#fatedcuriosity

[prettytm]

[FACE WITH PEEKING EYES] — very intimidating

Does Billy Intimidate You ::: Accepting

It's that scarily pretty face isn't it? It can't help it's so spooky. But for all jokes aside. Thank you? Cause he should be intimidating.

[korinthiakos]

@fatedcuriosity has sent this in: "stop following me!" | PROMPTS FOR COMMANDS AND DEMANDS. ( accepting !! )

This was a dream soon turned nightmare. The fluorescents lights flickered overhead; that eerie buzz that comes every now and again when they flicker. The Corinthian stood there, watching. A cigarette was lit, sandwiched between their lips. Then their mouth forms into a small grin.

Their presence is met again if she tried to walk away, now currently in front of her; back leaned against the wall. "Usually, people would say please."

[laughingmagi]

@fatedcuriosity said: "don't even think about it."

John's fingers hovered over the object, nothing too terribly exciting, just an extremely old cake of beeswax with a barely perceptible pentacle carved into it. It was so faint, he'd been immediately drawn to the long hair line scratches in the wax, to trace the carved sigil with his fingers.

"Sorry," John replied, not sounding remotely apologetic. "It's just unusual t' find an authentic one o' these. For obvious reasons."

He trailed off, thinking about how things had changed and yet stayed exactly the same. Sure, there was still a lot of discrimination toward modern-day witches, wizards, and occultists, but at least they weren't carving ritual objects of wax in order to burn them on the hearth in case the inquisition came.

"Wonder if they got away clean or didn't get t' in time," John mused aloud. "Where'd ye get this anyway?"

[griim]

@fatedcuriosity asked; "who hired you?"

Wasn’t that the question of the fucking hour, out of all the questions someone could ask. This was the question everyone seemed to ask when it came time to meet Gemma face to face. Almost as if people could guess that she was there to off them or, in some cases, scare the living shit out of them. Those were the ones that she enjoyed more than anything. But if there was one thing she did better than anyone, it was confidentiality. On both ends. Gemma kept herself private, and the same favor is there for passed on to her employers. It was why a lot of them were repeat customers. Shoulders relaxed as she eyed the other, they didn’t seem like much of a threat, and she wasn’t here to kill them. Quite the opposite. She was there to scare them and get whatever they found.

“I am pretty sure you know I can’t tell you that. Otherwise, I’d be out of the job. And that would ruin my day. Now, we can do this the easy way, and no one gets hurt. Well, too much. Or, you put up a fight, and I will move you. Which one are you going to choose?”

[hauntedyoutuber]

i'd reshape reality to make her right. @fatedcuriosity.

[magizat-archive]

 @fatedcuriosity sent: ‘ i hate this just as much as you, but we have to see this through. ’

 ❛            it’s  not  hate,  alex.  it’s— 𝙸𝚃'𝚂 𝙵𝚁𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 .  i  feel  like  i  should  be  doing  better.          ❜        zatanna  said,  clipping  a  book  shut  with  all  her  strength.  how  many  hours  had  they  spent  there  researching  for  the  source  of  all  that  recent  chaos?  bodies  showing  up  everywhere  in  the  city.  from  forgotten  ditches  in  poor  neighborhoods  to  the  most  fancy  residences  that  the  rich  called  home.   she  was  exhausted,  and  couldn’t  imagine  what  she’d  have  done  without  alex’s  help.  the  woman  was  truly  something  else,  possessing  knowledge  herself.  for  the  first  time  in  what  seemed  ages  zatanna  did  not  feel  like  the  weight  of  it  all  was  only  on  her  shoulders.  someone  to  share  things,  and  someone  to  trust  —  even  if  only  when  it  came  to  work.    the  magician  sighed,  taking  wand  from  robes  and  pointing  to  nowhere.        ❛          em  ot  devres  eniw  !        ❜        two  glasses  of  wine  suddenly  appear  by  their  side  and  polished  hands  wasted  no  time  in  taking  one  for  herself.          ❛          we’ll  see  this  through  after  we  drink  a  little.    maybe  alcohol  will  help  us  find  what  we  need.    clear  our  heads.      ❜          she  half  joked,  half  spoke  the  truth.  she  didn’t  know  if  the  dermatologist  drinked  while  searching  yet  a  break  was  desperately  needed.  

