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✧ ༚ ── #𝖚𝖗𝖋4𝖛𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖈𝖍 ✦ independent, highly selective, and private multicharacter & multifandom rp blog . mutuals only, featuring interpretations of canon characters. themes on this blog may at times be usfw or triggering, and as such is strictly 18+ .
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----- 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝙻𝚈𝙰 𝚆𝙰𝚂 𝙷𝙸𝙳𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶. always texting some girl. maybe american ?? he wasn’t so sure. but he had caught glimpses of his phone and it always seemed so vague. the messages unnatural in nature like a code. and then the new york raiders won the cup and scott hunter kissed a man on television. the russian hockey scene was disgusted by the display. nikolai couldn’t judge. 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚊𝚖 𝚒 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 ??
it had clicked with him then, after seeing ilya’s reaction to scott hunter. 1+1=2. 2+2=4. ilya + jane= jane is a man. he kept this to himself, this realization. he could be wrong. he could just be reading into things that didn’t necessarily need to be read into. and yet… he does.
because now he is sat at a bar in moscow. the vodka goes down smooth. so much better than what he’s given in america, canada, or wherever they need him overseeing ilya. svetlana sits beside him, drinking something of her own. some cocktail. he’s known her as long as he’s known ilya, which is handful of years now.
something has changed lately with her. she doesn’t seem herself. “ tell me if i am wrong, “ he breaks the silence. “ but ilya seems changed. i get it, his father died. but there is something more to that. alexei told me he has not heard from ilya - “ a deep exhale. “ cannot say that i am too surprised by that. but have you heard from ilya ?? or is he with jane ?? “
a starter for svetlana forced upon @urf4vbutch
there were questions regarding ilya ever since he and svetlana had returned from russia. the media didnt have as much of an insight on ilya as they'd like. ilya knows how to make a spectacle of himself when he'd like to, he controls the space in any club he walks into and he commands the respect of the men that he plays with, or against. of course there were questions about the man, the myth, the legend. not normally form people on his team, they knew him well enough to know that he doesn't answer to that sort of speculation.
belinksi didn't seem to get the memo.
theres a moment where sveta just stares at her phone, unsure if she heard him correctly. then, she looks up at him, trying to feign confusion before he could call her on what she may or may not know. ".. jane?" she repeats, shaking her head. "ilya needs.. time. for himself... who is jane?"
˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ why so sexy if so dumb? a collection of lyric - based prompts from sabrina carpenter's album, man's best friend. change pronouns & adjust as needed.
oh, boy.
you said your phone was broken, just forgot to charge it.
there's a cuter word for it, i know.
fuck my life.
if i'm not there, it won't get done.
i choose to blame your mom.
a little initiative can go a very long, long way.
a little respect for women can get you very, very far.
what in the fucked up romantic dark comedy is this nightmare lately?
he's busy, he's working, he doesn't have time for me.
my slutty pajamas aren't tempting him in the least.
the joke can be over now.
i'm right here, i'm waving.
my man's in touch with his emotions.
my man won't touch me with a twenty foot pole.
put your loving where your mouth is.
your sugar talking isn't working tonight.
your paragraphs mean shit to me.
get your sorry ass to mine.
do you want a prize?
big word for a real small mind.
aren't you tired of saying a whole lot of nothing?
save your money.
stop making me cry.
you filled my whole apartment with flowers that die.
it's your seventh last chance.
bullshit repeats itself.
is that how the saying goes?
been here a thousand times.
all the "i'm sorry"s and "i love you"s were said.
we had our sex and then we made amends.
called it a false alarm.
we almost broke up again last night.
i know how it looks.
i know how it sounds.
at least we'll give 'em something to talk about.
you say we're drifting apart again.
yeah, i fuckin' know.
big deal, we've been here before.
we'll be here tomorrow.
i hope you're great.
i think it's time we took a break.
here we go again.
what a familiar feeling.
probably should've guessed he's like the rest.
so fine and so deceiving.
me? no, yeah. i'm good.
that boy is corrupt.
he sure fucked me up.
yes i'm talking 'bout your baby.
we were so happy.
why not mix it up?
i'm so at peace.
i can't drink enough.
i just wish you didn't have a mind.
just the other night, you said you need me.
what gives?
i'm not angry.
i love you just the same.
wish you a lifetime full of happiness.
i think this schedule could be very light.
us girls are fun but stressful.
you've got a right hand anyway.
i was so confident.
i know where you live.
i hope you find a good whole lot of nothing.
abstinence is just a state of mind.
