#fortrauma

[redemn]

if  they  weren’t  both  curled  up  behind  large  metal  container  ,      squatted  in  a  thin  pool  of  stagnant  water  in  some  attempt  to  avoid  several  pairs  of  scanning  eyes  ,      arthur  might  have  called  this  a  simple  ,      peaceful  ,      quiet  time  with  leon  .      unfortunately  for  the  both  of  them  ,      the  solid  concrete  cobblestones  easily  do  a  number  on  their  knees  .      several  times  ,      arthur  has  to  slowly  shift  his  position  ,      until  he’s  practically  leaning  against  leon’s  side  in  a  strenuous  attempt  to  keep  upright  while  still  remaining  hidden  .

it  takes  what  feels  like  an  eternity  before  the  footsteps  fade  away  .      arthur’s  quick  heartbeat  has  found  its  rhythm  again  ,      but  he  still  casts  his  gaze  at  leon  as  though  he  suspects  there  may  be  something  else  lurking  ,      holding  its  breath  until  one  of  them  appears  .

@fortrauma  .      ❝    that  was  close  ,      huh?    ❞

arthur  blinks  ,      slow  and  true  .        ❝        you’re  damn  right  that  was  close  .        ❞        with  a  huff  of  air  through  his  nose  ,      he  moves  away  ,      slowly  scooting  in  inches  toward  the  edge  of  the  container  ,      where  he  can  peek  out  and  make  sure  nothing  else  has  an  eye  on  them  .      it’s  been  five  minutes  .      more  than  enough  time  for  their  tracks  to  be  washed  clear  of  suspicion  .      but  he  dares  little  to  raise  his  voice  higher  than  the  harsh  whisper  he’s  speaking  at  now  .        ❝        and  hopefully  the  closest  they’re  gonna  get  .      don’t  know  what  they  would’ve  done  if  they  caught  us  .      they  don’t  look  like  the  type  to  kill  us  quick  .        ❞

╰ ゜TLOZ : TP STARTERS.  /  𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 .

[avernusfuries]

"You know," Karlach began, and leant across the bar, where the tiefling children hurried back and forth to ply the patrons of Last Light with their drinks. "Normally I would be weirded out by kids pouring drinks, but I just watched one of them mix up a cocktail that put a halfling on her ass." Perhaps they might've considered a career as an alchemist in the future? Those were always in high demand, after all. "I think I'm a little scared to order something."

@fortrauma liked for a small thing. ( not accepting ).

[lasplaga]

💖 but also maybe a little bit of 🔪

「𝔖」 The image of something deadly swooshing around the core of his body. With many legs wriggling & writhing, a tiny tyrant that had hatched was crawling around under his skin. Spraying an unholy venom, it transforms what used to be Leon into a different creature.

𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄, 𝐓𝐇𝐈�� 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

Where his head used to be, those tentacles were twisting & turning. Like a parasite protruding from the belly of a mantis & performing a wild, nauseating dance... He suppressed a sudden rush of fear, smothered a scream in the back of his throat, & shook off the hallucination. But in time, the illusion would become reality.

𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁, 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐍. 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐎𝐌.

[polardestiny]

something nice from the prompts tag ! ↪ Q ; ❛ this day feels like it's never gonna end. ❜ --@fortrauma

leon  had  been  a  new  addition  to  the  place.

when  clair  finished  her  internship,  frankie  found  themselves  with  an  empty  cabin  and  an  itch  for  more  companionship.

so  when  leon  appeared  in  town  looking  --  well,  hunted  and  haunted,  for  lack  of  better  wording  --  it  seemed  simple  enough  to  offer  him  a  job,  a  place  to  stay.

