#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ THREAD ⋮ TALESWRITTEN.

[fuckthisguy]

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Ę̷͖͚͉̼̲̒D̵͙̗͒͆̌͝D̸̟̅̽̊͝Ǐ̴̘̳̜̳̲͗̊͛̔̀͐͠Ė̶̢̡̫̞͎̎͆̈́̆̽!̵̥̤̥̮͍̫́̅͑̂͛̀

black tendrils rise from our form , shaking the little human by his shoulder. another reaches for the phone , clumsily searching for it , blind while the drowsiness that clouds a shared mind remains ---- it falls behind the bedside cabinet. again.

Ṣ̷̡̢͕͍̺̼̀͌̅͐̍͆̕Ḩ̷̥̰̅̊͊͝Ḯ̵̻̦͈̫̘̥̖̏̃ͅT̵̢͚̠̪̼̠̗̗̋.̷͖̝͙͎͛̈̕. @taleswritten ( eddie )

[tunichtgxt-archive]

starter for @taleswritten

"i... couldn't really wait." clive had been out for days now, he had heard nothing back from his letters, so all he could do was wait for the male to come back. to his own room at the hideout. theodore was clad in only some dark pants, sitting on the other male's bed with a slight smile. "i heard nothing back and started worrying, but everyone told me you were out on a mission that would just take a bit longer." the warrior lay down on clive's bed, beckoning him to come over. "but i am glad to see you are doing well. i've missed you."

maybe it was the worry that nothing lasted forever, that one day clive would just leave to save the world and not come back. maybe it was groundless worry, but it existed inside of his heart and wasn't just going to vanish.

"lie with me?"

[fablewoven]

@taleswritten gets a blind Yennefer

While the Battle of Sodden had been a traumatizing experience at best, Yennefer had never imagined that going up against Fringilla would end in her losing her ability to see. She was trying to cure the ailment, as Tissia had told her that it was a magical wound with a magical cure, but it was hard when one wasn't used to being without one of their senses.

What was worse, was that she had to find her way back to Aretuza, which had felt impossible in the beginning. Out there trying to make her way back when there were still stragglers after the battle, and she had no idea where she was going. It was when she had to first start using her magic to enhance her other senses, so she could move around without looking completely incompetent.

Once she had made her way back to Aretuza, she then had to figure out how she was going to fix this. Tissia hadn't been able to fix it, but it had given Yennefer a little time to get more used to this paired with the extra magic, so that she could get around without feeling like she was drawing attention to herself. It felt like torture, however, so she was here at the Temple now to HEAL...and to try to figure out how to do this on her own, because she didn't want to rely on anyone else. Having to rely on those she had already, was making her feel weaker, and that feeling never hit Yennefer well.

She was making her way across the room slowly, when she heard the door open, making her tense up because she couldn't see them. "I'm afraid this room is very much occupied," the sorceress began, trying her best to stand up straight and not let them know that she was having an issue making them out.

[thefvrious]

@taleswritten said -> i just want you to- to be safe, you know?

Lestat pursed his lips. It was interesting, he thought, that Louis would tell him that he wanted him to be safe. What did that mean? Did that mean that Louis wanted to keep him shacked, on a short leash -- wanted to ensure that everything Lestat did was within reason? It was almost suffocating, this love with Louis, but Lestat wouldn't have it any other way.

Sighing, he looked over his shoulder from where he stood in the window. "I am always careful, mon cheri." He said, offering a smile that was only halfway genuine. "Why don't you join me on the adventure, Louis? It would do you some good to get out of this house..."

[cpirits]

(( @taleswritten | moved

Eyes that are ever changing watch John with curiosity. Suddenly the man has become far more fascinating than the book he is currently reading. Sherlock is entirely silent as he watches John run his fingers over the hand grip and stare directly at it. Sentimental. Yet he’s torn about something concerning this cane. Lost in his own little world as he mulls over whatever it is he is mulling over. Likely wondering what to do with the cane now that he no longer needs it. Just as he suspected, the question is asked, and he is proven right. Of course, he is right, he always is, after all, and he knows John better than John knows himself. He has since the very moment they met. “No.” An instant answer. Leave it to Sherlock to always say what’s on his mind and be blunt while he’s at it. He sees no reason for John to keep it. Sentimental value is silly and pointless, and the cane is only hindering John. “You don’t need it. Why would you keep something you don’t need?”

Fingers of a trauma survivor coasted the length of the disability aid as the others held onto the hand grip. His breath was ghosted from his body, quiet as his eyes were fixed on the cane. In his head he wanted to just throw the damn thing across the room, but he didn't want to upset Ms. Hudson. John simply wasn't that type of man.

Memories of the why and how the cane came into his possession flooded his head, and it was nearly too much (he wanted to throw it.) The thing had made his life easy after the military, but also hindered him, held him back in many respects.

