#survivcrsguilt

[somewherebetweenrage]

plotted starter for whichever one of Erik's family members wants to pick up the conversation and explain that this idiot fell asleep and let his tea go cold @wcrriorhearts / @mxndwitch / @survivcrsguilt

Erik Lehnsherr does not get sick. It’s a statement of fact, an acknowledgement of the way the world is; the mutant has had injuries aplenty, but he could count on one hand the number of times he has been genuinely ill. Meaning that, when his heart starts to fail, he is quick to notice.

It’s to be expected really, at his age. Auburn hair has long since greyed, and the strands around his temples are most definitely heading for white. Muscles and joints are not what they once were, and on bad days it can be painful to work with his hands; his days of sewing are long gone. His limp is more pronounced now than it ever was, and he frequently relies on the manipulation of magnetic fields to move about the island with any kind of ease. Erik has reached an age that, to most, would be entirely unthinkable. He knows the time he has left is short.

And still, he goes on. The mutant is not afraid of dying – hasn’t been afraid of that since the age of sixteen – but dying means leaving his family, his loved ones, and he will take every moment with them that the universe will allow. He will wring as much time from this life as he can, will hold on with everything available to him, until he is forced to let go. In the meantime, he is determined that his family will have no cause to worry, or to fear. And if his heart needs a little encouragement from his mutation every so often, then what of it? Nobody needs to know.

The unexpected wetness on the back of his hand jolts Erik awake, confused gaze taking a moment to focus on the world around him. He’s at home, in his favourite armchair, and Persephone is sitting at his feet, licking his hand in a way that means she’s hoping for either food or a scratch behind the ears. The mutant blinks a couple of times. Did he fall asleep in the armchair again? How embarrassing. A quick glance towards the familiar voices he can hear in the kitchen. Hopefully they didn’t notice his little nap.

Calloused fingers receive another lick, and with a small smile Erik obliges the request, lifting his hand to rest it on top of Persephone’s head, gently scratching his thumb behind one of her ears. His other hand reaches out to retrieve his cup of black tea from the nearby table, but instead grasps only air – it takes a couple of attempts before he realises the mug is no longer there. Forehead furrows. “Did someone take my tea?”

[twinxsai]

kinda plotted starter for @survivcrsguilt

   Elektra Natchios isn’t the kind of person who messes around. Sure, she likes to have fun – loves the thrill of danger, the adrenaline rush that comes with playing with fire, the elevated heart rate and breathless laughter – but she isn’t stupid. If there is a job to be done then she will do it, her own enjoyment forced to play second fiddle until it’s complete (– except, of course, when it isn’t, but that’s another story). Which is why the sound of footsteps doesn’t echo down the corridor until her target has been slumped on the floor, blood pooling around her chest and soaking into her cream-coloured blouse, for at least forty seconds.

   Black boots skirting carelessly around the red pool, the assassin uses the woman’s expensive-looking skirt to wipe her katana clean, inspecting it carefully before returning it to its case on her back. Dark eyes sweep over the room in one quick, assessing look, before turning in the direction of the door– and stopping dead in her tracks. In the doorway is another woman, young, armed, silent – those footsteps that clatter in the corridor clearly don’t belong to her – who stands with her eyes trained on the body on the floor and a frown on her features. Elektra suspects that this woman won’t let her simply leave: good thing she’s always enjoyed a challenge.

[gcroinya]

@survivcrsguilt​ sent:   ∗ 14﹕ sender  places  their  head  in  receiver’s  lap .   ╱╱   𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 .    ╱╱   accepting    

HOME  IS  RARELY  A  PLACE,  HOME  IS  A  CONCEPT  THAT  BARELY  EXISTS  ONLY  IN  PIECES  BROUGHT  BY  ONESELF.  this time Budapest becomes home, though some would say it has always been. In a way they might be right. That is where she ended and then begun, that is where her old webs burned and new were crafted out of thin nothingness. Natasha can navigate those streets as well as she could in New York —— old cobblestone and alleyways once marked in bullets. So much pain caused here. And yet home is where the hurt is.

Shroud of night looms outside, first days of their mission fruitful albeit tiresome. Dusty couch extends a welcome that both of them accept —— Natasha’s slumber marked in old paper files scribbled with names that she drinks in for the future. Silence broken by sirens outside or the rustling of pages that sound like leaves in autumn. Minutes pass, maybe hours, ritual to be broken only by a head that lands in her lap and at those pages she smiles.

Fingers tap the shoulder, once, then twice.      ❝ Rest well, милая моя, ❞     tomorrow we hunt.

[bchemianrhapscdy-archived]

Happy New Year!

