#talesfromthevoiid

[untilthcyrot]

❝ Holy fuck, ❞ she choked, setting the glass down on the table and fanning her mouth. ❝ Is that drink supposed to make my whole mouth go numb? I can't feel my tongue. ❞

♡ ───── open starter for kelly maxwell from ash vs evil dead !

[spinxeret]

+ @talesfromthevoiid asked: “ i saw the pregnancy test in the trash. ” // from Peter

+ OH SHIT was all she could THINK of . She had been WAITING until tonight to try a SECOND test , not wanting to just give HEADLONG into the pool of STRESS bubbling within her . But considering what Peter was ASKING of her , she didn't have that OPTION to keep any of this HIDDEN any longer . Sucking in a deep breath, aware of how FAST her heart was beating against her chest, she SHOVED her hands deep in the back pockets of her jeans . Here went nothing ...

" It was mine . I was about to take a SECOND one to make sure . "

[worldsxapart]

@talesfromthevoiid asked : are you all right? where are you hurt? //steve @ max

Max had been skating in the parking lot of the Family Video. Not wanting to be home on her moms day off. It was just too depressing at home. She attempted a trick and got distracted, landing on her ass. "SHIT!" She groaned. Max laid on the cement for a while before she heard the door to the Family Video open and footsteps.

She opened her eyes and sighed. "Ugh, I think my pride is hurt the most..." She said lifting up her arm, which stung. She grimaced, looking down at the road rash on her arms. "And here." She frowned, looking up at Steve. "Got a Band-Aid?" She chuckled.

[headlessmania]

Luna crumbled up a ball of paper that was suppose to be her notes in the middle of class. She tossed it the moment their teacher wasn't looking. It may have accidentally hit Scott's head but... shit happens. She lipped to him, "Open the note." It read in smeared black ink, let's ditch??? i want to get out of here... it's boring :(

@talesfromthevoiid / they're baaaaack starter call. 🎃

[fablewoven]

Random Prompts - @talesfromthevoiid mused: ❛ I’m sorry if my traumatized life is an inconvenience to your perfect existence. ❜ //younger Harry @ hermione

The way that he had said that to her made her blanch, her whole face screwing up into that look she got when she was particularly incensed. Why Harry had the power to push her buttons she couldn't possibly know right now, but she was desperate to avoid the way her stomach churned at his insinuation.

"Excuse you?" Hermione managed, preparing herself for a tongue lashing. "If there is anyone in this world that cares about you and what inconveniences you, it's me. That doesn't, however, EVER give you the right to take your grievances out on me! You're not the only one who is having a hard time, and if this is how you're going to act, I'm going to leave you alone until you've decided to apologize."

If he wanted to have a fight, he could absolutely have one.

[musingmemories]

[ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 - 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ] @talesfromthevoiid: Peter & Gwen.

The skies were crying the day her father had died. The one person Gwen had wanted to be there more than anything to hold her while the heart-wrenching cries were ripped from her chest wasn't. A void that couldn't be filled. The look Peter had worn haunted the back of her mind, and she knew what was next before he'd even uttered the words. All because of a promise.

'Don’t make promises you can’t keep.' 'But those are the best kind.'

It was difficult for Gwen not to turn right around in her chair and kiss him hearing those words. Even more difficult than avoiding Peter's gaze in the close hallways of their school, fighting every instinct to approach him at his locker, at lunch, in the courtyard, let alone concentrate when he sat directly behind her in class during the time they weren't together.

But somehow...things felt different. They were different. She was mourning her father's loss, Peter was wrestling having someone else's blood on his hands and not being able to save them. Even though they tried to find their way back again, it felt as though they both were waiting for the inevitable end. For Gwen it was a nightmare that had once come true, watching the man she loved try to let her go despite her wanting to stay. But Gwen chose to remain hopeful, or perhaps ignorant--confident tough waters would one day be easy to navigate.

She knew the promise that was made. She knew what had happened wasn't Peter's fault...and the words could spill from her lips over and over and over again in a mantra she would hope would stick. She needed him, just as he needed her. ...but she could also see the moments where it tormented Peter.

