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[godstrayed]

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[kylo-wrecked]

@smokinmirrors :// { cont'd from mason risking her butt to save us }

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The left corner of Ben's mouth crinkled into a sort-of smile. Mason's blown-out eardrums? His gaze landed, soft, like a winged insect, on the strand of blood under her ear. That wasn't the price she'd paid.

"Here," he said, aloud but quietly, producing a med-cloth containing his last antiseptic shot and bacta spray from one of his pouches. He wasn't sure why he'd code-switched earlier. Why use the Force as a conduit for speech? Why use it at all? What, did he hope he could stop the bleeding? For a moment, yeah, kind of.

Ben tipped his head back onto the co-pilot's chair. His hair fell away from his face baring one mud-smeared cheekbone. 

"Kriffffffffffffffff," he exhaled. "Ahhh-fff—," he inhaled, and his adam's apple rose in his throat. "What are we doing?" he asked the ceiling. "What are we doing, Mason?"

D-O sighed somewhere below, and Ben reached out and patted his needle nose.

"Maybe I should turn myself in. Maybe Snoke doesn't want a puppet; maybe they want me dead. I'm one guy. That's not so bad." 

Finally, he'd said it. He'd spoken his fear. It all oozed out of him and clung to the air like plasma. Ben closed his eyes. He felt the outlines of Mason's doubt and exasperation, and something faint and fluttering pulsing beneath it, pressing into him, and all he could think to do was block it.

"Okay, I won't. I'm shutting up." 

[shelbysdevil]

❝  it was almost like fear, in the way it filled me, rising in my chest. it was almost like tears, in how swiftly it came.  ❞ (peaky blinders)

Song of Achilles rp starters from here @smokinmirrors

“Fear?” Alone the word was something that barely slipped from her lips not to mention that Mason always desperately tried to hide her true emotions and be the strong one so it surprised him as she admitted the weakness she must’ve felt as she lost contact to him. “I told you that you’ll never have to fear to lose me. Rather fear the moment you’ll realize you’ll never get rid of me.” Tommy smirked as he closed his arms around her still crouched on the floor, his lips kissing her temple before stroking her hair to calm her breathing. “It flatters me that you worried, Miss Zircon.” The proud expression was something he hid by closing his eyes and nuzzling his nose into her hair, inhaling the sweet scent to get rid of the iron taste in his mouth.

“I’ll always come back to you, no matter how long it takes.” And this time it took longer than he himself expected but the trust he had with her made him believe she would handle it better than she actually did. It was what he feared, that their deep connection would one day break them apart when they were separated but it seemed that for the first time he actually managed it better than she did cause there was no other way than to return to her since he wouldn’t wanna live another day without her. Mason was always the reason he kept fighting. The reason why he kept things a secret and for the sacrifices he made. Whenever he had blood on his hands he didn’t feel ashamed but realized he was one step closer back to her and that blood on him would always mean less blood on her in the end.

“I’m here. And there’s nothing for you to fear or cry about now. I’ll keep you safe.”

[theroguedragons]

❛ You make me feel, and I don’t like it. I want it to stop. Now. ❜

Starter for dark and toxic ships from here @smokinmirrors

“Then stop it. Try and stop it goddammit.” It hurt his pride that she would ask for this, that she had a wish to get rid of him. That she would say what he couldn’t but still kept him awake at night cause Daemon Targaryen wasn’t used to losing control. Never had he been weak for a woman before and in this moment he realized how they both despised what they kept hidden in their chests: their true feelings for each other. The love they didn’t want to recognize and which would only ever tear them apart if they would give in. This moment made him feel helpless and the prince threw his hands in the air in defeat before he got up from the self built bed in their tent to walk up towards her with a finger pointing at her face and his brows furrowed in anger and confusion.

“Do you really think I didn’t try to do that by now? Stop this? Do you really think I’m not aware of the fact how it could destroy us both? Do you think I want that for either of us? Then you don’t know me as well as I thought, Mason.” He scoffed and turned around, one hand sliding along his jaw in despair as he tried to calm the fire that was burning in his veins. As his eyes closed he noticed how Caraxes was screeching in the sky, probably feeling his riders tension and the heartbreak Mason suddenly threatened him with. No he couldn’t accept that. He had been too long on this world to give up the only good thing he had in his life and even if it would burn them alive he wouldn’t back away from it.

