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governmentofficial · 7 months
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[[ One of Will's co-workers totally filled this chart and left it on Mycroft's temporary desk xD ]]
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"How very interesting."
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magaprima · 11 months
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@collidingxworlds​ for Crowley​
“I did it,” Lilith confessed, but while it was undeniably voluntary it was also undeniable that she didn’t like it, that some part of it was already mildly irritated by it all, by whatever chain reaction was destined to follow. “The mix-up between all the babies wasn’t as...unplanned as it was presumed. Nor was it, exactly, your fault. Or the angel’s. Whatever his name is,” Lilith waved a hand dismissively, regarding the name as unimportant. “I was the one who ensured he couldn’t be found. And while you were watching the wrong boy...” She trailed off, cocking her head a little, a flash of a tight smile meeting Crowley in challenge, choosing not to say the obvious out loud. That she’d been watching Adam this whole time like some devoted mortal mother.
 “I’ve always known where he is.”
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kingofthewebxxx · 5 months
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✨ I'm probably late to the party, but let me slip this in your inbox too! I find your portrayal of Jim fascinating, and it's also fun to see the differences with how I write him x3 Your writing in itself is lovely and I'm so very grateful to be able to interact with you, even if I'm slow af !!!
Thank you so much! Honoured to receive this, it is definitely fun to see! They are very similar yet different at the same time. I look forward to all our interactions and love seeing you on the dash, there is no need to rush replies, take your time ☺️
Quality over quantity is something I am a firm believer in, which is why at times I'm faster than others so no need to rush things at all
Have a good day!
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imprvdente · 10 months
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@collidingxworlds sent: [ 📲 message sent: ]  ugh, I have to go to some boring event. Will you come with me to make it fun? [[ from Abigail for FBI Fish, in that verse where she's a serial killer and they started to date? ]] from: 🐝  *  ―  𝑷𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑼𝑷 𝑻𝑬𝑿𝑻 𝑴𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑺. 
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[ 📲 Abigail ] how could i say no, when you make it sound so tempting? [ 📲 Abigail ] you can count on me [ 📲 Abigail ] what kind of event? [ 📲 Abigail ] i see now that i should have asked that first [ 📲 Abigail ] oh well
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waywardfeathered · 3 months
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@collidingxworlds said: “ you’re not alone, okay? not anymore. i’m right here with you. ” [[ inbox call: from this meme || Gabriel! Not sure about the timeline? Could be somewhere before Gabriel's "death" in season 5, or something set later either season 13 (but my Gabriel is canon dive, so some stuff changes in my portrayal compared to canon) or a canon div where he shows up (to Cas) earlier than he does in the show? ]]
𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒    /    ACCEPTING ↷
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Cas inhales, as if to say something, but remains silent for a few, long minutes. How the act of drawing in breath can hurt... & for a being who does not even need to breathe. This vessel has become more real than his celestial form, for Castiel; complete with his emotions living in his flesh, his sorrow in the sharp intake of air.
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❝ How can you say that to me? After everything? ❞    he replies, finally. He means to sound demanding, but the words come out just sad.
There’s a desperate part of him that feels so young (even though he’s never been young); he may be ageless, but  Gabriel is still his big brother.  Someone he used to... someone he’s always looked up to. He doesn’t think he’d be who he is, without Gabriel’s influence. It feels like several lifetimes ago, before he left Heaven. And look at them now... the both of them, outcasts. Cas yearns to have the companionship and acceptance of even just one of his siblings, but even though Gabriel leaving Heaven all those millenia ago, and more recently, faking his own death, wasn’t about him leaving Castiel, specifically... He’s always felt abandoned, and now he also feels betrayed. He has no right to, not logically, but...
❝ It does not matter. ❞    He stares hard into the horizon. How can he let himself hope? Better to assume Gabriel is going to leave when he’s had enough. Worse, maybe this seeming kindness is a falsehood to begin with, a trick.
