#>>:((((

[hereticalsoulsarchive]

      baby aleks angst for baghra // @talesspin​

  the boy has had many names, he is nameless, he is lost. shadows war within him and he cannot help but feel he is losing. only his mother remains a constant, but even she feels distant.  dark eyes brim with unshed tears as he bundles tighter with the blankets she has given to keep him warm. she goes ahead, to find a place for them, but he must stay hidden. like a fawn trapped in the tall grasses waiting for the doe to return. there are no deities for the boy to pray to. they will out last deities. there is a shudder as he drifts to sleep. waking to nightmares, waking to her sitting across the room by a fire she has dared to build.  aleks surges from his blanket cocoon to launch at her, arms slipping around her form. he is too old to love her so much. he must be a man. he must be someone great. but for now - he would like to be her aleks. he would like to be a boy safe in her arms again. 

                    ‘ mama !--- you’re back!  ‘ she’s back early. his breath catches.                                  ‘  was there no place for us there? mama? ‘

[ofthewclf-blog]

      hell was not a place she wanted to visit often, it did not reek of sulfur and brimstone as stories told. instead it was a place of singular suffering -- whatever the inhabitants dreaded worst payed on never ending loop. her footsteps echoed through the silence of the school. it would come again, the scream that had alerted the tardis to a need... 

           @badvibed

[mortemilla-moved]

March loves christmas for the eggnog @liimepax

[americanavengcr-blog]

’ What must it be like to have nothing, not even memories to look back on in the middle of the night? ’

◆ —— LILO & STITCH QUOTES STARTER PROMPTS.

          steve glanced towards her, a faint smile on his lips as his shoulders lifted in a faint shrug. it was true --- he’d spent years trapped in an endless waking slumbering state, the closest he’d really ever get to dead. most people didn’t even think of it -- and the fact she had couldn’t help but make him smile.

       ❝   there are.. kind of memories. i remember the cold, and the dark --- i remember thinking it had just happened every time i got anywhere near waking. there was a lot to think about, i thought about my mom, wondered if when i died i’d see her or my dad... wondered if i was gonna get out in time to take peggy on that date --- even thought about buck. most of my life was spent in the ice, i remember some --- i gotta admit it’s not my favorite time to look back to.   ❞

        turning from where he’d been looking out the window he moved towards her, taking a seat on the end of the bed. it’d been a while since she’d come here, and while it’d been against her will --- he’d tried to make it as easy for her as he could. he hadn’t wanted to hurt her -- and wanda had promised him what they did wasn’t hurting her -- just giving her something she had to feel. 

[madeevil-blog]

           tony stark was an enigma, not in the romantic way the newspapers painted him. but in a sort of tragic way that reeked of self destruction and alcohol. she understood that, as much as she may like to diagree --- regina’s life had never exactly been healthy. from abuse as a girl, to watching her mother kill the only man who loved her and understood her --- to then killing her own mother. regina was the kind of monster even tony stark couldn’t fathom. she wasn’t a big green guy with an anger issue, she wasn’t a beautiful assaassain. she was a doctor, someone called to help -- who had blood on her hands. 

        maybe that’s why she’d taken him on, maybe that’s why each night as she went to sleep she watched the veins in her forearms bleed the taint that had been killing him. with time --- she could heal him completely. but that might take more energy than she had, considering no medical technology was going to do him any good. he was a dead man walking, unless she could keep him stable until that idiotically brilliant brain could save himself. but first --- her personal theory? he had to want to save himself. regina had lived a life of trying to make up for the sin of her birth, the mutation that made her unique and powerful --- the powers she had were not visible, but they surpassed even her own understanding.

          ‘ ------- mister stark i understand the concept of nervous energy, but if you’re going to make me come on house calls you can at least sit still while i give you the transfusion... ‘  she’d come up with a system, each visit give him some of her own blood -- then use that blood to siphon off as much of the corruption as she could, then when  the visit ended... take another vial of blood, only not taking his --- but taking back her own. which now served as a sponge of sorts. the task itself made her queasy, stressing her control to its limits as she mentally controlled the blood and tried to cleanse his organs. 

      @iriidescente - hey tony.

[leurlumiere-blog]

     ‘ i’m not nesting ! stop telling me i’m nesting...       just because i’ve been watching nanny mcphee      and ... mary poppins.. doesn’t mean i’m nesting.      or broody --- i’m trying to get inspiration.. ‘ 

    open -- olivia lewis muse.

[soliitudo-archive-blog]

         @omnesvoces liked for a valentine’s day starter.

           ‘ i’m thinking we should do something more quiet and typical              for valentine’s day. maybe i’ll cook dinner, and a movie night?              i mean we did go all over the place for christmas.. --but we               could go out. you pick --. ‘

[icelandicblues-blog]

   &; natumignis

  ‘ -- your work is very beautiful. ‘ 

[ofthewclf-blog]

mrtimeandspace replied to your post: reappears five years later with starbucks.    ...

oi! do you have the little nibbles I asked you to fetch at least?

   ‘ -----i got h’ngry on th’ trip back. ‘

[mydraco]

I miss one tree hill so much 

[jonqbins]

 using my own words against me....i see how it is :c /sobs/ fine ;;

[soliitudo-archive-blog]

"Ѡ" - Caidence

Send an "Ѡ" for my muse's reaction to being sent accidental nudes.

[ sms ; sent ] 

we still aren’t having sex until we’re married.

[ sms ; sent ] 

but i’m keeping it. 

[ sms ; sent ]

[soliitudo-archive-blog]

   &; toprctect

        ‘ ---- does it count if i said i ate a cupcake for you? ‘