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* do you ever think before you speak? you should try it. * samuel and caesar
Cee bites her tongue because she suddenly feels self-conscious. Samuel is supposed to trust in her, but he treats her like a child. She does not like that because she’s an adult - an adult who’s trying to adjust to a world that she’s got very little knowledge about. A world where magic is terror and she’s still trying to work out the kinks of it all.
In Cee’s mind, he should be more understanding.
But then again, no one’s ever been understanding towards her. So, why should this be any different?
“Do you? Because, if you tried being nicer, I’d attempt to keep my mouth shut,” she bites back, after a few moments of silence where she tries to find her words. “It’s a two way street.” Her finger wiggles at him, and then her arms cross over her chest after that. She’s so done.
@millertommy
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prompt: send me ‘👀’ for something my muse has said about yours to someone else / when they’re not around | dia & sg!tv
for: @moonsaintsverse: of gods and monsters
notes: journalist!cloud, and not an art hoe cloud, goes on a blind date and her sister wants to know the details. thing is...she's still processing things. date was...different. i did not reread this btw. i am doing drabbles for nano and just posting stuff. so.....✌️♥️ we don't proof read here.
When Cloud walks through the doors of her sister Amya’s home, Amya’s arms are crossed and she’s shaking her head with a smirk on her face, which manages to make Cloud roll her eyes. Cloud looks like she’s gone through a walk of shame, because some of the buttons on her blouse are broken when they weren’t before and her hair is unruly and her makeup is, well, everywhere. Plus her heels are in her hand when she walks through the door and she looks like she's buzzing from adrenaline.
And though Cloud would typically high five her sister after a good night out where she got laid after a great blind date with an attractive person, that’s not what happened at all. She did not get laid, and her date night was more confusing than anything else.
Last night she went on a date with a guy her sister had set her up with and the two of them had gotten along pretty well, up until trouble followed and made the date a whole lot more than your typical wine and salad that ended with a make out session.
No – this night out, hadn’t even ended in trouble due to her own bullshit, it had ended that way due to his. Apparently, ‘trouble’ was this guy’s last name. Sweet, overly honest, wikipedia smart Steven, had people after him that caused even her to question things. Because, well, they weren’t uhm – human, or even just superhuman or mutant.
Whoever was after him were Other.
Which, you know, should have caused her to jolt the fuck out of any future date that could ever occur between them. And the fact that she was so chill about it probably made her seem suspicious enough for him not to call her – and he hadn’t since she’d left – but she thought it was interesting enough that, when her sister cleared her throat and had her hands out and asked, “So – how was the date?” Cloud couldn’t help but to smirk and shrug a bit half-shrug, before placing her heels near the door.
“It was fun, I think I’ll call him in a bit. See if he’d want to have another date sometime soon. I really liked him,” even though there was more to it than that and more than one person on their date technically, when things began to go to the fuckening. Though that person wasn't technically her date. And the whole thing was a bit confusing, despite her own knowledge on these things. “He likes old things like I do. Talks a lot though. But he’s honest like you said and kind…Thing is, there’s more to him than meets the eye and I like that, too.”
Amya leaned forward, rested her head in her chin. “That’s the first time you’ve enjoyed a date in a while. That good in bed huh?”
Cloud rolled her eyes. “I don’t kiss and tell, you know that,” she lied.
Amya rolled her eyes, “Boo.”
Which made Cloud laugh. “No, no – we didn’t do anything. We just, like, had a good time. And you know me, always falling on my ass and injuring myself somehow. Fucked up my outfit. But it’s all fine. He doesn't mind the fact that I almost ended up in the emergency for having fun.” Another lie, despite Amya knowing some of the Delphine stuff she does not know all, so there’s not much else to go into.
“Nice guy, you had a blast, and you didn’t even bone – a waste.” Amya teased, sitting back. “Just when I thought I knew you, I was wrong.”
Cloud laughed at her sister again. “Amya, please. It was a first date.”
