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@enfaith, phoenix: quiet works for me.
“ good. ” a curt, defining word that succinctly swallows them in silence. the mission had been messy but successful nonetheless—a triumph that isn't really a victory but rather a different kind of impasse. they’ve stalled another week or two, a month tops. at first yoru was here to use the protocol’s resources, he had his target and they had theirs, but he supposes it’s not a surprise kingdom had its hands everywhere it could. secrets were yanked out of their shadows while goals began to align with others and staying where brimstone can see him turned out to be convenient more often than not. his eyes shut then, feeling the swell of a bruise on his cheek from the butt of a guardian. it’s been getting more disorientating shifting dimensions, maybe he’s overdoing it—but before he can think too much on of his own issues it shifts to phoenix, wondering if the flames feel the same way. the thoughts sink him further back, to the dry air of rabat and the shots ringing loud through the corridors. a blaze of a person disappearing into nothing, a figure of momentary invincibility and the next time yoru sees him he’s half carried by breach with his clothes covered in sand and blood.
a team is a constant trust fall, relying on them to watch what you can’t see. respond to what you can’t hear. the unforgiving earth isn’t meant to be felt with a team, which makes the drop twice as brutal when they inevitably fall through. the door to the med-bay swings open to allow killjoy through, leaving them alone but no longer in silence with the quick words that shoot out of his mouth. “ don’t ask anyone to watch you again. i’ll do it. ”
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you should stay out of it. a private multi-muse by amihan.
#* self promo ‚#twiddles my thumbs.. i am tired of trying to fix this just look at her and think good thoughts.#trips and several pictures of lady falls out of my pocket:
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slight roster changes!
#* out of ‚#ok i know i changed lots of things and had to document them but its over now. the worst is over.#tldr is here dont worry:#mostly removals(1) & a few obscure additions(2). one more original that i plucked out of a canon game to give me more room(3)#(1)very small individual characters that i didnt really care to bring up again tbh#(2) how i love u my hal.o one parody action figures..#also if u want to give me muse suggestions always do that thank you.#(3) someone needs to take away the fighting-to-break-the-cycle concept away from me
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ＭＩＧＵＥＬ Ｏ＇ＨＡＲＡ ... [ spidergene ] by : 𝖻𝗂𝗋𝖽.
𝗺𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 (20+) / earth-928-5E (an original timeline variant) / plotting - preferred / NOT a.t.s.v. related / 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻
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WHO'S YOUR DADDY NOW? ... JANE SMITH, AS DEPICTED IN MR & MRS SMITH (2005). WRITTEN BY KOI.
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IND. SEL. PRIV. #BLAECATT: CANON-DIVERGENT & HEAD-CANON BASED.
[all i ever wanted was the world...]
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ok i guess i’ll start invi.ncible……
#* out of ‚#same reluctance on taking too long to get into the b.oys#but my friend hasn’t seen it either so we will be diving in together ty wish us luck#i don’t rlly know anything about it besides the VAs tbh fksjfksj#but i know there’s also a comic !#should i.. watch the show or read the comics ??#i’ll probably do both depending on if i end up liking either or tbh
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paradise rot.
dialogue prompts from paradise rot: a novel by jenny hval.
do you like dancing?
do you go out much at home?
what's in the pie?
are you vegan?
you're young, aren't you?
i don't want to talk to anyone.
someone called for you and left this message.
today is 'no diet' day.
i suddenly know nothing about myself.
quiet works for me.
we have everything we need here.
it's not scary. just different.
the house has a life of its own. you get used to it.
maybe i have to grow a thicker skin.
it's been a while since i lived with someone.
when i turned around, you were gone.
did you fall asleep?
sometimes i don't sleep too well at night.
can you tell just by looking if someone is a virgin?
maybe i'm just dreaming.
there's nothing here, but that's okay.
it's trash, but i need it.
you're staying with me?
i don't think anyone should see us like this.
what are you interested in most?
i was so scared and so weak.
could you tell me something nice?
i wanted you to think i was as tough as you are.
is there anyone you like, particularly?
you act strange around ____.
it's been a while since i kissed someone.
as always, the forecast is once again partly cloudy.
i can't believe i didn't see.
you didn't exactly miss anything.
there's something in me that makes me lose control sometimes.
i was just afraid to lose you.
don't go. come back to me.
i don't know how, but i could hear you.
it can all come into me now.
stay here a little longer. just one night.
are you sure you want to leave?
maybe we've been living among ghosts, all this time.
i never saw any ghosts. only you.
there are two versions of myself, but just one managed to get out.
