#dani muses

[safyresky]

oh my god, hi, it's late night poll time again, here's a fun q for you, after the final scrimbly and the epilogue scrimbly,

Option A being the winner from this poll

(Context/spoilers below the cut)

Option A involves this old vine (tw gun/loud noise)

Option B Involves these old mannequin images, random outfits, and a whole lotta frosts!

[fireladybuckley]

My friends, I challenge you. I feel like shit right now. I’m eyeball deep in family drama, I’m in pretty consistent pain, and I’m more exhausted than I’ve been in a very long time.

But then I see people around me who are going through things that are even worse. People who don’t even have a family to have drama with. People so exhausted they’re falling asleep where they sit or stand on the street.

Sitting in my car thinking about how fortunate I am to have this vehicle, even though it took an eternity to finally have a good enough circumstance to get one. How fortunate I am to have even one person (my love) who loves me unconditionally that can help me when things get bad. That I have two sweet boys waiting for me at home, and a pantry full of food and apartment full of things to amuse me.

I don’t have flowery prose for this. I feel like shit, but others feel even shittier. Maybe helping others is the best thing I can do right now. Maybe focusing on other people and their needs (not in the doormat way, but in a charity way) is something I and others need to do right now to get out of our funks. To feel like we can do SOMETHING in our life that feels out of control. Something that might actually do some good.

The Good Place podcast always ended with “Go do something good.” I believe in that so much that I have a sticker on the back of my car that says it. But I realize I haven’t done anything good for others for a while. At least, not anyone that isn’t close to me.

So, friends… if you have the spoons… Go do something good. And don’t get caught! Good deeds need no fanfare for them to make a difference to someone else. <3

[frimoussette88]

Jon Snow - Wolves by Loïc Nottet

[thewokedragon]

Sometimes I remember the reason I got attached to game of thrones was because it was a story about outcasts the ones who didn’t fit into society, the exile, the bastard, the dwarf, the girl and the queen who wanted to be born male, the broken boy, the boy who was a brother but also a hostage… only for it all to end with the “others” as the bad guys and conformity to win

[helenaus]

ok i finally have enough things in my queue that i can safely post this starter call!!

i cba to make one for each fandom as i originally intended so please consider this starter call for the greek mythos, black sails & asoiaf (all eras) muses. specify or get nothing. i may or may not message you for a bit of light plotting if our characters don't have any canon links/never interacted. if you want a muse that's not listed in the fandoms above you can consider this a plotting call as well.

[catastrophicxfailure]

open for ✵ anyone between 22-27.

setting ✵ zombie apocalypse, either speaking to a prisoner in their group, found someone as a solo scavenger, or jokingly.

muse ✵ dani ortiz, twenty-two.

“Go on, no one will hear your screams.”

[agenthendersons]

Mary Magdeline and Judas having the exact same

"He scares me so"

Line means the world to me tbh

[pumpk-n]

I could despise you, for how the sun seems to favor your kissed hair

but let me run to you as quick as possible, for how my fingers belong between those threads

holy is the one who lies, with you as the cicadas sing

Yet even Psyche’s wreath of ivy soured and left her scorned from the temples

Weave violets instead my cherubim, let their syrup stain your fingers

for the nymphs are drawn to the ambrosia that is their birth right,

and are more likely to be swayed for favor than the gods.

inspired by Sappho’s fragment 81, written by me 🌸

[aparticularbandit]

I know the group keeps comparing Imogen and Predathos to Jean Grey and Phoenix but.

If any of you have seen Haunting of Bly Manor.

Imogen is Dani, and Predathos is Viola.

[dani-dimitrescu]

@pretty-isnt-pretty-enough sent: 🌧((From Sheva!))

The clouds had already been dark and ominous when Daniela had left the castle for a little hunt, but the youngest Dimitrescu had hoped the storm would pass by. But not long after she had started her hunt the wind got stronger and it started to rain, not heavy but persistent. She grabbed the three rabbits she had hunted and began her hike back home.

As the rain got stronger and the wind colder Daniela had no other option than to find shelter as the castle was still too far away. After walking through heavy rain for a couple of minutes she came across an old barn shed. This had to do. Shivering, wet, she stumbled inside and slammed the shed door closed behind her. Out of the corner of her eye, Daniela saw movement and realized she wasn't alone in here. The cold had taken a toll on her and the redhead knew how easily she could get hurt in that state, so she carefully turned around, trying to appear as non threatening as possible.

"W-Who are you?"

[radiaking]

I actually think it’s a crime that no one has hit coop yet……..

[faultyconscience]

I think the funniest thing about lucanis saying “don’t flirt with my colleague” (in a very flirty way I might add) is u don’t even have to have done any romance options with him lmfao

[catastrophicxfailure]

open for ✶ anyone { 22-24, older siblings 24+ welcome }

setting ✶ zombie apocalypse, about a decade in.

muse ✶ dani ortiz, twenty-two, they/them.

please read my rules here.

“It’s stupid, isn’t it? How we used to go door to door begging for candy dressed as these things and now we’re running from them?” Their voice was quiet, almost overwhelmed by the crackling of the fire between them. The toe of her worn boot pushed around the dirt beside the log they sat on as she thought about the last night of trick or treating they’d experienced - by the same time next year, her childhood would succumb to the dying and decayed in a way that was never expected. That was years ago. By Dani’s count, it was either the night of Halloween or pretty damn close to it, though all days tended to blend into each other after the first year or two of doing the exact same thing every day. The only thing that mattered now was whether the sun was up or down. “I’d kill for a pack of Milkduds right now, honestly.”

