#archivaltm

[sunclose]

@archivaltm​ said:  said: ‘  do you want to be a god?  ’  (  makkari  )

song of achilles

HE   WATCHES   the   flick   of   her   fingers   signing   out   the   question   with   the   kind   of   slow-growing,   begrudging   smile   that   weathers   the   crinkling   at   the   edges   of   his   eyes   to   match   hers.      

ikaris   draws   his   hands   up   to   respond,   carefully   drawing   up   his   question   in   the   air.      “      -----      that   feels   a   wee   bit   like   cheating,      ”      he   says,   landing   the   tilt   of   his   nod   toward   the   crowds   who   would   build   them   in   effigy      &      lift   them   on   gilded   thrones   if   they   so   much   as   hinted   toward   a   desire.      ikaris   lifts   his   index   finger   up   to   push   it   away   from   his   lips.      “      are   you   sure   that   it’s   worth   it?      ”   

[reignthem]

@archivaltm​​ said: “  i was hoping you’d put up a fight. ”  (  lois  )

DARKER THRILLING PROMPTS

sam is used to the kind of acid bath, over-sweetened, superiority that oozes from the pores of every paul, john,  &  frank who marches their way across the threshold of l-corp’s executive floor.  handling that brand of patronizing machismo comes with its own triumphant satisfaction.  she’s come to RELISH the challenge, welcome the opportunity to flex financial acumen at the tips of four-inch heels without so much as a drift tagged into her smile. 

this, however ... 

sam’s spine locks, ramrod straight  ;  there’s a gear that clicks into place to tip her jaw forward.  

metropolis’ reporters don’t take the same rosy tone when it comes to l-corp as they do in national city.  lex’s legacy is too violent, too recent,  &  it’s heaped down with the atlas weight of his villainous baggage.  

(  sam  &  the daily planet’s star reporter are not on good terms  ). 

“  i  was hoping that you’d finally take a journalist’s objectivity to heart,  ”  sam’s response is meted with grit,  &  the tip of her thumb clicking against her pen is strong enough to crack the plastic.  “  you really had some nerve posting that article about our subsidiary holdings without having the decency to run it by me first for accuracy.  ” 

[essenceofhispenance]

I LOST THE MEME

@archivaltm​  asked:  ‘  you are a wild  ,  unkempt thing ‘ (FEYD)

                                       “ I could say the same of you.”

The response is quick and cold in nature, but laced with the sharpness of desert nature. The Fremen were nothing more than animals to be hunted for sport by the Harkonnen.  She could have easily pointed out the countless reasons they could easily perceive one another as  inhuman. The nature in which vendetta is born is born out of the innate stillness in which hate festers.

The difference lied simply in life style and circumstance. Compared to the glamor and refined nature of the imperium, the Fremen were a simple superstitious people. Tradition meant survival- the continuation of progeny- the very nature of their basic religion dictated the very core of their lives.

What could the Harkonnen beast know of the foundation of her society? They possessed their fripperies and fobs, glittered and water-fat with a slow mannered nature that only a cheat could muster. Chani could argue her honesty and loyalty. She could make a physical argument for purpose in life, for her place in the wellbeing of the tribe.

But this boy-child parading around in a man’s skin  was akin to  that of an island amid the oasis. the isolationist nature of this sensibility stifled personhood and with that, stifled the society that kept such personhood alive.

He was a wild thing, tangled up in a menagerie to fit the dance of the imperium. She could hardly say the same of herself.

 “The only wildness I see in myself is the manner in which I spit back. I have no desire to be subdued and trod upon.”

[musedtm]

archivaltm asked: "she’s gonna have a pretty messed up view of death coming out of this no matter what." —  jack @ hayley

the words feel like a weight in her gut, a reminder that she can’t protect hope from everything that’s coming their way.  her daughter, her lifeblood, her everything — all wrapped up with blood, and death, because of her last name & now because of her connection to the pack.  the nobility of being a wolf, the promise she made when hope was born ( that hope would know everything about being a wolf ) all feels distant now.  jackson’s words don’t bring her comfort the way they should, the way she’s used to from him.  his honesty is a quality she’s grown fond of, and she wants to wrap herself up in in most of the time — but not today.  today, she wants placating promises that they can protect hope from everything.  a shaky breath leaves her lips, and she runs her hands through her hair in frustration.  ❝ i know, jack.  but she’s my — ❞ hesitation lingers in the air between them, and she’s thankful that right now hope is napping & at peace.  she doesn’t know what’s happening outside of the walls of their home.  she doesn’t know that a member of their pack, someone she saw as family, won’t be there anymore.   ❝ she’s our daughter. ❞ hope is a mikaelson, but she’s also jack’s family.  even if he didn’t ask for it, he got them both when they got married.  the needed emphasis, a reminder that hope isn’t just hers.   ❝ i don’t want her to be surrounded by death.  i want better for her. ❞ // @archivaltm​

[xstrange]

@archivaltm​ asked: "I had no idea you could be so… sensitive." from illyana

"      yeah,      yeah..      "      he'd   all   but   mutter,      turning   away   and   pointedly   grabbing   his   robe.      she   had   caught   him   during   a   NIGHTMARE      —      something   he   had   worked   to   prevent,      up   until   now.   

