#@constantdangers

[christinamac1]

Uranium’s Poison Power in Leafy Cheshire 

 Remembering the 14th anniversary of Fukushima, campaigners will begathering and invite people to join them, outside the URENCO plant atCapenhurst in Cheshire on March 11th at 2pm. The continuing nucleardisaster at Fukushima caused by the 2011 tsunami underlines the constantdanger that nuclear presents due to events totally beyond the control ofpower station operators.  Radiation Free Lakeland…

[littlemxtchgirl]

@constantdangers​ ► Wilson:

"everything will be alright" [ mili starters ]

“Ugh... If you say so!”

Willow realizes she’s far too snappy a second too late. Guess this is what spending a whole day underground, barely avoiding rubbles and stones falling from above and being told that ‘burning down the bunnymen wasn’t ethical’ does to you! She doesn’t like it down there. Never did, really. It’s far too dark, far too cold, with way too many things out there to kill them in the worst ways possible.

Still a little bloodied and bruised from their last encounter with a bunch of Worms, Willow sat down, taking a moment to rebuild a spear as the scientist did...  ...man, who knows. Looking at mushrooms or something. Or making some stuff with the science machine they left underground last time.          Science stuff.

If she’s down there, it’s just because of him - and by choice, no less. She hated it, down there, but leaving Wilson on his own, down there, was rarely a good idea. Surely he would’ve walked directly in the Ruins or tried to awaken that damned Toad out of curiosity, or would’ve forgotten to put fireflies in his hat. At least she could carry around an emergency light at any moment... and take care of monsters while he was busy sciencing.

“...if you mean the wounds, it’s nothing. Those stupid worms can’t even bite properly.” she shrugged.  Take two, with a much calmer tone. “Just tell me when you’re ready to go again. I’d rather not stand still for too long, down here.”

[indigestible-webber]

Adjusting (starter for @constantdangers )

After everything, the survivors of the Constant managed to leave behind their harsh world. Everyone had promised to write letters and visit after they went back to their families.

Webber's family had offered to let Wendy stay for a bit, since Webber couldn't go see other children on earth because of his half spider form. After finishing the morning chores, Webber had taken Wendy out in the field by the goat's fenced enclosure to get some fresh air.

"We're happy to see you again, Wendy," Webber said, giving the girl a smile. "Mom and Dad are still getting used to... How we look now so it's nice to be around someone who isn't afraid of spiders."

[cease-starvation]

"Well, actually," Weaver started, lifting a finger, "Coffee is made from seeds from fruit that just look like beans! So technically its seed juice!" --@constantdangers

[Referring to this post: X]

Wire put a hand to her chin, giving it a thought.

" Huh, you know what? You might be right actually. I dunno much about coffee anyway so if it's seed juice then it's seed juice. " She gives a shrug, smiling slightly.

[shadowedmagic]

✋from Wendy :> -- @constantdangers

random acts - accepting

     If he were to be completely honest, the whole... ordeal had left him more than unnerved. It felt as though he wasn’t in his own body when he followed the others to the secondary camp, the bellowing cries of a giant close behind them. Although he smiled on instinct every time someone glanced his way, reassuring the few who noticed his distress that no, no, truly there's no need to worry! It's fine, of course he's fine.

     After all, nobody else seemed to be... concerned by the whole situation, so it’d simply be silly for him to be.

     The thought provoked a startled laugh out of him, quickly covering the sound with a cough. Perhaps he was starting to get used to matters. Not long ago, the mere notion of suggesting that the concept of a towering beast, who desecrated entire forests without blinking and eye, being frightening would be inane... He felt like laughing again, only the memory of those glaring eyes and glinting teeth silenced him, sending a shiver down his spine and leaving him a touch faint.

     Yet, in this hellish world he found himself in, such things seemed to be the norm, if how his companions responded to things was of any indication. To think that a mere couple of them went out to fight the damn thing, as if it were nothing some menial chore!... It all seemed to be more fit for a novel than for real life.