As Sherlock spoke John came back to reality, after all, he himself had questioned in the first place, so he should have been attentive to the answer from the other man's lips. John nodded. "Yes, of course." But his reply was distant (he still wished to hurl it across the room, violently.)

He didn't need it now, he could easily walk on his own feet, his leg no longer bothered him as it had before he had met Sherlock curiously so. "I--" He began, standing up and gripping the cane by the neck, as if giving it a strangling and his knuckles were slowly turning white.

"Can I throw it into the water?" He had wanted to throw it there, but it'd make a mess, the water was a deep grave, and the cane would sink without him being able to ever get it back and drown all his worries with it.

"I want to go watch the boats, Sherlock. Come with me." He rarely asked anything of his housemate, so he hoped the man would humor him, despite it being unlike him, so John thought. He never knew how Sherlock behaved, but he was interesting for sure.

[prosewrote]

CONTINUED. | @taleswritten​​

She had heard about the stronger mutant attacking a few blocks over from where she was, but she was at work. Thinking now she should’ve just run out of that place and went straight to him. Screw laying low; ever since she got stuck here in this universe she’s been having to relearn a lot of things. Everything was so familiar yet NOT. He had told her to blend in, try not to patrol much otherwise people are gonna be confused and suspicious as to why there were TWO Spider heroes swinging around.

She huffs as she guides him to sit down at her small round dining table; she couldn’t find him after her shift ended so she thought it best just to wait for him at her place. And come he finally did, banged up pretty bad. His remark makes her smile, head tilting down and into his touch shyly. She tried not to give too much thought into what exactly they were, she was pretty certain he’d want nothing more than friendship with her considering they were just parallel versions of themselves who used to be lovers. Except she never had the guts to confess to Peter to first in her world and now ... 

She gives his hand a light peck before placing his hand back in his own lap, getting up to retrieve her first aid kit from her kitchen. She gets to work on whatever scrapes or cuts are left on him that his enhanced healing hasn’t gotten to quite yet. 

“Well I certainly hope not bug-boy, I just got here and I’d hate for anything to happen before we got to properly know each other.”

[shefatalesarch]

THE WHOLE SUPERHERO THING WAS NOT LOST ON HER. she had, had plenty of run ins and to finally have one again now? not exactly so... insane. "you're not exactly my first person in.... " she gestured. "first team though so that's new...." she spoke. "can i get you a drink maybe as a thank you for the hand on that case?"

@taleswritten ♥ for a starter from maggie sawyer for sara lance

[courtofmuses]

from here with @taleswritten

               HE   WELL   KNOWS   THE   TRANSITION   can   be   terrible.   The   body   dies   in   a   sense   he   can   not   really   explain.   Not   in   anyway   that   will   truly   make   sense.   The   does   not   stop   beating   though   it   can   slow   to   a   point   where   death   seems   imminent,   only   fueled   by   the   blood   they   consume   from   victims   -   the   very   vitality   that   keeps   them   the   living   dead.   All   of   which   he   has   learned   through   trial   and   error.   After   all,   his   maker   killed   himself   shortly   after   creating   Lestat   so   he   had   no   one   to   look   to.   No   one   to   teach   him   the   ways   of   the   vampire.   He   will   not   suffer   Louis   the   same   fate.   No,   Lestat   will   guide   him   and   love   him.   He   will   support   him   and   show   him   how   truly   wonderful   life   as   a   vampire   can   be.   Together   the   two   of   them   would   live   a   lavish   lifestyle   and   nothing   would   touch   them.   

So   he   waits   for   Louis   to   wake   and   take   in   the   world   through   his   new   vampire   eyes.   The   world   will   look   different   and   Lestat   knows   this   but   he   will   be   there   every   step   of   the   way.   It   takes   less   time   than   he   anticipates   and   he   stands   before   his   lover,   a   hand   outstretched   to   him.   ❝   Fear   not,   ma   amour.   ❞   Lestat   waits   patiently   for   Louis   to   gather   his   wits   and   take   his   hand.   He   helps   the   other   man   to   his   feet   and   cups   his   cheek   before   kissing   him   lightly.   ❝   You   are   beautiful,   Louis.   Absolutely   beautiful.   ❞

As   much   as   he   wishes   to   stand   here   and   simply   look   into   the   eyes   of   the   man   he   loves,   there   are   two   corpses   before   them   and   blood   everywhere.   He   feels   not   a   bit   of   regret   or   guilt   for   committing   such   atrocities   in   a   house   of   God.   Lestat's   relationship   with   God   is   one   of   anger   and   disappointment.   The   benevolent   deity   has   never   done   anything   to   help   him,   never   guided   him   in   any   meaningful   way.   He   has   always   taken   care   of   himself   and   he   will   continue   to   do   so.   Though   now   he   can   no   longer   be   selfish.   He   must   care   for   Louis.   