[impercre]

@archivaltm​ “You have already ensured there is no place for beings such as us before your throne.”

“If you’re asking when I will kill you. I assure you it’s to be a time of my choosing. I suggest you enjoy each moment as if it were to be your last,” The new and undisputed Padishah Emperor answered. This small audience chamber was bare except for where Paul was seated on a small dais. The Atreides banner hung behind him. The red hawk emblem had never seemed more bloody.

The single glow globe in the room hovered above Paul casting only a little of it’s light on Feyd Rautha. It was all about power, Paul Muad’Dib was reminding his Harkonnen prisoner who had it and who didn’t. 

[altaredego]

❛ you look like you were jealous. ❜

a  single  brow  rose  at  his  words  and  the  demon  almost  laughed,  but  he  was  right  --  to  an  extent.  she  was  jealous  only  because  she  knew  the  intimacy  behind  what  she  had  just  seen,  what  he  had  just  done.  but  there  was  no  way  in  hell  that  she  would  let  him  know  just  how  much  she  hated  to  see  it.  a  slight  roll  of  crystalline  eyes  showed  him  that  his  words  rolled  off  of  her  like  water  off  a  duck's  back.  nataly  was  the  ultimate  pretender,  she  could  convey  any  emotion  she  wanted  to  even  if  said  emotion  wasn't  what  she  was  really  feeling.

but  even  she  couldn't  lie  to  him,  not  directly  at  least.

"so  what  if  i  was?"  accented  words  thick  off  her  tongue  and  mixed  with  that  low  growl  as  she  drew  that  very  tongue  over  pointed  canines.  "did  you  do  it  on  purpose  or  something?  hoping  to  get  a  rise  out  of  me?"  she  was  millenia  old,  older  than  even  him  but  this  was  the  first  time  she  had  been  given  a  form  and  freedom  to  leave  her  forest  and  he  had  been  the  one  to  grant  it  for  her.  she  ventured  away  at  times  before  he  came  around,  of  course,  but  she  always  went  home.  now,  home  was  with  him  and  she  at  least  thought  that  meant  something.  emotions  weren't  things  she  knew.  they  were  definitely  things  she  didn't  know  how  to  control  and  when  her  arms  crossed  under  her  chest  as  she  slouched  in  the  seat  she  had  come  to  occupy,  hiding  how  she  was  feeling  just  wasn't  an  option  anymore.

"du  er  bare  en  drittsekk.  hvorfor  skal  jeg  humorisere  deg?"  his  own  native  tongue  and  not  her  own,  mostly  because  now  she  was  shutting  down  and  hiding  everything  there  was  about  her.  jealousy  was  a  foreign  feeling  and  one  she  was  beginning  to  hate.  "if  that's  what  you  want,  have  at  it.  who  am  i  to  get  in  your  way?"  words  slipped  tongues  but  still  held  a  heavy  accent  that  was  all  her  own.  

   @archivaltm​  ⋯ for kol

[notafossil]

   ❝ are you controlling that plant? ❞

@archivaltm​ ♥’d for a thing for ivy

[opair]

@archivaltm​​ said: "a ghost can be a lot of things: a memory, a daydream, a secret. grief, anger, guilt." 

HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE STARTERS

❛    YOU  REALLY  THINK  SO?    ❜      she  thinks  about  the  wire  rimmed  glasses    &    the  splintered  crack  spidered  right  through  the  middle  fo  the  left  lens.    she  thinks  about  edmund’s  twisted,  angry  face,  the  way  he  shouted    DANIELLE    with  such  disgust  as  he  thrust  off  her  hand.    she  thinks  about  the  small  sound  that  his  body  made  against  the  oncoming  prow  of  a  truck,  his  shaking  fingertips.    &    more  than  anything,  she  thinks  about  the  looming  glow  of  his  gaze    &    the  halo  effect  it  still  has  when  she  looks  in  the  mirror.    

the  guilt  is  still  a  pit  in  her  stomach  that  just    maybe    if  she’d  waited,  or  if  she’d  tried  a  little  harder...    

❛    have  you  ever  seen  anything  like  that  before?      ❜      interrupts  her  own  patterned  thought,  the  resolving  dread  she’d  finally  acknowledged  the  moments  before  she’d  told  eddie  the  truth  coming  back  in  a  rush  to  the  surface  that  usually  prefaces  the  moments  where  she  sees  his  shadow.    ❛      ----    a  ghost?    ❜

[firefated]

@archivaltm​  sent:     " do you truly believe that anything so little as a rule, or a law, might have stopped me from protecting you? "  from emma

“  𝐢  𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬            𝐢  𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭  𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐞.   maybe  a  part  of  me  just  thought  everyone  would  of  been  better  off  not  knowing  where  i  was. ”     taking  the  serum  was  a  hard  decision,  but  jean  simply  couldn’t  keeping  living  her  life  for  the  phoenix  anymore.  she  wanted  to  be  free.  without  her  powers,   the  celestial  wanted  nothing  to  do  with  miss  grey  anymore.   “  i’m  sorry. ”     green  hues  had  a  hard  time  looking  at  emma,  let  alone  any  other  mutant  that  looked  her  way.

