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[hightownquccn]

@theprice-cffreedcm asked: "You don’t need to tell me everything. I just want to know how I can help.” (From Here)

It would be so easy to just snap at him; to tell him he could help by keeping his nose out of her business. That she didn't need his help. But she is just so tired. And it was Steve. There was no ulterior motive to his asking. It wasn't an interrogation. It was just Steve.

It was hard to figure out where to begin. She was tempted to ask him if he'd ever been shot by someone he cared about but then she thought of Bucky during his time as the Winter Soldier and decided that was a dumb question. Shots had definitely been fired on more than a few occasions.

Honestly she didn't know if she was ready to tell him. There was so much they still hadn't shared with one another. And he understood that. He'd told her she didn't have to share. He just wanted her to let him care. Let him in. For once. It was something she was bad at. All her life she'd learned to keep things to herself; to bottle everything up. It was how she kept from getting hurt. Normally. The few times she'd slipped up had cost her.

"Just-" She didn't know what to say. Or where to begin. Giving up she just reached out, pulling his arm closer and around her. " Just sit here with me. "

[twcheaded-a]

OPEN STARTER FOR MUTUALS

“I coulda handled myself just fine back there.” August found himself ruffled and a little roughed up (though it was nothing too major.) Part of him couldn’t help but feel embarrassed about what’d happened, on some level, Beau ought to have known better. But he also knew, nine times out of ten, he’d be able to get out of whatever mess he’d make for himself. He traveled and worked alone, and so was the nature of his mindset. “Suppose I oughta thank you, though.” Beau reached out to pat their arm, a broad smile on his face accompanied a growing flush on his cheeks.

[makesmiistakes]

A closed verse starter for @alpheas

YES+ | | PREGNANT + pregnant+

All signs that yes, she was indeed pregnant again.

FUCK.

She'd taken two after getting off work the night before. Then three more early this morning...

All positive.

She was screwed. Well. Been there done that and apparently there was a lovely little additional prize. It wasn't that she didn't want to have kids. She did eventually. She already had one baby girl and that was handful enough at the moment and that was with Laura AND Derek's help. Derek. Shit.

Derek and Nina had been...close since she'd found out she was pregnant with Regan. Peter had run off and left her with only her friends family? pack for support. The two had grown close over the last year and may or may not have helped each other scratch some itches at times. Being pregnant again had not been one of them. And they'd only JUST decided to stop that altogether. How was she going to tell him?

Glancing at the clock she muttered another few curses before quickly throwing on a change of clothes ( she'd gone to the pharmacy in her joggers ) . Next she woke up Regan and began to get her ready. They were supposed to be at Laura and Derek's in less than an hour for breakfast this morning. Thankfully it was a good morning and it didn't take too long to pack up Regan and her bag.

She spent the whole car ride over worrying. In her rush, Nina didn't realize till she was knocking on the door that they were actually a good ten minutes early. Well at least she'd managed to pull herself out of bed this morning at all with how she was feeling.

[owedfavors]

⤷ ✧ @ve1ljumpers said, ❝ you strike me as sneaky. ❞ ( regency!pike )

❛ sneaky implies doing something underhand while striving to avoid detection. ❜ though at face value, the words are mere observation, her tone implies that it is rather a protest: she does nothing of the sort. listening, after all — at least when not done surreptitiously by listening around corners or through closed doors — is scarcely either underhand or furtive. nor is being circumspect in her own words. and as for all her science, work which might well belong in the shadows to avoid the scorn of society, she has never taken pains to conceal it. if few know the extent of it, that's merely because they neither ask nor permit her to speak of it.

there's nothing sneaky to it at all.

despite the protest, however, it strikes her that in a way, his description, while apparently unsuited, is simultaneously more perceptive than any of the many accusatory adjectives, at face value more accurate, assigned to her by so many over the years.

[sankta-alina-s]

@starlsssankt

Alina considered the coins in her pocket as she looked upon the bolts of fabric. Marina seemed to be in need of new clothing faster than she could keep up with. These would last through the summer, yet another batch would be needed for the winter.

Each coin earned from taking in washing was saved for her daughter's upkeep. Alina's pregnancy with Marina had been fully unexpected- realized after she'd crossed the Fold weeks after the Winter Fete- yet she couldn't imagine her life without her daughter. The little girl hadn't shown any signs of being Grisha just yet, which allowed for the mother and daughter to remain in their West Ravkan home for a while longer. Alina knew it was only a matter of time however, what with the girl's lineage to speak of.

