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myhiraeth · 11 months
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Tell me about the people your character would lay their own lives down for. (Do it for everyone)
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Louis - Octavia Blake. Jonas Agallon. Honestly if the situation were right, he’d do it for just about anyone- he thinks himself infallible and he knows he can take a hit and take the pain and he’d rather do that than let someone else do it. So if push came to shove and it came down to Louis or someone else, he’ll always throw himself on that sword, not because he’s gallant or brave or noble like that, but because he thinks it won’t kill him. 
Styxx - His twin. His wife Bethany. His mentor/father figure Galen. Any member of Galen’s family. Any innocent person caught in chaos. For my Styxx specifically: Octavia Blake. Honey Lemon. Liesel Ivanov. John Mbege. He would specifically like it noted that he would NOT risk his life for Louis because Louis is a “reckless, thoughtless scamp” who probably ran headfirst into said danger and it’s not his job to babysit idiots. 
Cerci - Here’s the thing: there’s two but they’re different vibes. Nicklas Willams she’d risk her life for, but it would be calculated and if she didn’t have good odds of surviving, she’d find another way to save him that had a higher probability of actually saving him. Stefan Ivanov she would risk her life for but it would be more emotion-driven and less well-calculated; she would react to his danger with her heart instead of her head which is lovely, but also isn’t exactly where she makes the best tactical decisions.
Mbege - John Murphy. Easy, simple, singular. 
Fox - John Murphy. Bellamy Blake. Nicklas Willams. Octavia Blake. Vigilaent’s Gar 
Dick - Literally anyone. Dick is a hero at his core and he’ll always put himself between someone else and danger. 
Jason - Any of the batfam except maybe Bruce, but he’ll never admit it out loud. My Jason specifically would also risk his life for his girlfriend Liesel Ivanov and if the situation were totally and completely forced- her brother Stefan because he’s important to Liesel. Also specific to my Jason is vigilaent’s Gar but he says the why isn’t any of anyone’s business. He just would. 
Blaise- No one. Not a soul. Y’all on your own. 
Gina - Any of the delinquents. Bellamy but not in a dramatic announced sort of way, more in a split second decision type of way such as trying to push him out of the way of a bullet/arrow/explosion/etc. Also same for Raven and Clarke. 
@headstrongblake @noblehcart @starlightfreed @vigilaent @thenightmareofyourdrems @heroach
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headstrongblake · 11 months
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“  don’t bury your feelings.  sadness.  hurt.  rage.  feel it.  acknowledge it so you can decide what you want to do with it.  not what it will do to you. ” / @chcmpgneprcblems​
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        an incredulous laugh comes forth,   “ really cor, that sounds great and all, but, i don’t have time for that. ”   it’s not that cormac is wrong at all, by all accounts he’s actually hitting the nail on its head but, her statement still stands. octavia blake simply has no time to worry about atom and whether or not he’s actually going to step up to be a father to isabella. he hadn’t been there for most of the pregnancy, or isabella’s birth, so octavia had no reason to believe he’d be involved at all. octavia lulled her head towards cormac, shrugging her shoulders with a look of acceptance. what else was she supposed to do? she’d already had gone to see him, already had called enough to fill his voicemail. if he didn’t want to be apart, at the end of that day that was on him. kinda.
      “ seriously, look into my eyes, i’m not sad, not hurt, don’t have any rage. just tired. ”   she said giving him a knowing look because isabella had been keeping both octavia and her roommate awake for weeks. perhaps if octavia said it enough times, that she wasn’t sad that izzy wouldn’t have a dad, or she wasn’t mad that atom was off living life at university when she had switched to online school then eventually even she’d believe it. for now, she’d settle on cor believing her. 
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yourethebeeskneez · 2 years
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Roy leaned against the wall, half asleep with his hat pulled over his eyes. Lian sat far too patiently beside him, happily coloring a picture that she was planning to give to Maya. He wasn’t entirely sure what their relationship was, Maya spent most nights with him, whether the whole night or just a few hours, in his already too cramped apartment. Their lack of a label didn’t bother him and Lian didn’t seem to notice or care that anything had changed so he wasn’t all that worried about it. His current worry was actually smoking, even in his half asleep state the need was prevalent in his mind, so blinding at this point that he was debating having Lian sit with a police officer just so he could step outside. Imagine having her tell that story to Oliver ‘fuck the police’ Queen, she would too, the very second Ollie called because she’s a little shit like that. He loves her, more than anything else in the world, but damn she was such a pain in his ass. Karma at its finest was what she was. “Lian, baby, I’ll give you everything in my pocket if you go bang on that gate and scream for Maya.” 
Lian looked up from where she was coloring on the stairs, eyeing him before looking at his pants, “what do you have?” 
Roy rolled his eyes and pushed his hat back, reaching around in his pocket to grab everything before putting it in front of her. “Let’s see, a twenty dollar bill,” that was definitely going to be stolen back out of her piggy bank once she went to sleep, “half a pack of skittles, an arrow head, barbie’s shoe, your lip gloss that you made me bring, your earring.” 
