#thrownsoul

[driftvoid]

“ – Ah, in this case I would suggest to… RUN!”| @thrownsoul LIKED.

[stormlit]

❝ oh no, no. ❞ the liberty's looking better than ever now she's got a new lick of paint on her hull — not that that's saying much; she was barely still flying when billie got her hands on her, desperate for a project that'd stop her thinking — and billie herself has even been graced with a smear of it on her forehead. it makes a change from oil, at least, though she tries not to look like an awful mess when she's docked someplace. folks tend not to take well to it.

she wipes her hands on her overalls, now, wrinkling her nose. ❝ i'm not interested in no...do-goodin' or saving the universe shit. you look the type. ❞ she's no galactic goddamn girl scout; she did her time, and that's that. most days, billie thinks the world can fuck off and save itself. ❝ you need somethin' fixing, though, i can help with that. ❞

@thrownsoul liked for a starter

[maybepeace]

/ @thrownsoul.

The first thing he brings her is a blanket.

That, and a bandage around his forearm, from one of the previous visits. But that's not for her. Just from her.

It's night. And almost dark enough in here to touch. 'Cause they haven't let her have any lights yet. No help from the tiny barred window just shy of the ceiling — just on ground level on the outside.

He can just about see her, anyway. Wolf helps with that.

The blanket's rolled up tight. Way you'd do it to tie it to the back of a saddle. So he crouches, slowly, smoothly, and sets it on the floor. Little twist of his wrist to angle it just right. Gives it the gentlest push.

And he stays, still, silent, watching as it rolls across the gritty stone floor to her.

"More where that came from." Small gesture after it. "More stuff. All you gotta do is ask for it."

[tremaynes]

some calls don't really need a full engine crew, and fionn has to imagine it can be pretty intimidating for a victim, with everyone standing around watching; he knows he wouldn't have wanted a dozen firefighters staring at him during the worst moments of his life. he didn't want anybody there. rock bottom was solitary confinement, the doors locked tight for far too long. he can't help anyone else find their key — aside, he supposes, from the times he's literally breaking a door down — but he can get the team who are just waiting around to act like they're something other than a theatre audience. cap will radio if they're needed.

which is why he sees her. again; she's been there before, at other shouts. it's why he's free to head towards her, with a, ❝ hey, wait up! ❞ he jogs over, hands slightly raised to seem unthreatening. ❝ i've seen you a lot, at different calls. ❞

@thrownsoul

[soulmissed]

@thrownsoul, cont.

just a nightmare, alice responds. the boy knows them well. something frightening. some mental, malignant imagery. it steals your rest. it steals your peace. tonight, it has stolen hers.

the boy had come shuttling, shuffling into kitchen. (he’d been blurry-eyed, uncoordinated.) his hunt for a warm glass of milk was suddenly disregarded. for he spied her there. friend in need.

auggie leaves, resurfaces, teddy bear tugged between arms. “ you can keep my teddy bear the rest of the night, alice. ” mumbled into the plane of his hand. “ i can stay up with you. ”

[bluebeadle]

SENDER: @thrownsoul PROMPT: you saved us so many times. now it's our turn.

Jaime was having a rough time admitting that he was overextended, biting off more than he and Khaji Da could chew. The scarab power reserves were dwindling. Further action would put them at severe risk, but one final push would end this.

“We can still fight.” He flinched when he tried to move and realized his armor had been breached; his adrenaline had kept the pain at bay until now. “Okay... maybe some help would be nice.”

[helraising-archived]

✞‎ ‎ ·‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ @thrownsoul ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ :‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ / &. /‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ❛ if you can learn to feel sympathy for her, maybe others can, too? ❜