She parted with some of her coins in favor of a measure of blue calico and a brown cotton that she hoped would withstand the wear and tear of a four year old. Said four year old was not too interested with her mother's selections and was instead taken with the spools of ribbon on display at the next stall.

Alina paused her conversation with the elderly woman behind the counter at the gentle tugging of her daughter on her hand.

"Do you want a ribbon, malyshka?" she asked, supposing that another coin could be spared for the trifle. Ever since laying eyes on her daughter, red-faced and wriggling in her arms after being born, Alina strove to do whatever possible for her. If a ribbon for her hair would bring a smile to the little girl's face, then Alina would do so gladly.

She spoke with the woman about trivial town gossip for a few moments while Marina chose her ribbon. Alina eventually turned to the display, intending to hurry Marina along, when she noticed the lack of a four year old by the ribbons. Icy panic flooded her upon not spotting her daughter.

"Marina?!" she called, wildly scanning the area. She dropped the yards of fabric on the stall counter as her daughter's name once more formed on her lips.

Relief flooded her upon spotting Marina in the midst of an animated conversation a few stalls over, unknowing of her mother's panic. The momentary relief was quickly eclipsed by utter horror as Alina recognized who it was that was talking to her daughter.

Her breath came short and fast while her body temperature dropped. She'd been so careful to avoid notice or attention these past few years. This town knew her as Irina, while the last had called her Darya. Alina had even limited her use of the Small Science, just summoning enough light every few weeks to keep herself healthy.

How had this happened?

"Marina!" she called sharply as she darted toward her daughter. She grabbed the girl and hefted her into her arms, not carrying that her hands were no longer free if needed to summon, as having her daughter close was all that she could focus on.

For the first time in four years, Alina found herself meeting the eyes of the Darkling.

[unforestalledreturn-a]

plotted starter for @hoshizorax

The dying sun took with it the last warmth of the day, one which these narrow, dirty alleys had not felt for hours now, if ever at all. The city was a sensory nightmare, choked with smog, one that Genesis found the only relief to be the blaring neon cursive above the building he had been searching for; Devil May Cry. On the phone, the woman he had spoken with, Noriko, he believed, had offered a consultation with his troublesome bounty. As he went to open the door, a loud, and rather brazen and thuggish looking man burst out in a hurry, cursing about debts, but almost looked like a dog whining with its tail tucked between its legs. Their shoulders collided, but the oaf did not stop until he was well on his way to making himself scarce. Genesis' eyes narrowed, interest piqued. Adjusting the inky black wrap cloak which sheen nearly glistened like feathers rather than fabric, he peered through the open doorway, curious, but cautious. "You'd think he had just seen a ghost." He spoke a curl of amusement tucked in the corner of his lips.

[feuerwizard]

Open Starter for all mutuals || Silly drunk Caleb inspired by this video

The potent effects of the many, many ales he had consumed throughout the evening were quite apparent in the deep, rosy flush that spread across Caleb's freckled cheeks, giving him a charmingly disheveled appearance. His ginger hair tousled and unkempt, evidence of a carefree state so unlike his usual brooding demeanor. With each slurred word, his thick accent became even more pronounced, a result of his lowered inhibitions. "You see," he explained passionately for what was likely the third or fourth tangent in the span of an hour, "it is all about the somatic components." His hand gestured wildly as he continued to ramble on, completely enthralled by his own thoughts and theories. "Magic is a lot like cats," Caleb trailed off, losing his line of thought very quickly, perhaps growing a bit distracted simply thinking of cats instead. "I’m… I’m not entirely sure where I was going with that, but it made perfect sense within my head."

[dramatisperscnae]

@hubrisse from [x]

The flippant response earns Jason a glower, Kyle only maintaining his own mask and uniform out of sheer spite stubbornness. This is Jason's apartment, it's not as though anyone's going to see and recognize him in here. More importantly, Jason s purposefully ignoring the question.

Which in itself is probably an answer, isn't it?

So Kyle folds his arms, drawing himself up to his full height - and ignoring how that still leaves him a couple inches shorter - and snorts. "Oh, I've been flirted with plenty," he says easily, "just never by you. And as to pretty boys around here, I'd think people would be used to seeing at least one around given you live here."

