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DARE MY WILD HEART
If you don't believe in even the possibility of magic, you will never ever find it.
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readytoflyThe entire world might not be in complete shambles, but the world that Anna could see definitely was. After they ran out of petrol somewhere near the coast, in the freezing winter weather and with no provisions or food or even a plan, she wondered what would get them first - the undead or the elements.
While the weather tried its best, the zombies certainly tried to stay in the competition. At some point, she got separated from Steph and Nick. Anna hoped they were still alive (she couldn't think otherwise, she couldn't let herself think she was alone in the world, even if she hadn't seen another living soul in weeks), but she knew she had to push on. That's how she managed to scrape by, raiding farmhouses for food and replacing her giant candy cane with a more seasonably inappropriate cricket bat. By mid-February she found herself to an abandoned RAF base and, through some frustrating trial and error, managed to get one of the radios working. Then she sent out a distress message, although it really didn't end up where she thought it would.
Maybe it was because she figured out how to use the system correctly. Or, maybe, it was an artifact of the fact that she had no idea what she was doing. Either way, the message pinged out into the wide universe, winding up a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, in the hands of a fellow resistance fighter.
At first, Anna was just relieved to grasp some kind of human connection, even if she had a hard enough time believing Finn's story as much as he probably had believing hers. But it was the first interaction she'd had with any being outside of the groans and grunts of the zombies who plagued her every time she left her shelter, and she was glad for it. And that was good enough, until, somehow, the undead got the message that there was fresh meat hiding out in the radio tower and began their own decent.
Which was the point where she asked for help.
Finn said a few days, but they passed by slowly and at this point, she isn't sure she'll survive the hour. She's been cornered up on the roof, bat in one hand and freezing wind whipping around her, with no means of escape than up. If Finn doesn't come through for her, Anna knows her number was up.
He's her only hope.
While the weather tried its best, the zombies certainly tried to stay in the competition. At some point, she got separated from Steph and Nick. Anna hoped they were still alive (she couldn't think otherwise, she couldn't let herself think she was alone in the world, even if she hadn't seen another living soul in weeks), but she knew she had to push on. That's how she managed to scrape by, raiding farmhouses for food and replacing her giant candy cane with a more seasonably inappropriate cricket bat. By mid-February she found herself to an abandoned RAF base and, through some frustrating trial and error, managed to get one of the radios working. Then she sent out a distress message, although it really didn't end up where she thought it would.
Maybe it was because she figured out how to use the system correctly. Or, maybe, it was an artifact of the fact that she had no idea what she was doing. Either way, the message pinged out into the wide universe, winding up a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, in the hands of a fellow resistance fighter.
At first, Anna was just relieved to grasp some kind of human connection, even if she had a hard enough time believing Finn's story as much as he probably had believing hers. But it was the first interaction she'd had with any being outside of the groans and grunts of the zombies who plagued her every time she left her shelter, and she was glad for it. And that was good enough, until, somehow, the undead got the message that there was fresh meat hiding out in the radio tower and began their own decent.
Which was the point where she asked for help.
Finn said a few days, but they passed by slowly and at this point, she isn't sure she'll survive the hour. She's been cornered up on the roof, bat in one hand and freezing wind whipping around her, with no means of escape than up. If Finn doesn't come through for her, Anna knows her number was up.
He's her only hope.
open smut meme
Aug. 3rd, 2019 08:05 pmthevulnerability |
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tv tropes open meme
May. 26th, 2019 06:09 pmthevulnerability |  |
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smut permissions;
Sep. 23rd, 2017 06:45 pmthevulnerabilityYes kinks are particular favorites.
Maybe means I'm open to it, but would require discussion first.
IC Limits are things the character would dislike, but I would enjoy playing out despite their distaste (and in some cases because of it).
OOC Limits are hard limits that I will refuse to play.
Hover over kinks marked ✰ to read a note.
Maybe means I'm open to it, but would require discussion first.
