#but. as it stands in their main verse

[incendiorum]

the whole seeking peace after trauma aspect to io has become such a big facet of them over recent years. it's the end goal for them, to finally and completely take their life out of the hands of the people who have puppeted it both from the start (venadeus) and for centuries (col, the hounds). io is, as it stands, in a permanent state of 'can't grieve yet' and the closure to finally start grieving and live their own life completely and wholly comes in a cascade after they finally admit to themself that there is no redeeming col and that something must be done for good. col still living is why io is in their permanent grief limbo. and of course there is the problem that venadeus has considered io nothing but a tool for himself since the moment they were conceived, but io ends the venadeus line with themself, once and for all. they hate that they were always meant to be a sacrificial lamb, but becoming the next and final venadeus gives them the things they've desired and a means to fully become themself. they get power - they get so much power as to practically be untouchable, and with it they simply seek the peace that had been taken from them centuries ago. it's hard getting there, admittedly, resurrecting as a god is something they have to claw through tooth and nail, but the end makes it worth it.

[schattenmagier]

" Fuck you and your mom and your sister and your job And your broke-ass car and that shit you call art~🎵 "

Lilli sang along to the music blaring into her ears under her helmet, while riding with her motorcycle through empty streets. It must be late already, because she hadn't seen any cars in a while. And neither any people... Not that there shouldn't be any people around. She was literally in the middle of nowhere. No houses even close. Only trees, and fields. Perfect for riding, and vibing to her favorite songs in peace.

" Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off~🎵 "

The mage was even rocking back and forth on her vehicle, while continuing singing along... But then she turned a corner... And suddenly she saw a person standing in the middle of the street.

" I swear I meant to mean the best when it ended Even tried to bite my tongue when you start- "

" SHIT- "

She almost screams, and rips her bike around to avoid the person, just to not being able to keep it upright, and fall with it to the ground, where she slided a little with it until both came finally to a stop. Oh, boy... Thankfully she was wearing gear today, because that would have hurt like shit. And the woman laid there for a moment, making sure nothing was broken, before she almost sprang to her feet, and made her way over to said person that she almost ran over... And her body language was speaking for itself before she raised her voice. Yeah, someone was a little pissed.

" BIST DU DUMM ODER SO?!? Du stehst MITTEN auf der Straße! Bist du verrückt?!? "

And Lilli starts to hiss at them in german, while ripping the helmet from her head. Not caring a bit if the other understood her or not. Even if they didn't, it's probably understandable that she wasn't happy by her tone only.

[normaltothemax]

🔪 [bucky @ clint -eyes emoji-]

Clint’s not sure what exactly set Barnes off. Not sure what he thinks is going on, or what he’s seeing. He is positive, however, that this is a terrible time for whatever the hell’s going on in that fucked up head of his. Thankfully, Clint’d had the forethought to drag the guy out of the way, into a shadow-filled alley, a few seconds ago, when he’d first noticed Barnes starting to get antsy. God knows what he might do in a crowd of people.

Now, Clint’s got his back to a wall, a knife to his throat, and this is not a position he likes to be in. He can handle his own in a fight, is well-trained and agile as hell, but there’s not an easy way out of the hold Barnes has him in, and Clint’s not stupid enough to think he can take the Winter Soldier on in a fight and win. So he stays where he is. Doesn’t make any sudden movements and keeps his hands where they can be seen, ignoring his racing pulse.

“You have terrible timing.” His voice is low, remains calm, his gaze locked onto unseeing, glaring eyes. He swallows, and there’s enough pressure on the knife that a bead of blood wells up beneath the blade and slowly rolls down the column of his throat. Fantastic. He’s going to get his throat slit by his fake husband on their fake honeymoon. Awesome.

“Your name is James Buchanan Barnes. I’m Clint Barton. We’re on a mission, pretending to be newlyweds on our honeymoon. It’s stupid and you complain a lot but you aren’t in any danger, right now. You’re safe, Barnes.” The only one in danger here is Clint. “Otoydi, soldat.” The switch to Russian is a gamble, and he's not exactly fluent, but Clint’s flying blind here. He’s just hoping to hell it doesn’t wind up setting him off worse.

@dramatisperscnae (x)

[quadrantadvisor]

My Dead on Main playlist now has three Mother Mother songs on it, and none of them are Ghosting.

[maestrs]

@timelovcd liked x.

