#cartaxus

[muutosarchive]

☽𖤐☾ @cartaxus / / wick verse

she had left management duties up to her trusted concierge. she'd wanted to visit osaka, as -- it's been a long time. & with john wick dead (or so everyone is keen on saying).. it seemed safe enough to venture from her tokyo continental, in order to visit a few dear friends. wishing to attend koji's final ceremony, & wish him well. not to mention check on akira, & ithaca.

face straight, her eyes flicker side to side over the right hand of the concierge. who's still incapacitated, of course. she's curious. "how are you holding up?" she tilts her head whilst lips part in a breath... flicking hair behind her shoulder. "not experiencing too much survivors guilt, are we?"

[ngnwnchstr-arch]

𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴:      ＂      why  are  you  doing  this?      ＂      (  from  juliette!  ) 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁:      @cartaxus 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙲𝙴:      would  you  rather  meme.

ISN’T  THAT  THE  MILLION  DOLLAR  QUESTION?      —      why  does  negan  do  anything  he  does?      this  isn’t  a  life  he  was  necessarily  𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚍  into.      if  anything,    loved  ones  fought  to  keep  him  outta  it;      john  never  visiting,    an  attempt  to  ensure  demons  𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵  darken  brother’s  door.      no,    hunting  didn’t  find  him.      he  found  hunting  and  in  doing  so,      he  found  he  was  pretty  goddamn  fucking  good  at  it  too.      𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴  𝘢  𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳  𝘵𝘰  𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭  𝘢  𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳,    so  that’s  exactly  what  he  became.      not  because  he  had  to,    but      .  .  .          ＂      because.      i.      can.      ＂          each  word  is  emphasized  as  a  separate  sentence,    staring  down  at  the  hell  hound  he’s  got  in  his  grasps.      of  course,    it’s  𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫  than  that.      there’s  lucille  and  a  deal  that  nobody  would  grant.      there’s  grief,    anger,    bitterness.      negan  doesn’t  talk  about  that  though.      never  has,    never  will.      far  easier  to  lose  himself  in  this.          ＂      see,    i’ve  been  having  some  trouble  lately.      i  just  don’t  think  certain  demons  are  taking  me  seriously  and  that  shit  does  not  fly.      so,    i  figure  i  gotta  send  them  a  message  and  you  are  gonna  help  me.      i  hear  you’re  𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢  𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛  with  the  big  guy  in  hell.      up  here  in  the  real  world,    we  call  that  guilty  by  association.      ＂

[tamedgod]

wow. you’ve never been rejected by a woman, have you? -- from ith for xiao, modern vamp verse.

he casts over his shoulder at ithaca, an annoyed expression on his face, as the beautiful woman he'd been speaking with walked off.

❝nice job scaring her off.❞

it was half a jab and half a joke, the dhampir nodding to the bartender behind the counter to bring him another round. her words held a modicum of truth, though; he wasn't often rejected by women. it was an uncommon occurrence for him, and though he typically recovered quickly from it, there was a sting to his pride knowing ith had seen it happen in real time.

❝her loss.❞ he chuckled, resuming his typical cool persona. ❝some women just don't have a working pair of eyes.❞

as the bartender slid the drink in front of him, xiao scooped it up and swallowed it down as quick as it came. clinking the glass back down on the counter, honey hues turn to meet ithaca's amethyst ones.

❝what're you doing here, anyway? thought you'd be out somewhere a little more...❞ he makes a motion towards her with his hand. ❝...your taste.❞

@cartaxus

[detnu-a-h]

[ Debriefing Objective Completed for: @cartaxus ]

Camila and Atom: The Kindred Quietude

The Silent Death and Death's Silence; humanity took everything from them, yet what they received was probably worse than what they lost. Despite that, they got to meet, and their meeting, though bittersweet, might be the one and only thing worth the pain.

On Camila's side, I wanted to show what she has gone through and the "mask" she carries. Even the name Atom knows her by is part of a false identity, a decoration hiding who she was. Her beauty, also, hides the beast she had to face, the things she had to do just to keep herself from outright crumbling. Yet, isn't surviving also a part of breaking down? Because, in the end, the demons do reach out for her during her everyday life, and she still fights in the battlefield, she still faces those demons and the people who summoned them forth. There is no peace, she is always bruised. Somehow, she is still standing, and she is willing to what is needed to continue on. Of course, I also had to highlight her relationship with Atom and how their desires have a mixture of violence and bliss -- blood motif everywhere with these two thanks to the prompts we've exchanged.

