#and you will go to mykonos ( lucy snow )

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“Some of us are just doomed to be short forever.” 

She’s absolutely going to be dramatic today. 

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“ ... Why do you even invite him to these things? He just freaks everyone out.”

[staticfog]

“If you take him out at the knees, he won’t be able to run away!” 

[salamadersaurus-rex]

Vas hadn’t told her where she was going. It’d all been so quick, Lucy and Alex bundling her into the van, shoving her into the animus and she didn’t know if Lena grabbing at her wrists was to hold her down or check her pulse when she slipped under.

She’s learned to tell her ancestors apart by now. She’s in Ovtavius’ body, his big, bulky shoulders hunched over under a heavy cloak. Maggie shivers, flakes of snow drifting into the ashes of the fire at her feet.

“Centurion!”

Maggie turns her head. Octavius’ neck is stiff. He must have been sat here a long time.

A scout trips through the snow drift towards her, his light armour jangling. He’s sweating despite the heavy cold.

“Have you found him?” Maggie asks. Her voice cracks.

“Londinium.”

She can see Cratus hovering outside her tent. His leg is braced again. The cold must be getting to the bones. She dismisses the scout, and waves him over.

“Londinium.”

“No way,” Cratus grunts.

“I’ll go alone. Don’t scowl at me.”

Cratus tries to smile. It’s not a good look on him.

“No fucking way,” he grits through his teeth.

“I have to.”

“No you don’t. We could just turn around right now and go back to Rome.”

“I’m no coward, Cratus.”

Cratus sighs. “I wish you were.”

Maggie reaches out, cups Cratus’ cheek with Octavius’ large, scarred hand.

“I have to.”

Cratus’ face turns a blotchy red. He turns his back on her.

“Fine,” he says to the snow. “But you come back alive.”

Octavius’ laugh is rough. “I will.”

Maggie feels it like a hook at the base of her spine, digging in and dragging. Lena’s voice echoes in her head, the van roars like a jackhammer, tires squealing, and then she’s out.

Maggie chokes, rolls out of the animus and lands with a smack on the rumbling van floor.

“Luce you’ve really gotten worse at driving since we’ve been on the run.”

A sweaty palm grabs her arm and pulls her up.

“Alex is driving.”

“That makes more sense.”

Lucy is bleeding. A deep cut to her chin, thin scrapes and gashes from crashing to the runway tarmac in Frankfurt.

“We’ve already been to London,” Maggie tosses over her shoulder in Lena’s general direction, still looking at Lucy.

“Shit. I’m sorry Maggie, we had to just throw you in.”

Vas’ voice cracks tiredly when they say, “My gut still says Nassau.”

Lucy whines. “Please no. I had scurvy for a month in Nassau.”

“Make Mary eat some fucking fruit then,” Vas grumbles.

Alex’s voice crackles over the comms. “No fighting in the back of my truck.”

Maggie sighs and sinks into a squat next to Lucy. The two women lean into each other. None of them have slept since Mykonos, not even staying in the animus long enough for their bodies to rest.

“We need to stop.”

Kara is curled under a blanket at the far end of the van. The lights of the animus throw her face into sharp relief. She looks haunted, dark circles under her red rimmed eyes. Maggie’s heart aches at the sight, but she knows there’s nothing that will comfort Kara. Nothing except going back.

“We can’t,” Alex whispers over the comms.

“I don’t want to run anymore.” Kara’s voice wobbles.

“We’ll get her out.” It’s Lucy who pipes up. Maggie finds her hand in the shadows, squeezes. “I don’t say that lightly, Kara. Astra saved our lives. We’ll get her out.”

“But how-“

“FUCK!”

Maggie is thrown into Lucy when the van swerves, engine struggling as Alex floors it, and the two of them tumble to the floor.

“Alex?”

“It’s CADMUS. Shit, how did they find us so fast?”

“The little fuckers are everywhere,” Lucy gripes. “Like cockroaches. Or lice.” She clicks the safety off her rifle. “Time to get these assholes out of my hair.”

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Picrew

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“Don’t scare that poor little monkey! You’re all so mean!” 

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Unprompted - Always Accepting

@xscoobysnacks​ asked: "Man, I wonder what kinda groovy things you see with those." (-Shaggy for Lucy, referring to her glasses?)

Thank you! Please ask before continuing.

In that moment, Lucy has her own little “When in Rome” reaction - or rather, a “When in Silent Hill” reaction. 

“Oh, they’re just normal glasses! I need them to see anything, unless I want my surroundings to be blurry. But ... I’m pretty sure I can still see Melon without them on, so it’s probably not my glasses ... ”

And just like that, her backpack is opened, and a shadowy, moaning, bird-like mass begins to climb out.

