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[personal profile] paperfort2014-04-01 12:27 am

[sticky entry] Sticky: Muselist


WIRT
OVER THE GARDEN WALL
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MABEL PINES
GRAVITY FALLS
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BEATRICE
OVER THE GARDEN WALL
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HARRY POTTER
HARRY POTTER
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NUI
MUSHISHI
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SNOW VILLIERS
FINAL FANTASY XIII
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OERBA DIA VANILLE
FINAL FANTASY XIII
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ZUKO
AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER
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SAWAKO KURONUMA
KIMI NI TODOKE
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FLYNN SCIFO
TALES OF VESPERIAI
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CHLOE PRICE
LIFE IS STRANGE
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RILEY ABEL
THE LAST OF US
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JASON GRACE
HEROES OF OLYMPUS
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BIANCA DI ANGELO
PERCY JACKSON
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RONAN LYNCH
THE RAVEN CYCLE
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VENTUS
KINGDOM HEARTS
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[personal profile] redsight2017-08-02 11:01 pm

The Beautiful Mess We Could Be;

[ Politics is always the same, always some form of the game played in Orlais. It's whispers in the shadows, fake smiles, truths disguised as lies and lies as truths. It makes a good story, something to spice up a book or game of Wicked Grace. 'One time in Orlais...' Hah. Sure, it might make a good plot device, but being caught in the middle of it all? Not exactly what Varric would call a good time.

Even so, he's been finding himself in the middle of a lot of political nonsense lately. Now is no different, with him off on a lengthy mission chock full of political intrigue. That's not even taking his traveling companion into consideration: Seeker Cassandra Pentaghast. Of all the people to pretend to married to, the Seeker would not have been Varric's first choice. For one, he's pretty sure she still hates him. For another, them getting along long enough to sell being blissfully married is going to be...difficult. (Varric has money on the mission becoming an unmitigated disaster. Because really.)

He understands the logic behind them being the pair to go. The Inquisitor had important Inquisitor things to do, and the advisors were vital to ensure Skyhold didn't catch fire when no one was looking. Dorian is from Tevinter, which is an automatic no, and while Vivienne would be a good choice, she made it pretty clear she refused. That left Solas (why), Sera (No), Cole (lol), Iron Bull (NO), Blackwell (he's actually not sure what happened there), and...Varric and Cassandra, who are now stuck with the job.

If the world weren't hanging in the balance, Varric would have declined. But..every ally boosts their chances, and Josephine made the mission sound important, so he couldn't exactly refuse. ]


Hey, Seeker. Not long now until we reach His Royal Extravagance. Are you ready to lie through your teeth?

[ He hasn't dared to bring up the mission until now, mostly because it's difficult to gauge how she's going to react. They are, unfortunately, getting really close to their destination, and it had to be brought up sometime. So while they're stopped to rest is a good a time as any. ]

Instead of "It's Late, I Have To Go," I Can Say "It's Late, Let's Go To Bed."

Minchae had been standing at the front door of Saeyoung's residence for about two minutes now. She had basically packed two days' worth of her entire life in the duffel bag on her shoulder, and though it weighed on her, she didn't seem to notice the ache in her shoulder from carrying it up the street from where the taxi had dropped her off.

She insisted that she ship her belongings herself, that the members of the R.F.A. keep on with their daily lives rather than interrupt the routine by helping her move. She wasn't bringing much to begin with, aside from her clothes, cosmetics, and a laptop. What was being shipped over was mostly clothing and some furniture--

--she swallowed, and her throat felt like it was closing up. This hadn't been a rash decision by any means, so why did she feel so nervous? Was it the feeling of permanence that had her feet glued to the entrance floor (void of a 'welcome' mat, she mentally noted)? The sudden upheaval of life as she knew it seemed momentary when she'd temporarily taken-up residence in Rika's former abode...and that was accidental, whereas this...this was deliberate.

A sudden ache in her neck snapped her out of her reverie, and she groaned in exertion as she slowly slid the duffel off her shoulder, finally setting it down to rest beside her feet. Directing her gaze to the doorbell, she pressed the button. Quickly she pulled out her mobile phone, "I guess it's the most secure method--changing it every week." Pulling up a memo recording from Saeyoung for the new passcode, she played it when prompted by the security system, placing the phone against the speaker.