     Perhaps he shouldn't be so shocked. Everything, from the food they ate to the ground they walked upon, felt as though it were straight out of some madman's dream. A fantastical world with a horribly macabre twist, where everything was out for blood and where you could never quite escape the feeling of being watched—

     Warmth grasping his hand startled him out of his quickly spiraling thoughts, his first instinct telling him to get away get away get away was abruptly silenced as soon as he realized who it was that approached him.

      Wendy.

...his niece, ever the splitting image of Jack's partner. 

     He felt his heart ache at the mystery he was too cowardly to dig into. So many questions he wanted to beg answers for, of how and why she was there, why she was so old or why Abigail was—

     Her hand   ( so much bigger from when he’d first seen it, yet still so, so small )   squeezed his lightly, her piercing gaze   ( no child should have such a haunted look )   turning up towards him, unreadable. 

     William wasn't quite sure what she saw, what she had seen to call for her action. Once, a long time ago, he and Jack could always tell when the other was upset, perhaps she...? 

     It didn't matter, what mattered was that he should be the one comforting her, not the other way around. Wendy was and would always be the priority, he owed as much to her and to Jack, and it would be a lie to say he hadn’t been enamored the moment Jack had allowed him to carry her and her sister as newborns . So he mustered a light smile, and squeezed her hand back, pushing all of his prior concerns to the back of his mind. Although a touch of embarrassment uncomfortably pricked at his chest, how wrong was he— how much has he yet to learn for his niece to be the one comforting him?

“ Good day, Wendy, ”   he said still smiling.   Get a grip of yourself, William. It wouldn't do to weigh down your own niece with your foolishness,   “ May I help you with anything? ”

[sentient78]

@constantdangers​

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It’s cold. Well, the past few days have been quite cold, with chilly wind and blanketing snow. The bot preferred the crisp days of autumn, where temperature management is more efficient for them and their conductivity increases in cooler weather, but even the bot has limits on just how cold they can get before completely freezing over.

They’re currently huddled by a campfire, cradling a thermal stone in their lap, inching closer to the flames to soak up any bit of heat they can get. Night will fall soon, and the bot has come to learn just how much temperatures plummet in this land’s winter.

Currently alone, they indulge themselves in curling over their stone. The rock glows a soft orange as it slowly heats up. It’s the closest thing WX can have to sticking their hand in the fire for heat, without the damage, of course. 

Their (begrudgingly) human companion is out... somewhere, WX didn’t actually pay attention to where he said he was going because frankly, they didn’t care what he was up to. It was likely just some stupid, menial task that his fleshy brain believes is important.

WX shifts around a few times, attempting to minimize contact with the snow. It’s uncomfortable on its own, but as their chassis heats up, they don’t want to create a potentially dangerous puddle of snowmelt. 

Sigh. Snow is awful.

[salmonidparty]

What Shape Does Your Pain Take?

Sea

You're drowning. A sea of emotions, responsibilities, people, things, everything. You just can't handle it all, you need to escape, but you can't. Even talking to someone and being told it's okay, compliments, nice things people say, it all adds up to drown you further. Guilt, for feeling this way when everyone's being nice and you're not enough.

Will you sink or swim?

A Picture

A picture. A single image reminding you of someone or something you've lost, something you don't want to live without. You can't seem to move on, to accept life has changed, to live again. You're trapped in the picture, in the past. Maybe this was a lost family member or friend, maybe this was a sickness that isn't going away, maybe this was sinking into depression. But you can't help but remember how life was before, how life after will never be the same, and can't help but feel that nothing in the future will be able to fill the hole the past left.

Nothing lasts forever... Right?

Chains

You have chains, keeping you linked to something you'd rather leave behind. Maybe this is a bad family, traumatic event, toxic relationship... But something's keeping you trapped there, and you don't know how to escape it.

You can turn the chain around, to help you instead of trap you... Can't you?