The four year old stared at the items in front of her for a few minutes before nodding and walking over to the gate, tentatively kicking it before, nodding and repeating the action several more times and screaming for Maya. The shriek caused him to wince, along with several police officers who were now all staring, Roy laugh and shrugged them off, offering a soft “kids,” and a shrug before holding out his hand to drop the items into Lian’s two tiny outstretched hands. “Good job baby, if she doesn’t come now we’re just breaking in. Texting didn’t work. Screaming is step two. Then we break in.” 
@chcmpgneprcblems 
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battlehymnns · 2 years
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@chcmpgneprcblems​ said ‘  Kiss me ‘ 
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she’s a tiny thing, breakable even. and yet she stands there with the full force of someone who knows exactly what they’re doing. all fire and brimstone, daring him to bend his head and take her as his own. and he can’t help it - he’s intrigued. he finds that he wants her - wants this. he has been feeling this way towards her for weeks and beating down the feeling, swearing that it was nothing. and now that she is here asking for him he cannot help but dip his head, press his lips gently to hers as his hand cups her face. when he pulls away he is grinning ear to ear, ‘was that good enough for you?’ 
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bluepuff · 2 years
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@chcmpgneprcblems​ asked: "Save all your dirtiest jokes for me" from cormac
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“sorry to disappoint you but i don’t really know any dirty jokes.” even if she did, bubbles would be too embarrassed to say it out loud to anyone. “how about i save you all my funniest jokes? i like to think that they’re funny, at least.” that was the most bubbles could really promise. 
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shesdaylight-arch · 2 years
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"my cheeks are growing tired from turning red and faking smiles.”  // @chcmpgneprcblems + red taylor’s version sc.  + cormac!
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chcmpgneprcblems · 2 years
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“H E R O E S dont exist. And if they did,
I    W O U L D N T    B E    O N E”
**Independent, Semi Selective, Cormac McLaggen. Highly Headcannon based and crossover friendly. found on @chcmpgneprcblems Loved by Rach.   Promo Credit: @emmacommissions
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myhiraeth · 11 months
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@chcmpgneprcblems sent: “When I said scars are kinda sexy, I didn’t mean you should get one right away…” - jonas
“Ohhhh,” he drawled. “You see, you really need to be more specific about that kind of thing.” He grins, preening as Jonas grasps his chin and not-so-gently tilts his head so he can get a better look at Louis’ newest souvenir, a nice stitched up gash that curved around his left eye. Some newbie paid to get in the ring but when he started losing, he’d snatched up the nearest weapon, in this case some spare wood from a long-forgotten construction project in the basement they held the Pit night, and swung. 
He’d clocked Louis pretty good and gotten his ass beat to shit by Ripper and Dragon both- honestly the guy was lucky it was only them and that Jonas had been busy that night or he may not have left alive for breaking the cardinal rule. Newbie had been left choking on his own blood while Ripper drove Louis to the hospital, warning the boy not to get blood on his car seats. He’d even stayed- not inside the building of course, but he’d waited in the parking lot for Louis to get stitched up, checked out, and come back out. 
Admittedly, he hadn’t question Lou much when he’d asked if he was good to drive home- simply taken Louis’ word for it, but hey- he’d gotten home alive and Fox and Octavia had made sure he didn’t pass out. So all’s well that ends well, right? 
And now he gets to primp and preen for Jonas, showing off his battle scar proudly. “Pretty sexy, yeah?” 
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myhiraeth · 11 months
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@chcmpgneprcblems​ liked [ this post ] for a Caring CerciTM starter Cerci/Jonas - falling kingdoms au 
Cards on the table: I’m aware you want me here about as much as I want to be here. That said, my lover and yours both have decided to go in search of some cure for you and thus I am who you are stuck with. It would kill Nicklas for you to die before he returns, and Louis would likely kill me for it, so I beg of you- don’t make this more difficult than it has to be.
Her earlier words still hung in the air of the tent, words politely bitten out from a tightly clenched jaw, a firmly placed smile. Words designed to acknowledge Jonas’ distaste and distrust of her even as he was forced to accept her as oh-so-temporary caretaker. He wasn’t in a state to take care of himself, it was all he could do to stay conscious. The infection was spreading, and with Nicklas and Louis out desperately searching for a cure, Cerci was the only one in camp with the stomach to deal with the severity of Jonas’ state.
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A task was a task, and despite their mutual disregard for each other, she had been carefully tending both his wounds and routinely exchanging the cloth against his forehead with a cool one when the fever in his body left even the rag itself hot. He’d been in and out of sleep, but as his eyes fluttered open at the touch of a newly cooled rag to his head, she glanced down at him. “They’re not back yet.” She said gently, almost apologetically.
