#cculters

[asrielbelacquaaaa]

❝I don’t give a shit what you think.❞ ( opssss, on the train? before the train?)

Asriel’s jaw tightened at her cold dismissal, his blue eyes burning with barely restrained fury. The dim lighting of the car casted harsh shadows over his sharp features as he stepped closer to her, his voice low but brimming with venom. ❝You don’t give a shit what I think? Fine. But you damn well cared when it was convenient for you—when you needed me to clean up your mess, to pick up the pieces after you shattered everything.❞

He pointed a finger at her chest, his hand trembling slightly. ❝You abandoned Lyra. You abandoned us. And now you have the audacity to act like I’m the problem? Like none of this is your fault?❞ Asriel took a step back, shaking his head with a bitter laugh. ❝You can pretend all you want, Marisa, but deep down, you know the truth. You ran because you’re a coward, and you didn’t have the guts to stay and fight for her—or for me.❞ His voice softened, a flicker of pain breaking through his anger. ❝But don’t worry, I’ll keep doing what I’ve always done. I’ll fight. For Lyra. For the people down here who deserve better. And I’ll do it without you.❞ Without waiting for a reply, Asriel turned on his heel.

[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 ? ❞ 

[kingofthewebxxx]

" i guess, i shouldn't really be surprised... "

“Well well, look at you. Do be careful dear you may give Asriel a run for his money and no one wants that… or do they?”

[fracturedmist]

i can handle it myself. — @cculters

“ oh ‘s alright honey— seen a lot more people in your condition before now, ” her features are worn, a warmth to the strength of the lines on her face. she abandons her jacket on a nearby barstool, hair tied in a hastened up-do when she dabbles a dark cloth along the line trailing mrs. coulter’s temple. “ though you’re probably just unhappy over the lack of personal space. sorry ‘bout that. ”

the bar shifts to look more like home, a sprinkle of grandeur despite the dusty bottles and cloaked tables, gold finishings here and there, enough to be its own little pocket of time.

... people have gotten lost before. made cuts into worlds they shouldn’t be in and unleashed a deep sense of imbalance with it. nothing to the scale of recent events, but she’s aware of what must transpire— how the girl is making her journey through, and that it was only a matter of when regarding how mother’s path would stray from linear choice.

something is different. the tether has been tampered with, a wound far deeper and older than the one the woman currently nurses, a point of conviction greater than most when lingered upon. death pauses, if only for a moment, gaze drawn toward dæmon’s supposed hiding place before it returns to task at hand. “ ... can’t imagine it’s comfortable, keepin’ eachother apart like that. the door’s locked so he’s welcome t’come out safely if you like. ”

[lanternlit]

@cculters said: “  just calm down.  breathe.  i’ll take care of this.  ” { will }

an old meme    /    PROBABLY ACCEPTING ↷

❝ You’ll take care of⸺ ❞    He laughs, tonelessly, pacing the length of the room.

Incredulous. How can she be  so calm?  How can he calm down when he doesn’t know... Marisa should be calling the cops on him, not telling him to calm down.

There’s blood. All over his shirt, his hands, he thinks it’s in his hair. His vision is obscured. No injury on him. No memory of the past five hours, at least. Maybe more. He... Sleepwalking is one thing, the occasional hallucination, but a memory lapse like this? Something is happening to him. Something dark, he’s  becoming  something... dark. No, no, no, that’s his anxiety running away with him, again. But what the fuck is he supposed to think.

He’s wearing his glasses, he realises, and that, well, that explains the obscured vision. He doesn’t remember wearing his glasses, earlier. Forcing himself to a halt, he pockets them from his nose with a trembling hand, his body wound up like his spine is held up by fishing line. He looks past her.

❝ And how, exactly, do you plan to  ⸺  take care of this? Do you even know what this is? Because I don’t. ❞    His speech is frantic, emphatic, almost hysterical.

[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

[asrielbelacquaaaa]

" pffffff.... "

❝Almost a perfect, love. Wonder if I'm proud or disappointed.❞

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@cculters sent: ❰❰ DANCE ❱❱

                   ˜”*°•.      Dance.  She  couldn’t  help  but  arch  an  eyebrow   in  response .  She  was  busy ;  the  pile  of  work  endless  and  unlikely  to  finish  itself.   ❝ Do  we  really  need  to  do  this ? ❞  Still,  a  small  smile  crept  into  her  expression .  It  wasn’t  often  that  the  atmosphere  surrounding  them  would  be  relaxed,  after  all.  It  wasn’t  often  that  they  found  themselves  NOT  in  the  middle  of  a  battlefield  or  a  further  destruction  of  the  world.  And  yet,  she  eventually  gave  in,  took  her  hand.   ❝ I  hate  you.  ❞  Words  that  were  spoken  much  softly ,  though. 

[hatigave-a]

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.

[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

[kingofthewebxxx]

👀

Interaction Sheet Meme

Get to know: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Befriend: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Date: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Kiss/Make out: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Hook up with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Protect: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Help: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Kill: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Have drinks with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Have dinner with/cook with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Do a heist with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Make a mixtape for: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

Resolve a mystery with: NEVER! | I'd rather not | Convince me! | Sure why not? | Yes please | ALWAYS

“Considered adding poison to your diet? It can do wonders for your excitement with meals let me tell you”

[corxner]

#𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐗𝐍𝐄𝐑 an independent , private and semi-selective roleplay blog for my original character — 𝐅𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐱𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 , penned by 𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐚𝐞 (any pronouns , 20 , ICT ) . Follow from vorpaelyzis. DNI if you're under 18

Mature & dark themes present (many in which I don't support), not limited to : nsfw, horror ,violence, death , manipulation , blood , gore , cannibalism and more .

proceed with caution.

𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 : what it means to be 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧. a mortal's 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 , coming to terms with one's 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 and going beyond . self preservation at its finest , struggles with one's 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐲 . and desperate attempts at saving the 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 (himself).

Mains : @manuscr1pt — @cculters

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[asrielbelacquaaaa]

35

asriel sat on the edge of the bed, the dim light flickering from the fire casting shadows across his sharp features. marisa was lying next to him, and he turned to her, his voice quiet but tinged with an intensity she had come to know all too well. ❝you know, marisa,❞ he started, his tone almost casual but with an undercurrent of something else, ❝we've always been like this, haven't we? fighting against the world, against everything.❞ he let out a soft laugh, one that didn’t quite reach his eyes. ❝just the two of us, always pushing back. always wanting to destroy what others try to build.❞

he watched her for a moment, the weight of his words hanging between them. then, his lips quirked as if he found some strange amusement in the thought. ❝c'est nous contre le monde, as they say.❞ his accent was imperfect, a little too stiff, but the sentiment was there. he leaned closer to her, his fingers brushing lightly across her skin, his voice growing softer. ❝and i think we like it that way. the chaos, the destruction. It’s all ours, marisa. just ours.❞ his hand slid behind her neck, his grip tightening as he pulled her closer, their faces inches apart. ❝the world doesn’t understand us. and that’s why it won’t survive.❞ his words, soft and heavy, hung in the air, promising more than just their shared pleasure.

[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 ? ❞