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sioraiocht · 6 months
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~ @collidingxworlds || Liked for a short starter || For Jim from Sherlock ~
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"Whatever nonsense you've come to throw my way -" Sherlock wrapped his scarf around his neck, eyes scanning the room as he searched for his phone. "I don't have time for it. I have a case." A triple murder in Camden that was linked to cult activity. It'd gotten him out of a slump, the first case to come across his desk that hadn't made him roll his eyes.
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hvbris · 10 months
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@collidingxworlds . 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑
The bus came to a sudden halt, and the door opened with a hissing sound. Brook emerged from it looking somehow more disheveled than usual, though she could easily blame it on the long journey. The driver handed her her suitcase (but not after having looked weirdly at the terrarium Brook was holding), and after a polite 'good day, ma'am' got back into the bus and drove away.
There was no one at the bus station.
Brook sighed. Her uncle was late. Well, she hoped he was just late, and had not forgotten about her altogether.
The station was in the middle of nowhere, nothing but a little bench next to a sign. She dragged her big suitcase and her frog's terrarium to the bench and sat down. Brook did not mind being in the middle of nowhere. The little road was surrounded by woods, and the place smelled like sap and wet grass.
Still, she took her phone out of her pocket to check for a message from Will. Nothing. She quickly texted him [at the bus station, where r u?] and shoved her phone back in her pocket.
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"You think he forgot all about us, Jacques?" she asked her frog with a little smile. Brook often talked to him, for she found frogs to be better conversationalists than most people.
Right on cue, she suddenly heard an engine roaring in the distance. Soon enough, the car stopped right in front of her, and she hoped it was indeed Will and not some weirdo.
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batteredoptimist · 8 months
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@collidingxworlds from [x]
James’ answer seems to be enough to soothe Crowley’s mounting paranoia and demon nods along with the words, showing his approval. After the accidental encounter with a blessed object he has just had, he is ready to not have to deal with anything of the sort at least for the rest of the year.
“Better that way. Far from me to generalise, but most of those so called men of faith? They are definitely not the saints they want people to believe they are,” he claims, not without a hint of distaste. He doesn’t care that James might deduce that he has a dislike for the clergy and for religion in general. Atheist are a thing, after all. “You should consider yourself lucky, being allowed to live your life without ever being bothered by them.”
Someone could argue that he, as a demon, is biased, and for obvious reasons. Crowley himself knows that it’s true and he won’t waste time denying it, but his antipathy is born more out of his personal experience with said men of faith than from his personal prejudices.
His companion chooses that moment to speak up once again, preventing him from starting to rant on the subject. As frustrating as it feels, it’s probably for the best. The Serpent is aware of his tendency to slip in a little too much information when he runs his mouth, and he has already made too many missteps that morning.
“Yeah, well…Of course. I might come off as a bloody jerk at times, but I am one only with the people who ask for it,” he replies in a more casual tone, following the words with a shrug. He distractedly realises that the road they are on is familiar. They must be close to the shoppe. And that’s good news, because the longer they wait, the more his burns will heal and he wouldn’t know how to explain that to James.
His expression, however, quickly becomes darker and distant, as his mind travels back in time, towards events that have taken place centuries before.
“I can respect a curious mind, even if…At times asking questions can lead you to your death sentence. Literally or metaphorically. It makes you wonder if they are worth the trouble or not, don’t you think?”
His voice is so quiet towards the end that his companion is probably forced to strain his ears to be able to hear his words. The gloomy shadow that has fallen on the demon, however, is gone as quickly as it has appeared as the building where James’ shop is comes into view.
“Home, sweet home!” Crowley exclaims, with renewed energy, as he speeds up his steps, forcing the other to do the same. “Finally! Let’s make this quick, I have unfinished business to take care of.”
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Catching the tone in Crowley's voice, James looks up with a concerned furrow in his brow. Even only just getting to know the fellow, James had assumed that the fellow's proclivity towards independence would naturally include flagrantly questioning authority. However there is something in the way he talks about it that suggests there is a painful past there. Perhaps some consequence to his own curiosity.
