tuskslove

𝘪 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, ── 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘭

[tuskslove]

what do you need to get some basic empathy back? ind. highly private multimuse primarily headcanon based. very plot-focused! blog intertwined with katya's blogs and portrayals / always accepting and encouraging memes! adored and grown by odette ( 29, gmt-3, she/her ).

FEATURED MUSES OF THE MOMENT: clara oswald (doctor who), jester (critical role campaign 2), taggie o'hara && baran al-hashimi (the pitt)

LINKS ── carrd / memes / @nursc

[trueseeking]

❛ what does bertha have to do with anything? ❜ lottie thinks she knows, of course — julian has made his dislike of the reptile abundantly clear — but she refuses to give the connection any credence by accepting it at its face value. ❛ and I did! I did stumble into it! after all the absolutely batshit things I've seen happen on this station, how is this so hard to believe? ❜

her voice, formerly mellow despite the circumstances ( truly, she was proud of how matter of fact she had been up until this conversation ) had now passed sulky and into hysteric. this, more than anything, knocks some sense back into her, and she collapses into a chair, burying her head in her arms with a groan.

[tuskslove]

❛ don't play coy with me, rose. it does not work. ❜

she might have fooled everyone else on the station with her big eyes and bigger ideas, but he sees right through her. from the moment sisko said there was someone new coming onto the station and encroaching on his space, he knew there was something seriously wrong with her. the iguana is just the very tip of this iceberg.

well... not anymore.

she was unmasked. naked. no, that was weird. exposed! exposed before everyone, her trickery laid bare for anyone with eyes to see. and this was his moment of victory. his. he had earned it.

and instead of gloating, he was looking down at her with what felt like, but couldn't possibly be, heartfelt pity.

❛ must've been an accident, ❜ he says, shaking himself from that weird feeling. ❛ it would have to be a very freaky accident though, wouldn't you say? ❜

[trueseeking]

though lottie had been under no delusions about how he felt about it, she herself had considered the whole arrangement quite advantageous. even with the shuttle crashed upon this barren rock of a mountain on a no less desolate planetoid, lottie had considered herself generally fortunate to a) not be alone ( she would so hate that! ) and b) have the company of a physician to aid with any ill effects of the uncontrolled landing — or of misfortunes yet to come.

that lovely illusion of serendipity had evaporated by the fourth hour on the planet. since then, their predicament had proved far more permanent than her inherent optimism had initially presumed, and she had listened to far more remonstrances than she — who considered herself in no way responsible for the malfunctions of the shuttle's autopilot — could possibly fathom herself deserving.

❛ do you know, ❜ she interrupts the newest tirade of discontent, ❛ if you consider the number of shuttle crashes one hears about, even anecdotally, it seems rather disproportionate. don't you think? the number should decrease; starfleet should initiate safeguards, design better shuttles — something. but it still happens. do you think it's all one giant psychological experiment? how do people handle being stranded in space — accounting for numerous variables, ranging from level of company, to extent of injuries, to availability of resources, and so on? ❜

yes, conspiracy theories are far more pleasant.

⤷ ✧ @tuskslove , because you bullied me by ask ages ago to write a thing for this plot and I never did <3

[tuskslove]

several things flash through his head at her first chirp.

first, he considered -- and then, because there was nothing else for him to do, calculated -- the odds that she would be the one with him when the shuttle crashed. once he had assured himself the probability was infinitesimal, he moved on to his most pressing concern: whether or not this was her fault. it was, so he moved on from that quickly. third, he thought of how long it would take for anyone to notice he was gone.

finally, as her nonsense slipped into the cracks of his thoughts, he found himself nodding along to the babbling before he had quite decided to.

❛ this is my second shuttle crash, ❜ julian notes, following her train of thought without quite realizing what he had done. his mind had latched onto the first opportunity to interrupt his endless calculations, chastisements and self-reproach; if he had realized this was leading him to agree with lottie, he would never have done that, but for now, he considered her proposal. ❛ federation anthropologists have nearly perfected undetectable observation systems during their studies of pre-warp societies. the technologies they use are quite interesting, and completely undetectable to the naked-eye. ❜

[tuskslove]

"sorry, what did you say?" ( anthony for edwina )

smile flickers through her expression, as if not quite sure whether to stay or go, much like the girl wearing it. she wasn't sure she made the right decision joining him in his study tonight. it was his space. the house he called theirs, always proud when he said it had been waiting its new viscountess, but the study was wholly separate; the one room in the house that was his and his alone, and he certainly spent enough time in it for her to question whether he had a door hidden in there somewhere.

she only entered it for good reason. but she had lingered for no particular reason at all, finding, now there, not so strange he liked the room.

