#walriding

[mslangermann-a]

@walriding

   She ran. She didn’t care where she’d go, she just had to get away from him. That smile was burned into her memory, the curl of it filled with malice and ill intent. He laughed as her skin bubbled from the baton’s electric bite, the sound bouncing off the walls. 

                    Behind her awaited a fate worse than death. So she kept running. 

    The light awaited her at the end of the hall, fluorescents framed by a thick glass barrier. Behind it stood a man in a lab coat, his face concealed by goggles and a mask. Lynn didn’t notice the clipboard in his hand when she rushed up to the window, practically slamming her body against it in the process. 

       “Hey! Open up - please let me out!” She hissed in an attempt to keep her voice down. 

   The lab coat ignored her. He didn’t even make eye contact as her stare, wild with confusion, bore into him. She tried again, this time banging her first once against the glass. 

                                            “Can you hear me?! Let me out!” 

    No response. In her panic, Lynn smashed her fist against the window again and again, but to no avail. 

                                                         “Mother fucker!” 

    A crackle of electricity somewhere behind her froze her in place. He was coming. Lynn abandoned the glass barrier and continued down the hall into a nearby room. The darkness swallowed her whole and she pawed around feebly, like a lost child, until she found a desk she could crawl under. Panic swelled in her chest, the pain of her torture forgotten for the time as adrenaline pumped through her veins. 

    Time stretched on and she waited in the dark, wondering how long it’d be until he found her, until she’d be back in that chair. Above her, the door opened. It was slow. Careful. Footsteps followed and she clamped a hand over her mouth in an attempt to muffle her rapid breathing. 

    Closer and closer the steps came towards her, her anxiety peaking. It was now or never. Lynn burst from under the desk to grab at the legs of who she believed to be the cop. The attempt, irrational and without thought as it was, was made to tackle the other to the ground. Once there, Lynn scrambled back, breathing hard. Something was wrong. This wasn’t him. 

               “Stay the fuck back!” She cried out, her voice louder than she intended. 

[mslangermann]

@walriding / continued from here

As the hum softens in her mouth, Miles’ hand is taken back and she feels only the table beneath her fingers. Instinctively, she withdraws and leans back a little in her chair, watching the other cautiously. Although, these days, this caution also breeds curiosity. Lynn is humble enough to admit she will never understand the Walrider, not fully, its mere existence and ties to this world bring about questions that go well beyond her understanding of the world. 

However, this doesn’t stop her wondering, assessments on how it can co-exist with a human body or where it really came from or how much… of Miles is truly left. The latter frightens her and is something she doesn’t like to dwell on long. But she knows what remains of him is fused with the entity inside, the two of them inseparable and dependent on one another. 

“I know I can’t,” she admits somewhat begrudgingly, though the harshness in her tone has subsided. She speaks softer now, a quiet acceptance. “I don’t claim him. He’s not a prize. He’s a person…” A sigh. “I’m not going to pretend like you’re not there. You make that impossible. But… yeah. I accept it.” 

[sacrisomnia]

@walriding asked: (hide) - for your muse to hide somewhere with my muse

     They waited for a long, few minutes as the Huntress made her rounds. Humming through her investigation of the Red Forest’s cabin, opening lockers and sweeping under the table. He and Miles watched, shoulder to shoulder, stiff with anticipation in the rafters. It had been too close, just mere seconds of scrambling over stacked firewood and a tall cupboard before she appeared. Quentin wasn’t sure it would even work, it felt inevitable that her gaze would darken up to their corner. But she kept her attention eye-level, and only made one more round before dispersing out the other door.

     Quentin sighed in relief, before giving Miles a shaky grin, “Man, you’re good at this. Got a lot of experience before coming here?”

[paleddeath]

@walriding​  confessed  :  concept of home and family?

“Well  you  know  I—”  Papa’s  mouth  remains  agape  for  a  long  moment,  slowly  closing  as  he  considers  his  answer...  He  had  burst  into  speech  so  confidently,  prepared  to  answer  before  his  mind  had  processed  what  the  question  truly  was.  

