#cculters

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@cculters sent: are you asleep ?

                   ˜”*°•.       The  voice  echoed  much  more  distant  than  it  really  was  -  her  consciousness  barely  returning  as  she  tried  to  understand  what  was  truly  happening .  There  was  still  an  open  book  under  her  head ,  her  back  ached  and  her  surroundings  looked  nothing  like  a  bed .  ❝ Mhmm ? ❞  More  of  a  sound  rather  than  a  word ,  it  took  a  moment  before  she  realised  who  was  talking .    ❝ What  time  is  it ? ❞ 

[asrielbelacquaaaa]

⭐ ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

[kingofthewebxxx]

#Positivity Protocol! 😄💙☀️ Send this to ten muns who you think portray their muses so damn well and are just generally awesome!

Such an honour! Thank you so much, I shall have to see what chaos I can send your way, Jim said you didn't have nearly enough

[faithfulskeptic]

starter for marisa coulter // @cculters

"if we're going to be working together, i need you to understand how i work." she said, her hues looking at marisa coulter as she pursed her pink lips into a straight line. dana scully wasn't one to play around, and she didn't think that she ever would be. she took each scenario, each case, very seriously -- even with mulder gone, she would remain taking things seriously.

she didn't know how she felt working alongside somebody new. deep down, scully had grown an attachment being fox mulder's partner. they had grown to know one another, and now he had been ripped away from her, something that she didn't know how to take. did she want to work with somebody new? no. did she have a choice? also no.

"i also need to know how you work. we have to be able to level one another out if this is going to happen." she said, red hair falling into her eyes as she looked at the femme.

[malka-lisitsa]

@cculters @the-v0iid @fortitudina @havvkinsqueen

[magicaemaxima]

SUPERNATURAL / FANTASY CHARACTER AESTHETICS. bold what applies - italicize what sometimes applies - strike what never applies.

THE FAIRY. chipped nail polish. glitter highlight. tall trees with smooth bark. tangled hair. the taste of cinnamon sugar. talking too loud and too fast. overgrown flowers in your hair. crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature. flirting. walking home at 3am with no coat. platonic hand-holding. blowing smoke out of your nose. dragonfly wings. chaotic good. freckles. fairy rings. secret meetings. gender nonconformity. leather. smudged eyeliner. forbidden fruit.

THE REAPER. computer errors. a shiver down your spine. haunting beauty. hard liquor. crowns of thorns. shadowed alleyways. decaying plant matter. shattered mirrors and broken glass. corrupted memories. stopped clocks. the scent of stale cigarettes. tattered black hoodies. walking your friends home. the crescent moon. the sea. a graveyard on a foggy day. cold rings on cold fingers. absolution. looking out the window of an airplane. soft kisses.

THE WITCH. graffiti. pretending to know what you're doing. worn paperback books. growing up too fast. parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme. lace and combat boots. moth wings. candles on every surface. a weathered deck of cards. turning the music up. fireflies in jars. calloused fingers. drawing on your skin. sunlight filtering through the clouds. petrichor. a dying rose in a jar. wearing a crystal pendant. illusions and spells. black cats. mint gum. chapped lips. dirt under your fingernails. the cycle of life and death.

THE WOLF. murders of crows. frost-bitten leaves. wolves howling at midnight. knocking on your door. leaving food out for stray animals. the twang of an acoustic guitar. honey. tiny red buds on trees. claw marks on the walls. golden eyes. slightly too long stubble. sharp canines. soft, thick fur. hunger. a small cottage in the middle of the woods. knitted fingerless gloves. sleeping on the forest floor. always finding your way back home.

tagged by: @sorrowsick

tagging: @unbeleveable @ladiesandwitches @tempusde @timewlnds @auntiezelda @greenmagicked @cculters @belioness @billyktothemax @blkhcrt @mxdam @maxmoffs

[hatigave]

CARVER OF BONES BEGONE with your scalpel and your sewing kit. Now comes the knife, more beautiful, more threatening, than the hands of supposed healers ever could be ! A deer hit by a truck or a bird caught in the grill of a small city car ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ both lean their crushed bodies against the touch that steals the breath out of their lungs. He is no different, leaning into the offered gentle touch as if he has never felt it before ( he has. Parents have always been kind to him at least. ) Victim on the ground is swiftly ignored now that he has another goal to focus on. Now that there is another kindness for him to chase.