Leaning forward, Gwen's chin was cradled in her palm as she tapped the top of his head buried beneath that fluffy mop of brown hair. "Hellooo~? Earth to Peter, come in Peter." Gwen called teasingly, hoping to pull Peter from whatever thoughts threatened to drag him under. "When I suggested we study, I thought it would be beneficial for you...considering you're second in class." Hoping the call to a past reference would warm his spirits.

[managedxmischief]

@talesfromthevoiid asked : “ save the pity i know the truth “ //draco at ginny?

Ginny looked at Draco. "It's not pity. It's understanding." Ginny said. "I just...I know what he's like." Him meaning Voldemort. She hadn't known him at the Dark Lord but she knew what he could do. "Being manipulated and threatened and used by him...it sucks. I just wanted to let you know that I know. First hand."

[resplendentdare]

[ starter for @talesfromthevoiid ]

Saskia hadn't expected to get an invite to anything, let alone one from the Harrington's and her parents inviting her to their annual high school reunion party. How they were even able to find her address, she didn't know given how long it had been since she'd even talked to her parents.

But yet, there she was, standing outside the Harrington's front door in the smartest dress she owned and starting to regret her decision to go. It took everything in her to just ring the doorbell and act like she wasn't internally screaming, or wishing she was at a crappy bar instead.

The door finally opened and she forced herself to smile before it dropped once she realised who had opened the door. Steve fucking Harrington. "Harrington? I didn't realise you were gonna be here."

[unfogged-arc]

@talesfromthevoiid gets a small thing just because!

"Hey, hot stuff."

[unlevshed-archive]

training turned tension starters @talesfromthevoiid asked: “Is that the best you can do?” //from Peter to Nat

Brushing a strand of her hair away from her face, a cheeky smile grew on her lips as she returned to her stance. ❛ Oh little spider.. ❜ Natasha clicked her tongue as she slowly circled around him, never tearing her gaze from him. ❛ I'm impressed that you can keep up with me but you haven't seen my best move yet. ❜

[offeatherandbone]

@talesfromthevoiid​ sent in ““…Do we always end up on top of each other?” // from Peter to Kate lol”

“Basically, yeah.” Kate panted as she rested her weight on him, straddling his hips. She used the back of her hand to wipe the sweat off her brow. “I’m getting the feeling you like me on top.” She teased with a playful smirk. Training with Peter was always fun, though she knew he was definitely taking it easy on her. To be fair, only one of them had super strength. 

[spinxeret]

+ @talesfromthevoiid asked: "Who else should I annoy if not my wife?" //from Garfiield peter for reasons lmao

+ " WIFE ? I'm not seeing a RING anywhere on this finger . You know something I don't, tiger ? " Her eyes FLASHED with curiosity over the comment . There were times they certainly could ARGUE back and forth like a married couple , along with displaying copious amounts of PDA when the urges struck . But MARRIED ? God, that was a STEP ... and she couldn't help but notice the way her brain seemed to TUG itself in two opposing directions over the very idea .

[rebelpuff]

send me a 💿 and i'll shuffle my music and write a starter based on the first song i get! // for Peter if that's okay! / @talesfromthevoiid

the   taste   of   the   professor's   blood   clings   to   her   tongue.   he   stains   her   fingers   and   she   cannot   get   away   from   it.   no   matter   where   she   goes. 

there   is   NOTHING   she   can   do   to   forget   the   visceral   hatred   on   his   face.   there   is   nothing   she   can   do   to   forget   the   heartbreak   on   her   sisters'.   she   closes   her   eyes   and   they   haunt   her. 

the   regret   rips   her   apart   and   all   she   can   do   is   RUN.   silent.   expressionless.   unfeeling. 