❝ Don’t be ridiculous, my dear. ❞ FIRM TONE leaves vocal processors, pouring the remainder of (already made) tea into a cup for the other while they go bout of their (un)usual talks to themselves within this incarnation. IT'S EMBARRASSING, downright humiliating that they’ve gotten used to it by now — it brings some sort of comfort (and entertainment) throughout the days ahead stuck in the confines of the craft itself. He’s going to make the other pay for this sooner or later.

❝ COME NOW. Don’t make me call you a second time, old friend. ❞ WARNING TONE is given towards the other, letting gears move and shift to allow him to move his attention towards the other. Hell has no wrath like an android forced to wait upon their foolish creator to stop talking and drink something for once. ❝ We can discuss it afterwards. ❞

[manslaught]

it's been obvious she's been avoiding her for days. mikayla had been urgent to get her back to the cabin, but after that, she's been unable to make eye contact, remaining on the opposite side of the room, doing whatever she could to stay away from @ladyintree, unable to face her after what happened. at first, it was easy, because all of the focus had been on van, making sure they were okay, but now that the storm of it all has begin to calm, mikayla knows she has no choice. it's not that she hasn't wanted to be around her — in her absence, she missed tai more than she could stomach, hardly sleeping while they were gone, too worried about whatever was happening out there, all of which she won't ever admit. she's just scared, because she hadn't anticipated having to actually be around her after their kiss.

she wishes she could say it's easy to pretend like it just didn't happen at all, to carry the same coldness she'd had toward her before that, but it's not. it's hard when she wants to check in on her, make sure she's okay now that van's better, but she doesn't know how without having to talk about what happened before she left. she keeps her distance, her gaze leveled at the ground, back to the way she was before, when she would hardly look at her. “ are you... okay? ”

[definitely-totally-croatia]

Hey Serbia

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DO I LOOK LIKE-

[gothampire]

¹ #WILSON, WADE —— ( @mercred ): STARTER.

meetings like these always bore her to tears. a time that is filled with the same repetitive drivel, and is resolved with the same sense of nonchalance that promises the answer of dealing with the problem at hand. a tension that transfers onto her own shoulders — hidden only by the mask of the falsehoods of self control. and it is a mask that is quick to slip off once they are left to the devices of privacy. clawed from a dance of performative smiles and delicate handshakes as soon as the door to the lounge clicks shut. peace at last. even as another name swirls through the logs of memory — and another face that has now been condemned to the fate of the falcone's hand.

yet, she is quick to repress the uprising stress: to not allow for the product of business to interfere with their time any more than it already has. that is why fingers drop to the lock of the door, and an assurance of privacy that is announced with an echoed click. and in a moment, she has turned back — spine resting against the structure of the door as vision recaptures wade's. aware of just how much they had neglected each other up until now (as if they were ever separated for long enough to warrant her yearning). ❝ you know... ❞ she hums, ❝ it was really hard to focus on anything those pricks were saying when all i could think about was how fucking hot you look tonight. ❞

[hyaciiintho]

Starter for @lcstkey

"Do you require more time?" What had once been a QUITE store now grew populated with his voice, the sound reverberating throughout with a slight echo. "You have been standing in that aisle for quiet some time, Detective Wolfsong. I hope you won't misunderstand my intentions, I merely wished to ensure you had the proper time to seek out what you needed. There is no rush, I assure you." They could begin their day's OFFICE routine only once she was fully prepared He wouldn't mind the wait, not when prayer began so soon.

He could partake in that whilst she took her TIME, if all else.

[truly-quirkless]

@penandswords asked:

"So I have a surprise." Rima offers a small box them. Inside is her ultrasound, and 2 matching keychains that read. "grandparents."(TWO little blobs)

[Prompted! || Accepting!]

"You..." He trailed off, sky-blues on the ultrasound. A hand reached into the box, cautiously glancing to Rima, and then back down to the image. Grandparents? Rima was pregnant? "...have you started thinking of baby names?..." He could ask about the man who'd done it later, he didn't want to ruin the moment.

Fin was just in shock that Rima thought of the two of them as grandparents to her potential children. Think of something to say, think of something to say,...

"If the father's a deadbeat, I'll be kickin' his ass and burying him on U. A. grounds." All spoken with a smile,...and tears that Fin wasn't willing to admit they were shedding. "T-they'll. Never find the body." Stop happy-crying, damnit!!!!