Stranger speaks and her omens flutter ; dance before his eyes in pulsating colours that mean nothing yet everything at the same time. His eyes follow them, rather than how her mouth moves as it shapes itself around the letters of her spoken words. There is time, there is time. ❝ No one knows it is me. ❞ Lies ! Killer tilts his head, seeks out anything inside her eyes when he forces his own to focus. ❝ No one pays attention. The world protects the sinners because the world too is perverted, unclean and cursed. No one is supposed to know that it is me. ❞ There is no confession, no names tied to various bodies that should have been long since buried. She cannot know, but the omens speak of truth and he has always followed them without question. A final glance is given to the body at their feet. Disgusting. Unclean. ❝ He has. I wasn't supposed to be interrupted. I was supposed to finish it. ❞

the   man   is   visibly   shaken,   yet   the   violence   still   commands   his   body   with   an   unsettling   precision.   a   faint   moan   of   pain   escapes   the   unconscious   figure   at   their   feet.   his   face...   deceptively   innocent,   but   weren’t   they   always?   an   attribute   of   a   predator   was   to   draw   their   prey   in...   that   alluring   aura   was   all   it   took   to   have   them   willingly   stumble   into   the   web,   as   though   begging   to   be   stung   &   devoured.   curiosity,   an   ever-present   vice,   one   she   could   never   fight   —   &    now,   as   ever,   she   couldn’t   help   but   wonder   what   sort   of   wickedness   the   redhead   must   have   seen   in   his   victim.   or   what   wickedness   he   might   see   in   her——   their   gazes   locked   under   the   pale   glow   of   the   street   lamps,   like   a   key   fitting   its   lock.

the   corners   of   her   lips   curl   softly,   a   smile   rather   sinister.   ❝   i've   been   admiring   your   work,   ❞   she   confessed,   her   hand   now   sliding   smoothly   up   the   arm   &   neck,   her   once   steady   grip   softens   into   the   gentlest   of   touches   upon   the   redhead's   cheek   ;   the   sort   of   touch   that   beckoned   one   to   lean   in,   to   surrender   to   its   warmth   &   comfort.   the   care   everyone   strives   for.   ❝   you've   done   such   a   remarkable   job   looking   after   others...   but   has   anyone   ever   truly   cared   for   you?   ❞   she   found   herself   asking,   her   voice   softened,   soothing,   like   the   gentlest   of   lullabies.   with   her   body-crafted   tools,   she   could   as   easily   envelop   someone   in   a   velvet   embrace   as   pick   up   a   weapon   &   watch   silver   clash   with   crimson ;  painting   the   canvas   with   one's   vital   essence.   ❝   did   he   see   your   face?   ❞   the   question   followed   swiftly,   her   blue   eyes   flickering   towards   the   motionless   form   before   settling   back   on   the   tumult   of   emotions   in   the   other’s   gaze.   distrust,   surely,   one   of   many   currents   swirling   beneath   the   surface...   the   answer,   though,   would   unravel   the   path   ahead,   reshaping   it   into   something   entirely   new,   or   perhaps   something   even   more   unexpected.

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@cculters sent: How badly are you hurt?

                   ˜”*°•.     For  a  brief  moment ,  she  looked  over  her  hand .  The  blood  from  her  forehead  the  least  of  her  concerns  at  the  moment .   She  wasn’t  even   sure  how  she’d  lost  her  balance  and  fallen  after  having  spent  practically  her  whole  life  onboard.  ❝ I  will  live . ❞  Was  her  mere  response .   The  pain  was  barely  there ,  after  all,  while  the  people  of  both  the  Snowpiercer  and  Big  Alice  had  seen  much  worse  than  an  inane  wound  on  the  forehead.  ❝ Thought  we  weren’t  going  anywhere  near  the  mountains  till  next  week . ❞ However,  this  couldn’t  be  the  track  she  was  talking  about  either  way.  She’d  BEEN  in  the  engine  that  day.  So,  question  still  remained,  why  had  the  train  shaken  that  bad ?  ❝ Did  we  change  direction ? ❞

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@cculters sent: !!!

