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[withinkandquill-aa]

( help ) for Anya

Anya isn’t used to being cared for.

For the first three years of her life, she had her mother. Her mother who did the best she could to keep Anya safe, or at least soothe her aching bones and ever-present fear. Then, she died.

When she was five, she had loving parents for two whole months. They taught her what home was supposed to be and what love was supposed to look like in the absence of her mother, already a quickly fading memory. Then, she was taken away, back to that place and in her absence, they had little girls of their own that she would not put them in danger by living there again. They deserved far more than that from her.

So for nine years, Anya has been alone. The only touches she knows bring pain. And injuries like these…they’ve always been collected and ignored. If she wasn’t dying, no one cared. Including her.

“I’m fine,” she insists, but her hands stay wrapped around her ankles as she sits cross-legged and lets him work.

Her eyes stay fixed on her hands, brows furrowing as she focuses on keeping her fire at bay, especially as she has to convince it and herself that these touches as well as the stings and smarting aches that accompany them bring no real harm. He is not an enemy she must fight. He is not some scientist using her body as their plaything.

“It’s not even deep. I’ve had actual stab wounds that required less fussing, you know.”

[daedaluscried]

( magic )

( magic ) : injured as result of a spell. either enemy’s or their own malfunctioning 

" A-are you okay?! " The little one rushed forward, nearly tripping over her untied shoes in the process, " You... You... H-how did that happen?! Where did that fire come from?! " Too many questions from a voice that wasn't always accustomed being allowed to say them. At her sides, Luna's hands clenched and stretched - open, shut, open, shut, open. Unsure what to do to help - unsure how to fix everything.

[livedtough]

@firejugglinghobo said: ' how do you know my name? '

↣ VARIOUS QUESTIONS

"It's my job."

He doesn't mean to be flippant, but that's the truth. It is his job. Knowing things, understanding them, that's what he does. Knowing someone's name is the least of them. He could get more specific, if the man wanted him to, but that's a long line of questioning and searching that was far less interesting in practice than it was in idea.

"Does that bother you?"

[helreginn]

@firejugglinghobo asked:

"I heard you singing. It sounded nice."

"I don't think you heard me then." Hel smiled at the stranger, unabashed and amused. "I have been told I sound like a mewling cat." She turned her head to the side, grinning playfully as she regarded this newcomer, "Are you perhaps tone deaf?"

[huntresscaraquinn]

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@firejugglinghobo

Dustfinger dropped his gaze, and despite how dark it was, Cara could hear him crying. A mixture of sounds. Relief. Gratefulness. Sadness. And she very slowly and very gently reached for his hand, murmuring, “It’s okay. It’s all right. You’re not alone anymore. I don’t know how long you’ve carried this burden, how long you’ve been afraid of - of someone finding out the truth, of being outed as a liar or a lunatic, but you are none of the above. You are a man who has been through a horrible trauma. And I’m sorry for it.” He was then apologizing, and she shook her head, “You have nothing to be sorry for. If anything, I’m honored that you were willing to take a chance and share the truth with me. And I’m willing to tell you whatever you want to know, but first I’d like to understand why you think there’s no hope. Why you believe you can’t return to your home and your family.”

[monsterxmade]

New Tag Dump 1

[tacticalempathy]

She barely makes a noise entering the interrogation room. ❝ Sorry for the wait. Can I get you anything? Water, a blanket? ❞

Starter for @firejugglinghobo

[lenzimanot]

@firejugglinghobo gets a wrapped starter!

"If I became the monster and threw that guilt away, would that make us stronger? Would it keep our foes at bay?"

[conduitandconjurer]

they promised me they wouldn't hurt you. -or- it was an honest mistake.

Harm starters (accepting!)

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"Well whadya want, man, a trophy?"

The rarest of Klaus's many personae bristles awake: confrontational.

"Pretty sure I was Swiss cheesed with arrows. What kind of 'associates' do you have? Y'mind helping me pull a few of these...? Cause imagine your worst adrenaline crash to the ...tenth fuckin' power and that's resuscitation...."

A breathless yelp. One of the shafts in Klaus's legs leaks red.

"Annnnd pretty soon I'm gonna go into shock and sing this crappy song again, so....!"

[melandreia-aa]

The Princess and the Firedancer II Closed Starter

Mel had escaped. She had barely been outside the castle walls in the year since her uncle had taken the throne. His ways had been far harsher than those of her father, who had always been known as a fair and kind king... She had been trying to leave for quite some time but she was always being watched. Finally, she had found her opening. She snuck out dressed in a simple lavender dress, her wings hidden, and a simple cloak.

It felt so good to be out, breathing the free air and not being the centre of attention. She wanted to experience everything she could while she had the chance. As she was heading out of the city she found herself at Midnight Square. All the stalls of beautiful things quickly distracted her, but she caught a glimpse of light in the corner of her eye and she was immediately drawn to the man in the middle of the square. A firedancer. She had really only heard of them, but seeing the way he moved with the flames... she really couldn't take her eyes of it, completely entranced.

@firejugglinghobo

[poxsonmenace]

"gun tilt" reverse

MEME | ACCEPTING

Though an avid reader, Moriarty never read aloud save for the little fairytale he made to taunt Sherlock; a tale that came true due to meticulous and MALICIOUS planning. But for some reason as he sat nestled in an armchair with an old childhood story draped in his lap, he spoke the opening passage about Dustfinger into the air, words rolling off the tongue eloquently, no doubt inspired by the crackling FIRE at his side.

