#classicaltricks

[pekkt]

7. Does your character have recurring themes in their nightmares?

mostly it’s about her children, or if this is pre them dying it’s about any part of the future she can see. esp when she was little she had bad bad nightmares that were hard to decipher at a young age.

[glacierfront-a]

classicaltricks replied to your post: also im gently considering a soft reboot just to...

shove her gently into a wormhole :0 See What Happens

WHAT DO THEY DO IM TEMPTED do you think she’d survive

[sapphirescales]

“for how long? how long were you bottling this up?“ - classicaltricks x3verse maybe :0

hurt meme —— ( status: not accepting. )

     her hands tighten around the phone; she wishes she could see him. with his face in front of her to distract her from the honest concern in his voice there’s a chance that raven could lie better. and isn’t that ironic? honesty, from the god of lies, and for her at that. she’s known him for so many years, and in her head, she’s always taken care of him. she doesn’t know if that’s the truth, anymore. “i – “ the breath catches in her throat. raven swallows, roughly, and feels the sting of it like glass shards. there’s no one in the world that raven trusts anymore, no one in the world who hasn’t hurt her either through betrayal or the unwanted reminder of it. no one, except it seems, loki. “that’s not what i – it’s not like that.” she presses a hand to her eyes and tries to breathe steadily. and can’t. the heel of a palm digs into the eye socket when she asks, softly, “i can’t –can’t do this. not – not over the phone. come and find me. i– i have to go, okay? i can’t–”

     she hangs up. the phone clatters on the coffee table and her vision blurs. raven spends a good few minutes with her head in her hands, trying to breathe and failing. there’s something stuck in her chest, something long-wounded that cries at his gentleness instead of flinching from it. frustrated with herself, with the weakness of emotion, she gets to her feet and pours herself a glass of wine. and another, and another, until the night blurs into welcome sleep.

[ruinaa-archive-blog]

“I’m really worried about her, but I don’t think she wants me to call.” - classicaltricks, abt momravne?

protective starters.

          ( accepting -- mutuals // @classicaltricks , @sapphirescales )

          she doesn’t know how to tell him that she doesn’t think raven wants to talk to her very much right now, either, without opening the floodgate for a lot of questions or taunting or curiosity she doesn’t much have time for. still, his worry seems genuine, and it’s enough to make her a little gentler with him. (she doesn’t have a soft spot for loki, she tells herself, except she very much does.)

          sliding into the space beside him, she props an arm against the back of the couch, nearly around his shoulders. “why wouldn’t she want you to?” she knows raven cares about him, even if she pretends otherwise. his interest and desire to keep a connection with raven likely wouldn’t go over as poorly as josephine’s has over the last few weeks. josephine looks at him for a long moment before, carefully, “i think she’d like it. if you did.”

[revvolver]

“killed him? wait, what, literally?”

five word prompts

Status: NOT Accepting!

@classicaltricks

❝ No, I killed him metaphorically…..❞

When faced with the impossibly obtuse, Mccree resorted to acerbic WIT.  Though if the youth were to craft a defense centering around the implausibility of a man callously admitting to MURDER, Jesse may have let him slide.  Otherwise...the cowboy would anxiously wait until this discussion was over.

The recently deceased was a serial killer who preyed on women, Mccree’s conscience remained intact so as the vigilante sat cooly in the train cabin.  It felt....nice to take a life and likely have a decent nights sleep in the coming hours.

Despite conversing with a filly, Mccree still picked his words as if speaking to a stallion.

❝ Were ya’ gonna ARGUE on his behalf?❞

[ruinaa-a-blog]

a very descriptive and detailed profile of your muse. REPOST WITH THE INFORMATION OF YOUR MUSE, INCLUDING HEADCANONS, ETC. if you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own!  when you’re done, tag 5 other people to do the same!

NAME. josephine lewis bragin / ruin. AGE. 29 SPECIES. human mutant. GENDER. female. ORIENTATION. bisexual. PROFESSION. waitress at patsy’s diner, head of a support group for mutant survivors of government-funded labs and experimentation.

PHYSICAL ASPECTS.

BODY TYPE. slim but soft, with wider hips and thighs. EYES. big and blue, with thick lashes, though they’re light. HAIR. long, blonde, and wild –– often tucked in a ponytail or braided down her back, but even then, it seems close to springing out of whatever elastic she’s wrapped around it. currently, it falls pretty far down her back and could probably use a trim. SKIN. fair, freckled, easily burned in the sun.

FAMILY.

SPOUSE. roman bragin. CHILD(REN). ridley, isabel, andrew, and ellie bragin. SIBLINGS. elliot cole –– adopted. PARENTS. henry collins, myrtle lewis –– both estranged. ANY PETS? prizrak, a german shepherd; princess, a rottweiler; rocky, king george, and duchess, stray alley cats she invited inside who never left.

LIKES.

COLOURS. soft pastels –– lavender and rose, sky blue and cream; burgundy; black. SMELLS. citrus, lavender, fresh laundry, roses, freshly-cut grass, the sea. FOOD. any type of pasta, peaches, movie theater popcorn. DRINKS. coffee, tea, white wine, sweet tea with mint.

OTHER DETAILS.

SMOKES? she used to, and now does occasionally, though it’s very, very rare. DRUGS? no. DRIVER LICENSE? she just recently got it. EVER BEEN ARRESTED? yes, all for small crimes. 

tagged by: @classicaltricks tagging: @illwriteatragedy / @dirtypaw, @illuziion, & whoever wants to, but tag me!

