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[morethanmybody]

@storyofwhoiam || Continued from here

As consciousness washed over Taylah, they carefully stretched, humming with their new wakefulness. A smile brought up their lips when they felt someone else in bed with them. They rolled over, sliding their arm over what they assumed was Marie's waist but was met with a lap and the memory that Marie couldn't be the one in bed with them.

That thought process was quickly halted when they felt a stabbing behind their eyes and a churning in their stomach. They brought their hand up to cover their face, feeling the urge to cry before being brought back to their previous thought process; who was in bed with them?

She slowly brought her hand down, only opening her eyes after several seconds of anxious stillness. She was met with a pretty girl with brown hair and brown eyes that made her stomach flutter. She thought she should say something, but her throat was locked shut.

"Hi?" She finally managed, her voice meek, crackly, and lilting up in a question that she couldn't quite form.

[qanedanegros]

Semi-plotted starter for @the-rogue-dragon

It should have been a site to warm her heart but all Mysaria felt was dread while looking at the girls gathered around the young girl. Neera. Her daughter no matter how much she thought it impossible. Neera had insisted that they braid her hair and make her look as pretty as them. Her light blonde hair in the braid reminds Mysaria of the girl's father. Mysaria had been sent back to Lys after the King had learned of her pregnancy and she had sent word to Daemon that the babe didn't survive. It had been a lie to ensure that her daughter wasn't hunted and possibly killed. She had even paid the ship's crew to speak no word of it should anyone ask.

Staying away had been easy in the beginning but soon her freedom began to slip away, and she had no choice but to come back. Little Neera had just had her eighth name day and she stood with her hand in Mysaria's as they crossed the narrow sea. Neera had been excited trying to look over the sides to see in the water. It had warmed her heart until remembered what or rather who could be awaiting them when they made it back to King's Landing.

Each night since their return, Mysaria would watch the door, waiting to see Daemon enter. Each night, Neera was sent to her hidden and told not to be loud or come out. Neera knew that her meals would be brought to her and one of the girls would keep her company while Mysaria handled busy for the evening. "Come now, Neera. You can't keep the girls to yourself. Get ready for bed..." Mysaria spoke as she ushered her to the hidden room.

"Can't I stay out for a little longer? I will be quiet!" She promised in the Lyseni tongue but was met with a frown.

Time was running out and in the pit of her stomach, Mysaria knew something tonight was going to change. Especially when the patron below got louder and she heard familiar name being called out.

[zealctry]

@fangier said: ❛ there’s no black or white, only gray. ❜ ( meme, accepting )

the snort that bubbles in his throat tastes of blood. or maybe of bile. either way, it is something repulsive, something that sticks in your throat like the pointed hook in the softest parts of your flesh. then make it bleed, and bleed, and bleed.

he snorts with the derision accumulated over two decades of living – and perhaps more, except that that, he doesn’t recall ( even if it lingers into the darkest corners of his mind, blanketing everything hitherto, like a layer of dust; only when you touch it do you perceive it. Hidan rarely ventures that far down memorylane ).

he snorts, all contempt. the yellow heat of summers past clings to his skin. sticky, humid, like gulping down a mouthful of mineral water and aspirating it directly into your lungs.

           “ bullshit. ”   he chews up the word and spits it out through clenched teeth. one iteration isn’t enough. he repeats it, for emphasis. elaborates.    “ that’s fucking bullshit, Coz’. shades of gray are for the weak and the gullible and those lacking a backbone to take a stand. ”   in the semi-dark, with its artificial, yellow streetlights, his contacts gleam a strange magenta ( he redirects his gaze from the man to the flickering bulb up ahead; he wishes he had gum, or a cigarette, or anything to stick his teeth into to stop them from grinding. it’s funny  because he doesn’t smoke. and sort of dislikes the taste of the typical menthol flavour anyway. )

instead, he thinks of Spartans trampling their brothers, quite literally, as they advance; bones snapping underfoot like twigs, soles smeared red, and not a single glance spared. he thinks of Icarus, feeling the kiss of fire across his nape, acclaiming the sun ( who cares if he fell into the sea? ). he thinks of Mishima, stepping onto the balcony in 1970, voice proud, spine straight, broadcasting his manifesto to a jeering crowd, then opening up his belly in traditional seppuku, disemboweling himself under the weight of a red sun and the disappointment in his living god.

( he thinks of the irreversible alteration you submit yourself to, like a chemical reaction, once you bear witness to the horrific sight of the face of god. )

           “ . . .. . . bullshit. ”

( an echo of an echo of an echo. )

what the fuck is being sensible, anyway?

[rxmlxw]

@sarcasticsnackpack: „ they’re dead because of you. “

BROCK DIDN‘T LOOK SURPRISED NOR ANGRY. HIS FEATURES SHOWED NO EMOTIONS AT ALL , when he looked at the young male and slightly tilted his head to the side , eyes narrowing at him as he shook his head in amusement. „ so what ? what do you want here , revenge for people that are strangers to you ? “ , he asked , sounding taunting , as he took a step forward , as the only emotion was a small smirk perking up on the corner of his lips. „ come try me boy. you think you know it all , don‘t you ? have it all figured out. “

