  kiss  that  draws  blood.

     Dark locks drape over her shoulders and The Herald should see no appeal in it but the way they frame her face and put her throat on display—it becomes nearly entrancing. He wants to put his hands there. Squeeze till she no longer can breathe. Merris, poor little Merris... What things did you do to deserve this?

    Either which way, Mr. S͞cr͢at͡c̛h sees no wrong in approaching the (despite     herself) frightened girl as she steps back, and moves in a way as if making herself smaller would prevent her from being noticed and observed. The double’s eyes settle on her pair, big and bright, yet clouded by foreboding. She senses that whatever will happen on this Cliffside won’t be good. Or so he feels. Maybe he’s reading too far into this. She has become such a good pet, chasing after Wake, letting Scratch play with her while the writer is busy.

    And so he grabs at her, by her neck, as her fingers quickly after latch onto his larger hands. Scraping at the skin in an attempt to free herself. No luck. The Darkness was his forte. The Herald of Darkness can do so much more in his domain, in this small town of Night Springs.

    With great force, he brings her up to his level, so they’re face to face, and smashes their lips together. She doesn’t let him in, of course, she wouldn’t. And he allows it, despite his frustration as he tries to push into her. And with no luck, he bares his teeth.

    He bites her, drawing blood and shock from the poor journalist. She stiffens momentarily before starting to kick and gouge her nails against his skin more. The shadow double laughs and drops her to the ground then unceremoniously.

    ❝Until next time.❞ He says to her confused expression, before the darkness overtakes everything, swooping her off the cliff and towards the lower ground.

[markrnaird-archive]

( “Whoa, when did you get this?” - For Zeke (of course!) )

injury starters || status: accepting

★ ★ ★

     Naird stifles a chuckle, touching lightly at the forming small bruise under his eye. Telling the actual story of a four-star General, now chief of space operations, getting into a fight feels undignifying so instead, he shrugs. Drops his arm to his side.

     ❝It’s just a sign of me being clumsy in the morning. Erin left a pantry open and I didn’t see it. Walked face first into it.❞ He suggests instead, hopefully believably enough. He didn’t want to raise concern in the boy. Telling him the meeting with his parents didn’t go well... that’d be more trouble than Mark was willing to allow. He just wanted to apologize but things escalated. Too bad, but what can you do. ❝It’s gonna be fine, a couple days and it’ll be gone.❞ There’s a light friendly smile on his lips, then. Wishing to put Zeke at ease.

[malonox]

( “Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.”/ “Is that the best you’ve got?” - For Merris?? Please and Thank you! c:

@minttexan​ || physical contact starters || status: accepting

     This was a mess and a half, but the Herald was enjoying it. As the woman before him tried to spout back insults, he simply smiled at her. Oh, the ever feisty Merris... If she only knew how much fun this could be, for him. If only she would continue down the pit of anger. Yet, she makes a comment about the writer and he halts, frowns and venomously attempts to threaten her: 

    ❝Keep talking, and I’ll seriously slap the shit out of you.❞ He almost yells, he hates it when she does this-- interrupts their private fun by trying to bring the Champion into this. As she glares at him from where he’s holding her, she attempts to kick him but he laughs. ❝Is that the best you’ve got?❞ 

    And with that little foreplay out of the way, he throws her against the wall, only to press her to it in the following seconds. Putting their foreheads together, smiles with faux affection, while his eyes gleam despite how empty they are-- this is the only time he feels alive.

    ❝We should do something. Something more fun.❞

[markrnaird-archive]

( 5. A kiss on the forehead/Head - For Zeke, please? Thank you so much! ; u ; )

@sollumin ||  special kiss meme fill.

15. A kiss on the forehead/head

★ ★ ★

     The boy is too close and too distraught, Mark can’t help it. The pity and guilt he feels getting the better of him-- he should have been there, did he make the wrong choice? Would he have been there if he knew? God, there was a plethora of questions and considerations, this was only the tip of the iceberg. 

    Zeke shudders slightly, whether it's the cold air in the desert night or if it’s a withheld sob, Mark didn’t know. But the General puts an arm around the youngster's shoulder, pulling him in and holding him tight in a hug.

    ❝Zeke... I am so sorry.❞ Naird mutters as if it’s gonna change the years of neglect bestowed upon the child. He without much thought kisses his temple, lightly, as he used to do with Erin when she was still his little girl and not a rebellious teenager. ❝I promise to make it up to you. I mean it.❞

    You don’t abandon your own... never. Even if you don’t know it, you can’t allow it. The guilt will eat away at him and he won’t forgive himself, but now... now, he’ll stay. For good.