@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." 

for @smokinmirrors​

Even a veteran hunter like Dean Winchester could not get used to the rank, gut-wrenching odor of dead vampires. Everywhere he looked, mangled corpses and chopped off limbs remained from the battle just fought. His clothes were soaked in undead gore, and while he was fortunate not to get a single scratch from any of the fang-banging freaks, he couldn't wait to hop into a shower and scrub his skin raw with soap. Sure, not all vampires died the same way (he’d seen some of them explode or simply turn to dust), but why did these bastards have to not only stick around, but reek the freaking place up, too?!

As he rubbed the back of his stiff neck, Dean turned to Mason and huffed, "Well, what do you gotta say for yourself? You're lucky I was even able to find you when I had. A second too late, and you might've been a vampire's Thanksgiving feast!"

❝  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.”

❛ 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.

[ DRIVE  IN ]:   sender  and  receiver  have  sex  in  the  car  at  the  drive  in  while  a  scary  movie  plays. (police)

Nsfw prompts Halloween edition from here @smokinmirrors

Rick couldn’t help that all of his attention went straight to mason next to him as soon as they settled with the car to watch american psycho on the screen. It had been more a nostalgic reason to come here since both had seen that movie before, but Rick promised her to do something casual on this day and both of them weren’t big fans of parties. Of course they could have chosen a usual Cinema, but somehow the car had become their second home and it felt right to have a date on the road. So much time had passed until they truly became close like this and finally Rick wasn’t scared to lose her anytime she left a room anymore so it was time to have some normal date night like this, even if normal never had been a word to describe how he felt with her.

As the movie started Ricks eyes had still been set on Mason who now looked at him with these intriguing eyes as if she was innocence in a person even if he knew she wasn’t. “Don’t look at me like that.” Rick mumbled, his hand reaching for her thigh to rest there, stroking along the fabric of her jeans.

“Mhm, how do you want me to look at you then, sheriff?” She always was open to tease him but in combination with her tilted head it just made him grin, his chin lightly gesturing at her.

“Come here, I prefer to have you looking down at me like that.” With a pull on her hand he forced her onto his lap, pushing the driver seat back to have more space between her and the wheel as she conquered him properly. His fingers slipped into her long hair as their lips collided, his thumb stroking along her cheek while their tongues started a dance that soon turnt their breaths into hot messes and fed the tension raising between his loins. Impatiently he started to fiddle with her pants, opening the button and zipper to shove down his hand, allowing his fingers to curl around her center. “I want you. Take it off, please.” he begged in a hush against her lips and without hesitation she pulled his hand back to do as he told while he could open his own pants wide enough to release his cock from his pants.

For a moment he stopped her face inches away from him to take a better look at her, the movie in their backs playing and reflecting a certain light on her face that made her look even more beautiful. “God, you’re so goddamn hot Maze. Ride me.” He didn’t have to tell that twice cause Mason was perfect in taking the lead after they had built a certain trust for each other and after she released herself from her pants, one hand wandered flatly against the ceiling to stabilize herself as she sunk down on him. Immediately Ricks head fell back against the seat, moaning under the relieving feeling he waited for since she had entered his car and it was her catching his lips first again, begging him to look at her while her hips started to roll in waves against his own.

While it was cold outside, the car filled fast with a certain heat, a mixture from lust and moaning of their names between the little cusses that left Ricks lips. He loved her but she was still driving him insane like on the first day and sometimes he couldn’t believe how much the want for her was still there everytime they saw each other. It could have been expected to cool down over time, but with her it felt like it would only grow, even in this moment as he already had the pleasure to fuck her. “I love you.” he murmured again and again between their kisses, his lips turning to her neck and ear just to have her pull him back against her lips again so he would stop using these words for her. Rick couldn’t help it and wanted her to know. He wanted her to never forget that his love was a promise he was meant to keep and that she could always have this if she just stayed with him.

It didn’t seem like she wanted to walk away anymore though, even if she still was the free spirit he met months ago she seemed to calm down within his nearness and Rick couldn’t deny that it made him proud to be the anchor to a woman of her power. “I love you.” he said again as his hand slipped between their lips, his fingers wandering between her teeth to have her suck on them instead so she wasn’t able to interrupt him. Their eyes locked and she couldn’t help the smile, couldn’t help to rest their heads against each other as she finished them both with slow and intimate moves that sent them both to eternity. His hand kept her close by her neck as she collapsed into his arms and only as their breaths calmed down he striped her hairs away to tug it behind her ear. “Don’t get up yet.” he mumbled and kissed her temple while she cuddled like a ball against his chest, their eyes wandering to the screen even if he never stopped caressing her scalp. It was by far the best Halloween he ever had and he revealed that later after the movie had finished while they nearly fell asleep in full exhaustion. The best moment was her smile about that, her smile and the promise to stay the night at his place just to wake up arm in arm the next day which felt like the only real treat he ever wanted and waited for his whole life.

