#003. musing

[prxjectshadxw]

prxjectshadxw: indep. priv. & selec. shadow from the sonic franchise, with a heavy influence from the games as well as personal headcanons. 18+ to follow. penned by anatoly (25, they, est).

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carrd. | playlist.

[chaoticgingcr]

tag dump.

[geisterruf]

 ⸻  is  an  independent  &  selective  character of Cassedea Genéva Deleviere.

After being born in the Colombian slums, Cassedea moved at the age of 5 with her parents to Rhodes Island. It was both, an escape and a way of moving on. Her parents were extraordinary, having the ability to communicate with supernatural beings and being familiar with voodoo, cursed objects and exorcism. After a failed exorcism, the family felt the need to flee from the danger of the demon. Sadly, he followed them, killing both of her parents mysteriously. After being adopted and growing up, Cassedea found out that she had the same abilities like her parents. Therefore she tried to learn everything about them, getting help from her parents with whom she could communicate. At the age of 16 she brought the demon, who killed her parents, back to hell. Today she made a living out of exorcism and necromancy. When she’s not traveling through the country, she lives with her cousin and a basement full of dark secrets in New Orleans.

#geisterruf original and independent character based on the movies Conjuring, always open for plotting, multishipping and crossover friendly, german & english but german prefered, only interact if your 25+, she/her, bisexuell, low to semi active, m&pdni

Credits: @geisterwelt @strangergraphics

[unwritten-identity-discs]

@corruptedcodelines

The Rectifier was Clarke's worst nightmare. A process worse than repurposing that was nearly irreversible, and and with the equipment to process entire settlements in nanocycles into mindless drones pressed into Clu's army.

So, Clarke and the Rejects did what they did best. They slipped away from the rest of their regiment, and did as much damage as they could to the machinery and free as many programs as they could. According to Ada, there was another cluster of Rejects working to free the trapped programs, but it was slow going while they tried not to get caught. Clarke was the one who had a jet baton--not Occupation standard issue, but a relic from her past, meant to carry cargo long distances at high speeds--so she was the one who had to sneak the small group of captives off the Rectifier and get them to safety.

They were over the Sea of Simulation when the explosion occurred, and the shockwave knocked her offline and batted her jet and it's occupants into the Sea. She awoke millicycles later on a rocky shore, on what seemed to be a small island in the middle of the sea. At first, she didn't spot any other programs around; what happened to the Programs she'd been transporting, she had no idea.

Upon further inspection, she spotted the silhouette of a program unconscious a short distance away, half hidden by a cluster of rocks. One of hers or not, she had medical training, and should assist.

She halted several paces from the program, recognizing his helmet. However, she didn't have time to decide whether or not to help, as Rinzler's circuits glowed back to life, dim enough that it was impossible to tell their color.

[hcrexcellency]

@francehqstarters ( open to anyone ) Location: The Race Track Time: Afternoon

"Me? Actually racing today? I think not," the red haired princess laughed. Joanna had a carefully crafted image of herself as the graceful, poised, yet tactful Scottish Princess. If anyone knew she was a skilled rider and prized fighter, it was because they'd seen it. She'd fervently deny it, otherwise. "But my prized horse from Scotland is in the running. Best of luck to anyone who bets against him."

[sialiia]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ• . ° .┊┊ @astormymind ⋅ liked!

