#flyingupward

[lcvedriven]

@flyingupward / post v2 hop starter call 

“i don’t think i can get back up.” there’s worry in his voice he’s trying to hide. desperately. he even forces a smile. he manages to get himself from point a to point b to point c over and over again, from russia to here, and now that it’s done - now that he’s seen his daughter, and the others, and he’s sat down - it’s like his body has shut off. shut down. 

like someone hit the power switch without his permission.  

#flyingupward #( interactions. ) jhop #st spoilers

[fedoraxcrowned]

Agnes is teething, which makes it understandably difficult to put her to bed at night, but Red doesn't particulary mind staying up with her ( beside the fact that she's obviously in pain and needs soothing, which he longs to provide whatever way he can, the fussing of a cranky toddler in his arms is more than enough to distract him from the memories of the night Lizzy could have - nearly - died, which play over and over again behind his closed lids every time he tries to sleep, from the thoughts about her current state and prognosis and what will happen when she wakes up and how can they possibly cope with it if she doesn't ).

His back, though, has other ideas about their current predicament, beginning to protest if he carries her around ( Agnes doesn't like staying in one place and position for long, her small body trying to accomodate the restlessness within - a state with which Red was not unfamilliar, in spite of the difference in circumstances ) for too long - his age and not entirely ideal state of health clearly showing - and so he has to sit down, bouncing the girl lightly on his knees or letting her crawl over and around him ( his hand always inches away from her back, always ready to catch her if she tumbles, fatherly instinct manifesting without much prompting even after all those years ), every once in a while.

It's when they settle in an armchair for the third time of the night that Agnes quiets ( which comes as a pleasant surprise since she'd been throwing quite a tantrum ), rubbing her face with her little hands in a gesture both irritated and tired, and then - even more pleasantly surprising - finally, gradually falls into a light sleep right there on Red's lap, her cheek pressed trustfully against his chest, the fabric of his open vest held tightly in her small fist. A strange sort of peace falls over the two - like a quiet after a long, exhausting storm - and he can't help but feel grateful for it, even though it looks like he'll have to spend the rest of the night sitting up, with a toddler that can wake from the barest shift in his posture snuggled against his chest ( it's not like he'd never spent a night in far less comfortable circumstances, after all ).

Resting his head against the back of the armchair and adjusting slightly his hold on the girl, Red settles in for the night, with his hand passing gently over short brown locks and the back clad in thin animal-printed pajamas every now and then, his gaze fixed on the little face finally relaxed in sleep and his head blessedly full of thoughts about nothing but Agnes and Cassandra and yet another day the three of them spent together.

@flyingupward​ ( Cass ) gets another random starter set in our verse where Red and Cass have been together since mid-1st season, this time during Liz’s coma and featuring a teething Agnes because the idea of them raising her together all those months gives me all sorts of warm and fuzzy feelings

#「 fedora’s on ( ic ) 」 #「 handling business face to face ( closed starter ) 」 #flyingupward #「 the heartkeeper ( cassandra bianchi : flyingupward ) 」 #「 tbn ( priv. verse with flyingupward: together since mid 1st season ) 」 #look what I just found in my drafts! #I've no idea why I didn't post this right away since it was written all the way back in April #but I remember clear as a day that this was written under the impression left by my cousin once removed's family's visit #he came over with his wife and their teething one year old daughter #and she (the girl) was not happy about her teething #at all

[mezarco-a]

“ For someone who doesn’t like to feel things you sure feel a lot of it out loud. ”  /  @flyingupward​​   &  meme.  /  Raquel.

