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[mezzanotte]

OPEN POST REDUX ① How this lot usually works. Leave me a prompt. An image, a quote, a sound - a scene and if it clicks we'll play it out, do a sort of really relaxed mini-verse/psl or whatever you wanna call it. Anything goes. If this is something gen, crack, crossovers, aus, something shippy or a kink - go right on. If we like it enough, we could make it a verse or smthng. ② Usual disclaimer of i am a turtle forever and ever ( feel free to nudge me about our thread if I am taking too long ) ③ My whole muselist is up for grabs. If you're looking for someone in specific leave it in the subject line. Less active muses may take longer to reply to; also see muse strength. OCs are also up for grabs.

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gimme annyooonneee

[allures]

[observe]

[ sherlock is in the midst of a high on the floor in his shitty flat in london. he's partying, the theoretical spliff ( or was it e or coke - he can't recall anymore ) he took with a complete stranger is taking it's toll. above him the ceiling is dancing. the cracks are looking like waves and above him stands an ocean of acrylics. he's older than the girl, but he honestly doesn't trust himself to be in a state or anything outside of that.

he brought her into the flat. maybe because she was interesting. maybe because she looked like she had a few things she wanted to forget. either way, the invitation came before the inquiry on her name.

( he's forgotten it at this point, just like how he's forgotten how to walk )

the cool of an english morning is coating the room in a soft glow and holmes hates it. how its making the colors dance. ]

Do you ever wonder if you'll just stop thinking one day?

[ he inquires conversationally. ]

elementary sherlock OR ANYONE WHO STRIKES YOUR FANCY

[shooteverything]

ELEMENTARRRRY SHERLOCK IT IS.

[observe]

Do you know how easy it is to suss out a violent man in a crowd?

[ Sherlock says without thinking twice. He's got a cigarette ( or a joint, at this point he can't tell the difference ) wedged between his teeth. He brings it up because he notices a slight bruising on the edges of Heine's knuckles. He brings it up when he notices the callouses one can form from holding a gun too hard. His mind ( as afloat as it is ) doesn't jump to the conclusion of 'criminal' just yet. ]

There's a few subtleties, I'd imagine.

[ grinning like a cat that's just fallen off the couch. ]

for robb stark

[ursaminors]

for Sherlock Holmes of the NYC brownstone

[blends]

[observe]

[ somewhere in new york, there is a heist. a pollock is stolen from the met and holmes is requested by gregson to be hot on the case. a sniffer dog in charge of finding out who has what is essentially arcyrlic jizz on a black canvas.

( he appreciates other masterpieces, rapheal, turner, warhol even - but pollock is a man with a temperament. too chaotic for his tempered mind. )

he goes on a goose chase. a run around trying to piece butchered up security camera files together and going through eye witness accounts of the homeless blokes he speaks with. until he puts two and two together and realizes that what he has there is a forgery. a recreation. and for once holmes is impressed.

he manages to track the other man down to a flat in the city, just before eames arrives. there's a piano. although it doesn't always seem to be used, considering the small blanket of dust now covering holmes' fingers. while he's waiting for the thief he sits down to play a melancholic rendition of problems on the piano. ]

robb stark king of the butts

[seamonster]

❝and what does anyone know about traitors, or why judas did what he did?❞

NO OMG LEAVE ME HERE TO DIEEE. I AM PUTTING ON SOME SNOW PATROL JSYK

[robb]

[ lord eddard is a second father to me, i do so swear. robb remembers the words clearly. they dance against his memory and they cut sharp. sharper than the sword they're preparing for him in the other room. robb has marched his troops back to winterfell. he knows - the fact burns on the back of his throat, acerbic - that the starks are not entirely innocent for what had happened in king robert's rebellion. robb knows that theon was as much of a hostage as he was a ward but he cannot find the line where he had stepped to make theon hate them. the seize on king's landing could wait - how would he return arya and sansa home if there was nothing left for them?

