Jul 21, 2020
ohana means family family means no one gets left behind or forgotten (feat @medisinals & @bookburnt)
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ohana means family family means no one gets left behind or forgotten (feat @medisinals & @bookburnt)
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@bookburnt
she follows from the moment she sees him—loki can do nothing but, knowing what book he carries and feeling the intent radiating from the boy so glaringly that were she even to turn her head, her mind might scream at her not to take her eye away.
the distance is easier than she might want it, if she did not know she intended to be caught. she would not dare do the catching, though she could if she willed it; but loki wants to be known, here, for him to realize she follows. for him to turn and seek his stalker in this dim, rainy afternoon, to see her. perchance to run so that she can delay this at least one day longer. perchance to come forward and open its pages to her that she may finally see what is written.
leitner has called it raven song, she knows that much. the gold filigree of its title has made her sick every single time she’s glimpsed it. even its original name was always too eloquent a thing for it, and she can remember when her father would tell it to her, voice heavy and chanting and old, thicker with blood the older she got. such a weapon to wield against her, and the reason she had left.
she should kill this boy and take it. even with the thought, the delighted savagery rears in her veins for a moment, and though she quells it quickly, how her heart had been wanting the rush! loki chokes to rein her breathing in, a shuddering gasp far louder than she means, and maybe, just maybe, a dead giveaway if he didn't already know.
the infamous gerald keay. statement after statement having been written about him, about places he had touched with his gentle pop ins and suddenly – jon just stumbles across him. strange, as it were. it’s not exactly like he was hunting for him. he was grocery shopping. not unless … gerald keay was looking for him.
that familiar urge washes over him. the urge to simply reach out toward the other’s mind, see if he can pick out something – but he waves it away with a practiced motion. bags dangling from his arms, he gives a slight glance toward the other.
“ what have I done to deserve an honor befitting a visit from gerald keay ? “ / @bookburnt
‘ i can explain. ‘ no, she really couldn’t, given most mortals saw her sword as a simple pen or sometimes a baseball bat and monsters usually had a way of disguising themselves in ways she could hardly imagine most of the time. but this guy, intimidating enough with his goth-y appearance and big black boots that were currently dusted with some powdered minotaur she’d just sliced in half. a little nervous, she moved to sheathe her sword into her pocket, returning to the appearance of a regular pen.
‘ we’re um... filming a movie. bringing back practical effects, none of that... computer stuff. ‘ there weren’t any cameras in sight, but she had a feeling this lie wouldn’t get her far.
@bookburnt / pjo au
𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐳𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 he is unnatural. humanity is a rarity isn’t it ? the Smiling God itches beneath his skin, to see, to consume. kevin smiles, exposes rows of perfectly shaped ivory. he giggles at the discomfort of it, how delightful ! “ well, aren’t you neat ! ” the host stands, yellow button up speckled shades of brown and pink, and crimson. he seems unbothered, or perhaps perfectly bothered. it is a fifty-fifty shot, really. “ i don’t think i’ve seen you before . . . ”
( * @bookburnt ⇢ ❤ ‘d )
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do casper and emilio keep in touch? what were the feelings around their breakup?
uhhhh WELL. here’s the thing cause i still haven’t finished cas’s bio: emilio died in the fire that marked casper as an avatar of the desolation (F). their relationship was sort of on the rocks at the time of the fire and they most likely would have broken up after a couple of weeks if the fire did not occur. emilio was very uncomfortable with casper’s pyromaniac tendencies and his hesitance to deal with his lingering issues from his father’s influence (spoiler alert casper’s dad shoved his toxic masculinity onto his son and taught him how to fight instead of feel). the desolation taking emilio was the point where things shifted, where casper realised the severity of the destruction he found solace in up to that point. however at that point it was too late to stop the events that had been set in motion.
@bookburnt. / tma verse starters (ernest)
the sight of the attire on this man on ernest’s doorstep felt like a punch to the gut. the way that he dressed was exactly how victor used to dress — someone, once, had mentioned an american store called ‘hot topic’ to derisively describe victor’s atrocious sense of style, and from the images ernest had googled after that comment, this stranger’s choice in fashion was exactly the sort of ‘hot topic’ mess that victor had always used to favour. as cruel as he knew it was, ernest found himself fighting down the urge to sneer. the placidly smiling older woman at his side did nothing to ease ernest’s discomfort.
“ oui? voulez-vous quelque chose? ”
@bookburnt asked: ❝ my family was never the touchy-feely type. ❞ from... i dont feel like finding it lol
❛ oh. ❜ tim retracts his hand, rubbing the back of his neck. his parents weren’t the most touchy-feely but he more than made up for it with danny. physical affection comes naturally to him, slinging an arm around friend’s shoulders as easy as breathing, pressing kisses to the sides of heads without care. which means that, sometimes, he doesn’t consider that not everyone is like him. not everyone likes being touched. ❛ oh, i’m sorry. i didn’t think. i’ll try to keep my hands off in the future. ❜ he gives gerard his best smile, the one that makes his nose scrunch up a little.