A finger twitches around the trigger of a gun, somehow making sure it doesn't fall in the process of rage taking him over. It's not violently sudden, more something that had built up ever since disagreements had taken place. This is just what wasn't supposed to happen, the plan going awry. ❝ Don't fucking challenge me. ❞ It's the shake of a head that comes with it and although his voice is anything but quiet, it carries an oppressed echo of some sort. ❝ This is either going my way or you can run into the open fire. ❞ He shakes his gun, wildly gesturing towards everyone in the back before coming back to settle the weapon directly into the other's face again. ❝ I don't care about any of you, don't make me prove it. ❞

#✱ 𝐌𝐄𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐎 — M. BERROTE / SCRIPT #flyingupward #he is pissed #and he does care

[adveanture]

it was nice to see how many multi muse blogs interacted with my sadness last night . . .  but it’s also really disappointing.  like i’m so sorry that so many of us have the exact same experiences just because we’ve decided to write with most  ( if not all )  of our muses in one place.  because multi muse blogs, in my experience, are usually the most active, the least dramatic, and the most friendly of all the rpc folks i’ve interacted with in my 10 years on this site.  so i’m going to tag all the multi muse blogs i follow lol because they’re all incredible and worth a follow! 

@iinmortales  /  @willowdied  /  @melnchly  /  @weyfaren  /  @questsy  /  @seeliecourt  /  @sereniora  /  @roguekinds  /  @starsspin  /  @atlasburdened  /  @sunpathos  /  @stormlit  /  @arcanaem  /  @starfrckled  /  @wistcrias  /  @becomelions  /  @greymoralities  /  @everlightblessing  /  @ircnwrought  /  @illfatedpartners  /  @fatedtruths  /  @entangledmuses  /  @fatesrolled  /  @praeludio  /  @flyingupward  /  @ofcatnaps  /  @withinycu  /  @magnefique  /  @starseized  /  @softheartstm  /  @furys-burn  /  @vagasbonds  /  @mythunderlegion  /  @heartborrow  /  @enjoycolors  /  @thinkabouthings  /  @marblecarved  /  @bardstale  /  @wanderism  /  @voiceofduality  /  @crystalyz  /  @spectresrise  /  @adventuriem  /  @enastrcs  /  @destage  /  @sennik  /  @flvnevrs  /  @druidarum  /  @forfeitsouls  /  @havenforged  /  @sunchascd  /  @glorytragedy  /  @calaamities  /  @lunaerising  /  @lackdgnty  /  @alyafae  /  @exandriian  /  @enternecers  /  @storitale  /  @roseguided  /  @apocaelypse  /  @galaxierisen  /  @mythaelogie  /  @halothief  /  @starlyht  /  @dinguses  /  @enclovir  /  @cuhven  /  @feruchemy  /  @tomepact  /  @evilsought  /  @mactabilis  /  @unawaken  /  @wildkissed  /  @maimedaffair  /  @closedcoffins  /  @mythasy  /  @sunwaxed  /  @nightsung 

if you haven’t checked out these folks, don’t say you ‘need new people to follow’ or that certain ‘fandoms are dead’ without even looking at a multi muse’s roster lol. 

#★ ∗ ∘ ∙ 001. ooc #im not tagging this as 'negativity' because it isn't #★ ∗ ∘ ∙ 001. promos #i adore all of these people and so should you

[justicescreaming]

“Are you and dad going to get married like on the TV?  I would like to wear a pretty dress if you do.”

@flyingupward​

[dawnshe]

what van gogh painting are you?

self-portrait 

"i want to touch people with my art. i want them to say 'he feels deeply, he feels tenderly'." van gogh often didn't have enough money to pay for models to paint, so he painted himself instead for practice. he always felt that his self-portraits were a study of himself his own anguish. as if to say 'look at me. this is who i am. please know me. please love me.' you probably have a complicated relationship with vulnerability. that which you crave also terrifies you. i know it's scary to leave your soul bare, but you will be most happy - and most loved - when you are most seen. some of your traits are: introspective, conflicted, and compassionate

tagged by @spookildan !  tagging @airshari , @smokeswirled , @ruidusborne , @inabsentiia , @saintsdawn , & @flyingupward ( laudna ) & YOU! steal it! tag me! 

