#cannotfly

[andtheylive]

🔥 + the general ✨rpc✨

there’s been a big push for writing on discord lately; i’ve often seen people leave this site for writing privately, and i understand that! i did it myself for a few years. but hot damn …

where is everybody??? it’s dead as hell in sooooo many patches of the rpc scene, and it genuinely bums me out! i know i’ve been off and on the site over the years, but genuinely idk what i’ll do if i ever get to a point where i come back and all my fave blogs have moved on.

as much as i love privately writing with friends …. i also love having this space! i love having my lil aesthetics, my lil corner where i can scream (hehe, scream) about my muses + their dynamics with other muses, and other people like it. it feels good!

the tumblr rpc has always been fucked; i’ve seen people get chased off, people take inconsequential drama WAAAAY too seriously, predators spin themselves a web in certain corners. not to mention tumblr itself is a busted af website but …… i kinda like it!!!! and i like returning to all my friends on this lil blue hell app after taking a break.

[borndie]

@cannotfly liked for a starter ( for riff )

Everything hurts. It’s his own fault for sneaking out. He needed to, though. He couldn’t go any longer without seeing Johanna. He’d promised her last night that he’d go back to her. She was probably worried about him. Riff hopes she’s worried about him. He hopes she’s missing him. He finds her house easily enough and stares up at it. “Johanna!” He wishes he had a better way of getting her attention than yelling at her window. “Johanna!”

[widowshill]

i may not know much about dark shadows but what i do know is that when victoria winters shows up on my dash, she will look tormented 9 times out of 10 and i love it

victoria winters in summary tbh

[luckhissoul]

@cannotfly sent from this - 😢 - for my muse to be caught crying .

she looks like she had been crying. and really all he has to do is walk on, right? her mentor will take care of that. she always has high praise for art. like he would scoop her up and out of the arena once the games happened. maybe he was that good of a guy. mat wouldn't know. shame for him if he is, being sucked into this all over again. but unfortunately just then no one's around. she looks like she'd be crying. he pauses then, stopping to give her a look. his eyes move over her and then he lets out a regretful sigh before he goes to sit next to her.

"hey…." he says as he moves to sit net to her. he reaches his hand out to settle it on her back. it feels a little awkward doing that. he hardly knows the girl. "…you know it's not so bad here. i mean, not until the arena." he never said he was any good at this sort of thing. he withdraws his head. looking away from her and at the hall, where no one was passing. well, he should've just walked on. eventually someone would've come and he could've spared himself the time.

[anyfight]

@cannotfly (JOHANNA)

He'd gotten his family up early that Sunday. They normally came down from the lighthouse with enough time for her to enter her church nearly the same as everyone else in town.

Today, however, he had made them get up and get there before everyone. He'd dropped Johanna at the church and put her toddler over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, confirming that he had her, and simply pointed back towards the church as he walked off with her daughter.

He'd come back when the service had ended, Laura had fallen asleep in the buggy. "You pointed out that green bird in that magazine a yours. One that talks an' all." he said as he walked with her back towards the buggy.

"Sure as hell couldn't get my hands on that. So these'll have to do." he turned then and pulled two tiny chicks that he'd been hiding in his coat. he had had to get to the farmer before they themselves left for church.

She didn't like gifts or flowers. Maybe the little birds would be good enough. "Beans said she'd want them if they ain't good 'nough." he put his hands in his pockets , half expecting her to give the gift of those two little chickens back to him. "You'd been sayin' you was lonely. can't be lonely with all that peepin'. "

[videoartiste]

episode ## ft @cannotfly "did you see anything that happened here tonight?" fuck, she's late to the goddamn scene. everyone one else on this block have already given their story to the bigger guys, she can't compete. fucking vultures. "can you tell me anything?"

[amantesmultorum]

@cannotfly plotted for a thing

" We can run away tonight, Johanna, I can STEAL you away right now ! We can hide until it is safe and marry then. " He would hide her away, only to save her from the Judge, he would protect her until he could properly show her the world. He just wanted to be with her, all she had to do was say the word and he would sneak her out this window.