[privatevideo]

DR ALEXANDRIA MOORE: 14. ONE MUSE COMES OVER TO COMFORT THE OTHER ONE AND IT UNINTENTIONALLY TURNS INTO COMFORT SEX. he'd been ignoring her calls and texts. it's what he did when he was upset. he didn't like putting that shit on other people. it had been two days, and what he hadn't expected was her showing up at his apartment door. as soon as finley opened it, she let herself in, talking about how he couldn't just close himself off like that. there was a long moment when fin didn't know what to say ( a rare feat for him ) the man simply standing in front of alex, listening to her talk until she was quiet, too. then she walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him, and he allowed her to do so. even constricted his own arms around her shoulders, because this felt nice. good, enough. whether he thought he deserved it or not, having someone who may care about what happens to him was what he craved most.

when they pull away, there's a pause where they simply gaze at each other before finley bends down to press their lips together. the action is more firm than expected, as if he was letting out the last of his distress, and using the kiss to do so. it quickly grows in intensity, alex's hands reaching around his neck to pull him down, fin's own hands wandering her hips. he's able to pick her up, wrapping her legs around his waist so that he could carry her toward his bedroom. comforted by her present, now he wanted to make her feel good, too. if this is what she wanted, fin had no hesitations about giving it to her. @fatedcuriosity.

[desolades]

EXT. THE FOREST DAY

Sunlight  breaks  through  the  treetops,  speckles  of  gold  falling  on  them  in  splashes  of  light.  The  day  is  warm,  comforting,  safe.  Up  in  the  trees  birds  exchange  calls  in  an  explosion  of  music,  the  joyful  screeches  of  kids  somewhere  near,  a  man  calling  their  friends    to  ‘wait  up’.  They  are  close  enough  to  the  visitor’s  center  that  the  noise  of  civilization  infects  the  natural  symphony  of  the  forest.  The  scene  should  feel  comfortable,  heartwarming  even,  in  a  very  quotidianly  human  way,  yet  it  feels  misaligned.  Its  edges  poke  him  in  all  the  wrong  places,  all  he  can  hear  is  the  people.  He  drowns  in  the  ambience  of  mankind.  Someone  laughs  boisterously  and  it’s  like  needles  piercing  his  bones.

His  eyes  fall  back  on  @fatedcuriosity,  some  professor  or  intellectual,  she’s  speaking,  explaining  something.  He  attempts  to  smile  and  nod,  but  the  words  rush  at  him  in  a  torrent,  he  can’t  catch  them  fast  enough  or  understand  them.  In  the  backdrop,  he  can  hear  the  trees  creak  around  them,  the  forest  shifting,  unsettled.  No,  not  unsettled,  angry.  Moss  writhes  under  boots,  the  deadwood  seethes  at  the  clamor  of  cheers  and  gleeful  cries.  Vines  wrap  around  themselves,  roots  knot  like  clenched  fists.  Somewhere  deep  in  the  forest,  a  woman  trips  and  falls  on  the  ground,  her  legs  giving  up  from  under  her.  She  has  been  wandering  for  hours,  exhausted,  the  sharp-cold  fear  of  being  lost  slowly lodges  in  her  chest,  and with it her  own  frail  mortality  becomes  terrifyingly  clear.  She  looks  up  and,  there  it  is,  like  a  lighthouse  amidst  a  stormy  sea.  A  little  𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎  at  the  end  of  a  path  flanked  by  silverbells,  tiny  white  flowers  blanket  the  ground  like  fresh  snow.  Smoke  rises  from  the  chimney,  the  faint  smell  of  something  sweet  in  the  air,  cinnamon  and  apples,  like  her  grandmother’s  home.  The  only  safe  harbor  of  her  childhood.

“  Who  knows  what  is  truth,  and  what  is  story?  ”  he  catches  the  final  string  of  words  before  they  slip  away,  then  stands  there  unsure  of  what  to  do  with  it.  Speak!  The cue is up, It's  your  turn to say your lines,  old  man.  

Silence  stretches  for  a  second  too  long  as  he  tries  to  remember  how  the  mechanism  of  his  mouth  is  meant  to  work,  the  scent  of  cinnamon  in the early spring air tickles  his  nose.  “  To  be  fair,  most  is  story,  ”  he  smiles  apologetically,  the  words  spoken  with  someone  else’s  voice.  A  foreign  feeling  settles  into  him,  carried  by  the  smell  of  mud  and  fresh  soil  under  his  feet. He looks down, a  little  silverbell  has  been  stamped  on  the  earth  by  his  own  boot.  Sadness—  an  abyssal,  lonesome  sadness,  left  to  fester with the ages.  Pain,  hatred.  A  wounded  animal  that  retreats  to  its  cave  to  lick  its  wounds,  a  caged  animal,  pacing  the  limits  of  its  enclosure.  Hating  everything  outside,  everything  that  dares  encroach  upon  the  dwindling  sanctuaries  it  clings  to.  He  resents  this  woman  snooping  around  his  forest.  He must. It is a command. “  There  is  no  great  mystery.  The  forest  is  big,  people  get  lost.  We  make  up  stories  to  cope,  and  to  caution  others  so  it  doesn’t  repeat.  ”  Again,  that  voice  which  is  not  his  voice.  Amused,  almost  dismissive.  

