#whysnakes

[matriarcarivera]

@whysnakes​

Imelda’s basket was filled with marigolds in preparation for día de muertos, or rather it had been filled with marigolds, until it had been knocked out of her hand by the impact of a man running from something or running toward it...but whichever way he had been going, it had been enough to knock her right off her feet.

“Dios mío,  qué en la tierra...” Imelda knocked at the man with her hands and feet, getting him away from her as she tried to get back to her feet, “Do you always try to run through people, señor?”

[sovietarchive-blog]

          ❛   my employers have reason to  TAKE INTEREST  in your work, doctor jones.  on those grounds, among others, I suggest you take the time to let me buy you a drink.   ❜       //       @whysnakes.  suggestive starters.

[empireburned-a]

        she eyed him silently, trying to figure out which of her sudden tumult of emotions she felt strongest. there was certainly some anger there at his wanting to leave her  —  again. but for once, it wasn’t the predominant feeling. more than anything, it was a feeling of sadness and dread, the idea of going their separate ways more painful than she’d have anticipated ( if only because there was no guarantee of their ever reuniting afterwards ). after all of these years, marion had been under the impression that she’d worked through these feelings for him, that she’d gotten past them. but her heart still skipped a beat as he touched her cheek, only further solidifying her disappointment in his proposal.

        “ typical indiana jones, ”  she murmured at last, a faint glimmer of amusement within her gaze. “ always thinking you have to take on the world alone. ”  marion wanted to be truthful with him, to tell him just how much she didn’t like the idea of leaving his side, but that kind of honesty and vulnerability had always been difficult for her. sheer bullheadedness would have to do. “ like it or not, my motor mouth isn’t goin’ anywhere. ”

@whysnakes   /   continued

[bcrnsurvivcr]

[damnedconsequences-blog]

     ‟ The ruins of Camelot would be quite the find for you I’m sure, Professor. ” She had not visited them in hundreds of years, but they were still there. Still ruined and hidden and deserted and her birthright. A birthright that would one day flourish under her leadership, not Arthur’s as the prophecy foretold. This American explorer had no right to even step foot there, let alone take excavated artefacts from it to display in some museum -- but knowing that was what he sought mean that at least she could put a stop to it. There was a reason, after all, over all these years that Camelot had remained a mere myth. ‟ I suppose you can say that I also have a fascination with the myth. ”

@whysnakes

[empireburned-a]

whysnakes replied to your post: i’m working on my theme / pages and then i’m gonna...

hi ur so gr8 maybe we could write together??? rp???

sorry who r u again ???

[damnedconsequences-blog]

LOTTIE I LOVE YOUR MORGANA SO MUCH. thank you for bringing her to life in such a beautiful and passionate way just as you do your other muses. You're so talented, i love it !

       fdgkjdfjksdjkfsd TAYLOR how dare u come into my ask with compliments like this <33333 but seriously though, that means so much to me because morgana is SUCH an important character to me and I’m so happy you think I’m doing her justice <3

[bcrnsurvivcr]

our muses cleaning up blood together from a kill.

“You know, you could actually lend a hand rather than standing there like a bloody statue.” The words were chiding, an almost desperate edge to them that was so contrary to everything that she was, Lara wondered for a moment what manner of sharp-tongued reply she was going to get from him. “Do you have any idea how old these manuscripts are? They’re priceless, and they’re going to be ruined if we don’t do something.”

Of course he knew the value - it had been his find after all.

The ever-widening pool of blood that crept across the stone floor wasn’t his fault, but Lara’s guilt over the loss of still more lives - necessary but disturbing nonetheless - caused her to snap at her companion as she tried to sop up the mess, fingers stained with crimson that she could swear was still warm.

Finally, shoulders slumping in defeat, she spent a long moment studying the sticky wetness beneath her fingernails, thoughts a million miles away before her gaze shifted back up to meet Indy’s concerned eyes, her voice cracking with strain when she spoke.

“I’m sorry.”