#mudwoven

[rcadia]

𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒘, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔.      /     sansa  stark  aesthetic  board  @mudwoven

[pahriahsxxxxx]

Deadass the love of my life, one of my wifeys, the jake to my ryan. You’re one of those writers that I HAVE to stop and read all your threads on my dash because you’re SOOO incredibly passionate and thorough with all your muses. Even the ones I’m unfamiliar with I feel like I know partially, mostly because you’re so talented at deciphering each muse’s thoughts, voice, and ambitions! I love you fam 👁👄👁 marry me

 cianaaaaaa    ,     the    way    you’ve    got    me    Emo    as    usual    🥺   i   really    don’t    know   what    to    say    because    this    is    all    too    kind    !    i   really   am   so    lucky    to   have   you   as    a   friend    &    as     a    person    who    supports    me    always    .    i   panic   sometimes   bc   i   think    we    don’t    talk    as    much    lately   but   then   i   realise   it’s   that   perfect    level    of     comfort     we    have    where   there’s    just    no   pressure    on    one    another    which    is    rare   to   find    :’)     &    you’re    so???    kind???    like    everything    you’ve    said    here    is    just    REVERSE   UNO   B*TCH.    honestly   i   just    am    forever    astounded    at   your   raw    talent   &    the    effort   you   put   into   each   &    every    one    of    your    characters    .    you   write    such    poetry    ,     every    thread    so   beautifully    unique   to   the    point   that    i   feel   like   i    could    like    guess    the   muse   you    are    currently    writing   from   the    textured    descriptions    you    give    .    you   also    never    repeat    yourself    like     HOW    AND    WHERE    do    you    get    the    inspiration    to    be    so   wonderfully    creative    ?!     save    some   talent    for   the   rest   of   us    ,    jeez.   honestly   ,    you   are   one    of   a    kind    .      everything    you    touch    is    gold   .      and    i    just    love   you    okay?    you    are    my    ryan

[nightmaera]

i wanna take ur theme out on a date and make sure she has a good time and get her some red wine and offer up my entire soul. DAMN THIS THEME BE HOT. good job ily

HONESTLY!!!!!   idk who she is but i cannot stop thinking abt her!!!!  i just know she is a powerful being  .         AAAAAAaaaAAA  tysm  !!!  i love u <3

[puinsh]

❝    that   shit   follows   you   home             ..      no  matter  how  hard  you  try ,   it  follows  you    home .   ❞         @mudwoven​  ,   𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎   +   sam.      

[odinsleep]

@mudwoven​  ›     ft. paola okiro ,  for danny ocean   :   (  ᴹᴱᴸ  )     ›     sc.

[rabldcur-a]

@mudwoven​ said: 🏆 !!!

Thank you !! ;a;

🏆 If you like my character portrayal

[venomtm]

'WE HAVE A PROBLEM.' from sam wilson @mudwoven.

     his focus is drawn towards the stern voice  ,  brown hues falling upon the individual that sought brock’s attention.   the man gives the other a simple look  ,  one that knowledges their presences but doesn’t want to venture further.   ❝  WE ?   sounds more like a ‘you’ problem that doesn’t involve us.  ❞   his tone plays with a disinterest  ,  demonstrating the intentions to end whatever conversation was about to begin.

     although  ,  it wasn’t like eddie to be so dismissive  ,  so shrewd especially with the super - heroes.   he still had a debt to pay for his past sins.   thus he & his partner were bound to whatever was asked upon them.   but in truth the symbiotic host simply desired to be left in peace  ,  to be alone with his other.   the world had been cruel to them & so they wanted freedom from the torments.

     the venom symbiote coos quietly like a whisper from a lover.   the gesture warms eddie’s being  ,  drowning him in morning rays  ,  sensing a weight being lifted.   the klyntar felt the same  ;  slithering beneath his skin  ,  comforting him  ,  reminding him they were in this together.

[toscrve]

@mudwoven​ ;  *twerks on steve's lap* happy birthday zaddy DONT BLOCK ME PLEASE

   picks up his phone immediately. ‘hey shuri... yeah, it’s steve! would you mind coming to pick up your brother? ...he’s in brooklyn, new york... yeah, i’ll send the coordinates in a second...’