"it's  easy  work,"  they  had  said  to  him  at  the  time.  "just  need  someone  to  help  me  with  the  dogs.  maybe  shoot  a  moose  here  n'  there  while  i'm  out  on  a  race."  it  still  felt  weird  to  them  that  they  were  the  one  in  charge  of  things  now,  and  not  just  listening  to  others.

but  then  some  days  were  like  this,  where  it  felt  like  everything  was  going  wrong,  even  on  a  simple  easy  day  the  way  they  usually  had  them,  and  leon  seemed  especially  exhausted.  maybe  he'd  been  having�� nightmares  --  frankie  had  heard  yelling  from  the  cabin  a  few  days  in  the  past  few  months.

(  this  day  feels  like  it's  never  gonna  end,  he  says.  )

"yeah,"  they  fire  back,  snorting  a  little.  "yeah,  fuck,  it  really  does.  uh--  hey,  i'll  cook  tonight,  you  go  get  washed  up,  come  join  me  at  the  main  house."

[aintashes]

tension hangs around them like a gaseous form of matter, thickening the air. daryl's deft hands make easy work of sharpening one of his hunting knives, leaving him plenty of space and time to contemplate. but it might be a little too much: every now and then he can feel leon's eyes studying his pensive expression. he knows that it's only a matter of time, then, until he brings it up.

i never know when you're being quiet because that's just how you are, or if there's something wrong, @fortrauma says with even tone, breaking the silence that had claimed the space between them for hours now.

leon's words pull daryl's gaze to him. though they haven't known one another for very long, the level of trust that he holds in his travel companion is strong. but perhaps it's not strong enough to reveal all of the nitty gritty ways that daryl's mind tends to spiral, turning on him like a wounded animal turns and bites anything that comes close.

a sigh exhales through daryl's nose, bottom lip catching between his teeth as thoughts roll through his brain. he's not trying to be obtuse— this is just the way he is. the only way he knows how to be. ‘ it don't matter, ’ he finally responds, attention turning back to his work. and what should it matter to leon, really? daryl doesn't believe that the things that haunt him are worth hearing.

[red9]

Leon's giving him a kiss, and another one, and another one, and another one, and a-

              @fortrauma inbox prompts.

              It was something he would never tire of, these brief  and fleeting moments of adoration and affection Leon would rarely show. To think of how far they’d come, that once upon a time, Leon would soon rather bare his teeth and fight, guard raised high and bristling at the thought of him even coming near. Now here they were, tangled up in each other's arms, met with an unexpected flurry of kisses that left a fit of laughter rolling from his chest. Hands held tightly to his waist, drawing him in, never truly knowing what he did to deserve him- but never once taking for granted having him near.

              “It’s nice to see you too...” Lips came to meet his brow in return, one cheek, then the other, having no intention of letting him go. “How about one more…” A tempting thought, but before he could say a word, lips were quick to capture his in one last eager little kiss.

              " I love you, Leon.”

[fractempyreal]

𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 . Foul stench fills the Devil's nose , immediately bringing it to crinkle in disgust at the scent . ROT fills the air , permeating the remnants of the entire city . Whatever life there once was now seems BARREN save for the empty husks that once housed a human soul . PITIFUL , how far man has fallen ( even with as lowly his thoughts were of them , to have sunk even further ) .

𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 , 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 , 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 , sliced in two & lain on the concrete before gaze casts aside towards the source . Expression remaining even despite finding himself with a sliver of LIFE that he would not have expected . ❛ Then there are those that survived . ❜ @fortrauma has come across the devil

[yngai]

❛ oh, good, you're here too. ❜

EVERYTHING EVERYWHERE ALL AT ONCE  «  𝘈𝘊𝘊𝘌𝘗𝘛𝘐𝘕𝘎 .

she stands apart, elbows perched on the edge of the balcony, a rare dove for the eyes of a lucky bird-watcher, one door & one set of half-opened blinds blocking her view of the ongoing celebration . office parties can be so drab, it's no wonder he'd come out here for some respite, a chance to breathe, only to be met with a cloud of cigarette smoke . she does tend to grow impatient, knowing leon's next move & waiting for it & she thinks it might be impractical, letting him on one of her many vices . maybe he'll think it all part of blending in, an effort to match the chain-smoking, whiskey-drinking souls that toss papers all day around USSTRATCOM's headquarters . she's even wearing a beige suit one size too big, a loose tie wrapped around the collar of her red dress shirt, how could they tell her apart from any other lucky intern that catches the eye of america's greatest hero ?