[reignthem]

@archivaltm​ said: ❰❰ ARGUE ❱❱ sender ends an argument with receiver with a kiss

An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme

“  god, you are infuriating.  ”  sam prides herself on her ability to keep an even, level head.  she is always a single, practiced deep breath away from practical, a simple side effect of balancing parenthood with placating bluffing business associates.  but, now, standing opposite to lois, all she can see is a tunneled, raging shade of red.  it’s the kind of boiling frustration that toils lacily over the top of a saucer on the stove, the kind of anger that is so screaming  &  hot that it thuds heartily between her temples enough to fill the shells of her ears with a thundering, ugly roar.  

“  would it kill you to just AGREE with me for once?  ”   her exasperated exclamation, it turns out, is a mistake.  

because now, lois is up in her face, that defiant jut of her chin tipped up like it could somehow close the short inches that make up the height difference between them.  she has the same blistering fury glinting in her eyes.  &  even worse, it’s glimmering with something that looks like victory.  

sam is overcome in the curtained crimson of her vision with the desire to wipe that maddening smirk off the other woman’s face.  she’s backed into a corner this time, all her strategic shifting across the chess game sticking her with only one solo, maverick-style gambit to take her out of this.  

(  maybe it’s the closeness, the numbing of her calmer, better honed instincts, or maybe it’s just that being this close with lois upturned  &  angling reminds her of wearing a sweeping cape under a bundle of holly  &  seasonal greenery.  ) 

but sam, turning the board over entirely, sets her palm against the nape of lois’ neck,  &  without ceremony crashes a kiss against her mouth as if this alone will settle the argument.  

[foradnama]

“aren’t we in a good mood today?” laurie @ amy

HER EYES ROUND WITH AN ANSWER she cannot give, choosing subtly over truth: she is in a good mood. Maybe not before unexpectedly running into him, but now? Amy can feel her emotions gathering in the middle of her throat with the need to scream them out loud. Except there is no outlet in France and she’s doomed to bottling everything up in the name of proper society. Little Amy March, always with her dramatics. Beth would be proud. Jo, on the other hand, would scream to her hearts content.

But she is not Jo, and Jo is not here. Laurie speaks to her and her alone, and she stuffs her hands into the mitten sleeve as she raises a chin.

“Am I?” she asks coyly. “Suppose that good mood might have something to do with seeing you here, of all places.” A pause. Her smile fades. “Hello, Laurie.”

/ @archivaltm

[musedtm]

archivaltm asked: "so should we talk about your day or would you rather come to bed?" —  kol @ davina

he still manages to surprise her, and his words send a thrill down her spine.  she doesn’t know how long she’s been ranting about his family & their ridiculous plans, but apparently it’s long enough that he’s tired of listening to her, or he wants to distract her.  in all honesty, she’s tired of talking about them.  despite the fact that they’ll have to clean up the mess ( specifically, she’ll have to given that she’s strong enough to take them on ), she wants to focus on him being here.  it still feels as though she’s having a fever dream, and she worries every time she closes her eyes that she’s going to lose him again.  that some otherworldly force is going to take him away.  her arms cross over her chest as she raises a brow toward him, ❝ depends.  what’s waiting for me in bed? because i was in the middle of a really good rant. ❞  flirting with kol is as easy as breathing, and she wants to soak up their time together after being apart for so long.  // @archivaltm​

[petitsdieuarchive]

WHAT FLAVOR IS YOUR SOUL?

𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒏.

oh child of spice you are bound to the core of the earth. can you feel the heartbeat of nature pulsing through your veins. you are the mouthful of autumn that scorched through your throat, you are the pepper of life that wakes up the weary. the foolish and shaking will attempt to dilute you with sickening sugar, do not let them. your spark is what keeps us alive my dear. keep burning, little star. you see the beauty and the light, but oh you have been fed poison and refuse to drop it onto other's tongues. be wild. I know what your heart is chanting. run. run. run. run dear, find your story. do not trade your spirit for safety. you are a child of the earth, forever seeking, forever dancing.

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[libertytm]

INDEPENDENT,  PRIVATE,  &  SELECTIVE,  roleplay  account  for  marvel's  STEVE  ROGERS.  AKA:  CAPTAIN  AMERICA,  COMMANDER  ROGERS  /  NOMAD.

established.  06 / 26 / 2021  |  rebooted. 02 / 01 / 22    tracking.   liberty™   |   written  by.  alex,  he/him,  30+,  pst.

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[altaredego]

ALTAREDEGO ; an independent multimuse ft canon and ocs. slow writer. ICONLESS. heavily affiliated with @bladedglory, @chrmatiica, and @archivaltm​. written by SIREN, 30+ PST +7, she/they

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