#refusal of the call

[theferalgeode]

"They say a hero lives here."

"Well whoever told you that was just pulling your leg, the only one who lives here is me."

"Doesn't that make you the hero?"

"Me? Look at me. Down an arm and a leg, the body of a twig? A hero? No sire I am not the hero."

"But you have the mark, right there on your neck."

"Just a weird birthmark, I'm afraid. Now, I have things to do and would really appreciate it if you would get off my veranda."

[besttropeveershowdown]

The Best Trope Ever Showdown: Round 1, Side C

Lovable Rogue

Propaganda:

Scoundrels and bastards and thieves, we can't help but love those no-good-rogues because they are just so charming and charismatic.

Refusal of the Call

Propaganda:

Go adventuring? No thank you, I'd rather stay home. Please leave me alone. Wait. I said leave me alone!!!

[markeyverse]

warmup today and mood

[evelynbenvie]

[bluseum]

refusal of the call challenge!!!!!

[doesn’t follow my dreams or passions because of anxiety]

[betweenthetimeandsound]

--prompt from @flashfictionfridayofficial

If a message can't come through digital means, the angel thought, then that petulant little girl will have to find out through old-fashioned means.

Watching Alexandra lay down on the riverbank, listening to drum-and-bass while fondling her fingers on the weeds, the angel teased on the blade of their sword with their fingers, testing out the steel by how it cut. While their immortality didn't allow them to risk death, blood still came through, and dropped on their feet.

To kill the girl would break many rules; not being that she just turned twenty and excelled in her studies. She gave herself to peace in her city; riots sprung up like dandelions and weren't easily blown away. She rose her neck and offered her hands to those writhing on the streets, asking for help when the police would come and beat them.

That doesn't matter now. The angel finally decided. She has to know her task.

***

The song selection becoming more and more blurred, Alexandra gave up skipping songs and picked a playlist of psychedelic rock. The guitars twangs initially didn't get her at first, but the vibrant beats did, and she surrendered herself into the mix of trippy measures and ripply water.

The sun, on the other hand, found itself in her palm.

Her phone battery started to heat up; the lithium-ion battery letting out smoke before it exploded into several different shards. Trembling, Alexandra yanked the earbuds out of her ears before the fire would reach the wires. Watching them combust, she winced before tumbling into the river, her hands shocked.

And then, she spotted an angel.

Alexandra didn't note the dove-like wings nor the sword they carried, but their soft features, smothered with an iron-like gaze from their gray eyes. A tussle of golden curls crowned them, though Alexandra squinted her eyes, thinking she spotted a halo. While the temperature remained comfortable, as the angel leaned closer to her.

But when she reached her hand out, the angel took their sword and scratched her arm. And all Alexandra could do was marvel at the wound.

"Why did you not answer the call?"

Alexandra's eyes gaped. "What call? I don't have a phone!"

The angel glanced at their sword, glistening despite the traces of blood. They saw themselves falling through the steel, while Alexandra shook herself up, her left hand covering her right arm, falling into spasms. They nodded before turning back to the girl, waterlogged and hesitant.

"The call to save your family. And the world."

She shook her head. "But what is there to save? The world is falling apart, and I don't know where to begin!"

Another slash came, this time to the closer to the neck. Alexandra rustled.

"But you have to begin. Or else we'll see a bunch of pretty scars along your body, and a depilated landscape to accompany it."

[quixoticanarchy]

I didn’t miss that social cue I just thought it was stupid 

[andy-dandy]

love seeing the beginnings of perseus "pay your fucking child support" jackson's crusade against the gods' parental negligence problem in ep 1 & 2 of the pjo show. the absolute KING of "my daddy gave me issues so HE'S about to HAVE issues"

[shrimplovercat]

she holds him up to her brood patch btw. if you care

[rgf-scenarios]

Ingrid Sundberg, Archplot Structure

[teaboot]

One of my many brothers has a sensory issue regarding certain types of metal

It appears that my cutlery is uniquely offensive, which is uniquely bothersome when he comes to visit and ends up eating tortellini with his hands

But I believe I have devised a most elegant solution

Jimmy's forks

[bethanydelleman]

[nenayaquisieras]

my brain is saying 141 with a reader that sees dead people. like they notice how respectful she is to the dead. when she kills she moves the bodies, sometimes says a small prayer to herself. they see her looking at things that aren’t there. “Did you see that? Never mind.” or she mentions she feels something weird in the air, or something wrong. talks to the team about the sleep paralysis she gets, always leaving out the grayish dark figure that accompanies her on those nights.

She’s never told anyone until she got drunk enough to were she’s literally laughing saying

“oh yea i see dead people.” And the guys obv think she’s joking and egg her on about said dead people she sees. but then she tells them about the entities that follow them, the people they’ve killed, always following them around. some are very angry, she feels their malicious intentions. ends up describing them in grave detail, they way they looked, what they wore, the last words they spoke before her teammates pulled the trigger. Something that only THEY would know.

“oh man, let me tell you about Gilbert my sleep paralysis demon. I swear he’s been visiting me more and more recently.”

[evelynbenvie]

Treat yourself to an indie book this weekend ✨️

Pick up I AM NOT YOUR CHOSEN ONE and follow Kell as he fights demons(?), gods, and destiny itself to find his way home, wherever that might be.

[akimao]

"You have this very warm coat, let's make good use of it!"

[thots-and-thoughts1031]

I have an idea for a book. Called “The Siren Pirate.” I feel like it’s been done but maybe not? Like Mary Reade the famous pirate that disguised herself as a man for who knows how long, as a siren, with a fated mate. Who’s a bi man who fucked Black Beard.

Like I could write it. I won’t say it’ll be good. But I could write it.