#theatreofmind

[apolytia]

@theatreofmind invoked her wrath, 🌿🍒 - Absolute!Zee when they're allies

❝ I told you I would not treat you kindly when next you bound us together. Did you think me a liar, sorceress? ❞

The words - the declarations come at a growl from the witch's throat. Lips spiked with something like hunger split menacingly, two onyx waves parting that she might bare her fangs and lord, wolfish and ready to strike, over her aggressor.

A THUMP of flesh meeting marble sang out against the gentle tempo of a burning hearth behind them, accompanied by the faintest jingling of bells directly overhead. The witch had been preoccupied upon entering the room. Though she'd greeted the latest occupant of The Hieron, she'd failed to notice the mistletoe she'd hung o'er the entryway with great care.

Failed to notice it, at least of course, until Zatanna enchanted it to hang just o'er the witch's head at all times and took great care to follow her about.

Now, her honor was called into question. She'd given the sorceress her fair chance. An opportunity to be more than what she was before. Now? Now, the witch would allow her to live with the consequences of her actions.

Four onyx runes marked magical flesh. One directly upon, and around her twisted, inverse verse lips. One on either cheek, with smile-hooked edges gracing the fleeting outskirts of the initial mark. And one, tiny yet potent, in the center of her forehead. A mark o'er her 'third eye', in the hopes that all truths she imbibed in her life would flow through that note first.

❝ May this lesson grant you clarity yet unachieved. ❞

[chaosmultiverse]

@theatreofmind Tarhos for Vittorio Toscano

On particularly dangerous roads Tarhos would sleep in Duke Toscano's tent when he wasn't guarding, an extra layer of security in case nightwatch failed. And usually it went without incident, not much said, at least not by Tarhos, truly Vittorio could speak more words in a single evening than what you'd find in the many books he owned back home.

Either way, tonight was not one of those uneventful nights where they slept across from each other peacefully as in the middle of the night Tarhos woke with a blood curdling scream.

Tarhos was paler than usual, there was cold sweat on his forehead and his breathes were hurried and deep. If Vittorio hadn't managed to wake up due to the scream then it was likely Tarhos harshly shooing one of the other guards away that'd do it "Everything is fine in here, return to your post, what have you never seen someone have a night terror? Go. Now." And the guard followed his order.

[desiderixm]

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Unpopular rpc opinions

I'm going to be fully honest, the entire reason I don't have "p.roship dni" in my rules anymore is because anyone who unironically uses the terms "p.roship" or "a.nti" tend to be the most insane people I've ever met. Not only have those terms lost all their meaning, but both sides tend to be so discourse brained they'll justify the worst behavior just to fit their own narrative. I do not want to be around 30 y/os who are arguing with teenagers over whether or not they're allowed to be uncomfortable with something and I don't want to get sent death threats by 30 y/os who think because you write toxic ships you're normalizing x, y, and z.

Those terms have completely lost their meaning from how they originated. I can't believe I unironically seen people crashing out over the O.utlast T.rials update where they added the conjoined K.ress twins, calling the game "p.roship propaganda". You know, the game that has way worse things than conjoined twin incest thats messaging is very much "facism will scapegoat and abuse what we as a society deem disposable". Where the k.ress twins are "p.rime assets" aka they're not good people and they never were.

Like.... y'all can excuse C.oyle being the most average cop imaginable (wife beater, murderer, extremely racist, uses excessive force, etc. etc.) and say that's 100% fine, but we're drawing the line at conjoined twin incest? What is even happening anymore—

[stgzr]

@theatreofmind from here

"Really? Well... I guess I could stand to slow down a bit."

♫

Rex actually set his fists at his sides and puffed out his chest a little for a moment. The lower part of his hoodie even fluttered in the wind, almost giving a partial image of what he might have looked like with a full cape. He could cool off, be sensible. Not to mention, now it started to feel like he was talking to a peer just now-- like a classmate or a co-worker. Not quite friends yet, but 'acquaintance' sounded better than what might have been uttered, otherwise.

