#destineden

[originalmoonkid]

Are we destined to meet

Or was it just a good luck of mine ?

Oh honey, you have no idea .

How your smile has let me Awestruck.

[austerulous]

◈  @destineden clicked the ♡ to get a web weaving

1. Dead Stars by Ada Limón. 2. Alessio Albi Photography. 3. Gregory Orr, The Caged Owl: New and Selected Poems; from ‘Wild Heart’. 4. Summer by Chen Chen. 5. Richard Brautigan. 6. 1899. 7. George Sand to Gustave Flaubert, June 1870. 8. The Silent Voice by Gerald Moira. 9. Warsan Shire.

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|| @destineden -> Plotted starter [ Ber & Vash ]

' Hmnh, what delicious donuts! ' Or so Vash thought as he walked through the streets of a city. He was on a break, luckily it did not seem like people knew about the reward for catching the Humanoid Typhoon, so for now he did not need to run away.

But of course, there was a limit to tranquility. Wherever the man in the red jacket is, there will always be trouble. Or so they used to say… And that day was to be no different.

Vash almost choked when he heard someone shouting, looked up and turned to go see what was going on.

[red9]

Zach : “ have i ever told you how perfect you are? ”

              OTP Prompts @destineden

              It was the sort of praise that once upon a time, came so rarely from the man. He who always held such high standards- in just about everything he did. It was working under him he learned the hard way, bringing him into the fold within Faith’s region. Back when he had little faith, back when he was easily ready to run his mouth when forced to work. It was through the bliss, and assisting him that he learned there was little time for non-believers, those who slacked off often turned to angels rather than put up with their rebellious attitudes. Zach was the one who often had a say of what would come of those, at the end of the day. A VIP, Zach holding his fate in his hands.  Zach, who once had his doubts in his skill, was quick to warm up to him, learning he was in fact worthy of working alongside him. Assisting with his research, helping produce stronger strains of bliss, helped in production and ensuring all would be set the day the world would somehow come to an end. 

              What he’d never expected was to fall so hard for him. How many late nights spent alongside one another in the lab would make him feel this way. Maybe it was the bliss, or maybe it was because he really didn’t have anyone else. All he knew was that when the day would come, it was Zach he’d want to be beside as they walked through Eden’s Gate. Just as they were now, hidden away inside his secret bunker. Their own little paradise, private and tucked away from the eyes of the other followers. What they did was forbidden, after all, a sin in the eyes of god. He would atone later– or gladly burn if it meant being able to stay beside him. 

              The comment came seemingly out of the blue, the radio on low as they lay tangled up in one another. The aftermath of their pleasure still clung to their skin, their heartbeats in sync as he lay his head against his chest. Times where they felt almost normal, like if he closed his eyes  he could believe they were just a regular, happy couple. Stars danced behind his eyes, that gentle tune that carried on the wind in Henbane lingering in his mind, fingers tracing patterns across his skin as his voice cut through a content silence in the night. A hazy blink, as if awaking from a dream, left his eyes searching for him, looking up at the other to meet his gentle gaze. 

              Always knowing just what to say, the words left a gentle smile tugging at his lips. Endearing how sappy he could get when no one else was around. Just for his eyes and ears alone, when he didn’t have to play VIP or business man- not even Feeney- Just Zach- his Zach. A soft hum rolled past his lips at the thought, as if thinking aloud about his question, already knowing the answer. “Not recently- maybe just one more time, to jog my memory, eh? I think I’ve worked enough overtime for some praise... don’t you?”

[blesscdbliss]

Joseph : ❛ We must not rule with cruelty and callousness. ❜

tumblr enacts a hate crime // @destineden

"Family" meetings always end up with Joseph lecturing or preaching at some point. Updates are given, and occasionally, there's money passed between them to whoever can predict when the preaching starts.

Jacob is the one with the heaviest pocket of change today, and while Faith stands, all elegance and attentiveness, she can't help but glance over to John when Joseph's back is turned. It only takes a second of eye contact with him to pass along the look.

