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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." 

[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."

[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.”

[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.

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[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.

[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 ‘. 

[wrathfulmercy]

//happy valentines to all my followers and your wonderful muses ❤️ I hope you have a wonderful day and know that my muses and me love you dearly 💕💕💕 a special thanks to all my lovelies that stand by my side for years on here with all my messed up muses and love them either way 😭 thank you, I’m blessed having you in my life you’re all the best 🥰🥰🥰

@elpida @relicuniques @xgoldxnhour @mettleborn @smokinmirrors @lovelylostminds @thesongbiird @emeryfleming just to mention a few ❤️❤️❤️

As mentioned I’m not here this week for writing but I’ll surely catch up next week ❤️

[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.

[shelbysdevil]

i found you, and now everything is music. (Peaky blinders)

Quotes to a lover part 2 from here @smokinmirrors

“Music, huh?” Tommy couldn't help to chuckle lowly as Mason said that. Of course it was always obvious that she had a softer side inside of her, but this expression sounded unusual even for her. “Aren't you a bit dramatic? Or did you just find your romantic side?” Of course he was just mocking her and turned his face to look at her cuddled into his side while his fingers softly stroked away her long strains of hair with a gentle smile. “I do not need music when I have you. You're my music, Miss Zircon.” He spoke in a low hushing voice, his nose nudging against her face before his legs wrapped around hers to pull her closer against him. “Dance with me next time then. I wanna know the rhythm of that music you hear.”

Blue eyes lowered to her hand which he reached for to lace their fingers and escape that intimate gaze they were exchanging prior to that. “I wanna see you dance for me...” it was more a mumble that got swallowed as he kissed the back of her hand and closed his eyes again, arm tugging her in tightly to keep her safely in his arms. “My little dancing light.” It was what she had always been for him: A light that kept guiding him away from his own darkness he nearly got lost in before they met. While others might fear what she withhold, it was him who was drawn to it and never understood her shame of showing it. Tommy would always refer to her as his light and in this moment it made him smile to imagine her dancing in it while he could be the music in the back for her. As long as she kept moving in all her grace for him, he would never get tired of watching.

[v1ctimplagued]

How Color-Coded Are You?

RED CODED

red, a study in being in love with the thrill, the ticking of a broken clock, and hearing your heartbeat in your ears. you've become addicted to the thrill of danger and living life recklessly. you've managed to make people believe that you're untouchable, that you live life so dangerously and yet so precisely that the world revolves around you and only you. but it doesn't. it moves without you, it will continue to move when you stop, and it will always move on when you never move again. the world is uncaring. and you have to match that energy. you can't stop moving, or you'll end up dead.

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