“Yeah, yeah. It’s not like you haven’t fu–”
Before Amya can say anything else, there’s a knock on the door, and when Cloud goes to open it, there’s no one there. “Weird,” she said.
“Actually no, you’re doing that thing you do. Where you think you hear something but –”
“I don’t,” Cloud finished for her.
Amya nodded. “Go rest. Go dream about your date that you didn’t get to bone, because you don’t live life as adventurously as I thought.”
Cloud shook her head, ran her hand down her face. It had been a long night, and her sister had somehow managed to make it a good day. But Amya, more than anyone knew it was true, she needed to go to bed. Thing was, Cloud wasn't exactly sure she could sleep. There was too much on her mind. Too much that didn't make any sense.
#noswrittenworks#annie: claudia x sg#multi: of gods and monsters#multi drabbles: of gods and monsters#screams idk this is bad but this is just her thots when they first meet that it's a good date and that she's very confused#also it's always funny to me that dia2 is like.....OH MONSTERS AND SHIT IVE FOUGHT THEM#and dia1 is like WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK lol#dia2 the assassin bad bissshhhhhhhhhh who is like (there is blood in my mouth wuw humanity is blood i guess?)#and dia1 is like (there is blood in my mouth.....as a journalist i'm gonna spit that shit up rn now .....and then write more about it)#lol i love da bish
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[ knowing ] sender has been holding receiver's hand all this time without realizing it and hurries to let go (david and martina)
for: @ohwritewho: martina roscoe-dardashti & david vargas
verse: remember the name
notes: 🙂
triggers: threats from a guard with a weapon. some fighting with said guard.
His hand in hers should serve as comfort. However, it mostly distracts her from saving both of them and causes her to look from their hands, right back to him. Then, the action is repeated because she is incredibly confused by what’s on David’s mind.
Since she’s known him, David has made it known that he does not like her or care about her at all. He also tries to make it known that she shouldn’t exist, either.
And no – it’s not because he hates the fact that she exists, or because he hates people with abilities. It more-or-less has to do with the fact that he swears that she’s “dangerous” to those around her, even now, when she has control of her powers and strength and no one can or will control her, again.
She does jump up and look away from their hands, to look at the guard who’s still pointing a gun at them and has yet to shoot. Which, you know, in Marta’s eyes is a pussy move, since she needs the headrush and adrenaline rush of healing to get out of this mess faster. But okay, he’s just threatening – all bark, no bite.
“Can you repeat your question, Sir?” she asks, slowly, looking at him with no fear in her eyes, even though David looks as though he is shaking in his boots.
“How did you get past the entrance without attention?” he asks, the gun now pressed up against her chest.
For a moment, David holds her hand tighter, then realizes what he’s done. The young man then lets go, kicks the guard in the groin and takes his gun. He then looks at Marta and sighs. “Why did you let that go on for so long?” He asks.
Marta watches as the guard gets up, holding himself despite his pain. But she hits him hard enough in the head with her own head that he passes out. “Why were you holding my hand….weirdo? That’s a…romantic gesture…” she mumbles, somewhat dizzy from headbutting the guard.
David rolls his eyes, "Not all the time," is all he says. And once she has her balance, she notices that he’s still just standing there. And just when she’s about to speak, she notices he gets that she’s about to tell him to run, so he follows her to the next checkpoint and does not hold her hand, again.
#[ writing tag ]#noswrittenworks*#[ writing: martina | normal | remember the name ]#[ verse: remember the name ]#[ tagging: fable ]#[ fable: marta x david ]#notes: marta is like...why tho
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❝ finally, some peace and quiet. ❞ » selim x cloud
@blogonthebrain | multi: welcome to the library
❝ Finally, some peace and quiet,❞ Selim sighs, flopping onto his couch, hand rolling down his face after he takes off his glasses and takes a deep breath.
To Cloud, it’s very clear that she and Selim have differing ideas on peace and quiet. Cloud’s idea of peace has to do with relaxing by the sea and smelling the saltiness of the air around her. It has to do with watching as waves crash against rock and the sounds of the water roar when it rolls back.
