#angeldored

[pose1dson]

🗣️ incorrect quotes ft. grover underwood ( @angeldored )

[mckngsong]

@angeldored, minerva said “   you  drool  when  you  sleep .   ”

 ‍  ‍ the daughter of war is haloed by the late afternoon sunrays, and katniss has to squint at her from underneath her shielding forearm. there is a frown on her lips, sleep - addled from the rousing of her nap.

 ‍  ‍ “ . . . no, i don't, ” only after a not - at - all subtle wipe of the back of her hand across her chin; no drool, though maybe a smudge of dirt. unamused, she lays her head back down onto the cushion of long grass and drapes her arm over her eyes -- no need to let her gaze linger on minerva. ugh. “ was there something you wanted, romero? ”

[hlfling]

↪    𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  : like the post following this link.    currently accepting, expect slow to post.

ft, rhys dumont ! as written for @angeldored's : alejandra flores

EVEN UNDER THE VEIL OF DARKEST SKIES, rhys can find the path ahead ! the way forward was never hidden from him —  𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚜 like one reads a map and find his way back home ... only now under stalagmites dripping with condensation, he can see no sky, and he can see no north star to guide them true.

" ale ... " the teen bares 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 in his tone, holding out a palm to collect the water dripping from the ceiling of the cave, it's moisture slipping between the cracks of his fingers and to the ground below. for once, rhys dumont is lost, and is so beneath the earths crust.

[starguides]

SKY & STARS, alerhys (ft. @angeldored) edits 001 / ???

[7reech]

@angeldored ximena reyes said ❝ i mean you no harm, you know. ❞

his smile is a crooked, wolfish thing. she means him no harm? oh, but did she ever consider that the matter of malevolence is in his hands? his hold on his axe tightens as it settles over the length of his shoulders, a tilt of his head causes his gaze to cut across her. a hum from him matches the droning pitch as the wind brushes through evergreens.

〝 I know, ” and he also knows she won't switch up in a moment's notice. her eyes are too soft, her face pretty as those paintings the capitol hangs in big buildings. a  museum,  that's  what  they're  called.  she  has  a  face  that  belongs  in  one. a step forward, slow like a predator who had fallen into a stalk. he halts,〝 now tell me this, dove. why would I suspect you'd harm me? ” perhaps because he had jumped a little when her approach became obvious to him. he lowers his axe to the floor, leaning lightly against it now. if  he  was  a  wolf  and  she  was  a  lamb,  she'd  be  dead  by  now  .    .    .  but  she  is  no  lamb.  she  is  some  cabin  in  the  woods  where  beasts  go  to  die,  a  siren's  song  ––  luring,  luring,  luring. 〝 why did you come to the woods today, of all days? our woods. though, if you do plan on harming me, I did always dream of dying here. ”

[wcven]

omg … plots please <3

johanna and sequoia. district 7's newest and youngest victors. both filled with grief and anger that is unpalatable to the capitol. i just think they would vibe.

lizzie and alejandra. lizzie is never going to rise up through the rankings or be considered for the seven but she needs connections who are if she ever wants to get the power behind her to solver her dad's murder.

nereia and finnick. by the time of katniss' games nereia has slotted into the big sister role to mag' maternal figure for the victors and tributes of district 4. but for the 65th she is still finding her footing and i think it is seeing finnick at 14 in the arena that brings it out of her. makes her remember the suffering did not begin or has not ended with her, that there is still things for her to do.

[waystelandmoved]

“don’t pretend like you don’t know the score.” the words are poised with a bite; like a rabid dog, your teeth are always bared, always waiting. it is all you have ever know, the chase that ends with the kill— a pyrrhic victory does not exist on the platter sat before you.

@angeldored , starter call.

[hijckcd]

you can't ask me about your cora portrayal bc i will simply go on for hours however ... cora :,) in the short time i've known the both of you she's gotten her own special place in my heart (and personal canon), i love her so dearly and i love seeing how much you love her. everything about her is so complex and fleshed out and ! i love it.

i … bambi you cant make me cry first thing in the morning. the way minnie and cora mean the absolute world to me , almost as much as you do , just blows me away! i cant picture her without minnie anymore! i love everything about your muses and you eternally.

ASK MEME :   HOW’S MY PORTRAYAL?

[pose1dson]

🗣️ : incorrect quotes ft. sally jackson ( @angeldored )

[mckngsong]

✿ evermero as if we haven’t plotted their entire lives in ten universes

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies (reluctantly)  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence (in some ways !)  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence (in all other ways)  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence (partially)  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ] (or so they think !)  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward (katniss' fault) /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other

