ANTHOLOGICALS an independent and semi selective multi muse blog ft. assorted muses from sinners, resident evil, the walking dead, original characters, and more. written by brandy.
i. this is a mature themed blog which includes being for 21+ only. i am semi activity and may be very selective. i have several blogs that i may switch to at any given time, though this is my main one. i am very very duplicate friendly and a heavy female positive blog. if that somehow makes you uncomfortable, then this isn't the space for you.
ii. if you need something specific tagged please let me know, as this is not always a spoiler free zone for any upcoming games or entertainment pertaining to the series or character ( if i do tag spoilers, it will last up to a month unless you message me to extend it ). anything with triggering potential will be tagged will be: "example tw/cw." as with formatting, i tend to use some text with colour & double spaces. however, i am more than happy to change to a format that is easiest!
iii. while shipping romantically is not a super high priority, i do enjoy it and don't mind if you straight up just ask me for one - though i will want to have a little plotting or have written a few things beforehand. all ships are in separate versus and do not coincide. anything sexual in nature will be tagged appropriately as " nsfw / " and/or under a read more, or fade to black depending on the comfort of my writing partner. *please keep in mind, that along with plotting, that from now on i am matching by energy. if mine isn't reciprocated or if i can tell it's one-sided or i'm the 'flavour of the week', i will slow way down to the point of disengaging altogether. i'm of the mind where i'm too tired to prove myself or look like a fool. if you are not feeling something, please tell me and that will be the end of it. easy-peasy lemon squeezy.
iv. no hate or bullying! call outs, drama, or any of that nature aren't welcomed here. unless it's actually harmful outside of tumblr role-play ( stalking, doxxing, ect ), i make up my own mind whether or not to associate with someone and if i feel pressure, i will auto-block. *if i soft block you? chances are we've never interacted ( especially if you followed me first ) and you clutter my dash, or i've tried and it's gone no where. 99.9% of the time those are the only reasons, and you are welcome to try again.
v. as a reminder: i am a mother of two very young children and likewise busy because of this. most of the time i am mobile bound. this has zero bearing on my interest, so please don't ever think that. i am simply slow and perpetually tired and my brain most likely isn't working.
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tagged by: no one, i plucked it off ... i forgot.
tagging: @straysupe. @gcverncr. @thxgrxmrexpxr. @bhaal1st. @betrayale. @coinicear. @smokefools. @hunt-the-hare. @videsnoir. whoever else~
characters who are absolutely convinced down to their bones that they are unlovable being subjected to the mortifying ideal of being wholly and unconditionally loved. that’s the good stuff. never get tired of it.
Stray swallows, eyes fixed on the far wall as Ash takes the necklace back. It's not a collar. It's not a collar. Only a thin metal chain that'll hang loose about her throat. Not constraining in the least and Stray knows it'll shift with her like the rest of her clothing. There can't be iron in it.
She lets her breath out slowly, realizing too late that it had sped up the moment the necklace settled at her throat. Ash hasn't even clasped it in place. Stray's hand comes up, fingers nudging the magnifying glass gently once the weight settles on her breast bone.
No big deal. Stray takes a measured breath before turning to look up at Ash, fingers now fiddling proper with the charm. She leans her cheek into the cup of his hand, eyes drifting shut for a beat.
Smiling, Stray opens her eyes. "Hm. Am I suppose to feel different? Like a spell or an aura, cause of all the luck."
no iron, only the cheapest of materials that a dollar and a quarter could buy. though that little detail is unbeknownst to her unless she really looked at it. he's relieved that she hasn't bolted, easing the weight of his palm when he finally clasps it about her throat. he doesn't want to appear over eager as he feels with someone finally wearing it. her, wearing it.
the round, reflective lens of the jewelry glints in brown eyes until he's peering into hers, offering the softest form of expression and stilled gesture in return.
❝ don't think so. . . just never seen you with anything around your neck before. you're usually. . well. . . ❞ apprehensive.
his hand lifts to brush gentle through golden tresses, lost in thought and admiring one of the little curves at the end of strands as he speaks. ❝ – i like it. but. . . it has kept me alive– so who knows, maybe it'll do the same for you? better for you than me at least. it was always just gonna stay in my pocket anyway. . . ❞
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Eyes blink a few times as he brushes blonde lock behind ear. Cheeks are raised, flushed still with last nights romp in the sheets. Or was it his smile that did it ?? Perhaps the thought of both ?? Either way, Holly shakes her head as hands bring blanket beneath her chin, nuzzling into it gently, eyes watching him.
" No. I mean, I'll be sore soon, I'm sure, but... it's a good sore. " In all honesty, he could have gone harder. She enjoys being broken, but that's a conversation for a different time.