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WHICH WILL YOU PLAY?
independent multimuses featuring an array of video game characters from various franchises. written by gabi and sarge!
found at @enstored + @pulchral.
#* promo ‚#PHEW OKAY GRAPHICS!!!#i place both of them in my hands as soon as they leave the diskdrive for the warmth
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sanguinet pivots his attention from the general company of the team to just shoresy in the same amount of time it takes the captain to pull his arm back, aim, and toss a narrow needle into the dead-red center of the figurative dartboard of his character. in quick succession he does the same to whoever leaves themselves open: jj and michaels ultimately make the easiest targets and sanguinet can’t really find the fault in that. his head inclines back at the onrush of shoresy's words, experienced with it enough to hear him out and make room for a point at the end of his chirping, it's delayed but he's rewarded all the same with the way his pride swells— just a tad. his feet shuffle in a stance wider than it was, and the mouth he's had slacked open curves slowly to reveal his front row teeth. “ yeah? hey, thanks a lot, my man. ” his hand leaves his side to pat on shoresy's shoulder pads, quick and thankful. “ couldn’t do it without ya, y'know? ”
@yuanwang / sanguinet said: sometimes i’ll start a sentence and i don’t even know where it’s going. i just hope i find it along the way.
“ think that just means you’re kinda dumb, sanger, ” shoresy’s tone does not change, even when he shifts his focus towards his coach, speaking about as matter-of-factly as he possibly could, lumber still in hand, bucket held under his arm. “ ’s not a bad thing though, bud, swear. pretty sure jj still has trouble countin’ to seven, and fuck, michaels couldn't tell a puck from a double-stuffed shower waffle. ” he continues on, relentless in his verbal assault, same cadence, no actual impact to any of his words, despite the bite being more than obvious, before a cheeky smirk seemingly finds its way upon his features, quickly leaning across the bench. “ so t’me, yer still kinda the banting of the whole operation— doesn’t mean much, but it sure as shit counts for somethin’! ”
#69shore.#* writing … sanguinet.#rewinding sanger scenes for twenty minutes for one line of dialogue#WE NEEDA TALK ABOUT THEM MORE
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happy birthday se.lina kyle (love of my life)
#* out of ‚#i’m ill and my head is going to explode but i#need to say the most important thing#which is its miss kyles birthday thank u#she’s my fave mil-#f#thnk u
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give yer balls a tug, ya titfucker
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@greatfailure, jason todd ; ❝ you know, for all the sense of dread and horror seeping through this place, i really feel quite at home here. ❞
“ that's being gotham-born for you. ” with those words she still hesitates to step forward, lunging a boot over a rotten piece of wood that’d surely sink her into god knows what that's resting beneath the floorboards. call it trepidation, but it’s more accurate to call it familiarity. zatanna’s been down this road plenty—well, hallway—and there’s more of a chance the ground will eat you up at the first opportunity and spit you out in a place where the skies the ocean than maintain its menial purpose of being a place to walk. knowing to be on her toes proves her point though: this is home. not in a warm, comforting way despite the haunting atmosphere like shadowcrest. but a belonging, cognizant way. this is where she’s supposed to be, diving head first in what she hopes (but evidently does not believe) to be an innocent, excessively long hallway after her lead. “ say the word and i'll have you pull some extra weight in the supernatural more often. ”
#greatfailure#* inbox ‚#* writing … zatanna zatara.#pocket dimension vibes?? idk what theyre doing but tysm for the asks LETS TALK SOON!!#the zee brainrot is strong despite the rustiness of writing
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@spidergene, miguel o'hara ; "i don't have the energy to be annoyed."
“ then why do you look like that? ” annoyed, is what she meant, she swears! because—well, he does look annoyed, or maybe exhausted? whatever's implied with her response isn’t really clear, even to her, but she knows how it sounds and that’s what leads her to lean away in order to gauge his reaction in full, her face stuck in a wince at her own words. every micro-expression seems to blur together at some point, a furrowed brow is just another wrinkle to question the true meaning of and she’s forced to trust in his words instead. “ i mean… well, what do you mean? it’s no fun annoying you if you don’t get… y'know, annoyed. ” which is a rather long way of asking what’s wrong? ...it’s not overstepping if you beat around the bush, right?
