#* 𝐢. REPLIES

[wistrea]

good morning! mango pictures of the day ^_^

[muutosarchive]

just a psa, if you need someone not to format their replies for you, please just ask and don't vague about it. there's no reason to when you can just communicate with someone whom probably doesn't give a fuck whether they format for you or not, and might just need a reminder if they forget. :3

[lindscys]

okay so ts brainrot is hitting so give this a like and i'll put the tt.pd anthology on shuffle and create a starter based on the song / lyric <3 for my mutuals only, and please specify muse if you're a multi ! if you want to give me a few choices then ur more than welcome to and u might get them all !

[mastermicd-arch]

i have plenty of drafts and i haven't been chatty on here because grief is such a harsh mistress but alas i have some mojo so this is a starter call for the following muses: brooke davis (one tree hill) dana "scottie" scott (suits) peyton charles (izombie) rachel goldberg (unreal) samantha griffith (good sam) shelby wyatt (quantico) zoe reynolds (spooks)

[vghtsupes]

@thcrealheroes ; annie / CONT.

     𝐡𝐞  𝐡𝐚𝐝  𝐭𝐨  𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝  𝐬𝐡𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐡𝐢𝐦,     that  she  had  the  sense  about  her  to  questioning  everything  she  was  witnessing  right  now  and  not  just  immediately  being  glad  to  see  him.     that's  his  girl,  that's  his  annie,  even  in  the  face  of  doom  and  gloom,  she  still  gotta  question  fucking  everything.     yet  the  moment  he  used  that  petname,  he  saw  the     𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟     flood  her  face  as  she  realised  it  really  was  him  and  his  arms  wrapped  around  her  as  she  leaned  into  him,  eyes  closing  for  a  moment  and  he  does  everything  he  can  to  ignore  kessler's  mocking  voice.     nothing  was  going  to  take  away  from  this  moment  for  him.     they  had  been  through  their  fair  share  of  shit,  but  he  was  just  so     𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥     that  if  this  was  going  to  be  one  of  the  last  chances  he  got  to  see  her,  he  was  just  glad  he  could  get  her  out  and  she  would  be  the  one  to  finally  stop  homelander.     he  knew  he  could  do  it  and  he  believed  in  her.

     𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬  𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝  𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐚𝐬  𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲  𝐚𝐬  𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝,     which  considering  how  sick  he  was  getting,  it  probably  felt  like  nothing  to  her  in  comparison  to  the  way  he  used  to  be  able  to  hold  her.     the  way  she  touched  him  almost  made  him  emotional,  shaking  his  head,     "     couldn't  forget  about  you,  baby  girl,  you're  a  pain  in  my  ass,     "     he  teased,  trying  to  just  be  a  little  normal  between  them,  especially  considering  the  way  she  was  looking  at  him,  he  could  literally  see  the  worry  in  her  eyes  as  she  realised  just  how     𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤     he  had  gotten  and  it  was  only  a  matter  of  time,     "     don't  worry  about  me,  we  gotta  get  you  out  of  here  and  you  gotta  go  stop  that  shifter,  derail  their  fucking  plan  to  take  over,     "     butcher  told  her,  his  hands  moving  to  cup  her  face  and  for  a  brief  moment,  he  missed  the  power  that  the  temp  v  had  given  him.     he  would  be  able  to  break  these  cuffs  and  get  her  out  of  here,  but  he  didn't  and  there  was  no  way  billy  was  letting  kessler  anywhere  fucking  near  annie.     it  just  meant  that  there  was  only  way  two  ways  out  of  her  cuffs,  she  had  to  figure  out  her  power  situation  and  quick,  or  she  had  to  do  it  the     𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥     way  and  pull  herself  out.

     𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐚  𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬  𝐭𝐨  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝,     he  looked  at  her  with  a  softer  look  on  his  face  as  he  hated  that  she  had  no  other  way  out  of  this  and  there  was  no  way  for  him  to  help  her,     "     i'm  fucking  sorry,  annie,  but  you're  gonna  have  to  get  yourself  out  of  this.     that  cunt  didn't  leave  a  key  and  we  ain't  got  the  time  to  chase  her  down,  you  can  do  this,     "     billy  wished  they  had  the  time  for  him  to  go  after  the  shifter  and  get  the  key,  but  he  didn't  want  to  leave  her.     he  also  knew  one  good  hit,  he  was  going  down  and  he  had  things  he  needed  to  do  before  his  time  was  up.     getting  annie  out  was  the  first  thing,  then  he  had  to  try  to  get  through  to  ryan,     "     i  wish  i  could  fucking  do  more.     but  you  can  get  yourself  out  of  this,  i  fucking  know  it,     "

[33goosey]

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝. | @hcartsleeved

   with her limited time on the surface, lucy maclean had seen some pretty horrific things and this moment had certainly made the never ending list of unfortunate events. a piece of metal rebar had lodged itself right through mayven's iliotibial band. with their enemies face first in the dirt, lucy jogged to the woman's side. her teeth grit at the gruesome sight, seeing dark red blood ooze out of the wound and onto mayven's clothes. the vault dweller's doe eyes widened, visibly concerned for the other.