❝   Come,   ❞   he   says   with   a   small   grin.   ❝   We   shall   dispose   of   the   corpses   and   then   we   will   hunt.   You   are   no   doubt   hungry.   ❞   Once   Louis   feeds   he   will   feel   much   better.   So   Lestat   wastes   no   more   time   in   collecting   the   bodies   from   the   floor   of   the   church   and   carrying   them   out   of   the   building   through   the   back   entrance.   It   has   been   a   messy   night   but   he's   careful   to   leave   no   trace   or   anything   suspicious.   

Once   he   is   through   with   the   ritual   of   cleaning   up   after   himself,   Lestat   turns   to   his   new   fledgling.   He   can   feel   the   irrevocable   bond   between   them;   sire   and   protégé.   ❝   You   must   feed,   my   love.   You   may   choose   anyone   you   desire   for   they   will   follow   you.   Such   is   the   lure   of   our   kind.   ❞   He   traces   a   sharp   nail   along   Louis'   jaw.   Being   a   vampire   has   only   made   his   lover   more   beautiful   and   ethereal.

[wontgodowninhistory]

「 🌈 : @taleswritten​​​​ 」

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"Well then I guess we'll figure it out together." It was the most solid and true answer that Robin could give. "Sometimes I wonder the same thing. I'm learning all the things I'm not and those are helping me figure all the things I am. If that even makes any sense." She wasn't her fathers caretaker and punching bag any longer, she wasn't someone that felt nothing but shame as she walked down the all too familiar streets of Hawkins. She was free now. Robin could be anybody she wanted to be and that meant Angel could do the same. They could be the people they wanted to be together as they loved and nurtured each other in all the ways that no one else had ever done for them.

Hand holding is Robin Buckley favorite form of affection and she gives Angel's hand another small squeeze. This has to be the nicest feeling. She's just gotten off work and she's walking down a street in the middle of Central Park. It's bustling with activity and life and no one cares about them. No one even gives them more than a passing glance. They are just two people in love and happy with life heading home to the tiny apartment that they share. 

"You already are." This was a huge step for Robin and something she would have never done in Indiana and not even when she'd first arrived in New York. "You are the first person I've ever done this with." She looked down at their interlocked hands and smiled. Her freckled cheeks were flushed both from the excitement or being able to be herself and from the December cold. "I feel more like myself than I ever thought I would..." She rambled on. "It's like...this is what it feels like to be alive and I love it. I want it to feel this way forever.”

[fuckthisguy]

' you talk a lot , and i'm not sure if i like that yet , so i'm gonna need a minute to take in everythin' you just said. ' he looks almost like he has a headache already , but the symbiote's voice in his head is chattering away too. a deep breath , and maybe he'll regret this ---- ' alright , explain it to me again. ' @taleswritten

[celestialheal-arch]

It was starting to get so cold. days like these were the ones in which nienna hoped she could stay in bed, but alas, the situation she was into didn't allowed a single moment of rest beyond the necessary. as they walked through the dark forest, it was almost unconscious the way she approached karlach for heat. the cheerful tiefling's energy always left the half-elf feeling better, but now her heat was literally the only thing keeping her from shivering. it was not a surprise then, when karlach suddenly halted, nienna literally crashed against her back.

❝ sorry! ❞ she apologized, fixing her glasses as she tried to find the reason why the barbarian had stopped in her tracks.

@taleswritten liked for a starter.

[fablewoven]

@taleswritten gets our angst starter

There was a lot that Yennefer and Geralt left unsaid on a regular basis, and sometimes, Yennefer was glad for it. However, she'd been carrying a lot of misplaced anger that she didn't know what to do with, and in moments where she and Geralt were alone, and things were too quiet, she found her thoughts drifting to that nagging voice in the back of her head: the one that always brought up Triss.

Captured and forced to deal with a slew of things, Yen had escaped then, to try to make her way back to Geralt, only to hear that he was with Triss. Only to feel as though she'd been left for a younger model (that wasn't in her league as far as Yennefer was concerned), and he'd forgotten all about her. Then her thoughts would dip past the pain of being traded out, to remind her that Geralt hadn't had any memories of her, and then something else nagged at her: he didn't have memories of her, and yet Triss did. Triss had seemingly purposefully not told him what was going on, and shouldn't Yennefer be happy that him getting his memories back meant remembering her and how much he loved her?

Perhaps...if her lover hadn't been wronged in some way.

Yennefer had always been one of the first people to make sure that Geralt was treated fairly, and perhaps some of this anger was toward herself then, for not treating him fairly and instead being destructive about Triss. Somehow, Yennefer felt like she had been the one that had failed him somehow there, and maybe that was why Yennefer didn't like to bring it up. But also, Geralt never seemed to be particularly upset about what had happened with Triss...just ready to move on, and maybe she should? Maybe she would have if she wasn't so monumentally stubborn.

