#sevenswcrds.

[withoutawar]

@sevenswcrds   :   NIGHT TERRORS: my muse holds your muse after a nightmare (regular muninn and steve)

      An arm wraps closely around her shoulders, holding her to him, her head tucked against him. She fits in the space between his legs, the sheets spread haphazardly over them, the covers thrown to the end of the bed because the cooler air was gratifying.

      Her trembling has only slightly resided, her body still vibrating in his arms and he hugs her tight, in an effort to keep her together, to protect her from whatever had threatened to tear her apart from the inside, behind closed eyelids. Despite her smallness, there was no mistaking her capability. Not for Steve, anyway, who has spent decades witnessing her strength and power. Sometimes, it was a weight off his back that the woman who carried his heart could protect herself so well. But there were things that even she succumbed to, and not being able to protect her during those times was the worst kind of feeling. 

      Steve cards fingers through her tangled hair, frees a space on her forehead for him to press his lips to. He keeps them there for a ling moment, before pulling away. ‘ I’ve got you, ’ he murmurs. ‘ You’re safe. You’re with me.’ He wonders where she’d been transported. To a terrible memory, or a horror of the future. Whether it was somewhere he couldn’t follow, somewhere where this cocoon of limbs he had her wrapped in now couldn’t protect her --- and he holds her tighter still, just in case.  

#i took some liberties with the nightmare part #if anything is off please let me know i'm happy to re-write it! #interactions * sevencfswcrds ( muninn. )

[filedfangs]

   ❝ sorry-- that was a little messier than expected. ❞

@sevenswcrds​ ♥’d for a starter (Muninn)

#sevenswcrds

[murdcck]

❝ I’ll stop questioning everything you do when everything you do stops being questionable. ❞ -- @sevenswcrds​

      AFTER HER WORDS LEAVE HER MOUTH, Matt is left in silence. His head tilts, favors his left ear ( last night had left him with an aching right ear, you see ) to track the sound of her heart, her breath, the way she smelled. Steady. Constant. There was no change in her that indicated anything more. “ That doesn’t sound like you, ” he admits, purses his lips, lets his tongue sneak out to wet the tender skin. Then he’s smiling — that 1000 mega watt Matt Murdock smile — and leaning back in the chair, the way someone who’s overconfident might. Being around her, no matter what her heart may tell him, was a mystery. It was a strange comfort. Even if Matt believed he suspected something, she turned his suspicion & flipped them around. It was refreshing, compared to the daily, where he often knew what someone was feeling before even asking. “ Besides ,” he starts, leaning forward now on the table, “ you don’t ask very many questions. You can, you know... Ask questions. ”

#sevenswcrds #v ( MAIN ) |「 FOR HE IS THE SERVANT OF GOD 」 #( #skdhfdks matt's llike... I FEEL LIKE THIS IS A TRAP #)

[sanguionus]

@sevenswcrds​  //  sc 

 Her ears picked up on the steps long before her eyes took in the approaching figure, and Jade couldn’t help but roll her eyes and the distinct sound of boots hitting wood. The smell she now could so easily identify annoying her further. And she wondered just what could the other possibly need now to even come near her. Before the face of the other even showed up on her vision, Jade was ready to leave.  “ Shouldn’t you be like... doing something useful? or I don’t know, not bothering me?.”  the words out as soon as Caine came into sight.

#sevenswcrds #//: writings #//: caine / sevenswcrds

[cursedbcrn-a]

@sevenswcrds​ // no humanity s.c.

           “So where does your moral code fall on murder of absolute scumbags?” Hope asked distractedly as she rifled through the wallet of the three men that had followed her into an alley for some disgusting reasons. Their heads were all currently stacked neatly by the dumpster for pickup. “What do you think? More or less likely that I’ll make it to peace?”

#[ ic. ] #[ s4. ] #[ sevenswcrds feat. caine. ] #sevenswcrds #legacies spoilers //

[deathconjurer]

     “ yes, it’s dead of night, yes ---i’m in the cemetery drawing.”  she took a sharp breath, pencil stopping on the drawing she was working on, before she took at look up at the other standing around.  “ you can stop staring at me now, super appreciated.”

@sevenswcrds​ (Caine) / sc

#sevenswcrds #☠ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ᴄᴀʟʟ

[badlluck]

 ✧ ( ♛ ) ✧    ❛  OH.  ❜  all motion stops as her entrance from the window is paused.  eyes surprised as they’re framed with the the outlines of a black mask.  clawed hands carefully curled across the outline of the window.   ❝  wasn’t expecting  company.  ❞  she chimes smoothly in a quiet quip with a sly smile, form slowly continuing it’s way through the window as feet make landfall to the ground.  /  @sevenswcrds​  requested a short starter !