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myhiraeth · 11 months
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Tell me your muses favorite Taylor Swift Albums.
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I’m gonna be 100% real with you- I don’t know any of them well enough to answer this lol 
Louis is probably like, way early taylor when it was more pop-style. Fox really likes a few songs from Red (Taylor’s Version). Other than that all I’ve got for you is a shrug haha I don’t listen to much T-Swift and so my muses don’t know her music that well. 
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myhiraeth · 1 year
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@chcmpgneprcblems​ sent: "Get it off your chest." Jouis Jonas/Louis apocalypse au  [ meme things ] || always accepting 
“ My shirt? Please say you mean my shirt? ” He’s grinning, refusing to take Jonas’ offer ( order? ) to talk seriously. What’s the point, really? What’s the point in saying what’s on his mind- saying that this world- it isn’t real life, not the way they had thought it was going to be? Why bother saying that he wonders sometimes in the dark of the night whether their entire dynamic- dare he say relationship?- is created on the fork in the road that had derailed humanity from one normal to a wildly, violently, deathly different normal? 
Louis fit here. Jonas fit here. They fit together here. But would that have held true if the world hadn’t fallen apart?
But it’s pointless to say out loud because it doesn’t really matter. It’s not like the world is going back to normal, at least not while they were alive even if they lived to be a hundred. So why talk about it, why worry about it, why put it out there between them? Just because it haunts his thoughts on the rare moments of quiet they have doesn’t mean anything.
“ I’mma take my shirt off. ” 
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myhiraeth · 1 year
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@chcmpgneprcblems sent: "My depression works the graveyard shift." Jonas/Circe
He’s opening to her, sharing with her, but still she sniffs, unimpressed.    “ Well, seeing as you and your little brigade often do your work at night, I would highly recommend switching your depression to the day shift, while you’re sleeping. ”   While she can appreciate his attempts to open up to her, the allowance of his thoughts, and while she could objectively recognize her own ability to relate to his mental woes, she cannot allow him to wallow. He has others for that, others to support him. She’s not a support for Jonas, she’s an inconvenience. 
But the blessing of being an inconvenience is the freedom to tell him hard truths, truths other may dance around for fear of annoying or discouraging him. He’s already oft annoyed by her mere presence; she has nothing to lose by being straightforward with him.   “ A depressed leader wins no battles, Agallon. And they need you to win battles. ” 
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myhiraeth · 1 year
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@chcmpgneprcblems con’t from [ here ] 
The barest breath of a laugh slips out when he says self-preservation. He isn’t wrong. But to be fair, if one plans to lead a hopeless, hapless, helpless rebellion against an entire kingdom army, arguably a lack of self-preservation must be a requirement.
That breath becomes an actual laugh when he mentions Louis’ assumption of what she’s missing, and she sighs despite her smile.   “ No, I’m afraid for once in his life, Louis would be correct. Whatever facsimile of a heart I possess, it beats only for Nicklas. ”   and herself, but Jonas doesn’t need to know that.   “ And while I am no doctor or healer, I am relatively confident that that is not how hearts are supposed to work. ”
But it’s not the heart that worries her, it’s the soul. Jonas is correct, despite her words she does have a heart in the most physical of ways. But it’s a lack of concern for life other than her own or Nicklas’ that worries her. Here, surrounded by headstrong, blustering warriors intent only on making life better for others, she feels particularly out of place. She has no care for ‘others’. ‘Others’ is a vague concept to her, filled with nameless, faceless creatures that have no bearing on her life or her concerns. If the entirety of the kingdom were to burn, she’d have no tears to shed, no empathy to give. Not so long as the person she cared for found himself unharmed at the end of this journey.
“ But I appreciate your misplaced faith in me all the same. ”
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myhiraeth · 1 year
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@chcmpgneprcblems​ sent: “ someone shot at me and missed. ” Foxeter any verse
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She glanced back at him coming in the doorway, looking back out the window, brown eyes flitting over the front of the building they were holed up in. “Well, missing is always preferred. They didn’t follow you back, yeah?” She asks, looking back at him as though the thought had just occurred to her. “The others aren’t going to be happy if we have to leave so soon.” 
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myhiraeth · 1 year
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@chcmpgneprcblems​ sent: "Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man." Circe/Pansy 
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“But if I kill them whoever will be around to keep us entertained?” She lilts easily, shadowing her eyes in dark liner that emphasized the green in her dark eyes. Her eyes were normally too dark to discern color in them, but in the right light they could flash those specks of green she inherited from her father, arguably the only good thing he passed down. “I prefer my edges soft and unthreatening, personally.” She liked to leave the sharp edges to those who would do the stabbing for her. 
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myhiraeth · 1 year
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@chcmpgneprcblems​ sent: ❛  this whole cynical thing is just an act so that you can seem wounded and mysterious and sexy.  ❜ - pansy
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"I have to disagree- I would hardly say I come off as wounded." He smirked. 
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