❝ soon? ❞ the lines upon his temple stretch and narrow as he repeats. ❝ . . . well that's no good- er. . . bad? i mean bad, yeah.❞ somehow he'll manage to take that as a compliment once his brows ease from their confused slant. probably just not used to that.
he finds himself lost in her gaze again, lips outstretched far into another smirk, pulling her closer to envelope against the warmth radiating from his nude body. ❝ give me about an hour and i'll be revved up 'n ready t'go again. ❞ sweetly he whispers closely in her ear, though he's only half sure of it. the other? just wants to admire and lay here with her. get to really know her. but where to start? she was still such a mystery, and he was, well. . . him.
❝ a bit of a loudmouth, aren't ya? never woulda guessed. ❞ he teases un-lightly.
Jill barely had time to register his tormenting before the teasing nudge of his elbow into her side followed, causing the beer in hand to almost go tumbling. Splashes of the bitter beverage spat up over the edge of the bottle’s rim, fortunately none of them leaving a stain on her new S.T.A.R.S. uniform. Perhaps wearing it out to their gathering had been a mistake. Jill swore sometimes the guys in the squad forgot she wasn’t nearly as burly as them. Especially Barry.
“Barry!” His name erupted in a light scold, Jill swatting him away with her free hand. Clearly somebody had already had enough to drink.. and it wasn’t even ten o’clock yet.
“Maybe you should say that a little louder in case he didn’t hear you the first time.” Though her tone should have conveyed that she was in fact being sarcastic, her eyes playfully narrowed and a warning followed just in case he missed the hint. “Don’t you dare.” The last thing she needed was Chris overhearing and getting the wrong idea.
Though, with the loud chatter circling within the room, Jill didn’t think Chris had heard a thing. Thank god. But Barry’s comment did have her wondering.. had he really caught her gawking at him? That thought alone had the slightest tinge of pink dusting her cheeks, hoping the shadow of her beret had her covered. “You’re a real pest, you know that?”
❝ i may be getting old, but my eyes are still as sharp as a hawk's. ❞ he's grinning so wide, so cheeky at her whilst an index finger taps thrice at the upper groove of his brow. hazel eyes taper with confidence, considering her suggestion and opening his mouth as if he were. his laugh is boisterous, shoulders jouncing with each hick until he's set his drink down.
there was no fabrication in his words, however- of course he knew. and he could go even further by taking responsibility for it. it was his and forrest who'd introduced the pair, after all, so naturally? he'll steal some credit. but it wasn't just jill, he'd seen the way chris looked at her, too. the times he'd caught his young comrade smiling at her when her back was turned. with no one else privy, or so he thought. the way the two of them worked so naturally together, so in sync to one another. seeing those sparks begin to form. . . something was bound to happen. maybe not today, or the next week or so, but some day he hoped they could be as happy as he and kathy are.
❝ guess that's just joe rubbing off on me. but don't worry, your secret's safe with me. at least for now. gotta watch out for the captain, though. he's the real sly one. ❞ fingers grasp his beer back up for quick swig before she can really slap it out of his hand. more telltale signs that he was right, at least.
she's been glued to her phone from the minute she heard about what happened in china. claire didn't always keep tabs on chris's missions, but after what happened to his team in edonia, she couldn't stop thinking about it, worrying. if she couldn't go out on the field with him, this was the next best thing.
it wasn't just that piers died. he died to save chris. that kind of guilt would stay with her brother forever. so she tries calling, again and again, refusing to give up even after she's sent straight to voicemail each time. her own grief is tucked away into the back of her mind, something for her to process another time. chris came first.
when he finally does pick up, it's not to tell her what happened - only to say he's on his way. it strangely fills her with a sense of relief, to know he's coming to her instead of stewing in such a devastating mindset. claire can't make any of it go away. but hopefully she'll be able to make him feel less alone.
waiting for him feels like torture, pacing back and forth in her apartment - wondering if he's close by, if he talked himself out of it at the last second. she doesn't stop to think how much it will shatter her to see chris like that again, that same broken expression he carried everywhere after edonia.
the sound of the doorbell nearly has her jumping in place, immediately rushing to get the door. "chris!" his name falls from her lips, something between a whisper and a sigh. she's breathless somehow, despite the short distance, her movements urgent as she pulls him in for a tight hug. "i heard what happened. i'm so sorry."
nerves voyage across the flesh-caged carapace he calls a body as he'd thought about her messages, streetlights skidding the width of his rugged countenance in a steady procession. they zoomed through the windshield, one after another, briefly illuminating the cobalt blue of irises before giving way to shadows again. beams from passing vehicles swept by in bright streaks, reflecting in persistent bursts before vanishing behind him. he needs to keep calm so she can't see him like this, gaze traveling towards the white plastic bag full of hot burgers, fries, and the dispensed box of beer that clinks together every so often from the uneven cement of the road. she may not be a fan, but it would make things easier on him. not that her presence never did. claire was the sole beacon of light in his life, the one he could depend on unconditionally no matter what.
fingers brace the steering wheel until he's parked in her driveway, food in tow and a single ringing of the door. he lifts his lashes the moment it creaks open, wide and alert and beaming from the warmth of her welcome. an arm postures, big and burly around her, lingering there to take her all in.