After a deep breath he turned around again, his hands resting on his sword and knife as he tried to give her a more supporting glance. “I can not make it stop even if I tried. I am sorry we have to go through this but you will find no regret in my heart about us. This… is a good thing. And I will not give up what I’d throw myself in the flames for, but of course it is up to you what you make of it.” Another screech followed right above them and Daemon sighed, his chin lowering as he spoke. “If you decide to end this, then don’t let him know. He is worse with rejection than me.” Without another word he left their tent and walked up to the nearby hill so Caraxes could land next to him and be calmed by his touch.

[protectmypeople]

(REST) for sender to lay on top of receiver's back for a rest.

Skin, soft, so undeniably soft pressed against him. Hesitant, as if the very act violated the unspoken vow between them. He stilled, eyes trained on the wall across from his bed, bare skin to skin. Face down, arms wrapped tightly on his pillow, the heat of her frame flushing his skin and creating an uncomfortable tightness beneath the covers. Bellamy knew Mason, this was unusual- comfort perhaps, the cruelness of their existence filtering into his mind as daylight swept the room. "Mason." Voice raw from sleep, grainy, he turned, slowly as not to disturb her so she lay flat against his chest. Careful, the slightest distance between their lower halves was crucial at this point. Face hidden from view, his hand landed gently upon her blonde head, finger subconsciously twirling strands. "You're awake early." The closeness was, new, refreshing, yet terrifying daunting in its own right. To be tender was far more difficult than he had anticipated. "What's wrong sweetheart?" The familiar tease, spoken typically in the heated midst of a fight, now fell off his lips in a similar jest- but the softness in which he spoke robbed him of all ridicule.

[rubiesintherough]

@smokinmirrors --- thread cont. from here, bc tumblr's rude

Her amenability to his request brought a relieved smile to the deity's lips, as did the slow of her tears and outward grief. Pain was a complicated thing, he knew. A lull in the maelstrom was necessary, otherwise becoming overwhelmed was inevitable.

" Thanks are not needed for kindness... kindness is the minimum. ----- Would you like to speak of them, the ones that have moved beyond? What better way to ensure they are respected and commemorated than to keep word and tale of their accomplishments and good deeds alive? "

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

continued from (x): @smokinmirrors

The conversation they were now having reminded Mason too closely of her own childhood. The many times she wished she could reach out to others and make them understand that her outbursts weren't because she was a freak, but instead something very similar to the characters they saw on their televisions and read about in their books. Instead, she was tempted to turn away from Carl. Her worn and tired features nearly sank into themselves. "Fear just makes people stupid, Carl."

It was bad enough to be locked away down here like a dangerous criminal. To see the shadow of anger that fell over Carl's face only furthered the half-blood's misery, knowing that she was the cause of the conflict between him and his father. While failing to search for the right words to comfort Carl, her sharp ears twitched at the all-too familiar sound of a certain pair of boots on the street above her head, a voice carrying down into her cell. Her already sour mood worsened significantly.

Mason's bronze head snapped up. "Listen, Carl. Your dad's on his way down here. You gotta scram," she urged him. Rick's visit was already bound to be unpleasant. The last thing she needed was for Carl to be caught down here and get stuck in the middle of their conflict.

Carl knew she was right. He'd heard some of the others say things like that from time to time, but it somehow meant more to hear it come from Mason. He swallowed thickly, trying to tamp down his anger, but he knew until Rick let her out of the cell that he'd be angry at him the entire time.

When she announced that he needed to leave because his Dad was on his way, his head cocked slightly. He hadn't heard anything and he sure didn't see him. His eyes moved over her. Maybe she did have superpowers, he thought whimsically. He hadn't wanted his visit to be cut short already, but he knew that she was right. It wouldn't do any of them any good for him to be there when Rick showed up. "I'll come back soon," he promised her. He then turned and headed to the door and slipped out before another word was spoken.

Rick couldn't be sure, but he thought he saw Carl slipping out from where the cells were kept. He moved through the door and inquired, "I saw your visitor slipping out. He tell you he's mad at me for all this?" She could end it all if she would just answer his question and be truthful with him. It could all be over, but she was stubborn.

