#inmarcesiblcs

[dxsole]

Eventually

@inmarcesiblcs​

@mystiika​

@supes-up​

@galaeus​

@onlydevilsleft​

He’s aware of what he looks like; the irony is that it’s not because of anything malicious this time. He smells of fresh beef, pork, with a hint of old blood that clings to his skin regardless of the number of times he’s washed his hands today. “...I work at a deli...Butcher’s shop.” It explains the stains on the apron and the stench but not so much the fresh crimson lodged beneath his fingernails.

“Sorry, if I reek,” He smiles bashfully, the action boyish and hopelessly innocent looking. “I swear it all washes off...eventually.” No it doesn’t. Not when he continues with the knife long after he’s clocked out for the day. “Um, have you seen a teenage girl around? Red hair like mine? She’s my sister, I’m supposed to pick her up here...” 

[genotypiic]

“ i didn’t get in a fight, darling, ” it’s not entirely a lie ... he didn’t get in a fight, per se - he just got hit once and that was the end of it. it’s just as well - charles always knew he was destined to run his mouth in the wrong place at the wrong time. truthfully, he’s just surprised someone finally had the guts to do it. the only damage seems to be a bruise to the cheekbone that’s been darkening exponentially over the course of the afternoon. his ego, too, is bruised - but he can live with that. “ i can feel how anxious you are. i promise, i’m going to be fine. ” 

@inmarcesiblcs - a starter for zoe!

[titanlights-moved]

@inmarcesiblcs​ sent: you got a little something on your lip… here, let me just…( kc @ jay, wOw )

In hindsight Jay knows they should’ve caught on to KC’s act. However in the moment they pause and stare at him, expecting him to wipe off a piece of lettuce from their wrap. Instead he leans in and kisses them, soft and not demanding. They grin against his lips. He’s somehow extremely smooth and dorky at the same time, and they love that. 

“I’m gonna go out on a limb here and guess that there wasn’t anything on my lip?” They joke. “I hope you’re glad I like you. I wouldn’t have let you do that if i didn’t.” As they take another bite, some mayo drips onto the plate. In a flash they scoop it up and plop it onto KC’s nose. “Haha! Payback, not really, kinda, no not at all. But it’s funny!”

[seekesotsibteadmist]

( TOUCH ) / from mirembe uwu

   Saima often had a hard time recognizing how sensitive they were to touch. After all, they were quite used to having their personal space. And quite used to people not really wanting to touch them even if the opportunity was afforded it. So .. they didn’t really know how to react to when it did happen.

Not that it would take anything away from such precious moments. Out with Mirembe, Saima was glad to enjoy her company - regaling her with the stories of their existence and hearing much of her own travels. Something about sharing such experiences always brought out a brightness, a vibrant energy in them - the results of being heard and cared for in ways that still surprised.

It shouldn’t have surprised them much - being part of the Order had done wonders for them, those connections bringing a sense of purpose that felt even more meaningful than ever. Talk about a refreshing experience.

But even with that in mind, the moment when they felt Mirembe’s hand brush against their own, lurking beneath the table they were sitting at, Saima wouldn’t dare move their hand. Instead they glance at her with a smile, letting themselves relish in that touch and maybe.. just maybe lean into it all the more. Having that hand entangle with hers didn’t seem like a bad idea, they figured.

It was already there, after all.

Besides, there was nothing wrong with letting that touch linger for a while. All they would hope for is that this wouldn’t be the last touch that they shared.

[not-your-chosen]

beat dance with them. ( eugene @ ory! )

Oryanna was not particularly attuned to human dancing, but it seemed rather easy compared to the dancing she had tried to learn when young and reclaiming her heritage. She much easier made the beat than danced to it. But she was young and he was young and charming, and the herald's rest nearly rocked with the amount of jumps and twirling and etcetera, so....

She is holding the forearm of the dark haired man as they twirled together in a circle, jumping with the beat of the music and the claps of the audience. 

“Herald!” she can hear one of her advisors call her, and her head turns to see all three of them looking at her, bemused.

“One last dance!” She calls back.

“One last dance?” she repeats, her grin sheepish as she looks to her partner as the song changes.

[manenimittliv-arch]

TFLN ( from tj omfg why not )

[SMS] Jerry, you need to find god

[urbxnlegxnd]

@inmarcesiblcs​ - plotted (Diana)

The man’s crusade had taken him to Norwood, Ohio this time. His crusade consisted of him going to cites and states one at a time worldwide, in order to eradicate crime from the areas until only peace remained. So they’d be peaceful and crime free, like his hometown was. 

Speaking of crime, the man sensed a disturbance. He sensed a group of men had surrounded someone with the intention of dragging them about and using them as a hostage multiple times. Oh not on his watch! He wasn’t letting that happen. He disappeared from sight. 

Lee then reappeared behind the men, one at a time, via teleportation! Hitting each and every one of them in the pressure point of the neck, knocking them flat out cold. His attention turned towards the other with a kind smile on his features. “Are you alright?”