This lecture is for you

[mslangermann-a]

@destineden / ber (prompt) ; ❛  oh, i’m not going to rush this. i’m going to take my sweet time.  ❜

Down here the darkness threatened to swallow her whole. The faint flicker of torchlight did little to hold it back as she tried to make out her surroundings. Stone encircled her, leading her to believe she had to be underground. A cave system. Deep beneath the earth where light could not be found and her fear was all that was left to keep her company. They’d taken her clothes too and replaced them with a thin, white gown, already scuffed with dirt from her place on the cave floor. Her head was spinning. They touched her and she wanted to scream. 

In a sharpened panic, she continued to strain against the rope tied tight around her wrists. Desperately she thought of Blake, wondering where he was, how far they’d been separated. Again. No matter how tightly they held onto one another in this place, it was always sure to tear them apart. A dark, intrusive thought struck her then. What if he was dead? Lifeless in the dirt or hung on a stake as the pilot had been? 

No. She couldn’t let herself think like that. Blake was alive. She was going to find him. They were going to get out of this place. It was that thought and that thought alone that kept her going, that filled her with a fight that should’ve been torn away from her hours ago. On her knees she crawled towards a protruding rock, pawing at it with trembling fingers to make sure it was sharp enough on its edge. Her idea to fray the bonds against it failed miserably when she struck her own skin more times than the rope. A frustrated whine strained in her throat and she tried again. 

Her struggles had drawn a shadow from the dark. Lynn heard the scuff of feet on stone, a low groan at the edge of the nearest tunnel. Frozen in place, she stared with wide eyes, like an animal caught in a trap. Ready to pull its torn limb fear from metal jaws. 

“Don’t-!” She warned, her voice raw from disuse. “Don’t come any closer or I’ll fucking kill you!” Her threat was ignored, just as it had been when Sullivan Knoth’s followers were upon her. The man in the dark moved closer and soon he had her by the arm, dragging her to her feet. Lynn thrashed then, twisting in his grip, but he did not waver. His grip only tightened and she cried out, a bruise sure to form on pale skin. The iron hold jerked her forward, leading her down the tunnel he’d come. Lynn stumbled, blind as she was taken deeper into the earth. The tunnel opened up to a larger mouth, one filled with an inky reservoir. Near the large water was a smaller pool encircled by a ring of melting candles. 

“Please - stop,” Lynn whined, her voice higher now. Desperate. “Don’t do this.” 

He looked at her then and even in the dark Lynn could make out the satisfaction on his face. All color drained from her face. 

“Oh, I’m not going to rush this. I’m going to take my sweet time.” 

[letsbreakhearts]

@destineden​​ second one for Ber’s Trigun Verse

When Nicholas was handed a specific key, he was advised to only use it under dire circumstances. That this weapon - this beast - was supposed to be used when outnumbered or for distraction and at all other ocations locked up for good. Under the impression he would be given another weapon, he agreed to the deal, not knowing that the tool in question was a breathing human being - one with a fate as his own. 

When introduced to Ber, he was reluctant to accept and go on a mission with the strange man. “I work alone.”, he claimed, but there was no use arguing against Knives’ obviously. Judging by the looks of it, he was surprised to not get a leash for that guy on top of it. 

“Do you peak?”, was his first question after they were left alone. 

[mtnsedge]

“Your side wound is so...vaginal.”

— @destineden on our discord call

[baptst]

unsurprisingly to anyone John is fucking his drug dealer @destineden

[austerulous]

◈ @destineden clicked the ♡ to get a web weaving

1. D20: Neverafter. 2. Art by Evangeline Gallagher. 3. Hélène Cixous, Stigmata: Escaping Texts; from ‘Love of the Wolf’. 4. Wolf Children (2012). 5. Crush by Richard Siken. 6. Become the Beast by Karliene. 7. ? 8. Richard Siken.

[vashtxt]

✎: i literally just got here, but let's go!!

tell me why don’t we write together

Thanks for the follow tho! Tbh when I get time I'll do a new starter call, meanwhile if you want to plot or have any idea orr even just send your muse to Vash, go for it! I'm pretty open when it's about new interactions— Mostly because Vash is very friendly.