Of course this is all only speculation. At the end of the day James hardly knows Crowley at all- which is strange because he feels quite comfortable around him. Though he likes people, James often feels like he has to think awfully hard about what he's saying around them. There are so many things he still doesn't understand in his limited time of being an official part of society, and people are far less inclined to be understanding with someone of his age about it. James isn't bitter about it- but he wonders now if he and Crowley might have more in common than he'd thought.
That notion might have evolved even further if it were not for Crowley suddenly propelling them forward. With a soft yelp James finds himself running to keep up, and he's out of breath from keeping up with Crowley's long legs by the time they make it to the door. He takes a moment to fumble for his key- shocked out of daydreams and back into the present- and chuckles dazedly as he gets the old heavy door open.
"Goodness, it sounds like that wound might be more painful than you've let on, Mr. Crowley! But not to worry, I've got all sorts of good poultices for burns..."
James doesn't pause to take off his coat. Rather, he gestures his new friend towards a chair and goes straight for one of the cabinets, where he pulls out a blood red pot. His next stop is to fill a metal basin of wire and grab some gauze.
"Make yourself at home, please- I wont' be but a moment!" There might be more cheer than usual in his voice. Not because he wants to see Crowley hurt, but because this is his one opportunity to pay the fellow back.
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smokedanced · 8 months
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@collidingxworlds said: “ how much insect essence do you think are in every square inch of chocolate? like, just how many cockroach guts have i consumed with my hershey’s? ” [[ Inbox call: from this meme || Sam for Ella? Mayhaps at Ella’s library, Sam needs to ask her for info, but they have no social skills so they blurt out some random disgusting fact instead xD ]]
prompts for emotionally stunted idiots    /    ACCEPTING ↷
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❝ There is an FDA regulation about how much insect, in general, chocolate is allowed to have. ❞
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It’s by far not the strangest question she’s been approached with. People ask her all kinds of things; she enjoys finding the answers. This one feels more rhetorical, though.    ❝ I doubt what’s allowed directly corresponds with what’s actually there, but I could probably find you a maximum estimate. Worst case scenario of amount of bugs eaten. ❞    She smiles at them, leaning her elbows against the counter.    ❝ Although I feel like ’ignorance is bliss’ applies here? ❞    If they really want to know she has no issue looking the information up for them.
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samhlaiocht · 9 months
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~ @collidingxworlds || Liked for a starter || From John for Jim ~
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"Oh for god's -" John stopped in his tracks, briefcase under his arm and a stressed expression forming on his features when he saw who was blocking the street in front of him. He let out a resigned sigh. "Sherlock's not with me, if that's who you're looking for."
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optimisticrobin · 9 months
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when your muse enters a grocery store, what's the first section they walk to and why?
did your muse ever have an imaginary friend growing up? what were they like, and how long did they have them?
what's your muse's favorite aspect of their own personality?
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IN-DEPTH HEADCANON QUESTIONS
when your muse enters a grocery store, what's the first section they walk to and why?
Whenever he goes shopping, he heads straight for the instant foods. I'm talking cereal, instant noodles, pop tarts – things that don't require actual cooking. Contrary to popular belief, he can actually cook, but between working two jobs, there isn't an awful lot of time for him to do anything else. Coffee is another must. He doesn't actually like the taste all that much, but it does the job.
did your muse ever have an imaginary friend growing up? what were they like, and how long did they have them?
Dick never had an imaginary friend because he never really needed one. There was always so much going on at the circus that he never had a moment of piece. He did talk to the animals a lot though, the elephants in particular. He'd have full conversations with them, pretending that they were talking back. This stopped, obviously, when his parents were killed and he left the circus.
what's your muse's favorite aspect of their own personality?
I think his favourite aspect of his personality is his ability to not let his grief define him in the same way that Bruce always did. He misses his parent, that's a given, but he lives life looking forward rather than back and it helps him distance himself from Bruce. He loves him like a father, but he doesn't want to be him.
