#protectxthem

[savingthrcw]

@protectxthem asked for a Lucy starter - Maximus

"Max!" They had been reunited, finally, and she couldn't imagine watching him get hurt again, which was why she got between herself and the raider and got stabbed with a crowbar. But at least Maximus would have the chance to fight back now, and take out the enemy - and if there was no stimpack to be found in the crates around them, then at least she had saved him. Dropping on the ground, she pushed herself out of the way and then waited for him, this time not daring to pull the weapon out until she knew if there were medical supplies around.

#we already have a happy one so I gave you a hurt/fluff one because obviously she won't die #lucy closed starter; #lucy thread; #show: fallout #protectxthem #muse: lucy

[galaeus]

@protectxthem / [ clean ] sender cleans blood off of receiver's body (From Coop)

That usual light in her eyes has somewhat dulled. She's aware of the dangers the wasteland. Creatures, mutants, the whole nine yards -- figures it's people that you have to be afraid of most. Where she's typically a chatterbox in his presence, she hasn't said a word in the last hour.

The events of the attack are a haze. It's her fault that she walked off, curiosity grabbing her by the throat -- until someone actually did. A rogue raider looking for a quick meal, a bite of anything to hold him over, and she just happened to be there. She was lucky Cooper was so quick to find her outside, or else--

Or else she doesn't know what would've happened; a lie she tells herself when she knows damn well where it was going.

Echo can feel the motion of the rag as he wipes the blood off of her cheek, but she doesn't wince. Doesn't grimace. Hell, she doesn't do a damn thing. She's trapped somewhere between the infinite of a memory and a dark place.

"Am I gonna get that desperate one day?" she eventually murmurs to him, sullen. Monotone. She remains staring at the floor below. "Turn into someone I don't recognize and just... hurt innocent strangers I don't know?"

#protectxthem #v; fallout #d #jazz hands on aisle angst

[madderbythesecond]

Starter for Protectxthem's Jacob Frye

Annabelle wiped her tear filled eyes with her coat sleeve as she moved quickly away from her father's bar and into the streets of Whitechapel. Passerby gave her sympathy looks as she passed them. Her split lip and bruises made it oblivious that the young woman had fought with her father again. Practically everyone in the district knew about Annabelle's problems with her father and of the man's intent to marry her away to a man she knew would make her miserable. She tried to move away faster, but found herself colliding a few steps away from the door into a man.

"I'm so sorry, sir." She said, trying not to look at the man and praying he wouldn't notice her injuries.

@protectxthem

#protectxthem #tw: abuse

[armageddonpitchman]

@protectxthem sent: [ INTENT ] sender leans their forehead against receiver’s (Sole Survivor/Nate)

He had heard Nate's squad had made it back from the front lines and Cooper made his way through the men trying to find him, "Nate? Nate!" He let out a sigh of relief as he saw him, grabbing his wrist he pulled him away from the crowd, pulling him into a nearby storage area, he pulled him close, pressing his forehead against his. "Fuck, Nate. . .I was so scared when I heard. . ."

#protectxthem #them on the front line in alaska? #cooper x sole survivor

[aerospectrum]

starter for @protectxthem slightly based off this

“Yeah, well, for what it’s worth, the feeling’s mutual, Lucifer..”

When Lucifer says something that feels like it tears through seven layers of repressed trauma all at once all Jamie can do is usher a harsh “Fuck you.” and leave without resolving the argument.

His anger clouds his better judgment and he enters a place in his mind that mirrors his surroundings; it’s a bit desolate and way too loud to be a place any sane person would actually enjoy wallowing in. He brushes against someone who reacts by shoving him backwards into an even more solid body. This is one predicament that really isn’t his fault, it’s just a wrong time wrong place type of thing. The men recognize him and one of them grips him by the collar of his blue coat and pulls him up against themselves. He swallows down fear and keeps eye contact, but adrenaline from his fight with Lucifer is still running loose in his veins and the “Get your fucking hands off me, asshole.” Escapes his mouth no quicker than his immediate regret sinks in. 

