#tomakepeace

[peacefulapostle--a]

@tomakepeace  ||  <3′d for a MARVEL starter  || THOR

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, aren’t sure how to help. typically he can guide, CALM, and heal almost anything. he’s been there for too many years at his side to NOT know how to help when the god of thunder seems to need it the most. of course, he could use his energies to calm and relinquish that anguish but that is not something he’ll do forcefully since people are allowed to feel how they feel. 

knowing the other asgardian, he’ll want to wallow in this guilt, as if he’s somehow to blame for any of it.  the emotions emitting are damn near drowning the empath but he’s here to ensure that the one he’s most loyal to will be OKAY. and right now he’s far from it. all he does is take a deep breath and stroll over to sit next to other. “you know... it may look bleak right now. it won’t be that way forever.” 

[fidelissimi-a]

@tomakepeace — royalty!au starter!!!

the marriage ceremony was long, in a language rubahnali didn’t speak, (translated to her mother-tongue by a trusted friend) while she took her vows in a language she’d never attempted until today. her mimicking of the words was shaky at best, but her attitude behind the tone of her voice was nothing to shake a stick at. she hadn’t necessarily been happy about this, but the moment she laid eyes on her future cuvati (husband), she couldn’t honestly say she minded all that much either. now they are leaving from the all-night-long reception that has truly dragged on into the wee hours of the morning. rubahnali takes her husband’s hand and they retire back to his chambers for the night, a long trip ahead of them in the morning for the bonding ritual they’ll have to go through for the Dhimoni people of her homelands.

[c0kehead]

@tomakepeace

“ I don’t know what I’ve done but I’ll leave you alone from now on , if that’s what you want . Is that what you want ??”

[gavrele-a]

❝  ------  I DON’T NEED ANY HELP, SASQUATCH.  ❞  the Archangel replied irritably, arms crossing defensively over his chest. Gabriel hated how right Sam was, though, and how much he BELIEVED him when he said he saw through the act. he had been trying so hard to be okay, to seem okay. he didn’t want to admit otherwise.  ❝  there’s no PRETENDING.  ❞

@tomakepeace      -      contd.

[ncnducor]

‘ atticus? ’ she calls out, stepping through the front door. there is little surprise to the silence that is greeting her. he is probably out back, burying a treasure or two of his most recent killing. ‘ what are you up to? ’ she questions, stepping out into the backyard through a screen door, a packed sandwich and a drink in her hand. when had she started to care for the little dude again? it’s not the first time she brings him food, makes sure he eats well and drinks enough.

as predicted, she finds him outside ‘ I brought lunch. ’ she announces, holding up the sandwich and bottle. she truly did care, didn’t she? about him, cared enough that she stuck around and would continue to do so. she had no involvement with the cult, no real involvement besides atticus. they let her be, for now, because of him, so she figures. perhaps she is useful enough too, given that she helps him, more often than not. ‘ take a break and have lunch with me? ’

↳ plotted starter for @tomakepeace for atticus. ♡

[altarsburning]

@tomakepeace — from here.

instinctively, she leaned into him, her narrow waist fitting easily into the wide grip of his palms. she decided to be playful, tilting her cheek upwards, and using one finger to tap the soft skin there, to indicate where she wanted the kiss. ‘ thank you. ‘

[ovcrdramatiic]

@tomakepeace || plotted for a starter

『 🌑 』       “You’ve got a lot of nerve showing your face ever again, WINCHESTER,” the demon quipped bitterly as she turned to face him. However, when she looked at him, she noticed something DIFFERENT about him... could it be???

       “So... I see the rumors are true, then?” She couldn’t help but smirk as she shoved her hands in her pockets, chin raising slightly in a demeaning manner. “Couldn’t stay away from Hell long, now could ya, Dean?” His name on her lips was that of disdain and contempt.

[angerbuilt]

@tomakepeace​ / parker !

nose wrinkled slightly as she breathed in the air around her. something was different, something was off. the scent was ... not human. ❝ you’re different. ❞ way to be subtle, delanie.