#narrativeanomaly

[miidnighters]

@narrativeanomaly | liked for a NYE kiss starter

For Hartley, New Years Eve in bars like this may as well have been just another day. She idly stirs the cocktail in front of her as the crowd around them starts to murmur about a countdown.

Finally, at the last minute, she decides what the hell. Reaching out, she curls a fist in the shirt of the man sitting at the stool next to her - who, up until this point, she had been studiously ignoring - and presses their lips together for a hot kiss.

[wornclean]

@narrativeanomaly | cont.

fuck.

no way the van starts in the morning.

alison sits up, bleary-eyed and shirking from the cold. she took the bed furthest from the door, which also coincidentally had an extra blanket. this, on top of the extra layers she’d thrown on, still wasn’t enough to keep the chill from nipping her bones.

“close that,” she mutters, rubbing at her eyes. there’s a slight drawl to her words, as if she’d already started to mirror him in the few hours they’d spent together— perfectly chaste and genteel hours, at that.

not what she was expecting.

“i wonder if the tv still works.”

she leans out of her cocoon to reach for the remote, thumbing the power button. the television — some old piece of shit from the 90s — flickers to life, the weather channel still discernible amidst the fuzz and static. west. she glances at him, tugging a hair band from her messy bedtime ponytail.

“we could go … y’know, eventually. together.”

was that crazy?

the furnace makes a loud clunking sound, then dies.

[wormful]

a starter for @narrativeanomaly based on this.

　　oliver glanced around his room, knowing deep within him that something wasn't right — and then his nightstand caught flames. was this just inside his head? he reached out his hand. the warmth was palpable, but it wasn't like oli hadn't experienced this before. it's just a dream. "fire's spreading all around my room; the world's so bright." he coughed, pure human instinct. "it's hard to breathe, but that's alright—" then he heard a noise. "HUSH."

[solrites]

@narrativeanomaly said: "so like if you want to toughen up, it's easy." Sass is drinking an energy drink, Reign Watermelon, to be exact. They will pay for it ten times over in tummy troubles later. "all you have to do it the." A brief pause. They squint at Ernest. "how many pounds of celery can you eat in one sitting. this is vitally important, i promise."

TOUGHEN UP? WHO ARE THEY, HIS PARENTS? ernest cringes at the notion, glancing over at them. perhaps he's just tired of being told to toughen up. he's an eldritch hunter with a severe phobia of blood, and hates the loud noises guns make and hates how it feels to stab anything, and would rather strangle himself than strangle something else.

why should he be ashamed of that? why is that a character flaw? "i'm already tough. i have really strong calves." that's not what they mean, and ernest knows that. but, to be fair, he is a ballet dancer. that comes with his passion. not with his job. but ernest is polite, and some would say earnest (haha), so he answers anyways, eyeing their energy drink.

here's another kicker, that's funny, considering everything he's meant to be:

"i'm a vegetarian. so like, a lot. i fuck with celery. what does that have to do with anything. i prefer eggplant." no jokes about that, please.

[fervidus]

@narrativeanomaly asked: “No, I don’t think any of my bones are broken, or anything like that. Just bad bruises.” from the hurt/comfort meme !!

connor could appreciate that most patients tried to gauge the extent of their injuries based on past experiences or simply how they felt. but, adrenaline often covered up pain more than most gave their body credit for and every body experienced injury completely differently. he strived for having a decent bedside manner and maintaining that delicate balance of letting patients make their own informed medical decisions. ❝ i'm thinking it's probably for the best that we let a few x-rays decide that. the techs will be around soon. do you remember hitting your head at all? ❞

better to always get the head ct instead of skip it, but he was still trying to figure out what happened before they were brought into the ed. ❝ if you took any hits to the gut, we should probably check for internal bleeding. liver lacerations are pretty common with trauma. ❞

[bloodsalted]

@narrativeanomaly || oh i bet you can find this one hiding out || here.

"you should see the other guy." (johnny)

dean presses his lips together, forest hued eyes scan johnny's face with a look that's stuck somewhere between ouch and damn that looks worse. a brow lifts. "why? he look like he got hit by two semis instead of one?" right cheek twitches as tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth when the hunter decides that the bruise on the other's right eye's gonna end up one hell of a shiner come 9am.

"should probably put some ice on that before it goes from baseball to dodgeball overnight. trust me. don't need to wake up not being able to see outta it for a week. it's a pain in the ass. er. face. both..." a bottle of bourbon's handed over. nothing like an analgesic via bottom of the first bottle he could snag off a dusty shelf behind the counter of an equally rickety gas stop. no whiskey. what kinda freaking place is this? nightmare town. that's what.

"man. i don't envy you when the sun comes up." next time? dude should probably duck and weave. cause.. shit.

[troublesomecousin]

are you still there? - isaiah

@narrativeanomaly

Kevin blinked, the world slowly coming back into focus as his eyes rolled back to their proper place in his skull. His head was spinning, and he could feel the blood dripping from his nose and down over his lips and chin. The altercation had been brief, the stranger he'd been harassing for no real reason other than that he'd been bored and in a bad mood had gotten a lucky shot in that had knocked Kevin onto the floor, bruising his ego on top of busting his nose. They'd also used that time to make themselves scarce, leaving Kevin with the unfamiliar man who now hovered over him. With no one else there to turn his ire on, Kevin was quick to it on whoever was closest to him. And unfortunately, there was only one person directly in the line of fire. Pushing himself up, Kevin tried to scowl but was instantly met with a throbbing pain as his nose shifted, causing him to yelp and only making him feel that much more irritable. "Where the fuck else would I be ya jackass?" He touched the wet blood on his lips as he shot the stranger, who he could much better from this angle, a dirty look. Kevin couldn't place the exact reason why, but the man's gaze was unsettling, but he figured it was mostly likely his mood talking. "Shit...shit fuckin' hell that hurt...you just gonna keep staring at me or what? Because you're not helping."

