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i wanted a fresh start, so i moved to @nostlgic.

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einherjcr​.​

“IT  WORRIES  ME,  that  you  are  leaving.”     right  now,  brunnhilde  has  no  issues  on  speaking  her  mind.     she’s  seen  his  suffering,  up  close.     how  fate  tore  him  apart,  and  stitched  him  back  together  after  the  final  battle.     in  her  own,  strange  way,  she  is  concerned.     “if  your  heart  surrenders,  you  will  need  me  to  hold.”     she  holds  pride  on  being  the  new  king  of  asgard,  but  her  heart  and  fears  are  somewhere  else.

the last thing thor wanted was to worry her, but they both knew why he couldn’t stay. staring down at her now, the god gives a small smile, somewhat satisfied with how they have grown to care for each other since their start. ‘i have every faith in you and your ability to take care of the asgardians,’ large hand reaches up to take hold of her petite one. ‘as for my heart- it will stay here with all of you,’

#einherjcr #thor odinson. #queue.

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meddled​.

            cinderella sighed, trying to find the right words of the feelings that were arising. “ people are just treating me different - like i’m breakable. ”

‘hm,’ prince ponders this for a moment. ‘then we will have to make it known that, just because you’re a princess, doesn’t mean you’re helpless,’

#meddled #prince christopher. #dynamic. christopher and cinderella. #queue.

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theseancekid​.

     “Wow, look at you, Mr. Ace Detective!” His sarcasm is undermined by the wheezy breaths that slip past his lips, the shuttering inhale shaking his body despite his every attempt to hide it. He’s been stuck in No Man’s Land for hours now— not high enough to fend off the hoards of lingering spirits that follow his pal around, but still too high to focus on hiding his clear agitation. 

     Bloodshot eyes sweep across the dingy motel room, jittery muscles wincing slightly as some poor bloody bastard begins to scream words that Sam will never hear. 

     “I just…I’m sorry, it’s just…it’s so loud in here.” 

he’s tried his best to keep klaus comfortable, but sam still could never know what it was like to live every day with constant noise all around you. klaus had a right to snap, and sam refused to take it personally. instead, he sits across from his friend, watching the seance twitch and tremble against whatever weeping and wailing filled the room that, to sam, remained deathly quiet. ‘you don’t have to apologize,’ though his words are quiet, they’re firm. ‘i know it’s hard for you- hard on you- and i’m still looking for ways to help,’ so far, sam’s search has come up empty, but he wouldn’t stop trying. ‘i can leave for awhile, if that would help. or we... could go somewhere. uh, somewhere louder then- then the spirits are,’ if that’s possible. ‘whatever you need, we’ll do,’

#:') he cares about him So Much #sam winchester. #queue.

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shoreabove​.

                       eyes are focused on her own reflection, pink gloss shining against her lips as she runs a hand through toussled blonde hair. ( she’s content to stay like this for hours, honestly, until an unwelcomed anomaly swoops in from the right. ) groaning, sharpay turns, lips pursed in a frown as her brows crease with anger. ❛ —- um, personal space, much? ❜ she starts, stepping back to physically put distance between herself and bender. ❛ aren’t you supposed to be out defacing public property somewhere? i rarely see you in school. ❜ a beat, her arms folding. ❛ i like it better that way. ❜

put john bender on the honor role, ladies and gentleman- he actually showed up today! only to get away from home, of course. sometimes the rebel needed a break from the boozy scent of his parents. catching sharpay ogle herself in the compact mirror, john stepped up to see, simply, how mad he could make her on this fine afternoon. ‘i dunno if you know this, blondie, but your face hasn’t changed since the last time you were were sizing yourself up in that thing,’ omnipresent smirk touches lips, the boy leaning against the lockers with gloved hands deep in his pockets. ‘ouch, so harsh. you kiss your brother with that mouth?’ shit eating grin ensues. ‘shouldn’t you be paying off your teachers in class right now?’

#shoreabove #i'm CACKLING #what a duo #john bender. #queue.

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sharpestpetals​.