“I  don’t  really....have  one.  You  know?  No,  no,  no!  It  is  not  as  eh...  —terrible  as  it  seems.”  Copia  holds  up  his  hands,  making  peace  with  the  answer.  “I  know...listen.  I  know  what  family  is.  It’s  the  big  warm  house  with  a  little  —”  The  pope  growls,  yapping  mildly  like  a  little  terrier  dog  he  imagines  waiting  at  the  door.  “And  the  four  kids...and  parents.  Christmas!  Jesus,  or  something.”  He  laughs,  blowing  the  question  off.  “Some  shit  like  that.  Do  you  have  this?”  

At  one  point,  Copia  certainly  felt  family  was  nearby...even  if  it  wasn’t  his.  In  a  way,  the  clergy  is  one  big  dysfunctional  family.  It’s  significantly  smaller  now.  Very  lonely,  being  a  father  with  no  children.  

[emilesmuseassembly]

ARE YOU A WOLF IN SHEEP’S SKIN,  A SHEEP IN WOLF’S SKIN,  OR A SECRET THIRD OPTION?

Ethan is...

Wolf in sheep's skin

You are not the foe mangled by media and public perception, but you are not a gentle creature. Not by nature, at least. You have fangs and claws and there is some part of you (don't deny it now) that craves to use them; deep down, you want to lash out. You were born with a scream buried in your throat, and ever since you realised the damage it could do, you have donned the gentle one's skin. You prance around out of pace with everyone, walking on eggshells because you dare not risk the frail peace you have made. You do not want to be gentle, but you are tired of hurting those you love. You are tired, and you refuse to be the beast that roars in your throat. You refuse and refuse but dear, starving wolves are always the ones that attack. You musn't wear the sheep's wool forever, because one day, the facade will come undone, and you will have to face your maw stained in blood.

tagged by: @walriding tagging: @kickflipped, @necropolist, @antlurabbit, and whomever feels like it!

[cyberpawn]

⭐️ ⭐️ ⭐️

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

Pro Hockey Player AU: I am almost 100% certain that I think Miles and Vale would get into a pre-discussed fight. While they're in warm-ups, I could see them skating up to each other and having an agreement of 'okay cool we're going to make this a fun game for the fans'. A fight where both folks end up in the penalty box with smiles on their faces!

Spidey AU: Absolutely adore that both Miles and Vale get to experience such wildly different, yet similar trials with transhumanism! Miles' body is host to something much greater than himself, much stronger than himself, something that is treated like it's a god that lives within his flesh. Then you have Vale!! Vale's experiencing the mutation of their identity, their radioactive DNA on a crash course to completely rewrite itself and leaves Vale in a conundrum of "when am I no longer human? am i still human?"

Mermaid AU: Vale is one of those merfolk who is SO AMPED TO FIND HUMAN STUFF!! They love looking through shipwrecks, they love finding stuff, and they love bringing it to Miles and asking if he knows what it is. Even when Miles has the 'Vale you probably shouldnt be getting this close to humans' chats with them, I feel like Miles still joins in with that curiosity!! And also a bit of bodyguarding the very excitable mer-Vale when they're so in the zone looking for human treasure!!

[cyberpawna]

📜 :)

Incorrect Quotes Meme

vale: there's time for a redemption arc still! miles:

[cyberpawna]

i'm fascinated by what happened in your fourteen minutes of absence.

Random Dialogue Prompts

Fourteen minutes...? Fourteen minutes felt like fourteen hours when Vale was trapped inside their own mind. Sure, trapped is a strong word for it. It's more like viewing a movie of your own life through hazy, glitchy goggles. It's the feeling of their skin itching and crackling like electricity as Johnny takes charge and keeps a hand on the wheel, so to speak. The feeling of losing control of their body is a horrific one, being yanked away from reality and tossed to the wayside like an afterthought within their own body when it would rather listen to Johnny than them.

It's entirely possible that this could've just been an average blackout, one brought on by extensive lack of sleep and proper nutrition to their body, but it's the numbing tinge of nicotine on their lips and in their lungs that tells them otherwise. With their observation skills, they could easily clock the fresh ashes on their t-shirt and the empty shooter bottle of cheap tequila sitting on their coffee table.

They expected patience from Miles, and they were all too happy to get it. So many people saw their connection with Johnny as something to cringe at, something to lecture them on. And they didn't need lectures right now, they needed someone who would listen, or at least make a good joke about it all.

"Be honest, did he say anythin' jerky t' you? Other people's emotions aren't his strong suit, y'know." V shrugs, sheepishly looking to the ground with an embarrassed blush. "Did he at least share a smoke with you?"