"...huh." Minchae mused to herself. After giving the password--nothing happened? "Did it work?" She put her hand on the door handle, turning it to see if it would give.
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[personal profile] burnedfor2015-08-24 12:10 am

I hear footsteps approaching, I'm hoping it's you;

[ Saving her changes things. At first, he doesn't really notice. He's too caught up in trying to prove himself to the group. Fighting, fighting, trying to find a way to fix things and change the world for the better. Because he needs to find a way. It's his family, his lineage that brought the world to its knees and tipped the balance. But after a while, he can't avoid the fact that something's different between him and Katara. It's something he can't immediately place, because really he's never been much good with these kinds of things. But he finds himself thinking of her more and more. Almost losing her has jump started a protectiveness he hadn't known himself capable of. It seems logical at first, but that facade crumbles on a mission, when he nearly gets hurt because he can't stop thinking about whether or not she's safe. And then there's the feelings.

The fluttering, whirlpool-tide tug in his gut whenever she's near.

The burning ache in his chest when he thinks about her.

The urge he gets to touch her hair, caress her cheek, kiss her...

Wait, kiss her? Zuko sits up in bed, the realization hitting him a lot harder than it should. He wants to kiss her. He wants to touch her, make her smile even though the world is messed up and only getting worse. He would give her the world if he could, and...what does that mean? No, he knows what it means. It means he's developed feelings for the one person he shouldn't have. And even more disconcerting is the fact that he can't figure out when they started. When he saved her? Before that? How long before?

He sits indecisive, gets up, heads for the door, goes back to sit on the bed. What's he supposed to do with this? Is it selfish for him to want to tell her? He should keep this to himself, but that wouldn't be any good, either. If he keeps going like this his feelings are going to consume him.

Which is how he ends up in front of her door, pacing. He's not really sure when he ended up there, or if he even decided he wanted to tell her how he felt. He just knows he has no idea what to do next. So he mutters to himself under his breath, trying to find the perfect thing to say, but none of it sounds right. Eventually, frustrated, he throws his hands up and shouts; ]
Why is this so hard!?

[ And then he realizes he just gave himself away. Stupid! He's so stupid! ]

But I'm down here low, fussin' over scars on my soul;

[ Michael tries not to, but he can't help but count the days. He knows exactly how much time has passed since the world started to die; Five years, six months, two days, five hours. He had been there, when the first test of the Demeter Project failed. He hadn't been responsible, his department was a small one, he had been low on the proverbial totem pole. Still, he had been there he had seen the problem start, watched as the carefully designed containment area melted away like it was nothing.

He wasn't to blame, but he still blamed himself for the state of the world, the state of his life, the unknown state of his wife and daughter. Were they safe? Did they make it somewhere they could live happily, even if for a little while? He hopes so, even though he knows it's unlikely. The world is harsh and unforgiving, and he's lucky to have survived as long as he did. It's not that he thinks his wife incapable, but they had been a normal family before. They had been average, and it's the average people that got screwed in the long run, at least that's what he's seen from the way the world's become. The only reason he's still alive is he stays close to the contamination, too close for the comfort of looters and murderers.

Michael picks through through an abandoned town. Even the last of the scavengers have deserted and deemed it too risky to stay. Only Michael knew that the town had a few weeks left, before it becomes as uninhabitable as the rest of the south. He's not there for supplies, though. Those would be long gone by now, and his pack has enough provisions to last him a while. No, he's there for the library.

It's a strange thing to look for in the middle of the apocalypse, but mystery novels are the only solace he's had since everything went to shit. He's pretty sure they're the only thing keeping him sane, and he's already read the three in his pack ten, twenty times. Which is a feat, considering he lost his glasses years ago. It takes him twice as long to decipher the blurry letters, which is alright by him. It's just another mystery to solve, another way to distract himself.

In the Library, he hunts for the mysteries and scans the shelves for something with an interesting binding. Instead, he finds a large book shoved on it's side, the pages facing up. Curious, he reaches to grab the book, and is surprised to meet resistance. He pulls harder, mumbling to himself. ]


Oh come on, y'old thing.
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[personal profile] shotfired2015-03-28 10:37 pm

They say it started with the big bang;

 She had ditched class that day, though that wasn't exactly new. Chloe was always skipping classes, going off to make trouble elsewhere, find more interesting things to do. It had been less of a problem when Max had gone to the same school as her, but now that Max was going to a goddamn private academy, that was out the window. It wasn't the private academy itself that bothered Chloe, so much as it was that with Max there...it felt like she was taking a step away from her, like their relationship would slowly grow more and more distant with the separation.