[pahriahsxxxxx]

𝚀.        𝙷𝙾𝚆   𝙳𝙾   𝚈𝙾𝚄   𝙵𝙸𝚇   𝙰   𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽   𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶?          you   love   it   .     you    nurture    it    .      you    remind    them    to    be    broken    is    to    be    beautiful    ,     perfection    is    nauseating    .     ——      she    loved    john    ,     every    fibre    of    her    being    elected    him     the     one     the     minute    she    peeked    at    him    through    her    veil   .    she    did    not    see    the    swirl    of    the    storm    beyond    the    oceanic    waves    ,     esme    was    merely    lost    inside     his      gaze    .        (     𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙳   𝙼𝙴      )          how    do    you    fix    a    broken    thing?          𝙰.    𝚈𝙾𝚄    𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃.          devotion    doesn’t    completely    fill    the    empty    spaces    ,     the    fissures    remain    .       though    your    love    is    anchorage    ,     it’s    not    glue     ——      and    even    stitches    will    someday    perish    .        (    𝚋𝚞𝚝    𝚜𝚑𝚎    𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍    ,     𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝    𝚜𝚑𝚎    ?    )       she     waited    with    him    after    terrors    tore    through    his    tranquility    ,      fixed    him    drinks    to    quell    the    anxieties     that     made     his     palms     jitter     .      she    tolerated    the    drinks    &    the    drugs    &    the    guns    &    the    neglect    .        the   days    he    tormented    himself    beyond    able    speech    ,     the    way    she    soldiered    on    until    he    decided    he    couldn’t    stand    the    silence    anymore    .     (      𝚒𝚝'𝚜   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚠𝚊𝚛      were   the   whispers   among   wives     )     .    but    in    spite   of    it    all    ,      esme     loved    completely   ,    only    ever    requiring     the    same    in    return    .      here    stands    a    desperate    woman    with    knees    ready   to   buckle    beneath    the   weight    of   rumours    ,     turning    to    a    brother    for   guidance    .           𝙸𝚂   𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴   𝙰𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁   𝚆𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽?      ——      𝚒   𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍    𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛    𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎    𝚢'𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚎.       her    breath    hitches    at    the    evasive    response    .      though    he’d    given    an    answer    in    his      abstinence    .    the    more      conscientious     brother    had   answered    with    a    twitch    of    solemnity     —      the    kind    that    captured    everything    she    needed    to    know    .     everything    esme    swore    the    rest    of    them    would    likely    conceal    from    her    .

                    ❝        𝙾𝙵   𝙲𝙾𝚄𝚁𝚂𝙴   𝚈𝙾𝚄   𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳𝙽'𝚃...        shelbys   &   peace    don’t    belong    together    .    ❞      esme    condemns    all    those    cursed    with    that    name    .     she    suspects    she    knew    this    day    would    someday    come    ,      feeling    perpetually    haunted     by     a     death    she’d    not    yet    seen    .     the    reaction    she    anticipates    does    not    concede    .     esme    does    not    cry    ,     nor    does    the    world    crumble    begin    to    crumble    around     her    .           (     𝚂𝙷𝙴    𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂    𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙻𝚈    𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚈    ——     𝙰𝚂    𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂    𝚃𝙷𝙴    𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳   .     )

✉️     :    𝙸   𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳   𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁   𝙶𝙸𝚅𝙴   𝚈'𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙴   . @mudwoven​    (arthur s.)

[cozeios]

@mudwoven said:    'A HOME IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT.' jack crawford @ bedelia du maurier.

    𝙹𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙲𝚁𝙰𝚆𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙳 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙰𝙿𝙿𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙷 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚇𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝚂.  he listens with one ear plugged with wax—odysseus sailing past the sirens, only he is deaf both to danger and insight.  he will underestimate hannibal lecter, and it will be his downfall.  it seems nothing bedelia has to say will change this; she wonders why he bothered to puncture the delicate blister of safety she’d constructed for herself if he had only planned to heed every other word she says.  resentment and irritation flare under her breast—she had forced herself to answer his call, had brushed aside her self-preservational instincts and returned herself to hannibal’s sphere of influence, only to be party to another one of his victories.

    bedelia hopes she is mistaken, but doubts that is the case.

    her head angles gently, gaze latching onto jack’s.    “i was content with what i had made for myself,”    she says evenly, picking through her words with care.  though her diction may betray her general malcontent, she is careful to maintain a mask of inscrutability.  to insinuate dissatisfaction rather than grant it free rein.  it is easy to do so.  second nature to show caution in revealing the truth of her feelings; she has long since learned the necessity for it.    “that anonymity is... lost to me, now.”

    whatever hope she’d had of evading hannibal is in the past.  bedelia does not doubt that her efforts have already spared her life, but a great feat achieved once does not lend itself to repetition.  her presence here has returned her to the heart of the maze, and the walls have shifted around her; to find her way out once more, she must choose a different route.  it has already been proven that such a retreat as she attempted is traceable; if jack crawford can find her, then hannibal lecter can as well.  she had been confident, before, that removing the temptation would be sufficient—that dangling herself just out of reach would force him back onto his heels.  now that his match with will graham and the fbi is drawing to a close, the entirety of his focus is liable to turn back to her.

    but there is safety in closeness, and the prospect is not entirely undesirable.