( robb was all the north had left. )

we've taken him, your grace - his bannermen had said with hushed voices. we've captured theon greyjoy. robb was waiting for the man's arrival. he was pacing. trying to find the words to say. reciting a script in his head. he wanted blood. justice. a reason. a dozen things that only theon could provide. robb makes arrangements. a tent in the camp instead of a cage. he should hate theon as much as jamie lannister, he should give him worse - but there's something about old ties that make the king wish for privacy. he does not wear his crown to the execution.

theon is restrained, in shackles and chains that hang above his head. two of his bannermen sit outside the tent. robb stands before him. expression cold and mouth drawn into a thin line. ]

I told them to spare you, Greyjoy. That I would have your head myself.

for one of your sherlocks

[unfocused]

don't even play

[redvest]

m-modern au? IDK HOW THIS EVEN WORKS

[patriotical]

[ they meet when the avengers have a job in france. it's mostly tony's idea, really. to go drinking. steve's protested, about his metabolism and not being able to drink - but he didn't hear a word of it. it's a swanky bar called the ABC cafe and they're all out of the clock and out of uniform.

he ends up chatting up a young blonde, as he waits to go babysit. he's charming and determined, and far too serious. the way that nat is far too serious at times. then steve actually gets him to smile and the whole room lights up and he feels oddly accomplished. somehow along the way the topic of patriotism gets involved and then there's spark in enjolras that lights up and captain america seems meek in comparison.

so steve decides to man up the courage. not that he's ever asked anyone ever. ]

Are you doing anything tonight?

{ it's not stark smooth, but he hopes he'll say yes. ]

I literally just stole someone's instagram picture for this i hope you're happy

[buckery]

Robb goes where?

TEMPORARY ACCOUNT UNTIL I ROLL OUT A MODERN AU Journal and YOU SPOIL ME SOOOO.

[robb]

[ its his dad's idea. mostly. to come work for the baratheon's in the long summer. there's an instinctive part of robb that knows this is just to keep him binge drinking with theon, small jon and darcy. he's on break from college and he's supposed to be allowed to let loose a little. but ned stark has always held a tight leash so he concedes.

besides, the baratheon's are family friends. even if uncle robert's nephew is a giant shit and he'd really rather like to replace his floor tiling with legos.

( sansa's tumblr has a hashtag of #joffrey: prettiest prince and that just gives robb more incentive to want nothing to do with him. )

so this is how he ends up cleaning the pool. he's in nothing but a pair of swim shorts and he's wielding the lengthy pool net like a spear. his whole body is damp as he tries to fish leaves from the water. it's only then when he looks up, that he notices one of the baratheon brothers by the pool. renly is a little closer in age, so robb can drop the prefix of "mr." entirely. ]

Renly. [ he says smoothly. ]

I didn't know you were in town.

will graham

[filthyworld]

SO CANON BLIND IT HURTS. TELL ME IF THIS WORKS.

[fasted]

[ will is investigating tate's murder. he is standing in the middle of the room. the scratches on the floor, the way the blood is spilled across the wood and the nearby bullet holes are simple enough to step into the role.

in his head he is assuming the role of the swat officer. he holds the murder weapon against his hands. the weight of the gun a little more comfortable. he reenacts it. follows steps as they play. over and over.

tate langdon may have been dangerous, but it's a grey area and will asked too see what made the officer push. it's consulting work more than anything. it's jack crawford seeing if will is the real thing. ]

I am worried.

[ he says to the room. ]

I am anxious.

[ he points the gun to where tate died. ]

I feel like I am doing the right thing.

[ it takes all he can not to pull the trigger. he can visualise tate. visualise his fear, the moment that flashes in your eyes before it all ends. visualise the pit in his stomach where all hope is drained away. visualise the bullet pulling in and out of him. he can feel his finger at the trigger ready to pull. ]

This is my design.

s t e b e

[solidrighthook]

oh take me back to the start

[patriotical]

[ fury doesn't tell him that peggy is alive until after the chitauri are done and dealt with. he's a man of secrets - steve knows this - but withholding that sort of information is enough to rile steve up. he punches fury square in the jaw and he doesn't hesitate to grip him by the collar and demand peggy's location.

how could you is all he thinks but he calms when her address is given to him in an updated version of agent carter's file. he doesn't hesitate. it's an hour drive on his bike through the bustling streets of manhattan down to a quieter side of town. he picks up a bouquet he was eying for her grave and decides it will look better in her arms.

when he arrives - his heart feels like it's trapped inside his ribcage. pounding. suddenly - he's 24 instead of 91 and all he can think about is the first he saw her. beautiful and capable of holding her own against a platoon of cocky jocks who didn't see her as anything more than a pretty face. how of all the dames in the world he's looked at - she's the only one who's ever looked back. she saw him for who he was before the serum and she waited for him.