Not that their relationship was holding very strong just then, given they hadn't spoken in nearly four months. Chloe couldn't even remember who started the fight that ended things. Probably her. She had a habit of doing that. She pushed those thoughts from her mind and focused on the school in front of her. Not hers, but Max's. The bell hadn't yet rung, and all the good little girls and boys were probably inside, learning how to control their oh so special gifts. Chloe snorted, dropping the cigarette from her fingers and grinding it into the ground with her heel. Stupid place. Ugh, why is this taking so long. Maybe if she had time powers, too, she could fast forward through this wait.

She looked down at her watch and counts the seconds until the bell sounds. When it did, and throngs of students filled the sidewalks, Chloe stayed where she was, back to a tree, watching. When she spotted Max, she smiled just a little to herself and started following, down the steps and then the sidewalk towards wherever. The bus stop probably.

She picked up the pace, until she was right behind her, and then reached out--to zap her. It wasn't hard, just a little static shock to get her attention, but it wasn't really the best way to greet someone you fought with and haven't spoken to in months.

"Hey." Chloe smirked as she walked up alongside Max, matching her pace. "I was thinking we could blow this place  and get some snacks."
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[personal profile] matchmade2015-01-08 12:41 pm

There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do;

[ Things are stressful for the Pine's family, for Mabel more so than anyone else. It doesn't help that none of them know exactly what happened, Mabel had wandered into the room only after Dipper had seemingly stabbed himself through.It's something she doesn't understand in the slightest. But not understanding doesn't mean much, and despite wanting to figure out why Dipper had been acting strangely, why he had talked to himself, like he wasn't who he said he was--she doesn't leave his side to try and find out. Really, the only time she isn't right there with him is when the doctors cart him away to patch him up, and even then she isn't  that far. There's just a wall or two between her and the operating room, and her back's up against it.

On the first night, the doctors try to shuffle her out, once visiting hours are over. But she kicks, screams, and cries in a way that isn't like her at all. She's supposed to be the positive sibling, the one with a constant cheery outlook, but her brother is in trouble. He's lying there unconscious and wounded, and she's never been more scared in her life. Grunkle Stan tries to calm her down, but she can't seem to get enough air in her lungs to explain herself, and "What if we're gone, and he wakes up?" is all she can manage, even if that's not all she's worried about. And while she can't seem to voice them, her unasked questions hang heavy and clearly understood; 

What if we're gone and he dies?

In the end, once Mabel has calmed down enough to sit quietly in a chair by Dippers bed, Grunkle Stan bribes the doctor and pays him off with hushed words and a few Benjamin's.  "That's her twin brother you've got lyin' there. Just let her stay, she won't be any trouble..."  And Mabel isn't. It's almost like she isn't there. She stays up late, sticking inspirational stickers to the medical equipment in places that aren't immediately noticeable, and whenever the nurses come in to check on her brother she stays off to the side, only asking questions once they're finished;

Is he okay? Is he gonna wake up soon? Has anything changed?

Days pass, and no one can tell her anything concrete.They still don't know if he's going to pull through, and despite the reassuring words they offer Mabel, she can hear them when they talk to Grunkle Stan in the hallway. She knows they don't have high hopes. It's been days and he hasn't woken up yet...but Mabel doesn't give up. She sticks a small 'get well soon!' sticker to his forehead, and stays right by his side always, even when she can feel sleep dragging her down and away.

When Dipper does manage to wake up, it's late. Grunkle Stan has long since left for the day, but not Mabel. She's asleep, slumped over the end of the bed, a sticker book under one hand and journal three clutched in the other. She's still wearing a colorful sweater, but her eyes are red and her hair is tangled. It's been a very trying couple of days. ]
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[personal profile] burnedfor2014-12-31 03:37 pm

I wanna be the very best, like no one ever was;

[  Zuko had been wandering around for days.

He didn't know for how long, exactly, but he did know that he was sick and tired of it. He had twigs stuck in his hair and he was almost out of trail mix--which wasn't really a very filling food as it was--and ugh! This wouldn't have happened if he--well, he actually didn't know what he did to end up here, but it must have been something, because the one road to nowhere was a special torture all it's own.

But the weird fire porcupine creature had been alright company ( even if all it said was cyndaquil), and while he could have kept it in it's poke-ball, that seemed a little cruel. Like something Azula would do, and believe him, he could remember being shoved into closets. So his Cyndaquil spent most of its time either in his arms or trotting along beside him, being aggravatingly cute.

He eventually did reach a town, but unfortunately for him, he had no idea where it was. It was unlike any place he had ever seen before, and it didn't really look like it belonged to any particular nation. Maybe...he should have actually looked at that handbook, instead of tossing it in a river with is pokegear. Uhh. ]


Well, I guess we should go gather information. Someone here should know something. And I need to figure out why my bending's not working...