The back alley smells like trash and stale rain water and he feels like a dog being dragged into it by the nape of his neck. The burlier guy whips him around by the fabric of his coat like a rag doll and the space between Jamie’s shoulders collides with the corner of a dumpster. He groans in pain, but he’s used to worse. “I didn’t mean anything by it—,” he can’t talk himself out of the insult fast enough, but he makes an abrupt gesture of innocence by raising his palms towards them and feels his feet leave the ground. The world spins on itself and the wind in every little pocket of his lungs is forced out leaving him breathless and unable to inhale as he stares up at them. One kicks him in the side of the head and he feels it radiate down the side of his jaw while the other gets a few sucker punches in while he’s still down. 

There’s racket near one of the back doors and they both take off running, leaving Jamie to gather his senses and try to make any sort of sense of what just happened. How does one get beat up at 5pm on a Thursday just from bumping shoulders incorrectly? 

He’s halfway home when the universe turns its back on him even further. There’s an immediate downpour, sheets of cold water rain down and soak Jamie in a way that makes him look even more pathetic than he already feels. “Please tell me things can’t get any worse than this.” He spits the plea out between cracks of thunder. But they can, they always can. He knows this only because he spots Lucifer coming around the corner of the empty office buildings and he has no other choice but to tuck his head downwards and keep walking as if he doesn’t see him. 

#protectxthem #c; lucifer #c; jamie (the outcast son) #c; jamie

[novinare]

☎️ (Gil and Greggo <3)

SEND ☎️ AND I WILL TELL YOU... || @protectxthem

Gil's ringtone is : The 'Science Love Song'! He knows it makes Gil roll his eyes, but Greg knows he's secretly trying not to laugh!

'Cause you're like that angle Acute, and your smart Your lab coat and goggles Go straight to my heart Except that's a lie 'Cause the heart doesn't feel When it comes to love the brain seals the deal!

#. greg sanders #protectxthem #( oh the geeky love! )

[butnobodyhome]

@protectxthem liked (x)

This wasn’t the first time that Anna had been struck with this highly specific phobia. It always ended up being entirely her imagination and anxiety mixed up with a bad trip, but she was too fucked up to be logical about it. So she was hiding in her closet, phone clenched in her hand as she dialed a number. House had brushed off her fears because she was just high and there weren’t a lot of other people she trusted to be discreet.

“Please pick up,” she whispered as the phone rang.

#protectxthem #( v. fallout ) #kept it vague since you have a couple of prewar muses

[amused-bouche]

@protectxthem

Shifting hurt, but something told Dani that whatever that creature was, it would hurt her worse. She had only barely escaped it's grasp by shifting into her smaller framed female form.

Sure, her legs were shorter, but she was more agile and could fit into much tighter spaces to get as far from that thing as possible.

She hastily wiped the blood from the corners of her eyes, ignoring the nose bleed altogether. Her whole body ached after a shift, but still, she pushed through on pure adrenaline.

"SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THAT THING!?" Of course she was yelling into the void at no one in particular but herself. She must have looked crazy running down the middle of the street, her punkish looks not helping, but she hoped any car that would come her way could slow that thing down.

She looked back only for a moment to see it was gaining on her.

"FUCK!"

#protectxthem #jacob #jez #dani #tw: blood #tw: injury

[timeguardians]

@protectxthem

A wearied gaze is cast towards the twinkling landscape of Gotham in the distance. From this vantage point, it almost appeared tranquil, heavenly. She moves carefully into place, dropping more decidedly beside the seemingly tired man. "Oh, and here I was, thinking we had our butts handed to us." She bemusedly remarks. "That is, until you showed up." She'd NEVER been more grateful to see her suit-winged companion.

Diana's hand gingerly curls about his shoulder in a display of solidarity for a moment. "But I'll take the victory with you." She moves a little closer to him, her hand tenderly moves to lift and turn his chin, so that he may face her. Peering into his gaze, she finds herself smiling. Although gifting compliments didn't come easy since Steve Trevor's death, she manages. "You were-- incredible out there." There's a quieted impulse. One that encouraged her to kiss him but Diana hesitates. Instead, she runs the pad of her thumb gingerly along his incredible jaw.

"Is it the quietude that brings you up here?" Diana softly murmurs.