[destruqtivist]

“It’s okay to let go. Just go. I’ll be alright.” (for twd/hunter! Negan 👀 maybe a trip outside Alexandria gone wrong???)

memes ; always accepting.

There was frustration there in the hard glint of his eyes. It sparked like tinder when he scoffed. The very fucking last thing Negan wanted to do was show back up at Alexandria without Mason after their very public and turbulent relationship. The rumors would spread and selfishly, leaving her behind would paint him in a bad light. There was also the glaringly obvious fact she was far more useful to him alive rather than dead. "That's not a fucking option here, Tinkerbell." He says as he leans down lending her his arm to put weight on so he could hoist her up from the leaves, grass, and twigs she was settled in. "You cannot make it back in one piece on your own and frankly, I don't want to be blamed for your dumb ass demise. Got it?" His brow raises slightly, "So unless you can sprinkle some good ole' fairy dust to heal your leg, you're gonna have to shut up and accept my help."

[wrathfulmercy]

[ AFAR ]:     a letter delivered by the writer from another country/city/planet/etc in order to reassure the recipient and let them know they’re okay. (assassin)

Letter prompts from here @smokinmirrors

May,

I know I promised to be back by now. Promised you’d get a sign of me sooner than now. I am sorry that you’ve probably ran around in circles, looked into those windows where we had our first meeting without finding me… or at least I hope so. Please know I didn’t forget. Actually I never forget about you if I’m being honest… I couldn’t even say what I miss the most, if it’s your smile or the way you tease me or the way your skin feels under my fingertips or how you say my name... I’ve never met a woman like you… so unique and strong even able to manage my messy self. I can’t say thank you enough and I’ll probably not be able to say it to your face cause I’ll be too busy with showering you in kisses when we next meet… but I mean it. I meant every word I whispered to you at night and in the early mornings. Please forgive me that I can’t tell you where I am. That I can’t let you know how long it takes but all I hope is that you wait for me and that I’ll find you where you always look the prettiest. I miss you. But I promise I’ll come back to you cause the thought of seeing you is what keeps me breathing. I cross my heart.

Umbra

[godstrayed]

❛  i know things aren't easy right now, but i want to remain a fixture in your life. after all, you're one in mine.  ❜ (for Steve in our blind! au)

memes. ╱ always accepting.

　Grace seemed like a weakness, especially in tough times. Steve realized that despite everything, there was nowhere he'd rather be than by Mason's side. In the heat of the moment, words often failed him, but internally, he grappled with much. However, she had such a unique insight into his innermost thoughts - his ghosts, his memories, the persistent feelings he couldn't shake, and the weight of his regrets.

"I understand that things are tough right now, but I want to remain a constant presence in your life. Because, in mine, you're irreplaceable," he admitted after a pause, realizing it was better to express his feelings outright than to let Mason discern them indirectly from his thoughts - a cowardly approach. "I don't want to walk away when times get rough, M. You know me. No matter how challenging things may become, I'll stand by you. Always. Whether as your friend or whatever you would have me be."

[kylo-wrecked]

🖤 (hi hi!)

{ from this meme }

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive/intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way!!! / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / (yes) / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

They're just good friends. They're just really good friends. They're friends.

[shelbysdevil]

[  SLOW  ]:     after resisting their feelings for one another for a very long time, sender finally breaks down and reveals to the receiver that they love them. (Peaky Blinders)

I Love You prompts from here @smokinmirrors

They had been talking about this so many times. So many damn times he warned her about getting attached to him who thought a curse was following him and his family until the end of their days. It didn't matter that he had seen her powers, that he had witnessed how much of a strong and independent woman Mason was, the fear that her connection to him could harm her would always linger in his chest. Tommy had become detached from his own emotions for everyones protection and since they had been growing close and he considered Mason as part of his family, he knew he had to bury what was suddenly awakening in his heart. From the very first time he felt it he went into denial and covered the love with more sex, more jokes and more gifts but at least he managed to never speak it out and admit to feel the same she revealed to him right now.