“you ‎ ‎ ‎ know ‎ ‎ ‎ what? ‎ ‎ ‎ my ‎ ‎ ‎ bad, ‎ ‎ ‎ right.” ‎ ‎ ‎ huntress ‎ ‎ ‎ begins ‎ ‎ ‎ calmly ‎ ‎ ‎ as ‎ ‎ ‎ she ‎ ‎ ‎ turns ‎ ‎ ‎ to ‎ ‎ ‎ face ‎ ‎ ‎ alice ‎ ‎ ‎ gently. ‎ ‎ ‎ “i ‎ ‎ ‎ should’ve ‎ ‎ ‎ specified ‎ ‎ ‎ earlier ‎ ‎ ‎ that ‎ ‎ ‎ i ‎ ‎ ‎ teach ‎ ‎ ‎ kids. ‎ ‎ ‎ seniors, ‎ ‎ ‎ sophomores, ‎ ‎ ‎ the ‎ ‎ ‎ occasional ‎ ‎ ‎ sixth ‎ ‎ ‎ graders ‎ ‎ ‎ — ‎ ‎ ‎ my ‎ ‎ ‎ specialty ‎ ‎ ‎ is ‎ ‎ ‎ in, ‎ ‎ ‎ indeed, ‎ ‎ ‎ k-12.” ‎ ‎ ‎ arms ‎ ‎ ‎ cross. ‎ ‎ ‎ “i ‎ ‎ ‎ am ‎ ‎ ‎ neither ‎ ‎ ‎ equipped ‎ ‎ ‎ to ‎ ‎ ‎ teach ‎ ‎ ‎ and ‎ ‎ ‎ supervise ‎ ‎ ‎ grown ‎ ‎ ‎ adults ‎ ‎ ‎ strutting ‎ ‎ ‎ about ‎ ‎ ‎ in ‎ ‎ ‎ capes ‎ ‎ ‎ and ‎ ‎ ‎ tights ‎ ‎ ‎ over ‎ ‎ ‎ their ‎ ‎ ‎ million-dollar ‎ ‎ ‎ suits ‎ ‎ ‎ — ‎ ‎ ‎ nor ‎ ‎ ‎ am ‎ ‎ ‎ i ‎ ‎ ‎ interested ‎ ‎ ‎ in ‎ ‎ ‎ serving ‎ ‎ ‎ as ‎ ‎ ‎ a ‎ ‎ ‎ role ‎ ‎ ‎ model; ‎ ‎ ‎ never ‎ ‎ ‎ been ‎ ‎ ‎ my ‎ ‎ ‎ thing.”

“there ‎ ‎ ‎ is ‎ ‎ ‎ no ‎ ‎ ‎ learning ‎ ‎ ‎ or ‎ ‎ ‎ teaching ‎ ‎ ‎ sympathy, ‎ ‎ ‎ anyway,” ‎ ‎ ‎ her ‎ ‎ ‎ irritation ‎ ‎ ‎ softly ‎ ‎ ‎ falters ‎ ‎ ‎ for ‎ ‎ ‎ a ‎ ‎ ‎ brief ‎ ‎ ‎ moment ‎ ‎ ‎ when ‎ ‎ ‎ she ‎ ‎ ‎ sighs ‎ ‎ ‎ and ‎ ‎ ‎ lets ‎ ‎ ‎ her ‎ ‎ ‎ hands ‎ ‎ ‎ drop ‎ ‎ ‎ casually, ‎ ‎ ‎ before ‎ ‎ ‎ picking ‎ ‎ ‎ up ‎ ‎ ‎ her ‎ ‎ ‎ own ‎ ‎ ‎ pace ‎ ‎ ‎ sans ‎ ‎ ‎ waver: ‎ ‎ ‎ “it’s ‎ ‎ ‎ either ‎ ‎ ‎ there ‎ ‎ ‎ or ‎ ‎ ‎ it ‎ ‎ ‎ isn’t. ‎ ‎ ‎ simply ‎ ‎ ‎ put. ‎ ‎ ‎ i ‎ ‎ ‎ do ‎ ‎ ‎ not ‎ ‎ ‎ agree ‎ ‎ ‎ with ‎ ‎ ‎ the ‎ ‎ ‎ conventional ‎ ‎ ‎ approach ‎ ‎ ‎ to ‎ ‎ ‎ playing ‎ ‎ ‎ both ‎ ‎ ‎ sides ‎ ‎ ‎ for ‎ ‎ ‎ the ‎ ‎ ‎ sake ‎ ‎ ‎ of ‎ ‎ ‎ looking ‎ ‎ ‎ good ‎ ‎ ‎ on ‎ ‎ ‎ the ‎ ‎ ‎ surface.”

[bnjmin]

". . . wikipedia is a book." technically, in a way. walk with him, he just loves to argue.

he is nothing if not incredibly nosy. it's how his interest was piqued in the first place, eyes quickly scanning the spine of the book in her hand.

he huffs, "we're not going to debate sci fi," regardless of how much he would love to. "but i'm super fucking offended you didn't want to talk to me about space." ( @thrownsoul continued. )