#carrd thread

[hochmvt]

                    ⸻ continuation of [א] with the one and only @gruenwald

Moments like these were so beautiful about her, he thought. The way she looked after the children as they ran back to their parents or siblings, some of them straight to their tents. When she was unobserved and on her own. Lost in thought. Herself. Sometimes he had the feeling that he could read her every emotion, even if he was in no position to assume it. They simply hadn't known each other long enough for that. Initially he thought, they had only met briefly, like two straight lines that intersected at one point, only to move further apart at a steady pace. But their meeting had taken on a different character; they were sine curves that ran at different intervals, but always met at regular points. Perhaps they would eventually converge more and more. Or maybe not. A beautiful prospect and a  pleasant  feeling  that  accompanied  the  uncertainty  of  things. Sometimes it came over him when he thought about her for a long time. This warm feeling spreading through his body. Those were the beautiful moments of the last few weeks.

“Ouch!” he laughed and looked down at her, theatrically placing his hand on his chest as if pain was coursing through his innermost being. “How blind I was, entranced by thy visage, believing at last I'd found one who heeded my tales,” the blonde claimed, looking down at the brunette. How pretty she was, he thought. For a moment, he paused as he studied her eyes, her lips. The longer he looked (was he staring already?), the more nervous he became. What if anything would change in their relationship if he made a move now that he couldn't foresee the consequences of? Of everything he had encountered so far, humans were the more complex beings, whose  thought  processes  he  could  not  always  comprehend. Overwhelmed, he looked around the camper, examining individual objects as he wiped his clammy hands on his black jeans. “So... we could either watch a movie or something or read or see if there's anything exciting happening in the woods tonight: Eerie whispers, forest spirits, hints for ancient civilizations, strange lights, young couples making out in ways no one really wants to see? Really the stuff dreams are made of, if you ask me. What'd you be down for?”

[huntershowl]

ok i've done a big stupid and overwhelmed myself real bad with drafts across both blogs. i'm gonna take a sec to reassess because it's getting to the point where rp is stressin and i absolutely refuse to let that happen lmfao

[long-song-a]

the whole ‘blind faith’ turning into ‘restored/realistic faith’ in the god complex is genuinely one of my favourite moments between the doctor and amy. (in my portrayal) nine out of ten times, the doctor will always refer to her as amelia at any point before that episode. amelia pond, the name straight out of a fairytale, the name of the little girl who wasn’t scared when he crash landed in her backyard, who wasn’t scared of the crack in her wall. the name of the first face his eleventh face saw. of course, this changes for symbolic reasons, and i do think that shift is one of the best things they could’ve done for their relationship. i don’t specifically think their relationship was unhealthy per se, but her going from amelia pond to amy williams in the doctors point of view, is one of the last things needed to conclude the fairytale theme that had been running throughout their era, and their perception of one another. it became realistic for both of them, and afterwards, their relationship was able to grow rather than be held back by her fairytale perception of him, and him still seeing her as that little girl.

[h-chrysotrichus]

speaking of me drawing, theres a nsfw kidlaw piece i made back in like. May. but i didnt post it on here bc i was afraid tumblr would be annoying about it. should i post a cropped sfw version (with a link for the whole thing thats on my twitter)?

[gcldfanged]

[Continued from HERE.]

@bonesofchaos:

he hums as he licks blood from knuckles, golden eyes flicking from carnage to meet those of man stood hovering at the edge of his brutality. listening but finding him pretentious, as most of those above him are. "no offence sir, but you're always gunna be lesser to someone. always gunna be a bigger fish'n you." a fact stated as such, no taunting or mockery, just plain old simple fact. "but i'll agree that money makes people stupid. makes 'em even dumber when they ain't got it and they need it." a gesture to the bodies moaning on the floor, an ill thought out attack against the enforcer to take back what he took from them previously.

"None taken. That IS true, otherwise I wouldn't be complaining all the damn time about having to clean up someone else's mess," he admits, looking down at the stranger's handiwork.

He'd heard odd things about Malachi, but seeing him in the flesh was quite different than what he had been expecting- Which, honestly, wasn't much. Clearly his cynicism had been an overstep. The presence of street level punks lining the pavement was enough to overwhelm by sheer number, yet the intended victim remained unscathed. And by the look of him, anyone who'd paint such an individual with a target had to be both blind and dumb.

"But nevermind what I actually meant," Jae continued, offering a black and gold cigarette to the enforcer. A minor peace offering for interrupting his fun.

"If you have the time, I'd like to make you an offer. We can discuss in more pleasant surroundings, of course- Treat you to some fine food and drink, offer some entertainment if that's more your style?"

[ri0s]

i mentioned this on my multi but ... i wasn't happy with the finale and that extends to rio. SO. i'm gonna rewrite canon bc as thanos once said, fine. i'll do it myself.