   "wait- me?" lucy asked as she took a hesitant step closer to the injured woman. she gulped in a big huff of air. "okey dokey. yeah, i can do this."

   the brunette's dirty hands reached forward to grip onto the piece of metal, hazel eyes meeting the others for confirmation. "um- on a count of three?"

   "one . . . two . . th-" the overseer's daughter yanked the metal upwards and out of mayven's flesh with all of her strength. she met some resistance as the scrap was lodged deeply into mayven's leg. another spurt of blood escaped the wound, landing onto lucy's fingers and pant leg.

   "oh gosh! oh gosh, this stinks. i am so sorry." she tugged again, finally pulling the metal out.

[philomelia]

cassie feels the old familiar wound of jealousy gape open.     of course @doomdays has a bedroom where she can hang things,    a private space that she could decorate as she pleased   (cassie has a tent and a van--    the latter has become a stark mess in the single year that she’s had it...      there were coke cans lining the floor,   a layer of dust that no one had told her to clean up,    the places where her mother couldn’t touch anymore).    if she was being honest,   she liked the mess of it.    she had never owned enough stuff to have a mess before.    she couldn’t even begin to imagine how she could destroy a bedroom--    how the floor might be stained,   how the wardrobe might have peeling stickers stuck on it,    how she might have scratched and broken every surface in there.     she couldn’t imagine that tracy was so careless with her things.    still,   you never knew how bad things could get until they got really bad,   did you?      maybe tracy’s room was a mess.    her jealousy dwindled--    a quick flashed tempered into something softer.     if she hated everyone for what she didn’t have,    it would eat her alive.

“    that’s kinda cool.    sort of like you’re containing it,   you know.    the paper is the metaphorical trap and you’re pouring it all out.    lots of people don’t ever deal with their issues.    i mean,   they never find a way of getting it all out.    i don’t think i’d be brave enough to draw it all out--     i think i’d just keep it all inside and let it eat away at me.     maybe that’s why i talk so much.    i’m trying not to let that happen.    trying not to be eaten alive,  i mean.     ”      a quirk of her lips,   a confession that feels half - coy   (in her words,   she cuts out her heart and serves it up for anyone to eat).      at tracy’s next line,   cassie bumps her arms fondly against the other’s.   the gesture is easy,   light,   as warm as any summer’s breeze.       “   everyone’s pretty just happens to look a little different.      ”       she thinks again of her mess,    of the way dust falls like kisses against her skin:     to her,  that is beauty incarnate,   transformed into its purest form.    to anyone else,   she can imagine them recoiling with horror--    her mother would never get to see it.    even her sisters were exiled from her kingdom.

she stood to her feet,   grabbing two pieces of plain paper.    tracy might prefer her own notebook,  which was fine,   but she still felt it was rude just to grab stuff for herself.   she found some pencils in the school drawers--     the classroom would be empty until the lunch bell rang,    where cassie would try to entice tracy into skipping gym with her.     there was just enough room behind the bleachers to still get a full view without being seen.      “   okay,   what are we drawing?    the first thing that comes to our mind or?     ”

[pyshcic]

the fact that alice's cheerful and easy-going demeanor is largely due to the permanent damage unregulated & abusive electro-shock therapy did on her while human (turning her completely amnesiac, which is why she doesn't remember her human life) is... horrific, when you remember it. agreeable and kind and fun at most moments due to an extreme physical trauma. happy even when she doesn't really mean to be, and she's completely unsure why!

[wistrea]

@killerhubby sent: truly, mirage would never be able to formulate into words just how beautiful her anger was, how her gaze goes cold　⸻　a thrilling shiver down his spine. though chaos stands before him, he still reaches out, hands to cradle her face, to adore just how mad she looked, how it contorted every feature of her face and yet, and yet, she was utterly stunning,　❛　i love it when you’re mad,　❜　he breathes those words so helplessly, as if he had lost the power to hold his tongue,　❛　my beautiful chaos witch　⸻　you look at me like that and i’d do anything for you.　❜　

incompetence is the root of her frustrations, the written report that detailed her spies' last failed reconnaissance mission crushed in her palm as she balled it into a tight fist. she despises traitors. she despises that their existence insinuates that she was blind to their betrayal, an insult to her own perception. [ giving the order fort hem to be hunted down was not enough. she needed to kill them herself. ] frost spreads, from the tips of her fingers and continues to crawl up her hand, undoubtedly consuming her arm beneath her sleeve. she does her best not to indulge in destruction now, trying to piece together her composure as if it's her last lifeline. what will it say about her if she cannot keep even herself under control? it is only then that the light above her began to flicker, a testament to her unrest.