On Atom's side, I wanted to show basically the same thing. The "mask" of elegance behind his violent behavior, the only thing he truly knows. The silent suffering he is unaware of, forming scars he can't really notice. Being able to interact with others, he slowly comes face to face with the fact that something is awfully wrong with him and his upbringing. He's alive, but isn't he dead? He wonders this every day now, and he brushes it aside when having to fight on the battlefield. With Camila, he discovers a side to him he didn't know he had. Yes, he had intercourse with many before, all for the sake of his missions, but never truly felt desire towards another, never explored the things that awaken his passion -- not until he got exposed to it with her. So, he explores with her, he is willing to give it a try, and he gives in to the intimacy, to her.

These two are great and I cannot wait to see how everything continues to develop between each other, angst and fluff included.

[ayahimes]

❛ may i have this dance? ❜  — from ithaca, for ayakas acotar verse — yknow they deserve some softness

𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒆 . in fairness , the illyrian was a sight to behold . her porcelain features made her look ethereal , almost angelic . ayaka wonders if everyone is this beautiful or if ithaca herself sets the standard ; either way she can't help but stare . for years the islands of inazuma were warded with fog ; they kept their borders closed to the rest of prythian . it was a conscious choice for the safety of its people but ayaka much preferred being able to crossover with prythian and all it had to offer . the lavish gathering has all the high lords in one space . the winter court , to celebrate its age old alliance with inazuma , had decided to host it . it feels like home away from home , the mix of company the different variable .

❛ i'd love that , ❜ she says to her excitedly , a hand extending out to grasp the other woman's . she feels eyes upon them , the whispered murmurs of the shirasagi himegimi dancing with the white death . ( let their tongues wag ! let gossipmongers run rampant ! ) they do not know the truths of the beautiful start of this friendship . she allows ithaca to lead them both . carefully and with utmost precision she follows each step . ❛ i find that apart from my high lord and high lady here at the winter court the night court has been the most welcoming , ❜ ayaka says with a smile , ice blue eyes meeting amethyst hues . it's a truth spoken and shared between them , something appreciative as her gaze moves to rhysand and feyre conversing with a rather tall figure with batlike wings . as if he'd noticed her staring he turns . it warrants her attention back on ithaca . she'd had noted how he'd been close to ithaca most of the evening . as they continue to dance she strikes up another conversation , an invitation for herself to travel beyond inazuma . ❛ i'd like to visit sometime ... if you'll have me . ❜

[muutosarchive]

if i kissed you right now, would you be mad? - stevia and mid-ass

PROMPTS FOR NEW INTIMACY / / @cartaxus

"i'm not sure." midas muses, head leaning down towards her. he can smell the hot coffee as it begins to drip into the office pot. feigning his unsureness, in favor of declining his head in the criminal's direction. one leg bent, with the toe of his shoe pushed to twist into the tile below. white, lined with twenty four karat gold.

smirking down at stevie, he threatens her to call his bluff. fingers gripping greedily at her hips, & guiding her against his grey, trouser-clad groin. "how can you ask me to assure you of how i'll react to something, without having experienced it yet?" as if she hasn't kissed him, before.

midas' eyes narrow a bit in his smirking cockiness. "i suppose you'll have to find out, won't you?"

[infiltracion]

∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun ]  at  receiver . [ shes mad but shes not actually gonna pew pew her she’s just emotional that shes alive ok , how wld u react if u thought ur dead lil sis came back ]

        ...ESTABLECIENDO CONEXIÓN,  @cartaxus .

        in hindsight,  she really should have been caught years ago considering how much time she spent in dorado.  perhaps she had gotten a bit cocky knowing that her appearance now had a stark difference to her youth.  dark,  curly hair was now dyed,  cut, and straightened.  facial features were manipulated with eccentric makeup and careful contouring,  not to mention over a decade's time would age anybody.  even her mannerisms taken a snarkier,  more serious turn after committing to the identity of sombra.  could you really blame her for visiting mexico so much when nobody was meant to recognize her in the first place?

        ... the answer was a resounding yes.  sombra's communications with los muertos were kept strictly through the guise of the collective.  voice modulators and impressions of accents kept the gang clueless as to who they were truly talking to,  especially el rey herself.  she was the one that she was most concerned about considering their history.  it would be just her luck that nadia would be the one who rose to the top after her disappearance.  couldn't have been the assholes she barely spoke to,  it had to be the one who knew her all too personally.  she supposed it was only natural that it would catch up with her eventually.