[zadarnic-a]

𝚃𝙰𝚁𝙶𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶      :    //      @mudwoven​      〈     billy      russo      〉      .

       𝚆𝙴𝙴𝙺      𝙾𝙵     𝚁𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙳𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶     𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙲𝙴𝙽𝙳𝚂      .      thawing     fist     constricts,     its     blue     blood     a     near     solidified     icicle.      metal     digits     shed     frost     post     harrowing     slumber.      the     billowing     heave     of     weary     chest     is     accompanied     by     shifting     jaw,      wolven     canines     grinding     insurrection     into     dust.      slate     irises     bleed,     spill     oil     -     slick     black     &.     vocal     cords     are     momentarily     paralyzed,     mind     warring     with     electroshocked     cells.      then,     accented     tonality,     its     compliant     manifestation     devoid     of     insurgency     :      ❛      𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚈      𝚃𝙾      𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝚈      .      ❜

[odisn]

'I KNOW NOTHING OF ROMANCE.' from natasha romanoff.

ROMANCE  IS  EASY ,  RELATIONSHIPS  ARE  HARD .       between the pair lie a mountain of failed dynamics   :   for Thor ,  a sibling he couldn't reconnect with ,  a father he couldn't emulate ,  a mother torn trying to keep this family together as they drifted   ;   like trying to catch an ocean in your palms .     Natasha perhaps feels different ,  perhaps the same   --------------   their stories diverge and intertwine at different points ,  after all .

romance is easy .   romance is impulse ,  is desire ,  is fleeting sensations that come and go and leave you dizzy as you try and comprehend your stance on the world .   does its simplicity hold us back    ?       Thor wonders ,  toying absent - mindedly with his emptied glass ,  watching the light reflect and refract through the vessel .

❝       do you wish to ,  someday     ?     or is that a fantasy long acquired and forgotten by those in this line of work    ?      ❞  

                                @mudwoven    /    p.

[holykissed-aaa]

did i send u one yet idk 🍓 ily

i forgot to post this ages ago so here’s an unformatted post of adoration: ever since i first found your blog, i’ve been completely mesmerized by your writing & your unique takes on characters  ---  one of the very few people that has made me ENJOY damon salvatore  ....  you’ve always been so relentlessly kind, and are one of the more intimidating people i follow (due to sheer talent) that isn’t intimidating at all !!  i hope you have a wonderful day/night whenever you see this, and i want you to know that i appreciate you and ilysm

[vdovaz]

@mudwoven   said   :   ❝   'THOUGHT I'D LET MYSELF IN.' from erik killmonger.

 𝐀   𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍   𝐈𝐍   𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒   :   benign   reality   warped   into   something   palatable,   sugar   pills   or   placebo   pills   or   whatever   helps   put   the   ghosts   to   sleep.   and   there   are   ghosts:   folklore   scribbles   them   in   the   leathery   skin   of   time,   but   all   those   stories   have   to   start   somewhere.   mirrors.   shadows.   the   howling   of   wind   at   night,   breeding   superstition.   she's   no   stranger   to   the   things   that   go   bump   in   the   night.   queen   over   the   dead,   the   widow's   web   spins   delirium   until   even   the   darkness   tastes   like   sucrose,   her   smile   sharp   and   her   gaze   even   sharper.   but   the   ghoul   hiding   in   plain   sight   in   her   own   home   is   not   one   she   expects.

 seemingly   unconcerned   with   his   presence,   natasha   walks   to   the   counter,   cracks   open   a   can   of   cat   food,   slides   it   onto   the   cat's   plate.   liho   watches,   attention   fixated   on   the   intruder   and   not   her   owner   ━━   games   they   play,   a   delicate   balance   between   predator   and   prey,   but   she's   mastered   the   tightrope.         ❝   you   have   thirty   seconds   before   i   stop   being   nice.   ❞

[murdcck]

“ELEKTRA. I KNOW THIS MAY BE HARD FOR YOU TO UNDERSTAND, but there are... ways of going about this that doesn’t involve maiming people.”

ONE-LINER SC \\  @mudwoven​

[vylingas-a]

each day i reminded by how beautifully in depth you write this complex and incredibly underrated character. i love u.

🥺🥺🥺 honestly ciana each day i’m floored how many amazing, complex, fully fleshed-out characters you manage to absolutely nail!!! hearing this from such a talented writer means so much to me