Sitting next to him, Yennefer made a face at her own thoughts before she looked at Geralt, deciding to just say it. She'd never had a problem being particularly forward before and this was no different. "My darling...we should talk."

[thefvrious]

@taleswritten sent -> louis kisses the back of lestsat's neck

Another night of hunting on his own has passed, and Lestat is back in their shared estate stripping himself of the evening's clothing. He leaves fine, well-tailored linens in a pile on the floor, donning a pair of silk pajamas instead, admiring himself in the mirror as he goes through his nightly routine.

His mind has been on Louis all night -- like the other vampire lives under his skin, sending him into a fever pitch. It's as if their bodies are calling to one another, their hearts singing out a cry that neither of their ears can hear. It doesn't matter if how much either one of them fights it, they are as tethered to one another as the sun is to the sky -- it may leave, but it will always return.

When Louis walks up behind him, Lestat can smell him before he feels him, and he relishes in the familiar redolence of his lover, letting his lavender eyes fall closed as the other vampire moves Lestat's blond locks out of the way just to press lush lips to the skin at the back of his lover's neck. Lestat lets out a low, pleased little sigh, allowing Louis his moment before turning to face him -- he's greedy and selfish like that, can't keep his hands off Louis and doesn't to try to keep his lips or teeth off either.

"Something on your mind, mon cheri?" He asks as he lets his gaze wander over the length of Louis' body. "Or did you just miss me extra this evening?"

[frankccstle]

💀 ───── they never saw eye to eye. no amount of time was ever going to cause them to see each other's point of view. at least not easily. yet the line that stuck in his mind he had once spoken directly to the devil of hell's kitchen. 'you're one bad day from being me.' it was tragedy and death that had motivated him to take matters into his own hands. somehow, he wondered if tragic ends to people he loved might be exactly what caused murdock to remove the helmet and stop.

his boots came to a halt and as he turned slowly he could see past his shoulder the movement of shadow not so far off. his finger reached towards the m16 at his side as he turned slowly and he raised his brow in a manner of a well trained man becoming aware of his surroundings. "red." he spoke as he kept the weapon in his hip.

"if you're here to try to give me a lecture about that mess two blocks over, you're wasting your damn time. they had it coming, and i did you a goddamn favour." he reminded as he released the gun and moved for a blade against his back.

@taleswritten ♥ for a starter for matt murdock

[mamoritxi]

"hmm,   the   next   time   you   have   some   time   with   him,   you   could   initiate   things.   you   have   not   been   very...   active   with   him,   right?   also,   i   may   have   said   that   he   has   feelings   for   you   but   until   he   says   so   himself,   i   wouldn't   linger   on   this.   i   am   not   really   a   man   for   many   words   or   feelings   as...   you   might   have   noticed,   so   i   am   not   sure   i   can   assess   others   correctly.   just   know,   we   all   adore   you   a   lot.   you're   our   light   and   you're   free   to   go   to   whoever   you   want."   kiba   turned   to   the   side,   gently   pulling   naruto   into   his   embrace   and   placing   a   kiss   on   his   temple.

"but   of   course   you   are   also   free   to   visit   me   every   night.   there   is   still   so   much   i   can   do   with   you."   the   dog   ninja   chuckled,   but   eventually   just   snuggled   close   to   the   other   man.   a   hand   came   up   to   stroke   the   other   male's   cheek.   "unless   you   have   gotten   too   much   of   me   already."

Naruto isn't quite sure how he feels about Shikamaru being in love with him. He doesn't dare say anything to Shikamaru, either, content with whatever it is they have going on. It's the same with Gaara.

Naruto shifts to lay on his side, hands under his head so that he can look at Kiba and listen to what he says. There is a moment of confusion as Naruto speaks up, "Test the waters...? How?" Sure, he could ask, but he's worried how that will go over.

[shefatalesarch]

SOMETIMES PEOPLE NEEDED HELP and as he straightened up he swallowed some. probably wouldn't be the best to just walk into the lab right but he was desperate. he stepped inside and swallowed, no doubt set off alarms, and he wasn't exactly dressed for a fight but that wasn't to say he couldn't handle himself, thanks to wally, and bruce he knew a trick or two for a speedsters. he raised his hands as he stepped along the hallway and into the far more open space, "don't ... anything." he confessed. "i'm here for some help." he stressed as he exhaled gently. "i'm a friend of wally's.....he mentioned you once or twice, and uh ..." he paused a second as he cleared his throat. "well ... i could use some help."

@taleswritten ♥ for a starter from richard 'dick' grayson for barry allen