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━━ ◤ ( RADIANT SHADES OF GREEN ENERGY DANCING BETWEEN FINGER TIPS, THE CREAKING OF METAL MANIPULATED, A HEAVY WEIGHT PLACED BY THE EXPECTATIONS OF OTHERS AND EMERALD GREEN  ) welcome, LORNA DANE, SHE/HER. before you move in, tell us what you remember: OBTAINING HER DOCTORATE. excellent, now we are pleased to accept your offer to live GOLDEN FIELDS APARTMENT COMPLEXES, and your new job as GEOLOGY/GEOPHYSICS PROFESSOR at COMMUNITY COLLEGE AND ONLINE UNIVERSITY OF DECIMATION is waiting for you to begin. ( MARVEL AND ALISON BRIE )

( @surviivenow​ ) 🩰 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒇𝒇 - ( yelena belova )

ARGUE

natasha sat in silence and rolled her eyes at her sister. yelena was stubborn and headstrong and in some ways more trusting of others, and it bothered natasha to no end. “i don’t care, yelena -“ she started, raising a hand to stop the other from speaking any further. “the matter is, i was informed on good authority that you did, in fact, sneak into the cemetery on halloween night with… him.” she spat out ‘him’ like it was going to poison her and confronted her sister with a darkened look. “don’t try to lie to me about it, i can always tell when your truth becomes muddied with lies.” she reached over and pulled out the witness statement. “you’re lucky they came to me first instead of flores, you know that?”

her hands waved in the air in a dramatic movement as a russian profanity passed her lips while natasha cut her off from continuing. “ha!” the false laughter barked in reply at her sister. “good authority? very convincing. i’m certain that will hold up well in court.” her arms folded in front of her - already playing out every turn she could make in this argument to counter. at a point it wasn’t even about being mad, it was sheer determination and stubbornness. “fine, i won’t lie. what does it matter who i was with? it isn’t like dean could make me do anything i didn’t want to do. don’t blame him for my actions. they’re mine. i own them - and the consequences.” her attention shifted to the witness statement, before shrugging. “give it to flores then, i didn’t ask for help and you’re not our mother. did this witness take pictures? how good are their eyes? they could have easily been mistaken and i’m certain if it came to it, a jury would agree.”

( @surviivenow​ ) 🐺 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒋𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘 - ( margaery tyrell )

“  you have a good heart.  ”

a part of him never really knew how to accept compliments. it was proven worse when it came from someone he had grown affectionate feelings for. he stared at margaery for a good amount of time, his jaw slightly agape before he quickly glanced away and shut his mouth. a flush had creeped up upon his cheeks as he tried to smile it away. “no, no - i mean, thank you but… it’s you that’s got the good heart margaery. i’m just simple and i see what is right and do what is right. i’m nothing.” he waved her compliment away, truly believing the words he was saying about himself. “you’re beautiful.” he blurted before eyes widening and soon he was scrambling. “i mean… well, no - you are beautiful. inside and out. i won’t take that back.” he shook his head, “i don’t want to take that back.”

margaery wasn’t entirely certain what had prompted her initial proclamation, but she didn’t regret it. perhaps it was seeing the way he cared for the animals or his reserved but kind demeanor toward others - it was a sincerity she hadn’t often seen from many. “you could never be nothing, nobody is, but certainly not you. doing what is right, as you said, is all part of a good heart. and you do it because you want to - there’s nobody telling you what you must or must not do.” she knew too well about what it was to do things simply because of the expectations of others. his words caught her off guard - they shouldn’t have, she’d been called beautiful before - but it was jon’s sincerity once again that left her utterly charmed. her smile warmed, sensing his nerves before she reached her hand out to touch his arm in reassurance. “i wouldn’t want you to take it back. your honesty is one of the many things i like about you.”