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Picrew

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“If Hilly made sloth brownies, they’d probably turn you into sloths.”

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Starter for @automaton-otto

"Otto, hey! Wait up!"

Lucy sounds cheerful, though she's currently chosen to forego her cane, and even that steel pipe she'd taken from that town, in favor of a wheelchair -

A sign that her old injury is truly acting up.

"It's been a while! What are you up to today? If you're not too busy, I'm actually on my way to the antique store if you want to come."

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Starter for @thelittlestdemon​ 

Lucy strolls through the fog, watching as Melancholia flaps along ahead of her. As a technical denizen of the town, the bird-like entity naturally fits in well in the dreary, foggy streets - and even though they’ll always return to Lucy’s side, tied to her as they are, she knows it’s good for them to visit their roots once in a while.

As the pair move along, however, Lucy finds herself briefly distracted by the appearance of a familiar face. 

“Shylow! Hey!” She waves, taking a few steps towards the young demon. “Are you here to explore, too? ... Well, I’m not here just to explore. Melon wanted to run around, and she has more places to go here.”

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@jedigeki - Cont. ~ X

Lucy's hidden away, but she knows it’s not long until the Wampa finds her. Hence why she’s been frantically calling for aid, and how relieved she is when a voice actually responds to her transmission.

“Quiet! Don’t be too loud,” Lucy says, her own voice a harsh whisper. “I’m on Hoth, a Wampa is stalking me -” She lists her coordinates - “Is there any way you can help? I’m in no condition to fight this thing.” 

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

animal: cockatiel.

colour: pink. 

month: july.

song: fleet foxes - “mykonos” 

number: twenty-one (21).  

day or night: day. 

plant: palm trees. 

smell: millet seed.

gemstone: agate. 

season: summer. 

place: the beach.

food: strawberries and watermelon.   

sign: capricorn. 

element: water. 

drink: strawberry milkshake. 

tagged by - @katsubou​ ( thank you! )

tagging - @xfaucheuse @automaton-otto ( otto ) @cosmoscourge​ ( anakin ) @pinevalley​ ( cassie ) @thelittlestdemon ( shylow ) @rubiesintherough​ ( elise )

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Picrew

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Paranormal & Supernatural Encounters Starters - Accepting

@blazkowicztm​ asked: "This altar look like it's been recently used, or am I seeing things?" ( for Lucy mayhaps?)

“Hm? Oh, no, you’re not seeing things. There’s a cult here.”

Lucy’s tone is perhaps alarmingly nonchalant, which is added to by how swiftly she flips through one of the church’s pamphlets. Silent Hill is, after all, filled with old documents and books and the like, as well as monsters, permanent fog, destroyed streets, occult activity ...

All of which had once alarmed her immensely. 

Lucy, however, has already done her time in the sentient town, so she can now come and go as she pleases.

“Are you new, by any chance? If so, now’s, ah, your time to ask questions. You ... won’t be able to leave for a while.” 

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Tagged by: @nightilex​ ( thank you!! ) Tagging: @dokuhebi​ @aiitherios​ ( leni ) @ramenthings​ @shikkotsunin​ @bestninjaclub​ ( hinata ) @needlcss​ ( deidara ) @earthssprout​ @peepingtoad​ @markedmuses​ ( ingvar ) @thelittlestdemon​ ( shylow ) @pinevalley​ ( cassie ) @cosmoscourge​ ( anakin ) @maitiest​ ( lee ) @tenebrosity-and-luminosity​ ( the batter ) and tagging you back for @deathandtaxes​​ ( kakuzu )

honestly i focused on tagging people who’d written with kabu or the luce but like. just say i tagged yoooou, it’s fun!! 

create a playlist that encompasses your muse using only the letters of your url (multi-muses, specify which muse(s) each song makes you think of). post your playlist in a new post!

Songs that influence how I write Kabuto 

Red Like Roses ; Caleb Hyles feat. Casey Lee Williams  Again ; Crusher-P feat. Gumi English  I Have To Let You Go ; Nightwish Crybaby ; Kensuke Ushio Heart’s A Mess ; Gotye Organ Donor ; Jeremy Messersmith  O.R.T. ; Akira Yamaoka feat. Mary Elizabeth McGlynn  Sanctuary ; Shelby Merry  El Mañana ; Gorillaz 

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Songs that inspired my creation and further development of Lucy 

Riding With Private Malone ; David Ball  Alice ; Lady Gaga It’s My Life ; Bon Jovi California Dreamin’ ; The Mamas and The Papas Hazy Shade Of Winter ; The Bangles  O-O-H Child ; Paul Stanley’s Soul Station  Overdose Delusion ;  Akira Yamaoka Snow (Hey Oh) ; Red Hot Chili Peppers  The Embrace ; AFI