[crossbearings]

❝ 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒑, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅. ❞

this felt like 𝒅𝒆́𝒋𝒂̀ 𝒗𝒖.

there's a frustrated noise pushing past matt's lips as he ( 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺 ) slumps back against the wall, sliding with a soft groan. ❝ am i ʙʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ? ❞

he's already yanking his gloves off. palms drag over his chest and torso — another wince when his palm drags over a wound in his side. ❝ i'll be 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦. i'm 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚. ❞ with that, matt starts trying to actually stand.

[ ♰ ]   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓. ㅤ@fatedcuriosity

[harahello]

@fatedcuriosity / sc

❛ Strange we warn the cat of its curiosity and yet still offer it nine lives. It is almost as if it was meant to be curious, designed to be so, and as if it was known beforehand the dangers it would pursue regardless of warning. ❜

[prettytm]

@fatedcuriosity Oh, you mean something like this???

[particlexxdealer]

"i could never be an avenger. i'm pretty sure i'd collapse from the stress." instead, she's a demonologist.

"Well- you're not wrong," Scott chuckled. "Y'know, I don't think most of my co-workers seek help for what they've seen. Which is saying something- Falcon's a counselor..." They had a guy on the inside to confine in after all. Someone who would understand their horrors, their scars. He knew they would have to take the first step themselves, but that could take so much time.

"I take it your profession is less stressful?..."

[kxllerblond]

1 and 7 for the mun meme!

1. how do you feel about reblog karma?

The people that will post passive-aggro posts after people reblog ask memes from them without sending anything annoy the fuck out of me, lol. I did a whole post on it but people should WANT to send you shit, not feel like they HAVE to or face your wrath or get unfollowed. That's so...cringe.

At the same time though...you gotta give to get. I DO HEAVILY side-eye people who reblog memes from me over and over and over and I never get anything from them. And, frankly, they don't stay mutuals for long because that shows me they just don't really want to interact and that's fine. It's not hard to copy and paste a little something into an inbox now and again though. So I don't practice STRICT reblog karma, but I do practice the idea that RP is an interactive hobby which means you...have to....interact with your fellow RPers now and again.

7. describe your favorite relationship dynamic. (can be any kind, platonic, romantic, familial, antagonistic, etc.)

Mmm, my favorite romantic dynamic is a tie between Power Couple (think Morticia and Gomez but more gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss than zany) and then a put together, tidy villain and then a super feral, messy villain.

Platonic? Love some Soft/Not Soft or another play on the tidy/messy dynamic. Familial, love the 'we're better than you' mean girl dynamic with a sibling twist.

Antagonistic?? Probably the cat and mouse dynamic. the 'You really annoy me but also you entertain me and so I can't bring myself to actually solve the problem of you'

[wardogsong]

"who did this to you?"

marine down! || no longer accepting

"Couple'a assholes wanted my wallet." Life in the city is just like that sometimes. Or so Frank abuses the half-myth, half-truth. Petty crime is way down in New York, courtesy of the uneasy joint efforts of the law and the good guys on the other side of the law who pitch in too. Still, it happens just enough to be believable as an excuse for the calling card of his own night work painted all over his face. "I ain't feel like cancellin' all my cards an' shit. Go to the DMV for new ID? Fuck that. I'd rather trade blows. So we went a few rounds."

As proof of his victory, Frank goes digging in his back pocket and pulls out said wallet to flash at Alex with a rogueish grin. "Worth it. I fuckin' hate goin' to the DMV." Just like that he tucks it away again, satisfied that he's successfully sold his story to the poor neighbor lady who probably had a heart attack just innocently turning a corner only to run into his ass looking all tuned up and shit. "Just gonna head inside now, put some ice on this shit, stop bleedin' all over the hallway before they fine me for it or somethin'. You watch yourself, yeah?"

[yasoldat-archive]

when was the last time he got a full nights rest?

“   ⸺   Not   including   those   years   I   spent   on   ice   in   cryostasis   ?   1938.   ”

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 : 𝐐 ﹠ 𝐀 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 !

[huntedvideo]

ʘ‿ʘ

send ʘ‿ʘ if your muse finds fin attractive.

'is it my big forehead or super hairy body that turns you on the most, doc?'