This quote pretty much sums it up:
"Who do I think I am? Good question, really, and I'll answer like this: I've seen too much to be Robin, but I'm still too optimistic to be Batman. I'm Nightwing. I'm Officer Dick Grayson. I'm Barbara's boyfriend, Bruce Wayne's adopted son, and the last living member of the Amazing Flying Graysons. I'm happy."
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governmentofficial · 6 months
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@collidingxworlds continued from [x]
Was that expression one of sass? Mycroft was reasonably sure that it was. Dear Lord, he did not want to deal with a sassy child. He'd experienced enough of that with Sherlock, and he wasn't even his father!
With luck, Abigail would grow out of it - and, if she did not, then she would have to be trained out of her. At the very least, she needed to learn to control herself and keep such expressions to herself in front of anybody of importance.
"You will be driven until you are used to the city. Then we can discuss the matter again," Mycroft decided. Why exactly Abigail would want to walk, he didn't know. If they were in the countryside, he would understand. The city, though? It was hardly a pleasant place to be.
At least she didn't want to use public transport. That would surely be a sign of grief-driven insanity.
Mycroft had to agree that public displays of affection were, to quote, 'gross'. He had no desire to see such a thing, nor did he have any desire to be caught in such a scenario. Luckily, it was not something that was going to happen.
"I do not have a partner," he stated. "I have no interest in seeking a partner. That is not going to change." Mycroft was confident in his words. Love, and relationships in general, were tedious wastes of time that would only lead to inevitable heartbreak. It was far more sensible to avoid them altogether.
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heksery · 9 months
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🗣️ Juliana & John @thecursedhellblazer ? [[ If you're up for it, ofc, since we just started writing them together! ]]
Send me 🗣️ for incorrect quotes of your muse and mine
John: If you were to vacuum up jello through a metal tube, well I think that’d be a neat noise Juliana: I beg to differ John: Then Beg
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John: I'm a reverse necromancer. Juliana: Isn't that just killing people? John: Ah, technicality.
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John: Must be hard not being able to laugh Juliana: I do have a sense of humor you know John: I’ve never heard you laugh before Juliana: I’ve never heard you say anything funny @thecursedhellblazer
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kingofthewebxxx · 4 months
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🥂 (( @collidingxworlds for the twins? I know that I still owe you a reply to an ask and a reply to your reply to and ask, but I hope you don't mind me sending this! And the one I'm about to send >.> ))
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Deciding to spend New Year's Eve with his brother, they were in the fourteenth round of a very long and ongoing chess match. Chess wasn't always Jim’s thing but after a few shots and making a statement that he was sure he would be able to beat the other at chess, he had to challenge him to a game, and one game soon became two and so on. They weren't exactly short either, they lasted about forty-five minutes each, meaning they had spent an awful lot of the day in one place. As it started to turn closer to eleven o'clock in the evening he eventually said. “Well well, what can I say, next time I will smash your score, was only one way this time” he said with an annoyed tone of voice as he got up from the chair and grabbed his glass of champagne. “To our partnership and well us. I have plans for us to discuss later, maybe after I'm a bit more sober though” he said taking a sip of champagne. There wasn't anyone else he would want as his main business partner, no one that he could foresee anyway. After the other Moriarty had helped him take care of a piece of his past, he wanted to have more joint ventures with him.
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@collidingxworlds
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imprvdente · 5 months
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☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. It's time to spread positivity!!!! ( you don't have to!)
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RIGHT BACK AT YOU! You're one of MY favorite blogs, Scotty!!!! 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
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elisethetraveller · 10 months
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If you could have one thing / ability / trait your muse has, which would you pick?
From; Ask me about my muse
Oh, that is a good question! Hmm... While Elise is by far most proficient with her blood magic, I think I would like to be able to do illusion magic. The ability to make yourself invisible is fun in and of itself, but with some creativity, you can use that for so many things.
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