[timeclipsed]

@hiswrlds asked: “I don’t know how you’re even conscious at this point.”

angsty injury things … sentence starters (status — closed!)

❝Don’t— don’t worry about it,❞ extending an arm to give a hand in pause, knees quake as he manages to stagger back to his feet, stepping over the disemboweled robot. ❝I've… had worse.❞

— ;; Expectorating thick vermillion all onto his shoes with an abrupt cough that makes his chest burn, hefty gasps flounder through a raspy throat and echo all throughout the stannic corridor that winds and eclipses any who dare proceed in a layer of shadows.

Myriad is the amount of times during this motley partnership that Tails has leapt in front of Sonic, taking the brunt of any surprise ambushes against them. Intrinsically, like a bow protecting the rest of the boat, crashing right into a huge wave and breaking it into nothing but water. Receiving the bulk of searing lasers, metallic bodies armed and dangerous, and tearing traps laid out to spell death in the process.

Tatters and scraps, he pulls the warm fabric that remains of his coat over his shoulders, dropping those snug goggles over his eyes. He’d be damned if he let down any Sonic who needed his help.

❝Your friends are up ahead. Let’s hurry.❞

[mcltiples]

UNPROMPTED HALLOWEEN ASKS || always accepting

@civicmuses sent; "Trick or treat!" Here's Rosaline dressed in a pink princess dress. Marsha is right behind her, dressed as a purple-blue unicorn. (Rick & Morty for the trick-or-treaters inbox call)

There wasn't much Rick could say, not that he could get a chance to with Morty pushing him out of the doorway. An elbow digging into his side, but he was hardly budging. He was curious and a little bit nosey. So he would just stand there, nursing whatever drink was in his flask.

"Hi, Marsha a-and Marsha's sister," He hadn't really met her yet or was fully introduced, but he's known of her existence. "I-I like your costumes, th-they look really cool,"

With that, he grabs two big handfuls from the candy bowl, handing over the sweets to each of them. They were various big brand name candies. Something his parents decided to splurge on as a way to apologize to the neighbors for all of the sci-fi shenanigans that's happened over the year.

"Uhm, c-can I join you two later for trick-or-treating?"

It was a nervous question. Something told him he shouldn't intrude, but he did want to get to know Rosaline better. It would be nice to befriend Marsha's sister.

[wishfulmuses]

❛ i’ll get over it. i just need to be dramatic first. ❜ (Manic to Amy)

From: (x) Currently accepting!

❝...Seriously? ❞ Amy responded flatly with a sigh, a gloved hand going up to her forehead to facepalm. Just hearing that alone was already ridiculous to her. But she wasn't too surprised either. ❝ That won't do us any good here! ❞

[maestrs]

& @drtwat liked x | RANDOM : SHALKA!MASTER .

GEARS COME TO A SUDDEN HALT , letting digits hover gently above the console of the very craft itself as sounds come near the door . Deep into thoughts shelved in internal processors ( both holy & unholy combined ) , some time has passed within the real world enough that systems has forgotten to do usual steps to secure her . Oh visitor , do not tell the very owner of this craft . He’d never hear the end from his maker , the creator of the vessel that he harbors at this moment .

GEARS SHIFT AND WHIRL BEHIND SYNTHETIC SKIN ONCE MORE , allowing him to turn his attention towards the other before letting a sound similar to that of a sigh escape him . The visitor — the very fellow that belongs to Toshiko Sato . It was about time the other came to visit , has it not ? He looks the other up and down , releasing a hum of displeasure before clasping his hands behind his back . ❛ Owen Harper ? I was wondering when you’d come . Tosh told me all about you . ❜

[fallbefore]

thinking abt how i was like ‘well i think one of the core topics in her story should be about how she has incredibly powerful transformation magic but can never create anything/anyone as a tribute to the og story and also for tragedy’ and then one of the first plotted aus i make with a friend is where she has a kid

[l-capitan]

Please refrain from being so devastatingly handsome and far too beautiful for this realm, we cannot handle it.

“I—…”

Even with his mask covering the entirety of his face, it was clear he was visibly confused. Terribly so.

“Admittedly, I fail to understand your words, as I always wear a mask—and who’s ‘we’?”

Capitano tries not to scratch his head, but he fails in his attempt. He was stumped.

“… I suppose beauty is subjective, but perhaps you should not focus on such things and instead make sure you are taking care of yourself and your priorities.”