To her, the city is nowhere near peaceful and not even close to quiet, and since her arrival, it’s never once been peaceful or quiet at all. The noise the city is constantly making is overwhelming at best. She misses her home, her island – her people – and if it wasn’t her destiny to protect the librarian and the library, she would have left the second she arrived and was bombarded by all the noise the place had to offer.
“You call this peace and quiet? I call this never-ending noise and movement…” Cloud states, sitting beside him on the couch, resting her head against his shoulder. “I do not understand this urge to constantly move. This unnecessary unrest.”
She yawns, since their mission with the library today was a lot more difficult than planned, and guarding Selim had tired her out. She should not sleep when he sleeps though. She has a job to do. So her speaking of unrest is ironic.
“I appreciate the unrest,” he tells her, calmly, letting her rest her hand on his chest. “Because even when I’m not on the go, the city is...constantly moving and chaotic.”
“Does that not bother you?” she asks, sitting up just a bit, so he can see her up close. Her brown eyes wide as she looks at him. “The chaos.”
“If chaos bothered me, I wouldn’t be the librarian – I wouldn’t let you guard me.” He says this in a way that would insult anyone except her.
“I see. Well, I miss my home. It was much quieter than this. It’s as though I cannot escape the noise here. Everywhere I go – noise,” she scrunches her nose, then lays back down, this time against his chest. “How do you handle the noise?”
“I was raised in it. It’s home for me. I think your home would drive me insane,” Selim admits.
Cloud feels the need to say more, but she listens to the city. The sound of the horns of the cars and music from buildings away. The crying babies. She can say it’s about to drive her insane, but before she knows it, she’s asleep, and when she wakes up, Selim’s awake, reading some book on his desk, breakfast for her on the coffee table in front of her.
“I wasn’t supposed to sleep,” she says.
“Well, I haven’t slept and I'm alive. So, it's fine,” he replies, making her sigh. The librarian can be so irritating at times.
#noswrittenworks*#bri: claudia x selim#multi: welcome to the library#i don't know if this makes sense but i was thinking of them
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“ do you love me ?” ezra at delphine.
@moonsaints
The question is enough to make Delphine roll her eyes. They are both rivals – enemies even. They do not do love, or even niceties. If anything, they are only working together because they don’t have a choice. The world could potentially turn to ash or just not exist if they don’t work together.
And though Delphine insists her students are just students and not people to care about, Ezra considers his students to be his children who he empathizes with. This is something she finds weird. His ‘love’ for her and affection is also weird, too.
So, to answer his question, she replies with a question herself, “Should I?” Because would it need to be said if she did love him. It’s not that she does, but if she did, she probably would not need to tell him. Her emotions have always been difficult to pinpoint though.
Which is why she isn’t too sure. But one thing is for sure, is that she does not use her powers against him. She always lets Ezra have a choice. She never makes him do anything like hold her hand or make him express questions like this. It's all of his own accord. Therefore, she's certain, in a way, that that is love - isn't it? To have power, but not use it.
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“ have you ever considered running away ?” minny at cloud daviau.
@moonsaints
As nice as running away sounds -- it isn’t realistic.
There are things to do now. A government to stop, people to bring down. You can’t just run away from your problems to be with a woman. Though this woman may be the woman of your dreams, the woman you’ve been wanting and waiting for since you’ve decided on the idea of a partner, you know that there are things about Minny that make her not right for you. The fact that she wants you to run away, for instance, and wants you to quit, is one of them.
“I get that you say that I’m just one person, that you say that no matter how invincible I am, that this will kill me in the end – but the thing is, I’m doing what I love, and I’m helping. I’m really helping, Min,” you admit to her, hand in hers, rubbing the back with your thumb as you look at her with big sad eyes, knowing this could be the end, that she could make a big scene because she wants this all to end due to your choosing this life instead of her.
