#kardiaerasti

[taleswrittena]

@kardiaerasti​ sent a kiss after being pulled into an alley to have a moment to themselves or a dominating (or more passionate) kiss to end an argument ... or both ( klaus, from dave <3 ) 👀

Whatever they’d previously been arguing about is long forgotten as soon as he’s pulled into an alleyway with an ‘oof’ of surprise before Dave’s lips meet his in a dominating passionate kiss. Whatever they were arguing about, it was probably stupid, as they don’t argue too often. 

Wedged between the alley wall and Dave, Klaus hums into the kiss, eyes fluttering shut as their head tilts to deepen the kiss, tongue meeting tongue. Oh, they it when Dave gets like this, and Klaus is sure Dave knows that. They’re like putty in their boyfriend’s hands.

“Not fair.” Klaus mutters against the other’s lips but despite the soft weak protest, Klaus arms wrap around Dave’s neck and he pulls him closer, body against body with little room between them.

[courtofmuses-archive]

@kardiaerasti​ sent:  [ TENSION ]  one muse is patching up the other’s injuries which leads to intense eye contact,  lingering touches and them finally crashing their lips against each other’s.

Steve is not a paramedic but he’s doing the best he can to clean up the wound on Billy’s stomach. It still seemed surreal that the guy was alive that he’d managed to survive so much; his abusive father, the Mindflayer. It felt even more believable that Billy had fought along side them though he hadn’t gotten out of it unscathed. Luckily, he hadn’t been badly hurt and it was something Steve could take care of on his own. 

They were in the kitchen of Steve’s house, his parents nowhere to be seen. They hadn’t been home in weeks and when news of the “earthquake” had reached them in Florida, they’d called to make sure he was fine and the house was still standing and said they’d be home soon. Not that Steve believed that for a second. The only reason they’d called at all was because it was an obligation. He was used to it. It had stopped bothering him a long time ago. 

Occasionally, he glanced up at Billy, his work gentle even as he felt the other man tense beneath his touch. “’M sorry,” he muttered. Steve balled up the bloody gauze and grabbed a new stack, folded it, and pressed it against the gash. “Hold this.” With the gauze in place he taped it up. “Done.” 

Once again he glanced up at Billy from where he crouched before him. “I think you’ll live.” The tension between them is so thick Steve could cut it with a knife. The way Billy is looking at him both excited and exhilarated him. 

Before he can think or stop himself, Steve surged up and his lips met Billy’s in a heated, fierce kiss.

[hellxfireclub-moved]

                                 @kardiaerasti​ // closed starter // werewolf au

                              THERE   IS   NOTHING   BUT   EXCRUCIATING,   all-consuming   pain   ripping   through   his   body.   His   skin   feels   like   it’s   on   fire,   and   Steve   has   to   keep   himself   from   attempting   to   peel   it   off   of   his   bones   with   his   fingernails.   He   doubles   over   and   grits   his   teeth   against   a   scream   as   another   bout   of   pain   tears   through   him,   driving   him   to   his   knees.   Beneath   him,   the   forest   floor   is   cool   and   he   can   smell   the   rotting   vegetation.   He   can   hear   the   sound   of   an   insect’s   wings   flapping   from   yards   away.   Everything   is   too   intense   and   it   rocks   through   him   like   an   earthquake.   

Overhead,   the   full   moon   shines   through   the   sparse   canopy   as   though   it’s   taunting   him.   He   can   feel   the   pull   of   it   in   his   bones,   and   his   heart   is   hammering   so   fast   in   his   chest   Steve’s   sure   it   will   burst   from   his   chest.   He   clenches   his   teeth   again,   presses   his   hands   into   the   ground,   fingers   digging   into   the   soft   dirt   as   something   inside   of   him   pops,   then   cracks.   His   bones   are   shifting,   his   organs   are   moving,   and   all   he   can   think   about   is   the   pain.   

Then   he   doesn’t   remember   anything   at   all.