'bout time i get back on the horse.
when did you get hot?
i think i would remember if you had that face.
i did a double take.
take me to naked twister back at your place.
it's thickening the plot.
congratulations on your new improvements.
i bet your rod's, like, bigger than zeus'.
hey, wait.
can you lift my car with your hand?
you were an ugly kid but you're a sexy man.
sorry i didn't see the vision.
i need a minute.
love when happy hour comes at ten o'clock am on a tuesday.
guess a broken heart doesn't care that i just woke up.
got a soft spot for a bev and a boy that's fruity.
can't lie, whole week's been tough.
no party invitations, not going to the club.
i'm just drinking to call someone.
ain't nobody safe when i'm a little bit drunk.
gosh, who's to say?
a girl who knows her liquor is a girl who's been dumped.
i can't be blamed.
some good old - fashioned fun sure numbs the pain.
ring ring ring.
yeah, it's super important.
how many shots in an ounce?
i might have double vision.
that's irrelevant right now.
answer me, baby.
i miss you and i think about you every minute.
just trying different numbers, didn't think that you'd pick up.
how's you been? what's up?
do you me still love?
bye, it's me.
should we hook up?
you think i'm gonna fuck with your head.
you're absolutely right.
your perfect timing couldn't be worse.
it's impressive how you don't read signs.
i'll never call you right back.
i'll bitch you out when i please.
don't worry, i'll make you worry.
i'll never let you know where you stand.
that's some of my best work.
thought sleeping with you might help me decide.
you're internalizing my jokes.
i'll leave you feeling like a shell of a man.
take your shoes off.
thank you for the dinner, baby.
i had a really great time.
i really loved the conversation.
the pineapple air freshener is my favorite kind.
do you want the house tour?
i promise none of this is a metaphor.
i just want you to come inside.
what's mine is now yours.
the couch is really comfy.
got some chips ahoy if you're hungry.
you don't need to love me.
never enter through the back door.
i spent a little fortune on the waxed floors.
we can be a little reckless, 'cause it's insured.
i'm pleasured to be your hot tour guide.
my house is on pretty girl avenue.
my house was especially built for you.
some say it's a place where dreams come true.
my house can be your house too.
are you coming in or what?
broke my heart on saturday.
guess overnight your feelings changed.
i have cried so much i've almost fainted.
i wish i had a gun or words.
well, sayonara.
you're not bilingual, but you should know.
goodbye.
you're losing me for life.
can't call it love then call it quits.
can't shoot me down then shoot the shit.
did you forget it was you who said goodbye?
you don't get to be the one who cries.
can't have your cake and eat it too.
by walking out, that means you choose.
the feeling's so specific.
wanna punch you every minute.
just give it three weeks.
forgive my french, but fuck you.
shit, when did you get here?
go put on some clothes!
get home safe.
he regards her for a moment, the look on his face stern. “ you were quiet. of course, you were. that is exactly why i heard you, “ he mutters, cold sarcasm coating his voice. as to the question of injuries, he is. he is injured actually. he was whacked once by the trapper, and his woolen doublet is slashed open with a gash across his chest. he is so used to ring mail, shields, any tools to protect himself but that is a luxury here not afforded. “ a scratch. if you wish to look at it, you may. i would not waste your supplies on me though. i have endured worse and you might need it for yourself at some point. “
there's hardly contained annoyance at what he says - her lips pressed together in hardly contained annoyance. he was a stubborn one, she'll give him that. she just hopes that doesn't end with the repetition of sacrifices to the entity, making him a husk of the man he once was. the wound that is shown to her was more extensive than she thought it would be. ".. I'm not wasting supplies, I can help." she brings her hands forward slowly, giving him opportunity to pull away as she begins to mend his wound.
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@urfavb1mbo . ❛ i’m trying not to care. ❜ @ carol
a sad smile tugs on carols lips. she knows how much this girl cares for her kenny, she's stood by his side and probably saved his ass more times than carol cares to admit. but... things never came easy for kenny. those damn cult meetings made sure of that. now, he might just be pushin away the best thing that's ever happened to him.
❛ you don't gotta go an' do that. ❜ she says back. ❛ kenny... he cares 'bout you, you know.. even if he sometimes got a strange way of showin' it. ❜
@alwaysxinxtrouble cont.