Then as if by MAGIC, a man fitting that description appeared in his living room, and black hues flicked up to linger on the tall blonde, mouth momentarily agape with shock, with confusion.

Course he hadn't realised the intrusion was his own doing, and he teetered on the edge of HOSTILITY as he stood up from his seat to close the distance between them one taunting step at a time. ❝ And just who, ❞ he brandished his gun to press the cold barrel beneath his chin, forcing his head to tilt back. ❝ ..are you? ❞

[ @firejugglinghobo ]

[withinkandquill-aa]

Continued from x // @firejugglinghobo

They wouldn’t get along, would they?

It’s a thought almost as scary as being whisked away in the middle of the night. Rosanna couldn’t remember seeing Mo not get along with someone. He was always friendly and polite, content to ignore anyone who might act otherwise. But she had seen a different side of him tonight. He had lied. He must really not like her father if he was willing to lie about who he was. The question was why?

She sighs, clutching her doll a little tighter to her chest as if it could protect her from the heartbreak of it all. One thing brings her some comfort though.

We don’t have to leave right now.

He said in the morning but maybe she can make it little longer than morning? Maybe, with enough time on her hands, she can convince Mo. Would he be willing to live with someone he didn’t like if it meant Rosanna could stay? She would talk to him in the morning, when things calmed down. Meggie would help her, just like she helped her on the stairs. Maybe there was a version of this story where everyone won. Those were the stories she liked best, after all.

“You can come back in the morning,” Rosanna says with a single, resolute nod. A new hope seemed to sparkle in her eyes. “I’ll talk to Mo. We can all live together. I can make him say yes. We don’t have an extra room but you can share mine if I can stay. Or I can share Meggie’s. I sleep in her bed a lot anyways. We can make it work. I promise.”

[daedaluscried]

🌊 / 🚇 / ☕ if any catch your imagination!

🌊The seashore late at night, with lightning over the water in the distance

The lightning flashed across her face, lighting up pale skin and blue-black hair. As she stared off into the ocean, Eirena could feel the approach of someone else. Usually people didn't come to the beach in the middle of the night - so how did she find herself accompanied on tonight of all nights. " Bad night for swimming. " Hence why she wasn't in the water currently.

[justxcountrydoctor]

@firejugglinghobo asked ∗ 18﹕ sender  comes  to  receiver  after  being  injured .

He looks at the other man and hurries him over to one of the biobeds "What the hell happened to you? You look like someone, or something put you through the ringer." Leonard gets out the medical scanner and starts to run it over the others body, pinpointing the injuries. "Okay, where do you hurt? Anywhere except where the obvious wounds are because i need your input here cause you're the one that got hurt."

[helreginn]

@firejugglinghobo asked:

" just in the nick of time. "

The fight was long; Blood sweat and desperation. The mid-afternoon air, warm and humid. But in the crook between two adjoining buildings, it felt like night was dawning as dustfinger was crowded in a corner. Outnumbered. Outgunned. Out of time.

If it were any other day or any other man, Hel wouldn't have stepped in. She would have watched in the wings and stolen him away when the last hit was swung and the last breath was carried on the winds.

But two key factors came into play on this particular afternoon: One, Hel was already nearby and physically heard his groans of pain and smelt the blood. Not just passive awareness of a god half a realm away and not even half a thought of care. And two, what she had seen of him in their brief time together informed her well enough that this was far, far from his due.

It happened in a moment. The moment between heartbeats and breaths. She was nowhere in sight and then she was just standing over him, a shroud of red tendrils like sunlight through a smoke haze. In a delay of time and response, the men fell down around her. As if paralyzed and toppled like checked chess pieces.

She lowered herself to be level with him, and gods she was tiny. But everything about her presence felt.. life altering and huge. Her lips curled up in a small smile and she offered her marble white hand to him, "I apologise if I made a wrong assumption, but it seemed you needed assistance." Her voice rang like the song of bell birds. Sweet and echoey. "Will you leave with me before they wake?"

[meaningful-negativity]

Basta was barely standing. He hadn't expected this guy to be so tough. He didn't look like particularly much. Fortunately, Basta wasn't afraid of getting dirty.

His grip slightly shifted on his knife, gaining better purchase and leverage as he and his opponent both caught their breath. He was the shorter of the two, so he knew gravity was against him as he held the blade to Bucky's throat.

"You've been causing trouble. And the Devil in the hills doesn't like it.

Bucky just stays against the wall with his hands at his sides, griping them so tightly as to cause bloody half moons in the palms. He hates this but he doesn't really know how to get out of it without killing the guy and he surely doesn't want to go back to his old ways before escaping HYDRA "And who does your boss work for that i've caused so much trouble for or is your boss just picking on me. i haven't been causing problems for anybody or i haven't yet but now that you mention it i do have the time to piss off your boss even more than i already have."

"The Devil in the hills? Now that's an interesting name for someone's boss. Did you name him that because he scares you shitless or did he name himself that hoping to scare other people because i think the name is funny as hell and i might just laugh at it." He looks at the other man and then shakes his head "I'm not gonna quit doing the things i'm doing just because i'm pissing off one man. i don't work that way and never have, that knife isn't going to convince me either. i've had worse things than that pointed in my direction when it comes to threats."

@firejugglinghobo