#whomuses

[artificialnocturnc]

@whomuses asked: "You okay?" Langdon for Mel?

Is she okay? No. No she is not. 

Mel isn’t really sure how to answer the question, she lets it hang there in the air as she leans forward and sits her chin on the top bar of the railing. Sat on the bottom bar her legs swing gently, almost childishly as she feels the weight of that silence. 

Her chest hurts in ways she can’t quite describe, and she isn’t sure that she wants to. Putting names and descriptions to it felt like giving it some kind of power and setting it free and while Mel is fully aware that it is bad for you, she still doesn’t want to do that. 

She fears, in some ways, to be honest about it will backfire.

That people would tell her she’s reacting wrong. Over reacting. Under reacting. She can never seem to nail the socially acceptable level of reacting to a situation and it haunts her at times. 

Yet she knows she has to give him something or it’s just rude.  

“I’ll be okay…” it’s not a lie. Not entirely. “Just…that kid and her mom…” too close to home for Mel and she knows it. “Just…looking after a parent at that young an age…” what she wants to say is it’s not fair. That it shouldn’t happen. That the world is shit for having needed for it to be happened and none of it leaves her. Instead she just sighs. 

“It’s hard to do that…”

[pittbats]

@whomuses liked for a starter: Random - Wheel says: HIMIKO

Where: PTMC - When: Night before s1 - Who: TBD - Verse: PNL

The sun was coming up, that was good at least.

Nightshift had a rough night. Abbot was in a less than stellar mood which they all hated. Night shift tend to run rather smoothly the team spending a lot of time together on and off the clock. Tonight had just been a lot of trial and error but for a moment she could breath. The EMTs let her hang out at the rig sometimes to let her get some steam out. Most of them knew her rather well given the two jobs she worked. She got a long with most of them, she heard the other set of feet but didn't look to see who it was.

"Morning... There's room if you wanna seat."

[pittheretic]

"and now that i'm grown, i'm scared of ghosts. memories feel like weapons..."

@whomuses // ♫ would've, could've, should've - taylor swift

[pittlearned]

@whomuses ; random one-liner! (left it open for you <3)

❝ it's just a scratch, don't worry. ❞

[apurekindness]

@whomuses liked this for a starter (open) and gets one for Skye!

There wasn't really a good reason for Kiara to be here, at Skye's apartment: she wasn't injured or unwell and if she had been, the doctor would have just treated herself. But always hiding her abilities from her colleagues and patients at the hospital was a drain in itself, and being in Skye's company made a refreshing change.

"Hey. Is now a bad time?" she held up two takeaway boxes. "I was on my way back home from the hospital and thought you might want dinner."

[bloodedhearts]

"Mystra is terrible with you. I can't believe she wants you to die." Shadowheart crosses her arms over her chest. She worries about Gale, of course. These shadow lands should feel peaceful for her, but they're not. She has way too much on her mind; she worries so much about so many things. "Lady Shar would never want this from me. She tests me sometimes, of course, but it's always to make me stronger." At least she hopes so. She should feel comfortable here, but at the same... she feels uneasy. She just doesn't know why.

@whomuses ❤'d !

[fallesto]

“   I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me. ” @whomuses

What a remarkable twist of fate this is! It's fascinating how life can turn upside down. Nearly a hundred years had passed since she last wandered those lecture halls, soaking in lessons about the wonders and, more importantly, the dangers of magic. Back then, she had only half-listened, firmly believing that one day she would wield magic herself.

Those who possessed the gift embraced it, using it to elevate their lives, for better or worse. Now, she found herself lamenting her dismissal of those warnings, pondering how many of her kind had encountered ironic fates. It was a lover who had ensnared her in this dilemma… A man who had stolen her heart. Another peril that had been advised against but always ignored.

She had been an intensely possessive partner. When he decided to leave her for someone else, weary of her jealousy and spiteful attitude towards anyone who caught his eye, she unleashed a curse upon him. In a whirlwind of fury, driven by overwhelming emotions, she transformed him from man to beast. Yet, the curse intended for one ensnared many, herself included. Wasn’t it inevitable that it would end this way?

She was journeying toward one of her secret havens, nestled deep within the forest, when destiny took an unforeseen twist. Someone had spotted her, and to her horror, they seized the moment to rob her. The opulent silks that draped her new mare form were ripped away, and the vibrant ribbons that danced in her mane and tail were snatched without hesitation.

The remnants of her exquisite socks were stripped off, along with all her embellishments—shimmering jewels, radiant diamonds, the delicate bracelets that adorned her hooves, and the golden earrings that once sparkled with every graceful movement—were taken from her in a swift, merciless act. She stood exposed and vulnerable, her identity erased, reduced to just another mare, indistinguishable from the rest.

Her fate appeared sealed: to be showcased in the marketplace, where strangers would bid on her as if she were nothing more than an object. As she lingered in the stalls, awaiting the auction to begin, the yellow tag in her ear felt like a badge of shame. She locked eyes with someone nearby, sensing their recognition of her plight, but it was in vain; the desperate longing in her gaze for an escape from this living nightmare went unnoticed. They urged her to stay, but all she could think about was freedom. As she listened to the voice, it seemed someone else was grappling with their own troubles just as intensely as she was.

[rogueless]

"While you're at it, take the blindfold. Tie it gently on me. Dont wanna see but feel the things you're gonna do to me"

@whomuses