“Shane, you’re overreacting.” Despite what he said, Matthew secretly loved how worried Shane got about him. It was different than what he had experienced with Foggy and Karen. There were no threats of ending friendships or degradation. Shane was understanding and supportive, although there were occasional arguments about what was safe given their circumstances. There was also the fact that he wasn’t exactly going out as a vigilante. Walkers were far more dangerous than anything he had ever gone up against before. "It's just a scratch, not a bite." That was a lie. Stitches were needed to hold the jagged edges together. Matt couldn't see the wound on his arm, but he could feel the torn flesh pulling each time he flexed his fingers. The sting of rust and dirt clung to the cut, mingling with the metallic tang of blood heavy in the air. He heard the slow, wet drip as it pattered onto the ground beneath him, every detail painting a clearer picture than sight ever could. "I was repairing the fence along the north side, and I slipped. It's not that bad."
this was already something that shane was working on patching up together. life here, now -- it was different than how things were before. messier. a cut like this could end your life if you weren't careful.. and damn, whatever happened to him, it got him good. he flushes the wound, pursing his lips together as he hears out matt's recounting of events.
"... it's bad." he disputes, head bowed as he cuts off pressure to stop any more bleeding. "... fuck, matt, you can always call on me to help you with anything if you need it. you know that." it wasn't a reminder that needed to be given but shane says it anyway, looking up to try to figure out what he was thinking. "something like this.. it can get infected, and then.." he sighs, rubbing the back of his hand against his forehead to rid himself of the sweat. "can't do this without you, man.."
♡ 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓⠀⠀ …⠀⠀ @urf4vbutch .ᐟ ♡
there were always familiar crowds that came with catastrophies. police officers, firefighters, journalists -- they were all people kal-el was starting to become accustomed to seeing.. somewhere along the line, peaches dewitt winters had joined that collective. every time something went wrong, he'd find her chasing after danger like a moth to a flame.
tonight was no different, an explosion in a nearby apartment had one peaches running to the scene, arms waving up in the air to ensure she catches his attention when he arrives to the scene of the crime. kal-el descends from the sky - feet landing softly upon the grass.
".. miss winters, are you alright?" ... that was a question he seems to be asking a lot of lately. || @urfavb1mbo liked.
The mission had just come to an end, but the energy still lingered in the air. Superman watched Captain America from a short distance away, leaning casually against the side of a building with his shield resting at his feet. There was something about the way Steve had handled everything out there—calm, precise, commanding—that caught Kal-El’s attention. It wasn’t just the fighting; it was the leadership, the way Steve kept everyone coordinated even when chaos threatened to take over.
Superman stepped forward, his cape catching the evening breeze as he closed the gap. "Steve," he said, his voice steady but sincere, "I have to say, I’m impressed. The way you worked out there... you kept everyone together." || @alwaysxinxtrouble liked.
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@cryptidsdad . "You are in grave danger." - for shane (the danger is a needy little dog)
shane has always big a dog person. triers to play it up like his favorites are the big ones. pitbull terriors, bloodhounds -- he expects robert to have something like that. a pit, or something.. but betsy? she's this little thing nipping at shane's ankles. it's damn adorable. "uh oh!" he kneels over and feigns fright as the boston terrier approaches excitedly. "you never warned me you had such a terrifying guard dog." hands are scratching behind the dogs ears, smiling affectionately.
he regards her for a moment, the look on his face stern. “ you were quiet. of course, you were. that is exactly why i heard you, “ he mutters, cold sarcasm coating his voice. as to the question of injuries, he is. he is injured actually. he was whacked once by the trapper, and his woolen doublet is slashed open with a gash across his chest. he is so used to ring mail, shields, any tools to protect himself but that is a luxury here not afforded. “ a scratch. if you wish to look at it, you may. i would not waste your supplies on me though. i have endured worse and you might need it for yourself at some point. “
attention is brought down to the gash on his chest - and for a moment, she doesn't comment. she brings her gaze back up to meet his, lips pursed into a thin line. for a while, she continues working on the gen, keeping her hands busy until it lights up. ".. let me look at it. you should have a shot at getting away if he finds you again." she leans towards him, her hand hesitantly coming out to press against his chest, pursing her lips before she grabs some bandages from her medkit and begins to firmly wrap it around his torso. "have you run into the others?"