Watching the tears in her eyes proving her fear was actually more scary than he expected cause he couldn't stop to ask himself if this was his fault. Did he make her fear this? Fear him and his reaction? It would have been a smart decision to swallow it, to run away just like he did for so many months but Mason wasn't a coward. She was different. And Tommy loved her for it. “Mason, we talked about this. Don’t do that to me.” he said calmly and with a raised hand to sooth her as he dared to step closer, not realizing that the lump in his throat made his voice sound more fragile than he would ever allow to show. “You don't have to say that, you know? It's alright. I'm here and I won't walk away if things stay like they are.” But would he if he would admit he was feeling the same? Was he actually so scared of this that it would turn him into the same asshole he had been before meeting her? “You don't have to love me.” he hushed as hands closed around her face to softly caress her cheeks, a broken and forced smile on his lips. “I would understand if you don't. Nobody does. Not even myself.” And he was convinced he didn't deserve it anyways.

Lips pressed against her forehead to leave a kiss before he rested his head against hers and closed his eyes so he would be able to keep talking and holding onto her. “This is good. And I want it to stay good. Can you not give me that? Please.” Fear. Something Tommy Shelby barely felt but was so aware of in this moment as he begged her to take it back and never mention it again. He couldn't drag her into this. Bring that curse over her when life was treating her poorly even before they met. He loved her simply too much to bear that but would rather cut out his tongue than to admit it. “This is ours.” he said and opened his eyes, hands tightly holding onto her face as if he wanted to get that into her head. “And I won't let anyone take it away. So don't do it either, you hear me? Don’t say that again.”

[protectmypeople]

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Screaming, crying, throwing chairs against the wall- YOUU ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆, my love <3

[rubiesintherough]

❛ you don’t have to keep me company, i’m fine by myself. ❜ (for Wraith)

@smokinmirrors​​

He didn’t have to, but there was nowhere else he had to be... and he wanted to. Wraith wasn’t sure if he was doing any good sitting by her, in silence, but he hoped he was. Some quiet support, if nothing else. Whatever she was going through, it seemed wrong to let Mason tackle it on her own. 

His hand rose toward his chest   “ I’m ”   and both arms shifted out, gesturing,   “ Here “. The words signed with the flicker of a smile, the next part of the statement remaining unspoken,  ‘ If you need me ‘. 

[nightmarefuele]

( let me assign you an affection language. )

a story that ends in blood

The world has always been unkind, and when you have turned to yourself for comfort you have come face to face with an empty pit which seems to be laughing. You don’t care if it kills you. [redacted;] They are yours. You will make a tear in this world and create a new place for you and your love if it comes to that. [redacted.]

an undoing influence

Can someone tell you what to do? You have been carrying so much love within you for so long it is starting to turn into anger (why does it matter, all you see is red anyways) and you have been dragging this body through each day and every night you are split open on your bed and it is so so so lonely. If someone were to walk in while you were on your bed that way and they stitched you back in a new way, [any way,] you’d probably find this dreary world a little more bearable. You want someone to turn you over and over until you look in the mirror and see yourself looking back at yourself with a gentleness which has been lacking in you since forever.

tagged by: @protectmypeople & @petitsdieu, my favorite fiends.

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[destruqtivist]

[ aligned ] sender lays their hand flat against receivers, lining up every digit to compare sizes (for Kylo)

memes ; always accepting.

His gaze was focused and soft. His hand was riddled with old bruises, scars, and burns. Some from blasters, other from sabers, calloused beyond belief from fighting and farm work--rough and telling tales of his two very different lives. This entire body was a picture of his old life. The phantom aches of old wounds kept him awake at night sometimes. And other times he would reach for his saber only to find it tucked away inside the farmhouse for safe keeping since not many fights broke out on this forgotten planet he was hidden on.

Other times, he could feel the force around him buzzing as a reminder of what he was capable of. Nowadays, he liked to use his hands for things other than killing: picking plants, weeding their gardens, and being nipped by the chickens who had taken a liking to Mason but not him. Lining his hands with her, smooth against rough, small against large, both tanned from their work-- his eyes flicker up, soft and brown and adoring, with a small smile. Not the hands of a killer, not the hand of Snoke's loyal attack dog, no... Just Ben's.