“In another life, I’d run away with you, sure -- but it’s not realistic until I get Marta back. And even then, I have to stop them from ripping other families apart, I have to stop them from hurting people.” Your shoulders shrug, and you’re surprised when Min doesn’t pull her hands away from you.
Instead, she looks at you, nods and sighs. “Do you want to come inside?”
And though you know the night may end in an argument, you follow her when she walks up the stairs to her home. And when she kisses you, you kiss her in return, enjoying the attention you receive from your wife.
#writing: claudia daviau | the conspiracy#annie: claudia x minerva#multi: the conspiracy#rpstuff*#writing tag#noswrittenworks
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☀️ SUN - are they a morning person? what is the first thing they do in the morning?
Lunanera
Luna is weirdly a morning person. I think everyone expects her to be a night person, but she's always been attracted to the light. That's why she tends to like people who are brighter than her personality-wise.
And to be honest, away from people, and just in general, she likes the way the sun feels against her skin. The warmth makes her feel alive.
As far as the first thing she does in the morning is have a cup of hot coffee, while she looks at the sun rising. I don’t think Luna has to sleep so she probably got to see the sun set earlier, too.
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prompt: “ you’re here so often, i figured it was about time you had your very own mug!”
for: @bondgirlverse: can you make a shadow?
Hamia’s rarely ever tired. She’s the type of person who can stay up for hours without being exhausted. Even on days where her body is tired, and she’s sluggish, the journalist’s brain isn’t, and she tends to stay up, working on paperwork involving Shadow Palms and the weird things that occur there.
And though Vanya is out of town right now, Hamia’s certain that she wouldn’t Naom hovering around bothering her, when he could be at his place, doing whatever it is he does whenever Vanya’s home, even though she and Vanya have an odd arrangement with her and – if anything – Naom is Hamia’s best friend above everything else, and like him, Hamia is simply a newcomer and guest and nothing more. And he can probably tell she is tired today because he kept talking to her about everything and nothing, which caused her to pay him mind while she went over notes and photographs.
“You know, you don’t have to stay. I’m perfectly capable of going over research on my own,” Hamia expressed to Naom as she sat looking at evidence the town’s people gave her, while he stood with a box in hand.
Before she could finally ask him what it was. He walked over to her and placed it in front of her, gave her something of a smile, and took a step back, “I know, but I thought you could use the company,” he said softly, nodding once.
She placed the photo of the man in her hand down to pick up the box, and slowly undid the white ribbon the box had on it. When she took out the paper inside of it, there was a cup with a cat on it that said ‘you’re prrr-fect’ that made her make a funny face, before smiling, and then rolling her eyes. “Seriously, Naom?” she questioned, before looking at him. “I love it. But seriously?”
“You’re here so often, I figured it was time you finally had your own mug,” he told her, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, before picking up a picture making a face. “Hey, I know this guy.”
Hamia placed the cup down, gave Naom a dumb look. “You live here, of course you do.”
“No, he doesn’t live here. He lives out of town,” Naom expressed.
Hamia’s expression went blank as the gears in her head began to turn. “Oh?” she asked.
“Yeah, oh…” Naom replied. “Oh, indeed.”
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prompt: a love like religion
who: claudia daviau (assassin & baker verse)
pairing: claudia daviau & lil daviau
triggers: religious undertones (except not, except yes?), guilt (not really from religion but the blood on her hands), references violence but in 0 detail.
written for: rhian ( discord prompt )
notes: listen all i can think about is "my religion is you" for the holiday prompt. like i tried to keep it toned down but it’s holidays and brain went there. but wives who hide their double lives….lil who accepts cloud, cloud who accepts lil 🥹
Admittedly, you don’t feel like celebrating religious holidays, anymore. You don’t feel like any God would want you, due to the things you do and the way you do them.
And while you know your father’s G-d is more forgiving than your mother’s Catholic God, there just seems like there’s so much wrong in killing for Delphine that just makes you seem unworthy of praying to anyone about anything.
Sure, sure, the whole thing about religion is that it should be accepting of those who are at the lowest of the totem pole, but again, feels wrong, feels gross, just going about like you do no harm on a daily basis.