❝ hey, kiddo. . ❞ spine inclines to give her space, crow's feet prominent at almond-shaped borders as he musters a small, lopsided smile. ❝ you know me, i always bounce back. ❞ they had to.
chin gestures beyond the entrance past her, tone cracking and chuckling soft with a boyish grin of faint joviality. ❝ now let me in before it all gets cold and you start complaining. ❞
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TOUCH] The sender's touch is gentle as they explore a particularly sensitive scar on the receiver's skin. Hunk from Jill
WANNA KNOW HOW I GOT THESE SCARS?
russet orbs are barred shut by veined hoods, purplish lines that moved beneath with the lax rumbling from his throat. it had been what felt like eons since he'd allow anyone so close, how her fingertips danced a feather-light touch that made his pale flesh lack their natural, stiff composure. they travel with care along each disfigurement, scars that extended beyond the original wound, darker in pigment and much more gnarly in appearance. he waited for the inevitable flinch, certain that even a woman of her vast experience would recoil. yet @alphateamsfinest did not. only beginning to map the deformed grooves along the side of his ribcage, each digit brushing over those flaws with the practiced grace of a pianist.
finally lids open, veering his gaze from his lateral stance to meet hers ❝ . . . it's okay to ask. ❞ canine peek through a semi-opened maw that offer a gentle smile. ❝ not many get the privilege. ❞ and by many, he meant none.
a trembling flinch from her toned stomach as lips trail a gentle, leisurely path from the boundary of her caged heart to the faded flesh tincture of each claw mark strewn upon the sides of her waistline. her skin shivers newly, mouth parting for a fit of soft, girlish giggling to spill forth, observing curiously through dark lashes near the spot which @remmickofficial now lingers adjacently to her bellybutton. one specific, light abrasion he hadn't given her, nor had he ever asked about.
❝ Семь. seven years ago, where bullet hit- graze over. not fatal, as you can see. . . but enough that i never forget. ❞ and how could she? it was how she met anatoly. how everything in her life had begun to spiral. remmick wouldn't care to hear that part, she determined, still peering down with her fingers lazily combing through the locks of his dusk-brown hair.
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❝ хорошо- but that is no fair, my skin. . . it is paper thin. ❞ sky-coloured orbs scan across the pale viridian of the mutant's flesh, his muscles an atlas of pockmarks carved in various shapes and sizes. every blink felt as if she'd discovered a new one. there's naught to impinge upon even as fingertips poise in close proximity, respectful of @bottlecapping space, only the incredulity of her stare and the scarcest tug of lips giving her admiration away.
knuckles breach with speckles of nicks that trail to the half-mark of her wrist in a less impressive showcase. well, it was a start to one silly story. ❝ many years ago i come to watch big fight in combat arena with gang. did not lose bet and man did not want to pay money. so i pay him with hit in the jaw with crowbar. did not expect him to lung and bite me. crazy сволочь. would have taken whole hand off if i did not have backup. the whole place became another cage match over it! lesson learned to always wear gloves wherever you go. lucky you do not have to. ❞
"What's the story behind this scar? It looks like it has a tale to tell."
"I can't help but notice the scars on your arms. They seem to have quite the history."
"Every scar has a story, right?"
"Did this one happen in a battle, or is there a different story behind it?"
"Your scars are like a roadmap."
"Where did you acquire this scar?"
"I've always been curious about your scars."
"This scar on your shoulder looks like it's been through something intense. What's the story?"
"Scars tell a story of survival. Care to share some of yours with me?"
"Scars aren't just wounds; they're badges of honor."
"This scar on your hand seems different. What's the story behind it?"
"Scars can be reminders of both pain and triumph."
"Scars make us who we are."
"Scars are like a visual history."
"What's the history behind this scar on your back?"
"I've been wondering about the stories behind your scars."
[SURVEY] The sender gently traces their fingers over the receiver's scars, curiosity evident in their touch.
[SHARE] The sender rolls up their sleeves, revealing a collection of scars.
[EXPLORE] The sender and the receiver spend an evening examining each other's scars.
[TRACE] The sender leans in, delicately tracing the outline of a scar with their lips.
[DISCUSS] The sender initiates a conversation, asking about a specific scar.
[REVEAL] The sender opens up about the scars on their own body.
[TOUCH] The sender's touch is gentle as they explore a particularly sensitive scar on the receiver's skin.
[POINT] The sender points out a scar, prompting the receiver to explain the circumstances that led to its formation.
[COMPARE] The sender and the receiver compare scars.
[NARRATE] The sender narrates the story behind one of their scars.
[LISTEN] The sender listens attentively as the receiver recounts the tales associated with each scar.
[SHARE] The sender opens up about a particularly meaningful scar.