[ So he scooped up Cyndaquil and looked around. Who should he interrogate first...? ]

Once upon a time, in a strange, far away land....

In the Unknown, strange things happened all the time.

And as a resident of the Unknown, Beatrice usually didn't question them (hence why she took it so relatively well when she and her family became bluebirds). So when her little brother and sister came running in, telling her that the dog had gotten loose chasing rabbits, she didn't think anything of it when it turned into her running for her life away from what looked like a stag with horns even bigger than she was. The dog had gotten away, disappearing through the bushes and out of sight, but the human girl was a much slower and bigger target, apparently.

So she went barreling through the trees, mud staining the hem of her dress and wayward branches scratching against her skin, her mind not really focusing on where but simply away. Not too far ahead of her was a wall, the brick overgrown with ivy but the rocks uneven enough for her to get her feet wedged into the cracks and climb. There was probably a house, or a farm, or maybe even a church on the other side, and she was willing to gamble on the fact that the stag couldn't climb or jump high enough to chase her over.

But there wasn't a building on the other side of the wall, and when her foot caught a patch of damp moss that sent her tumbling over, it was a lot further down than she was expecting. With a thump, she hit the ground, rolling several times before she hit something hard, like a rock, knocking the air out of her and probably bruising her back something fierce. Sore, scratched, and completely out of breath, she just lay there motionless for a moment, panting and waiting for her ears to stop ringing before she opened her eyes.

The sound of loud laughter jolted her into a seating position, because this far out in the forrest, she should have been alone. And it was then that she took a good look at what she'd rolled into; a...gravestone? This was a graveyard?

Getting shakily to her feet, she brushed the dirt and leaves from her dress, making her way over the uneven terrain towards the arched gate that seemed to have torches or candles of some sort brightening the way. Once there, she saw strange, metal contraptions sitting on the blackened roadways, and clusters of small, strangely-dressed people running about with bright orange pumpkins hanging from their arms. This...was not anywhere like her home! Where the heck was this?!

Approaching one of the clusters of children, she cleared her throat awkwardly to get their attention. "Where is this?" she asked, squinting suspiciously at the way they were dressed (one of them had a sheet draped over them, one of them looked...metallic? and one of them looked like a big green lizard). "And what on earth are you wearing?"
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[personal profile] burnedfor2014-09-28 02:58 am

Now I'm walking in, walking into the fire;

[ It's been a long couple of months. Things had been alright, in the beginning, of course. Through all his travels, Zuko had wanted nothing more than to come back home and be welcomed by his father's side, to be accepted as prince and son, again. But despite that, despite the fact that he should be happy the avatar is gone and that everything is working in his father's favor...part of him is at unease. He feels unsteady, almost. Like the path he's walking is the one he shouldn't have chosen. Maybe it's his uncle's words finally getting to him--because he has been going to see him, down in the prison. He does care, even if he can 't always show it--but his mind keeps going back to when Azula found them, to the Avatar's death and everything that had followed.

Maybe that's why he asks about Katara when he does.

Honestly, he's appalled to hear of her condition. Yes, she's an enemy of the state. But that doesn't mean she should be treated like she is. She's still a person, enemy or no. But Zuko isn't really sure what he can do to change things. He tries reasoning with his father, but that goes nowhere very quickly. All it really earns him is a disapproving stare. So, he confides in his uncle. Iroh, frustratingly enough, doesn't give him a straight answer, but Zuko knows in his heart what his stance would be. 

Not that that helps with the decision. It just leaves him feeling more divided than before. What should he do? Should he remain by his fathers side and support his decisions? Or should he go against everything he's worked for, to do what he knows is the right thing? He waffles, struggles with himself. He makes some minor preparations to aid in her escape and then does nothing with them.

It goes on like that until one day he just...ends up there, standing in front of where she's being held. He has no real plan and no idea if he'll actually be able to get her out and away before someone realizes what's going on, but in the time it took him to get from the palace to the 
prison, he's come to realize that he's got to try. He owes it to himself, to his uncle, and to his past. He makes sure there are no guards looking in his direction, and ducks through the doorway into the small space in front of her cell. He'd snagged the keys from the guardhouse earlier in the week, on a whim, so all he really has to do is free her and help her escape as subtly as possible. So far things were going well, so maybe it would actually work in their favor.

He stands there a long time, on the precipice of decision, caught between two halves. He can still turn back. He can still be a good son and act like this is fine, like he doesn't actually care what happens to any of the people outside his own nation....but would that be right? He would be making Ozai proud, but what about Iroh and his mother? What about himself?