[red9]

                            When do you get your soft, italicized “oh”?

                                                    the kiss

              you typically wait until the last second to believe the truth--because it would destroy you to believe it, and then find out it was a lie. you are someone who has never wanted to want, but has rarely been able to do anything else. the idea that you might have to break down your walls for the sake of someone else, someone who could easily decide they don't like what is on the other side, is harrowing. why let people get close enough to be rejected? you are enough for yourself. and you will tell yourself that every time you catch yourself staring at their mouth, smirking at their joke, finding a reason to flick their shoulder. until the kiss. that's when the flood of want, want, want bowls over you and you realize that you are torn between two ways of living. Oh, you think. because despite how complicated you have made it, the moment you kiss, somehow, things seem incredibly simple. they won't be once you start thinking again, but for now, for this moment, you live in the quiet peace of revelation. Oh.

tagged by: @destineden ty bby <3 tagging: @devilsbaptist @fortrauma @antiibow @yngai @deadaim @moldcursed anyone who is reading this and wants to !

[blesscdbliss]

Ber : “You can barely get through this without crying, so that’s a no.”

I'm always feral for them // @destineden

Faith shakes her head, stubbornness and pride refusing to back down. Her eyes have been red and puffy since the day before when word had come that the oldest of their little family had been killed. If Jacob could be defeated, what chance did she have? What chance did any of them have? The doubt in her mind harshly conflicted with her desire to continue to follow and believe Joseph.

"I can do it, I want to come," she responds. Her word is law in the Henbane, and held with great respect in the other areas of Hope County. It's carried out without question. There's no demand in her tone here. Not with him. It's a plead. For help, for safety, for distractions.

"Let me help."

[mslangermann-a]

MUSE SURVEY , BATTLE EDITION ;

BOLD what consistently applies, italicize situational / not always. repost, please do not reblog !

fight honorably  / fight dirty / prefer close - quarters / prefer range /  chat during / go silent /  low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts / attack steadily  / go for the kill  / aim to disarm / fight defensively / strike first / provoked easily / provoke their opponent / tease /  get visibly frustrated /  shout while attacking  / use strategy  /  focus on their battle /  experience conflicting thoughts during battle  / rush in recklessly  / try to read their opponent before fighting  / fight wildly  /  fight calmly and/or apathetically / fight with anger  /  fight with excitement / fight because they have to  /  fight because they want to  / fight without regard to wounds /  run away when wounded / hide wounds  / take a blow to protect another / prefer a blade  /  prefer a gun  / prefer to use their ability / prefer a bow / prefer a shield  /  prefer a pole arm  /  prefer a personalized weapon  /  prefer magic or spells  /  prefer brawling  / their greatest weakness is physical  /  their greatest weakness is mental  / their greatest weakness is emotional /  transform for battle  /  fight as they appear  / rely on strength / rely on speed  / use everything they have / hide their full potential /  exhaust quickly  / high stamina  /  doubt their strength  / proceed with caution  / behave arrogantly  / brag after landing a hit /  belittle their abilities  /  use psychological tactics  / use brute strength  /  avoid civilians   /  strike down civilians  /  damage surroundings  / avoid damaging surroundings  /  signature fighting style / making it up as they go / mastered skillset /  learning their skillset  / fancy footwork /  sloppy footwork  /  messy fighter /  elegant fighter /  accept defeat  / refuse defeat /  beg for mercy  /  compliment their opponent  / insult their opponent / use unnecessary movements  ( flips,  twirls )  / move efficiently /  barely move  / prefer to dodge / prefer to block  / defend their blindside  / has no blindside  / use all available advantages  ( ex :  use a gun but also throw punches,  kick out while blades clash,  etc. ) /  strictly use one main method  /  play around  / hold back / fight ruthlessly  / show mercy  /  wait for opponent to be ready  / strike when opponent isn’t ready / fear death  /  fear pain  /  fear killing  / has ptsd /  avoid fighting  / has lost a fight /  has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill  / want to die standing  /  would succumb slowly

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Tagging: you! yes, you reading this. 