[sordidery]

so what now? should we talk? - from jackie : D of the burkhart variety

lips still kiss swollen, eyebrows stern, hyde lets out a judgmental scoff from deep in the back of his throat. christmas music drifts in from the main room of the basement, soft in the his small room. the water heater adds to the ambiance, a low drone in the background of his mind. that might be making noise too, his brain fighting to process the string of events that led to jackie burkheart on his bed, asking if he wants to talk about him kissing her.  ❛❛  no.   ❜❜ on what planet, in what universe, would hyde want to talk something out? would he want to talk this out? he'd rather ask foreman to explain to him the intricacies of star trek. he'd rather look red in the eyes and confess to all of the beers he'd stolen over the years. hyde sits up from a slight recline, pulling himself further and further from jackie, up near his one, thin pillow. he's already working on it, formulating the massive amount of denial he will have to conjure up to live with himself. what type of asshole kisses jackie burkhart? the kelso type, not the hyde type. eye contact is a dangerous move, because her eyes are huge, and he is finding that he is much weaker to such a thing than he thought possible. he takes his chances and and risks meeting her gaze. fucking christ, she's a goddamn witch woman, using some sort of evil rich girl magic on him.   ❛❛ look, jackie. (...) i am not going to talk about this. you are not going to talk about this. because there is no this. forget about it.   ❜❜

[wasntfaira]

@angeldored ▐ WHAT DOESN'T SHE WANT ? there's too much to pin it all down. every time she tries to get something she wants , it all crashes back down to earth. ( sometimes , there was even an I TOLD YOU SO said in the back of her mind , pointedly in her mothers voice. ) was it better to want for nothing at all ? to swallow every desire down &* just wait for life to lay out her safe options ? keep her grades up , but not too high as to make the boys feel inferior. keep her hair polished &* prim , to show she keeps on top of good , proper hygiene. iron her dresses. buff her heels. learn to cook &* clean &* whistle while you work so her future husband wouldn't raise a hand to her to have to do any work at home -- if she thinks too long &* hard , she gets mighty dizzy.

school council is one thing. boys were another. the only thing that makes a lick of sense anymore is her friends. even they were new &* scary in their own right. but more than that -- deep under the ease of finding people who liked you for you ? a new want. one she's never fathomed before. it doesn't really make sense in her head. it started when she found herself staring at olivia's lips when she talked -- in near the same way she used to watcg buddy &* richie talk. if that was from wanting to kiss them , then did this mean the same thing ? the idea stirs something in the pit of her stomach , &* a wave of images in her mind that her mother would absolutely douse in holy water.

so now , wide doe eyes stare at her friend , unsure where to take her statement. ❛ I WANT SOMETHING TO MAKE SENSE. anything , really. at this point , statistically , i think i'm owed like --- one good thing. ❜ hands rub together , fingers interlock as knuckles crack anxiously. she can't stop looking at olivia.

❛ I WANT --- ? ❜ she takes in a sharp breath &* tries to refocus , brows pinching together as she forces her gaze to match olivia's. she might notice jane's eyes are a little blurry &* red ; not completely wasted , but certainly drunk. ❛ i want [...] what i can't have. ❜ her hands come up to cup the girls face , thumbs brushing her cheeks as she smiles sadly over at her , hands squishing olivia's cheeks together. it could be construed as a drunk girl being overly affectionate with her friend ! certainly not just any excuse for jane to touch her -- ❛ isn't that the saddest thing ever ? to want someone so bad ------- er ... something ! ------- &* know you'll never get it ? it might just drive me crazy. ❜ her smile falters as she drops her hands &* instead turns her gaze back to the bottle of tequila between them. ❛ sometimes i'm jealous of cynth. i mean , her biggest want was a jacket. &* her dad didn't even bat a lash ! oh , what would my ma say if she could read my mind ---- ?! ❜

@worthkeepin ( jane ): i want more, and i know i shouldn’t.

BREATH  HITCHES, imperceptible  to  anyone  but  herself.  hazel  eyes  widen  for  a  fraction  of  a  second  before  delicate  features  school  back  into  simple  concern.  concern  for  her best  friend  – she  doesn't  even  know  what  jane  is  talking  about.  it  could  be  about anything,  no  reason  to  be  so  nervous.

  ❛  what  – um  – ❜  olivia  valdovinos  speechless.  she's  sure  richie  would  make  fun  of  her  if  he  saw  her  now,  but  then  again  he'd  probably  be  more  mad  she  was  feeling  this  way  towards  jane  anyway,  ❛  what  do  you  mean?  why  shouldn't  you?  ❜

[lyctoralsaints]

"what if they kissed" –– @angeldored from marvel for. shrug emoji (look at me getting the washing machine generator going)