#obsessed upset screaming that they got the same fucking one #{ tagged <-------------------------{ #{ queue <-------------------{

[amazonluthor]

when do you gaze at your soulmate?

when they're sleeping – it's not just the way they're at rest. its that they're at rest with you. it's not just that they're safe but that they feel safe enough to let you see them like this. it's trust and it's intimacy. and you're not sure you're ready for them to see the emotions in your eyes right now. they've been through enough. you both have. sometimes it scares you just how much you love them. it terrifies you that you feel happy as they lay there, eyes closed and hair a little messy. their features twitch and you know they're dreaming and it scares you because if you fall asleep too you won't have a nightmare tonight. you'll dream of them. or nothing at all. and either way it will make you need them more. and you're not supposed to need anyone but it's them. you want to hold them in your arms and never let go. you want to protect them but you know they want to protect you too. this is the kind of love you long for and it's the kind which will hurt if you lose it. but here you are anyway. it's too late now. you're glad it's too late to go back.

tagged by: @svpe and @luthority ! <3 tagging: @zygai @immortalwords (whoever!) @fortislumen (jane) @alyafae (charlie) @godblooded (alana) @flyingupward @shedivine (diana or alcina) and you!

#about / more battlefield than human being #hello yes?? i am destroyed #this is . way too accurate #'its the trust and its the intimacy' really came for her life huh #how many times have i talked about this ??? about how lillian falling asleep with people and not having nightmares and trusting them is so! #about how she'd be so baffled when someone falls asleep with her because it means they feel safe!!! #now im emo hjksdf #tho im always emo about her

[thornyhearts]

it was a peaceful morning, dawning gray and cool with a light mist hanging over everything. the air was crisp and the smell of rain seemed to pervade every corner of this little beachside paradise. this was the kind of beach home that john used to dream about, the kind that he used to want to whisk helen away to once they were married. of course, that dream was long dead and helen was long gone from his life. this home now represented healing and new beginnings, an attempt at a fresh start free from blood and monsters. it was john’s own little piece of paradise, a place for him to rest his mind and the shattered remnants of his soul. the former ripper had fallen into a daily routine in the last couple of years. he would wake early, throw open the windows if the weather allowed for it, and shower before moving to the kitchen for his breakfast. he often cooked himself some form of the traditional english breakfast, depending on his mood for that morning, and settled in with his paper and his tea. it was a simple routine with very little deviation from day to day, something that was monotonous to some but comforting to him. even the few people that he had some sort of friendly connection with in town knew better than to bother him during this time, all of them becoming aware at one point or another of druitt’s fondness for his routine. that fact was why it was so surprising to him to receive a knock on the door. a scowl formed as he sat in silence, waiting a moment to see if the knocking would stop and the offender would simply leave. his annoyance rose as the knocking persisted, becoming even louder and more insistent. he dropped his paper to the table and stood up, wiping his mouth with his napkin before starting for the door. “i’m coming, i’m coming!” he called out as he drew closer. a twist of his wrist unlocked the door and he yanked it open, only to find himself staring at the last person that he ever expected to see grace his doorstep. shock and annoyance warred for dominance before his features settled into something more unreadable as his gaze slid over her. “darling, you look quite well for someone who’s been dead for the last eleven years.” despite his best attempt to keep his tone neutral, annoyance bled through his words. he had gone out of his way for years to avoid helen, her sanctuary, and anyone else even distantly connected to the entire thing. john had fought tooth and nail to find some semblance of peace, to grieve, to deal with the pain and suffering that he had caused over so many years. and now here helen was, barging into his life and shattering all that he had worked so hard for. “i take it that you’re not here for pleasantries?” ignoring the voice in the back of his mind that told him to just slam the door in her face, he stepped to the side to invite her in. “if you’re in need of an attack dog, i’m afraid you’ve come to the wrong place. i’ve retired from that particular lifestyle.”