“ not happy to see me ? ” there should be some melancholy in her voice, play to the lovesickness of a six year absence that always begins & ends in a pointed gun, but she can't help but revel in the slight pause in his step upon her sight, the confusion & uncertainty she carries through her presence . ada wong is a frustrating mystery, one she enjoys watching others try to solve & what she likes about leon is he knows he can only get so far . ada tilts her head, snuffing out her cigarette against the railing . she meets his gaze with a prying smile, proud to have snuck into this side of his life without getting caught, “ hmm⸺ like i'd miss your homecoming party, needed a chance to say mission accomplished, handsome . ” there's a laugh at herself, at him & the words she chooses, enough to show teeth .

“ what a shame nobody knows i could take half the credit . ”

[tracksdowna]

@fortrauma: ❝ what are you trying to say? ❞

it's nerve-wracking, being honest with someone. this was a long shot — a cry for help. body and soul lost out to sea, voice barely audible over crashing waves, begging for someone to hear him and pull him back to safety. the scorpion paces like some wild creature in a cage, trapped in this suit, in this life, in this fate. you've killed, you've destroyed, you even assisted in an act of bioterrorism. why would anyone want to help you? but, federal agent hasn't told him to get out yet or pulled a gun on him, so those were both good signs. maybe there's hope.

❝ i'm tryin' t'say i wanna make a deal, ❞ every muscle tenses with the confession, looming presence how hunched over, voice rising in desperation to be heard, ❝ information — proof of oscorp's doings, ❞ mask is tightly gripped in an attempt to steady trembling hands. this could be it, finally, a chance to do the right thing. ❝ i want norman osborn to suffer an' rot for what he's done — i want that man to feel regret for the rest of his fuckin' life, an' i think you can help make that happen. ❞

[lasplaga]

✍️ !

「𝔖」 " 𝐈𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐩 & 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲, 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐲-𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 & 𝐠𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲? & 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐭, 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐲, 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 ��𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐲-𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲. "

[sarastuss-a]

SEEMS THAT TROUBLE HAS FOUND YOU ONCE AGAIN, HERO, : PERHAPS YOUR TENDENCY TO SEEK IT IS TO BLAME! 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒, but oh, how badly these shadows compete against it. magic, a curse so twisted ... it threatens to drain away all the aether of what it touches : the abandoned, lifeless scenery a proof of such. &. now it all manifests in the shape of shadow creatures, aiming to make her &. her companions part of them. SHE REFUSES SUCH FATE, ONCE AGAIN SHE FORGES AHEAD!

LIGHT MANIFESTS IN HER HAND, : MAGIC OF ANCIENT TIME STILL EMBEDDED INTO HER VEINS. ( original lifeline, forever part of you, no matter the sundering. ) ... 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄, striking down two of the foes ahead. but many still stood. they surrounded them, aiming to overwhelm the company. it is when she suddenly feels it, a shadow creeping too close, DESPITE THE LIGHT, EVEN SHOULD IT BE BLINDED IN THE PROCESS : it wants her life. but this, will not be granted to it. not when a strong grip takes hold, pulling her aside just in time. @fortrauma sender  pulls  receiver  out  of  harm’s  way. ... she stumbles from the pull, but does not fall. quickly her gaze rises, as if expecting to see a foe : BUT IT IS NO CURSE OF THE SHADOW, it is like them. &. at least a friend enough, having saved her from a strike. ❝ thank you. ❞ SHE NODS, adding to the gratitude. 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍! they shall talk after this is done.

