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[quarrytm]

gaea lysimachia  ,  did you think i wouldn’t see you?

             the  shadows  have  rarely  betrayed  him,  and  yet  she  could  sence  him  standing  behind  her.  betrayed  by  the  moon,  he  supposed,  travis  steps  out  into  the  pooling  light,  staring  a  the  woman  with  cautious  yet  dimmed  eyes.   ‘ little  late  for  you  to  be  runnin’  around  out  here  by  yourself, ’   though  he’s  not  shocked  to  see  gaea,  he  does  prickle  at  the  fact  that  his  previous  warnings  have  been  ignored.  stopping  several  feet  from  her,  travis’s  eyes  are  nearly  black  in  the  darkness.   ‘ did  you  lose  your  way,  or  are  you  just  lookin’  for  trouble? ’     @herbtm​.

[cicatrise]

@herbtm sent: ‘You didn’t deserve for any of this to happen to you.’ ► from this meme.

Is it the scars she’s thinking of, Ryu wonders as she helps pull him to his feet, or the beating?

He hadn’t missed the way her expression changed when she saw his hand, covered as it is in jagged, rough lines alongside band-aids around his fingers. How she might’ve looked when he’d been jumped by a group of teenagers in masks earlier is another question; he’d been too busy trying to keep his more unsavoury nature in check as they kicked him to notice anyone watching. (Adults can be punished-- children, however, don’t know any better.)

“Thanks for the thought,” he manages behind bloody teeth all the same. “I just wish those kids had the same idea.”

He’s out of money now. His wallet, dropped on the ground, has been stripped of all the cash inside. He confirms this when his bandaged hand lets the woman’s go and picks it up to open it.

Ryu’s brows twitch, but all he does is slip it back into his pocket and lift his free hand to wipe his bloodied nose against his sleeve.

“I appreciate you helping me up,” he says, turning and bending (not without a slight wince) to pick up his cane and lean some of his weight against it. “Must’ve looked pretty pitiful, huh?”

[betterdcyz]

gaea  ( @herbtm​ )  has confessed to the corinthian:  “now i have learned my lesson.”  ( atlas memes / accepting !! ) 

             “——I hope you have,  because that was dangerous and stupid.  What were you doing around here anyway?  It ain’t exactly safe.”

[richardtrager]

@herbtm​  said:  is this your time of need?  

                                                                            “Baby,  it’s  always  my  time  of  need.”  

Some  might  call  him  an  opportunist,  but  he  likes  to  think  of  himself  as  a  genius,  quite  frankly.  Who  isn’t  gonna  take  what’s  right  in  front  of  them,  eh?  If  the  price  is  right,  the  price  is  right...amirite?  Trager’s  never  been  one  to  turn  down  the  chance  to  smile  down  some  ladies...especially  a  chick  with  assets.  It’s  a  good  business  move.  Someone’s  hierarchy  of  needs’  gotta  be  met,  y’know  how  it  goes...

“...What’s  a  pretty  gal  like  you  doing  in  a  place  like  this?  Lost?  Aren’t  we  all...”  Richard  snorts  at  some  hidden  joke,  choking  on  his  own  humor  beneath  his  tattered  surgical  mask.  He’s  on  a  roll,  right?  

[desafia]

 @herbtm​ + travis  (  @quarrytm​  )  sent: [  SAFE ]  our muses are caught in a heavy rainstorm together and seek shelter in an abandoned building or cave. 

             with every passing minute,  the noise of the pelting rain grows louder.  the addition of a thickening fog makes it even more difficult to see more than a few feet ahead from where she stands at the edge of the covered porch.  if it were up to her,  she would be content to continue trudging through even with a storm.  but she supposes all the mist would cause hinderance if she had been all alone.  however,  she isn’t—in fact,  she is far from it.  she can hear gaea moving around just inside the broken down cabin,  commenting something about trying to find towels.  and it’s no wonder,  their clothes are soaked and she can sense the building annoyance rolling off travis in steady,  familiar waves.  magnolia pays little heed.  instead her hand extends out into the open air to watch the raindrops gather on her palm.  

she doesn’t mind the chill.  she sort of likes it,  lips curling into a subtle smile.  she feels like a living thing.  and her body almost feels like hers when a shiver runs through her.  the reverie of the moment is interrupted by a sudden,  light weight falling about her shoulders.  brows lift and she glances down as gaea wraps a faded towel around her.  magnolia retracts her hand from the rain to grasp the edges of the fabric,  turning around with a renewed smile.  stepping closer,  she presses a quick kiss of thanks to the other woman’s lips.  when she draws back,  there’s a lingering fondness in her eyes.  