The   first   thing   he   hears   when   he   wakes   is   the   sound   of   a   stream.   Steve’s   eyes   flutter   open   but   his   vision   is   blurry   at   first.   It   takes   several   moments   before   he   realizes   that   he’s   in   the   woods,   and   he   can’t   remember   how   he   got   there.   His   entire   body   hurts,   as   though   he’s   been   run   over   twice.   He   groans   as   he   moves   to   sit   up,   bracing   himself   on   his   hands.   There’s   a   metallic   taste   in   his   mouth,   bitter   and   coppery.   He   wonders   if   he   bit   his   tongue   but   it   doesn’t   hurt.   

Steve   brings   a   hand   up   to   rub   down   his   face   and   that’s   when   he   notices   it.

Blood.   

Blood   on   his   hands.   Blood   on   his   chest.   He’s   not   wearing   any   clothes   and   his   bare   skin   is   streaked   in   gore.   

Panic   sets   in   and   he   gasps,   a   shudder   of   terror   moving   down   his   spine.   He   scrambles   toward   the   stream   and   thrusts   his   hands   into   the   cold   water.   His   skin   turns   pink   and   raw   as   he   scrubs   at   his   hands.   The   entire   time   he’s   biting   down   on   his   lip   and   tears   sting   his   eyes.   

“Ohgodohgod,”   he   says   over   and   over   again.   

What   has   he   done?

[traumamademoved]

@kardiaerasti​ sent "i have to do this alone." from ethan :))

A look of disbelief crosses his features. Does Ethan really think it’s going to be that easy to get rid of him? The other man knows him, he knows there’s no way whatever he’s doing is going to be done alone. No way in hell.

Especially when it sounds serious. It must be if Ethan tells him he has to do it alone. Good luck getting him to not follow no matter what Ethan does or says. The man will simply have to deal with it.

“Whatever you’re doing, I’m going with you. Someone’s gotta look after you, right?” He’s probably a bit hypocritical considering he prefers working alone most times but Ethan is also not a skilled DSO agent either.

[adversityfought-a]

                              𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲                                𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞                               𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞                                                     𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 . . .

[rejectdolls]

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.  /  accepting ! 

          𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋  𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋  𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐚,   cindy’s  terrified.  her  skin  feels  like  ice,  voices  and  the  unknown  eclipse  her  mind  and  she’s  losing  it  despite  her  artful  poise.  it  flickers  in  wide  molasses  dark  hues  with  a  crystalline  glaze  as  she looks  into  the  space  around  them.  figments  of  psychic  information  keep  coming  to  her  and  she  knows  what  they’re  dealing  with.  she  doesn’t  like  it,  or  what’s  going  to  happen.  she  doesn’t  want  to  appear  too  vulnerable,  but  she’s  guessing  flora  can  sense  the  ghostly  tendrils  of  fear  creeping  up  and  curling  around  her.  it’s  nice  to  know  that  someone  cares  enough  to  pay  attention  and  tune  into  her,  though,  and  she  casts  a  faint  but  appreciative  smile  as  manicured  fingertips  interlace  with  flora’s.  ❛  thanks.  ❜   the  last  thing  she  really  wants  is  to  be  alone,  especially  not  with  anxiety  teasing  and  taunting  her  psyche  and  she’s  glad  flora’s  by  her  side.

@kardiaerasti​ 

[faeties]

@kardiaerasti​ -  “⠀⠀please don't scare me like that again, i can take a lot of things, but not losing you⠀⠀”⠀⠀—⠀⠀cloud strife & aerith gainsborough OR tifa lockhart

Cloud wiped a smear of blood from the side of his mouth, mako blue eyes locked onto Tifa as she hovered over him. They had been jumped by guards on the way back to the Seventh Heaven after running some jobs. That alone wouldn’t have been a struggle for the two of them, but they had been drawn by what Cloud and Tifa had already been fighting-- a Cerulean drake far out of his usual territory. Instead of listening, Cloud had rushed ahead, attempting to take everything on at once,  mind filled with one directive: PROTECT TIFA. Tifa didn’t need his protection, not really... Yet it was hard to let go of that instinct from childhood.

