#cursia

𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙔 𝘽𝙄𝙍𝙏𝙃𝘿𝘼𝙔 𝙆𝙔𝙍𝙄𝘼

                ❝   adam ,  what ?    i  mean ,  good  for  you  for  using  your  words  but .  what  does  “𝙈𝙀𝘼𝙏”  mean  ?   i  understand  that  I  am  a  telepath  ;  however ,  i  am  not  going  down  that  road  to  figuring  out  what  this  mystery  means .  𝙽𝙾𝚃  𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾  𝙼𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚈  𝙼𝙴𝙰𝚃.  ❞

❝ nothing dies down here. ❞

‘ tell me about it. ‘

with a grimace nothing short of disgusted, unceremoniously did sebastian drop the match he had just flicked to life upon the corpse between their feet. what had seemed to be dead jerked into reanimation with a wailing shriek, the twisted monstrosity of what had once been human (yet, he tried not to dwell on this fact, tried not to think of what horrors he was committing to once-people) screaming as its body was fully engulfed, sebastian’s face daring not flicker even once in the wake of its dying screams. the fire worked fast, and the monster went limp. burnt flesh stank the air, intermixing with the smells of raw sewage and ash.

only a moment was spared to ensure the creature was surely dead with a testing nudge of his shoe, and once assured of its demise, sebastian trekked on down the sewer walkway, deeper into the dark abyss of... wherever they were. nothing seemed linear, and the scenery warped often. were he to make an effort to mentally log each and every place they were dropped into, surely he’d lose it. better to save his sanity and just roll with the punches of this ever-shifting hell.

‘ hey, you got a torch attachment with all those fancy gadgets? ‘

sebastian’s brow furrowed, quietly counting the number of matches left in their box.

I’m so late to this but I adore you   <3    when we writing

Thor’s a fighter ,  a natural - born protector ,  so I think when it comes to people he loves and cares for ,  his primary way of showing affection is by making them feel safe ,  comfortable ,  wanted ,  etc .   he will legit tear through the world to keep them out of harm’s way .    he’ll treat them with the utmost respect   (   when he’s not overcome with anger lmao    ) .

Mun’s Asks: RP Edition 

18. What’s the one thing you want to try the most on your blog? 

//I have a long overdue post about Anna in the time-period leading to the original Deus Ex and my headcanon that while she was originally recruited by Janus for Juggernaut, she slowly shifted her allegiances from “Juggernaut agent collaborating with the NSF” to “NSF agent collaborating with Juggernaut” by the time the Northwest War broke out in the 2030s.

19. Give us a headcanon about your muse that you never shared to anyone else or wanting to explore deeper.

//Well, it’s been a while since I have been here and I have talked a lot ooc over at other places, so I might not remember all the things I have juggled in my head, but... I have recently been thinking about the subject of Anna’s ethnicity.

Kelso is a surname of Scottish and English origins. When talking about Hermann and how he can’t have been working for the triads because they do not hire outsiders she highlights how he is “whiter that she is”... but she also cites that she did undercover work with the triads... And since we only have one artwork of her, and a low poly-model, I have been wondering if she might be meant to be Chinese-American.

But idk, that passage feels kind of ambiguous and I am not from the USA and that might lead me to be missing some kind of subtext.

24. Where do you draw your inspiration from?

//This is not the first fndm I am in that has experienced a content drought.

@cursia​ sent   /     ❝ whatever you do, don’t look down. ❞    meme

joseph had never known himself to be adverse to heights.  not that he’d ever sought them out, truly; his only real points of reference were the odd plane flights, or the once or twice he’d needed the aid of a boost or ladder to reach something. 

all of those paled quite easily nearly as much as he had, precarious stories up, a single, gnarled spire that had once lived as a support beam the only means forward. the buildings were unstable to be spoken generously. now and again he was sure he heard another collapse in the distance, the sound of falling rubble and shrieking metal on metal some sort of twisted ambient lullaby. 

“ not helpful, jensen. ”

he forced himself not to think about it too hard, to stay present, one cautious, barely-lifted step at a time, for anything greater than that was sure to knock him off balance. hell, a strong wind felt like it could do that, but by some small miracle the air remained eerily still.

just a few careful feet more carrying his pulse in the back of his throat and he could at least dare to make a lunge in safe arm’s reach of someone else - someone who’d had the nerve to cross the threshold with all the graceful ease of someone who had never had a healthy fear of anything in his life.