❛   it’s kind of nice  ❜  she notes   ❛  like something in a movie.  ❜  almost romantic,  save for the cobwebs and aging wood.  brows lift a little and her head tilts to the side to glance back through the doorway towards travis almost pacing inside.  she supposes the fact this forest isn’t entirely safe and the storm could delay them until nightfall dampens the beauty of it.  magnolia draws in a low breath and readjusts the towel around her shoulders.  she leans towards and pecks gaea’s cheek.  ❛  i guess we should try to stay warm.  ❜

[slashaer-arc]

gaea lysimachia  ,  how did you get this scar?

                boy retracts involuntarily from the hand that’s stretched out towards him. aware of the scar gaea is referring to, klaus was hoping it wasn’t that noticable, that it had faded between then and now. blinking away his own concerned expression, the stoic baudelaire clasps his hands behind his back, trying his best to stand tall, though there is difficulty in looking at the woman in front of him.  ‘ count olaf, he... when my sisters and i were given over to him, he... hit me. his ring cut my cheek when i fell, ’  brow furrows just so at the admission - up until now, only violet had known about olaf laying a hand on him. if klaus didn’t know any better, he’d say the spot on his cheekbone stung as he mentioned it.  ‘ he’s an evil man who shouldn’t be around children. around anyone. and yet, no one listens to us, ’  eyes finally land on gaea’s.  ‘ how much must we go through before adults believe us? ’     @herbtm.

[nibanmenooji]

@herbtm​ asked: ❛ you got me flowers? ❜

“Jinan did, actually. He asked that I made sure you received them,” Haruto states simply. His brother had mentioned that there was some sort of joyous occasion for Gaea, but he knows the elder well enough to know that he sent them simply because he cares about her.

With the engagement, it’s become rather difficult for him to do these little things he’s enjoyed doing for the woman for so long, so Haruto silently agreed to help facilitate this.

“He mentioned something about a sunflower field, that there had to be at least some in the bouquet. I’m sure that means something more to you than it does to anyone else...” the youngest prince trails off as he looks the woman over. Even in their few interactions, she’d always been kind. It’s no wonder that even with circumstances the way they are, Jinan ensures she doesn’t feel left behind.

[spxnglr]

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || 📂📂📂 || @herbtm​

1. He’s the only one that knows about Ray’s...intimacy...with a ghost. There’s no way Peter could’ve been trusted with that information, and Winston wasn’t around at that point.

2. I’ve said this one before I think, but he used to skate to get to his classes quicker when he was a student, and whenever he confiscated a skateboard from one of his own students at Columbia, he’d ride it away just to prove a point. Back straight, hands in his pockets. Onlookers would always find it funny.

3. He was left-handed initially, but his religious father didn’t approve and thus got his teachers to really emphasise his right, which worked. He’s now right-handed, but reckons he could train himself to use his left again if he put his mind to it.

[huntedvideo]

             hilt of one palm is dug into one eye, finley walking out of his bedroom, half dressed in sweatpants. as was routine for most mornings, man stops to check his daughter’s room. noticing the bed was empty, a jolt of panic runs through his body. steps are faster now as he walks down the hallway, entering the living room, only to heave a tired of sigh of relief when he sees hunter in gaea’s lap at the breakfast table.  ‘ you two are so quiet, i thought i was th’only one left in th’apartment, ’  hands now rest on his hips, fin yawning as he grins over at the duo.  ‘ you eaten yet? ’     @herbtm​.

