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🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺 teehees bites luna gently by the scruff and runs away with them
they're your problem now uwu
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@thrucrax || 🔢what’s their body count? + idk if there's an emoji for it but any turn offs (from personality traits to kinks)? hard nos? things that he hasn't tried but wants to?
heavy is the best word to describe the feeling of bar'en's limbs. h'ed been stupid, careless. gotten close enough to a venatori for them to cut him, gather enough blood to throw him down. they'd been shot down a moment later.
"I'll be fine." the mage groans, arm thrown over his eyes as he lays there, the strength return to his body, feeling bert's fingers against his shoulders, the gentle wash of healing magic rolling over bar'en's skin. "just need a moment."
@thrucrax || "You're in no condition to fight!" healer!Bert is shining here
"has anyone ever told you how contradictory that sounds? no? I'm going to." the mage's words are laced with a misdirected frustration, guilt immediately curling at the corner of bar'en's mouth. an apology lingers on his tongue - one he gives only after hurrying inside and shutting the door, pushing a chair under the door's handle, an enchantment soaked into the very wood of the door. could never be too careful. "thank you for your help. what happened here?"
@thrucrax || "You're safe now, get inside and bar the door."
HORROR WRITING PROMPTS. ACCEPTING. 57. — frankenstein creation.
@thrucrax.
dean winchester is certainly numbed to most things in his hunters' journey, the horrors of man or beast clear for all to see in the dungeon they find themselves in. he had assumed some local knowledge would be of aid to his plight but it is evident from bert's agape face that he had no idea what had been going on behind closed doors either. dean rummages briskly through notes about the cadou and umbrella corp ( whoever those guys are, though the name drop alone is enough for him to feel the pit of his gut drop — this is something far bigger than this quaint little village alone ) and his goal is clear, to find out whatever this megamycete is and kill the damn thing. writings about the black god are of little interest to him, for if one thing has become clear to him in his years it is that there is no god. demons, vampires, and werewolves ( lions, tigers, and bears ! ) are all a reality but god is a falsity, a novel writer at best.
❛ lycans, blood - suckin' bug women, the thing from the shape of water— an' now babies in jars ? ❜ he jangles the jar labelled cadou briefly before putting the sloshing container back down with a grimace. he knows better than to scorn bert for not having a clue as to the real behind the scenes of this cult, but really, man ? ❛ what next dude, a mad scientist's metal soldier army ? ❜
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“ sometimes the quiet nights are the ones you remember most. ” ok but RDR2 fitzroy & art what if- sat around a campfire or something
a tightness in his chest still tries to overcome him , even in the stillness , as his eyes bore into the fire between them . he seems quite tranquil , full of ennui even , but for commonfolk , his bridges have only just begun to tremble , lacking an accustom among the rough environment he's been thrusted into . when he hears the other speak , he flickers his eyes up at him only for a second , finding the fire , despite its hazardous burn , more comforting than the consolation of a companion . he wonders if what he says is merely a joke , failing to laugh when he tries too hard to sense the presence between sincerity and sardonicism . after a moment , he simply gives up , responds out of fatigue . ❝ that one's hard to believe , dont'cha think ? ❞ the last few days — they were not for the faint of heart , that much he knows now .
≻ how does your muse handle losing control ?
accepting.
it depends -- i think ezra is the type to hand off control when possible, considering her perfectionism. but if she has to be in control, different levels warrant different reactions.
in big situations, she's very stubborn if it feels as though she's being pushed out of the lead. she digs her heels in, holds on tight, & clings to what she can. (if asked to simply hand over control, & she finds it to be the best decision, this is different. i'm operating under the assumption that control is being forcibly taken for this question.) if she was chosen to lead, given the task of being in charge, then that is what she will insist on doing. it's a sense of duty & loyalty, more so than the pride of being on top. she was trusted with the task, & would not betray such trust if she can help it.
for smaller, interpersonal situations, such as debates or political talks, she loathes having control. ezra prefers to listen, gauging both the voiced opinions & the unspoken biases of others involved. after all, how different is it from archery? the hunter must be deliberate & precise. it is not about firing the most arrows. it is about the arrow striking just so.
if she feels as though she is losing control of herself, ezra has miniature shut-downs. she retreats until her composure can be regained, no matter how long that takes. she will avoid speaking, to prevent from saying something she doesn't mean. (or means a little too deeply.) she keeps herself on the shortest leash, doing her best to remain poised. she constantly tells herself that the only thing she can control is herself.
"Be honest, do you think you are beautiful or hideous? Or both?" Asked sincerely and with respect, he says hideous like a different kind of beauty. Terrifying even.
❛[ SEND 'BE HONEST' AND A QUESTION ≻ accepting !
APPEARANCES WERE BOTH ABSENT AND EVER-PRESENT ON MIND. All the Prince was, was appearances and presentations. THE WHOLE OF IT COULD NOT BE OBSERVED. Impossibility, not out of something beyond that fact. A question presented // ONE THAT HAD YET TO BE PRESENTED TO IT BY ANOTHER. Nothing about Hermaeus Mora shifted as it was, no offense or its familiarity existed where for others it might have. “&– - I do not care about such things. I exist as I am, and what is perceived is still only what I allow. Perhaps I am both, as is the nature of knowledge.” If it desired to be more APPEALING, it would make such a shape after all // SUCH ONLY SAVED FOR TEMPORARY LURES. A body that never stayed the same, always shifted-- - to measure in such terms was a fruitless, wasted task. // @thrucrax