the mentat spoke, and though paul was a capable mentat himself, he listened. marvel was, well –– a marvel. night had already settled beyond the dense, metal walls here in the palace of the atreides in arrakeen, on the desert planet known as dune; all his advisors besides marvel were resting, doubtlessly. his most trusted tactician and perhaps one of his closest friends, the other boy was who paul turned to when he needed a confidant. his dreams had been no different lately, but he had sought marvel's comfort, anyways; the lull of his voice, the imperceptible beat of his heart –– though paul knew its rhythm. he reaches out only when marvel's voice begins to waver, begins to quiet. hands come to settle on either side of a kind visage and he, without hesitation, draws him in. the first kiss cleaves the universe open to starbursts behind his eyelids when they fall closed over his eyes. the second kiss? well, it is a losing battle from there, admittedly. his mind could calculate a thousand digits but it cannot conclude when it was that he had fallen into this yearning, this need. mouths  pressed  together  feels  right,  even  if  he  kisses  like  a  man  who  is  destined  to  die;  that  may  very  well  be  the  truth,  if  he  were  to  pull  away  now  and  marvel  were  to  walk  away  from  him. when he finally wills himself to withdraw, his lungs ache as much as his heart; a steady strumming behind his sternum that could send the duke to his knees if he wasn't still cradling marvel's face betwixt scarred appendages. leaning closer, he rests their foreheads together, grins like there are stars in his teeth. who would he, the duke paul atreides, be if he didn't have his mother's capacity to love against all better judgment? who would he be if he didn't find stability in the way his hands rove through dark strands, the collision of sea - and - earth optics, and the suffocating bliss of being kissed in the dead of night when everyone else sleeps?

[00078292]

𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚡.   you had lost count of how many times the cannon sounded,  how many bodies had to be lifted; returned to mourning districts whilst spilled blood turns soil to rot.   you think about how easy it could be to get lost in these woods,   how the trees span acres with no reprieve,   no room for your nagging thoughts to grow into something more monstrous.   [as a child,  you listened to and recounted ghost stories,  about a great weight baring down on existence,   a man turned wolf sulking through the abyss.  they have never felt more real,  except you are beginning to worry he had worn your face all along]    she was never meant to be here,   a life set out for someone else instead bestowed to her for the sins of blood.    it was cruel,  to send her here,  knowing her inescapable fate;   even crueller that she was to be paired with you—    there is no easy way out,   it’s a selfish thought that flashes over your eyes that you hope she dies before you have to lift the blade,    or how much easier it would be if you could let your grip loosen,   let her take the victory and absolve you of a future.

▍ ▫     ✉️      ─   @angeldored :   i don't want to be here anymore. 

hushed voices,   as if every move wasn’t being tracked,   broadcast for prying eyes who ever never quite satiated with the brutalism displayed on screen.    it had been easy to follow mentor’s asks,   play it up,   let them think you care beyond trivial loyalties.   she knew you before you even knew yourself,   it was natural to let your body wrap around the back of her frame; closeness providing heat that the fire lacks.      “you can’t– you can’t think like that.”    still,  it’s quiet in the night,  you never realised how much speech carries when there is nothing to be heard.   ignorant to the sharp pain from twigs digging into flesh,   there is little else on your mind but to pry into hers.     “we’re..  you’re going home.  soon.”     speech is pressured,   you don’t realise that you’re lying.    “we just need to finish this.”

[maimedaffair]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

What made you pick up the muse you have?  so whenever i watch or read anything , i'm thinking about which of the muses i'd write. if i like it enough, i add them. which is why i have 150+ muses.

Is there anything you don’t like to write?  hm. fluff ? like it's alright. but i feel like i personally fall into smut really easily &* a lot of y'all don't write smut so i feel like it's a really fast way to get no where quick asnjdfkn. but i like fluff ! i write anything tbh.

Is there anything you really enjoy writing?  angst. if something makes me feel something in real life, you've got me. i write angst and cry irl.

How do you come up with your headcanons?  usually they come to me when i'm watching something else or see something specific & i'm like huh which of my muses responds to that.

Do you write in silence or do you play music?  both! usually i put on youtube or music tho.

Do you plan your replies or wing them?  wing it. i can't think for more than like 3 seconds.

Do you enjoy shipping?  yes.

Do you not like shipping?  i strongly dislike not shipping.

Is there another character you would like to write?  oh my god so many. but they're usually from things no one writes. so if i find someone who writes someone from something like that, i add 30 characters just for them.

What’s your Alias/Name?  char ! charlie. hope.

Age?  just turned 28 !

Birthday?  january 19th !

Favorite Color?  mmmm black or red.

Favorite Song?  it always changed. rn tho its ... anything out of reneé's mouth.

Last movie you watched?  UHM hm. mean g/rls i think.

Last show you watched?  love on the spectrum !

Last song you listened to?  something swift.

Favorite food?  grilled cheese !

Favorite season?  cold fall or winter.

Do you have a squad on tumblr?  i mean i have affiliates ? but they don't talk with each other i dont think ansfdjk

Do you have a tumblr best friend?  i bug @feylived more than anyone else

TAGGED BY. @aerachnid TAGGING. @feylived , @angeldored , @everdawn , @notbit

[rainturned]

spell out your url using song titles. then tag as many people as letter are in your url!

r & running with the wolves, aurora a & anything but, hozier i & in the middle, dodie n & nominao, c tangana t & the loneliest, maneskin u & unknown / nth, hozier r & ribs, lorde n & nadie me ha preguntado, belén aguilera e & eat your young, hozier d & dog days are over, florence + the machine

tagged by: @reputahtion tagging: @ruinswandered, @ximerose, @angeldored, @starguides, @devilsnare, @everdawn, @mythcaels, @mckngsong, @stygicniron, @ofsongbirds