#verse: the writing on the wall

[valtsv]

“If you want an apology—” “Quite the opposite, actually.” Shrue blinks at her in genuine bemusement. “... I don't follow.” “I thought perhaps we could fight about it.” Val says it as casually as if she's suggesting they take an impromptu late-night stroll. Or: In another reality, Shrue lives, and makes it to the camp of the Children of the Woundtree, where they try with the other survivors to rebuild their lives. Val is there too. They come to blows about it. Or: (Sort of) Repairing your broken relationship with a little percussive maintenance.

finally wrote a fic about these wretched creatures i'm so fond of. you can read it if you want.

[swiftfootedachilles]

im just gonna be honest gang obviously its gonna be easy for you to say youre in love with a character and theyre an angel when anytime they do something you don't like you brush it off as out of character

[xovera-toz]

How we feelin about free verse?

[red-hemlock]

If your muse suddenly grew wings, what would they look like? (i.e: feathered and bird-like, leathery bat-like wings, insect-like, ect...)

(Fairy wings the shape and color of fallen Autumn leaves, the kind that are just starting to turn! They'd still be that deep, vibrant Fall-red around where the wings connect to her body, bleeding into that crumbly-looking brown color the closer you get to the wingtips and with a reddish-brown outline and leaf veins... You also wouldn't be able to see through the membranes. When they move, they'd probably shed bits of dusty leaf residue, instead of the standard sparkly fairy-dust.

River is pretty heavy due to having a bit more muscle-mass, so the wings would likely be too delicate to support actual flight for her; but she'd be able to use them to glide, and would be able to hover off the ground for a little bit if she put the effort into it. They'd also be able to give her a 'boost' in speed when running after her targets in order to close the gap a little quicker, she'd definitely keep them hidden and whip them out for a 'surprise-attack'!)

[zoklaanogar]

✿

send me a  ✿ for a pre - established relationship meme between our muses!  bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

ROMANCE.     childhood sweethearts  /  [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush  /  [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush  /  exes  /  exes to lovers  /  forbidden lovers  /  highschool sweethearts  /  secret relationship  /  opposites attract  /  long distance  /  unrequited [ from your muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from my muses side ]  /  unrequited [ from both sides ]  /  skinny love  /  friends to lovers  /  enemies to lovers  /  spurious relationship  /  power couple  /  newly entered  /  soulmates [ metaphorical ]  /  soulmates  [ literal ]  /  awkward  /  turning toxic  /  toxic love  /  cheating [ on your muse ]  /  cheating [ with your muse ]  /  other 

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  / jon is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

[tvrningout]

tbh some of y'all keep posting about naruto and it makes me wanna interact so bad bc of my nostalgia, but i know diddly about anything shippuden and beyond :' ) i would be floundering :' )

[recitedemise]

Sliske's really ought to check if he's a tracking device on him. There's no other reason, surely, for how Gale is suddenly clamoring his way, his bright eyes beaming and outright twinkling, and his cheeks, wind-bitten, all winter-nipped. He enters the book store, a chintzy hovel more a bookworm's secret. In the corner, a humble station serves peculating coffee, and quieter than anything, a vinyl sings. "Spending an evening with Robert Smith without me? I don't know whether to be offended or delighted in your continual show of exceptional taste." Gale grins. Wind-swept, he looks just a little bit like an over-eager puppy, one with a leather suitcase, a thousand papers, and a late-lecture-glaze. "Ah. I didn't mean to startle you. Admittedly, I meant only to swipe a new read after the day I had when I'd suddenly happened upon you--and not a moment too soon if your song choice is any indication. It really is quite palpable, this one. On my darker days, I'd played it like a litany. May I join you?" / @abysswarden.

[celestial-toys]

been laying here listening to Lucky by Dermot Kennedy on loop for half an hour while thinking about Everything Stays and crying

[valeriefauxnom]

Lost Scales

So, a bit belated, but upon the comments of a few on AO3 on the newly-posted chapter, there's now a formal repository for me to put any 'missing scenes' and the like for Scaling!

It only has the one chapter I put up on here first, so no need to look at it if you've already read it! But I'd figured I'd put out a formal announcement regardless.

I'll also say that with the newest chapter I put out Feb.28? ...being unexpectedly early, it's quite possible that the next one will be a bit later, since it's likely to be an important one to the direction of the plot. My apologies for the wait, but in the meantime, I hope that this+the early chapter helps make up for it!

[gaiachose]

❝ Are you the new employee I was supposed to meeting today? Forgive me if you are, I don't have time to remember names. ❞

@emily-lotus / starter call

[mywordsflowlikewater]

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I got the flow.   Not your average Joe, or a yoyo.  

Because I am not attached to anyone's string.

 I make my own music when I sing.   I live no strings attached, so everyone get back.

 If you think I will just be another card who fits in the stack. I like working as a team, not trying to be mean.

But like green potato chips, opportunities come far and few.

 Ever wonder where the other six options life gave you would of taken you?

 I most certainly do.

 I am like Blue's Clues, trying to pick up the pieces.   Like some great scholar this is my thesis.

 Like Wendy's, this is where the beef is.   No need to loose leaf this, in fact I hope you don't.

 Life is short.   No nose bleeds, I don't snort.

 I export my feelings from my head, through my pc, through this window like screen.

 Until it meets you in whatever Tumblr looks like to you.

 For me it's dark blue, but I think our words give it color.

