#rubiesintherough » mahia

[thechaoticcform-archive]

“ Why am I here? ”

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"You are in the Summer Kingdom, lady." Oberon smiled and lead the woman deeper into the garden. "I heard you were a healer, we could use one like you in the council."

[halofcrged]

@rubiesintherough mahia sent a meme.

[ DISCOVER ]  for sender to see receiver’s scars for the first time

Even you can't kill what's already dead. He'd had to remind himself of that fact repeatedly in the course of the last day or two as he'd done what he could to help nurse the young woman back to a state the might resemble normal. Healthy. Not stick and bones. The jumpiness, the trembling, that he couldn't fix, couldn't help, couldn't soothe, that would take time, and treatment, and counseling. Things that he couldn't give her -- but he'd still found himself reluctant to turn his Condor back towards the heart of UNSC territory. He'd considered contacting Miranda Keyes to see if she could set up some kind of safe place for the woman - he was more inclined to believe that Miranda would keep her safe than Halsey would have, but he'd held off. With Ackerson and Parangosky inserting themselves more and more into the Spartans' business, what small sense of control that John had about his fate and his fellow Spartan's fate grew slimmer with each passing day.

He wasn't particularly inclined to hand over someone as fragile as his passenger over to them. So, he lurked, skating the fine line between running over mission time and awol. Cortana had been playing hopscotch with their signal to keep ONI off their back and he'd done his best to keep himself busy by putting in additional time into his training in the hi grav gym, needing a way to expel the pent up energy and frustration, and he was heading towards the restroom to grab a shower, stripping off the damp shirt to chuck into the wash when he heard her, the distinct whisper of the rub of feathers against feathers that accompanied her light steps. "Do you need something? -- Did I wake you?"

[factiousfcrged]

@rubiesintherough / mahia sent a meme.

( clean ) : sender washes blood of off receiver

"You don't have to do that." It wasn't that he was ashamed of the blood. His blood. Their blood. It was hard to figure whose was whose after a certain point. But whoever's blood it was, it shouldn't be on her hands, in any sense of the words. She didn't approve. He knew that. But it wasn't the first time. And it wouldn't be the last time. If they wanted her, they'd get her over his dead body and a mountain of theirs.

[laviexenrose]

send in " take it easy. you're safe now, but you need to relax. " for the sender to greet a waking receiver after having found them badly wounded and on the brink of collapse at their doorstep.

Isabelle came to, gasping softly. At once, she checked the gunshot wound to her flank. Though her tank top was stained with her own blood, there wasn’t any trace of the injury on her body. Her eyes widened in shock as she examined her other side, even if she already knew that it wasn’t where she’d been shot. There was nothing, nothing at all. Not a single scratch. And then, she recalled the angelic face which had seemingly appeared from thin air, with a comforting voice that reminded her of a mother’s tenderness towards her child...You’re safe now. But even if she was safe, that didn’t explain how the wound had magically healed itself. Isabelle didn’t have the slightest idea where she was, save for what evidently was a small cabin in the woods. Hesitantly, she rose to her feet from the bed and made her way towards the door, slowly walking out. “H-Hello?” she called out, unsure if anyone was there to answer back, straining her voice to be loud and clear. @rubiesintherough​

[radicalrascals]

@rubiesintherough asked:

❛  are you bleeding?  ❜ ( mahia / muse of choice )

"It's not exclusively my bl-," Tom bit his tongue and shook his head slowly, feeling his achy brain throbbing inside his skull with every movement. "Yeah. Just a little disagreement. You should see the other guy." She absolutely should not. Nobody should. Nobody would, hopefully, in the next couple of days.

The merc let out a pained groan as he sat down. "Who am I kidding? They really fucked me up. You don't happen to have an aspirin, do you?"

[quietresistance]

( ❛ it is not about wanting or not wanting. ❜ ( mahia ) ) ╲ @rubiesintherough

                      ❝  is it?  ❞     nothing pressing laid behind her tone, just the simple question.   a side glance, filled with knowing, tripped in the other woman’s direction.     ❝  i only mean in the same way we can tell ourselves and others that, but really, at the end of it, we do care which it is.  ❞     how many of those crossroads she had stood at, professing to others nearly the same lines as she deeply felt the opposite.

                      ❝  you don’t have to tell me but think about it.  ❞

[painofhumanity]

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses. would it be ok to request one for each of our ships pretty pls?

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

Jack x Lusca: When Lusca gets Jack comfortable talking to him, Jack still doesn't talk much to or in front of anyone else. He does, however, start talking and even singing in his sleep. It's often unintelligible, but even when it's clear, it's usually just nonsense. Much like hearing Jack talk, it's something that only Lusca gets to hear.

Felicity x Aedus: Between Felicity's hatred for cold weather/being cold, and how touch starved she is, and how warm and loving Aedus is, there's an awful lot of cuddling. Aedus often lets Felicity initiate it because, touch-starved or not, she can have trouble accepting touch when she's not ready for it. Felicity knows he's always willing to give her that affection, though, so she's never shy about cuddling up to him when she needs it.