❛ only that i hadn't seen this before. ❜ her smile makes a choice, and it spreads back across her features when she turns to him, a ledger in her hand. ❛ it is your aunt's hand-writing, is it not? it's the ledger she left your father with all her ideas for the estate, she told me all about it last week over dinner. ❜

[tuskslove]

rupert to taggie: You have an interesting conversational style, do you know that?

again, she gives him no answer, continuing her work around him as if he wasn't even there. she was used to working around things, and pretending she didn't see him was just one in a long list of things she kept herself from seeing. it was easier that way. there was something so... so magnetic about him that made it impossible for her to continue on her way once she saw him; her only recourse was not looking at him, not talking to him, certainly not falling into old habits and sharing private jokes when everyone else worked outside.

she knew he was trying, and that meant something to her. but she was angry, and for once, she didn't want to swallow down her anger and play-pretend.

a loud chorus of profanities and exclamations exploded from the other rooom, her father's voice ringing higher than anyone else's. she sighed, and reached for a fresh bottle of whisky, pressing it to rupert's hand without a word.

[trueseeking]

he ought then to have begun with this: yes, he had considered it, but determined himself up to the task, not her. once, she would have pointed out as much, called him on the desperate warping of his former argument; once, she would have, when it had been her against a world convinced it was not her place to be right, when it had seemed of such importance to win. truth told, she might still, with another. but now, with him, it seems a boring, pedantic path forward.

instead, she points out, ❛ you haven't yet told me the point, either of maintaining a secret in the first place or of making it so needlessly difficult for yourself. ❜

[tuskslove]

❛ are you so desperate to know of my secret that you believe it will be difficult for me to keep it to myself? you are sneaky, after all. ❜ that he remembers. he may not recall the ruse, the absolute nonsense that they spent the rest of the night talking about, much to the confusion of every passer-by, he recalled with perfect clarity.

it was the most fun he had since he left the navy.

[dearemma]

[rosemovedprompts]

RANDOM DIALOGUE (QUESTIONS) PROMPTS (2/?)

ₓ ˚ .   ୭   ˚ ○ ◦ ˚     as always, some triggering content may be present! change any pronouns to better suit your muse(s) needs!   ˚ ◦ ○ ˚   ୧   . ˚ ₓ

why is it always my fault?

why do people call you that?

do you know anyone here?

how’s your wound?

are you worth a second chance?

after all we’ve been through, why?

when are you going to apologize to me?

you did this? for me?

will you promise me?

can’t you be on my side? just once?

what exactly do you do for a living?

do you even hear yourself?

sorry, what did you say?

did you mean what you said?

can i kiss you?

truth or dare?

are you comfortable?

what were they like?

what time do you want me to pick you up?

how can you say that to me?

how could you possibly think that was a good idea?

did you enjoy yourself?

why don’t you stay over?

why hire someone, when you can just do it yourself?

out of everything you could’ve said, why that?

do i know you?

you love me?

how old do you think i am?

why do they treat me like that?

have i ever given you bad advice?

do you want some company?

do you think last night was a mistake?

what are you in the mood for?

do i remind you of anyone?

where were you?

who did this to you?

can i have some cash?

tell me why i should believe a thing you say?

sorry, do you have the time?

why don’t you find out for yourself?

where do you think you’re going?

do you want one?

when am i ever wrong?

who do you think you are?

where are you going to go?

run that by me again?

i don’t know what to say?

can you kill?

why is it never your fault?

would you kill for it?

why did you do this to me?

can you be quiet?

what’s so funny?

why don’t you want to go home?

how are you so calm?

have we met before?

what was it like?

are you seriously asking me that right now?

what’s with the third degree?

you want me?

can you help me?

would you care for a dance?

are you sure you want to spend another night alone?

why do i have to apologize?

what am i supposed to do if you’re not here?

why would they do that?

do you want me to grab dinner?

can you help me bring these in?

how annoying can you be?

how do you think that makes me feel?

why didn’t you fight back?

what are you so afraid of?

can you tell me what happened?

you did this all by yourself?

how can i help you?

how do you sleep at night?

you’re sorry?

how do you keep a secret like that?

what’s going on?

we’re friends, right?

how about i take you home?

why won’t you just listen to me?

you wanna mess around?

what does that eleven mean?

when will you learn?

how could you even ask me something like that?

does it hurt?

why did you do it?

can you hear me?

do you have a ride home?

you’re afraid of the dark?

would you like to try?

why did you do that for me?

you really think i’m beautiful?

is it noticeable?

where did you get all that money?

where did you get this?

do you know what i did?

where did you go?

like what you see?

can i touch you? here?

how many people have you killed?

can i borrow your phone?

can you keep a secret?

do you want us to stop?

where have you been?

another round?

when’s the last time you had a full night’s rest?

do you really think that’s a good idea?

what does that have to do with anything?

have you eaten anything today?

why do you think you feel that way?

what happened to them?

what’s your problem?

you didn’t really think you were safe, did you?

have you come to apologize?

do you know who i am?

do you want to be alone?

