#crownslip

[horiznwlker]

“   too  much  darkness  for  a  rainbow .   ” ― @crownslip, rebekah.

a finely manicured brow curves into an arch, letting a moment go by as she watches the original's countenance with a sharp -- albeit partially bemused, partially deadpan -- gaze. finally, with a lazy shift that braces her boots on the lip of the table and sinks her torso lower into her seat, she muses, ❝ if that was your attempt at edgar allan poe, it was dismal. ❞ she brings a cuticle to blunted fang, lowers it after a moment with furrowing brows. ❝ alright, out with it. what's got you in such a funk, hm? i was never a cheerful gal. ❞

[danviers]

" Marry me. " While those two words had made themselves at home in the depths of Alex's subconscious for days, had inhabited every uncertain, self - doubting crevice of her imagination until the wanton destruction left by the Daxamites — and Kara's loss, still striking and raw amongst the rubble — had vastly overshadowed it, to finally breathe them out loud almost felt akin to standing on the edge of the building's roof in readiness to leap.

" Seriously? Marry me. Please. "

@crownslip

[murkyhazed]

@crownslip

               slowly   the   fire   captain   steps   up   beside   her,   watching   the   patient   be   wheeled   in   by   the   actual   doctors.      he’d   stood   back   by   the   truck,   listening   to   the   medical   staff   give   her   a   serious   berating   for   doing   what   she   had   done   on   the   ride   over.      now   bobby   knows   the   reality   of   the   situation,   that   if   shay   hadn’t   performed   the   beginnings   of   surgery   they   would   be   rolling   a   body   to   the   morgue   instead   of   the   surgery   floor.      it’s   why   he   hadn’t   said   anything   to   her.      well,   until   now.

               ❝   they   have   a   point,   what   you   did   was   incredibly   risky.   ❞      as   the   captain,   he   has   to   play   both   sides.      he   can’t   completely   ignore   the   risks   his   team   takes,   but   he   also   can’t   dismiss   the   lives   saved   because   of   those   risks.      ❝   however…      i   think   you   got   enough   of   an   earful   about   why   it   was   dangerous.      i   think   now   you   deserve   to   hear   that   despite   all   of   that,   you   saved   that   mans   life.      without   that,   he   wouldn’t   be   alive   right   now.      so   try   to   focus   on   that   for   now,   and   let’s   head   back   to   the   station   for   dinner.      i’m   making   my   famous   mac   and   cheese.   ❞

[neveragcd]

@crownslip said: "i'll follow you to the bitter end; as i always have." ( leslie shay )

her presence alone is enough to compensate for the lack of warmth that currently occupies his hollow chest. the liquor isn't doing a very good job at filling that void, but he can always count on her to remedy that all on her own. kelly isn't a natural - born pouter; he much prefers working, pushing himself through the shit times so hard that he'll be completely blind to his problems when he haphazardly emerges on the other side. but even he has his days.

lips curl, toothy grin forming on a tired face. a chuckle slips past his lips, and he finally dares to lift his head from where it's been hanging over their island counter top for the last hour. "that shakespeare or somethin'?" he questions playfully, turning his head to lock gazes with her. he finds home within her eyes, comfort and familiarity that few other people have ever provided him with.

"shay - speare," he blurts out after a moment, draping an arm around the blonde's shoulders to draw her in closer. sides bump, lopsided smile growing. "that was good, wasn't it? just came up with that." he boasts, thumb running across the fabric of her shirt absentmindedly. a brief pause, smile fading in favor of a more genuine expression not masked by his usual charisma. "i really appreciate you, y'know that?" he asks quietly. "dunno what i'd do without you."

[unheald]

continued for @crownslip

unheald asked:

it's my problem if i wanna pack up and run away. - for abe from sasha

crownslip answered:

❛  damn  right  it  is,  ❜   abraham  nodded.   ❛  but  if  i  might  offer  you  a  little  piece  of  advice?  ❜   he  doesn't  even  wait  for  sasha  to  speak  or  give  the  okay  that  she  wants  to  hear  it.  he  just  spits  it  out  anyways.   ❛  you  can  run  'til  your  little  heart  gives  out  but  that  avalanche  of  horse  shit  you're  runnin'  from?  it'll  bury  you  eventually.  no  amount  of  runnin'  is  gonna  change  that.  you've  got  people  who  care,  who'll  help  you  shovel  yourself  out  from  said  shit  -  myself  included  in  that.  so  you  either  pick  up  a  shovel  and  face  it,  or  you  let  it  suffocate  you.  ❜  he  shrugged  softly.

he certainly had a way with words, didn't he? though the thought came from the fact that what he said wasn't exactly... eloquently put - there was something about it that sasha liked. but that was abraham through and through, wasn't it? straight to the point. no bullshit... no bullshit was something she could get on board with. it always had been. and perhaps there was part of her that wanted to ignore what he'd said, because she'd already lost so much, had already felt as though she was drowning and clawing her way back to the surface felt pointless... but something told her that abraham wouldn't say what he had if he didn't mean it. " almost sounds like you don't want me to run away, there. "