Maggie x Amara: Because they both have a connection to the dead, Amara is one of the few people Maggie feels comfortable seeing her talk to ghosts. She doesn't feel like she has to hide anything, or downplay her mediumship. It's a special kind of comfort she never expected to feel with anyone after Nana Nola died.

Morgan x Mahia: They're both traumatized and touch-starved. When they get comfortable with each other, there's a whole lot of casual touches between them. Holding hands, brushing against the other's arm, a hand rested on the back, or cupping the cheek. Just. So many soft little touches that they never got from anyone else.

Morgan x Nathan: Morgan doesn't understand why Nathan worries about him--they literally met when he came back from the dead--but it's the reason he keeps seeking the man out in the beginning. Because it's been such a long time since anyone actually gave a damn about what happened to him, and even if he doesn't understand it, he finds comfort in it. Morgan always dismisses Nathan's worry and fussing. . .but he quietly basks in it, too.

[tinymute]

@rubiesintherough

❛ i love you . i love you , my river. ❜ ( mahia, bc spicy time reassurances of love are bootiful things )

N S F W and gay af

To be loved was to be known, and Mahia knew her heart and soul. The journey to get here was messy, awkward, and sometimes heartwrenching, but they had found a love that was so rare and beautiful that Juliette sometimes wondered if she had dreamed it all.

It had to be a dream, with that sweet voice in her ear and healing hands on her body. Juliette flushed a dark pink, her breaths coming in small gasps. She stared at Mahia like she was the only person in the world, like looking at her face was like cool water in her mouth on the driest, hottest of days.

"I love you," she whispered, reaching to cup Mahia's face in her hands. Strawberry lipgloss smudged from her lips to Mahia's as she kissed her, moans muffled in the fray. Juliette pressed her forehead to Mahia's and grinned, her words breathless.

"Sun in my sky, stars in my night, you are the most stunning thing I will ever see."

[octoberscrye]

@rubiesintherough

“I keep trying to atone… but, it just never seems to be enough.” ( mahia / corvus )

"And you never will."

His voice was soft, gentle green eyes trained on his calloused hands as Corvus carefully untangled Mahia's hair. There was a pause as he considered his next words.

"You can't atone when there is nothing to forgive, my love." He absently traced one of the scars on her back, ever wary of brushing against her wings.

"You are a beautiful, merciful thing that was cast onto a wretched, merciless world."

Corvus leaned and pressed a gently kiss between her shoulderblades.

"In the early spring, my best friend in middle school told me to look for a robin. Said they were the sign that winter was finally going to be over. So I did, every winter, I looked for that robin. When I thought the long nights and bitter cold was going to last forever, I looked for those robins.

The robins, of course, didn't know any better. They didn't know they were a beacon of hope for a scared, abused kid. They were just doing their best to survive." He smiled as his fingers gently started to pull Mahia's hair into a braid.

"Stop trying to be the canary in the coal mine, and just let yourself be the robin."

[lifefcrged]

@rubiesintherough / iqueth continued from [x]

“How much are they paying you to find her?” iqeuth & mickey

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      “ Nothing. “    He’d be lying if he said there wasn’t any bitterness lurking just under his voice, but Iqueth bit it back. There were things she didn’t need to know, and things he didn’t have the time, the patience, nor the inclination to get into. Instead, he allowed that single word to be enough of an answer, hiking his gun up into his arm and tucking it into the crook of his elbow, the weight reassuring. Payment or not, his target was too dangerous to be running around her freely, if the intel from the higher-ups was credible… and he had no reason to believe it wasn’t.    “  ——– If you have any knowledge on her, I need to hear it. “  

Nothing. That felt, somehow, even worse. But he was not a man that fought and bled and killed for a cause. Not with that shadow in his eyes and that weight on his shoulders. Not with that acid in the word. A man with a noose around his throat, then? A reflexive swallow, a pang of fear and guilt sour in her throat, the weight of the guilt of the time spent with the same. "If you were me -- a doctor, whose job it was to heal and help, in a place that is meant to be a sanctuary to any that need it, and a man armed with an automatic weapon came to you, asking if you had seen someone -- anyone -- would you tell him? Even if you had?"

[silvcrignis]

send me ‘ ♡ _ ♡ ‘ and my muse will admit one to three ( 1-3 ) features of your muse ( physical or personality ) that they find incredibly attractive. ( birb bby side-eying the sad man bc she wanna know )

Send me    ‘  ♡ _  ♡ ‘    and my muse will admit one to three ( 1-3 )  features of your muse  ( physical or personality )   that they find incredibly attractive. {x}

Muse: Claude Frollo

1.) Her wings. Look the guy's clearly got a wing kink. It's really fucking obvious at this point, there are TOO many people with wings or that turn into winged creatures that he's fucked, it has to be said I do not care if he's embarrassed.