[acenixon]

gaea lysimachia  ,  💬  for a random dialogue starter.

             ‘ please don’t argue! ’  the words are hissed, quiet and careful, ace glancing around the facility’s hallway as they usher gaea away. eyes landing back on the woman, it’s clear that they’re worried, alarmed. ace had no idea what they were getting into when taking the internship, but now that they knew what the facility was doing, they didn’t want anyone else getting dragged into it.  ‘ you need to leave, it’s not safe for you here, ’     @herbtm​.

[cicatrise]

@herbtm asked: [ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand ► from this meme.

The correspondence he’s had with Gaea Lysimachia is one that Ryu still isn’t sure how to compute. She sends him text messages and he replies as anyone would, but when it occurred to him that she’d been regularly sending him things since their first encounter, a part of him started wondering what there was to gain out of all of it.

Surely she has other friends, other matters to attend to-- and yet everyday, without fail, Gaea replies to him at least once. Such constant interaction with a human is novel to him, even compared to the old days; back when the earth was new, communication with the gods was almost always one-sided.

That said, Ryu'd been mulling over a message asking him about his hobbies for nearly an entire day when he finally settled on sending an I’ll show you. What days are you free in the morning? in response.

So now Gaea’s here with him before sunrise, sitting at the docks by his right while a bag and a canvas is to his left. And now they’re waiting.

A cool breeze comes from the sea, and while Ryu is comforted by its chill, he doesn’t miss the way Gaea shivers. He chalks what comes after to the strangeness of the entire situation: he doesn’t often talk to humans this much, after all, much less see them again before his next rotation back out to the lighthouse. But his hand-- warm in this human-shaped prison, usually such a burden and suddenly so necessary-- reaches over to take hers and bring it towards him.

Ryu rubs Gaea’s hand between both of his, then dips his head to puff gently against it.

“You came underdressed,” he says, more out of observation than scolding. “I have a jacket in my bag, if you want it.”

[goreverine-archive1]

@herbtm​ sent a meme: in a hotel room,  up against the window overlooking a busy city.

If only he had a view from the other side.

From this side, though, he has Gaea pressed flat against that gigantic pane of glass, pinned like a butterfly on cork. There’s still a layer of that beautiful soft, delicate silk of her undone robe caught between their bodies (his clothed, her nude) -- otherwise, she’s on full display to the world, thighs and belly and tits and cheek pancaked on the cold surface.

“So.” He speaks lowly, quietly, even though he’s pressed oh-so-close to her. ( Nearly in her; not quite yet. Just being cruel, handling her and teasing her. ) “I imagine your daddy tinted these windows to keep your business private. That’s a fucking pity.”

The knee trapped between her thigh presses up; it’s a little too harsh.

“I mean, knowing how much you like to be seen, is all. Wouldn’t you?”

[fferal-archive]

@herbtm sent a meme: “  i won’t cry for you.  ”

“One: I didn’t fucking ask you to.”

He’s having a tantrum. Something didn’t go to plan, something fell through, and someone risks complete exposure in this long game of playing leech in Gaea’s sad-sack life. ( The someone is himself. )

“Second: I think I remember making you shed a few tears.” Mean words delivered about mean things. He choked her, recently, during --

Now, Daken’s fist reads back, nearly spitting, “Three: Are you sure?”

There’s a shatter, here, when his fist flies past her head and collides into the mirror right behind her, sending fragments of glass ( and his blood ) flying in the air -- he wouldn’t damage the real merchandise --

[desafia]

@herbtm​ sent: [ TIMID ]  the submissive partner getting self conscious and covering their face,  laughing softly at the intensity.   + jack @nverdied​.