“No, can’t say I have.” A brow is raised at the other, for the first time in a while since taking on her job, Lily’s a little stunned. In her line of work, she’s met witches, trolls, giants, vampyres, demons and ghouls the likes of which belonged in nightmares, but she’s never seen a walking, talking, six foot tall flaunting rabbit. “Where’d you come from, if you don’t mind me asking?”

‘ah, well- that’s a bit of’a long story,’ one he wouldn’t get into just yet. ‘what i’ll say is that i live in a sort’ve paradise deep under austrailia- accent makes sense now, doesn’t it?’ he gives a wink down to lily. ‘m’usually travelin’ around with th’guardians, though. we’ve got plenty’a work t’do back home, but evil’s not gonna fight itself,’ a small tilt of his head. ‘sure you know that better than most,’

#sharpestpetals #e. aster bunnymund. #queue.

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unecrth​.

               ❝ nothing proper. ❞   someone else might run to the police,  something klaus has said he’s already done.   hell,  they may not have pursued him for answers at all.   now ghanima is involved and with that comes results,  even if her methods aren’t necessarily legal.   ❝ the police will come,  eventually,  but you said you had sisters.   are they with olaf now or is there somewhere we need to go to get them? ❞   he’s an intelligent boy.   she’s sure he realizes he fully intends to face olaf and police involvement will come after she handles him ( here,  the words ‘handles him’ could be easily replaced with deals with him with extreme violence or even murders him,  should things come to that ).

lips purse in consideration. he could only imagine what was going to happen when this ( supposed ) librarian got a hold of the baudelaire’s guardian. ‘before i... snuck out of the window- my sisters were trying to finish the ridiculous and impossible list of chores olaf gives us,’ it’s more like child labor than tasks around the house. ‘count olaf and his..’ goons? henchman? ‘acting troop will most likely be... rehearsing in the front room,’ a pause. ‘i could get my sisters out the same way i came down- if there’s going to be a big scene,’ klaus had no intention of stopping ghanima, nor getting in her way. all he wanted was for him, violet, and sunny to be safe.

#unecrth #klaus baudelaire. #queue

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moonswove​.

❝   luna  -    ❞       a  half  smile  on  his  face  as  he  waits,   arms  folded  and  endless  patience  finally  rewarded  as  she  looks  up.    he  hadn’t  minded,  he  hadn’t  been  in  a  hurry,  but  he’s  glad  to   have  finally  got  get  attention.    ❝    no  they  haven’t.  but  uhh  -  thanks  ?   ❞      he  could  always  count  on  luna  to  come  out  with  the  last thing  he  was  expecting.   ❝   good  to  know  there  isn’t  any  holes  I  wasn’t  aware  of  in  me.   should  I  stay  still  then ?   ❞

grin remains thoughtful, crystal eyes secure on the hufflepuff as luna gives a hum. ‘you are definitely the least holey person i’ve met,’ she confirms, and means it genuinely. with her attention now firmly on cedric, luna’s head tilts in curiosity. ‘can i help you with something, cedric? you look as if you might have a question to ask,’ luna’s grin grows encouraging. ‘no promises that i’ll have the answer, a’course, but i’ll try my best,’

#moonswove #luna lovegood. #queue.

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unecrth​.

she didn’t want to assume that because they’re working together,  he would want to perform together,  in front of a live audience.   it’s one thing to be in a studio together but another to think he would want to put together an entire concert with her.   gaea is fortunate to have this …    just like she is that he feels comfortable enough to touch her,  her hands almost dropping her bundle of hair before she plucks up another pen and jabs it in to keep it in place.   ❝ i suppose we do, ❞  she replies,  flustered ( hoping ).   ❝ this really has been easy.   easier than i’ve been told it should be. ❞

‘definitely easier than any collab i’ve done before,’ with how long of a music career he’s had, jon’s had plenty of proper duets with musicians across all genres. some went well, some went terribly. singing and creating with gaea, however, remained an entirely different experience. ‘i’m glad you accepted my offer,’ jonny says after a moment. ‘wasn’t sure if you be interested,’

#unecrth #jonathan grady. #dynamic. jonny and gaea. #queue.