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Vizla can feel the heat of someone’s stare practically burning into the back of his neck and as he turns to regard its source, the man in the corner of the bar continues to watch him, the intensity of his gaze unwavering as a thick tension begins to build. Something, some instinct, gut-feeling or sense of paranoia is suggesting that perhaps the man isn’t strictly human, but Duncan won’t act until he gets Mason’s take on it.

When Mason returns from the restroom, Duncan pushes a drink towards her, before bowing his head to speak in hushed tones.

“Behind us, 12 o’clock, guy in denim jacket, you know him?”

“i’m not sick, just tired.” (i) (for Aedus)

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While he wasn’t going to call her on what he believed to be a blatant falsehood, Aedus did promptly remove his jacket and offer it out to her.    “ You have been overdoing it lately... “   he offered, voice soft with concern.   “ In that case, we should rest here for a moment. There is no sense in pushing yourself further and making yourself ill. “  

❝ i myself dabbled with pacifism at one point.❞ ✉ : @smokinmirrors​​​ ( for silas )​​

       “And that’s great for you, truly, but I don’t remember asking for your life story,” Silas waves away her comment like he’s swatting at an irritable fly. “Besides, this isn’t pacifism, it’s simply-” he searches for the right word. “Attempting to be a little bit of a hero.” He shudders slightly at the thought. “You see, I’m trying this whole ‘being a good person thing’, exploring some different personality options and whatnot. After all, I need to make up for all of the lost time. Can’t say that it’s very fun, though. You don’t even receive a thank you these days. Where’s the gratitude, the adoring crowds?” A shake of the head. “I mean, what’s the point of being a good guy if you don’t get doting fans?”

kissing your lover to show you forgive them . (for Kylo <33)

memes. / always accepting.

　There is plenty of things Kylo could be asking for forgiveness for and there would never be enough he could do to make up for it. She should hate him for many lifetimes all things considered. The progress they had made was never astounding for him. One day he expected to wake up to Mason bitter and vengeful once she came to her senses about him. She would wake up and realize everything he had done, she had lived through with the permanent marks, and lash out on him. And Kylo? He'd let her. He'd welcome it because it made much more sense than Mason ever caring for him.

Beggars cannot be choosey. He'd take every scrap of affection until that time game. He's careful what he thinks around her as well knowing she would not be pleased with his line of thinking. And truthfully, he was too ashamed to let everything spill out so freely hidden under a bunch of distractions. But it must have slipped cause the soft feel of her lips pressed against his forehead plush and gentle in a way that really fucking breaks him has Kylo sighing.

"Kiss me once more before you see the damage I've done to the garden." He murmurs eyes dark and equally as gentle as he reaches out for her, tugging her closer. "Do you have any fae magic to bestow on me so I will not kill everything I touch?"

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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.

🖤 (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.

“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."

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📖 for what my muse would write about yours in their diary. (HP)

Every wonder what my muse says about yours from here @smokinmirrors

I miss her. I miss her beautiful smile that lighted up the deepest darkness and heaviness on my heart. I miss the way she led me through these halls. The way she took my hand to show me her world, trying to make me understand what always was a miracle to me. I wonder if she thinks of me. If it was all worth it to depart from the one person that ever mattered in my life. I haven’t seen her, but I feel in my heart that she must be well. Sometimes I try to find her in my dreams. I walk to places where I’ve seen her during the nights and sometimes I think I find a part of her smell. Still, she isn’t here. And I miss her so badly that I’m scared he will find out. I always thought erasing memories was part of my best skills, but no matter how hard I tried to erase her from my thoughts, a part of her had always stayed. She is beautiful, my little fairy. And I know that wherever she is, she must be loved, cause it is all she deserves and all she will always receive with that big and warm heart of hers. I wonder if someone holds her at night, but then I remind myself that I don’t really want to know. It is not hard to find a body to lay with. To keep yourself warm with skin pressing on skin. But it is hard if not even impossible to find a woman like her and I know that in this moment I don’t even want to try. I miss her. And I hope wherever she is, that there is a smile on her face. That everything I did will in the end be worth it indeed. All the pain. All the sleepless nights. I would do it again. For her.

[ 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

@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? "