[darehearts]

good morning  !  if it ain't me being proud of my new and sad mobile header on this rainy saturday morning  😌✨

[hightownquccn]

@guiltburdened asked:   ‘ comforting ‘  - bucky, fatws send me    ‘ comforting ‘    for my muse’s reaction to yours gently wiping their tears away after they’ve been caught crying 

For a while all she felt were the tears trailing down her cheeks, soaking her eyelashes that were now practically stuck together as she sat curled up on the couch. She didn't hear the door or the footsteps as he approached her. The spy didn't even sense him she was so wrapped up in her thoughts. But she did feel him when he reached out to her. Warm and cool fingers moved below her eyes, gently brushing at the liquid that continued to course down. Both were a comfort.

Fuck. He was home.

She was tempted to lean into the touch but it also shocked Shar back from where she had let her mind wander. Ducking her head slightly she tried to push him away, not wanting him to see her like this. " No, " she murmured, trying to pull away.

[twcheaded-a]

OPEN STARTER

"Khajiit is most used to... big cats... Senche, or Senche-raht" 'most used to' was a half-truth; he hadn't ridden on the backs of any of his cousins since he'd left Anequina or the caravaning lifestyle behind — few of their cousins were brought in the caravan he traveled to Skyrim with. "They fit those his size much easier than one's steed might." Golden-green eyes move between his companion and the horses, his brows furrowed in concern, tuffs of hair-- done up in gold beads -- with it. "Ri'shardul will walk, or perhaps, better, find a cart for us both."

[makesmiistakes]

@alpheas asked: “  of course i came.  you needed me.  ” / for nina. exes with feelings prompts | ACCEPTING

Leaning down over the cot she planted a kiss on the now just warm baby's forehead. Thank whatever may be that the fever had broken finally. And it wouldn't have been possible ( or at least for her to get through this without freaking out completely ) without Derek showing up when she'd called earlier in the day.

Walking over to him in the doorway she stopped close by, leaning against the other part of the doorframe across from him. Her eyes looked over to him before tracking back to watch Regan sleeping. She crossed her arms over her chest. " Thank you for coming today. And staying, " she said, " I didn't mean to take up your whole day. "

" Of course I came. You needed me. "

Her gaze moved from the crib back to the other adult in the room. His gaze was also on Regan. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lip. She missed him. Reaching across the way she rested a hand on his arm before leaning up slightly and planting a kiss on his cheek. " Well, thank you. I couldn't have done this without you. " She gave his arm another small squeeze before letting go. " Can I make you a drink? "

[askfallenroyalty]

Ok I'm kinda low key in agony I'm so uncertain of what to do (aaaaaaaaaaa)

But anyway I want to take action. The more I think about it just making small changes lead to ripple effects and that's just gonna cause a total rewrite regardless. I see no way where I'm not just remaking everything at this point

So it's a reboot. I'm doing a reboot.

But at that point I'm thinking "should this still be a webcomic, would making it a visual novel justify remaking it more?"

Cause idk I just have this horrible gut feeling that people are gonna get maddy that I'm rebooting ""again"" but it was originally a redraaaaaw. It wasn't supposed to be a reboot originally but now it iiiiiis

Aaaaaaaaughhh

So either I just get over myself and reboot it or I make it a visual novel but I don't have a TEAM to make it I just got some friends helping with story and I'd feel bad asking help oh god why is everything painful to handle I'm dying insideee

[rosetintedduelist]

@sweetcobaltblue

“Nemesis-sexual?”

“Do enlighten me, Herr Kaiba! I’ve been to Berlin und Amsterdam several times und have yet to encounter such an attraction!”

[pavlovianpanic]

❝ i told you already, ❞ he says, taking a few test shots, ❝ you're fine. no one is going to see these but me, anyway. you're worrying way too much. ❞ nathan is oddly comfortable, but that must mean it's because he's in his element. he's relying a lot on natural lighting today, the clouds parting perfectly for just enough drab and just enough fab. you're leaning too much, he seems to say, gesturing to stand straighter. there we go. perfect. ❝ see? you're fine. hey, tilt your head a bit for me, huh? ❞ — open ( nathan p. )

[stardstschlar]

@dragvnsovl // this

He hadn't expected to feel a tug on his arm, but when he had Jotaro had allowed himself to be pulled a couple feet back. A random stranger pulling him back to stop the Joestar from getting into a fight? It wasn't the first, wasn't the second and certainly would not be the last, either. Brows furrowing the raven haired male looked back to the commotion beforehand then looked back at the woman beside him and eventually tugged his arm away, "Should worry about yourself, y'know."