" I can make all the plans, and then we can sail away if you would like. "

[trailnapped]

hello, pioneer! @cannotfly "what do you mean you don't celebrate halloween?" she sits cross-legged with a bag of early loot on her lap. this is supposed to be for the trick-or-treaters, but daddy should know better than buying their lot so early. this must be for the dikrats children.

"haven't you ever been trick-r-treating?"

[heygutlcssa]

@cannotfly (JOHANNA)

" Don't touch me." He said darkly, quietly. " Got figure out how to do it without you. Ain't like your gone a be here." It's the most he's said in the last several hours. Now he'd met this Anthony. Like she said he was damn near perfect.

He was, in her own words, terribly good. It was hard to hate someone who only had the best intentions and a limitless pool of patience. Even Riff's most standoffish nature ( he couldn't rightly bark at that man, as much as he wanted to, without upsetting Johanna) he seemed perfectly amiable and oblivious to anything but Johanna. Even Riff could tell that the love Johanna seemed to emanate with joy were mutual.

They had so much of their lives together...Riff never expected that to change. He expected life's struggle to go on. If she was beside him then it wasn't all bad. He wanted to keep kissing her good morning and come home to her at the end of a long day. He wanted to stay under the same rented roof with her. He wanted things to progress in the slow and peaceful manner they had been. Linking fingers to holding hands, sleeping side by side, ... he felt the same joy she showed now whenever they kissed, even if it was only ever her cheek. He couldn't blame her for such a pace. They'd both come from the worst of circumstances. He'd seen girls like her before. At least Johanna was still here to talk about it.

The first time he told her he loved her was late at night, hidden and tucked away together when they shouldn't have been. She could sleep and he was keeping her nightmares away. The second time was when she begged him to never jump again. When she had come down to the ward they'd put him in when he hadn't died. He'd promised her...but what good was a promise if she was breaking her own? It never occurred to him that the feeling wasn't mutual. Forever, as that was what was promised, was a lie. he'd said it again when she first told him how she felt for Anthony.

He had so many questions swirling around in his head. He had so many reasons she should stay. They might not be married the way she wanted with Anthony... but he'd always thought she was his wife. That they had stayed together through it all for that very reason.

"Married on Monday." He said in that same hollow tone. " then a week after that you'll both be in fuckin' France. " he'd get up on his own. He had to. He was losing her. She'd promised that he wouldn't.

She'd been there when he'd jumped. When they took Joe from him. When Saorise left.

Now she was leaving too. He could scream. He could run her through. he could throw a fist in Anthony's face. He could grab a hold of her skirts and beg to fix whatever wrong he had done that she should wish to leave him alone in the world. He'd told her three times before that he'd loved her. Would a fourth make a difference?

It was a difficult process with several tries to make himself stand. He'd rather feel the pain in his back than the pain in his chest at the thought of all of this.

" Someone's got to let the landlord know we...that this place is gone a be vacant in a week." What did it matter? What could it matter? Married on Monday. lost on Monday. What was the point? She'd be gone come Monday.

[thisshadeofred]

I’ll just be in the other room. / mac

Mac's breathing is raspy, and she's exhausted. Anthony already had to carry her from the couch to her bed. What had started as some sniffles and a headache on Tuesday morning had blossomed into a full array of flu symptoms by Thursday noon. Despite her better judgement she had trudge through her classes, taken her organic chemistry exam, and sat through her nursing classes. But enough was enough. She had already emailed her professors for tomorrow and found coverage for her shift on Saturday.

Mac needed to rest.

She didn't even make it to dinner time before falling asleep on the couch. Johanna had been playing with her hair, her cool fingers against her hot forehead soothing her to sleep. The next thing she knew, Anthony was carrying her to her bed and Johanna was covering her with her blanket. "'m sorry 'm so much trouble," she mumbled, a bit disoriented. "Should have listened and stayed home."