Despite the fact it feels like she's been in this realm for an eternity, Yui doesn't feel like she knows Claudette particularly well. There's a lot of them here, after all, and when she'd first arrived, Yui was more the type to keep to herself - only opening up gradually to a select number of people over time.
That's not to say that they can't work together, though. In fact, it's easy to work alongside almost all of the survivors here in the fog - maybe because they have a shared understanding; of what it means to be here and what they need to do... not to mention their shared knowledge of the pain and fear that comes with being sacrificed.
Claudette, too, is someone Yui feels connected to. Even without having had the chance to learn about who she was before coming here, it's easy to be in her presence, and there's never anything uncomfortable about the time they spend together. Right now, though, Yui does feel a bit more awkward than usual, if only because she doesn't know how to put in words what it is she wants to say.
"I know I said it already, but... thanks for saving me back there." It's not like she thanks someone every time they help her out - with the inherent nature of the trials, it happens so often that there's not much point in the repetition. Still, Yui's performance today had been so poor that she feels Claudette deserves the extra gratitude. Even if she wants to grind her teeth thinking about her own failure.
"I really do appreciate it. Especially when you've been here so long... hell, longer than most of us, I bet. It... means a lot."
@urf4vbutch ( starter for claudette! )
when this had all started, there were four of them. herself, dwight, jake, and meg. it had felt like that's all there would be for quite some time.. then, there was nea.. and laurie, ace, billl.. faces and names that had been added to the fog. no one ever got out. it was hard to keep up hope, to believe that there was something better for all of them.
but it wasn't like she had much of a choice. it was either keep hope alive, or die time and time again. so, she imagines something better for all of them. hopes that every trial will be her last. it hasn't been thus far, but she can get everyone out. most times, at least. patch them up enough to crawl their way out.
the thanks she gets for that isn't what she expects. her attention is brought upwards, and she is quiet for a beat before she gives a small nod of acknowledgement. "... of course. we all help eachother, that's how it works." claudette herself had never been one to take the lead in trials. she wouldn't know the first thing about generators if it weren't for dwight... and hell, yui has saved her ass more than once. ".. it was a rough trial. i.. wasn't sure we were all going to make it out." attention drives back towards the fire, and she's silent for a moment. "are you alright? you seemed.. out of it, during that trial."
every trial, he feels as if he is inching towards survival. he outruns the killer, he has learned the very basics in first aid and he has even began to get a grasp on repairing generators. but, by the gods, is he stubborn. he does not ask for help. he does not want help. no one has ever bothered before so why should they start now ?? ( except for these people, the fools. ) and especially her. the girl is too kind for her own good, always sticking her nose in and trying to help him when he does not ask for it. such a girl would never survive a day in his court or any court for that matter. as she reminds him, this is a different world. he is not in dragsonstone nor is he in king’s landing.
“ with all due respect, my lady, i did not ask for help, “ he argues, though there is no true bite in his tone. only resignation as he knows she will not back down now. “ this generator is nearly done, gods willing. your footsteps will only succeed in drawing the killer near. you were not quiet about it. let us hope we can finish this and escape quickly. “
this should be the reaction claudette expects. men like him - stannis baratheon, he does not strike her as someone who accepts help from others easily. still, no one has ever escaped these trials going through it alone. especially not someone who didn't come from a time where generators would have been a concept in anyone's mind.
patience wanes thin at times, but she kneels beside him as she begins to start her work. "i was quiet." she murmurs, giving stannis a side glance. ".. are you hurt?"
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HUNTER SCHAFER and ANOK YAI for Mugler
˚₊‧꒰ა 🎃 👻 💀 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> ❝ YOU SHOULD TRY .. the lamingtons. ❞ ellie piped up from the behind the cabinet. the brunette had been busy wiping down the cabinet doors - when she spotted him trying to decide what to get. she gave a grin as she looked up at the reporter. and she really had to tilt her head back. ❝ they're the best thing to come from the southern hemisphere. ❞ there's a laugh. ❝ besides - i made them , so that's a bonus. ❞
˚₊‧꒰ა 🎃 👻 💀 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> @urf4vbutch 🕸️ liked ❝ for a starter ❞
attention was split between a few different options before eleanor speaks, but when he hears her voice - his eyes dart up to her for only a moment before landing down at the lamingtons. "the best thing to come from the southern hemisphere?" he repeats, a slow, sly smirk spreading across his features. "well, that makes my choice for me, doesn't it? .. i'll take a dozen. let you know if they live up to their reputation."