IC Limits are things the character would dislike, but I would enjoy playing out despite their distaste (and in some cases because of it).
OOC Limits are hard limits that I will refuse to play.
Hover over kinks marked ✰ to read a note.
YES | MAYBE | IC LIMIT | OOC LIMIT |
accidental stimulation adrenaline and crisis angst bad sex ✰ biting come marking/come play forbidden pleasures foreplay forced orgasm/orgasm denial masturbation oral sex pain (with pleasure) playing hard to get polysexuality public displays of affection restraints rough sex (quick/hate sex/etc) smarm threesomes UST |
aliens make them have sex/sex pollon/dub-con anal sex breathplay/choking ✰ begging or offering bonds (telepathic/empathic) cross-dressing |
anonymous sex asphyxiation BDSM ✰ body swap master/slave semi-consensual ownership violent and dark natures voyeurism |
animalistic aspects (tentacles, etc) beastiality blood-play inflation non-consensual scat underage vore watersports |
it's a love that you can't buy
Aug. 6th, 2017 04:32 pmthevulnerabilityChloe was pissed.
It was a general state of being for her, at least 50% of the time. When the other 50% wasn't a balance of elatedly happy or incredibly turned on, the rest of it was a general annoyance with existence of a man who had, by all intents and purposes, accidentally moved in with her.
It hadn't been an issue, really. They worked together every day, and some days it was easier for him to come home with her or vice-versa, especially if they wanted time together that didn't include dead bodies and paperwork. The nights Trixie was with Dan were usually the nights Chloe stayed at the penthouse, although Maze never complained about overnight babysitting. Still, Chloe wanted to be with her daughter and when the two nights a week with Lucifer turned to three, and then four, and then every single night, there was no getting around it.
If Lucifer was going to be a part of Chloe's life, Trixie came with the package.
It helped that Trixie adored Lucifer. It also helped that Maze adored Trixie, and made sure Lucifer knew as much. Lucifer wasn't the most touchy-feely adult in Trixie's life, and Chloe's hackles stayed up for the first few weeks, watching their interactions carefully. But she couldn't help the way her heart started to relax when Lucifer let Trixie mix the pancake batter Saturday mornings, even though she never got all the lumps out, or the way he would perch at the end of her bed and, in his soothing accent, read from one of Trixie's favorite books as Chloe leaned in the doorway, a smile playing across her face.
And after a while, for as strange and unconventional as their living situation was, it became their new normal. Most important of all, Trixie was happy, and that was what mattered to Chloe.
Unfortunately, sometimes she was too happy.
"Lucifer!" Chloe stormed into their bedroom, one hand clutching the clear takeaway container that was still smeared with the remains of chocolate icing. "I told you not to get her chocolate cake on the way home from school. How am I supposed to get her to eat dinner?"
It was a general state of being for her, at least 50% of the time. When the other 50% wasn't a balance of elatedly happy or incredibly turned on, the rest of it was a general annoyance with existence of a man who had, by all intents and purposes, accidentally moved in with her.
It hadn't been an issue, really. They worked together every day, and some days it was easier for him to come home with her or vice-versa, especially if they wanted time together that didn't include dead bodies and paperwork. The nights Trixie was with Dan were usually the nights Chloe stayed at the penthouse, although Maze never complained about overnight babysitting. Still, Chloe wanted to be with her daughter and when the two nights a week with Lucifer turned to three, and then four, and then every single night, there was no getting around it.
If Lucifer was going to be a part of Chloe's life, Trixie came with the package.
It helped that Trixie adored Lucifer. It also helped that Maze adored Trixie, and made sure Lucifer knew as much. Lucifer wasn't the most touchy-feely adult in Trixie's life, and Chloe's hackles stayed up for the first few weeks, watching their interactions carefully. But she couldn't help the way her heart started to relax when Lucifer let Trixie mix the pancake batter Saturday mornings, even though she never got all the lumps out, or the way he would perch at the end of her bed and, in his soothing accent, read from one of Trixie's favorite books as Chloe leaned in the doorway, a smile playing across her face.