he rings the door bell and waits. he knows the wait between her answering the door and what she went through will never measure, but it feels like lifetimes none the less. ]

also whOOPS GIMME SOME OF DAT DERE SANCTUM NPC I'LL TAKE ANY

[cucurri]

just don't screw up

[morbus]

[ kilo is removed from duty and alpha has to name a new callsign.

kilo's not the first guy he's lost; but, there was something about what happened in that mission that left him with a sharp and aching pang of guilt. it's too soon, he thinks - we don't even know if he's really gone. now he has to choke that aside and focus on the future. the good of the sanctum. do his damn job and give emily some pretty warm shoes she needs to fill.

it's been less then 12 hours since they've gotten back from the outpost and how tired he is is starting to weigh on him. the goldstien's are running him hard with the upcoming project - something about porting people from other worlds - and he's got phases to plan and tomorrow is just another day in the dome. ]

Emily - you got a minute?

{ he catches her at her desk. he makes it a point to know everyone's name. he doesn't know how to break it - doesn't know if they knew each other -]

Nevan Reid, Kilo - passed away on the recon mission. We have space for another callsign if you're thinking of getting up on rank.

HEY JULYA I HEARD YOU NEEDED MORE TAGS

[perzys]

in which daenerys abandons her bid across the narrow sea
to warn robb stark of the future she has seen

[robb]

[ there was rumor that robert baratheon had wanted to kill the targaryen girl when she'd been in an infant. when he meets her the first time his first instinct is to wonder what his lord father would think of her. robb has always been dutiful; honour and ways bound to the north. he walked his father's footsteps with pride.

the starks had rebelled against her family. storm's end and the north were one of the first places to take arms against the mad king's reign. they marched to king's landing with an army - as the khaleesi did to riverrun now. robb meets her - a few miles south of his mother's house to discuss terms with her. ]

You come a long way, Lady Daenerys.

[ her army is intimidating. men from essos, built like giants and waves of the unsullied at her command. her dragons are even worse, but he refuses to stand down. grey wind hangs at his side, snarling at the sight before him. ]

seriously tho

[perzys]

Not really sure how to feel about it
Something in the way you move
Makes me feel like I can't live without you
It takes me all the way, I want you to stay

OKAY I'M DONE NOW pick one or idk however many you want but you don't have to get all of these <3

[perzys]

º

He said, "I see you now, and you are so very young But I've seen more battles lost than I have battles won And I've got this intuition, says it's all for your fun And now will you tell me why?" The young queen, she fixed him with an arrogant eye She said, "You won't understand, and you may as well not try" But her face was a child's, and he thought she would cry But she closed herself up like a fan. And she said, "I've swallowed a secret burning thread It cuts me inside, and often I've bled"

º

mike. you had to know this was coming.

[drainedaway]

[maraud]

[ she's tried to keep him off the edge. keep him from breaking. but then a mission goes really bad and even she needs time to breath. mike should know better. she's head of goddamn dome security. she deals with people dying every goddamn day and yet it still takes it's toll.

she gives into cas' initial offer. the air thick with sticky and sweet smoke. she's off duty anyway. she exhales a puff of air, feeling the buzz and her limbs turn to liquid. it's her first time trying a joint. it's ancient earth stuff but it does the job. she hands him the joint, slipping it back between his fingers.

she's sitting on cas' lap. skirt hiked up but still in her bra. her hair's undone from it's ponytail. ]

Fuck. My legs feel like jell-o.

stebearoni.

[hibernis]

oops my bad yo

[eclipsis]

she destroyed him, piece by piece

look eri donated me a journal name 8'D this is obv how to celebrate

[intangible]

Pass me that lovely little gun
My dear, my darling one
The cleaners are coming, one by one
You don't even want to let them start

They are knocking now upon your door
They measure the room, they know the score
They're mopping up the butcher's floor
Of your broken little hearts

it's allison/allison tiiiime o: pick whichever side you wanna play out bb i'll take the other [:<

[sagittae]

who do you think 8( set whenever wherever idc

[solidrighthook]

I'm out of touch, I'm out of love
I'll pick you up when you're getting down
And out of all these things I've done I think I love you better now

i'm going to give you like fifty million pick whichever ones work & GIVE ME WHOEVER

[surgo]

we'll paint it red to fit right in