[letsbreakhearts]

@destineden​ For Ber’s Trigun Vers

Decades went by till Vash had seen his brother, only to learn his current actions would lead to the destruction of humanity when they finally ran into each other once more. As intriguing was his company. 

Perhaps love really did make you blind. His love for humans certainly did in many aspects sometimes. He blatantly and willingly ignored danger when it arises and mainly looked at the bright side of an entire species. Therefore he also believed to see something good and mostly hurt and broken in the muzzled creature - the experiment - traveling alongside Knives’. 

Teal, bright eyes marveled at the man in front of him. “What is my brother doing to you?”, he sounded concerned, yet his voice was soft, not mere a whisper filled with sadness, as he was reaching out for the muzzle in an attempt to free him. “This is inhumane.”

[austerulous]

◈   @destineden

Beautiful and rootless, great sprays of chrysanthemums decorated the shining foyer, their slender stems bending under the weight of their blooms.  Beautiful and rootless, Awa strode through the generic opulence of the hotel.  Duty’s crown did not weigh on them so heavily; they navigated their transient existence with flawless, infuriating poise.  Still every instinct in the mercenary screamed that he must protect them, shield them from the shadows that lurked within the asphalt veins of the city.  His devotion was evident in his healing bullet wound, knitted into its gory roots.

Hanzo was pinned silently to their side as the elevator ferried them skyward, and he fell into step with them when they exited, positioning himself between their sleek form and the seamless floor-to-ceiling windows.  Awash with rivulets of rain, a skyline of monoliths was blurred, faraway holographic advertisements and neon light diluted like lurid watercolours on the glass.  To his mind, it added to the intimacy, the sense of privacy they had once craved.  To his mind, electric tension crackled between them even now.

Awa’s suite was halfway to the heavens.  High enough to escape the wailing sirens of the megalopolis below, evading the pulse of the city that so often registered like a throbbing wound, a dull headache pounding behind the eyes.  There had been a time when they would have retreated together, scraped away their veneer and hung up their guard at the shadowy threshold between their public and private spheres.

Now, Awa bid him a good evening, their tone perfectly polite and devastatingly impersonal.  Speaking, but saying nothing.  They moved to slip inside, an elegant hand extended towards the sensor, triggering the door to close behind them.  They meant to shut him out with the rest of the world, to leave him to his duty of standing vigil.  Their sentinel, their shield. An employee.

Something in Hanzo bared its teeth, his carefully constructed façade of stoicism splintering as he thrust his foot into the narrowing gap, jamming the door open.  Even before he spoke, he had ripped away his mask.  Long suppressed and hidden beneath the armour of professionalism, a swell of unspoken words clawed their way to the still waters of his surface.

“No,” he hissed in a steely whisper.  “Enough of this.” 

With burgeoning resolve and boldness, he surged forward, squeezing inside the hallowed space, walking Awa back until their shoulder blades kissed a marble wall.  They need only raise the alarm and he would be expelled for his transgression, for taking such liberty.  Instead, they remained a picture of filtered, unflappable calm, their luminescence heightened by the equally artificial glow that bathed the interior. 

“I will not be shackled by silence.  I will not play these games.”  Hanzo’s voice was a fusion of frustration and raw vulnerability.  “Is it not clear that I am prepared to die for you?  And not out of duty – not because of something as frivolous as a salary.”

It was an insult to his love, to all they had.  If there had been any silver lining to his bleeding out on the concrete, it had been that Awa had held him, their glossy, plastic demeanour crumbling into something authentic.  That was what he desired, more than anything. Something real.

Slowly, he raised a hand, traced a knuckle along their jaw.  His heart thundered within the bony vault of his chest, its rhythm matching the torrential downpour that drummed against the walls.  A maelstrom of emotion swirled in the accursed no-man’s-land between them.  Hanzo had been the one to set the fire, now he burned in it.

“Awa… my feelings for you never changed.  Tell me, did yours die in Hanamura?”