[pekkt]

❝ What if its not everything I dreamed it would be? ❞

“you are expecting differently? don’t be a fool, you’re not so stupid to think it will all be exactly as you hope. exact does not exist. it’s a word for something imagined and craved but you can never have it, not really. sit.”

she remembers having eyes like moons and sitting on her heels before a different version of him. it’s a faint memory, something so blurred that sigyn only sinks into the wonder of it for two whole seconds before it evaporates like water on a hot stove.

now it is different.

“do you know how many dreams i have? how many visions i chase like a dog to a wild hare?”

[glacierfront-a]

@classicaltricks​ this is julie’s “oh good! great! i’m glad” face esp re: him stealing her lemonades

[sapphirescales]

☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them :0

send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse …         ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them .

     it looks like we’re stuck here, loki had said, far too cheerfully. he drags her off into dark parts of what he claims to be the universe; raven just suspects that he has the ability to teleport and chooses remote areas of the world she hasn’t seen yet. 

they’re huddled together in a cave now, but it’s not really gotten worse than this before, so she’ll still go with him. their shoulders are pressed together, and the rain pours down hard enough that raven shivers, in spite of the crackling fire. he can probably feel it – and feel it when she flinches as lightning strikes overhead. raven moves away from him slightly, and pulls her knees to her chest, as though reverting to the small girl she’d once been. “ – sorry.”

[ruinaa-archive-blog]

‘how else do you think i got in here?’

STRANGER THINGS. // accepting.

          there’s an exfoliating mask smudged across her face, bright green and smelling vaguely minty, and a bottle of wine tucked beneath her arm. she’s waltzing from the kitchen to the living room -- the apartment to herself for the night, and while that’s normally a lonely thought, she’s looking forward to binge-watching terrible lifetime movies and maybe spending an hour or two in the bath later and eating as much of the leftover cheesecake she wants without having to share a single bite -- when she stops short and nearly screams. 

          loki, lounging on the sofa like he owns the place, and when he looks up to see her, too, she can see that awful, no-good smirk curve his mouth. it doesn’t matter how he got in, but she asks anyway, and of course it’s something as ridiculous as the hallway linen closet and -- he needs to go away, now.

          “nice of you to come by and all, kid,” if she were more sure that he wouldn’t snap her off to some far corner of the universe or distant planet or wherever it is he goes, she’d haul him up by the arm and walk him out herself, but that probably wouldn’t last very long, either. “but you really need to go. this is a party of one, not two, thank you.”

[heartsided-blog]

❁ - Wearing a top that’s too big for them uvu tiny son

show a little skin .

     → ( not accepting . )          ❁ - Wearing a top that’s too big for them, showing off their collarbone / shoulders

     HE NEVER LISTENS to her. she wonders if he ever listens to anyone, or if he’s just gone through his whole life not listening and doing the exact opposite of what everyone tells him to do. it probably explains the mythology …

     as a result, he’s soaked to the skin. he borrows their shower, only because phoebe insists. it’s too awkward to sneak into piper and leo’s room to borrow one of leo’s shirts ( piper’s already threatened violence on the next person who sees leo’s orbs who isn’t her  ). so phoebe just passes loki one of her old shirts. well, one of cole’s old shirts, permanently borrowed before she’d ever known the truth about him. it’s dark, and well worn by her, and it’s bigger on loki than it is on phoebe.

     he looks … strangely young. strangely vulnerable, with his little shoulders and the collar of the shirt dipping the way it is. less like a godling and more like … a kid. this unexpected ( and untruthful ) vulnerability is what makes phoebe cross the room and towel his hair dry for him with soft, even movements. she hangs the towel around his neck, lets the material soak up the little droplets dripping.

     “sorry i don’t have anything smaller for you,” she pauses, “unless you’re okay with wearing one of my shirts … “

     at least sixty percent of her wardrobe are just cropped shirts. but he doesn’t need to know that.

[egodying-blog]

         ❛❛   if you’re here to remind me of what a horrible person i am ;  i already know .   ❜❜     what should he have done instead ?  what he had done was no good ,  it was bad in the eyes of most ,  but back then it seemed like his only option .     ❛❛   regret will not undo past events ,  but nor will your presence .  so could you move along so i can finish my level and ignore that certain aspect of our past like it never happened ?   ❜❜     just as everyone believes .  to most loki ,  agent of asgard ,  was just kid loki  —  all grown up .      // ( @classicaltricks )

[pekkt]

32. Describe a scenario in which your character feels most uncomfortable.

any event where she has to play nice completely and is just NOT in the mood to do it. like if she’s in the right mood she can slip into any role she has to but that’s not always the case and then her being uncomfortable results in her kind of being an asshole.

[glacierfront-a]

“ this tangy yellow beverage is truly delightful. ” ;v;

TEEN TITANS.

    “Oh, good. I’m glad.”

    So glad. Can’t you see it in the death lasers that are her eyes?

     But when Loki makes a humming noise in the back of his throat and offers the lemonade that was hers back, she shakes her head, waves the gesture away. As if she wants to share spit with him. Hell -- why not? We all die anyway, right?!

     Ugh.

    “Why don’t you just. Finish it. Yeah. I’m good. This is -- no, this is. What I wanted. All along. I bought it -- for the sole purpose. Of. Yeah. You know. I’m glad you like it.”

[sapphirescales]

[classicaltricks] ❝ reached the limit of what you can do with imagination? why not try occult dark magic ❞

wolf pupy xmen au that is actually canon —- ( status: accepting. )

     she blinks at him and then winces. “occult dark magic? does that include necromancy? ‘cause a zombie apocalypse is gonna clash with taco tuesdays … “

[heartsided-blog]

& ---- @classicaltricks !

     “if you keep sniffing that, you’re gonna turn into a toad.” not really, but he probably should stop sniffing demon vanquishing potions.