Attention trapped Cloud like a deer in headlights. As it always did. Such things were usually easier around Tifa, but this was different. Her worry made things shift like a wind around them. As if someone was abusing an aero materia. But Cloud knew he couldn’t just stare at the ground.

A shaky sigh escaped him as he pushed himself up from the dirt, not bothering to brush off the dust from his clothes. Words failed Cloud more often than not. Instead of speaking, he stood there dumbly, merely letting out a grunt that sounded more animal than person.

That wouldn’t due. She deserved better than that. He nodded at her, “Sorry...” Still, he knew he would always jump to protect her. It was simply in his nature. Even though he was growing certain Tifa could break his arm if she wanted. Truly, he was lucky that they were friends.

Though the single word was barely any better. Still, it was an apology-- one that she deserved for making her worry. Yet, Cloud still didn’t regret his actions. No, he regretted that it accentuated the lines of worry on her face, the curve of her mouth, the tenseness of her body. He slung the Buster Sword to the magnet on his back in a single motion. “Won’t happen again,” he lied, poorly. The words were clipped tight and awkward on his tongue. While he did not stumble over them, he sped through them as if they were necessary. They were necessary. Cloud had made the critical mistake of attempting to cast Thundaga and then simply rush them all, Drake included, in one foul swoop which effectively cut him off from Tifa when the guards circled him. Had she not been there, carrying their strongest cure materia and a will that made Cloud lose himself to the overpowering nature of her presence, Cloud would have been a gonner. He had made her worry, he had been reckless-- he just wished he could be honest, but that would involve not putting her first when he cared about her above all others.

[fatestricken]

                    ❛   HARLEYYYYYY   !   !   !     long   time   no   see   ,   huh   ?     whatcha   been   up   ta   ?     i   was   just   thinkin’   ‘bout   holdin’   up   gotham   burger   ,   if   ya   wanna   join   !   ❜    vanya   is   clearly   excited   to   see   the   other   ,   and    [   ...   ]    the   more   ,   the   merrier   when   it   comes   to   robberies .

@kardiaerasti​    (    for   harley   quinn   !    )    //    sc .

[taleswrittena]

@kardiaerasti sent [ PUBLIC ] : the sender touches the receiver in public ♡ (purely because Klaus would do this to Dave for shits and giggles)

They’re bored. It’s not their fault that whatever is going on is boring Klaus enough that they get ideas of their own. Klaus tried to listen to the going ons of what is happening, but Klaus hardly cares about whatever is happening and the thrill of what they are about to do in public far outweighs the boring scene before them.

No one is paying attention, not really, so Klaus comes up behind Dave. Arms wrap around him and head leans against the other’s shoulder. There is nothing unusual about this but when Klaus is certain that no one is paying attention, his hand travels lower and lower, brushing against Dave’s thigh, his other hand coming to dip down into the top of his pants, fingers dancing along the hem of his pants, fingers barely ghosting skin as lips move to press a kiss to Dave’s neck.

The Seance says nothing, but the small kiss that had been pressed to Dave’s neck soon turns into an open-mouthed kiss against flesh - it’s like a game to Klaus. How long before Dave snaps? Oh, how they love teasing their lover.

[hellxfireclub-moved]

                                          @kardiaerasti​ ★ Billy & Chrissy

                              BILLY   HARGROVE   COULD   GET   ANY   GIRL   IN   HAWKINS.   That   was   something   he   was   sure   of.   Most   of   them   he   didn't   want   back   because   these   small   town   girls   were   a   whole   different   breed   than   the   women   in   California.   Most   of   them   tried   way   too   hard   to   emulate   a   west   coast   beach   bunny   in   a   way   that   was   actually   embarrassing.   They   wore   too   much   makeup,   too   much   perfume,   and   too   much   hairspray.   When   Billy   kisses   a   woman   he   doesn't   want   to   taste   their   cakey   lipstick   or   get   a   headache   from   the   Aquanet   in   their   hair.   None   of   them   seemed   to   have   a   clue   about   anything   outside   of   the   small   sphere   that   was   Hawkins   and   he   found   them   annoying.   Did   he   still   sleep   with   some   of   them?   Obviously.   Especially   since   the   reason   Neil   uprooted   his   whole   life   and   moved   them   here   was   because   he   wasn't   sleeping   with   girls.   So   now   Billy   was   making   sure   he   fucked   as   many   of   them   as   he   could   just   to   prove   to   his   father   he   wasn't   a   queer.   