                   ˜”*°•.       To  talk  about  the  recent  issues  with  the  crops  had  they  been  supposed  to  meet .  The  plants  coming  with  weird  marks  on  their  leaves  and  dying  soon  after .  A  bacteria ?  An  insect ?  She  hadn’t  yet  come  to  a  conclusion.  However,  if  this  issue  persisted,  the  whole  harvest  would  go  to waste  -  while  chances  that  the  next one  failed  to  survive ?   They  were  high .

What  she  hadn’t  expected ,  though,  was  Marisa  kissing  her  -  practically  silencing  her  in  the  middle  of  the  sentence .  And  while  her  first  thought  was  to  rest,  to  bring  the   other   back  to  reality,  she  kissed  her  back .  Hand  brought  upon  the  other’s  cheek,  embracing  every  single  second  of  it .  Until  they  finally  drew  back ,  a  smile  forming  on  her  lips .  ❝ Is  this  your  anti-extinction  plan ? ❞   

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@cculters sent: How could you throw away everything we’ve been through for this?

                   ˜”*°•.      Overwhelming.  Everything  felt  so�� overwhelming  he  thought  his  head  would  explode .  Choices  however  clear,  still  impossible  to  make .  He  wanted  to  breath .  Wanted  to  take  ONE  damn  second  to  think.  Yet,  his  thoughts  were  colliding  so  violently  with  each  other  that  choosing  right …  he  didn’t  know  how .

❝ What  do  you  want  me  to  do ?  ❞  Question  that  echoed  almost  desperate .  Tom  was  right ,  after  all.  Letting  things  unravel  the  way  they  had,  their  best  option.  While  that  figure  that’d  been  chasing  them ?  They  should  stop  hunting  him,  stop  trying  to  stop  him.  It  was  what  it  was  -  and  if  Marisa  saw  it  as  if  throwing  away  everything ?  there  wasn’t  much  that  he  could  do.

[asrielbelacquaaaa]

#Positivity Protocol! 😄💙☀️ Send this to ten muns who you think portray their muses so damn well and are just generally awesome!

thanks so much! course i send it right back at you. can't wait to see what our lovely muses will do next!

[kingofthewebxxx]

❛ In my experience, men only call women ‘mad’ when they are doing something inconvenient. ❜ {hdm verse}

“Did you upset the Magisterium again? They tend to do that when anyone with a different view opens their mouth, I think you are brilliant dear, insane at times but that is what makes us similar. Of course, they will try to contain it, I’ve been keeping an eye on you, they asked me too and I’ve done it more out of curiosity than anything else. When you make your move, on the stage of what is to come, know that I will be watching very carefully and I will not be far behind” he grinned, sipping from his cup of tea, Lexi spiralling down from the ceiling from a web. The meeting house luckily had enough heating so she did not feel the need to sit in James’ handkerchief pocket. “Pleasure as always, Marisa,” the spider said, dangling in front of her eyeline before gently lowering herself to the ground and making her way to a nearby vent, she enjoyed listening to the conversations in the next room.

[kingofthewebxxx]

“I have done nothing to earn your distrust.”  {HP verse}

Turning around in his chair to face her, he gave her a cold smile, eyes void of any emotion. “No you haven't, does that mean I should still trust you? Fall into your arms so to speak and listen to the poison you pour into others. No dear, and if you think familiarity makes me any less resistant to your vices then you have not learned much since our schooling years dear. You know when you are not privy to something and yet you believe if you keep asking I will eventually drop my guard, no no. I don't trust anyone dear, a lesson I had thought you too would have taken to heart” he tilted his head to the side, eyes reflecting slightly in the light. “Tell me, you used to enjoy muggle studies. Does that extend to their beverages? I have a collection here, what do you suggest we start with?” he asked, pointing to the several decanters of various sorts and a collection of glasses.