Before Lil, you didn’t even feel like you were deserving of a normal life. The life you led as a baker seemed so silly, it seemed so tiring to just show everyone this part of you that – was you – but also wasn’t, though Lil would argue that the Baker you was the most you, because you’re happier in the bakery.
Lil — who makes Dexter look like a stuffed toy bear on a bad day.
Lil — who makes a mean cake and damn delightful cherry pie on a good day.
Lil – who would probably scare Chucky, if he were real on her worst day.
Lil — who is also the best mother to your children and wife you could ask for on her best.
Seeing Lil be so layered, makes you realize you are allowed to live a life full of disguise, just as long as those who loved you knew who you were. And the thing is, since many don’t live long enough to love you – because you’re a danger without trying – the fact that Lil has and can protect herself, makes her special to you.
And no, she’s not like your ex-husband Jackson. You don’t stay with her cause she makes you feel guilty or like shit. No, you stay with Lil because you love her. You love her so fucking much that if you were to pray, it’d probably be to her, because she’s the only thing in the universe worthy of your love and devotion.
Which, of course is ridiculous, but it’s like — Lil is amazing, she’s everything to you, and you do mean it.
Lil, should, and could, be the light on your dark winter’s night, despite her own darkness.
And for that, she’s all you can think about as you walk through the cold city’s night —- blonde hair, beautiful smile, protective heart — your wife.
#noswrittenworks#rpstuff*#rhian: claudia x lil#this makes me roll around and want to eat grass from the earth#writing tag
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prompt: a ride
who: lorenzo fox
pairing: lorenzo fox & & delta (@outfromthesea)
triggers: none
written for: kayla
notes: fox sees delta at a bar and he gives her a ride.
Fox has just driven his sister to the bar; where she works part time, occasionally. Jen, his sister, doesn’t like to drive and typically walks everywhere because she prefers it. But this new job, at this bar that they’ve been going to since they were both twenty-one, isn’t a walking distance and Fox has been driving her there since she began working.
Of course, once there, he accompanies her inside to scare off anyone who decides to berate her or make little comments she won’t want to hear. To people who don’t know him, he’s not scary or anything, but to people who know him from his boxing days, they know enough to know not to bother his sister unless she pulls out the first move. It’s not something that was his idea, but Jen has insisted that it keeps her safer, and therefore he does it whenever her shift starts.
Today, he’d been on his way out of the bar, when he spots the woman he knows from the gym he goes to keep in shape. She looks great, just as she does when she’s exercising, which to him is funny since most people look bad sweaty or when they’re tipsy they look their worst.
She’s a little flushed from whatever she’s been drinking, but she looks a little defeated, which leads him to feel the need to walk up to her.
It’s not with any bad intention. He’s genuinely curious if she’s fine.
“Delta?” he says calmly, giving her a soft smile to show he’s not meant to trouble her. “Everything fine? You look like someone pinched your puppy in front of you.” He furrows in his brows, watches and her facial features ease off from the confusion.
“I don’t have a ride home. My friend found someone to go home with, and I’m sort of stuck here until I can get a ride. And to my surprise, most of my friends and family are busy.” She says this calmly, though a bit somberly, as though her friends and family are never that busy.
Gently, Fox nudges her, and then he smiles softly. “I can drive you home. Or a block from home. Whatever you need. I’m not doing anything tonight, anyways. Driving a friend home could help me get rid of some of my boredom.” He pauses. “Unless you wanna sober up with some fries and a milkshake?”
Delta arches a brow. “I don’t mind. I have a sitter – and I’m starving.” She nudges him back, all late, but it makes Fox smile.
“Then, the diner it is,” he responds, walking, before he looks behind her to see if she’s begun to follow.