#sevenswcrds #( verse // modern times ) #( this got Longer than i expected but felicia Pls you're supposed to be sneaky KSDFHBJNSKMDF )

[lcsthings]

@sevenswcrds​ // gets solas

          IT SEEMS SOME THINGS REMAINED THE SAME, no matter how much has changed. The scrutiny of all those in this so-called Inquisition remained ever constant, despite his frequent assists & helpful knowledge. Even sitting out in the gardens of Skyhold, harmlessly reading a book, left him open to the shrewd eyes of those who called the garden their home. It was… tiresome. Not that their gossiping nature did him any harm, but always feeling eyes on the back of his head had him constantly on edge, muscles bunched & ready to spring.

         IT DIDN’T HELP THAT THE INQUISITOR has become a familiar face in the rotunda, always with questions, curious stares — of which he could appreciate, no doubt, but regardless of their shared elven blood, she was still an oddity holding far too much power in her hand, and the truth of the matter was this: he did not, & could not allow himself to, trust her. “ Why? ” In the middle of her current question ( of which there is many ), Solas suddenly interrupts her with simply one word. “ I imagine there is much that requires your attention here at Skyhold, Inquisitor. Why spend your spare time in my company? ”

#sevenswcrds #[ SOLAS / writings. ]

[enduringlystoic]

   ❝ where is it you’re hoping to be, exactly? ❞

@sevenswcrds​ ♥’d for a starter

#sevenswcrds #i couldn't choose lmao #so go with whoever you'd like!

[cursedbcrn]

@sevenswcrds said ❛ you’re just going to leave without saying goodbye? ❜ (caine)

           The bag on Hope's shoulder feels like it is weighed down with dumbbells and she flinches when she hears Caine's voice behind her. She doesn't know if it is meant to sound like an accusation, or the guilt that she is drowning under simply makes it sound like one, but it hurts all the same. She could leave, easily. Vampire speed, a spell to go invisible, a multitude of options at her fingertips that would allow her to avoid this painful conversation but Caine deserves more than that. After everything that they have done for Hope, one of the few to stay by her side during her long, painful descent.

"...I guess this is goodbye then."

Hope tries to keep her trembling under control, unable to turn and look at those yellow eyes. She knows if she turns around and Caine asks her to stay, she would, and they would just fall into the same cycle again and all the pain that she caused would have been for nothing. She doesn't even know when she'll be back, if she would be, and it's not fair for her to give them false hope.

"Where will you go?"

#[ ic. ] #[ caine doe / sevenswcrds. ] #[ v; i didn't know i was looking until i found you / sevenswcrds (caine). ] #sevenswcrds

[withoutawar]

❝  listen,  i’ve lost a lot of people in my life.  i learned how to deal with it but…you’re different.  i can’t take it if it’s you.  ❞ (muninn) sent by @sevenswcrds​ .

Sometimes they do this, lie awake from nightfall to daybreak, unfeeling of the day’s wearies or troubles. Just in each other’s arms, chests rising in tandem, timing their breath against the other’s. Proximity brings comfort --- always has. She’s been a familiarity throughout the decades, through the cycles of time itself for he feels like he’s lived several lifetimes over, even though it doesn’t quite compare to her. He can’t begin to fathom the years that cloak her, and the amount of loss that time inevitably brings with it. 

His arm lays flat, her head nestled against his shoulder. Stripes of moonlight filter in through the open window, painting the various shapes of window panes and the buildings outside that block it’s way onto the bedroom floor, and across their faces. If he bends his arm, he can play with her hair, fingers lost in the dense tangle of it, delicately scratching her scalp, while he stares at the shadows thrown across the ceiling. 

‘ You won’t lose me, ’ he murmurs, turning his head so his nose presses into her hair and he presses a kiss to her forehead. As in, he’s not leaving. As in, he’ll be by her side to his dying day. As in, she’d come a-sweeping into his life all those years ago, seen him when he was invisible, really seen him, fought next to him and for him when she had a whole universe at her fingertips and he was but one single man. Their lives were intertwined in more cosmic ways than Steve knows... but eventually, it will come. His dying day. 

‘ It’ll be okay. You’ll be okay. ’ He turns completely, holding her jaw in his hand, pressing a kiss, tender, in the darkness to her mouth. 

#sevenswcrds #interactions * sevenswcrds ( muninn. ) #* replies. #mmm didn't like how much that hurt

[lostsouldierbye]

@sevenswcrds​ said: "Focus more on your own life and less on mine!" (Sarya)

That’s going to be a hard pass. Let’s not unpack his worthiness issues here. They’re both a little more durable than your average Joe, perhaps her more so than he, but he has certain vested interests about her wellbeing and survival and that can cloud one’s judgement. It doesn’t take a lot for Bucky to put someone else above him, his only real criteria for prioritising another life was that you weren’t the enemy. 

And Sarya being --- well, now is not the time to unpack labels either --- but Sarya being Sarya meant that Bucky would readily lay his life down to protect hers. But that’s getting a bit dramatic --- this is a simple crossfire, a situation he’s been in plenty of times before, so it’s a compromise between knowing that Sarya was more than capable of taking care of herself and his gut instinct to lead the charge so she doesn’t to. 