#protectxthem #muse: Diana Prince #Diana Prince X Bruce Wayne #can you exchange one queue for another

[savingthrcw]

@protectxthem asked for a Janey starter (writing it for the Ghoul)

It was a trap like any other, on a shitty day like any other. Janey, now Coop, had let herself get captured so that her raiders could, well, raid the bounty hunter's home and get back what she wanted, and she was playing compliant, pretending that all the blood in her clothes was hers while he bragged about getting the leader of the group. She leaned against the counter of the shady bar where most of the transaction - collecting bounties, selling slaves - happened, trying to look defeated instead of bored like she was, eyes scanning the room for dangers. The only noteworthy person was a Ghoul who had clearly seen battle, the others could be taken out with one of the near jugs.

"Now hold on, it ain't just the reward for Coop that I want. Do you know who this is?" the bounty hunter took a piece of paper out of his pocket and got her attention, "Now I don't know who put this up in Filly, but somebody has been looking for her for about twenty years! Here you go. Janey Howard, a thousand bottlecaps." Shit. Janey straightened up, feeling a very familiar rage when the jackass used her real name. Definitely about to get his throat cut by a jug.

#because HER DADDY HEARING THIS #janey thread; #janey closed starter; #muse: janey #show: fallout #protectxthem

[galaeus]

@protectxthem / ❛   hunger .  give  my muse something  to  eat. (From Coop)

So maybe a bender wasn't the smartest idea. The high that comes with intoxication is slowly but surely fading, leaving her to her reality at hand: that, so long as Cooper is around, she isn't going to get away with things. It used to be so easy to slip through the cracks with the other bodyguards before him -- there one minute and gone the next, Echo had perfected slipping from the exit to run away from things as stuffy as a gala to end up... well, here.

She never said she wasn't above clubbing.

"Did you seriously go through a drive-through before finding me?" she quips, speech still a bit slurred. She reaches for the fast food burger, observing it keenly. "Did you do this for senators and shit when you actually had a real threat to protect, or what?"

#au: modern #protectxthem #d #mmmm i am SO HYPE FOR THIS AU

[gracecalled]

[ COVER ]:     while hiding from persecutors, sender pushes the receiver against a wall and uses their body to hide the receiver’s face from view. (From Ethan) @protectxthem

"So is this a thing for you? Grabbing women like this?" Grace joked as Ethan pinned her to the wall.

"Miss me?"

#protectxthem #🧥╰‘𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 › answered

[landofgodsxmonsters]

|| CLOSED || Sally & Poseidon ||

bc @protectxthem keeps saying I can harass his muses with my AU characters

EDIT: HERE I WAS WAITING FOR A REPLY AND I FORGOT TO POST IT 😭

“What on earth possessed you to bring your wife to Percy's birthday dinner, Poseidon?” Really she wouldn't be so upset if she wasn't so afraid of the possibility that Amphitrite might realize who she was, had Poseidon figured it out somehow? Was that why he brought her? “The presence of one god causes enough attention from that world.”

#this can either be post pjo or post hoo #your choice #c; Metis | v; Sally Jackson #protectxthem #protectxthem; Poseidon #also my brain is mushy and I can barely keep my eyes open so if this is slightly incoherent just leave it be and I'll probably fix it when #I wake up but I think it's okay?

[walkswastes]

☢ ╼ LUCY MACLEAN & MAXIMUS FT. @protectxthem

only mutuals may interact & reblog.

#protectxthem #☢ ╼ okey dokey ( lucy maclean )

[thedoctorsaysimwrong]

@protectxthem ( crowley ) said: Good thing you're dramatic enough for the three of us.

e x c u s e y o u???!

#protectxthem #( he's almost offended xDDD crowley plz ) #( commentary. )

[novinare]

☎️ (Bren and Bobby :D)

SEND ☎️ AND I WILL TELL YOU... || @protectxthem

Bobby's ringtone is : The Indiana Jones theme. Bren isn't out yet, especially to his family, and they wouldn't think twice about his ringtone. What they don't know is that 'Raiders of the Lost Ark' was the first movie Bren and Bobby watched together!

#. brendan wilson #protectxthem #( these two are just adorable ) #( SO adorable! )