[badwolftylcrr]

it's  been  strange,  to  say  the  least.  going  from  full-time  space  traveller  to  ...  not  being  that,  it's  quite  the  adjustment.  rose  had  never  dared  dream  of  all  the  things  she'd  come  to  see  -  and  equally,  she'd  never  been  able  to  imagine  ever  going  back  to  the  mundane.  ever  leaving  him  and  that  life.  or  -  well,  being  left  behind,  rather.  she  rarely  thinks  of  it  these  days,  but  she  dreams  about  it,  nearly  every  night.  the  heart  of  the  tardis,  saving  jack,  destroying  the  daleks.  that  kiss.  the  doctor  absorbing  the  bundled  power  of  the  time  vortex  -  only  to  disappear. 

it's  not  like  jack  and  rose  had  grown  impatient  -  oh,  they'd  waited.  and  waited,  and  waited.  and  when  jack  had  finally  grown  tired  of  waiting,  he'd  charmed  the  first  person  he  found  into  letting  him  'borrow'  their  vortex  manipulatr.  and  one  incredibly  uncomfortable  journey  later  rose  was  back  home.  and  she'd  stay  that  way.  jackie  was  overjoyed  -  rose  was  inconsoleable. 

back  to  normal.  back  to  reality.  back  to  henrik's,  which  has  been  rebuilt,  apparently,  in  the  year  she's  missed.  and  they  were  happy  to  give  her  her  old  job  back  -  turns  out  nobody  really  wants  to  work  at  a  place  where  the  mannequins  came  to  life  and  caused  the  building  to  blow  up.  rose  tyler.  shop  girl  once  more.

the  days  pass  by  unbelievably  slow.  her  co-worker  gently  nudges  her,  nods  behind  her.  a  customer  asking  for  her,  rose  doesn't  bother  looking.  "  be  with  you  in  a  minute,  mate.  "

@theaccursedninth

[freezeher-moved]

she plops herself sits in their lap & bats pretty green eyes . could be she's not completely sober .

[freezeher]

❛ . . . why do you like me ? ❜

[strxngertogether]

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜ Carina - Rosie

@storyofwhoiam

"Meh meh meh meh meh," Rosie mocks in a higher pitched voice with a giggle, lightheartedly teasing the older woman. She quietens down for a minute, trying to lull Carina into a false sense of security before yanking her head forward when she feels a solid grip on the locks once again.

A quiet but sharp cry pushes out of her as her hair is yanked with a good amount of force, a breathy moan falling from her lips shortly after. She turns back to look at Carina, a bright, mischievous smirk gracing her face as she does.

[zealctry]

@foxcurse sent a 🖤 ( meme, accepting. )

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat /peaceful/ calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them / I'd sacrifice them to Jashin.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

[rxmlxw]

@scarsmasked „ do you mind if i smoke ? “

BROCKS DARK EYEBROW ARCHED UP A LITTLE WHEN HAZEL ORBS MOVED from the cup of coffee in his hand towards the other and he shrugged with his shoulders. „ go ahead , i won‘t stop you , but be aware it‘ll kill you one day. “ , he joked lightly with no intention of truly warning him. he was a smart gut , he probably knew , but in this line of work , who cared about being alive or dead anyway , right ? „ just open the window. don‘t like it when it smells like smoke in here. “ , he reminded in a friendly tone. not that he cared much about it either , but the cold smoke reminded him far too much about a past he rather left there. in the past. he did smoke himself at times , but drinking was far more favored , so he moved towards his coffee table to pour himself a bourbon. „ want one too ? “ , he asked without even looking up.

[sxbaist]

|| lyric starter call - Where the Skies End by Starset

     “Let them come test who we are!” With her back pressed against the wall, any trace of nerves folded neatly into her fists, nails digging deeply, breathing through her teeth. The rise and fall of a predator, gnashing its teeth in lieu of becoming prey. 

     “Can you hear me? I'll be there when the guns break out,” a promise to @ssolessurvivor that comes from somewhere deep within, the grime and rust encasing it a testament to everything she keeps inside. She cocks her rifle, wipes at the blood from her mouth and nose, smearing it across her face. “Logan-- when the sharks smell the blood, they will all see it's their own.”

[freezeher-moved]

@goofily liked !

❛ an' i'm sorry if i seemed off , but i was prob'ly wasted . ❜

[freezeher]

@cheernerds liked !

❛ there's gonna come a day when you'll feel better -- you'll rise up free an' easy on that day -- an' float from branch t' branch lighter 'n air . ❜

[soistoodup]

too rough for you? (Marc, daredevil)

marc kisses his teeth under his mask, tasting blood. there’s something satisfying about the metallic tang, the copper so strong he can feel it in his nose. moo.n knigh.t doesn’t shy away from taking a hit and this is no exception, even if his opponent is a formidable one. 

    “you wish.” 

he reaches to his chest and pulls down a crescent dart, gleaming gold in the low light. he’s not an easy one to knock down. 

[morethanmybody]

"Do you have any idea how remarkable you are?" Lucy

@storyofwhoiam

Taylah's whole world seemed to stop with that. Remarkable? She was one hundred percent sure no one had ever used that word, or anything close to it, for her. Her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to understand why Lucy would say that and how it applied to her.

"Me?" they asked incredulously. Lucy was definitely wrong if she was actually talking to Taylah and if she wasn't, Taylah probably looked so stupid.

[sexierthanaman]

@glitchexmachina

Melinda had been overseeing Danielle's physical training since she joined SHIELD. She had improved a lot, learning to rely less on her powers and increasing her stamina. She had lasted longer than normal this session.

Melinda finally pinned Danielle to the ground, raising an eyebrow as the redhead let out a moan. She felt her knee grow a little damp from where it was pressed against her core. "Someone seems to enjoy being pinned," she said with a smirk.