( @surviivenow​ ) 💀 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆 - ( daisy johnson )

[ EQUAL ]  for a taller muse to pick up the other and place them sitting on a counter/table so they can be eye level.

frank didn’t know what prompted him to do it; especially since the last time he and daisy really spoke was when he caught her at the cemetery. but here they were, in her kitchen, and somewhere between the lines of flirting and arguing. “no,” frank started, turning towards her and immediately looking down before sighing in frustration. “what you did was trained shit, people just don’t do swinging kicks like that outta being natural.” he continued as he moved closer to her, and without another word reached down and lifted her up, setting her on the counter, and being very close to her. “that’s better - now if you tried to kick me in the head, i’d be able to have a better chance at stopping it.” he gave her a sly grin, his face inches from hers. “you gonna kick me again, marguerite?”

“you caught me, castle. i’m really a secret agent working for a shady secret organization and i just serve coffee to people for kicks.” her tone fell somewhere in a mix of amusement and sarcasm - humor deflecting from her own uncertainty of why she could do things she couldn’t remember learning. her mouth opened to continue in her own defense yet all that came out was something of an embarrassing squeak as she felt herself suddenly moved. her hands moved to grip the edge of the counter to stabilize herself, brows lifting in sudden intrigue. “i - uh, learned some self defense from some pretty sketchy people i knew some years ago but i don’t remember this move here-” her hand gestured at the incredibly small distance between them, “being part of it.” in fact, there was a much different activity she’d associate with this position but suspected they both already knew that. his new proclaimed nickname for her dawned a moment later, and her expression turned only slightly less amused. “depends if you’re going to keep calling me that - but i mean, if this is the reaction i get, i’m not finding much to complain about.”

( @decimationstarters​ ) ⚡ 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏

“i’ve never been quite sure of the fanciful coffees and teas, but this toasted marshmallow is addicting.“ he stated to no one in particular, glancing about as he took a sip from his drink, smiling at whoever’s eyes he caught. “i’m not sure i can even move on to try the other flavors… but i’m determined to at least finish a menu at one of the establishments in town.” when he finally settled on someone he continued to speak to them, giving a nod in greeting before turning to address the snowmen being built. “that looks like fun, would you care to join me? i am a handyman by trade, so i’m more than my looks and personality.” thor paused and then flashed them a dazzling smile. “so some say.”

“well if you’re looking for an idea of what to try next - i’d say the chocolate cherry cold brew might just be one of my new favorites but they’re all good. sometimes it just depends on what your doing and what drink fits best.” lorna offered with a slight shrug of her shoulders, contemplating drinks and scenarios. “i’d say toasted marshmallow sounds like something fit for getting cozy on the couch on a cold night with a soft blanket.” in an effort not to get too lost in the scenario she’d just made up, she brought her own drink to her lips for a quick moment. her attention shifted from the suspiciously friendly stranger to the snowmen as he pointed them out, her brows lifting in curiosity. “more than looks and personality? well how could anyone say no to that? i hear it’s a contest - think we could win?”

( @surviivenow​ ) 🎨 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒌𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒐𝒏 - ( caroline forbes )

[ NIGHTMARE ] to wake my muse up from a nightmare

klaus wasn’t the heaviest of sleepers and for once he was grateful for it. caroline had seemingly been on edge the entirety of the day, and now as the night went on - she was restless into the evening. it wasn’t until she started to mumble words that could almost pass for coherency that he grew concerned - turning on his side of the bed to observe her, he watched as she began to show all the signs of horrific nightmares. “caroline,” he spoke firmly, but softly as he reached over to place a solid hand onto her arm, gently but confidently enough to wake her. “darling, wake up - you’re experiencing a nightmare.” he spoke up, scooting closer to her and wrapping himself around her to calm her as she woke. “it’s alright, i’ve got you - i’ve always got you.” he mumbled into her hair, kissing the skin beneath and waiting for her to still before pulling back to peer into her face. “what is it? what did you see?”