[venustrape]

@crownslip [ nick ] | cont.

it's a good day to love love ! just like any other day, really, but today it's especially socially acceptable for her to wear the heart antennae headband & go nuts with the pink & red frostings. even more so since she actually has someone to spend the day with. she'd spent the morning baking, making sure the cupcakes are done by the time nick decides to roll out of bed just so she can surprise him. granted, she knows that her boyfriend is not a big fan of yet another commercialized holiday, but he is a fan of her baked goods – she can't go wrong with cupcakes. & if she takes the time to get extra cute with them, no one can stop her.

" you bet'cha ! there were more, but the guys grabbed one each on their way out. " definitely a tax for letting them have the place all to themselves. she laughs a little at his reassurance, adjusting her headband in place before she finds herself in his arms, stealing one more kiss than given. " any time, you goober. i love you, too. " her heart flutters no matter how many times she hears him say it. this is all the type of behavior she often dreams their future selves will turn into a habit long after the honeymoon phase is over. soft gasp & wide eyes follow his request. " you made plans ! " oh, he's good. " nick miller, are you ending your feud with valentine's day for me ? "

[story1ines]

@crownslip + karen: closer starter.

they were supposed to get married. keith was supposed to adopt lucas as his son and they were finally going to be a family. except they weren't. not after jimmy edwards had killed keith. karen's entire world had been ripped out from underneath her and there wasn't anything she could do. and now she had just been informed by dan scott that lucas, her son, the boy she had raised to be better than this had decided to save dan, the person who had abandoned them both and saved him from the fire. she stormed into lucas' room and at that very second demanded answers. ❝ did you save dan from the fire? ❞ karen had already been through enough, the last thing that she needed was her son getting killed not only by a fire but by a gun. she had lost keith already. what would her life be without her son? how was she able to survive and go on with her life without the two most important people in her life? did neither one of them care for her at all?

[cagedpotential]

@crownslip. veronica.

❝ hey, you said you wanted to expand our cultural horizons, right? i thought 10 things i hate about you was a good place to start: blonde chick who loves to hate on the bad, but admittedly cool guy, piles of chemistry burning up them, epic romance ― it's pretty neat when art imitates life. the nachos aren't bad, either. ❞ logan wittingly remarks, corn triangle crunching inside his mouth, as a mischievous smirk tugs on his lips. ❝ now, i'm gonna proceed to stare at my beautiful girlfriend watch a chick flick, so, give me a nudge whenever one of them takes their shirt off, okay? ❞

[careol]

@crownslip cont. from here.

               the   situation   was   not   ideal,   not   to   carol   anyway.      it   had   been   a   ruse,   the   two   of   them   going   beyond   the   gates.      to   supposedly   help   her   learn   to   shoot.      obviously   (   but   unknown   to   the   rest   of   alexandria   )   she   needed   no   help,   in   fact   she   might   even   be   a   better   shot   than   most   of   their   group.      carol   didn’t   need   to   train,   but   she   had   needed   to   get   out   of   those   walls.      playing   the   housewife   role   could   be   a   daunting   task,   all   that   socializing   and   pretending   to   be   sweet.      she’d   been   sick   of   it   that   day,   hence   the   fake   scenario   created.

               of   course,   simple   outings   are   never   really   that   simple,   are   they?      of   course   they   got   into   trouble,   a   wrong   turn   leading   them   straight   to   a   large   herd.      maybe   they   could   run,   actually   they   probably   should,   but   they   couldn’t   leave   this   number   of   walkers   out   and   about.      what   if   they   came   across   alexandria?      as   much   as   she   doesn’t   trust   that   place,   it   is   home   now.      they   can’t   have   their   home   overrun   again.      ❝   stealth   would   only   work   for   a   few.      they’d   notice   us   anyway.      we   might   as   well   just   go   for   it.   ❞      and   pray   to   whoever   they   don’t   die   in   the   process.

[feylived]

pst, ily :3 <3

hi, ily most, thank you for coming to my ted talk <3

[horiznwlker]

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face . ― @crownslip, hayley.

cerulean gaze peers up through her lashes, the glum lines upon her visage softening as a tender hand sweeps auburn locks from her sight. a tepid smile is offered, reaching to close her fingers lightly around the hybrid's wrist and pull it down from where it has habitually started combing through her hair. ❝ i'm fine, mom. ❞ maybe not very easy to convince her when sleepless circles bruise under her eyes and her shoulders slump in her desk chair, but she still tries.

her mother's gaze has always been too discerning, and hope averts her own to the sketch she hasn't touched for over an hour as a canine sinks into her lower lip. ❝ i always am. ❞

[danviers]

@crownslip asked: "it’s the things we love most that destroy us." / mags :3

There was no arguing with that school of thought. On the contrary, so many facets of Alex's life — and so many in it — had proven it true.