[genotypiic]

“ ian, please! ” charles manages between fits of laughter, leaning away from ian and swatting at him, “ i have to finish this reading, and then i promise you’ll have all of my attention. ” it’s late, and his eyes are burning with the need for sleep. he’s stopped keeping track of the cups of tea he’s consumed somewhere around the eight mark, and that was an unknown number of hours ago - he should probably eat something soon. “ don’t you have a paper to be writing? ” it’s a playful chide coupled with arms crossed across his chest, turning in his seat to face ian.

@inmarcesiblcs​ - you requested college vibes.

[lyquidmetal-a]

014.   from behind hug . ( ágata uwu )

She paused, shoulders and back tensing as the shorter woman wrapped her arms around her waist. She didn't stay that tense for long, figuring Agata was not using the gesture to threaten but rather to give comfort. She couldn't particularly understand the reasoning behind it, but she couldnt really understand humans in general.

“I will be fine.” She tried to be comforting, as one hand tentitively stroked over the back of agatas

[seekesotsibteadmist]

the world will not shrug all that much at our passing. / from kc. i'm not saying he means "my" passing, but... he does

     Saima certainly can read between the lines of what KC is implying and they don’t like that one bit. Not at all. They remain quiet for a few beats before they respond, clearly caring too much for KC for what he says to be let pass so easily.

“KC. Listen. The world does move on when beings leave it. That I will not deny - but if you’re taking this an excuse to suggest that your life doesn’t matter, that you won’t have left an impact on this world? That’s not true. That’s not true at all and I .. I can’t in good faith allow you to think that.  There’s reasons for us being around, there’s reasons for you being around. And you do and will have made a difference, a notable difference for existing and for being everything that you are.

I will not hear otherwise. I certainly won’t believe otherwise, so you’re not going to convince me of that. And I will keep saying this.. as often as you need to hear it - but you matter, you matter a lot to me - and to many others that you’ve had the chance of meeting in your lifetime. I will be all too willing to remind you of that fact. “

[thunderbringer-a]

@inmarcesiblcs​​ said :  “Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.” ( adelaide uwu ) sentence starters 

            the storm may come and thunder rolls , but there is no mistaking the ones of HIS DOING .  of course , this thunderer is a bit hot headed , his mood in the recent evening taking a dive for the worst but had his fury grown to STORMY proportions there wouldn’t be merely a little clap of thunder . oh no . they’d hear him coming for miles .  ❝  this is not me , and do not pretend to know that it is . if i were riddled with RAGE , trust me then you’d know it .  ❞  and only when he walks away does he mumble something about her being lame under his breath . 

[horrormaestro-aa]

@INMARCESIBLCS​  SENT :   TFLN / avi TEXTS  FROM  LAST  NIGHT      ⁄      ACCEPTING.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓  𝐈𝐃      —      𝐀𝐕𝐈             msg      ––––––      if  it  has  a  penis ,  it  will  be  stupid.  that’s  just  how                                             it  works.  🤷🏻‍♀️

[titanlights-moved]

@inmarcesiblcs​ gets makoto meeting Zoe!

They’ve been asking around in the area about a librarian who might be a mutant. Makoto doesn’t ever mention the mutant part of course. It’s usually better to avoid finding out if someone hates mutants or not. Especially as Makoto’s mutation has just revealed itself and they don’t know what to do. There’s energy tingling beneath their skin as they make their way to the library where people say Zoe works. 

Keep it calm Izumi. 

The smell of books does exactly that when they open the doors. Shelves upon shelves soar above them and beyond their field of vision. It’s beautiful, but they don’t have time to look through everything. Instead they make their way to the information desk. “Excuse me,” they whisper. “I’m looking for a Zoe Wallace? I need to talk with her.”

[ofginjxints]

closed starter for @inmarcesiblcs​ send “winding down” for a starter where our muses are leaving a party together in the early hours of the morning.

With KC stumbling up the stairs before her, Dani couldn’t help but let out a vodka fuelled and far-from-delicate laugh. Revellers were gathering outside after the last song and the woman hooked her arm around the man, not exactly helping either of them though as they attempted to manoeuvre the busy street.

“Y’know, apart from the whole not getting laid thing, I can’t think of anyone else I’d rather go home with.” She teased.

[spaceodditty]

𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 // @inmarcesiblcs​

HAYLEY MISSED HER PINK HAIR. Not only because of aesthetics but also because of the memories when she had this look. When she had colored hair, she hadn't faced interdimensional monsters; she hadn't broken a bone, much less had her heart broken into several pieces. Her pre-Hawkins life was far from perfect, but it was certainly better than the last two years of her life.

"Uh ... Hi?" She did not understand their animation but found it adorable, and soon a shy smile emerged on her lips. "I wanted to dye my hair pink. Do you think it is possible?" Her hair was now in its natural color, a medium-dark brown. "I need a makeover." Her big eyes looked at them while waiting for a reply.

[moodyxteen]

You’re not breathing. Breathe. ( from tj! )

x | accepting. 

Ellie sucked in air through gritted teeth, resisting the urge to pull away from the man’s hands only because she couldn’t reach the gash herself. 

“Just fucking ow-!” She hissed, digging her nails into the palms of her hands in an attempt to ground herself. “Just fucking hurry up.”