And   it   was   Billy's   arrogance   that   led   to   his   current   conversation.   The   party   he'd   show   up   at   the   backdrop   of   what   was   about   to   be   one   of   the   most   interesting   situations   he'd   been   in   up   to   this   point.   He   was   perched   on   the   railing   of   the   porch,   a   cigerette   between   his   lips   and   a   red   plastic   cup   of   beer   in   hand.   Tommy   Hagan   stands   before   him   with   Frankie   Collins,   both   of   them   well   on   their   way   to   being   plastered.   Tommy's   words   are   a   slur   and   his   cheeks   were   splotchy   from   booze.   ❛   You're   not   the   hot   shit   you   think   you   are,   Hargrove.   Not   every   chick   in   Hawkins   is   gonna   let   you   nail   them.   ❜   Billy   only   smirks   and   takes   a   drag   off   his   smoke.   ❝   Sounds   like   a   challenge,   ❞   he   retorts,   words   smoky.   ❝   Let's   make   a   bet.   You   pick   the   girl   and   I'll   nail   her   by   homecoming.   ❞   He's   confident   he   can   do   just   that.   

Tommy   and   Frankie   share   a   glance   but   agree,   and   a   moment   later   they're   scouting   the   girls   at   the   party.   None   of   them   seem   like   a   challenge   since   they're   all   making   eyes   at   Billy   like   he's   a   piece   of   meat.   They'll   fall   into   bed   with   them   before   he   even   has   a   chance   breathe   the   invitation.   None   of   them   are   worth   losing   money   over.   Almost   an   hour   later,   Billy's   thinking   this   bet   isn't   going   to   happen   until   Tommy   stops   short,   causing   Billy   to   almost   plow   into   him.   ❛   We   have   a   winner,   gentlemen.   ❜   Billy   follows   Tommy's   gaze   and   his   eyes   land   on...Chrissy   Cunningham.   

The   Queen   of   Hawkins   High.   Billy   almost   laughs   because   that   is   indeed   a   tall   order.   He   generally   stays   out   of   drama   and   gossip   but   even   he   knows   that   Chrissy   and   her   boyfriend   are   on   a   so-called   break.   This   bet   is   shaping   up   to   be   way   more   interesting   than   he   could   have   imagined.   ❝   Challenge   accepted.   ❞   Billy   claps   his   friends   on   their   backs   and   makes   his   move.   

Chrissy   is   talking   to   some   girl   he   doesn't   remember   the      name   of.   The   friend   notices   him   approaching   first   and   quickly   turns   to   murmur   something   to   Chrissy.   The   cheerleader's   eyes   whip   to   him   and   Billy   smiles   as   charmingly   as   possible.   He   nods   to   her   friend   but   his   focus   is   on   Chrissy.   ❝   Hi,   ❞   he   says   smoothly.   ❝   Wanna   get   a   drink   with   me?   ❞   Chrissy   Cunningham   is   a   good   girl.   He   needs   to   start   slow.

[traumamademoved]

@kardiaerasti​ sent [ GO ]  for the taller muse to pick up the shorter one and carry them away from a potential/just started fight. from jill when someone starts talking shit about leon so she's about to smack a bitch sgdgdg

By this time, Leon is used to people talking shit about him. It happened a lot when he was just some rookie agent and it happens now a days. Usually, he ignores it. Unless he’s in a bad mood, then he usually knocks them on their ass. He doesn’t even get a chance to react because Jill tries to lunge for the person talking about him.

Leon’s reflexes are quick so she barely gets away from him where his arms wrap around her midsection and he yanks her back. If he has to, he’ll throw her over his shoulder, but right now he’s holding her flush against him - hoping his body contact will calm her. “Hey - it’s alright. I’m alright.”