[aintashes]

‘ should only be another day... maybe two. they're startin' to thin out. ’

daryl lowers his binoculars, looking over to @fortrauma if only to confirm that he'd been listening. this companionship of theirs is still fresh— they've only been moving together for a few weeks, at most. but when you spend even that much time around someone you don't know, it starts to become clear, at least to daryl, whether or not traveling side by side is going to work out.

they have a few things in common, at least. neither of them are particularly uncomfortable with silence— something daryl is grateful for. he doesn't know if they would have gone as far with one another if leon were the type to fill quiet moments with his own voice. and beyond that, they're both tactical; they excel in combat and work well as a team, especially when there's a goal that needs to be met.

so their partnership has worked thus far. daryl can't say he would be particularly distraught if leon suddenly decided to go his own way, but he must admit that it's been nice to have someone he feels like he can trust around. with a small gesture to leon, daryl slides his binoculars back into his bag. if the herd is clearing and they're moving on soon, they'll need to start packing up their little camp.

‘ — you figure out where we're headed? ’

[brutlist]

hello!! ❤️ i'm simply here passing along some positivity because we all could use reminders of it in the rpc: a reminder that you're admired, a reminder of how talented you are in every aspect, & a reminder that your mutuals are here with you for a reason! please always remember to be kind to yourself, take breaks when they are wanted or needed, and never worry about posting regularly, or even what it is that you're posting about ( whether it be writing/muse related or simply just ooc ). you're an incredibly talented individual, & i can promise that no matter when it is, it'll always be a joy to see you on the dash! feel free to spread this message to some of your mutuals ( or write your own! ) so we can keep on spreading the good vibes!!

I blow you SO many kisses ♥ ♥ ♥

[red9]

gives him a lil smooch ♥

              The feeling of love, for so long had been a foreign one. A concept almost alien to him, and something he felt almost undeserving of. As if the sins of his past would warrant him unlovable, the thought of a lover so gentle as he being hardly more than a fantasy in his day to day. For years he dreamt of a love like this, in a world where he might escape the horrors he was subjected to. Now? he was dreaming of a life where he might live alongside Leon. Just the two of them, in a far away place where he could admire him as he’d lay sleeping- only to stir him to waking with his love. A fantasy best left behind lock and key, and a secret he'd take to his grave.

              Surely it was love that would make a man this way, craving each tender caress of their lips like a long needed drag from a cigarette. A moment to breathe him in, like a drug he could never get enough of, needing one more hit- one more taste in hopes of sating the hunger within. Why fingers would come to slip through fine gold strands, cigarette cast aside without second thought as he’d pull him in for more. One measly peck- one brief caress was never enough with him. Why he’d hold him close, one hand at his waist, meeting him with an eagerness that left him backing the other against the nearest object for support. There he could keep him captive, if only for a while, smiling against his lips as he’d break away to let the man catch his breath.

              “What, you think I’d let you get away? C’mon Leon, you should know better than that..”

[deathchasing]

hello!! ❤️ i'm simply here passing along some positivity because we all could use reminders of it in the rpc: a reminder that you're admired, a reminder of how talented you are in every aspect, & a reminder that your mutuals are here with you for a reason! please always remember to be kind to yourself, take breaks when they are wanted or needed, and never worry about posting regularly, or even what it is that you're posting about ( whether it be writing/muse related or simply just ooc ). you're an incredibly talented individual, & i can promise that no matter when it is, it'll always be a joy to see you on the dash! feel free to spread this message to some of your mutuals ( or write your own! ) so we can keep on spreading the good vibes!!

i'm late responding to this but i saw this yesterday morning when i really needed it ;o; ty jay!! u are so sweet and a fantastic writing partner (with such thoughtful characterization!) and a delight to be around. i am so lucky to have met u and i make heart-eyes every time i see u on the dash. <3

[redemn]

happy birthday! 🎉✨ i hope it goes wonderfully for you

thank you sooo so much for this !!! i am having a pretty wonderful day today , just off work and chilling , so i'd say this is a birthday success . thank you so much for the kind words , thank you for being such a great presence on my dash . x

╰ ゜KAT'S 28TH .  /  𝚋-𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 .