She has began to follow him, and when they reach his medium sized black truck, he opens the door for her, and helps her in a respectful way. Then, when she’s inside the truck, he turns to smile at her. “I didn’t know you had a kid. That’s cool.” Which probably would freak any of his guy friends out - kids. But Fox has always been fine with kids, and was even considering eventually adopting if things didn’t work out on his end. So far it is a possibility that he could be a father one day to biological children. But if something were to come up and he couldn’t, he wouldn’t be too bothered. He does like children though, so it isn’t like a red flag to him that she has a kid.
“Yeah, she’s great. Usually guys jet the moment I bring her up though,” Delta tells him, rubbing her temples probably cause he’s being too loud and she’s a little tipsy.
“No, it’s fine. I have a lot of siblings. Some are pretty young, and I think that they’re neat, you know? Always curious, always a little funny.” He shrugs, starting the car, before he begins to put it in reverse and then drive.
He wants to bring up how great the food is, but she falls asleep for a moment, and he does not interrupt her sleep. Instead, he drives until he reaches the diner, and gently nudges her awake with his left hand. “We’re here,” he says quietly.
“Milkshake place?” she asks, yawning and stretching, causing him to arch a brow.
“Yep. Milkshake place.” His head nods. “Ready?”
And then he walks out of the truck, opens the door for her, and then walks her to his favorite booth in the diner. Where, surprise surprise, his cousin Reina works. She offers them free food, and gives Fox a curious expression, but does not make a big deal out of his guest of choice. Then, they have some of the best milkshakes and fries the area has to offer. And it’s a good night.
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don’t worry, honey. / nate + rachel
tw: purposeful explosion, rae being an asshole.
Rae’s not a worrier at all. She hates the idea of caring too much, and worrying tends to mean you give a damn – when again, she doesn’t.
For some reason Nate thinks she’s a dainty little creature though, and not a wolf in sheep’s clothing. She finds that hilarious since wolves should typically sense other wolves. But he’s so caught up in his own self to even consider that maybe just maybe that there’s a bigger danger than he is out there.
“Oh, worry? -- Me?!" Her expression is mock shock. "Darling, I wouldn’t dream of it. This whole ‘master plan’ of yours is doomed to fail, whether I worry or not. You’re missing a little flair…a little explosion!” Rae smiles a catlike grin, before licking her lips.
Of course, as she speaks Nate is paying attention to something else. It’s in his nature and makes sense. Shiny things distract idiots, after all. But that doesn’t mean she's going to blow him up for not picking up on her speaking. For crying out, she rarely listens to him.
So it’s fair. It’s equality, as the gifs say.
So, when he looks away, she pushes a button of hers to get his attention, and a car in the city, belonging to their favorite detective and her man, goes up in flames.
Nate looks at her with wide eyes. "What the fuck was that?" he asks, hands out.
“See, if you were paying attention, you’d know what I meant by EXPLOSION!” she laughed, and then winked. "Because, that, was an explosion. Not whatever the fuck you were planning."
#noswrittenworks#writing: rachel temperance | yodo#multi: you only die once#dkjhfkjsdhf they are so funny cus theyre both obsessed with the wrong people instead of each other#which makes them an awful shitty team skdhkjdfksf#fable: rachel x nate
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prompt: ❛ that is… literally illegal. you’re describing something illegal. ❜ nike / sidney
for: @softgayera
notes: sid being sid.....
verse: it's not a verse, it's a 1x1. i did not proof read. tis short.
Sidney’s always out to do something a little wild. It’s kind of how she functions. How her mind works. She can’t help herself, really. She wishes that she could just sit back and do as she’s told, but there’s just no fun in that, is there?
With that in mind, Sid’s eyes dart from Nike to the fence she’s egging her on to jump, but the ballerina keeps giving her excuses about why it’s such a bad idea. “That is literally illegal. You’re describing something illegal!” Nike practically shouts at her, which causes her to roll her eyes pretty hard and then laugh.
“Illegal, my ass. It’s just hopping a fence!” Sid shouts at her girlfriend with enthusiasm.
“Yeah, I’m not doing that.” Nike replies, deadpanned.
