#ratherbewild

[cravesfreedom]

when @ratherbewild, @hauntinghosts @herose & i never fucking sleep.  @luridtruths & @antolcgias​ the only  real  adults in the chat. 

[antolcgias]

ASKED BY @ratherbewild (feat. @luridtruths ) :: “I’d like to see you try.” hunters ktj

PROMPTS! 

❝ NOPE. It should be Julia. ❞ Startles still with the quick turn of the head towards her, and the kind eyes that are rounded in keen focus on her before Keyleth can utter, ❝ What? He likes you ... ❞

A beat, and Keyleth guides the plastic plate of nachos towards Tegan’s end of the table. Waits for the familiar start to the blonde stuffing her face and ending with, ❝ ... also Tee can’t scare him. We can’t afford to be on his bad side. ❞

The swift double-birds are a nice welcome.

[hauntinghosts]

@ratherbewild asked: ❛ Do you trust me? ❜ (claire @ kaia) || meme

  Kaia gazes out from the passenger window of the parked car, nervous hands fidgeting with her fastened seatbelt. A house looms just beyond the lawn, standing eerie and vacant, a mere hint at what remains inside. If they're lucky, they'll find clues offering small glimpses into someone's personal tragedy. If they're not, they might just find tragedy themselves.

  Maybe she was trying too hard when she told Claire she was ready for this. Like a third passenger, the doubt's been there every hour of the long drive.

  It only takes four words to crack through the ice holding her in place. Her cheeks warm with color, like Claire's the sun itself bathing over her. Kaia takes a deep breath and, with a click, the seatbelt slides across her chest.

    ❝ I trust you. Don't take it for granted, okay? ❞

[tobeblamed]

starter for @ratherbewild​  [ krissy ] !

      ‘  how’d you even manage to get arrested?  ’

[herose]

❔

send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like thrown at mine!

FROST   :    landon is a wise ass, superhero obsessed kid that frost saves all on her own and accidentally gets “killed” right after, but it turns out he never needed saving in the first place because he regenerates.   OR   a human or werewolf verse where they knew each other as children for a bit and landon wasn’t a dick to her for her condition so that was nice. 

CLAIRE   :   claire is on a hunt and assumes a loner is a her target.   when she realizes she was wrong,  he helps her finish the hunt,  only for them to realize he may not be human after all.  OR  them being friends at the salvatore school. 

MAGDA  :   a kind of men of letters and triad adjacent au where magda and landon are actually captured and studied,  but become friends and break out together   OR   landon and magda bonding in art therapy at the salvatore school.

KRISSY  :   a legacies au where when krissy was freshly turned, she drained a boy completely because she wasn’t able to control her power.  years later, now reformed but out of place at the salvatore school,  she sees him again  OR  a croatoan verse where landon, being part pheonix but not knowing, is impervious to the virus.  krissy saves him one day,  and upon realizing this,  decides that he might be important to finding a cure  ––  or at least some way of fighting back against lucifer.  ( but really its her bravery and smarts all along, he’s just a sidekick.  )

PATIENCE  :  lesbian and mlm excellence in  every  universe please.   was she cassie’s cousin or best friend that landon hung out with when he was third wheeling with cassie and raf ?  maybe.  are they fast friends at salvatore school ?   are they best friend in a pre-salvatore / more spn based universe ?  perhaps. 

QUENTIN   :   SUIC/IDE MENTION TW .   landon swears he wasn’t trying to kill himself,  because he wasn’t sure he could actually ever die.   he lands in treatment anyway.   there he meets a young quentin coldwater  ––  another first timer.  they bond quickly and easily,  both nerdy,  helplessly alone,  and preoccupied with a world everyone else had grown out of.   quentin loses track of landon when they move on to outpatient care,  with landon switching from home to home.   years later,  quentin swears he spots him at the brakebills entrance exam. 

ELIOT   :    i hate you the fact that none of your aus for eliot are up is   garbage  and i’ve already been nice and given you crumbs for quentin so i will not be providing any idea for them. 

[doomdays-a]

“WE CAN’T MAKE UP FOR THE PAST IF WE’RE DEAD.”

      ⇢ @ratherbewild​

❝  And will you?  ❞   she asks,  not missing a beat.  She’s not one to judge  ---  not him,  not anyone;  she never has been,  always so welcoming of people despite wherever they come from,  whatever they’re known for.  She knows how necessary it is in the life they live and the choices they’re forced to make  ----  so she welcomes everyone with her warm demeanor,  despite her curiosity.  ❝  Is that what you’re trying to do,  John?  Make up for the past?  ❞

[emorality]

“YOU ALMOST GOT YOURSELF KILLED.”