2023 is finally here! I hope everyone had a great start into the new year. i wish you all the best, love, happiness, success and just the peace you may be looking for. I’m looking forward to start this new year with lots of muse to write, interacting with you all. I told myself to work more on myself, the way i view things and try to focus more on what i love. 

to spread the happiness and love i feel, i’m gonna name a few names down here of people i absolutely adore. people, who stick with me for the past few years and the last one. i know it’s not been easy with me, especially with my activity but thank you all for your patience and not dropping me immediately. it’s been a hell of a year with ups and downs and while i don’t really like new year’s resolutions, I do will focus more on writing here. because that’s what i love. 

anyway, check out these people below, they are amazing and while i can get a little possessive of my partner, i do want the world to know how great they are ♥

@inkdreamt​ @faeryworlds​ @scrawnylittlenobody​ @entangledmuses​ @redemptivexheroics​ @fullofhcart​ @hcpefell​ @tormentedsoldier​ @corruptedforce​ @crowsandmurder​ @aigonakru​ @bluepuff​ @legends-and-savages​ @luposcainus​ @wxrwounds​ @talesofshadowandlight​ @multistoty​ @ruinedtendencies​ @mxndwitch​ @wcrriorhearts​ @survivcrsguilt​ @collectionofvoices​ @aeternusmuse​ @ssvperboys​ @akasupergirl​ @marvelxmuses​ @goodbyess​ @highstrxngeness​ 

there are tons of more people and i really love writing with all my partners, but these are clearly the one i adored writing so much throughout the year or who never get tired of me. Check them out, love them but don’t take them away from me xD I need them. 

I love you all.

♥

[shieldretired]

@survivcrsguilt​ ;; affection prompts (still accepting) Ella said: “Follow me, I have a surprise for you.”

                   USUALLY, WHEN A CHILD TELLS YOU IT HAS A SURPRISE, you kind of expect a nice flower, an interesting rock, hell, maybe a bird-nest with eggs. But Ella is no ordinary child, and Steve is a little afraid she will show him a dead rat she killed with a slingshot or a biface she made herself out of a stone that separates meadow from flowerbed. He feels bad about his thoughts instantly, though, and puts on a cheerful expression as he washes his hands (he prepared some casserole dish for dinner later). "Oh, you do? Great! I love surprises." He'll definitely have to confess this lie at church this Saturday, oh well. "Lead the way."

[yowzariversong]

plotted starter for @survivcrsguilt​

   Flames flicker ahead of her, licking around each stick and curling upwards, before dissolving into smoke in the cold air. It's only a little warmth compared to the vast chill, but River is still grateful for it all the same: she'd probably freeze out here without any extra heat. Gaze drops from the fire to her legs stretched out to warm her feet, eyes landing on the gauze-wrapped reason she's here and not fourty miles further into her trek: her ankle.

   It was a ridiculous mistake - something she would have been harshly punished for in her earlier days - but on a relatively danger-free trek to visit her parents, River hadn't felt the need to be constantly vigilant and so had put her foot straight into a rabbit hole. Her own stupid fault really, and now she's dealing with the consequences: a sprained ankle and a frustrating delay. She can still walk on it of course - it's only a sprain, her high pain tolerance and alien biology easily allowing her to put weight on it - but it will heal significantly faster, and better, if she rests it for a few days. She learnt decades ago, with her life full of danger and surprises (and sometimes, dangerous surprises) that it's better to heal now than run into an emergency and wish she had.

   The camp is bare but sufficient, with a large waterproof sheet for shelter and a firepit dug into the bare earth for food and warmth. A hare that she shot yesterday hangs off a spit above the fire, slowly roasting while it's skin sits in a pile next to her pack, bundled up tightly to avoid attracting bears or other predators with the smell. It's hardly the level of luxury she prefers, or even what she's used to, but it's enough to get her by for now.

   Fingers twitch ever so slightly, hairs on the back of her neck raising as she feels eyes on her once again; it's a gaze that's almost familiar now, in spite of not knowing who it belongs to, or where they are. Her small camp is backed by a large boulder and several huge pine trees, allowing River to keep the approach in sight at all times (old habits die hard), but no matter how hard she peers into the dense foliage, her eyes never alight on a person staring back at her. The feeling began yesterday, soon after shooting the hare, and has since returned sporadically, waking her with a start early this morning, and apparently showing particular interest in her skinning and cooking her dinner. It's reassuring that she doesn't forget it the moment it's gone, never once coming to her senses to find tally marks scratched into the dirt or her skin, but simply not being a Silent isn't good enough to reassure her this stranger is well-intentioned, or unarmed. A quick mental inventory, one which she knows by heart now: two boot knives, one belt knife, a period-appropriate gun and her blaster (not mentioning hands, sticks, or anything else she might be able to use to her advantage). Prepared for any fight that might come her way.

