Jan 14
I don’t trust easily, yet I get attached too quickly.
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I don’t trust easily, yet I get attached too quickly.
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"What are you drinking at an hour like this?" from bobby. old feelas...
Unprompted (?) Ask || Always Accepting
"....Coffee."
Yep. Just plain coffee. Totally isn't blood, cocoa nibs, and Baileys in there too. At 3am. Shush.
@writwove
📝 + DC or other comics
Send me “📝 + (fandom)” and I’ll reply with a character I would RP from that fandom
So! I already write Edward Nygma, Adrian ( you're here! :0 ) and have dabbled in Clark ( all-star superman based ), Bruce & Tim on discord ... but if I were to choose someone I haven't already written then probably Harvey Dent or Roy Harper for very different reasons!!
Other comics entirely ... Nailbiter for sure! And if we're talking Marvel then besides my dearest Scott Lang I would probably pick up Harry Osborn again!
sources say she never danced again...
cherry & economos / @writwove
@writwove : "You're bleeding. OH MY GOD - you're bleeding!" from Economos
HE DRAWS HIS vision below, following the trail of crimson through the end of his shirt. It's a keen observation on the other's part. It's not something you'd be looking for - someone bleeding in their civies. It's only fair Adrian gives him a little confirmation. "Yeah! I didn't think it was too obvious, but I guess I am." Head draws up, giving John something between a smile and a reassuring nod. Some inflection of you got it right about the mannerism. He doesn't see the point in stating it as it is, but there's something nice about knowing his injury is of some note.
"I got shot sometime this morning. No biggie. Other guy's dead, anyway." Adrian decides to provide, context seeming rather complete to him, there, against all odds. "Just didn't dress it too well 'cause I was on the run. You know how it is!"
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“Please don’t be alarmed, but I think we have the same bag.” from zeke
meme links?? in THIS economy??
" this one? no, i don't think so-- " her fingertips claw at the magnetic clasps on the bag, pulling it open with the most sincere of expectations to find the usual culprits ( spearmint gum, sunscreen, keys complete with the handmade beaded keychain that sansa made her ) only to be met with... well. not her expected cargo. " jesus wept! oh, i'm so sorry, i was in such a mind fog... here, you can check it and make sure everything's in there. god, i should've asked for the triple shot today, huh? "
"Cold?" from ezekiel, he's got a bigass overcoat
send me “cold?” to wrap a jacket around aisling’s shoulders. ( ACCEPTING! ) / @writwove
she's not entirely sure if she'll ever get used to new york winters. something in them is far sharper and more unrelenting than the kinds of cold that ireland musters up. cold in ireland is damp. cloying. it'll cling to the bones and no amount of layers will really warm you in the face of it. but it's a balmy tropical island compared to the bitter bite and sharp brutality of new york, with blizzards and frost and icicles that dangle dangerously and daintily from the gutters.
but sometimes the cold has value. it grounds her tonight, as her mind frantically compiles lists upon lists of nonsensical bullshit to replace the more alarming tasks that require her focus. her brain is a whirlwind. a hurricane of productive procrastination. and while the cold keeps her rooted as she tries to sort out the string lights outside the diner, that in itself is rapidly fading as she comes up with new problems and no amount of solutions will ever be satisfactory in fixing them, so why--
a warm coat suddenly sits around her, encasing her in a soft lining and the kind of heat that tells her someone was only just wearing it. aisling jerks her head to the side. ezekiel stands, hands still resting on the coat, very serious about his sacrifice. it pulls her away from the infinite mountain of crises that may never come to pass. " hey. " her fingertips brush his knuckles. then, reality embraces her, and she stands up, suddenly grabbing at his hand and drawing him back into the heat of the diner. " shit! i'm so sorry, i wasn't... jesus, i was away in my own world, i didn't see how cold it was. i'm sorry, zeke, you're frozen now, too! let me fix you something hot to eat, hey? "
"i wonder if guilt is fashionable." from rambert to april
YOU ARE EATING AN ORANGE [ACCEPTING] FEAT. @writwove
APRIL OPENS HIS MOUTH JUST A FRACTION & closes it immediately, no answer finding its way from the wires of his brain down to his tongue. he would consider witty remarks his specialty & even then———— how easy it would have been to pretend that guilt is not an emotion he has ever felt, especially when lying, too, is like a second language to him. (ONE MIGHT EVEN SAY YOU KNOW A THING OR TWO ABOUT FASHION BUT ALAS, NOT AN APPLICABLE SKILL IN THIS INSTANT.) so when he crosses his arms over his chest it is almost petulant, defensive where there is no need to be. the question in itself was hardly personal but a hit dog will always holler. "probably." it suits me quite well he almost adds but we do not give ourselves away in this way! at least he feels the guilt pool somewhere low in the pit of his stomach so perhaps not all hope is lost on him quite yet. "guilt sounds like a nice shade of blue, i think. with a few sprinkles of yellow & white. you know, like a sun reflected in foamy water." telling perhaps, that the idea of guilt takes this representation for him! but this too can be a fun little inside joke between you & yourself.