Originally by moosings, who originally deleted their blog.

[lethallana]

one (1) jessie doodle per sometimes to feel alive

[revcre]

cameron cannot fathom what such example he had given, and considering his lack of experience in the matter — a legitimate lack of experience, contrary to her convictions — he's not sure what specifics he could possibly provide if pressed to. if so pressed, no doubt he'd invent a lie that gave away immediately his deception. it would not be the first such instance ( truly, his luck might be considered as a scientific case study ).

there is, he begins to suspect, absolutely no point in arguing; however earnestly he might protest, jester will believe what she will believe. still, he can't help but wryly mutter, ❛ you wouldn't say that if you'd seen me lie. and if you want too-specific examples, there I've got some. ❜ one day, cameron thinks, he will learn when to keep his mouth shut.

especially with her.

[tuskslove]

❛⠀of the lying or the acting? ⠀ ❜ she asks, serious facade cracking as a smile threatens to take over her lips. she wouldn't call herself an actress either, but it was such a romp to see how much she could get away with it, she always tries her hand at it, regardless of the situation. be it tricking a government official into thinking she is a foreign princess or gaslighting cameron into thinking he did indeed act.

it was so much fun!

raising a hand to her lips, she smothers a giggle behind her fingers, eyes crinkling in the corners. ❛⠀ i don't believe you. you are gonna have to lie to me, cam. that's the only way i am gonna stop picturing you in tights. and it is gonna need to be a good lie cause let me tell you, it's a very, very good look on you.⠀ ❜

[trueseeking]

entertaining for whom? she intends to ask, contemplating the many directions in which she might spin the question to her ends, until incredulity decidedly overwhelms all her good intentions of maintaining any semblance of equanimity, of leaning into, rather than dismantling, the nonsense of this all. ❛ this is the task which I am 'quite up to'? not learning something? ❜

as if this had not been her point when she accused him of poorly considering the implications of his choices. as if there were any more poorly suited to such a thing. had there been — and there had not — even the slightest question of whether he meant a single word he had said, of whether she had any cause for concern over supposed secrets, this would banish it definitively.

❛ well. then I suppose whatever happens is all your own fault. ❜ after all, you ought to have known better, her tone suggests.

[tuskslove]

if he had any secrets, they would be hers, already. no, that is not quite it. he has secrets, plenty of them, no men goes through the navy without collecting a few secrets of his own, but none are of any consequence to the life they are building. no, those would be quite boring for her to discover, he'll have to come up with something else to keep her entertained.

❛ yes. because i am quite up to the task of keeping something from you, ❜ christopher replies with a bland smile, lifting her hand up to his lips before settling it back on his shoulder.

[etoilebleu]

@tuskslove sent: ❛ I saved you the last piece, of course I did. ❜ ( peter )

rán stared at him silently, blinking, not believing him at all. disappointment hung heavy, fingers gripping the door of the fridge.

"... you ate every last piece of that cake, didn't you? " a beautiful cake a baker had gifted to spiderman. she sighed heavily, shutting the door while she shook her head. " you super humans and your super metabolism is going to be the death of my indulgences !"

dramatically leaning back against the counter, hand on her chest playfully. " not even a crumb of a treat for me. what ever will I do? " back of her wrist against her forehead while her chin lifted upward, closing her eyes. and then opening one to peek, to see what his solution would be.

[tuskslove]

peter feels really bad about. real bad. he swears! why would he send her a picture of the cake if he was planning on eating it all? he might ve, more often than not, a shitty boyfriend, but he is not mean. it's the stupid in him, it just jumps out and makes terrible choices before the rest of him has a chance to catch up.

sheepishly, he walked over to her, waiting for one beautiful blue eye to peek open. ❛⠀if it makes you feel any better, the cake was really dry,⠀ ❜ he lied. it was moist, and heavy, and filled with small strawberries that burst when he bit into it. it was probably the best cake he ever had in his entire life.

❛⠀but hey, hey, hey. i got an idea. i didn't brush my teeth. if you kiss me, you might find a crumb, but you are gonna have to drop that arm so i can find your lips.⠀ ❜

[revcre]

❛ what? no! we were speaking figuratively! ❜ and how they got from a metaphorical conception of life as theatre to here ( wherever here is ) in all of a moment, cameron cannot begin to fathom. ❛ did you not hear what I just said about being a terrible actor? no one in their right mind would hire me for a play, ever. or even allow me to participate. and if they did, they'd kick me out before the end of the first rehearsal. ❜

much, cameron thinks, to everyone's benefit. the last time he pretended to be someone he was not — well, that had been a short-lived deception. at some point, he's sure to set a record.