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boundedbygrief​.

          if anyone understood not being able to let things go, it would be jim. especially when it had to do with cases, personal cases. he’s heard of felix and the murder of his family, he’d be surprised to hear of someone who hasn’t heard of that case. it’s a older case but jim can only imagine how fresh it might feel in the detective’s mind. however, he did not anticipate the detective coming to him. “you want my help on this?”

ten years on the case, and not once has felix asked for help. the local police had given up on it long ago, and truth be told, the detective trusted no one enough to let them in on it. that sentiment changed enough to reach out to jim gordon, a man he hadn’t contacted in a handful of years. ‘yeah, i do,’ he confirms, standing opposite gordon in his office. gaze is yellowed from booze and bloodshot from lack of rest. ‘i think i finally got a lead, but i...’ can’t do it alone, anymore. ‘i need some assistance,’

#boundedbygrief #i'm so stoked uwu #felix york. #queue.

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unecrth​.

she can tell he truly means it.   not that valentine is something of a liar.   he’s actually quite transparent and especially after showing her the room dedicated to her,  since they truly started.   gaea smiles,  cupping his face and caressing the skin beneath his eyes.   of course would be thanking her,  like done something other than be loved by him.   though supposes did take chance in letting around daughter and not just that but stay with them as well.   ❝ you’re welcome, ❞  she says,  instead of her usual deflecting.   ❝ thank you for letting us feel that adoration.   and being so good with her.   and just …   just being good. ❞   leaning down to kiss him,  it’s not as chaste as it could be,  the woman pouring all the emotions suddenly flooding her into the contact.

val takes the kiss with glee, wrapping long arms tight around gaea’s frame. lips move lovingly against her own, action that much more proof of his affection. pleasant hum escapes the being as he pulls away, corners of eyes and lips crinkling as valentine grins. ‘this was definitely worth taking a break from packing,’ pale fingers lift to brush a lock of hair from gaea’s temple. ‘but if we ever want to leave, i suggest we get back to it sooner rather than later,’ a pause. ‘we can always pick this back up when we land in paris,’

#unecrth #valentine hearst. #dynamic. val and gaea. #queue.

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meddled​.

           clover rolled their eyes. greyson is always so surly in the morning for no good reason at all. a frown quirked onto clover’s features , “ were you just planning to live off of a cuppa coffee ? seems like a bad start to the day. ” there’s a slight tsk to their words before they broke out into a smile at the mention of waffles. “ waffles it is ! we have a winner. ” throwing a few onto a green plate and passing the syrup nearer greyson. 

unable to comprehend anything except irritation this early in the morning, greyson often found themselves snapping at those around them without truly meaning to. ‘well yeah,’ is their gruff response, greyson taking a sip from their i hate mornings mug for emphasis. their face seems to unscrunch a tiny bit when the waffles land in front of them, and a grumpy thanks is given before greyson smothers the breakfast food in sweet, sticky syrup. ‘why’re you so chipper this morning, anyway?’ as if clover or any of the others needed an excuse. they were almost always some kind of happy. it made greyson ill.

#meddled #greyson crank. #dynamic. greyson and clover. #queue.

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unecrth​.

               ❝ i’m not worried about that right now, ❞  she tells him as she sits,  arms crossed and laid on top of the table.  poor manners,  definitely,  but gaea has always been more relaxed than her father had ever wanted her to be.   no,  leftovers and cleaning up aren’t on her mind,  as she hear mr. poe pull himself together enough to leave her home.   what is are the children in front of her,  eating with such vigor that she knows they’ve been malnourished.   ❝ after you’ve all been here for a while and you’re more comfortable, ❞  she begins,  ❝ and we know where we stand and what works,  i’d like for you all to tell me everything.  what you’ve been through.   what’s happened.   what count olaf has done.   i’ve followed in the newspaper and i know adults haven’t seemed to be on your side.   but i am.   and i’m going to do everything in my power to give you the home you deserve,  even if it’s not the home you want. ❞   because that one was burned down,  along with their parents.

he isn’t used to adults wanting to listen to them. it’s as if the baudelaire children no longer mattered after their parents died. glancing at violet, klaus slowly brings another bite of food to his mouth, secretly savoring the taste, in case he didn’t get any more later. ‘i think i speak for all of us when i say how grateful we are. for all of this,’ the sentiment sounds half hearted, because despite how much klaus wants to trust gaea, he has little value in the words of grown ups, these days. passing another cracker to sunny, klaus finds it hard to look the woman in the eyes. ‘if you don’t mind me asking... how did you know our parents?’