      ⇢ @ratherbewild​

She shakes her head,  looking down at the floor below instead of to him  ----  because the thought of no longer being her with him isn’t something she can think about.  And for the first time,  it’s not a selfish thought  ---  it’s not about what she’s losing.  Her own life used to come before everything else  ---  it had to,  because it was the only way to survive.  But then she found a family;  she learned that life was more than just surviving day to day.  The survivor move used to be all she knew  ---  until she come to understand morality,  until the question of what was right versus what was wrong started to mean something to her.  This time,  it wasn’t about saving herself  ---  it was about saving everyone.  She learned that from her family.  

❝  I couldn’t just leave,  John.  ❞  Her voice is tired;  she still feels weak from the sickness  ----  but it doesn’t bother her;  there’s power in that, in knowing that for once in her life,  there was something that only she was capable of doing,  that people needed to rely on her because of that.  Does he know how much she needed that?

❝  Still alive.  ❞   Nonchalant,  like it’s no big deal,  because it doesn’t feel like one,  not when she’s been hurt worse before only fighting for her own life.  ❝  And so is everyone else.   Because of us,  John.  ❞

[archived-antolcgias]

❛ relax. i’m just gonna scare him a little. ❜ tealeth

GOOD GIRL PROMPTS | @ratherbewild

Eyebrows rise, but the swift quip is stunted by a tinier voice,      ❝ Jus’ a lille’ ! ❞ Shouted up, bright and bubbly, from the babe at Tegan’s hip who smiles toothy and wide. Keyleth extends hands and reaches out to take back the boy, whispering low underbreath, ❝ No mauling. Please. ❞ 

[novaek]

message : ‘ who cares where happiness comes from? look, we’re all a little weird, we’re all a little wacky – some more than others – but… if it works, it works. ’

from : @ratherbewild​  /  patience

WHEN CLAIRE LOST HER FAMILY SO LONG AGO...  she’d never expected to find another. hadn’t known, back then, that it was possible to find people who would love some pain in the ass kid, with an attitude to match. as a teenager, she was nothing more than a runaway and a thief  -  didn’t care about who she might be taking from, so long as she was SURVIVING. a young girl, angry at the world; the blame placed on the shoulders of an angel and two hunters. and yet, it was through hunting monsters that she’d found her family. a handful of headstrong kids, and a sheriff who’d lost her whole life. patience is right,  though. they do work. somehow. 

lips curve up into a smile  -  claire is CONTENT with this life. wouldn’t trade it for anything. sam and dean had told her time and time again that they didn’t want this life for her, but what did they expect ?  she was a child when she watched her father succumb to his devout faith and become a vessel for castiel. and only a few years later, she’d lost her mother. this was the only path. but she is happy.

      ❛ how is it fair that you and alex are so smart ? ❜  she asks, followed by a shrug of shoulders  ❛ at least jody has you two, i think i’m the one that’s going to drive her to an early grave. ❜

[serpentpack]

it’s been   a year   since they last saw each other ,   since toni and the serpents went running   ––   away from the one place toni thought they might   stay .    and there’s still a   heaviness   between them ,   the pitfall of an   almost  burrowed deep in their stomachs.    she inhales shaky.    this is about more than the two of them.    suck it up ,   topaz.

❛❛   ––   i wouldn’t have come if i could go to   anyone else ,   ❜❜    she starts abruptly ,  tugging at the sleeves of her flannel shirt tied around her waist nervously.    and it’s   true .    all the witches and   friendly-ish   hunters she knows are awol   ––   or  dead .     patience is someone she can  trust  .  .  .    or at least someone she used to.     ❛❛   my pack’s   missing .    all of them.   ❜❜

｡ * ․ ･ ☽    @ratherbewild​​ ​ liked.

[cravesfreedom]

@ratherbewild​​​  sent :  “ we all have sins to pay penance for. ” angel!frost @ anna

      ❛   SCREW  THAT.   Call them mistakes and get on with it.   Whoever thought we were supposed to be  perfect  is wrong.   We’ve been  lying  to ourselves for a long,  long  time ---   ❜       dare she say it ?      ❛  ---  you  know  we’re just as flawed as  them.  ❜

[antolcgias]

ASKED BY @ratherbewild​: “ once there is blood on your hands, they will never be clean. ” tealeth

HEROES & VILLAINS STARTERS

❝ ... that’s always been your problem. ❞ Spat out from behind the vines that twist along the walls in her cell. She had been left alone. There in the dead accelerator’s repurposed pipeline — S.T.A.R Lab’s darkened underground— she was made to wait as they waffled about with what to do with her. Keyleth sat, hands spread onto the floor — unforgiving metal cold against pale skin — and felt nothing. No earth except what they failed to pick from her pockets. 