And after a while, for as strange and unconventional as their living situation was, it became their new normal. Most important of all, Trixie was happy, and that was what mattered to Chloe.
Unfortunately, sometimes she was too happy.
"Lucifer!" Chloe stormed into their bedroom, one hand clutching the clear takeaway container that was still smeared with the remains of chocolate icing. "I told you not to get her chocolate cake on the way home from school. How am I supposed to get her to eat dinner?"
themuseSometimes in the spring, when the breeze is calm and the sun bakes her shoulders, she can almost pretend it's the New York it used to be.
She knows that isn't true; that the world has been the way it is now since before she can remember. She knows the stories her grandparents told her as a child, about the war and the heroes that rose and fell. That was long before she was old enough to understand that magic truly was only the thing of fairy tales, and the stories of heroes were wrought with suffering. It was before her mother had been slaughtered; before her father had crawled into the bottom of a bottle to find his grief; before her life became a quest for unsatisfied vengeance.
It was before the heroes that fell rose again and before her city became a war zone for an enemy only abated for the actions of a small group of people. The Battle of New York had changed the world for everyone, but for Kate Beckett it was just a reminder of how fragile life really was.
The city had largely recovered and people went back about their lives, not unlike they did after the endless tragedies that peppered human existence. It was Saturday, a rare day in the month when she was neither on duty nor on call, and she was going grocery shopping. The market she frequented seemed unusually busy, thanks to the temperate weather and the way spirits had risen since the events in Washington, DC. She paused briefly at a newsstand, her eyes running over the headlines.
CLEAN UP OF THE POTOMAC CONTINUES.
She didn't buy a newspaper.
After a few more short stops, Kate found her way to her favorite produce stand. The fruits and vegetables were shuffled down from upstate, and she enjoyed the feel of the soft, lumpy organic produce in her hands. She offered her typical smile of greeting to the woman who ran the stand before she started to peruse the options, debating what she felt like carrying back to her apartment. It was a nice change of pace to be here, instead of stuck behind her desk, and she was glad for the nice weather and pleasant sounds of the market around her. Kate was so lost in her thoughts she barely noticed the man she nearly bumped into as she moved towards a display of ripe plums.
She knows that isn't true; that the world has been the way it is now since before she can remember. She knows the stories her grandparents told her as a child, about the war and the heroes that rose and fell. That was long before she was old enough to understand that magic truly was only the thing of fairy tales, and the stories of heroes were wrought with suffering. It was before her mother had been slaughtered; before her father had crawled into the bottom of a bottle to find his grief; before her life became a quest for unsatisfied vengeance.
It was before the heroes that fell rose again and before her city became a war zone for an enemy only abated for the actions of a small group of people. The Battle of New York had changed the world for everyone, but for Kate Beckett it was just a reminder of how fragile life really was.
The city had largely recovered and people went back about their lives, not unlike they did after the endless tragedies that peppered human existence. It was Saturday, a rare day in the month when she was neither on duty nor on call, and she was going grocery shopping. The market she frequented seemed unusually busy, thanks to the temperate weather and the way spirits had risen since the events in Washington, DC. She paused briefly at a newsstand, her eyes running over the headlines.
CLEAN UP OF THE POTOMAC CONTINUES.
She didn't buy a newspaper.
After a few more short stops, Kate found her way to her favorite produce stand. The fruits and vegetables were shuffled down from upstate, and she enjoyed the feel of the soft, lumpy organic produce in her hands. She offered her typical smile of greeting to the woman who ran the stand before she started to peruse the options, debating what she felt like carrying back to her apartment. It was a nice change of pace to be here, instead of stuck behind her desk, and she was glad for the nice weather and pleasant sounds of the market around her. Kate was so lost in her thoughts she barely noticed the man she nearly bumped into as she moved towards a display of ripe plums.