#unecrth #klaus baudelaire. #queue.

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wldbirds​.

𝙵𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 , 𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝙷𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙾𝚆𝚂 𝚄𝙿 𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙳𝚂 .  anya isn’t sure what else he expects her to say , and she certainly doesn’t like his tone as … difficult as this situation is .  “  –  YOU’RE THE ONE WHO’S SUPPOSED TO HAVE A PLAN ! “

‘me? why me?’ nevermind the fact that he’s the one who put this whole crusade together. panicked hands run over dimitri’s features. ‘okay, alright. we need to stay calm, or we’re never gonna get out’ve this,’

#wldbirds #dimitri. #queue.

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unecrth​.

               ❝ this graveyard feels especially dead tonight,  my dear. ❞   with her husband at her side and the tombstones of those passed ( but still lingering ) surrounding them,  she has to agree:  there’s no better way to spend this cloudy day.   hands folded in her lap,  morticia glances at the basket before looking at him.   ❝ what have you prepared for us,  gomez?   and please tell me you brought the arsenic. ❞    what picnic would be complete without her favorite condiment!   despite making a recipe for cupcakes all her own,  no one on the pta would allow the other parents or children to partake.   more for wednesday,  she supposed.   and bringing them back home,  they were absolutely demolished.

‘how could i forget?’ from the depths of the basket, gomez pulls a tall bottle, liquid half full swishing within. passing it along, he also reveals a glass jug of absinthe, as well as some questionable looking food that lurch had prepared for them. ‘a beautiful night, with the love of my life, surrounded by the souls of our ancestors,’ as if on que, a moaning gust of wind followed his words. gomez sighed, holding out the absinthe. ‘shall we begin with a drink, mon cher?’

#unecrth #gomez addams. #dynamic. gomez and morticia. #queue.

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multipls​.

>   >   >   ❝   YOU   KNOW   I   THINK   I’M   CALLING   IT   QUITS   FOR   TONIGHT.   ❞      the   kindness   of   his   friend   was   well   of   course   (   KIND   )   but   ralph   couldn’t   help   but   feel   like   he’s   lost   his   spark   ,  ,   playing   for   empty   rooms   only   does   so   much   to   motivate   you   ,   ,   ❝   did   you   eat   yet   ?   ?   i   was   thinking   about   getting   PIZZA   at   RIZZOS   ❞

stomach growls lowly in response. ‘hm... must’ve forgotten to eat lunch,’ another gurgle. ‘i’ll tag along. pizza will do me good, right about now,’ paying for the drink he had only sipped at, kermit turns toward the door. ‘you really did sound great, ralph,’

#multipls #kermit the frog. #queue.

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unecrth​.

the idea of having his back to this kid doesn’t sit right with him.   he knows something about the long game.   even with all this southern hospitality,  aramis hasn’t survived ( and run free ) this long without being cautious.   still,  he inclines his head in thanks before stepping into the church.   he noticed the lack of life in the town.   at this point,  he may just be intrigued at the mystery.   and despite the blood on his hands,  he’s not a bad man.   and he has a bad feeling.   maybe,  he thinks,  as he eyes the stained windows,  it’s because he’s never been a church - goer.

‘you’re lookin’ a little uneasy, mister,’ door slams behind them, echo a soundtrack behind the seeimingly innocent observation. atticus’s features remain light, hands finding the pockets of his jeans. ‘i’m assumin’ y’ain’t the faithful type,’ the ones that travel into town are usually sinners, so the boy wouldn’t be surprised.

#unecrth #atticus sinclair. #queue.