“Then don’t,’ Sid says, before she places her hand on the gate, and then begins to climb, Nike’s eyes going wide as she watches her. Sweat trickles down Sid’s forehead, but then she pounces and lands on the other side, striking a landing and smiling at her girlfriend from the other side.
“For fuck’s sake, Sid,” Nike says, before following suit. “For fuck sake.”
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❛ i can’t protect you if i’m dead . ❜ farah + sola
@deathlessfable
Sola continues to bite down on her ice cubes as Farah talks serious business. The mere idea of anyone thinking they protect her is hilarious, but she won’t laugh at Farah. Other than Emerson and her cousin, Farah is the only person that she respects enough to not be rude enough to laugh in her face. She likes her a lot and does not think she deserves it, even when her idea is a bit unnecessary and silly.
“It’s every woman for themselves in New Sunnetta – you know that. I don't need you or anyone else's' protection,” Sola finally says after she swallows the ice, and then places some more in her mouth. Time then goes by slowly as the ice melts and Farah says nothing and just looks at her like she’s the unnecessary one.
This would typically make Sola irritable, yet since it's Farah, it just makes her shrug. “Well, it’s true. You protect me, and then what? You die. I protect you, and then what? I die. That’s just how it is here. It’s basically like those old western movies, except it’s not like that at all. It’s worse cause we’ve got computers and shit.”
She then begins to hum as she chews more ice. Apparently her dearest isn’t in a talking mood because she says nothing. Just makes some groaning noises in irritation, that just make Sola bite on her ice louder and close her eyes...ignoring her.
#writing: sola de luna | yodo#multi: you only die once#fable: sola x farah#fable tag#sdjkfhjsdfh sola is that gif that has asap rocky saying okay LMFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAO#noswrittenworks
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❛ you know what i’d never do ? tell you what to think or feel . ❜ anthony + cloud
@deathlessfable
Truer words have never been said, once she blinks hard, thinking about it.
Anthony has never told her what to do. Even when he’s upset with her for taking things too far with her vigilantism. If anything, he just lets her carry on with what she’s doing, despite the future consequences.
He might ask her to stop, or tell her to relax, and that it’s over now, but that’s about it. Unlike her ex-husband and her former boss (aka mother) she’s never been forced into anything by him. They work as a unit, as a team, and therefore, he lets her do as she pleases, because he apparently trusts her enough to keep her around.
And though his job as a private investigator sometimes gives her something to do, and a bit of purpose, she finds that she’s there because she likes him and not just because she needs a job. She really, truly, likes being around him. Gets a kick out of being his friend. There’s something nice about getting to say she has a friend.
Of course, there are those awkward moments of attraction where she finds it difficult not to make a big move and kiss him right on the lips or reach for his hand with her gloved hand, but she does not do it out of fear of ruining what they have.
It’s clear he likes her though. Not just as friends, either. Because the way he looks at her sometimes, makes her stomach knot. Then, the way he speaks to her - like she’s the only person in the room with a right opinion - makes her smile, even when she’s in a bad mood.
It’s not just how one would look or talk to their friend. And she’s aware of this, because when he talks to Sola, he does not look at her with the same intensity. If anything, he looks at her like they’re the best of friends or like she’s young and impressionable.
So it’s apparent he wants more, but he probably fears things will fuck up the way she does.
Biting down on her lip, she rubs the side of her arm and looks away from him, not being able to make eye-contact. She’s been controlled or used her whole life because that’s how she’s been programmed since she was a mere child. But now, here someone is, wanting her to be herself. And the thing is, she has no idea what to do sometimes when orders aren’t given.
“I know you wouldn’t. But Nate and I have a complicated past. I sort of…act idiotic when I’m around him. I don’t know why,” she tells him, finally looking at him.
He reaches forward, lifts her chin to look up at him, and then nods. “I understand. I’m just saying you deserve more, and that you’re your own woman. And that, I personally would never tell you what to do. You are free to, you know, do things yourself.” He clears his throat before moving his hand. “I’m sorry if that was...out of turn?”