First Contact {for greenstarshipping}
Apr. 26th, 2017 10:59 pmthegoodshepherdWhile life had certainly been worse for the Voyager crew in the last few months, it hadn't been quite this boring, either. Captain Janeway knew it was in bad taste to complain because it was far better for her crew to contend with mostly empty space punctuated by a few disinterested planets who seemed happy to give them safe passage in exchange for minding their own business. It didn't take long for them to get passed the few inhabited planets in the sector and within a couple weeks, they were well on their way to a week of boredom.
Harry managed to track down a few anomalies here and there, but Janeway was getting the impression he was looking for anything to keep them busy. So when he excitedly announced the appearance of a distress beacon on sensors, she couldn't help the roll of her eyes and give a knowing look towards Chakotay. It could have been anything, they knew, but she had Paris change course after it immediately. Even if it proved to be nothing, and took them off course by a couple hours, it was better than the nothing they had been biding their time with.
When freighter came up on sensors, Harry confirmed once again it was a distress call. Janeway stood up, smoothing out her uniform and telling Tuvok to scan the area before she asked Harry to open up a comm channel to the freighter.
"This is Captain Janeway of the starship Voyager," she announced, hoping whoever manned the freighter would be able to respond. "We received your distress beacon. Are you in need of assistance?"
Harry managed to track down a few anomalies here and there, but Janeway was getting the impression he was looking for anything to keep them busy. So when he excitedly announced the appearance of a distress beacon on sensors, she couldn't help the roll of her eyes and give a knowing look towards Chakotay. It could have been anything, they knew, but she had Paris change course after it immediately. Even if it proved to be nothing, and took them off course by a couple hours, it was better than the nothing they had been biding their time with.
When freighter came up on sensors, Harry confirmed once again it was a distress call. Janeway stood up, smoothing out her uniform and telling Tuvok to scan the area before she asked Harry to open up a comm channel to the freighter.
"This is Captain Janeway of the starship Voyager," she announced, hoping whoever manned the freighter would be able to respond. "We received your distress beacon. Are you in need of assistance?"
open smut/fluff post;
Jun. 11th, 2016 02:45 pmladybols |
| OPEN SMUT/FLUFF POST ❥ Comment with your character ❥ Request one of mine from this list (or I will choose one) ❥ Specify smut or fluff or both. Set up a scene or prompt (song lyrics, a photo, a quote, etc) or leave it for me to decide. { other wordly | visualosities | sensual gifs (nsfw) } ❥ Profit with love |
open to all;
Jun. 11th, 2016 02:25 pmthemuse |
| OPEN RP POST ✔ Comment with one of your muses. ✔ Choose one of my muses from this list! ✔ Set up a scene or prompt (song lyrics, a photo, a quote, etc) or leave it for me to decide. { plot punter | other wordly | visualosities } ✔ Profit! |
tfln tracker
Apr. 2nd, 2016 11:51 amtheconsequences🌛 TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT 🌜
» » » alex drake
❝ 3/18: I've started brushing my teeth at 6pm, because honestly alcohol is the only thing I consume after that.
❝ 4/2: He wanted a handjob during a John Wayne movie. I just couldn't find it in my heart to disrespect that man. John Wayne that is.
» » » claire dearing
👠 3/25: I feel like I could have been bitchier and missed an opportunity.
» » » kate beckett
☕ 3/25: Why make bad decisions when I can watch you?
» » » mack stuart
🎸 3/18//cont.: Let's play a little game called "Chill the Fuck Out" - you're our first contestant
🎸 3/18//cont.: I took your recycling out. The 9 champagne bottles, vodka bottle, and tequila bottle is how I knew it was yours.
🎸 3/26//cont.: I rewarded myself with Taco Bell tonight for going a full week without punching my roommates in the face or wishing bodily harm on them.
🎸 4/1: Don't ask me how, but I have a squirrel in my backpack and I don't know what to do with it.
» » » tony stark
⛛ 7/9: she pointed to my dick and said you are going to save the world