(   her   dad   wasn't   the   only   one   she   killed   that   day.   but   his   is   the   only   face   etched   into   her   eyelids.   )

she   did   what   she   HAD   to   do.   she   always   knew   she   would.   those   night   terrors   chased   her   through   her   sleep   for   years   ,   speckling   her   teenage   years   with   knowledge   no   one   should   have   about   themselves.   the   professor   had   never   been   especially   resistant   to   manipulation.   he   fell   to   the   MUNDANE   stuff   ,   and   was   extremely   weak   to   the   magical   version.   he   was   warm   ,   and   kind-hearted   ,   willing   and   wanting   to   see   the   best   in   everyone.   even   when   they   gave   him   no   reason   to. 

even   when   they   were   HIM.

him   loved   to   say   they   would   never   reuse   old   plots   ,   but   they   have   always   been   a   liar. 

the   unexpected   bite   of   wind   forces   her   to   blink   ,   briefly   losing   sight   of   the   new   york   skyline.   the   acidic   tang   of   radiation   presses   at   the   back   of   her   tongue.   (   it   doesn't   replace   the   taste   of   her   father's   blood.   )   she   doesn't   react.   she   doesn't   bother   greeting   him. 

news   much   have   reach   this   coastline   by   now.

it's   been   two   days.

(   who   is   planning   his   funeral   ?   )

she   is   what   she   always   knew   she   was   :   a   monster.   it's   the   friendly   neighborhood   spiderman's   job   to   protect   his   city.   she   doesn't   want   to   pick   a   fight   ,   but   if   he   throws   the   first   punch   ,   well   . . .

violence   is   an   old   friend.

the other night your mom dad passed away and it was weird that you just went about your day and didn't even shed a tear [...] i didn't know you were a sociopath sociopath by stayloose

song meme.

[thatslayer]

❝  it’s okay,  you don’t have to do this alone.  ❞

"Yeah, I know." At this point, Faith just expects Steve to show up at the worst possible time and profess his want to throw himself on the sword. It's noble, if deeply stupid. Even Angel's self-sacrificial tendencies have nothing on this guy. She slowly walks out to meet his car and rests against the frame of the open window on folded arms to keep him from getting out of the damn car, "You got my back." She leans in a little and it doesn't take long until they're almost nose to nose. Her voice drops to a soft graveling, "Big, grand gestures, right?" which is when the moment's cut short by a metallic clicking as she fastens a handcuff to his steering wheel then quickly snaps the other on his wrist, "Sorry, Kitten. You're benched. See, I got your back, too. Gonna thank me one day."

super-powers prompts ; @talesfromthevoiid

[fablewoven]

Random Meme Prompts - @talesfromthevoiid mused: ❝I’m the luckiest guy in the world right now!❞  //Harry @ hermione

His words caught her off guard as she let her sweater land on the floor of the tent. Having that damned horcrux off of their necks for now was a Godsend, but she knew that moment couldn't last forever because one of them was going to have to put it back on, especially with Ron gone. It being the two of them had been weighing on them, and for just a moment, Hermione wanted things to be good.

"Do you wonder if every guy is as enthusiastically happy as you are right now when they see their girlfriends take their clothes off for the first time?" she mused slowly, smiling at him as she shimmied out of her jeans and then reached up to tug her hair down as she blushed.

Honestly, she felt like a mess, mainly because they'd been out here hunting horcruxes for months and it wasn't like she could dress up for him. Not the way she wanted to. Part of it, certainly, was that they could very well die trying to defeat Voldemort, and she just wanted to be as close to Harry as she could be.

"I'm the luckiest girl in the world right now, if it's any consolation at all," she told him softly, reaching her hands out to rest on his hips as she looked up at him. "I love you...have I said that lately?"

[vntagetee-archive]

⸻ @talesfromthevoiid asked: “I can’t stand how they’re looking at you.” ( claudia & annabelle )

unbothered,    claudia’s    bright    eyes    wandered    over    to    the    older    man    sitting    across    the    room    nursing    a    scotch.    it    wasn’t    the    first    time    a    man    had    gawked    at    her    in    public.    shoulders    shrugging,    “they’re    such    simple    creatures.    attention    seeking.    no    subtlety.    sad,    really.”    she    grinned,    “jealous?”