[tuskslove]

❛⠀it was a very specific example!⠀ ❜ jester points out, head tilting to the left, a slightly accusatory air stilling her usually animated features. ❛⠀the sort of thing one says when they have experienced something before and one detail keeps jumping out. like, i don't know, the skin-tight tights you obviously wore.⠀ ❜

poor, sweet, confounded cameron, he had no idea what he was doing when he said that to her. this is going to be a thing. ❛⠀terrible actors still get jobs, that's how good actors show-off! they give a poor schmuck a chance so they can dance circles around them, everyone knows that.⠀ ❜

[trueseeking]

his hand on hers tethers her, holds her in close orbit. there, the arch of her brow — and the challenge it offers — is muted, lacking the intensity it would hold if, say, she stood defiantly across from him. and her tone remains deceptively light, as if there is no challenge to be made at all. ❛ what task? that of uncovering your secrets? why, then you'll be left with none, and when comes then? must you go find a new one with which to replace them — one that I must, presumably, in turn discover? ❜

she feigns consideration, as if the hypothetical cycle merits any serious thought, and is not absurdity heaped upon absurdity ( for really, she might tear the whole thing out by the roots, were she to challenge the premise and not the consequence ). ❛ this seems both terribly inefficient and terribly exhausting. if the point is to maintain a secret, then why go through all the trouble? what is possibly accomplished by such an egregious amount of effort? ❜

[tuskslove]

❛ terribly entertaining though, isn't it? ❜

only she would look at the idea of her husband keeping a secret as inefficient. he is never quite sure how she is gonna react to any given thing or event. he has a better idea now than when he first started courting her under the excuse he needed her assistance to help his friend (had they even helped him, by the end? he genuinenely could not recall, the whole scheme was so transparent he kept forgetting about it as it was happening), but she was not the kind of person you ever fully figured out. he might map her, discover more in one person he ever imagined possible, but there was always something more.

she kept him on his toes, that is for sure. ❛ but no. you are looking at this backwards. your duty is to strictly avoid uncovering my secret. ❜

[livnothewson]

😇

[trotseren]

@tuskslove asked don't try to embarrass me.

"Embarrass you?" The Doctor's warm voice is laced with amusement, ghost of a smile on their lips. They know exactly what Clara's talking about of course, know how their manner no matter the incarnation can have that effect. They are centuries if not millennia past caring what most people think of them, and as much as they hold Clara in their heart they are still more inclined to purposefully do something embarrassing now. Something they can get away with maybe, or at least try to. There's still every chance that Clara will see through them; she'd always been quite adept at that and they suspect even more so now. It won't stop them. "When have I ever embarrassed you, hm? You've been embarrassing. In fact, you're more likely to embarrass me than the other way around."

[tuskslove]

❛ oh, don't be so obvious, doctor. ❜ how many times had they pulled this exact same trick on her? she'd say something, and instead of actually listening to her, like a normal person, they'd accuse her of doing the same thing to avoid answering.

the fact they were often right was besides the point. ❛ it's possibly the one thing you've done more than being embarrassing. ❜

[trueseeking]

❛ among others, ❜ lottie mutters to herself, for though she's not quite sure who first pointed the finger her way and persuaded the station's commander to fault her, she rather thinks odo might have had a hand in it. the fact that quark is perhaps the one individual currently willing to assume her free of any comparable culpability certainly does her no favors.

❛ it's one of those wrong place, wrong time things, you know? and, really, I think it's quite rude of them all to jump to assumptions. I've been nothing but a model citizen since I arrived! you'd think they'd give me at least a little benefit of the doubt. ❜

instead, they have reduced her to sounding not unlike a sulky teenager. in fact, lottie knows exactly the look her papa would give her if he heard the tone. well, papa is hundreds of light years away, and surely lottie is allowed a little self-indulgence in a while, when her pride is offended and bruised.

[tuskslove]

❛ you have a pet iguana, ❜ julian says, one hundred percent sure that this annoying little fact disqualified her for the classification of a model-citizen. it is, in the grand-scheme of thing, the politest thing he could have said. he could have discussed all her supposed transgressions against him - of which there are many, as she knows - in quite explicit and passionate detail. instead, his comment about the iguana is almost polite.

he is having way too much fun to gloat.

funny how that works.

❛ your defense is that you stumbled into that? ❜ sucking a breath through his teeth, he shook his head. ❛ you gotta work on your lie. ❜