2.) Her determination. He's headstrong as fuck himself so it's nice to be around someone like her. He likes that energy. Honestly they're both people that just continuously endure, & he can see that, also it comforts him a little bit, gives him hope she won't just give up on him.

3.) Her thighs. He's a thigh man & she has strong ones like he definitely has weird fantasies about her snapping his neck with her thighs, like he wouldn't SAY that to her aloud but I have this cursed knowledge & I'm not gonna be alone with it.

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[thechaoticcform-archive]

" What do you want? "

@rubiesintherough

The dragon's eyes bulged as he watched the girl from his throne. "I want power, birdy," he cackled, "I am not the god I once was. The mortals depowered me, put me in a box. Now I cannot escape my humanoid prison."

[halofcrged]

@rubiesintherough mahia sent a meme.

send me   ‘ imprisoned ‘   for your muse to find mine locked up in a cage or cell

Chasing pirates didn't typically fall under Spartan purview - there were much bigger fish to fry with the Covenant's constant push further and further into UNSC territories but John had felt compelled to take a special interest in this particular ship after they'd decided their best option was to open fire on his Prowler when all he'd been wanting to do was make his jump to slipstream and return to the fleet. His initial reaction had been to simply blast them out of the sky, but he'd held his hand, opting for a few carefully placed shots that Cortana had emitted to cripple it. If they'd been desperate enough to fire on a UNSC ship than just flee, or hide, it had made him think there might be a particular reason for it. Stolen UNSC goods, perhaps, had been his first thought, but what he had found instead left him somewhat baffled -- which wasn't a common occurrence.

The firefight had been relatively brief. Their weapons and piece meal armor had stood no chance against his MJOLNIR armor. He'd left a few of them alive and trussed up in case he needed to question any of them about what they were carrying or where they were heading before their chance encounter. He was beginning to regret that. Fortunately, it wouldn't be a difficult mistake to correct.

The figure that huddled in the corner of the cell was ... unique. He couldn't make out much of her features, only a slender, petite form that huddled beneath the dark, trembling wings as an attempt to shield her from harm. One swift tug against the bars of the cell crumpled the lock and swung the door open as he analyzed what information his suit could offer him on his heads up display of the figure. Sporadic, weak life signs. Seemingly human.

He hesitated only briefly before reaching up to detach his helmet from the rest of his armor, bending down to one knee at the entrance to the cage - it was the best that he could do to make himself seem less ominous. "Master Chief John 117, of the UNSC, ma'am, I'm here to help."

[factiousfcrged]

@rubiesintherough / mahia sent a meme.

❛ I cannot see the stars because they are dancing. ❜ ( mahia, but like... either sedated or so exhausted / fevery she's loopy tbh )

Somehow, that managed to bring a faint smile to his lips, despite the deep furrows between his brow that were threatening to become a permanent fixture there. Rough hands twisted a fresh cloth in the ice water bucket beside the crash couch where she lay, pulling the old one away from her forehead and gently placing the fresh one in its place. "You can't see the stars, darlin', cause you're on the ship," he reminded her, another clean cloth dipped into the cold water to brush along her jaw and neck, trying to do what he could to cool her down. He had already given her the antibiotics and pain meds that he had on board, after she'd spend the last two days trying to hide her injury from him. Now, it was infected. If he had to set down somewhere and go in search of meds, it would mean having to leave her alone on the ship, and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

“I do not know if you can hear me, but I am going to mend your wound, now. It will be quick.” ( mahia )

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒: ACCEPTING

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The tips of his fingers began to twitch. The numbing darkness began to break apart as a particular sound, a voice, sliced through it. A weakened croak broke from somewhere in Richard’s throat as his weighted lids began to flutter awake.  The world was one distorted haze, which was only accompanied by the slight, high-pitched buzzing in his head. The only things the injured Scotsman was aware of was the image of a person sitting close to him, and the re-dawning of a sharp pain against his side. “Wh-... Where am I?,” Richard managed to croak. Shite. Why did everything hurt. “Wha’ happ-... Oh, ‘ey’, it’s ye’.” The soupy fog began to blink away from his vision, revealing an all-too-familiar face. “Wha’-... Wha’ happened? How did I--... Agh! Shite, tha’ hurts...”

[radicalrascals]

@rubiesintherough asked:

❛  will you please tell me what happened?  ❜ ( mahia / muse of choice )

He'd rather not. But there was no hiding the torn clothes, the blood and the fresh battle scars now.

"I tried doing the right thing, Mahia. I really did. Couldn't let them find you. Us. You know? Told meself I'd just gonna scare the living daylights out of those bastards. But I knew that wouldn't be enough. Maybe I hoped it wouldn't be enough. I don't know anymore. They drew their weapons and I was faster. None survived. I didn't want you to find out. I can't stomach you being disappointed in me... or worse, hurt."