#spidergene.#* inbox ‚#* writing … cindy moon.#dont bully her she'll mope and overthink it for the next week
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@gonchayas, konstantin akhmetov ; you have your anger, and i have mine.
“ yet it’s only one of our rages that's bleeding out on the floor. ” and for a moment they return to their usual silence, accompanied by half-lidden staring. whether on purpose or not, alucard’s peculiarity of staring instead of speaking may come off as a pass of judgment to most around him (which, in most cases, was the point). hence the hounds previous words, surely. if he were a few thousand years younger there’d be pity offered too, though it’d be of better use to the—now—corpse on the floor. whatever excuses, pleas, or bribes they planned to weep in exchange for their life was drowned out by the sound of gargled blood while they tried to keep the remaining flesh of their neck intact. all which proved futile in the end. even if alucard was not present he’s sure the encounter would end much the same. which may be what irks him the most... it’s not as if the son of dracula appears to the land of the living once more to simply stretch his legs, there’d been enough reason to travel here and it was hardly humored. “ you do know what a lead is, don’t you? ”
#gonchayas.#* inbox ‚#* writing … alucard.#:]]] !!!#ik i refer as kostya by hound but feel free to ignore if youd rather not use the persona since i did kind of wing this
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soft surprise paints dina’s features, overshadowed by an even stronger display of admiration at the other girl's quick response to her wittiness, rather than simply turning away with an incredulous shake of her head. but, before she can fully appreciate the clear light that shines green, ellie’s eyes seem to dull once more, disappearing again to somewhere she can't really see. dina’s not one to feel entitled to people's thoughts, despite her probing, so she lets ellie retreat in whatever way she wants to while she herself aimlessly checks the faded posters and advertisements on the wall. jesse always seemed to say she's got this energy that makes it easy for people to tell her things, but now she's sure he was just pulling compliments out his ass to have her share of taffy. go figure.
“ the deal breaker is the dampness? ” she jokes, second nature, and goes to find ellie’s eyes again as if it's her first, “ you know a lot about what it takes to set the mood. you take just about anyone here? ” there’s a smugness that never seems to leave her, contrary to her words of faux insecurity, and it’s shown even more at the overt display of upscale mannerisms from the other. after all, dina knows how to play the part of the lavish and beautiful exceptionally well, “ i hope you don’t expect me to split the bill. ” with a curtsy that's missing half its essentials she moves forward, promptly deciding to sit atop the nearest counter to allow ellie the brunt of scavenging for their fine dining. surely chivalry won't die here, in the filth and grime...
@yuanwang / dina said: want to take me out to dinner?
“of course,” what slips past the girl’s lips is said matter-of-factly, perhaps spoken without prior consideration of what such a blatant admission of truth might sound like to dina, who, all things considered, was nothing other than just another friend amongst the many. ellie bites her tongue, however, and with a harsh intake of breath, she mentally chastises herself for the blunder. [if a thought bubble could somehow manifest itself above her head, it would say something along the lines of: fuck, i’m such an idiot.] “i mean, it’s what we’re out here to do, right?” her obviously awkward reply drips with a ham-fisted attempt at sarcasm, a haphazard remedy and diversion of the main topic of her question.
her hands mess with the frayed knot on the strings of her hoodie, as a way to keep her mind occupied with something other than thinking about how she was going to royally screw this up as well. “dim lights, me and you, the moss on the wall… hell, if it wasn’t for how damp this place is, i’d say we were just about to get seated.” she laughs an awkward little chuckle, nudging her partner, and looking ahead. seattle’s gloomy weather was bringing them down— emotionally, and physically. dina was right, canvas shoes fucking sucked in situations like these. “table four, my laaaady.” a mocking french (or at least what she thought sounded french) accent, and an overdramatic wave of her hand soon followed, leading her through another muck-filled room of the complex they were trying to traverse.
#* writing … dina.#pulchral ... ellie williams.#contrary to popular belief i CAN return from the war
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ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ“TRUST?”ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ“TRUST.”
lucia & jason, the protagonists of grand theft auto vi. written by tegan & sarge! found at @vicecitied & @pulchral. ©
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