Dirt enough to use — to grow from. Expand. The vines thicken against the walls, and though they cannot break them, she’s given a little sanctuary. Stares out through the glass at Tegan’s eyes — the ones searching and pleading. So, she starts again, ❝ Nature is wrathful but also benevolent. You assumed I’d always be the latter. ❞ There’s no smile as she speaks, and there is no shame across her features at the confession, ❝ I’m sure the Flash’s little team found them. All of them buried under new gardens. Serving nature as they once took from it with such greed ... ❞ 

Profiteers, each and every one of them. Desperate people trying to ply her with money. With all the worthless things they’d stepped on the world to hoard, ❝ My hands were never clean, my love. You simply refused to see it. ❞ 

[riotkissedarchived]

𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸   ––   𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯   𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 .

JESSE TURNER & CLAIRE NOVAK : PHOTO BY KRISSY CHAMBERS !

[tobeblamed]

starter for @ratherbewild​ [ tegan ] !

  ‘  we’ll need the bikes tomorrow for the search. ’    a rather indirect command followed,   ‘  think you guys will have ‘em fixed by then?  ’

[herose]

random writers block exercise.  /  cc: @ratherbewild​​

He thought he could slip by unnoticed. By the time he disappeared, the night had dissolved into a drunken whirlwind – Margo and Eliot marching into a fragile chaos that always threatened to teeter into despair. The whole summer has stretched on like this. In theory, the three of them were unwanted school kids left behind on an empty campus. But at times, it seemed that his friends orbited a different sun. They held themselves like rulers of their own private kingdom: Landon was merely a visitor. 

Then again - ever since Malivore, Landon hasn’t felt settled in his own body. He watches his life unfold from a distance, like a movie he’s walked in on too late. Relief only comes to him in small bursts, memories slipping through his fingers. At the bottom of the lake, Landon calls out a name he won’t remember when he resurfaces. Water fills his lungs. 

He’s used to waking with a jolt, instinct guiding him back to the dock before his body remembers that it can’t swim. This time, he’s tugged violently to shore by his foot before he’s fully come to. Landon barely registers the shrieking before he makes out the words. Heavy eyelids crack open, senses still reeling. After he stares at the figure before him for too long, he slowly puts the pieces together. Margo’s frame whirls in to focus, soaked wet and shivering in the cool of the summer night. And angry, snarling, wounded as she scolds him. Eliot wobbles a safe distance behind her, eyes glazed over and fixed on the flames still crackling above the water. 

Pretty, he murmurs in delight. 

When Margo falls asleep that night – well after she’s dried off and near lost her voice reprimanding him – she falls asleep with her hands in both of the boys’ hair. Landon is crushed between them with no means of escape; somehow the faint scent of perfume and the gentle rise and fall of El’s chest against his side don’t make him feel trapped. Margo’s face is burrowed against Landon’s, wetness gracing her cheeks. Tears or saltwater – he doesn’t quite know which. 

“What’s dying like?” 

The question startles him, breaking the gentle silence they’d settled into. He hadn’t realized El was still awake. Margo still sleeps soundly, her steady breaths warming his skin. Landon strains to look over at him with a careful expression. The day they’d first met, they recognized a quiet but insurmountable darkness within each other. Eliot’s suffering ran deeper than his own. Landon thinks back to the first time he’d witnessed Eliot’s guilt. His grief. 

The question scares him. 

“It’s not the peace anyone thinks it is,” Landon murmurs into the dark, fingers grasping to slip through Eliot’s. His eyes close, and he’s filled with the same emptiness that envelopes him with every resurrection. Tries to conjure an image that never comes to him. Landon’s constant longing lends way to agony. Part of him wonders if this is punishment for slaying Malivore: living past an expiration date. A shaky inhale. “It’s not.”

[doomdays-a]

@ratherbewild​    ╱    it’s so much easier for jordan to focus on the good as opposed to the bad.  excitement and happiness are emotions that he’s been feeling all his life,  ones that are in his comfort zone.  the sadness,  the mourning,  the confusion has always been much more difficult for him to come by,  even if he’s felt so much of that recently.  so despite the sadness and the pain he feels over losing someone who has always been so integral to the lessons he learned growing up,  jordan chooses to focus on something more comfortable  —-  the excitement of being here,  a place he’s heard so much about but had given up on believing he would ever be himself  —  earth.

❝  did you miss it here?  ❞   it’s an honest,  innocent question.  he’s heard the stories from his parents’ point of view,  but never from anyone else’s.  even his parents had their own mixed reviews about the planet,  though it was still home.   he wonders what the others felt before  —-  and how they feel now that they’re suddenly here again,  with no way to truly live and no way out.  ❝  is it the same as you remember? ❞