[courtofmuses-archive]

@kardiaerasti​ sent:  # worried from some meme || always accepting

Robin hadn’t thought it was so obvious she was lost in her own thoughts. Sometimes, certain sounds made her jump, triggering memories from the time she’d spend in the Upside Down and facing off with Vecna. They knew it wasn’t the end of either. Vecna had made sure to alert them to his continued existence and it was only a matter of time before he came for all of them. 

Apparently, she had been staring out into space and when someone said her name, Robin started. Her eyes swung to the redhead standing next to her, looking concerned, and she drew in a breath. “Sorry, I was out in space. You startled me.” Robin smiled somewhat shyly at Vicki. “How’s it going?”

[mysticwrit]

        the question almost makes jess laugh, if only because it’s not really a question at all.  she knows emily well enough to know that nothing jess says is going to keep her from speaking her mind.  she also knows emily well enough to know that what she’s about to say is not going to be pleasant.  the girl she’d been a year ago might have avoided the confrontation, but this jess?  she has no intentions of backing down.

        “ oh, i’m sure you’re just dying to tell me, em.  be my guest. ”

“ you wanna know what your problem is? ” (emily davis to jessica riley!)         ↳     @kardiaerasti​​​​        &&        memes

[rejectdolls]

𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  /  accepting  !

                megan  was  haunted  by  the  afterimages,  the  mysterious  girl  by  the  willow  tree.  cloaked  shadowy  figures,  the  strange  lights,  her  clairvoyance  vivified  and  it  all  started  with  the  bracelet  she  found.  ❛  because  ...  ever  since  i  found  this,  my  visions  are  getting  more  intense,  ❜  she  explains,  unzipping  her  purse  to  reveal  the  black  metal  chain  bracelet  inlaid  with  garnet  and  ruby  gems.  the  strawberry  blonde  could  feel  its  power  with  its  proximity  alone,  carefully  handing  it  to  rachael  so  she  could  look  at  it.  ❛  and  i  think  there’s  something  special  about  it,  because  as  weird  as  this  might  sound  ...  it  showed  up  in  my  dream  first.  ❜ 

/ @kardiaerasti​

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          How many times has he climbed through her window at this point?   Sometimes he has cuts on his face,  unexplained bruises that he shirks off and pretends aren’t there.   He doesn’t want to see the worry that creases her brow but knows is there all the same.   There’s a weight on his shoulders,  leaving him feeling unnerved and unsure.   Being with Gwen gives him some semblance of relief.   He worries less.   Though,  every so often,  @kardiaerasti​ hits him with a thought provoking question and he’s left to delve into himself for an answer.   Just like tonight.

❝  so,  what would you be?  if you had to power to change all the things making you unhappy,  what would your life look like?  ❞

          He looks away for a moment,  a sheepish smile spreading as his hand roams through his hair and tousles it into a messy heap of brown locks.   ❝ Ahh,  come on.   You’re really gonna ask me something like that right now? ❞   A subtle groan slips out as he lets his head fall back a moment before rolling it around until he’s looking at her again.

❝ I,  uh...   I don’t think it’s that simple...   I can’t think about a world where I can change what makes me unhappy...   Because what if that changes the world for someone else?   What if... making myself happy...   makes someone else unhappy?   I dunno if I can do that.. ❞

[screenviolense]

@kardiaerasti​ sent: ASTRAY :  for both muses to take a detour and lose their way. (chrissy cunningham to rachael barber!) 

           ‘ damn it. i could have sworn the house was back this way. ‘ chrissy had mentioned a need for some fresh air, away from the house and the noise and rachel had gone along with it, if only because she was the one with a flashlight in her car. in retrospect, they probably shouldn’t have strayed so far, given she didn’t really know the neighborhood all that well. it was a little too rich for her to do much more than drive through when dropping someone else off from practice.

           ‘ sorry. darn it. ‘ she took a deep breath in an attempt to seem calm, flicking the flashlight around. ‘ you’re not cold, are you? ‘