It Just Dawned On Me I Can Put Some Old Ocs Here Too Maybe Multis Are Kinda Goated.

if   a   harpy   becomes   a   mercy,   then   curiosity   remains.   (   such   creatures   were   welcome,   come   bear   tooth   and   claw,   learn   what   real   fangs   and   claws   provide.   )   upione   sired   nothing   less   than   a   weapon   of   war——   a   bundle   of   gnashing   fangs   and   daggers.   it   turns,   it   turns   &.   turns   again   till   it   bit   the   one   who   forged   it.   however,   curse   keeps   temperament   even.   scorn——   irritation——   blanket   themselves   with   compassion,   not   his,   but   the   growing   burden   of   sorcery.   it   tethers   reason   to   beast,   instincts   remain   ...   but   call   for   more   eloquence.   a   silver   tongue   instead   of   silver   sword.   cold   kindness.

it   goes   without   saying,   they'll   return.   these   lands   bewitch   him;   it   sings   its   song   of   magnificence   and   danger,   it   brings   forth   memories   of   inodal.   not   it's   castles,   it's   spires   nor   it's   people——   the   stillness   of   the   battlefield.   a   calm   that   captivates,   that   cannot   mask   the   edge   of   danger   looming   above,   a   guillotine   waiting   for   tender   throat.   (   his   throat——   perhaps.   )   a   numb   sense   of   excitement   ebbs   and   flows.   it's   all   they're   allowed,   brief   moments   of   genuine   feeling,   to   trace   that   piece   lost   to   time.

deciding   to   defend   himself   no   longer,   hand   waves   as   if   to   dismiss.   on   dark   feathers,   on   kind   wing,   they   gave   their   warning   ...   it'll   be   heeded.   (   in   time.   )   ❛   if   a   harpy   is   a   mercy   then   that   only   raises   further   question   ...   but,   perhaps   another   time.   ❜   shoulders   roll,   an   elegant   shrug.   ❛   i'll   go.   long   as   you're   willing   to   travel   it   with   me.   we   both   know   no   sane   godling   would   trust   a   guide   with   feather   and   claw.   and,   lacking   in   saneness   as   i   am,   i'm   no   different,   i'm   afraid.   ❜   weight   shifts,   becoming   standoffish   while   expression   remains   cast   in   iron.   ❛   do   we   have   an   accord, o' nameless one?   ❜

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCOAL MINER'S CANARY, WAS SHE ; ㅤㅤㅤㅤfor when danger was imminent, she'd give them at least a chance.

Otraybia, was not kind ; it was a land, lavish, with beauty ; but plagued, by savagery. Her own cousins, molded by that same man, were feral, true. A HARPY, THOUGH, AMONG THE WORST OF THEM.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( How she managed to be anything but, was still unknown. )

Ears, perk'd and keen, listen, for, it would be rude, to give naught, the chance to defend ones' self. A place, so far from this, but it sounds as if it's a UNIVERSES' DIVIDE ; she thought it impossible. Brow creases, so slightly at that term ; GODLING. GODLING. It, as a term, was not unheard of, for ZEUS was known well, to dabble in the artistry of creating children, with near any but his WIFE.

Gaze does turn soft, shoulders taught, now somewhat relaxed. He'd no reason, to raise hand against her, but within tree, she'd remain. There is pity, in the depths of her soul, for any fostered of a GOD ; even if she, herself, does not know the Sisyphus - like trials, they were to endure. She could not imagine it an easy thing, to live up to. To defy.

❝ ... So you have. And you will wander, still, should you not leave this place. I speak, not out of ire, of wrath and hatred. Many, GODLING, and hero alike, do not escape this forest.

ㅤㅤㅤA harpy, upon you, is a mercy. What else dwells, will not be so kind. ❞

She wonders, in idle, his disposition. His place, his temperament. He could be fiery and foul, as some here, were known to be ; perhaps jovial and good-hearted, as others.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPerhaps, neither.

ㅤㅤ❝ ... I know the way ; out of this place. I travel it, so rarely, but I know. ❞

love a good plot but then there’s that one line that’s eh. anyways witness protection couple au. strangers, ex, etc etc. drama from the forced proximity, danger from witnessing something they shouldn’t have. etc etc

thane's love language is helping him maintain his dreads. thanks.

I wanna talk about aliens. I want to talk to Okarun! I want to talk to Ayase-san! I want to talk about ghosts!

Dandadan Episode 05 - Okarun & Momo + Mutual Pining

gonna go play in my carrd again then maybe icon a lil

"thanksmanyou'realifesaver."  words  hurtle  off  his  tongue  like  a  racecar  zipping  around  a  track——all  in  less  than  a  second,  a  picosecond,  actually.  "er,  i  mean,  thanks,  man.  i'll  be  sure  to  cherish  this  burger  that  could've  totally  saved  your  life. minus the pickles, can't eat those."  a  loose  grin  hangs  off  his  lips  before  hurrying  to  take  the  burger  in  question.  running  low  on  calories  ...  well,  that's  a  speedster's  personal  hell.  far  as  wally  knows,  though,  he  might've  had  it  the  worst.  it  earned  him,  at  one  point,  the  name  'kid  mouth'  rather  than  kid  flash.  least  that's  what  dick  loves  to  call  him  even  to  today.

plucking  the  top  bun  from  the  burger,  he  gently  flicks  the  pickles  off  onto  a  napkin  and  takes  his  first  bite.  ah!  delicious  calories.  exactly  what  every  growing  flash  needs—don't  fact-check  that.  you're  hearing  it  from  a  true  professional,  after  all.  right  now,  wally's  in  heaven  but  really  wondering  if  he's  got  enough  on  him  to  pick  up  a  nice  shake.  some  fries  too——oh,  and  one  of  those  little  wildcat  toys.

"so,  between  starving  to  death  and  crying,  what  exactly  is  there  to—"  a  light  burp.  "excuse  me,  uh,  what  exactly  is  there  to  do  around  here?  'm  a  bit  new  to  this  tourist  thing."  sort've.  long  as  the  words  stretched  a  bit. 

@amcssing asked → “ you gonna eat that? ” wally to mark / yeah im back again ( src. / accepting. )

Like in many such prior cases with many other individuals, Mark's first instinct is to just hand over the discarded half of his burger without any complaint.

That's not what he does, though. It's not like he was going to finish it either way, but his second and more important instinct is to be really annoying about the whole situation. There are some real desperate people out there who will only let go of their hard-earned food kicking and screaming—Mark just wants to go out being a little bit of an asshole about it.

"Sorry, I just ran outta all my money and this is the last good burger I'm ever gonna get," he lies. "I mean, I guess you can take it, but I'll just starve to death after. And cry. I'll cry an' I'll starve to death about it. Is that what you want? You want me to die? Wow. What a cruel and unjust world I live in."

He leans back in his seat, offering a look halfway between judging and amused. Then he shrugs, breaking out into a smile.

"Nah, you can have it."

@noatherics

big sister and little brother.

if there's any canon divergence on this blog it's that Martin tore Christopher Plover apart piece by piece. the end.

So what I'm learning is I need to deep-dive into their comics and story because the Flash is actually a ridiculously decent mentor by the looks of it.

i need to keep a little sticky on my desk that reminds me which muses are cheesy dumb flirts and which ones are clever they blur