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[constantdangers]

[ werewolfmuses ==> constantdangers 

Added Wheeler, Walani, Walter as muses as well as OCs Wyette and Weaver! ]

[amar-tte]

-Lembrete-

[constantdangers]

visiting-guest​:

((Using starter 11 as inspiration from this post! The Doppelgänger interacting with The Lodger!))

@constantdangers

The house always made odd noises at night. This was to be expected, after all — The old cabin was nearly 60 years old now.

So there was no cause for alarm when a strong storm took out the power in the bedroom.

No cause for alarm when the walls twisted and contorted to reveal a single, staring eye.

And definitely no cause for alarm when footsteps started to ring throughout the house.

Just tricks of the light, the mind playing games it doesn’t understand. All sorts of noises being mimicked by the old foundation filling with rain water. Certainly nothing to lose your nerves over.

Nothing at all.

Even when you hear the footsteps approach,

and a soft,

raspy,

but playful voice rings out.

“You can’t fool me,” It chuckles. “I see the rings under your eyes, and the way you yawn,”

Faded orange hair, sunken pale skin, wide white eyes staring back at you.

“You’re exhausted.” It grins.

Light! Light, he needed light! No--he wouldn’t be able to see them without the darkness! But the breach, his mind reasoned, a breach has wormed it’s way into his walls! The cacophony of creaking and crackling and laughing and stepping between his temples like a chorus from the depths of hell wound it’s way inside of his skull, and his head was pounding like the knocking that plagued the front of his home in the waking hours.

Hands fumbled and shook over the desk for his light bulb tools and materials, lit only by a single orange flame flickering as a breeze swept through the dilapidated labyrinth of a cabin. His poor eyesight wasn’t made for this! The strain was exacerbating the thud thud thud between his ears and he was about to bite through his lip. His breath turned from rapid inhales to a frantic wheeze and then in one fell swoop it disappears completely.

No, no no no no no--!

He spun around faster than his slippers could keep up and his back thundered so hard against the table he felt it reverberate up his spine. Nervous fingers encircled the candle holder and brandished it out into the darkness. Glassy, sleep deprived eyes met the cold mirror of his own and he wished he’d been scared enough for the heart in his chest to stop. 

“You,” He breathed, “I’m not...” A mumble. His eyes snapped shut tightly and for a moment the purple and red are emphasized in the candle light, a wet and hoarse inhale raking through his throat. 

Steady yourself, he reminded his mind. It is nothing more than a bad dream. You are a scientist. Ghosts do no exist. He had been alone for far too long, he reasoned, and he was far too tired. 

Calmer, his expression hardened and he peeled his gaze back open. To his disdain, they were still there. But he faced it nonetheless, one foot shuffling back into the desk but otherwise holding his ground. “You’re not real,” He declared, “A hallucination here to torment the fragility of my mind in wake of my somnolence.” Back to certainty, to bitterness and facts. 

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[littlemxtchgirl]

@constantdangers​:

« i guess this beats freezing to death outside. » from Wilson 🧡🧡

“I mean, almost everything beats that so it doesn’t count!”

She proceeded to eat a small tart after that, grimacing at that. Ugh. More rich people food, surely. Why everything must be so fancy, around here?!

“I don’t knooow. Aren’t parties meant to be fun? I expected some good music at least, it’s been nothing but ragtime for the past hour!”

[surfareis]

Tua - Anavitoria + #constantdanger

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[shadowedmagic]

     see’s gio doing it so clearly i must yoink bc oh hey thats smart— fdsjlk listen

got threads to reply to as the following:       the-valianter-valkyriest ( winter’s feast ) ,  stars-and-atoms ( winter ball ) ,  constantdangers ( wendy n max ) ,  redrosethrone ( survivor max n queen charlie ),  littlemxtchgirl ( bernie )

     and then 2 winters feast gifts from gio     gotta ask sky if he still wants to continue the winter ball thing       and way more asks from various ask memes than i ought to have fdjskl