[asrielbelacquaaaa]

🎵❤️

Follow Me by Uncle Kracker

Wrecked by Imagine Dragon

So It Goes... by Taylor Swift

Teeth by 5 Seconds Of Summer

Hoodoo by Muse

Genius by Sia, Diplo, Labrinth and LSD

Love The Way You Lie by Rihanna and Eminem

Take Me To Church by Hozier

Illicit Affair by Taylor Swift

Toxic by 2WEI

(BONUS cause I couldn't just pick 10)

You Belong to Me by Cat Pierce

ocean eyes by Billie Eilish

Sucker by Jonas Brother

Hold Me Like You Used To by Zoe Wees

i love you by Billie Eilish

[asrielbelacquaaaa]

asriel watched every flicker of emotion cross marisa’s face, each twist of her expression further stoking the wildfire already raging inside him. the moment she frowned, her composure fracturing just enough to show the strain, his jaw clenched, fury smoldering under his cool exterior. every word she spoke felt like salt on a fresh wound, twisting the knife she'd left embedded in him long ago. stelmaria stood firm at his side, her eyes blazing golden, a warning to marisa’s dæmon as asriel’s fury spilled over. “let go?” he sneered. “you think i want this? i didn’t choose to be bound to you, marisa, any more than i chose to have my life wrecked while you watched. you think i enjoy being haunted by what could’ve been if you weren’t that selfish?”

when she almost snapped back at him, warning him that staying wouldn’t make it easier, his scowl deepened, eyes darkening with a ruthless edge. “easier? if you think i’m deluded, you’re sorely mistaken. i’m here, facing reality, while you hide. call it fantasy? fine. but it’s better than living in a lie.” her scoff, the way she shook her head as if he was some fool spouting nonsense, only enraged him further. he demanded, voice dropping to a lethal tone. “you think i don’t know that? i’m wasting myself hoping there might still be something worth fighting for. but you’re right; i’m the idiot, still hoping there’s some shred of humanity in you left to recognize what we were. that we once bled for each other.”

he took a step back, the intensity of her gaze making him feel as if she were slicing right through him, her words uncovering every scar she’d left. “this is your last chance, marisa. be in her life, or walk away for good. if you say no tonight, don’t come back with regrets later—neither of us will care, and you'll be alone.”

asriel’s hands curled at his sides, the heat in his eyes matching hers. he could see the faintest shimmer of tears, quickly smothered behind her anger, and he felt his own emotions pushing toward the surface, emotions he fought to keep locked away. “go ahead,” he said, voice hardening. “but be sure of your choice.” he watched her as she turned, taking the bottle from his hand, every inch of her as tense and brittle as he felt. her dismissal stung, the command to take the guest room a pointed rejection that twisted painfully in his chest. yet, as his gaze drifted down, he saw the golden monkey reaching out, the faintest brush of his fingertips grazing stelmaria’s fur, almost as if echoing the unspoken words lingering in the air between them. he watched as stelmaria, for a single moment, leaned into the touch, her silver fur softening under the golden monkey's fingers before she straightened, mirroring his own restraint.

the simple touch made asriel inhale sharply, and his voice softened, almost wistful, as he finally spoke of the daughter they both shared but had barely acknowledged tonight. “did you know,” he murmured, a last attempt as she walked away, “lyra’s begun to look more like you with every passing month. she has your fire, your stubbornness. sometimes she stands a certain way or glances at someone, and it’s as if i’m seeing you all over again.”

he paused, almost afraid to say more, yet unable to stop himself as the words spilled out. “i used to think she’d be better off without you. that the pieces of you she carried were remnants i’d prefer she didn’t have.” he hesitated, as if wrestling with something deep within. “but she carries you with her, marisa, as much as i do. it’s in every little rebellion, in every fierce glare she throws my way.” his eyes softened, the anger momentarily overshadowed by a vulnerability he rarely allowed to show. he knew he would never share this side of himself again, especially when speaking of lyra.

his gaze dropped to her again, this time not as a challenge, but a quiet plea. “you once said she looked like me, marisa. but not anymore. no, she’s your lookalike now.” he said softly. “and i think, sometimes, it’s her only real way to be close to you.”