there was a jerk to her body as jolted awake, a panicked confusion that would have made her jump if not for the arms she felt anchoring her. her mind took several moments to sort through her nightmares and the reality she knew and to bring herself back to the present. “i don’t - i don’t know. none of it made sense.” how did she even start without sounding like she’d completely lost it? with a few deep breaths, caroline let her body sink further against him, finding a comfort there she’d never been able to explain but knew she was safe. “it sort of felt like just reading one page of every chapter of a book, bits and pieces. my skin... it was burning, and my friends were in trouble or hurt or -” she paused a moment, her stomach twisting at the thought. “and we were fighting and then you were gone and i.. i think i hurt people. in the end i was just - alone. god it sounds so crazy but it just felt so real.” there were things she didn’t say, things she was too afraid to say. her hands smoothed over her face, as if she could push away the lingering memories, to no avail. “i’m sorry. it’s just an overactive imagination and probably too much ice cream and wine before bed, i wouldn’t worry too much about it.”

( @surviivenow​ ) 👿 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒆𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 - ( faith lehane )

“you know it’s been too long since we’ve hung out so i’m here to fix that.“ meg stated as she came walking into faith’s home and studio with a six pack and a bag of sour candies. holding up the goods, they smirked at their friend and sat down on the floor to start tearing into the items - “haven’t eaten anything today so a beer and a gummy worm sound about right for a healthy meal.” she paused and raised a brow, looking up at the other. “trust me, i’ve faked being a nurse before. like in the bedroom but you know, same thing.” they snorted raising a shoulder to shrug as she kicked her boots off. “wait - you’re not working right now are you? if so, can i watch?”

“think you’re going to need at least two beers and five gummy worms to fix that, y’know.” faith corrected with a hint of amusement in her voice. she steadied the punching bag she’d previously been working on before stepping away and beginning to unwrap her hands. “nurse in the bedroom? tell me they at least spiced it up for you or were they just looking for every teenage boys wet dream?” admittedly, faith wasn’t one to shy away from such topics. if anything, she thrived on it, or the reactions people gave from them. in a sense, perhaps that was why she got on so well with meg - they weren’t off put by faith’s usual and often crude commentary. “not working, just burning off some energy but if you really want to watch that, give me a few beers and i’m sure i could think of a good time.”

[ DRINK ] to steal my muse’s drink and take a sip

“-shawn,” it was too late by the time his name had come out of her mouth, as he’d already taken the cup on her desk and taken a drink. it was nothing unusual in their relationship - it was rare for her to be able to have a plate of food in front of her without him helping himself to a bite at least once, and fairly, she wasn’t innocent in that department either. her arms folded in front of her as she leaned back in her seat with a quiet sigh. “do you know how many shots of espresso are in that drink?” if there was one person in this world that didn’t more caffeine, it was her husband. “i had to be up extra early for work so i decided to go with extra espresso thinly masked under sugar cookie syrup. might be mildly jitter inducing.”

daisy johnson was, among many things, a conspiracy theorist. perhaps not the tinfoil hat wearing type, but someone with an avid belief in endless possibilities, regardless of how outlandish they could seem. once one of these thoughts wormed into her mind, it was near impossible to dissuade her. it was investigating one of these theories that brought her out to the cemetery in the middle of the night, past visiting hours, with a flashlight in hand and carefully inspecting the grave stones. 

 it was the sound of footsteps that weren't her own that brought daisy to a pause, immediately aware there was someone behind her. she couldn't exactly explain what happened next beyond the instinctive feeling and muscle memory as she spun around, her flashlight aiming toward their eyes while a leg swung up in a sudden kick to the side of the head. it was only when her mind caught up to her that she recognized the figure in the light. "shit! i'm sorry, i didn't - well, i did, but i didn't know it was you." her flashlight lowered as to not blind him. "frank, right? are you okay?" what the hell were you supposed to say after attacking your attractive neighbor in the middle of the night at his place of work? crap, he worked here. "also i have a maybe very good explanation for being here."