[iamstevercgers]

𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ❟     

@survivcrsguilt   ⍮

ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠFirst mission completed after taking back the mantle of 𝘊𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘢, and   —   𝘰𝘩, 𝘎𝘰𝘥!   — Steve has forgotten how good it feels to come back home after the lack of sleep mixed with the adrenaline of being on the front lines. He's deadly tired, vividly dreaming with a warm shower, a plate of decent food, and a full day of staying in bed.

ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠStepping out of the quinjet, right after Natasha, the Captain carries the shield on his back and a bag in his right hand, almost being dragged. His feet feel heavy, just like the rest of his body, but soon the sensation of relief takes control of him as he reaches his dorm. Everything's the way Steve left it ; bed made immaculately, laundry done, order wherever he looks at. A sigh escapes from his lips, closing the door behind him and resting the bag on his desk.

ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠLoudly yawning, he takes a seat on the edge of the king-size bed, raising a leg to untie the military boots he's currently wearing   —   about to undress when chaos comes   —.

ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠIn the blink of an eye, the electrical system collapses for some reason he isn't conscious yet. All the lights inside the Compound are now turned to red. Alarms sound all around, warning everyone there about a possible invasion. It has to be now when he was about to disconnect from the world, take the luxury of enjoying the peace of his dorm  (  maybe even spend some time drawing  ).

ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙻 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴.

[unheald]

@survivcrsguilt said : 23 ( for Benjamin )

spotify wrapped has arrived. send me a number from 1-100 for a starter based on that song, or a lyric from it, or send a 🎁 for me to shuffle.

Highly Emotional People — MARINA

“ You don’t need to hide. ” Words were SOFT, quietly spoken. He’d grown to care about the girl, and any time she retreated back from The Kingdom and into the woods, he worried. But on top of that, despite the fact that they’d been meeting for little school lessons, Ben didn’t really know a thing about Ella. She hadn’t spoken much at all about what she’d been through, but of course he knew it likely wasn’t good. This world was full of pain and SUFFERING, but he just wanted her to know that she didn’t have to deal with everything on her own.

[savagc]

@survivcrsguilt​

​“they’re coming.” luna grinned and climbed down the ladder from the highest point on the rig, focusing on each step until she was soundly on the metal grate flooring of the paddock where she had left ella waiting. it was safer for her to stay down here, and luna had only gone up to the bird’s nest in an attempt to spot the season’s favorite visitors that were due to be passing through. “there!” she pointed north over the water, where the colder wind blew from, flushing her cheeks. she moved closer to ella’s side and led her towards the railing as she scanned the water searching again....and then a moment later, a few spouts of water blew up from under the surface, announcing the arrival of the orca pack migrating south. 

[utsxlevshiy]

@survivcrsguilt​ liked for a starter.

  ‘ do you plan on standing in my way?’ the girl before her seemed to occupy the spot before the door to her favorite café, a dark brow arched at her before gesturing to the door behind her. ‘ or do you plan on going in?’

[somewherebetweenrage]

MUSE’S LIFE EXPERIENCES

Killed Someone Under Orders | Had Someone Killed On Their Orders | Killed Someone In Self Defence | Spared Someone’s Life | Invented Something  | Been Hungover | Kissed Someone | Slow-Danced | Been In A Long-Term Relationship | Had Sex | Had Sex And Regretted It | Had A One-Night Stand | Had A Threesome | Experimented With Their Sexuality | Had A Kid | Adopted A Kid | Wanted To Have A Family With Someone | Done Something On Impulse They Regretted | Gone Traveling | Had A Bounty Put On Them | Eaten An Insect | Been Groped By A Stranger | Been Groped By Someone They Know | Been Dumped | Dumped Someone | Smoked | Gotten High | Flirted With Someone To Get Free Drinks | Put Someone In A Headlock | Won A Bet | Lost A Bet | Forgiven Someone Who Wronged Them | Indulged In Petty Revenge | Hallucinated | Has A Noticeable Physical Defect | Gotten A Noticeable Scar | Been Permanently Disfigured Through Injury | Kneed Someone In The Groin | Had An Unattainable Crush | Laughed Themselves To The Point Of Tears | Been Kidnapped | Been Brainwashed/Hypnotised | Had A Recurring Nightmare | Been Bullied | Bullied Someone | Experienced Survivor’s Guilt | Been Tied/Chained Up | Given Someone A Massage | Received A Massage | Been Backed Up Against A Wall | Shot Someone | Stabbed Someone | Saved Someone’s Life | Cheated On Someone | Been Cheated On | Been In An Open Relationship | Had A Friendship With Benefits | Been In A Queerplatonic Relationship | Had A Stalker | Been Betrayed | Been A Traitor | Been Possessed | Been In A Bar Fight | Been Thrown Out Of A Bar | Been Arrested | Broken Out Of Jail | Been To A Funeral | Been To A Brothel | Had Surgery | Broken Someone’s Trust | Broken Someone’s Heart | Had Their Heart Broken | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Anger | Broken/Damaged Something Out Of Spite | Gotten A Piercing | Gotten A Tattoo | Used A Fake Name | Been Beaten Up | Been Tortured/Tortured Others | Been Abused | Been Blackmailed | Gotten Away With A Crime | Framed Someone Else For A Crime They Committed | Shared A Bed Platonically | Been In Love | Suffered From Sleep Paralysis | Been Forced To Flee Their Home | Learned A New Language | Joined A Rebellion | Fought On The Losing Side Of A War | Fought On The Winning Side Of A War | Become A Godparent | Become An Aunt/Uncle