He’s the one who looks away now, and because Dee does not know what else to do, she lets out a shaky breath and just says, “It’s fine…” before she takes a step back from him. “I’ve got work to do. But I promise, Nate won’t be back to cause trouble.” She’s sure of it. Positive, even. And that's mostly because she threatened to kill him if he did. And while Nate may be foolish, he wasn't stupid enough to mess with her anymore.
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for: @moonsaints
verse: bright star
notes: *replies to several months old prompt with starbucks*
The tiny Claudia looked at her adoptive father with bored and tired eyes. Humans were capable of incredible amounts of violence, sure – he had told her this numerous times. Over and over. Like a broken record. Along with several other stories that she soaked in like a sponge. Other animals were capable of violence, too, and violence was part of the nature of animals.
She wasn’t going to tell him this though. She wasn’t much of a talker, to be honest. And she felt like her father didn’t deserve words from her at all, really. So she kept her words to herself. Kept them like a secret. And, instead, she simply stared at the man like he was stupid as he spoke, even though she listened to him go on and on about suppressing her powers, and keeping down her rage, because she could harm people if she didn’t.
The idea of harming others wasn’t something she liked, so she kept that in mind. But still, he was talking and talking and talking. He was talking so much that it got to the point that she broke a light in the room and screamed because it frightened her.
“...See, even you are capable of violence!” father expressed, making her sigh because his logic made no sense. He was using fear-tactics. Aidan, your brother, had warned you of this. He used them with him. So you were prepared for the use of them eventually. "We will do more studying tomorrow." He said this in a way that's so sure of himself, and Claudia wanted to argue but she knows it will go nowhere. She's too tired, too. So, she just nodded.
#multi: the bright star academy#if this sux i havent slept if it doesnt whats up bestie#annie: claudia x ezra#;-; but fam dynamics always make me sad as fuck bye#noswrittenworks
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❛ listen , i love that you’ve got your own thing going on here , but don’t get distracted . ❜ -@fayelistic
Don’t get distracted? What? Like, really – really?
Come the fuck on, she’s not the type to get distracted! She’s a professional! She’s great at her job!
---- except, weeeeell, Tonya has a point.
Tonya has a huge point.
Because while Dia’s going on a tangent in her head, Tonya is shooting those weird bullets at her that can wound her for a long time. And, uhm, well: Dia gets shot on the shoulder and it hurts like a bitch.
It doesn’t make her angry though, it makes her laugh. Like she can’t help but to laugh. And it’s not just a regular or small laugh, it’s a loud and happy laugh – one she shouldn’t be doing after getting shot by something that can actually kill her for real, instead of for a short amount of time.
“Charming!” Cloud calls out, while the sniper stays on the other line of her burner phone. “Next time make a better shot though. You’re more attractive when you actually hit me where it hurts.”
Tonya’s chuckle can be heard. “I don’t care about being attractive. I care about killing you.”
Dia’s laughter stops. “Then why aren’t I dead yet?”
Before Dia can add anything else, a bullet is shot in her direction and Dia has to dodge it. Her phone then vibrates -- a text.
Where’s the fun in that…
The text says, and Dia laughs again, “Love her, I do….Hate her, too. But…you know?” She sighs, when a bullet darts past her, and then she decides to get away from Tonya by running away. She’s had enough fun for today. She needs to patch herself up. Cause, again, whatever Tonya’s using can and will actually kill her…someday.
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#writing: claudia desjardins | maidens#multi: maidens#faye: claudia x tonya#faye tag#laughing at cloud doing what luna used to do but now that luna's death she's like uhhmmm wtf#lolololol like cloud really be listening to delphine all the time...but when luna gives orders she's like oh? oh? okay damn....grandma#is always right LMFAAAAAAAAAAO#so tonya trying to kill her while she does luna's old work or rather what skye used to do is so fucking funny cause sjhjkshdjkfs cloud#is dumb of ass....as you know.....and even if she's like...im the bestest#she's literally dumb of ass....#noswrittenworks
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