she   could   feel   her   brows   come   together   before   she   could   stop   it   ;    the   frown   forming   on   her   forehead   was   deep,   just   as   the   tension   in   her   jaws   was   tight.   his   further   words   did   little   to   settle   it   all   down...   if   anything,   it   only   further   angryied   whatever   spirits   might   live   in   those   vicious   waves.   he   had   the   right   to   be   angry   with   her,   but   did   he   have   any   right   to   burden   her   with   the   weaknesses   of   his   own   mind?   for   wasn't   it   just   that?   a   weakness...   this   electrifying   force   that   ever   pulled   them   together...   not   even   all   those   years   had   made   its   force   lessen,   but   she   would   not   admit   it   weighted   down   on   her   own   shoulders   as   well.   she   refused   to   acknowledge   it.   for   what   other   excuses   could   she   tell   him   then?   oh,   how   she   wished   the   world   had   ever   been   quite   as   simple   as   it   seemed   in   all   the   fairytales   he   used   to   whisper   to   her   ear.   in   his   arms,   she   could   have   almost   believed   them...   &   the   more   crushing   it   was   to   know   it   wasn't   exactly   fairytales   ;    at   least   not   to   him.   it   seemed   like   nothing   was   impossible   to   him...   then   why   was   it   impossible   for   him   to   let   go?   ❝   being   here   certainly   won't   make   it   any   easier,   ❞   she   almost   snapped.   he   demanded   truth,   yet   all   he   did   was   lie   to   himself   as   well   :   that   hope   to   end   it   once   &   for   all...   whatever   venom   she   heard   in   his   voice   tonight,   the   anger   she   saw   burning   in   his   eyes,   his   body   betrayed   him...   the   longing   she   felt   in   every   attempt   at   connection,   once   so   welcomed   &   needed.   each   word   coming   from   his   lips,   too,   dared   her   to   bend.   to   admit   her   wrongs,   to   show   remorse   &   regret.   to   yet   take   it   all   back.   not   to   crush   him   even   further.

❝   if   there's   nothing   i   can   do   while   i'm   still   breathing,   perhaps   you'd   find   some   release   in   my   demise   ——   i   know,   i   would.   ❞   this   new   found   anger   successfully   covered   the   cracks   in   her   shell.   still,   even   now   she   failed   to   keep   the   most   vulnerable   parts   of   herself   buried   from   him...   he   would   always   crawl   right   into   her   mind   &   heart,   see   its   darkest   corners.   if   he   wanted   to   see   her   torment...   that   was   it...   pain   that   would   disappear   along   with   the   life   force   energy   filling   the   vehicle   of   her   body.   or   perhaps   not   ;    it   was   a   wish   to   have   it   dissolved   to   dust   just   like   dæmon   would,   instead   being   left   tortured   forever   &   ever   with   no   further   way   to   escape   it...   still,   this   time   she   did   not   look   away.   if   anything,   she   refused   to   look   down   at   stelmaria.   still...   she   could   feel   the   strength   of   her   gaze.   he   knew,   deep   down,   this   was   no   good   for   him,   just   like   she   knew   her   own   choices   would   only   further   leave   her   hollow   ;    still,   both   humans   stubbornly   turned   away   from   the   whispers   of   reason   at   the   back   of   their   minds.   even   then,   her   anger   did   not   fail   to   affect   the   golden   monkey   ;    his   urges   only   further   fueled   &   it   took   immense   self   control   to   keep   him   in   place.   she,   too,   found   that   it   would   be   so   easy   to   cross   the   distance   &   reach   out.   to   feel   again.   &   to   destroy.   things   she   still   held   in   her   heart   had   turned   brutal.   violence   seemed   like   the   only   safe   tool   in   her   hands...