@flyingupward​ liked for a starter from john!

#flyingupward #* memory is a fickle companion [ john druitt ] #* we dont speak in soft words [ interactions ]

[enastrcs-moved]

{ @flyingupward​ || allura || sc }

       “ I can’t help but feel like it was my fault. Thordak, and the Fire Ashari. Like... I should have seen it, or stopped Raishan before she could let him out. All those people...my people. Gone. ”

#flyingupward #( *ic. || KEYLETH ) #i hope this is okay!

[lcvedriven]

[ bed ] sender crawls into bed next to receiver ( these are all jopper lbr )

he's half awake when he hears the bed creak, and fully awake only a second later. these past few months have made an incredibly light sleeper of him. the house settling or one of the kids going to the bathroom or a tree pounding and he's up with a pounding heart.

he refuses to do something about it. despite the constant exhaustion, it feels useful. if something were to happen, they need someone who can wake up immediately, be ready immediately.

about ten seconds of a pounding heart, and he recognizes the door opening and shift in the mattress and the creak in the bed as her. he makes his body relax. it's not something that comes naturally to him anymore.

"hey," he says, and then clears his throat. gingerly, he rolls onto his side to face her - he must've rolled over some time in his sleep. "what time is it?"

he reaches for the wristwatch he used to keep on the side table only to remember he hasn't had it for months - any possessions he had on him were taken when he was.

he reaches out for her hand.

"you alright?"

#flyingupward #( ask box. ) jhop.

[fedoraxcrowned]

He knows she's there even before he fully comes to – can recognize the smell of her perfume and the sound of her voice ( hushed now in conversation with… Kate?.. and… Dembe? ) on a subconscious level at this point – and for one single precious moment allows himself to simply bask in the comfort of her presence… before the inextinguishable worry about her safety, fueled further by the recent events, will rise up to the forefront of his hazy mind once again.

❝ Cassie… ❞ her name is but a breath on Red's lips – pained yet intensely relieved ( there were moments the last time he was awake – with lead in his chest and copper in his mouth – when he thought that he might not get another chance to see her… and that possibility scared him more than his own death ) – as beloved features come into focus, his own expression soft and open both in the exhausted and adoring ways...

...before the moment passes and brow furrows lightly, tone going for admonishing but falling short, words coming out weary and drawn-out, ❝ You shouldn't be here. ❞

And yet, he's reaching weakly for her hand, his yearning heart in eternal conflict with rational mind.

@flyingupward​ ( Cass ) gets a random starter set during 2.19 in our verse where Red and Cass were together since mid-1st season because I kept coming back to this idea for months and finally decided to do something about it 

#flyingupward #「 fedora’s on ( ic ) 」 #「 handling business face to face ( closed starter ) 」 #「 you shouldn't be here... ̶b̶u̶t̶ ̶I̶'̶m̶ ̶g̶l̶a̶d̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶r̶e̶ ( Red & Cassandra Bianchi : flyingupward ➙ 001 ) 」 #「 tbn ( priv. verse with flyingupward: together since mid 1st season ) 」 #「 THE HEARTKEEPER ( Cassandra Bianchi : flyingupward ) 」 #「 with just one glance... you've seen my soul; with just one touch... you've soothed my body ( / Cassandra Bianchi : flyingupward ) 」 #I suppose Mr Kaplan informed Cassandra about what happened #as well as oversaw her safe transportation to Tom's safehouse where they hid Red at the time #with her official reasoning being something on the lines of it being easier to protect #both an injured and therefore vulnerable and not really mobile Red and Cassandra #( because of course Red insists on protecting her to the best of his team's abilities..! ) #during such an emergency if they're both at the same location #but unofficially she also decided to bring Cassandra to Red because she knows that her presence would both soothe him and give him strength #and that's something he's certainly in desperate need of in the current situation #not that Kate would voice that second reason out loud... #😏😉😇

