#atheeos

❛   you know, when I die … bury me under the pond in the yard.    ❜ @atheeos said quietly, without any ceremony, as though he'd asked for a glass of water.

the words landed somewhere in the vicinity of gansey's chest and stayed there, the way heavy things do when there is nowhere for them to go. gansey should have learned during all these years together that ronan lynch usually said things that mattered the most in exactly this register. whether that made him entirely brave or entirely devastating, gansey hadn't decided yet. his gaze darted around from the piece of paper in his hand, to the brick walls, to anywhere that was not ronan.

he decided for the paper again, a reliable companion. ❛   the pond.   ❜ the word was repeated, as if carefully feeling for solid ground. ❛   can I ask why? just to make sure I get it right.   ❜

song number 18 on matthias's playlist is... an act of kindness by bastille!

i feel like this one is relatively self explanatory LMAO. deeply repressed guy who is very much not used to people showing genuine kindness to him, not knowing to handle it and fully trust that this kindness doesn't come with some kind of hidden agenda. it honestly makes him feel so much worse because he immediately thinks that this is on purpose somehow. he's slowly learning how to accept help and generosity without immediately being suspicious but given that he's been dismissed and treated with thinly veined contempt for most of his life, it's a looooong process.

1. What is your favorite trope to rp?

oh damn. i'm an absolute sucker for slow burn romance and childhood friends to lovers. evidently, i love a revenant / character who is in between alive and dead, and how they deal with that reality (the whole idea of coming back wrong). characters who are doomed and struggling against fate / self determination, aka the narrative hehe. personally, i'll always prefer scifi and horror over fantasy despite my current flavour of muses. i also love doing letter threads!! i haven't done them in so long but they are sooooo much fun.

2. Name 3 things you admire about OCs.

i simply love the sheer amount of worldbuilding and nuance you can get with an oc, it's so much fun to listen to what someone else has cooked up just for themselves!! i think that ocs often reflect on the writer a lot more than a canon (even if they are heavily modified) just because that's the guy from Your Brain and there's that whole thing about putting pieces of yourself into the characters you write. i love getting to learn about someone through their ocs. and i also love how ocs grow and evolve over time, as someone who has ocs on this blog that i've had since early high school, and when you can tell that the writer's love for them hasn't faded over that time. if there are no fans of ocs, i'm dead.

5. What is a character you love, but don’t think you can write?

i belieeeeeve we discussed bryde and jesse once upon a time but if not i am beaming them directly into your head. it would be incredibly funny if (assuming the hiss lockdown does end post-aw2) jesse comes out after being trapped in the oldest house for almost five years to learn abt bryde and the dreamers. she just wants a regular night sleep. i do think it would be very interesting for them to meet under the initial assumption that jesse is like the previous directors, or at least trench, only to learn she has her own paranatural entity in her head. plus a chance for her to demonstrate that she was also fucked over by the bureau and is treating things differently. (alt: i also have darling. he should not be trusted to interact with any parautilitarians after dylan but i have him! /lh)

i am suuuper interested in your lore for the world before, and both my dnd gorls have quasi-modern verses that retain some of their fantasy elements. william and tallulah could potentially get along, she is a bit of a vagabond (read: trying to figure out what the fuck she's doing with her life) and is the least qualified person you could know to be reading tarot cards. perfectly capable of wandering into a magic artefact shop and potentially getting in over her head.

mini bonus ideas:

i have vague grisha-verses for most fantasy muses + bucky and ethan if there are any muses you really wanna write, we can smush them together that way.

she  knows  it  is  the  story  of  most  their  kind  ―  suddenly  set  aflame  with  a  single  bite...  she  remembers  the  heat  and  the  embers  kindled  at  her  neck.  the  thrashing  limbs  and  breaking  nails,  clawing  to  be  released  from  a  white  clothed  coffin  ―  his  strength,  like  a  tombstone,  pinning  esmerelda  to  her  hospital  bed...