         love is not a gift magnolia ever thought she would have in abundance.  in fact,  for a rather long time,  she thought she would never have any at all.  but that has changed since knowing gaea and jack.  what hasn’t,  and perhaps never will,  is her ravenous hunger to consume and be consumed,  fueled by affection,  increased by lust.  all those years without is easily made evident by the manner in which she behaves when she has the two of them all to herself like this.  she can hardly keep her hands  (  and mouth  )  off of either one.  though,  the attention is particularly honed in on gaea in this moment.  sitting with the woman’s head in her lap,  one hand at her face and the other at a breast,  she has a perfect view to watch jack on the other end equally losing himself in her  (  both figuratively and literally  ).  the only thing better than watching that hungry look in his eyes when he is on top of herself is getting to watch him between her thighs with that same fervor,  always one second away from losing control. 

he never does...but he could.  and sometimes she finds that more arousing than she should.  

the brief mental image has her fingers tightening around gaea’s nipple.  the gesture wins her one of those sweet sounds from the beauty’s lips and the next time she pinches,  it is with much more purpose.  a wicked grin arises to her features.  magnolia tilts her head down to look into her lover’s face.  the hand cradling her head moves,  fingers dancing over her forehead and along her temples to soak up every bit of that delicious,  blissful energy radiating from her.  something jack is doing with his mouth must be just right because the pressure of her fingers working at gaea’s nipple paired with his own efforts draws an even better sound from her.  magnolia can immediately sense the way extra warmth must be rising to gaea’s cheeks.  her own smile grows more sweet and affectionate when the other woman covers her face.  

magnolia carefully leans down and press her lips to her forehead,  the hand at her breast gently smoothing over and kneading at tender flesh.  ❝  so pretty,  ❞  she murmurs.  she drifts her touch along her shoulders and forearms until she grasps gently at gaea’s wrists to pry them away from those angelic features.  the moment she has a view of her again,  she shifts to press her thumb to her lips.  that flame is rekindled in her eyes as magnolia pushes her finger into gaea’s mouth.  ❝  my.  turn,  ❞  she decides.  her gaze flickers back up towards where jack is still having his feast between her thighs.  ❝  w-want.  to taste...you both.  ❞

[eurosleazarchive]

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒.

schmash or pash. / @herbtm.

" well, of course i would, uh, i would smash. anybody would say it. you're honestly one of the most gorgeous people i've ever had the pleasure to see. not to keep rambling, but i just. i gotta say it every time i see you. "

[anarkissm]

the catwoman enters a room through a floor-to-ceiling window, thirty stories high; a gaping hole perfectly cut into the glass, approximately forty-eight centimeters in diameter. soft blue light, in the darkness. a computer monitor glowing on top of a spacious desk. she moves like a shadow, steady, silent, low to the ground.

corporate espionage is typically simple; boring. reconnaissance. infiltration. stealing the product formula from one company, and selling it to a rival organization. or every rival organization. selina kyle is not selective, in that regard. there is sweet satisfaction in knowing that another cartel empire will hurt. another titan will fall.

a maze of laboratories are located at the top floor. guarded at every exit. but this office, @inaceae‘s office, is equipped with a private elevator connecting the head scientist to every lab room.

from a black, compact backpack, she withdraws a handheld hard drive device. a complex AI algorithm that de-scrambles password security software. the gilded pedigree of an international thief, with her high success rate and network, can afford the best toys. polymer-fiber ropes. HUD goggles with infrared sensors, binocular vision. titanium-tipped claws. she intends to rip open the elevator's access panel and bypass its coded security.

but selina never gets that opportunity.

she leaps into the ceiling, sinking her claws into the drywall behind her, as lysimachia rushes into the office, bursting through the door, locking it. does not notice the hole, fixed high into the windowpane. selina assesses the scientist’s movements, frantic, urgent, running towards the elevator. and then, suddenly, the door is forced open, ripped from its hinges. selina watches the barrel of a silencer enter the room, and then the hand that holds the baretta. with no hesitation, she unsheathes her claws, descends, ramming her knees into the assailant's shoulders with the full force of her weight. hears the crunch of bone, the violently dislocated shoulder. with a strangled cry, the weapon is dropped. and the catwoman lands on her feet.

"lucky me,"  selina plucks the handgun from the carpet, and fluidly detaches the ballistic cartridge from its chamber. stepping over the prone body. behind the mask, her gaze fixes on lysimachia.

"you get to give me a tour."