[darlingflight]

@cannotfly liked for a starter

——— ❛ I NEVER SAID i don't wish to be a lady, ❜ darling girl sulked. her arms crossed. ❛ i want to be a lady and an adventurer. you can do both. or you should be able to do both. ❜

[borndie]

@cannotfly said i’ve missed you these days. / arthur

“Sorry.” He pulls Johanna into his side and kisses the top of her head. “I’ve been busy.” If busy means going to a casino and wasting all his money, then sure. Arthur’s been busy. He doesn’t really have an excuse for it. He just has to hope Johanna hasn’t noticed anything off. He’s been good at hiding it so far. His tuition money is almost out, though. He’s not sure what he’s going to do once it runs out, but he’ll worry about that later. “I didn’t keep you waiting for too long, did I?”

[widowshill]

top five top fives

TOP FIVE ANYTHING !

edit i definitely misread this question but i enjoyed doing this too much to change it

1. the dave clark five

2. the firehouse five plus two

3. and, the firefly five plus lou

4. the count five.

5. dolly parton's acclaimed single "9 to 5" released november 3, 1980

[luckhissoul]

@cannotfly sent from this - accepting - 🤗 - to hug your muse .

she had looked exhausted, she always seemed to be. like she was a hair line away from simply passing out. maybe she was just a frail thing. he wasn't sure why he thought about it, what made it cross his mind on the ride home. that he stopped and picked up some food. headed on over to her place, it's still early enough, he thinks. not that he knows what time a baby sleeps at. but he knocks anyways, thinking that maybe she's going to come to the door only bite his head off or something for waking the baby.

when the door opens he holds up the bags of food. "i wasn't sure what you'd like so i got - well, half the bloody menu." he says with a small breath of a laugh. suddenly feeling a wash of nerves as he looks down into her wide eyes. his smile lingers, eyes going over her small face. "can i come in?" he asks before she moves in a little closer to him and he's not sure what happened. did he hug her first? did she do it first? but he puts his arms around her as well - the side of his face against the top of her hair. it's a short moment, a strange sort of softness, a warmth he briefly closes his eyes on. something to get used to. he lets out another laugh. "i don't want to drop the food."

[flownintothesun]

 ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ───    𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐬. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞. 𝐢𝐝𝐤 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 𝐢 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐫 𝐢'𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠/𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

                                  ⋆ ✰ ⋆ ─── 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬. ( @cannotfly )

       𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 — for this lovely message, and for being so consistently kind to me. ♡  To be completely fair, Marin and Westley do have siren verses, hmm. And because of Nonny, we are rather immersed in Fey vibes. So, it’s a possibility :). I am quite happy with at least the aesthetic of this space, so I’m glad that you enjoy it too and it makes me incredibly happy that my posts and little stories transport you away because I think that’s the ultimate goal for writers. For what it’s worth, I see this a lot with you and Johanna as well. Your aesthetics are lovely and all of your posts for her whether they’re headcanons or writing are just so well thought out. I think it’s truly magical when someone can take a canon character and make them their own and just leave us with so much more than canon ever thought to. I saw Sweeney (the movie) forever ago, but when I think of Johanna it’s always yours that comes to mind. Also, Greatest Showman mentions get a bonus heart: ♡. The feeling is very mutual.

[avilionea]

@cannotfly (JOHANNA)

Laurie had been on edge all day. His usual outgoing and rather jovial self was replaced with irritability and a rather cross exposition.

He had been looking over his shoulder for most of the day, his calm replaced with an uncharacteristic anxiety.

it was when one of the maids dropped her serving tray that he finally snapped. The loud clatter of the silver tray against the hardwood only enhanced the china shattering as it too slipped off the tray and onto the floor.

His behavior, had he been in control of himself, would not have been as explosive. He had been convinced there was gunfire. He was certain he was fighting again and not in his home.

Now, he'd hole himself up under one of the old beds in an even older guestroom. Laurie laid flat on his back trying his best to catch his breath. he couldn't breathe and his heart felt like it might pound up his throat. If it beat any harder it surely would jump from his mouth.

Under the bed it was dark. Under the bed it was quiet. It felt safe there. He was trying to be safe. Mr. Brooke sat on a chair out in the hall, just to be safe while the doctor was sent for, but it would take time for him to get there.