"Awww, that's usually how it is in this two-bit town! They wanna act like they got one over Los Angeles or Miami in terms of excitement, but more Northeasterly-like. Sometimes it is fun, like openings of places or parades and festivals. Rest of the time? Muckraking galore."

He couldn't help it, he felt a great deal more chatty just now. Not a tell-all, but he could probably spill some more details than usual...

[angelatelier]

@theatreofmind I also wanna hear the yap

giving you two bits of yap because I have 2 on mind: i genuinely think Kiwa & Remy would have one of the funniest dynamics known to man kind. It gives matching the vibes to the max. It’s kiwa going “it is always morally correct to steal from hobby lobby” and Remy matching that energy tenfold LMAOOO

& with Hana omg I giggle thinking about her using gamer lingo & Kiwa, who does NOT game (she’s bad at it, she likes cozy games), trying to decode it through whatever she remembers her brother (also a gamer) saying. She’s like looking through her memories trying to translate it and failing. 😭

[mxlevolence]

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ "Does it get easier?" / Susie — KINGDOM OF COPPER / accepting!

@theatreofmind's question hits like a semi truck. Like three hundred tons of dead weight. As Ghostface reels from it, his shock is blissfully concealed by his mask ( although its agony is a befitting expression, too. )

"In some ways, yes," he admits, which covers enough bases without admitting what lurks on the other end of that sentence. The unspoken but. He busies himself with plucking stray fuzzes from his shroud, a useless distraction. Anything to avoid speaking the harsh reality: that for many of them, it gets easier, but it doesn't get better. Indeed, it only gets worse. In small ways, in grand ways—like a roller coaster twisting and turning, diving, rising, plummeting.

And, God, he can't even imagine being as young as she is. With her whole life still ahead of her, yet confined to this place for eternity. Mitigated to a role determined for her by an Entity they only minutely understand. It makes his stomach turn. How unpleasant, that sensation. Some semblance of empathy that he is otherwise incapable of.

"You get better over time. Find your flow, your style, and then you reap the rewards She gives you. So, yes, it gets easier."

And what a bumfuck answer that is. Not a lie, but not the full truth.

[unhalloweds]

an owl delivered @theatreofmind;

"you  didn't  need  to  come." (To Gabriel, from Sombra)

He didn’t, but it’s his job.

If she wasn’t an asset – a decent one, per his low standards of her – he would have walked. The infiltration wasn’t hard, they never were; he blamed the incompetence on his team, it was never him. How could it be him? He was far too trained and skilled in this exact area. An unfinished job also simply didn’t look good on his part, and Gabriel cared a little too much about his image. 

“You’re right, everyone else is already on the ship. We could be ten minutes from here by now, with silence.” Behind the material of his mask, it was difficult to engage with a lighter, almost mocking tune to his vocals. They’d taken out every target; the data was already on the ship, though he’d been bluffing about the bodies. He knew not everyone was making it back– he just needed to ensure this one did. He heard the bullets over their communication device before it’d gotten concerning from there, it’d been the only reason he’d forced himself to her location in the first place. 

“Finish wrapping it up and let’s go– we can’t waste anymore time here.”

Any prior jest had fallen from his tone, clipping itself with a wave of talons in her direction. As if the gesture would have been an extension of his hand to help her, but instead became another tool of sarcasm in his favor.

[fifthimpact]

❛ UGH , here we go. y` wanna know why , ( @theatreofmind ) ? that's because i don't DO friends. i don't DO acquaintances. its just me , myself , and i. BETTER THAT WAY. everyone that gets close to me ? ends up biting the bullet ; don't matter if i'm the one pulling the trigger or not. i'm walking bad luck. a - a - a walking TRAGEDY even. `cept no one survives the play at all. ❜

tentative starter call feat. jinx ! ( accepting ! )