ever since the events of the costume party, yelena had found it increasingly difficult to return to the home she shared with natasha. while they each always had a way of doing their own thing, she knew eventually her avoidance would lead to suspicion. tonight the excuse was easy - the younger of the two couldn't cook worth a damn and the other was working late. yelena held the often crumbled paper scroll in her hands as she sat at the table of the mostly empty diner. it was getting late and she knew her server was getting tired of her ordering simply french fries and coffee. "bullshit - it's bullshit." the words were intended for herself, but were spoken too loud and she knew anyone within proximity could hear her. her hand raised in some form of informal apology to the woman at a nearby table. "sometimes i forget that there are others here as well. i recommend the fries."

her gaze, contemplating carefully, had been cast down to the small paper in her hands. she found herself lost too often trying to decipher it's meaning - even the crisp air hitting her face as she sat on the park bench hadn't bothered her much. it was only when she heard someone in their approach that her attention lifted. "i apologize, did you say something?" she questioned sincerely, unsure just how wrapped up in her own thoughts she'd been. her expression warmed with a friendly smile as she folded the paper back up along the same creases made many times before. "you're jon and arya's brother, aren't you?" while she'd met some of the stark family, she'd only met the two often enough to be sure. "please, sit if you'd like.”

customer service really wasn't for her. really, how the hell she'd managed to not only get this job, but continue to hold it was beyond her. daisy was notoriously late, impatient with people, and all she knew was that she couldn't shake the feeling that she should be doing more. instead, she was carrying an iced latte with zero recollection of who she was supposed to be bringing it to. instead, her mind went somewhere else - it felt like a memory but not one she could make sense of. as if in reflex to some sort of threat, daisy spun around, with the unfortunate mistake of spilling the iced latte onto the person directly behind her. "shit! i really just spazzed for a minute, didn't i? that's my bad, totally on me - well, i guess on you but your next drink is definitely on me, just not literally. unless it makes you feel better and not leave terrible reviews on the internet or something."

even just as she stepped through the entrance of original sin and made her way through the crowd, yelena couldn't push down enough the feeling that she was, by some ridiculous standard, betraying her own place of work. granted, night moves and this nightclub were vastly different in atmosphere, and after so long of only getting a drink in one place, she'd made the choice to come here on a whim. bypassing the ocean of moving bodies on the dance floor, her nose scrunched in thought as soon as she made it to the bar. "what are the chances you have stoli? or any vodka not american made? if not, any beer will work." her shoulders shrugged before looking to the bartender. "sorry, long day at work - decided i should find somewhere else to drink this time. has it been any better here?"

( @decimationstarters​ ) 🌘  𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒕

bonnie was pretty happy with her witch costume - enjoying the campiness of the holiday while also getting to thrive in the occult as much as she always wanted to. she’d taken a tour around the museum at least three times before deciding to occupy herself around the tricks and toys tables. “you know, it’s halloween and all but do we really need to give some people the excuse to pull tricks on each other?” she asked to whoever was closest to her, turning to smile at them and continue on as if they’d been engaged in a conversation for just as long. “i mean, i get it - i do, but man are some of these tricks going to be annoying if you’re on the receiving end.”

“well then we’ll just have to make sure we’re not on the receiving end, right?” caroline gave her friend a quick grin before taking a sip from her glass of champagne. “a little good old fashioned fun never hurt anyone, but some people definitely take it too far.” her shoulders shrugged. had she been debating a few pranks herself? maybe but she didn’t love the idea of doing any of them at the party. public embarrassment wasn’t cool no matter how innocent. “so what do you say we do for a good time around here then, my witchy bestie?” she’d only intended the comment to be about her costume, yet there was something familiar to her words the moment they left her mouth. “elena is around somewhere too, right? we could always steal the booze and all hang out back at my place?”