[wesxevans]

@thelizaxevans @aurorabayaesthetic

[natp20]

why yes dani we SHOULD bring back dani-cam and my GOD this shot looks like it could be a painting

[turpisdeus]

@mademarveling said: ❝ Papa? ❞ A young boy with wavy blonde hair and bright blue eyes runs up to Steve. Little Joe tugs awkwardly at his 'Air Force brat' t-shirt, looking to his father with expectant yet sad eyes. ❝ When is Mommy getting back from space? I don't like it when she's gone too long. ❞

Crystalline  hues  are  quick  to  seek  out  the  source  of  that  small  voice,  Steve's  towering  frame  already  bending  at  the  knees  as  he  watches  Joe  run  up  to  him  with  small  hands  tugging  at  the  shirt  he  wears.  It  pulls  at  his  heart  as  he  takes  in  the  sight  of  his  son  expressing  the  emotions  he  himself  has  been  doing  well  to  temper.  Whenever  Carol  was  gone  for  this  long,  it  always  left  a  weight  in  his  chest,  a  longing  that  he's  grown  to  tolerate.

She  always  came  back.

"  I  don't  like  it  either,  champ.  "  He  freely  admits  after  a  beat,  large  hands  reaching  out  toward  the  young  boy.  Steve  waits  for  Joe  to  accept  being  held  with  a  sad  nod  before  Steve  grips  beneath  his  small  arms  and  hoists  him  up  and  against  his  side.  He  can  feel  the  boy's  arms  almost  immediately  loop  around  his  neck  as  he  started  to  carry  him  out  of  the  kitchen  where  he'd  been  waiting  for  their  dinner  to  finish.  They  have  time. 

He  moves  them  out  onto  the  patio,  the  late  summer  breeze  cutting  into  their  hair  as  he  adjusts  his  grip  on  Joe  so  that  he  could  comfortably  rest  his  weight  on  him.

"  I  miss  Mommy,  too.  "  He  continues  as  he  lets  his  gaze  slide  from  the  sun  setting  to  look  at  the  boy.  "  But  she  promised  to  be  home  before  you  start  school,  remember?  "  He  reminds,  noting  the  way  Joe  nods  almost  pathetically  as  it  causes  a  warm  chuckle  to  escape  his  chest.  He  had  no  doubt  in  his  mind  that  she'd  make  her  way  back  in  time  just  as  she'd  promised.  But  to  a  child,  it  was  a  matter  of  life  or  death,  the  hours  and  days  dragged  on  for  what  felt  like  an  eternity.

After  a  moment  passes,  Steve's  gaze  drifts  away  from  his  son  to  look  up  into  the  slowly  darkening  sky.  As  his  eyes  pick  out  the  stars  that  are  becoming  visible,  a  smile  creeps  across  his  lips  as  he  turns  his  head  to  look  at  Joe  who  was  looking  out  at  the  sky  with  the  expectation  that  she  may  just  break  through  the  sound  barrier  and  appear  before  them  in  that  moment.  He  longed  for  it  himself  but  he  raises  his  hand  up  and  out  above  the  horizon.

"  You  see  that  red  dot?  "  He  asks  softly,  looking  up  toward  the  boy  who  only  nods,  a  balled  up  hand  rubbing  at  his  cheek  as  he  can  feel  the  child  start  to  lose  control  of  the  emotions  he  was  trying  not  to  share.  Steve  gives  him  a  gentle  squeeze  as  the  man  lightly  bounces  him  on  his  side  in  reassurance.  "  That's  Mercury.  Mommy  said  that  when  we  can't  see  it  in  the  sky  anymore,  she'll  be  close.  "  He  offers  up  as  he  looks  sidelong  at  Joe  who  sniffles  a  bit,  looking  more  intently  now  at  the  small  red  dot  in  the  sky.  It  has  Steve  staring  at  him  for  a  moment,  brow  furrowed  as  he  takes  this  chance  to  just  soak  this  in.  A  child,  a  perfect  copy  of  himself  and  of  Carol,  a  life  that  he  gets  to  call  his  even  though  he  had  never  once  thought  he'd  find  it. 

He  basks  in  it,  that  this  is  his—that  he'd  earned  this. 

"  When  won't  we  be  able  to  see  it?  "  His  small  voice  asks,  not  taking  his  eyes  off  it  as  if  he  was  expecting  it  to  vanish  right  then  and  there.  Steve  smiles  a  bit,  reaching  up  with  his  free  hand  to  push  waves  from  the  boy's  forehead,  the  gesture  causing  his  son  to  look  down  at  him,  expectant  once  more.

"  Soon,  very  soon.  I  promise.  "  Steve  murmurs  with  a  gentle  nod,  leaning  forward  to  press  a  kiss  to  the  child's  head  who  is  quick  to  tuck  it  right  into  the  crook  of  his  shoulder.  He  can't  help  the  way  his  arms  seem  to  fold  Joe  in  closer  to  him  somehow,  nodding  as  he  turns  his  gaze  back  to  the  sky.  His  own  throat  grows  dry  as  his  eyes  burn,  a  longing  overtaking  his  chest  as  it  seems  to  have  him  pulling  their  son  even  tighter  to  him—who  in  turn,  hugs  his  father  that  much  tighter.  It's  a  familiar  ache,  he  understands  all  too  well.  For  Steve  has  looked  out  at  this  horizon  every  evening,  hoping  to  not  see  it  there. 

Can  you  feel  us  longing  for  you?  Come  back  to  us,  sunshine.