        "  ██████ ?  "

        her guilt came in the form of a name.  instinctually,  her hand reached for the gun hidden beneath her coat as she slowly turned her head.  despite her façade of retaliation,  there was nothing more that she wanted to besides run.  damn the abundance of alleyways throughout dorado.  couldn't go anywhere without running into one.  at least in the safety of a crowd she would be able to assume it wasn't directed at her,  it wasn't an uncommon name by any means,  but alone with nobody to blame?  she might be screwed.

        cybernetic eyes locked directly onto a familiar skull mask,  embellished like the calaveras of de los muertos.  el rey towered before her,  gun in hand and pointed directly at her chest in a white-knuckled grip.  greaaat.  a girl grows up in a gang,  uncovers a massive conspiracy, joins a terrorist group,  and this was how she might go down?  she'd laugh if it wasn't so tense.

        hands raised at either side of her head,  wrists limp in a sheepish attempt of placating nadia.  "  ...  never met her?  "  a crooked,  awkward smile followed.  ay...  estoy jodida.

[constellatory]

[ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender gives receiver flowers -- stevie @ cain, yes shes giving the android flowers what about it

  'tis a sentiment all too familiar. gift — giving, in all its forms, is as useful a tool to placate another as it is a gesture wasted on a creation never meant for softer things. after all, what need has a machine for affection, let alone flowers ? a thought more desolate than intended, even for him, yet nestled comfortably amidst a code struggling to find an answer. still, her harmless intentions are noted — as they always are. ( will she ever tire of it ? )

  ❛ Are you trying to bribe an officer of the law ? ❜ light and beset by humor comes his voice from 'twixt a small smile, tall frame void of tension despite crossed arms. there are transgressions for which she should be thrown into a dark, cold cell, Cain knows this — they both know this. and one day, darling killer will face the consequences of her actions. but right now, obsidian wolf deigns to concede in the face of a good heart.

  ❛ They're wasted on me,❜ a little softer — a little kinder — as arms unfold and a step is taken into the blonde's personal space, nudging the offered flora back towards her. ❛ Here, ❜ thus a hand clad in fingerless glove carefully tucks a singular flower from its place and gently places it behind her ear. ❛ They suit you much better. ❜

˗ˋˏ * ✩ NON — VERBAL PROMPTS  / @cartaxus

[tamedgod]

is it my thanks you want, or a kiss? [ sarcasm ofc ] -- from kaori

❝ You're not offering both? ❞

A ruse, really, but only just so. He's shirtless, scrubbing the blood that had soaked his black turtleneck out into the sink, the reddish-pink water swirling down the metal drain. He wrings the shirt tightly, water spilling from it as he casts a haphazard glance at Kaori over his shoulder, golden hues mischievous. Reaching over, he grabs a washcloth, wetting it, before balling it up and tossing it over to the other.

❝ You need to clean up too, genius. Next time be more careful — maybe then you wont owe me thanks. ❞

He enunciates the word with some patronization, a sharp smirk pulling at his lips as he turns back to washing his clothes. While it had been some time since Xiao had been actively out in the field, he was glad that his skills hadn't rusted — otherwise he might be standing here alone instead.

[detnu-a-h]

[ Extracting Transmission from {Camila Ramírez (@cartaxus)}: ❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜ ]

Her wording is odd to him. That word, fascination, could it truly describe what he had towards her? Could she truly understand what a fascination was, to start? He had been able to observe this on others, many a feeling intertwining with each other, easily confusing. Yet, here she comes, saying something like this with such confidence. Could fascination kill? No, it could not, he thought... But humans were fickle and fragile, they could be killed by anything... And he was shaped like a human, no?

Alas, he remains in thought, quiet at her words, eyes parting from her own and staring away at the scenery before them. What did she mean by this, and why tell him? Maybe, she could feel his end approaching. Ah, it was exhilarating, though he was prohibited to feel such a thing -- or anything.

"It is not fascination," the shapes on his fingers are absent-minded, he stares away, even now. "It is called 'liking someone'."

Or so he thought. Fascination seemed too far-fetched, this feeling was different, one much less understandable than the one he surely was experiencing. Finally, he ends his statement, eyes cold over her own, but holding onto the irrefutable truth. "Atom dies when the missions are all over."