He takes a slow step forward, and somehow manages to find his voice despite the knot in his throat. ]

Katara.
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Like there's no tomorrow, 'cause we're the afterlife;

 She's known Pitch a while now. Not so long that she knows everything about him or he her, but long enough that she trusts him and his opinions. When was the first time they'd spoken? She doesn't know for sure. It had been sometime during her and Nico's stay at their last boarding school, before she had found out she was a demigod. He'd been lurking in the shadows, and she had ended up talking to him for a while. It wasn't until after she had arrived at Camp Half Blood that she found out he was a spirit. Not Greek, but that didn't matter much to her. Everything else had been so new, so she hadn't been surprised to find out there was more out there, outside the Greed gods and spirits.

Tonight, she's out looking for Pitch. Not for one of their normal chats, but for something a little more serious. Zoe and the others are going on a quest, and want to take Bianca along. It's not that she doesn't want to go, she just...doesn't think she's ready. She barely knows how to fight, doesn't know her godly parent. Not to mention the sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, like maybe something bad will happen, if she goes along. The prophecy had been pretty bleak, after all, and it sounds like a lot of people won't be coming back.

She reaches the edge of the camp, near it's border. Within the grounds, it's a constant summer. But she can see the snow beyond, coating the trees outside the invisible line that separated the camp from the rest of the world. With a quick look around, to make sure no one's following her, Bianca steps over the boundary line, her feet packing the undisturbed snow with a crunch.

"Pitch? You there?" She asks, peering into the shadows.
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Once upon a time, a single drop of sunlight fell from the heavens;

 [ Gods don't usually pop into New Rome unless something serious is going on, so when Apollo appeared in a flash of sunlight, spewing obnoxious amounts of poetry and demanding to see the son of Jupiter, people got a little nervous. Jason got the rundown; he was needed for a quest. Centuries ago, Jupiter had taken a flower drenched in sun to give to someone he had been courting, and while it hadn't been a big deal at the time, Apollo really needed to get it back. It was only fitting that a son of Jupiter go retrieve it. He didn't explain his reasons for needing the flower back, but when a god demands a quest, you don't really ask questions unless you want to get fried, cursed, or worse.

So, he accepted the quest and all that entailed, including a prophecy from Octavian;

You shall travel east to the guardian of stone
and free the sun that sleeps alone
The truth shall see you to journey's end
and that you betray the one you call friend

Jason was allowed to take two people along with him, but against the counsel of Reyna and the others, had decided to travel alone. The prophecy, while bleak, felt personal. And though he couldn't pinpoint why, he felt like this was a quest he was meant to take on his own.

It was a long, arduous journey, but he eventually found his way to where Rapunzel was kept asleep. Her guardian--a stone monster of some kind--was difficult to take care of, but he managed. Somehow. Now, he's staring up at the cottage where, he assumes, the flower is being kept. It's high up on a rock shelf, and while it might be difficult to get to it for anyone else, Jason is able to use the winds to his advantage and fly up to where he needs to be. ]


Well, here goes nothing.

[ The inside of the cottage is empty, silent, and layered in dust. He's not sure what he expected to find there, but a sleeping girl was definitely not it. He had expected a flower, but given the prophecy, well, it would make sense for the girl to be who he's looking for. Slowly, he makes his way towards her, his hand on the coin in his pocket. The place looks abandoned, but that doesn't mean there isn't something lurking in the shadows.

Once he's by her side, he sits at the edge of the bed and awkwardly clears his throat. ]


Hey, you...awake? [ Stupid question, but he's not sure how to go about waking her. He wanders around the room looking for some clues, and finds a lyre tucked away on one of the shelves. Unlike everything else in the cottage, it's the only thing devoid of dust. On impulse, he plays a few strings, and feels the urge to repeat something Apollo had said... ]

Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine...
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[personal profile] intricat2014-05-06 12:00 pm

Meow meow;

 [ So, Haven? Not exactly the wake-up call he had in mind. Having a body again was weird in and of itself, but it's something he happily roles with. Being alive makes things easier, and maybe being here (wherever here is) will aid in his investigation, give him the answers he seeks. Who is he? Why did he die?

( And what about that other me? )

Speaking of, as Sissel makes his way through unfamiliar streets, he spots a very familiar mop of yellow hair turn around a corner. It's kind of hard to miss, really. He rushes to catch up, not even thinking he should be careful. All SIssel wants is answers. ]

Wait--!