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘: stolen from @shieldretired ​

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆: @theresastargirl , @acertainfemininemystique , @imperatore-falcone , @survivcrsguilt & anyone else who wants!

[twinxsai]

𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬  𝑫𝑶𝑬𝑺  𝑭𝑬𝑨𝑹  𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑫𝑬  𝑰𝑵  𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹  𝑩𝑶𝑫𝒀 ?  

all your body your fear is in your head, heart, hands, legs. it sets your internal organs, muscles and your entire being on fire. your adrenaline goes up; the risk is obvious but you won't go down without a fight. hot blood travels quickly to all the parts of your body, preparing them for action. all you think about is the problem before you and its solution. your senses are sharpened, your heart is gonna jump out of the chest. your body is trembling, your feverish brain - galloping. you'll fight until the end. you'll get out of this. for a magical moment, your fear becomes strength and bravery.

tagged: stolen from @shieldretired because they tagged me on erik and i couldn’t resist doing it here too tagging: my only two followers on here: @survivcrsguilt & @deciphertheriddler  <3

[gcroinya]

@survivcrsguilt​ said:  “ very few people understand me, but you do.” ╱╱ RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS 2.0 ╱╱ accepting

AND  THAT  UNDERSTANDING  IS,  UNQUESTIONABLY,  AS  BITTER  AND  THICK  AS  A  SPOONFUL  OF  TAR  IN  THE  METAPHORICAL  BARRELL  OF  HONEY.  almost a quiver at the corner of her mouth whenever she tastes it. almost. let the sleeping dogs lie, as they say ; there hasn’t been a thought, a doubt, a worry that hasn’t been processed and chewed into a paste over and over again. what it is, what it means to UNDERSTAND. it’s not pity over her own bleak and frozen past, rather a realization of what mistakes will be made in order to have a future that will be... there.

and thus her smile is not bitter, not even a grimace of a shadowed past.

                                          from a kindling you will grow into a raging fire.

❝ you know you can only use this as an excuse once a year, right? ❞     easy to justify a lot of actions if only you ask ‘what would natasha do’. doesn’t mean that she’s a role model, far from it. understanding rarely breeds approval.

❝ you can’t have all of the knives in this house hidden in your room. ❞

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for mxndwitch : sending huge heaps of love for @mxndwitch / @survivcrsguilt / @wcrriorthearts ! we have approx 5 million threads and that's not even close to being enough. i adore katie so much - she's an amazing writing partner and friend, and i love all the threads and relationships we have between our different muses. (and of course all her muses are SO WELL WRITTEN) my tumblr experience would absolutely be lacking without her pls don't ever stop being awesome katie <3

[shieldretired]

@survivcrsguilt​ liked the starter call (still accepting)

                    BUCKY SEEMS TO BE QUITE SERIOUS ABOUT THIS SOFIA, at least Steve guesses a "romantic getaway" in a log house up north during the weekend is the 21st-century equivalent of asking someone to go steady with you. Whether it's merely for fun or something else, he asked Steve to play babysitter and also to please do that art project with Ella for school. Naturally, Steve agreed. He waves at Bucky's car when he backs out of the driveway, then turns to look at Ella and holds the door open for her. Cookie is already waiting, his whole back wagging because he's so excited to give her welcome kisses. "So, what kind of art project do we have to do?" he asks. He knows it's not her favorite subject, so he hopes saying we instead of you will help.

[hydrasweapon]

@survivcrsguilt​​ ;; texting starters (still accepting) Ella gets  🦋 a loving text.

                     Dinner was great; Bucky brought some dessert (homemade panna cotta, which impressed Sofia tremendously; Bucky is still congratulating himself on that) and they cooked some pasta dish together and drank red wine and now they're pleasantly full and Sofia might be a bit tipsy. She's calling her daughter now to make sure everything is ok with her and her dad, so Bucky figures he can shoot a quick message at Ella as well.

[text: Ella] hey pumpkin, you good? [text: Ella] did you eat dinner already? [text: Ella] in case you didn't notice: I left you some dessert in the fridge 😋😘

Look at him using emoticons like a pro.