#everwrote

[arachnidiots-a]

@everwrote  /  ANA  :  SAID ❝ you remind me of myself when i was younger. ❞   TO OW VERSE LIAM

their head tilts up, they’re honored by the sentiment, how could they not be? ana amari is a legend, always have been, and the young vigilante can’t help but think back to the stories they grew up on about her. liam shifts, turning more towards the other. in herself she struggles to find anything that warrants the comparison, instead plainly asking, “how’s that?” 

[avalior]

lyric starter / accepting

“Beauty always comes with dark thoughts.”

@everwrote​ (nyx) | wish i had an angel

[warmaiidensmovingagain]

"i would seek compromise. no one needs to come to harm from my poor decisionmaking." //kratos to freya!

Freya leaned against the table, as she shook her head and looked up at Kratos. "You're judging yourself on your past and what you considered poor," She started softly as she pointed toward one of the realms. "In Vanaheim, you went out of your way not just to help me but save my brother. And you were willing to put aside your troubles of the fates to visit the norms for your son," She stood up and moved over to place her hand up against his shoulder as she turned to look up at him.

"The man I knew three years ago didn't even think of compromise. The fact you are thinking of that now proves it's not poor decision-making but growth in how you view things. Don't sell yourself too short, Kratos," Freya smiled as she tilted her head. "So what do you have planned?"

[holyblcd]

@everwrote asked "not until you tell me what it is that you need to tell me." //kratos to sindri!

gloved hands fiddled NERVOUSLY as the gaze of those brown eyes wandered away, observing everything in the room. everything except the tall man. as much as he cared for the boy and the spartan, the warrior was TERRIFYING. that brutal strength, the cruel honesty, the sharp worps. and not to mention the blood. so much. so disgusting. so FILTHY. a gagging noice almost escaped the dwarf. " i... uh. "

it was not easy, trying to find the right words in a moment like this. sindri could feel the sweat beginning to pearl in his forehead. what he was going to say might as well be the DEATH of him, but kratos needed to know. it was his son after all. " atreus... is gone. " it was the truth. sindri and brok had searched through the whole house several time. they had visited the branches of yggdrasil, but NOTHING had been found. it filled the blacksmith with fear. he cared for young one deeply. if anything had happened to him... he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. the thought of another death in his family... it was too much. " we can't find him. "

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑾𝑰𝑪𝑲 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑵𝑰𝑪𝑳𝑬𝑺 / accepting

[lcevblossomedmoved]

@everwrote asked: ❝ this isn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last. ❞ //from gilgamesh, to makkari!

I don't want to hear it. Makkari signs hastily, a frustrated look forming on her face as she stares at him. She thinks they'd been through this cycle a hundred times over and at this point, she was tired of hearing it. None of them trusted Druig anymore not after he had left that first time. A part of her didn't blame them at least not the first time she'd felt all that pain too the hole in her heart from him leaving but this wasn't the same. He'll be back he wouldn't to this to me- . There's a hesitation in her signing before she takes in a breath. He wouldn't do that to us he'll be back.

[psychiclegacy]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

( REPOST DO NOT REBLOG ! )

○  name: rute

○  pronouns: she/they

○   preference of communication: d/iscord for sure, but if you don't have it/use it we can make tumblr ims work

○    name of muse(s): xavier thorpe (plus two inactive blogs)

○    experience/how long (months/years?): it's been around eleven years now! crazy

○    platforms you’ve used: tumblr and discord

○   best experience: all the lovely people i've met over the years (some of whom i lost touch with) but the memories remain

○    rp pet peeves / dealbreakers: forcing a ship on me (hasn't happened in a long time but still), an all aesthetic no writing "rp" blog, toxic behaviour, cliques, muns that actively ignore ocs (jfc)..

○    fluff, angst, or smut: fluff and angst, no smut

○    plots or memes: both!

○    long or short replies: both, i can't write one liners anymore but -

○    best time to write: in the morning when i get some free time

○    are you like your muse(s): hmm.. more like a mix of wednesday and xavier actually. love for morbid things in literature and murder cases, style and "antisocial" behaviour from wednesday; artsy, daddy issues, just wants to be left alone but holds a few friends from xavier

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[arachnidiots-a]