ㅤㅤ❝𝓛ook... I don't want any trouble--❞ A quick pause to correct herself. ❝--Who am I kidding? Trouble tends to find me all the time... unfortunately. Not that I go looking for it.❞ She shrugged her shoulders casually, trying to find out how to keep the conversation lighter despite her heart racing from coming into contact with something she could sense was not human, at least not completely. Visually, it seemed like it. But being sensitive to energies and other worldly things, she picked up on things easily. ❝--Anyways! I um... is it rude to ask what you want?❞

[mingos]

[gctawaygirl]

closed starter : for anna ( @wantcn ) - sent me a meme muse : harold thorne (48, heterosexual, casino owner / crime boss) plot : prompt is the wine cellar of a large mansion. you know it's gonna be spicyyyy <3

harold wine cellar was one of his crowning achievements. he had many displays of his wealth but his collection of expensive and rare wines - as well as gins, whiskeys and other spirits - was something he built from the ground up for pleasure rather than money and power. despite all this, he was somewhat private about it. he brought a rare vintage up at gatherings, too possessive to let anyone else fetch it. only he had the key and not even his wife was allowed down here. however, on this particular night, when catherine was out of town and he invited anna into his home rather than spending the night in their penthouse, he brought her down. it was likely one of the only places, bar the guest bedroom, that wasn't tainted by his wife. he smiled, holding out his hand to her at the top of the stairs, "shall we?" he asked, "you get your pick of the collection for our refreshments tonight."

[viikingwitch]

CONTINUED FROM HERE, WITH IZZY ( @fablemyth )

               “Perhaps. Perhaps not. In such case, however, what kind of magics do you wield? I must admit you have me quite bewitched yourself.” Wicked indeed, Freya tugs a loose strand of dark hair behind Isabelle’s ear. Chuckles. Lingers closer and closer until they are breathing the same air ( yet it still feels nowhere close enough ). “Well, if we are under a spell already … one kiss more cannot hurt, can it?”

[stillsolo]

       new tag dump — !

 ˒ *｡:･ 001 :  (  v : main  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙶𝙾 𝙰𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳‚ 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙼𝙴.

˒ *｡:･ 002 :  (  v : ANH  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙸’𝙼 𝙸𝙽 𝙸𝚃 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚈.

˒ *｡:･ 003 :  (  v : ESB  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙳𝙳𝚂.

˒ *｡:･ 004 :  (  v : ROTJ  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙾 𝙶𝙻𝙾𝚁𝚈.

˒ *｡:･ 005 :  (  au : dr. solo  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚄𝙽𝙴 & 𝙶𝙻𝙾𝚁𝚈‚ 𝙺𝙸𝙳‚ 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚄𝙽𝙴 & 𝙶𝙻𝙾𝚁𝚈.

˒ *｡:･ 006 :  (  au : warframe  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚁-𝙶𝙾𝙳𝚂‚ 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙻 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙵𝚄𝚁𝚈.

˒ *｡:･ 007 :  (  au : blade runner  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙻?

˒ *｡:･ 008 :  (  au : mass effect  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝙷𝙸𝙶𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂.

˒ *｡:･ 009 :  (  au : underbelly  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝙶𝙶𝙻𝙴𝚁’𝚂 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙱𝙸𝚃.

˒ *｡:･ 010 :  (  au : exodus  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙾: 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁.

˒ *｡:･ 011 :  (  au : imperial  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙱𝙾𝙳𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙶𝙰𝙻𝙰𝚇𝚈.

˒ *｡:･ 012 :  (  au : prequels  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙸𝙵 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴‚ 𝙸𝚃’𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙰𝙱𝙻𝚈 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙴.

˒ *｡:･ 013 :  (  v : modern  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙸𝚃’𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂‚ 𝙸𝚃’𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙶𝙴.

˒ *｡:･ 014 :  (  v : semi-modern  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙾𝙲𝙾𝚂𝙼𝚂.

˒ *｡:･ 015 :  (  v : coda  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴.

˒ *｡:･ 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁’𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝚃 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙽 𝚃𝙾  —   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ (  queue  )

˒ *｡:･ 𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃‚ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙰 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳  —   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ (  starter  ) 

˒ *｡:･ 𝚈’𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆‚ 𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙱𝙻𝙴𝚁 𝙸 𝙺𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙰 𝚂𝙰𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶  —   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ (  psa  )

˒ *｡:･ visage.  (  solo  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙰.

˒ *｡:･ (  hc  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙾𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂‚ 𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚁𝙾𝙳.

