#movemnt

randomized muse combos ( accepting. )

him and weird barbie: i don't even know how this would work, some weird interdimensional, wild stuff. but it would be funny.

carlisle cullen and professor bloom: it'd be fun if carlisle was the doctor for the bprd, as well as a monster himself. plus he'd be able to five a lot of insight on vampries + the volturi + whatever else they needed for research.

omen lancaster and miette bernadette: witch meets vampire. maybe she needs something from his apothecary, or they're old friends who help each other out in certain circumstances.

prince gerard and toad: i'm laughing. the frog prince and his little toadstool companion. this would simply be hilarious.

hellboy and deadpool: hb would hate this guy. he'd punch him right in the face, but hear me out - reluctant partners to reluctant friends.

she enjoyed accomplishing what others considered to be impossible. and having done this a time or two already, dorothy did have confidence in her latest endeavor. but that doesn't mean it would be simple. in fact, this might be the hardest project she's worked on so far. for starters, there was no guarantee that the place she was looking for actually existed. the lost city of atlantis was, after all, lost, and finding it would be no easy feat. professor hart understood the pros and cons of this undertaking, but she was determined to succeed. not only would the discovery of a forgotten land be fantastic for her resume, dorothy also knew it would shift the winds of geography forever. the bprd deserved another win, too. she was going to see this through.

@movemnt : for abe bc he's baby

❝ THERE IS NO NEED FOR VIOLENCE . ❞ how odd it was for her to speak openly instead of projecting her thoughts out . she knew it was a matter of time that groups would come when he and the other kaiju woke from their places of hiding . great wings had spread over the skies , her song echoing miles . . . and yet she took on this small form for the sake of preventing a fight .

It's only as Professor Broom starts the stand back up from adjusting her blanket that she's awake again. No stirring, just the gentle slide of her eyes as they open, lashes fluttering to bat just a bit of the sleep away to make sense of the room. She smiles, arms hugging the blanket up now that it was back around her shoulders.

       ❝ Thank you, Professor, ❞   she mutters, the sleep still soft on her voice. Softer still, she continues.   ❝ ... and, thank you for allowing me the chance to be here. Really... ❞

As much as she wanted to go into more poetics about the immensity of which his opportunity had meant to her   ( allowing her to grow into a family of her own with the team ),   sleep was quickly reclaiming her under it's spell, leaning back against the cool glass, lulled to sleep by the steady thrum of Abe's heartbeat through the water.

RANDOM MUSE 125 / 148 - DOROTHY HART.

she could admit she wasn't meant to be out on the field. in spite of her training, dorothy preferred the comfort ( and safety ) of her office, or the bprd library. she could take care of herself, up to a certain extent, but unfortunately, that didn't necessarily reach to being trapped in a room after part of the ceiling had literally crumbled down in front of them. dorothy, normally levelheaded and calm under pressure, found the beating of her heart to rise slightly. she practiced her breathing as she ran her fingers along the stones that had fallen, trying and failing to see through any cracks or spaces in between them. 'i suppose there are worse people i could be stuck in a room with,' dorothy spoke over her shoulder towards ben, cough following as a stone clattered to the ground and dust kicked up around it. 'i don't suppose you know a different way out of here, do you?' @movemnt.

"I may be an old coot, but I can still tell when something's bothering you," Barry looked towards the other as a father would when concerned about his son, because let's face it, Chris is his son. "And I also know you won't say something unless someone pokes it out of you. We're alone out here, just let it out."

` ( ⌖ ) 𝐈𝐭’𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.

( … ) Simply breathe   —   relax,  enjoy the bond in a peaceful,  companionable quiet they’d managed to hold for years despite all the turmoil    &&.   weathering faced.  Barry was one of the few who still had such a strong connection to the past   —   held that crystalline image of a bright eyed,  spitfire young man in his memories as if it’d never faded to begin with.

Sharpened,  never forgotten,  sometimes it felt like his current state was often compared to how he used to be,  back before the never-ending nightmare became one faced when wide awake.

They’d all changed since the mansion incident.  For better or worse,  it’d shaped them all in various ways far beyond their control.  What image @movemnt held in this moment,  peering at him as Chris silently clutched the fishing line with a hidden,  white-knuckled grasp as he fought to keep his own rising anxious thoughts down under control   —   Chris knew he didn’t line up with it.

His current edges…  they were so roughened,  gnarled,  left twisted in a way meant to defensively protect over invite as it had in the past.

Chris has changed   —   he knows the older man knows he has,  the tension so pulled taut,  near tangible in how it drapes in it’s weighted slump over strained shoulders Chris can only keep his gaze stubbornly directed down at the waters ahead,  pretending to scan along for any bites or swimming fish over face Barry even as he speaks.  As always,  he isn’t one to mince his words.

He’s blunt,  but his fatherly tone sands away any potential abrasiveness that could trigger his own hostility at being poked so boldly.  It’s familiar.  It makes him heave out a drawn sigh like something being reeled right from his lungs.  A half-hearted shrug of a shoulder,  attention still kept carefully away as he tries to muster up a reasonable excuse to misdirect.  Nothing comes to mind.  Shit.

Scrubbing a hand over his face,  keeping his other hand firmly secured along the fishing rod,  Chris squints at the former S.T.A.R.S. member with a grumble.

` ❝ ‘M pretty sure you’ve read the reports. ❞

Either that or Jill and Claire told him everything they’d managed to come across.  It pieces together enough of a clear image that it reminds them all none of this is over.  Darkened brows pinch together,  teeth chewing at a dried,  over worried part of his lips.

‘ ❝ I’m not sure what else you could get from me that you haven't. heard first from the others. ❞