and yet, even amidst the brewing tempest, chaos does nothing and allows mirage to approach her without once being touched by neither frost nor levin. her magic that remains a thin veil around her allows itself to be parted so that he could draw nearer, though perhaps she does not notice he was as close as he was until his hands come to cup her face with a startling gentleness. kira immediately tilted her gaze up to meet his own, the furrow between her brows easing slightly, as though the comfort in his touch is enough to elicit such a reaction. oh, how she adored this man. perhaps more than she is willing to say, and yet more than enough to reflect 'pon her visage without her having to utter a word.

the witch is unable to stop herself from huffing, though the sound was more amused than irritated. ❛    please, do not make me smile when i'm angry. you're making it very difficult to remain frustrated right now.    ❜ she muttered, rolling her eyes affectionately at him as she leaned forward, just enough to be able to rest her forehead against his. ❛    my beloved mirage, how i'd love to take a bite of your heart, because you already have mine. come with me, then? i have a few traitors to kill. you and i can make it a date.    ❜

[muutosarchive]

btw i'm using the uh, random generator to pick what i reply to so i don't stay stuck at the top of my drafts.

[lindscys]

@huntedvideo ♡’d for a starter (still accepting) !

erin stared in disbelief, as if she thought that by blinking, the older image of a the ghost from her past might just disappear. "i thought you were dead." it was what she'd told herself at least, that the reason why their paths hadn't crossed was because something awful had happened, and not, as she feared, that he just didn't want to find her again. she'd be lying if she said she hadn't looked him up herself from time to time, with little success. "but you're not. you're –– you're here."

[movedtoazrahel]

endless ship edits : azrael & mick davies ( @bleakfated )

[tm1o-a]

queue on this blog restarts today! just a heads up, i dropped quite a few threads. even if i didn't have too many to begin with, so much time has passed, and some of them i just didn't know how to continue them. if you wish for a thread of ours to continue, do feel free to send me a message with it! in case i have no ideas to continue it, we can discuss about it together. alternatively, do feel free to send me new prompts, or plot with me!

[philomelia]

the world stretches out in front of them,    threaded through with stars and silence   (when neil speaks,   he shatters the illusion that they’ve both lost their voices).   that is not a fear of hers--   it is a pleasant thought,   to know that she can no longer trip herself up on her own tongue,   to know that she may rest without words and have no one think worse of her for it.    but tonight is not about her.   if neil wants to fill the air with a thousand words,   she will capture them in her hands and treat them like stardust...     she gives him the night.   space,  too,   and whatever comfort her voice can lend.    today,  he had been a pale outline of himself,   shifty eyes replacing a spirit that yesterday had been strong enough to cut the world in half.

“    you’ve figured out that i’m trying to kill the president,  then?    i thought it’d take you a few...     oooooh,   that’s not the plan you’re talking about.   you think i’m trying to play hero with you,   don’t you?     you know,  if i actually wanted to cheer you up,   i would have brought more beer and a hoard of cheerleaders.   male cheerleaders?    one day,  you’re gonna have to tell me your type.   ”     she barely breathes:   she bursts with words.   he has that look in his eye,  the one she wears sometimes   (kids who run away once find it easier to fall into repeats of the behaviour).     her arms reach out before she can stop herself,   threading around his shoulders.    fine,   maybe she’s trying to cheer him up.   fine,  maybe she doesn’t want @parabathai​ to disappear one day.   her grin presses against his shoulder-    she’s thankful that hasn’t been washed away.    “   no.   things get easier with practice.   do you want me to teach you how to breathe?    ”      she touches at his hand,   light enough for him to pull away if he needs to.   she guides it to her chest.   she presses her own hand over his chest in turn.     “   follow my lead.   ”

[dragonsbanc]

→ 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐤 — reasons to carry someone  ❝ [ URGENCY ]: sender carries the receiver away from danger after the receiver is revealed to be unable to move, either due to panic or injury. + reverse ❞ from @swevene ( hildr )

an arrow whizzed by his right ear, and the king couldn't help but flinch. the tree they'd elected to take cover behind wasn't large enough to shield them from all angles, but for the moment, it protected them from the one that mattered.

he turned his attention to the princess beside him and grimaced at the unfortunate situation they found themselves in. the ambush had been swift and so unexpected the hildr injured herself as they scrambled to find safety. "their numbers are few," phillip reassured her confidently, he'd begun counting their shots ever since taking shelter. "the camp is just beyond the treeline," he pointed.

"pardon me, your highness," phillip said gruffly as he lifted the princess off her feet and began to charge through the thick forest. the path he chose to run was chaotic as if there was no rhyme or reason to the zig-zag pattern. it was enough to confuse the archers, the arrows only ever coming as close as a tree beside them as they passed.

she was like a feather in his arms and the adrenaline coursing through his veins ensured his strength would not fail him. the pair broke through the trees and into the clearing where they'd made camp, the small battalion they traveled with was suddenly alert, and ready to face an unknown threat.

[muutosarchive]

I have a flight tomorrow ughhhhhh 💀