˒ *｡:･ (  anon  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃’𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙶𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙰 𝙳𝙾‚ 𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙺 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷?

˒ *｡:･ (  answered  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽’ 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴‚ 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃.

˒ *｡:･ (  dash game  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚄𝙽𝙴 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝙻𝙳‚ 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸’𝙼 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽’ 𝙻𝚄𝙲𝙺𝚈.

˒ *｡:･ (  meme  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝚆𝙰𝚈.

˒ *｡:･ (  save  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙸 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺.

˒ *｡:･ (  crack  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙸 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵—𝙸𝚃’𝚂 𝙰 𝙱𝙰𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝙱𝙸𝚃.

˒ *｡:･ (  hanluke  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙽‚ 𝙸 𝙰𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽.

˒ *｡:･ (  hando  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙻𝙾𝚈𝙰𝙻𝚃𝚈 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝙶𝙶𝙻𝙴𝚁’𝚂 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝙴.

˒ *｡:･ (  hanjyn  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙰 𝙳𝚄𝙼𝙿𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴.

˒ *｡:･ (  hanleia  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴 ’𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙸’𝙼 𝙰 𝚂𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙻.

[acefms]

closed : @chancemonroe | block party.

luna wasn’t typically someone who got nervous, but tonight that seemed to be a different story. there was something about chance that seemed to evoke it within her. so much so she’d felt the need to down two shots of tequila before she’d even left the house, which looking back probably wasn’t the smartest decision. luna didn’t tend to act too sensibly under the influence of alcohol. spotting him in the distance, a grin tugged at the corners of her mouth and she hurried her steps through the crowd to reach him. with his back to her, she reached her hands up to cover his eyes, leaning in with a laugh. “ guess who ? ”

[lcstbios]

A person will do terrible things in order to survive. Michael Morrow wasn't born to be a killer... But he was molded into one, wasn't he? Reb brought him home like a stray, and from that day on, his life had never been the same. The Morrows trained him to be a hunter, and then a butcher.

And then he became the one to clean up after them.

But what happens when you push a person with nothing to lose, too far? When the brother who'd manipulated and abused him, for years, goes just a step too far? Michael gave them everything they deserved. First Wade, then Momma, and then... Reb. Finally. He barely escapes with his life, really, but then he has a whole new problem on his hands. Living out in the world - it ain't something he knows how to do.

So he does what he can. And if a few more people die along the way... he's sorry for it. He swears he is.

a study in : appalachian & folk horror, a brother's love, isolationism, carefully honed rage

CHARACTER STUDY. VISAGE. OPEN STARTERS. ANSWERED. HEADCANONS. DRABBLES. VERSES INFO. AESTHETICS.

wanted dynamics : reb, misty dawn

mains : tbd. exclusives : tbd. ship exclusives : tbd.

[c1tyhaunts]

I know, in my hearts of heart, that Manny & Ayati are both sitting on the highest peak they can find in the midwest, staring at that eclipse dead on, and together agree: "we are going to make a killing in profits & numbers today."

Manny's gonna sell so many round trips to the land of the dead and Aya is going to have so much fun recording every stupid death that occurs.

[gcuienveres]

who: @casimirtully​ where: one of highgardens many public reception rooms, all grand ceilings and wall-length great windows leading overseeing the rolling fields of golden roses. this is set following the altercation between king casimir tully and prince arron lannister, though prior to the torching of the river market. 

the lion had found himself on his knees before the mighty currents of the trident. it had not been the prince of fair isle himself who had spoken to her of the way there had been a tornado of rage within the audience chamber of the river king; for he had only spoken to her of what was important. their relationship, and the way her actions were making him feel as though he had been cut open. as though by making herself so utterly vulnerable to the black and white matter of justice, she had too stripped him bare and forced him to remain beneath the scorching rays a an unnatural sun. 