❝   indeed,   ❞   she   muttered   cooly   then.   that   was   exactly   the   plan.   of   course,   it   sounded   so   selfish   when   coming   from   his   mouth   ; being   left   with   a   peace   of   mind   just   to   keep   the   pretence,   to   convince   herself   this   conformation   never   happened.   ❝   that's   exactly   what   i   intend   to   do.   because   you're   wrong...   i   can't...   nor   i   could   have   back   then.   we   can't   ;   not   then,   not   now.   i   told   you   that   many   times,   yet   you   keep   on   living   in   a   fantasy!   ❞   suddenly   strength   could   be   heard   in   her   voice   once   more,   the   challenge.   ❝   you   want   truth?   this   is   the   truth.   you   come   here   even   if   it   pains   you.   you   hope   for   things   we   long   lost.   you   live   in   the   past.   you   waste   yourself!   ❞   a   sigh   fell   past   her   lips.   he   knew...   he   had   to   know   that   she   took   no   pleasure   in   seeing   him   like   this   —   purposeless,   broken.   being   the   cause   of   this   state   had   left   her   with   a   wound   that   would   not   heal.   it   opened   the   very   day   she   first   entered   the   court   room.   if   anything,   it   only   grew   even   deeper   ;    like   a   twisting   knife   that   was   never   pulled   out.   it   was   their   blessing   &   a   curse.   their   drive...   their   ambition.   it   had   pulled   them   together.   it   had   driven   them   apart   too.   thousands   of   whispers   might   have   been   put   inside   her   head   when   starting   at   the   crossroads,   a   decision   that   possibly   could   have   impact   the   rest   of   her   life   —   there   was   no   room   for   emotions   &   sentiments.   the   cold   calculation   in   her   mind,   however?   simple...   lose   them   or   lose   her   entire   life,   for   even   if   they   stayed   together   there   would   be   nothing   left   but   resentment   &   there   would   be   nothing   to   come   back   to.   there   was   no   other   person   like   him,   not   a   single   soul   she   had   encountered   in   her   mind   that   would   radiate   with   such   command,   intelligent   &   resilience...   she   knew   he   would   bring   himself   back   up   from   the   ashes.   he   had   to,   she   told   herself.   for   the   reality   to   not   much   those   expectations   was   like   a   slap   to   her   face.

still,   she   scoffed   with   a   shake   of   her   head.   ❝   who   would   have   thought...   an   act   worth   of   the   devil   himself   —   daring   to   keep   on   mentioning   her   name   to   me...   you   give   me   an   ultimatum   of   either   being   a   happy   family   or   making   sure   i   would   never   lay   my   eyes   on   her   again?   ❞   another   step   closer,   she   could   almost   feel   his   breath   on   her   face   now.   she   didn't   even   notice   when   the   distance   narrowed   quite   so   much.   ❝   you   want   to   punish   me?   go   ahead.   punish,   destroy,   rip   me   apart   like   they   did   to   you.   but   you   can't   take   away   something   i   had   already   given   up.   ❞   &   now   he   asked   her   to   further   crush   whatever   hope   there   was   still   lit   within   his   being.   her   mind   seemed   to   scream   with   rehearsed   sentences   of   'yes,   you're   no   more   than   a   memory',   of   'you   really   should   never   come   back   here   again'.   there   was   suddenly   a   lump   in   her   throat,   keeping   her   from   uttering   those   very   words.   keeping   her   from   performing   the   greatest   act   she   would   have   put   on   in   her   entire   life.   her   lips   pursed   even   further   &   she   found   herself   taking   the   bottle   from   his   hand   before   turning   away   with,   ❝   the   guest   room   is   on   the   left.   ❞   oh,   how   she   wished   to   cease   it   against   the   wall...   if   only   the   grip   of   her   fingers   would   not   break   its   neck   even   sooner.   angry   tears   filled   her   eyes.   &   then...   electricity   rushed   along   her   spine   ;    no   more   that   a   tip   of   a   black   finger   had   brushed   though   the   silver   fur   of   stelmaria's   paw.

[asrielbelacquaaaa]

MORALITY ALIGNEMENT TEST - ASRIEL

why did i even bother taking that test?

tagged by: i don't remember where i saw it

tagging: everyone who wants to do it i guess (though i'm curious what @kingofthewebxxx and @cculters would have like who's the most evil between them)