[hellceo]

𝐈 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐃𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 . — 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 🤲

CROWLEY'S  HAD  A  ROUGH  FEW  DAYS.  To  have  the  INDIGNITY  of  having  to  flee  his  vessel  and  survive  hiding  in  the  bloody  sewers  in  a  rat  before  it  was  safe  to  come  back  —  it's  undignified,  and  to  suffer  it  all  at  the  hands  of  his  MOTHER  being  the  one  to  try  to  kill  him  is  even  worse.

There's  a  lot  of  anger  and  betrayal  and  hurt  wrapped  around  the  whole  damned  thing,  which  is  infuriating  enough;  emotional  pain  is  all  well  and  fun  until  it's  damned  personal.

"  I  know  you  would,  my  dear,  "  he  says,  and  he's  —  sort've  drunk  and  melted  into  a  chair; @cartaxus is ever one of the few he allows when he's in these moods.  "  But  this  isn't  something  that  can  be  solved  with  teeth.  "  A  pause.  "  Well.  Yes.  It  could.  But  it  won't  be,  because  I  have  to  fucking  plan  ——  "  He  grimaces,  and  reaches  over  to  grab  the  bottle  and  sloppily  dump  more  whiskey  into  a  glass.  "  But  don't  you  worry  about  me,  lovely.  I  survive.  That's  what  I  do.  "

[muutosarchive]

@cartaxus asked for a starter

"you have to help me hide from vanessa!" freddy calls. his animatronic fingers coming close to stevie's wrists... though he cannot bring himself to actually grab them, like he had reflexively moved forth to accomplish at first. merely allowing the shell to touch either forearm in a pleading manner, whilst his expression takes on a similar tone. "please, stevie. i.. would not ask if it were not urgent."

[arc-sunsymbols]

“good thing you’re bad at magic.” — from juliette, sorry shes a prick

my babysitter’s a vampire starters—☼

"I am not, you're just—ahg." The rogue purple flame waving beneath his palm was not helping his defense. "Can you just move like, five feet away? You're messing with my spell."

[ayahimes]

🍒 me? -v-

hi , darling . i know you're feeling a bit under the weather too so i hope this little post cheers you up a little . let me start off by saying that you are a wonderful friend , a great writer , and just a charming person . since we've been friends you've been so good to me ; you check up on me , send me photos of your pets , or just let me vent to you about whatever is going on in my life . you're so supportive and just there for me in ways i hadn't even realized i needed . i adore all the things we've plotted and planned ; azriel and ithaca are personally one of my favorite ships tbqh . it's just so easy to expand on a ship i adore when it's someone you're friends with . ty for following me here on ayaka and being genuinely excited to write with her . you have helped curate such a positive environment here for me and i'm thankful for you always ♡

[shouga-nai]

@cartaxus said:

😊 for kaori!!

Starter call || Accepting!

Send 😊 for a happy starter.

It's a rare instance, a quiet night. No sirens blaring or factions at one another's throats. Well, it wasn't all quiet. The peaceful period turned into one of blissful laughter, out in the dark where few would venture. Sake might also be involved, for what would a perfect night off be without it?

He liked this. Just the two of them without a care in the world. And it might be the sake warming him up, but the fact that they were this close, his maskless face somehow ending up mere inches from Kaori's mid conversation - his heart was beating rapidly in his chest.

"Hmm... what was I saying..?" Genji murmured, almost as though in a daze, guard down. A sign of trust. He might be looking like a fool right there. Be that as it may, he did not want this moment to end.

[chaotiicgoods]

@cartaxus​ said: ❛  22 .   a  kiss  on  the  forehead . -- v & panam THE OVERWHELMING DESIRE TO KISS | ACCEPTING

Panam is so damn tired. She refuses to complain, though, because V is in a much worse situation. She wants to be there for her friend because V hasn’t left her side since they met. Every time she asks her for something, V is ready. And Panam wants to do the same for her friend. It scares her so much, to know that V is slowly dying. She needs to be saved. There must be a way.

She chuckles a bit at the way V suddenly kisses her forhead. She gently squeezes the other’s hand within hers. “It’s kinda funny that you’re the one comforting me, when you’re the one who has someone else trapped inside your head,” she says, half-teasing as she lets a smirk cross her features. “I want to help you, V. I’ll do everything I can.”