with two heavy conversations remaining seared into the very forefront of her mind, her very existence, and the sight of innocent crimson blood seeping over the marble of her chambers from a voice that sounded as though it were more angel than human, the invitation had been extended. why did it feel as though a white flag had been flown? how it felt as though time after time, line after line was drew; correspondence nothing but formal greetings whilst passing one another by in hallways or in crowded rooms. 

a single letter had remained entirely unopened, let alone unread. she knew not why he had sent it: or what it had said. only that she could not bring herself to toss it into flames. and thus, it remained unopened. she moved to sit at the table, before hearing the sounds of another joining her in the room: noting his towering presence. emerald hues only looked back at him, before she turned. her head dipped in respect, hands clasped before the seven pointed star that adorned her neck. “your grace.” 

and those lines had only been blurred, or in some cases, entirely removed by the forces of those around them in the times where it felt as though there had to be something, in entirely nothing. the sight of her draped in white within a dornish courtyard, and fiery red curls beside her as they looked over passages from her book of hours; he had spoken to her of grief that day, soon after the legacy of the murder of her formidable aunt. informed her to get it out, in any way she could; and somehow, even that had been twisted. warped. the music of casimir tully and the words of guinevere lannister ringing in the sounds of children’s ears who were butchered all for their name, and the treachery of those who came before them. 

“i thank you for agreeing to meet with me; especially in the light of all that had happened.” her brother ordering a king to marry guinevere, threatening to kill his sisters, threatening to torch the riverlands with the fury of the lions.

neither of them had any way of knowing that the grief would only make so much more a prisoner of her own mind. that only a handful of weeks later, the falcon king would be butchered: too ahead of his time, too progressive in a realm that was not ready for it. and that had started with letters, letters that had meant nothing until they had meant so much more. and now, she knew they needed to speak on what had happened these recent weeks. her hand moved to hold the back of her chair, looking upon him: he looked well. he looked as though he had grown into himself, and his rule. 

there was a beat. “i know your grace sent a letter to my household some time ago. do not think i intend to act as though you did not.”

[hcrexcellency]

@bloodycrxwn ( annaliese & jakob )

It was impressively irritating how the Sicilian crown royal had the audacity to approach Annaliese at the races when she was so clearly trying not to do any work whilst enjoying the festivities. While not the best with words, she was persistent, and the queen admired that about her, having her sights set upon achieving her own engagement just as a young Anna set her sights upon Leo. They were a fun-loving bunch, which was why she was so keen to give the princess her brother-in-law for a prospect. "Ah! There is Austria's shining star!" Annaliese buttered the boy up, knowing how often she'd interfered with things like this for him, "Come and celebrate with your family, will you? There is good news on the horizon for us all!"

[thehouse-o-girth]

A strange pile of cake squares, placed upon a hallway dresser, appears before the hefty Ludenberg, with a small note upon it.

To the Ultimate Gambler. May you feel welcome in this environment, and take good care of yourself. Should you have any need for assistance, please let me know, and I shall rush to your aid posthaste.

Yours, Kirumi Tojo, The Ultimate Maid.

"Huh..." "I uh... Actually wasn't aware that things could just randomly appear into existence like that... That's a bit of a frightful thing to know about..."

"Then again, it isn't exactly a normal thing to be able to receive cookies through a Television set either... But for the sake of sanity, I'd rather not think about that too hard." This house was still a rather weird environment to say the least, its rules of how things exactly worked being akin to a full-blown mystery, but nonetheless, there was cake to be had and Celeste wouldn't spare a second to reach with her dainty piano fingers for a slice. Her tastebuds immediately rebated with even more flavor than before as the moist and spongy texture of the squares with the rich taste of chocolate would be enough to get a small mewl out of the stick-like gambler.

"Mhm~ My god Kirumi, you really haven't faltered at all when it comes to the art of sweets..."

"Honestly, if it wasn't for the seemingly cosmic oddity of this house, I'd immediately call you over for the sole fact that your baking is enough to qualify as a 4th emergency service... Haha~"