 4th wall breaker, need I even mutter.   

[embodies]

' you need rest. '   ↪ @finalslay : mary & dean.

to need is to be a burden : he has been trained in the art of self - sufficiency by his father, by her counterpart, from a young age. not only that, but the need to protect was instilled as strongly as any instinct. the deep - rooted compulsion to erase his own needs in favour of sammy's, wasn't that just how the world worked ? a skewed sense of what life is and what it's supposed to be. this is all he's ever known. and yet, family is sacred. the bond that ties them carefully crafted and easily broken, never fully able to be severed. for better or for worse.

❛ i can't. ❜ the strain of it all pains him to say, voice cracked / fragmented / shards of weakness splintering amidst his vocal cords. lips pressed together, he shakes his head, forlorn. ❛ not until this is all over. ❜ but there is no deadline to this, no white - picket fence on the horizon for him. he avoids the unspoken question, lingering in his peripheral vision. an angel that weeps. and what if it's never over ?

then he'll never rest.

[augustmoon259]

Summary: Miguel O'Hara is stranded on an Earth where he is just a fictional character. He does not take this well. But, even if this universe has no superheroes, the woman who saved him just might be one. A story about learning how to live, when the weight of the world(s) is no longer on your shoulders.

Tags: Earth-1218 (Marvel Comics), Strangers to Lovers, Male-Female Friendship, Slow Burn, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Breaking the Fourth Wall, Demisexuality, Asian Character(s), Vietnamese OC, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Slice of Life

Language: English

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Miguel O'Hara, Original Female Character(s) of Color

Relationships: Miguel O'Hara/Original Female Character

[radio-4-is-static]

KANASHIBARI | RADWIMPS ft. ao

絶望なんてきっと 生きように よっちゃリアル体験版 障害物競走 それならばもういっそ 走り切る 今を 君と わからないことばかり溢れてる それが何？ そんなステキな世界を私たち二人で 一緒に笑って迷子になろう 「迷子の最後」を確かめにいこう

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Despair, depending on how you live, is a real-life version of a steeplechase I might as well run through it with you, now So much going on, things I don’t understand …So?　 If the world we live in is as beautiful Let us laugh and get lost together And see where we end up - “The Last of the Lost”

[countlessrealities]

@thcpresidcnt sent: E-Rick { For Rick & Evil Rick (for funsies) } Would my muse...? || Accepting !

The question has Rick gleefully smirking in a way that would put the Cheshire Cat to shame. Oh, he likes this game...at least for this round.

"D-Depends on which me y-you're asking that shit too," he replies with an amused snort. "I-I mean, shit, I don't even know the guy i-in some verses. W-Well, most of them. O-Or if I do, I just know tha-that he's the little creep second-in-command, s-so he doesn't exactly scores high in my book."

A shrug follows, but the amused glint in his eyes doesn't fade. "I-I guess that in those case I-I'd find him physically attractive, b-but assume that he has the biggest stick up his ass, s-so personality would be fuckin' nope. S-Same for dating. I-I'd still fuck him though. 'C-Cause, why not?"

Then his smirk widens a little. "B-But in the verses where I do know him...Damn. A-All of it. He's not bad at all, p-personality wise. T-The guy is hilarious, he's good c-company...and he's fuckin' cute."

E-Rick won't be happy to hear him throw out such words where everyone can read them, but he doesn't care. Besides, the guy always embarrasses himself anyway.

"S-So, he's a catch, for both looks an-and personality. An-And I do date and fuck him, s-so lucky me."

"M-My turn? About time," Evil Rick interjects. This is why he hates being paired up with C-137 in asks. The idiot rambles too much. "Lame personality, he is weak-willed and embarrassing, so no. Not attractive. I-I don't sleep around and I don't date, so no. And I wouldn't fuck or date him even if I did."

A beat of silence.

"I-I can't say anything about his looks, because we look the same. So, no opinion on those."

[bonescribes-a]

@lcstkey: [ snowball fight ]  for the sender to throw a snowball at the receiver and initiate a snowball fight [Simon]

it's another one of those nights -- where simon is locked in the evidence room for so long he nearly forgets what the outside air feels like . it's not a time he enjoys , and he certainly knows the benefits of taking a break , but he can't bring himself to stop working . this is an obvious flaw of his -- one that is occasionally tempered by a caring friend , but not tonight . tonight , he doesn't find himself wandering to the exit of the precinct until . . . well , an embarrassingly late hour .

he's not alone , though . there is another body in the building , working themselves to the bone . simon insists to himself that he doesn't care , that he barely knows detective wolfsong , and that she is more than capable of taking care of her own needs . undeniably , though , he is glad to see her following behind as he walks out the door . he shares a small greeting , a weary attempt at politeness , before carrying on .

it's horrendously cold outside . simon can't help but shiver as the wind hits his face , but keeps walking , not entirely in the mood to make small talk -- and supposing she must not be , either . it's late , after all .

he stops in his tracks when a force -- a cold force -- slams into his shoulder blade . slowly , the prosecutor turns , looking almost menacing until he grins , reaches down , and scoops snow into his bare hands .

he almost can't believe he -- they -- are doing this , but right now , he's too tired to care . how long has it been since he had the simple pleasure of a snowball fight ? just for this moment , simon elects to discard all pretenses , all need to put up a front , and decides to simply . . . have fun .

he throws a snowball back at her .