[nocityfolk]

why are you smiling like that? - isaiah

@narrativeanomaly & PROMPTS FROM ELF !!

weather taking a turn, the slightest breeze has mused jesse's hair into a mild state of wear. no hat to hide it beneath, & no hat to stop the squint of his eyes against the burning light of the sun, unusually warm against his skin. he gestures towards the man, hand demonstratively combing into his hair to satiate the other's pressing curiosity.

— ‘‘‘m sorry, man, i don't mean to laugh. it's just— well— there's a leaf in your hair, kinda... 'round there. it blends in pretty well, i'm impressed.’’ amused smile turning shy, jesse adds, ‘‘i can get it for you. i mean, if y'want me to.’’

[hidefire]

i'm getting out of this town. did you know that? soon.

@narrativeanomaly ... i saw the tv glow.

"yeah?"

rain isn't trying to be an asshole by not taking them seriously, but everyone in towns like these liked to say that. most of the time, people didn't go anywhere. rain had done in by her own choice once, and she's not sure that she has it in her again. it's certainly not easy. it kind of sucks.

"where are you going?" she continues, eyebrows raised. "somewhere warm?"

[amanandgoodatit]

“Why were you so sure that I was dead?”

@narrativeanomaly || The Family Starters

"You didn't look like you were breathing." Greg looks worried as he casts a glance over their form, checking there aren't any obvious injuries before he steps back a bit to allow them some space.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

[miidnighters]

@narrativeanomaly | continued from ☾

Honestly, Morgan didn't really give a shit about the party so much as he'd thought it might be a good way to spend time with them that wasn't necessarily in his workshop.

He hadn't accounted for the costume they'd choose, and the way his eyes would deep being drawn to their figure every time Sass wasn't looking at him.

And then his wings try to go on but his shirt comes off and Sass is staring at him with the same look that surely his own eyes contain when stealing glances at them.

"It's fine, you're okay." As long as he doesn't turn around and they don't see his scars, it's fine. Sass' eyes haven't left him, and it boosts Morgan's ego a little. He's not ripped with a six-pack, but clearly they like what they see. He steps forward a little, setting his hands on their hips and leaning down to close some of the distance between their mouths - but not completely. Not yet.

"Is this okay?" He murmurs instead, breath ghosting over the other's lips. "Can I kiss you?"

[legbite]

❛ nobody died, right? ❜

@narrativeanomaly … midnight sun prompts.

“no, no, of course no one died.”

he has stories where they do, endings where not everyone makes it out, but austin doesn’t tell those ones. he decided a long time ago that those stories would just stay with him, deep in his chest.

this is a silly one, about a friend he had in college who fell out of a tree trying to climb to another dorm building. he could’ve used the front door, but apparently this would be more romantic.

“apparently he purposefully fell on his arm. shattered the thing, but it healed up alright. otherwise, he got out unscathed. and his girlfriend ate it up. they’re married now, actually.”

[solrites]

@narrativeanomaly said: ❝ i do not fear ridicule. i never have. ❞

OKAY, MAYBE HE CAN RELATE TO THAT A LITTLE. he has no foot in the shame game. look at how he's dressed. is shame and ridicule (grammar check? he was raised in a lab) the same thing? he doesn't know. maybe one more internalized, the other something that tends to be put upon you by others.

okay. so maybe he does know, actually. but still, he's gotta ask. "but what if you like... fall down stairs like. outside, publicly. i'd fear a bit of ridicule from that. i think i'd just stay on the ground, actually. play dead. and maybe sometimes, a little ridicule is good. like if a lot of people boo something you say, there's gotta be a reason."

[miidnighters]

Flynn simply shrugs. He's reached the end of what he knows about bats, so he doesn't bother to say anything more about it.

Their tongue poking out makes Flynn grin, shaking his head as he balls up the napkins he was using - deeming himself cleaned up enough for now. "Kick rocks?" You sound like you stepped straight out of Grease." Probably a bit of a reach, but he's proud of the pop culture reference anyway. "You're right though. The grannies kind of deserve getting told to fuck off."

"uh, i think so. i mean. i read a book about it once but like. i don't remember that much about it. i mean they probably use it to do both?"

They're definitely going to look into it later, though. Now they're curious.

Sass sticks their tongue out when Flynn points at them. Not for any real reason, they just feel like doing it. "what people anyway. just tell them to go... i don't know. kick rocks or whatever it is people say to annoying people they don't want to involve themselves with."

[narrativedemanded]

okay! three multis it is! if you're looking for a muse NO LONGER on the list here, try one of the other two blogs!

@narrativeanomaly or @narrativeobsession

[nocityfolk]

WHAT CHARACTER ARCHETYPE ARE YOU ?

hero / you are the hero, the protagonist, the main character. the world revolves around you, this story revolves around you, everything is about you. & you have no control. you are a glorified messenger. you are an actor playing out a part, everything has been decided from the beginning. you will win or you will die, either way you will end with a smile on your face. this is the curse of the hero. happiness is secondary, the story is all.

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