[betrayher-arc]

───    @flyingupward​     (     𝐌𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍     𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍     )     *     gets     a     lyric     starter  !     (     feat .     𝐀𝐋𝐋     𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑     ─     𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈     𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐗 .     )

“     but     you     and     i ,     we’ve     BEEN     THROUGH     THAT .     ”

she     can’t     look     at     her ;     that’s     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐎𝐅     𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 ,     the     way     it     works .     they     can     never     talk     like     this     looking     at     each     other .     she     can     only     say     it     like     she     does     (    softly ,     sweetly     almost     )     staring     resolutely     at     the     wall .

#i dont know what this is maybe like.... early s2 text!verse? #flyingupward #* INCOMING MESSAGE ( . answered )

[fortitudina]

        There were few faces that Ramiel took a pleasure in seeing, but despite it, she also longed greatly for the company of others. Luckily, the face of her sibling’s was one that always appeared to make her smile, even on the darker of her days. In truth, she’d been feeling rather alone recently. Part of her had been questioning if her siblings ever gave her a second thought when it came to their emotions and how deeply they felt them; being God’s Mercy meant that she was perhaps the most empathetic of her siblings, that also came with the price of being able to feel every emotion they felt, all of the time and it always leant for a rollercoaster of emotions, on a daily basis. 

        Lately, they’d began to get to the archangel. On top of both her human job and that of her angelic duties, feeling the constant yo-yoing of her siblings emotions was tiring her more than she’d care to admit, and perhaps it showed as she welcomed Michael with the usual warmth of her smile as she stood before the flickering candles that only brought a glow upon her form. In truth, she’d not been expecting her older sibling to appear but, their presence was always more than welcome with her.    “   Michael    ---    I’ve missed you... You look well.   ” 

                                     @flyingupward​      LIKED FOR A RAMIEL STARTER.

#FLYINGUPWARD #* RAMIEL { STARTER } #* RAMIEL { INTERACTION: MICHAEL }

[justicescreaming]

“What?  Did I forget my lunch at home or something?”

@flyingupward​

[lilahemorgan]

surprises in closets

Lilah’d let herself into Wesley’s apartment with a key she’d had made a few weeks ago. He was still out,which suited her just fine it gave her plenty of time to do some low key snooping while she waited. After letting herself in she started with the living room and eventually she ended up in his bedroom.  She sat down on the bed for a second and looked around the room,her gaze fell on closet and it’s deadbolt lock. She’d noticed it a few nights ago and had asked Wes about it,but he’d just evaded her about it. She remembers thinking it was a little strange that he hd a deadbolt for it,which of course meant he was definitely hiding something.

She got up from the bed and looked around the room to see if there was a spare key. After a few minutes of searching she turned up nothing. She let out a little sigh of frustration before digging in her purse for a bobby pin. 

After working the lock for a few moments she finally heard that satisfying click sound as the door unlocked. She smiled, pleased that it had actually worked. She pulled the door open and was only slightly surprised when she saw the red head. “So you’re what he’s been hiding.. “ Well that certainly explained why Justine had just dropped out of sight after the whole Holtz debacle.

@flyingupward​

#Lilah and justine #slave girl #flyingupward #//hope this is okay!

[epiphanydrling]

            " 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐉𝐎𝐘..."  was it her keen observation skills  or just that she KNEW exactly why Maureen was pissed. “What has she done now?” she questioned, pulling up a chair for the woman to sit beside her. “And we both know which she we are talking about.” 

     Audrey had yet to tell Maureen the exact details of her and Melanie’s relationship, but she could certainly EMPATHISE why the head engineer / voice of the train got under people’s skin. 

“You wanna talk about it ? Or do you just want something very alcoholic to DROWN it out?” 

@flyingupward  ♡ for a starter 

#𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐑 – 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐌 #flyingupward #hi hello!