There'd been Vicky, in high school: the last real friend she'd had outside of Kara, and her first and only taste of teenaged heartbreak. Then there'd been Dad, a sturdy, steadfast constant until he'd walked out in the middle of the night, leaving the daughter he'd raised and the other he'd favoured for some notion of short - sighted and selfish martyrdom.

Even Mom, in some ways, despite her unconditional love and her best intentions, had chipped away at her over the years, her expectations weighty and unbending no matter how many miles out of Midvale Alex saw it fit to settle down. Though she was still the glue holding home together, her presence had always had the propensity to unearth too many shivering echoes of her buried, adolescent self doubt — too many slivers of every impulse she'd picked up over time to strive for a level of perfection that constantly remained too far out of reach, and always would.

" That may be true, " she yielded, the conviction bolstering that statement as thin as the blankets she’d awoken underneath on Kara's couch that morning, rather than the plush of her king size duvet, just to ensure her sister slept soundly through the night. If anything had the proclivity to hurt, it was her pain. " But — I should have been with her. "

[crownslip]

[ CROWNSLIP ] a selective multi muse featuring jessica riley from until dawn. also includes muses from the last of us, shameless, the 100, criminal minds, greys anatomy, one tree hill & more. written by cheeto, she/her, 30+. must be 18 years old to interact due to potentially triggering topics.

[w1heda]

and i'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, i'd find you and i'd choose you.

clarke griffin & raven reyes. // w1heda & crownslip. // loved by andy & cheeto.

[murkyhazed]

GET TO KNOW THE MUN.

what made you pick up the muse you have? you mean muses lmao. honestly i pick ones that i personally enjoy or resonate with in some way. for the most part i have to actually like them in order to write them, so any character i have on my muse list i like at the very least.

is there anything you don’t like to write? not particularly? i find it difficult sometimes to do action based replies, but it doesn't mean i don't like to write it. just is a little more difficult.

is there anything you really enjoy writing? threads that are fluffy with a hint of angst are a fave.

how do you come up with your headcanons? i just do i guess? i don't really have a process, it usually comes up either while writing or when watching something i'm like "actually my muse would feel like this instead" kind of thing if that makes sense?

do you write in silence or do you play music? i have to write in silence, music is so distracting to me when writing.

do you plan your replies or wing them? i don't really plan all that much? usually just go with the flow, whatever comes naturally to the muse in question.

do you enjoy shipping? i absolutely fuckin love it, ship with me you cowards.

what’s your alias/name? stephanie! but i also go by steph or stephy. my nieces and nephews call me stephy, that all started when my first niece couldn't pronounce my name properly and called me "snephy" and then i wanted to replicate that when my second niece came along, but she was able to pronounce the "t" so stephy became a staple in my life.

age? 26, i can't believe how old i am.

birthday? october 7th!

favorite color? i really do love yellow, like bright neon yellow. highlighter yellow.

favorite song? lately i've really loved listening to confetti by charlotte cardin.

last movie you watched? alvin and the chipmunks lmao.

last show you watched? it was riverdale season 1. its so hard for me to want to continue even though i love the characters. its kind of like glee, where i could never get past the 2nd season.

last song you listened to? i can't actually remember, it was on the radio in the car. i think it was you spin me round by dead or alive?

favorite food? chicken. just anything chicken i am so game.

favorite season? i like spring, the spring where the bugs haven't come out yet and the weather is getting warmer.

do you have a tumblr best friend? obviously i have a few! naturally @unheald is, i forced her onto this hellsite years ago. also @strnza and @crownslip and just so many others i can't @ everyone sadly

tagged by : i stole it from @sheldoney

tagging : anyone who wants to talk about themselves

[venustrape]

@crownslip [ sookie ] | cont.

oh, she has no business here. not because she doesn't want to help, but because her best friend is & always has been painfully aware that lorelai's good intentions count for absolutely nothing in the kitchen. she only ended up here because sookie's kitchen smells insane & the aromas lured her from the living room. if someone were to draw the scene, she'd have looked like some cartoon cat floating in the direction of the expertly animated delicious smell. it was out of her hands, really.

" what are you talking about, who's eating ?? i'm not eating, i am tasting. as the self appointed chocolate expert in town, i have to make sure the quality of this is top-notch. " thankfully, she keeps a straight face gesturing to the huge missing chunk of chocolate currently still getting chewed. " pregnancy messes with your taste buds, i'm being helpful here ! " barely. sookie hasn't asked her to help & she's not sure if it's because of the control thing or just the trust issues currently being reinforced. " unbelievable... this is cruel & unusual punishment, lady ! " amused smile begins to take shape as she takes a step back from the chocolate, slumping into one of the chairs. " i'm not above using my feminine wiles to get my plate back from luke, you know. "