‘ Those two aren’t exactly mutually exclusive, I hope you know that, ’ he mutters, uncaring of whoever else was on their comms. As far as confessions of love go, his was probably as backhanded as it could get. 

#sevenswcrds #❪ ⠀ * ⠀ bucky ⠀﹕ ⠀ic. ⠀ ❫ #❪ ⠀ * ⠀ bucky ⠀﹕ ⠀interactions * sevenswcrds' sarya. ⠀ ❫ #I MISSED YOU SO MUCH

[incogniiita]

{ ✴ }   ︎——   ❛ NOX. ❜  door closes with a quiet click as lazarus greets the other.  the quiet murmuring and soft music downstairs being zoned out into the background.  office now quiet with an aged yellow glow.  steps are slow as lazarus makes his way around his desk, hands balancing upon the crowded tabletop.  illusioned dark blues now fading to their usual gold as gaze raises.  a hand briefly motioning to the free chair in front of the desk.  ❛ you look like you have something on your mind. ❜  / @sevenswcrds​​  liked for a test muse starter !

#sevenswcrds #|| test muse. lazarus #|| thread. nox & lazarus #(i kNOW YOU ONLY ASKED FOR ONE BUT HECK HAVE TWO BC LAZ IS JUST /HERE/ KSHDBFKSHDF )

[founderscouncil]

@sevenswcrds​ said  “Is it still happening?”

          The words were grating, almost harsh to his too-sensitive ears. His vision was still blurring in and out, and his mouth felt like he had been chewing on cotton for hours. “Uhm..” Gold tinted his vision and Rafael blinked rapidly until the spots began to clear away. Yet despite all this, the worst of it was over. The pain, the weakness, the feeling of imminent doom that hung over his head like the blackest cloud. He felt weakened by the spell that Caine had performed, the one that brought him back to life again in an attempt to clear the last of the Necromancer’s magic from his psyche, but he felt clean. 

“I think... I think it worked?” He looked up at Caine, incredulity written all over his face at the fact that maybe their plan had succeeded. It was like stepping into spring for the first time after a long winter, a hopefulness that burst in his chest and radiated outwards. “You...” he steps towards Caine and takes one of their hands in both of his, hoping that he is able to muster the words in their sincerity. “Thank you. For all of this.”

#[ ic. rafael waithe. ] #[ ch: rafael waithe. ] #sevenswcrds #screm at my sad boi getting some proper tlc #[ caine doe / sevenswcrds. ]

[bountyspiked]

  ⊹ ➤   A DESCENDING WHISTLE MOVES THROUGH THE AIR.  jacket slung over his shoulder as eyes keep upwards towards the sky, eyebrows raised with quiet astonishment.  free hand placed into his pants pockets, rifling around for something.  a flurry of orange, red, and black combusting like fireworks across a large craft above.  the sound of explosions delayed as they rocket down to ground level.  muffled and imposing as destruction reigns clear.

❛  jeez.  ❜  spike murmurs, pulling out a pack of cigarettes.  one being placed between his lips before the pack is replaced with a lighter.  embers lighting up at the end of tobacco with an inhale of breath.   ❛ you weren’t  kidding  about those home brew explosives ... ❜  smoke follows his words as he exhales, features casual and more than nonchalant.  the ship continuing to crumble as flaming debris continues to collapse and fall with trails of grey in the far distance beyond the city horizon.  /  @sevenswcrds​  pinged for a  starter. 

#sevenswcrds #SS. / bounties. / threads. #SS. / bounties. / thread. sarya & spike. #SS. / verse. / bounty life after death. #( i am Crying idk Why this was the first thing to appear in my head but it was KDBFKSHBFKHSDF ) #tw : smoking

[treacherovs]

“ i’m the one with the ghosts in my bed ” (muninn)

@sevenswcrds / pvris meme

a soft sigh slips from the wolf’s jaws as muninn’s voice slides down her spine, raising the hackles and sending a shiver down her tail. familiar tendrils of chaos flicker and spark at the edges of her vision while terror tries to take root. she’ll be lying if she says she hasn’t stuck around the raven for this sweet ruination. it’s a breaking of the mind that treachery knows — and knows well. she welcomes it with jaws spread wide in a beastly, salivating grin. “ and i’m the monster beneath it. “

the flicker of her ears and slight wag of her tail precedes the barest of nudges from a wet nose to the back of muninn’s hand. eyes still startling green flicker up in knowing — but the moment passes when the wolf throws back her head in a howl. ( sometimes it’s better to let the madness in. )

and maybe it’s not just the chaos that she’s sticking around for.

#sevenswcrds #&. answered; ☾ ❝ what’s a god to a monster? ❞ ☼ #pls forgive the format #I am entirely mobile rip