@everwrote  :   ✐

      ❛  -Good, that’s   …   ❜   Good news.  His expression was one of stony acceptance, fingers tightening on the counter edge. He had to close his eyes at the clarification of  dog walking,  half mortified that it was himself hearing this, half thankful it wasn’t anyone  worse,   ❛   …   yeah. ❜   Behind him, the microwave  dinged.  He used to a rag to take the plate out, unwilling to burn himself out of something as silly as  impatience and walked the pasta dish out to the dining table- to which he had to set down on a precarious edge, freeing his hands to move some of the  clutter  that had overtaken its surface. Some books got put on the other remaining chairs and papers had shuffled into a disorganized pile, and once there was space, Marc centered the plate just a  hair  better, utensils and all, and motioned towards it.        ❛   Go on, eat. Did you want some water, too?   ❜

“yeah well y’know- uh, it helps with rent i guess— bills.” he nodded his head, as if by adding the detail of bills somehow made him sound older, more mature, than he actually was. “who doesn’t love dogs? that’s just weird.” he doesn’t really see it as a job most days, and if he hadn’t needed the money, he probably wouldn’t take it. shuffling around the room, he moves closer and takes a seat. the smell hits peter just as he sits, and it’s only then does the hunger in his stomach finally reignite. it grumbles, filling the otherwise silence between them. “thank you, for the the food and the-“ he motions at his head, even though marc really hasn’t done much for that. “i appreciate it, a lot.” he lifts a fork, poking at the pasta before taking a curious bite. it’s food. it’s enough for him. “so are you like… a uh- mummy ? or…”

[bledf1rst]

#OOC / i'm gonna play a couple games and then work on my oldest drafts???? there's like three of them i have back when i still had everwrote LMAO

[holyblcd]

@everwrote asked ❛ I’ve learned through bitter experience that an anonymous invitation is not to be trifled with. ❜ //kratos to mimir!

" aye, you're RIGHT about that brother. " it was difficult, knowing one's intention in an anonymous letter. heck, it was hard even knowing one's intention in an invitation from someone who didn't hide in the shadows. few could be trusted, especially THESE days. the goddess of war wished to see them dead (by her own hands). then there was the all-father with all his promises, or rather, lies, trying to manipulate the poor lad. last but not least, fimbulwinter. the beginning of the end. a never ending SHITSHOW really. " why can it never be an invitation to a great fiest? no murdering, no blood, no hidden agenda. that would be bloody nice for a change. "

GLASS ONION: A KNIVES OUT MYSTERY (2022) SENTENCE STARTERS / accepting

[lcevblossomedmoved]

@everwrote asked: [ SANCTUARY ] //eugene to helena!

"Yoko I swear if you want an excuse to talk to Divina just text her. You don't need to keep leaving your sweater over here like some-" Helena starts to say as they swing the door open. They look out the door and finds Eugene instead which was unexpected. "Umm hey.... is everything alright? It's pretty late shouldn't you be in your own room?" It wasn't that she didn't want him there it was just late and they didn't exactly talk often.

[arachnidiots-a]

@everwrote  /  ALEX  :  SAID “ you know, i reckon our bond is definitely strong enough to endure whatever it is that you need to get off your chest. “  // TO PETER

sitting hunched over, he takes a couple more deep breaths, weighing the heavy choice before him— the truth of spider-man. the silence is thick between them. the gears are racing in thought. he can tell alex, he can tell anybody TECHNICALLY, but he’s been down that road before. it was miserable, and those around him suffered just as much. how could he put anyone else through that?

peter values how little he’s managed to collect. despite the rough adjustment to total independence, he’s managed to scrape by and find a select few who he can feel he doesn’t have to keep at complete bay. alex included. he shook off the impulse. leaning backwards to rest on his elbows, “just work, y’know?”

[avalior]

everwrote​:

There was a tilt of her chin in his direction, curiousity lurking within her auspicious gaze, “ how dark are we speaking of? ”

“Shouldn’t you know, Night-Keeper?” Venom flecked harsh, cool words; venom not for her, not for true, but for another. The memory of laughter, pealing like bells, jangled Adonis’ raw and tattered nerves, the ghost of hair all shades of gold and dark tangling deep into the meat of him, threatening to choke his furious pounding heart -- yet She was not she, the ghoul of Venus no more present in Nyx than fungi claimed to be a flower. The warrior’s hands flexed, desperate for the firm weight of a stave. “Or does Beauty lie to you too?” A snarling rictus grin flashed then, too white, too sharp-toothed. “You would not be the first that has happened to.”

[holyblcd]

► WHAT DO YOU WISH YOU COULD SAY?

" everyone else is more important than me."

you're deathly afraid of being selfish. you're also deathly afraid of being forgotten. all you want is to be somebody's favorite person, but that feels like a far off dream. you try and make yourself interesting so that people stick around you. it doesn't feel like that's working. you want to hang out more with your friends, but it seems like they're always busy or that they have better friends than you.

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