[doomedflare]

ehehehehehe @barksback

[lctibule]

thinking i'm gonna change up my carrd template for this blog... bc i'd like to be able to provide at least a little more information for everyone (including the selective muses)... but i'm trying to convince my brain to do a little writing first asjkds

[lurxof--thxmaw]

// poking my head through...... (yelling into the void) (echoing) hellooooooo.... is anybody here

[blxxditout]

: ̗̀➛ Cont. from here ┊ ┊ @darksonofsparda

When the earth came under siege due to the raising of the Qliphoth, he'd been brought into the world again, sprawled across a cold wooden floor. Lying there besides him was the one who saved his life, as well as the one who tried to rob him of it. For what purpose, for what reason, he was uncertain. What he did know was that he'd been given a second chance, the opportunity to wipe his slate clean of the past that had lead him to this ending. With a heavy wound in his heart, he'd bid his adieu and left the home behind him. Though he could not forget what remained in there, he could not bring himself to face it. Even in death, she was still as beautiful as the day they'd first met.

In some ways he blamed himself, cursed whatever god there was for making things go the way they did. When he stepped out that door, he expected to be greeted by sirens, police waiting to take him away. Sid could not have been prepared to find the monstrosities in their stead. Beasts with curved limbs, sporting sickles for arms hissed in his direction. Their mandibles clicked grotesquely as he spied the very human skulls that sat in the middle of their disturbed heads. It was a terrible nightmare, something he hoped to wake up from, something he tried to wake up from.

But no matter how hard he tried to shake himself awake, the truth of reality dawned upon him. Selene... he really killed Selene, and these monsters were here to drag him to hell because of it. Was that right? They were gaining on him, scuttling after him as he ran. One foot got caught behind the other and then he fell. The Empusas could not have been more delighted to have found and caught such easy prey. The first scythe cut into his leg, dragging him back as he cried out. He could see the others gather around him, raising their arms in anticipation.

He turned to look over his shoulder, eyes beginning to cloud with tears at the pain. Why was this happening to him? What had he done to deserve this? Those shaking hands soon turned into trembling fists. Sid used his arm to block their attacks, growling as he felt them tear into his flesh. Pushing through the sinews of his muscle and fat, he used that against them, dragging his arm back and rolling onto his side. Stop whining.

Until now, it feels like that's the only thing he's been doing this whole time. Shifting the blame, pointing fingers onto others. The reality was that there was no one else in charge of his life but himself. That's why he fought back then, and that's why he fought back now. If anyone was going to throw in the towel and call it quits, it'd be him, on his own terms. The tears still spilled from his eyes as he engaged, taking the opposition head on as they got ready to resume their attack. When he won, he looked on at the ensuing chaos with a somber expression.

If things were going to be this way from here on out, he wasn't going to rely on another's help. He could strike it out on his own. He could make it... but you see, that only works for so long. He was yet to understand the changes to his biology caused by the complications of that ritual. Over time he started to break down and grow weaker for reasons he did not understand. Without the protection of a colony or the help of other 'devil hunters', he had to fend for himself.

Demons are most active during the night, and whenever he was attacked, he was left feeling more haggard than the fight prior. Drifting aimlessly through the wastes, he had happened upon an old building, seeking shelter and maybe even the help he had long since shunned since his revival. His legs ached for rest, weighing heavily upon the steps as he ascended floor after floor. It felt like a hopeless effort, that is... until he came across something interesting. There was an innate repulsion at first, something telling him that he ought to turn around.

What was there to lose? There's no reward without a little risk, is there?

What the stranger has to say in return to his plea makes him laugh, dry as a desert and softer than a whisper. Sid grunts as he feels soreness amongst his stomach. If he weren't on the precipice of defeat, he'd say he was finally back in shape to play ball again. Ha. Now wouldn't that be something?

"You say that like you're dangerous, mister... Don't suppose I should just head back the way I came, yeah?", it was starting to flare up, that odd feeling he had when he'd be face to face with one of those stinkin' demons. He could feel the cusp of it as he leaned on the wall for support.

"I- I won't be trouble, if that's what you're thinking. I'll be out of your hair before you know it, but right now", he pauses, "I could really use a hand"

He pushes himself harder against the wall, reeling. Black spots are starting to form in his vision as he lowers his head and shuts his eyes for a second, as if that'd will them away.

"Please?", he asks, pushing down the rising snark in his voice to try and appeal more to this stranger.

[aftermoved]

LIKE FOR A STARTER FROM THE MUSES BELOW !!!

daisy bronson cadie fletcher damian higgins haden lyvan lillian baker timothy lynch natasha birch

[2leggedshark]

Why are people following me on twitter tonight "dni: rpf shippers" I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU!! I HAVE BAD NEWS ABOUT WHO YOU FOLLOWED!!

[resolvebound]

[apuppetmuseum]

like this for a short starter!! Specify muse or face the consequences :knife:

[erabundus]

also on an unrelated note, i was thinking about adding another section to my carrd with links to important headcanons / basic information? how his body works / what he gets up to / how conventionally puppet-like is this puppet / etc. it wouldn't be required reading in the slightest, but i just thought it might make interactions easier to hop into. 👉👈

[hopeforged]

mike is at @nighthire now