ARMS = TIRED

ATLASCURSED ! ( chaos ensued by lux )  ( age 25 : she/her )  ( selective  &  mutuals only )  { multi-muse study focused deciding on which is heavier        the earth or the heart. } { &  bearing that weight on tired shoulders. }

carrd

a random collection of headcanon based muses including : 

bellamy blake  ( cw’s the 100 ) 

wade wilson/deadpool  ( both the movies and marvel comics )

deacon st. john ( days gone / general zombie apocalypse ) 

                    JAMIE   CAN’T   HELP   THE   way   that   her   frown   fades   away   ,   only   to   be   replaced   with   an   almost   shy   smile .     she’s   still   sad   ,   really   fucking   upset   ,   but   eddie   has   a   way   of   brightening   her   sour   moods   even   if   only   for   a   moment .     thoughts   of   lonnie   still   weigh   heavy   on   her   mind .     the   hold   he   has   on   her   is   ridiculous   ,   really   ,   and   she   feels   like   she’s   as   stupid   as   they   come   for   even   entertaining   the   thought   of   him .     joyce   has   tried   time   and   time   again   to   help   her   to   get   over   it   ,   over   him   ,   but   the   resentment   she   holds   for   him   makes   it   difficult .     especially   when   he   keeps   headbutting   his   way   into   her   life   in   one   way   or   another   ,   even   if   it   is   only   to   remind   her   of   how   useless   she   is .

                    ❛   MAYBE   A   LIL’ .   ❜    JAMIE   admits   with   a   fond   roll   of   her   eyes   as   she   continues   to   sit   there   on   the   tabletop .     she   picks   her   head   up   off   her   palms   ,   one   hand   reaching   forward   to   mindlessly   play   with   a   piece   from   the   game   before   she   puts   it   down   and   leans   back   on   her   elbows   with   legs   still   folded   beneath   her .     gaze   flickers   up   to   meet   eddie’s   ,   the   faintest   hints   of   her   earlier   smile   etched   across   her   face   even   as   her   eyes   are   filled   with   sorrow   still .     though   ,   that   is   gradually   fading   with   time   ,    ❛   we   can   be   fuckups   together .   ❜

THE CHEERLEADER WALKED OVER TO THE BIN, her bottom lip between her teeth in a pensive hesitation. she was pretty sure they shouldnt be taking merchandise from his work, wasnt that stealing? yet there was something addictive about the excitement that rolled off the boy, the way his eyes lit up and bounce in his step. she pushed through her anxiety, sticking her hands into all the cassettes thrown inside. she didnt know what she was looking for, what he wanted to listen to or what kind of music these trip asked for. instead she went by the pretty paper inserts, picking out a couple of that looked cool. “ okay, dont be mad if i pick the wrong ones,” chrissy mumbled more to herself. it was probably a better idea for him to choose but by the time she lifted her head, three cassettes in her hands, the jingling of his keys echoed in the empty store. she plucked the familiar face of bon jovi out of the bin, adding it to the small stack in her arms with a plastic ‘clack’. it felt really weird, just walking out of the open door he held for her. it felt like they were doing something bad, an unfamiliar adrenaline making her cheeks flush yet unable to keep the smile off her face. she’d never stolen something before. well, not stealing. borrowing.  “ you sure no one will know? ” she asked him, walking backwards with the cassettes in her arms. she was sure they werent going to listen to all of them but she wasnt even sure what she picked was any good. she glanced back at the shop as she followed him to the car. “ what if your boss comes back and notices youre gone? i dont want you to get in trouble, eddie. ”  if anyone saw them, they were going to be even bigger trouble.

     it couldn’t be helped when a smirk began to spread along his rough features ,  watching her as she mumbled to herself whilst picking through the bin.  it was evident that as simple as a suggestion like the one he’d made was enough to already throw her off balance        maybe even dared to take her out of her comfort zone just a little bit.  but to him that’s what made it all the more fun.  making him already wonder about any other opportunity he would have to get the same reaction out of her before their time of  “ just a little longer. ”  ran out for the evening. 

Tina had been cleaning up after one of her parties when the feeling of despair and loneliness had randomly kicked in, forcing a pang to shoot through her chest and TEARS to well up within honey hues. Everyone had had a GREAT time - just like they ALWAYS did - they were smiling, laughing, dancing, it was truly PERFECT. Tina had loved it, but just like ALWAYS the house afterwards felt too empty. Normally she’d be able to DROWN OUT the sensation until she could crawl into bed, aiming to once again fill her days with friends come the morning time, but tonight it wasn’t as EASY. It was as if something felt BROKEN inside of her. And so she had crashed down to her knees and the girl began to CRY in the middle of her living room. What felt like a moment of isolation, quickly dissolved into one of EMBARRASSMENT as the tell tale tap tap tap rapped against the window pain. She had SHOT around so fast, she didn’t even have time to wipe her tears. And now here they were. On the floor of her bedroom. Tina delicately perched herself upon her knees, as she watched him roll his MERCHANDISE.  

“Right. Together … ” The two of them were friends now it seemed. Past the awkward point of what had gone down in the CAFETERIA, yet Tina still didn’t know how to act around him. Not COMPLETELY anyways. At least not tonight, as she wiped at her cheek once more, paranoid there was a lingering residue of mascara or something. He had seen her be vulnerable. Not many others could say the same. A breath welled up within her chest as he began to level with her, and for a MOMENT she feared that he was about to say he’d be leaving soon. Finishing up with the task at hand then heading home to his OWN bed. But those words never came. Instead just simply laying some GROUND rules, and the blonde couldn’t help but feel a flicker of a smile flash upon her face. “My bed is big enough … It’ll be okay.” Reassurance was QUICK to come from her, as fingers curled themselves up upon her thighs. “You won’t even know I’m there.”