catalysers

[catalysers]

❛ she comes in COLORS everywhere.... she's like a RAINBOW.

sydney barrett, from fx's legion. indie. highly-selective. mutuals-only. penned by grace.

#( promo. ) #[ GRACE GOOD ]

[catalysers]

#( sunveil. ) i'm your family now. #( sunjie. ) your bullshit's what got us here in the first place. #[ LMFAO ]

[catalysers]

#( sunshine. ) #[ thinking Solely about sunnys bloody face ]

[catalysers]

@hawthxrnerps​ // continuing from here.

“I figure boring’s good, though,” Sunny says in turn. “At least, out here.”

He’s had his fair share of hell-- they all have, he’s sure. Such is the nature of the world, and in Sunny’s case it’d been hellish even before everything went to shit. He’ll take as many nights of boredom the universe has to give, really.

But he digresses. He hadn’t sought Tyler out to reminisce about the life he used to live. Instead, he offers the man a steaming mug of coffee; it’s watered down, given how scarce supplies are, but it’s still better than nothing on a cold night like this.

“Part of me worries a week without anything’s a bad sign.”

#hawthxrnerps #( hrpt001. ) #( thread. ) #( ic. ) #( au: zombie apoc. )

[catalysers]

“ mind if i join you? ” // for tyler! i'm assuming they've been in the same safe haven for a bit, have likely gone on a few night watch patrols together? sunny's a fighter and no good at talking but, uh, let him try. <_< (let me know if this isn't ok though!)

                Tyler had been standing on his own, taking a post after walking around the grounds of this safe place. He wasn’t much for thinking, typically he liked to do things instead of mulling it over, he’d always been like that, even before the whole ‘end of the world’ kind of deal. Though his life wasn’t all that exciting before, he had been a construction worker, practicing firearms on the side and found himself quite skilled with a Sniper of all things, but refused to enter the military. 

Turning his head as he heard the other voice, a smile presses upon his lips and a shrug followed. “Sure, boring out of here all my lonesome.” 

#hawthxrnerps #( hrpt001. ) #( thread. ) #( ic. ) #( au: zombie apoc. ) #[ reblogging for archiving!! will be continuing this in a new post thank you 🙏🙏🙏 ]

[catalysers]

rules X muses X ask X submit X opens X memes X wishlist X navi

#( promo. ) #[ yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah YEAH YEAH YEAH ]

[catalysers]

lowqualityrp​:

Bajie’s rarely ever been the bashful sort, but there had always been something about Sunny, especially in intimate settings like this, that brought out a timidness he’d never thought himself capable of.

He knew full well they’ve shared I love you’s in the past. Though, something about him blurting it out when Sunny was inside of him made Bajie grateful he had the beard he did to hide the obvious fluster in his expression as his cheeks dusted a deep rose.

The fingers that were tenderly gripping Sunny’s onyx locks loosened tentatively as he heard the other’s request.

Throat clicking as he gulped, Bajie turned his head just enough to look at Sunny, leaning down just enough to be able to press his forehead against his partner’s temple.

“I said I love you,” he whispered.

Sunny falls for it.

Not that he doesn’t always fall for it (because he always falls for it, frankly), but Bajie’s rarely so quiet, and they’re both sticky with sweat, and the heat of Bajie’s breath against his skin sends a thrill down Sunny’s spine like nothing else in the whole world.

Sunny’s left hand traces the curve of Bajie’s right ear with a thumb, and the right moves down to smooth its palm over Bajie’s left thigh, pushing it that much more to the side as his hips roll up into him.

“Yeah?” Sunny mumbles back, making no move to pull Bajie’s head back-- on the contrary, he turns his own to kiss him, chaste and sweet as if he isn’t taking full advantage of Bajie’s ability to split.

Voice low, low enough that the muted slaps of their skin might be louder, Sunny purrs, “Love me a lot?”

He can’t resist.

#lowqualityrp #( lowqualityrp: bajie. ) #( lqrb002. ) #( thread. ) #( ic. ) #nsfw

[catalysers]

lowqualityrp​:

Bajie wasn’t entirely sure he had much to do with Henry’s ceasing his wails, but it was certainly nice that Sunny recognized it as such, even remotely. And besides, he couldn’t let the opportunity to say, “See? Told you he was sick of you,” pass.

Though, even with his teasing, he couldn’t help the almost shy smile that settled upon his lips.

Despite the infant’s refusals, he continued to try to convince Henry he should eat. Bajie even went as far as to pretend to drink from it himself, insisting that it was “good stuff” in a desperate attempt to persuade the child.

With a soft laugh, Bajie nodded as if Henry was speaking something comprehensible. He stood up and, after grabbing the bottle, moved towards Sunny.

“Looks like he wants you to give it a shot,” he stated, holding the bottle out towards the former clipper.

“I’ll take care of the fire. You take care of him.”

Hearing Bajie’s declaration has Sunny giving a quick raise of the brow as he looks at him. “What happened to ‘told you he was sick of you’?”

Which, of course, he’d never hold against Henry, but Bajie’s insistence to the idea makes it impossible not to give his own little jabs back. Sunny only wishes more things here were dry besides his humour.

As easy as it is to take Henry back in one arm as the other passes the matches Bajie’s way, Sunny pauses when Henry’s hand shoots up to grab Bajie’s sleeve before he ends up too far. Confused, Sunny looks down at him, but all Henry does is make another unintelligible little noise-- quiet and scratchy from all his crying-- and sniffle.

“What...” Henry inevitably has to let Bajie go, tired from all his crying, but he turns his head to put his eyes on him like he’s...

Afraid he’s going to go...?

“Oh.” Sunny gets it. Sunny chuckles, understands, and moves to sit on the floor even if it’s gone damp. “Oh, you want it both ways, huh?”

When he brings the bottle to Henry’s mouth, he opens it obediently, but Sunny doesn’t miss how he occasionally looks back where Bajie’s getting the fire started. The thought of it warms his heart, even if his hands are freezing.

“Yeah, little man, don’t worry. Neither of us are going anywhere any more.”

#lowqualityrp #( lowqualityrp: bajie. ) #( thread. ) #( ic. ) #( lqrb001. )

[catalysers]

@lowqualityrp​​ sent: [ love ]   your muse telling mine they love them during. (*smirks* you know exactly from/to whom) ► FROM NSFW MUSE REACTION PROMPTS

Despite his best attempts not to, Sunny blushes a brilliant colour.

It’s not like he’s never said it himself. It’s not like Bajie’s never said it, either. But in moments like this, where they have to be quiet lest they wake Henry where he sleeps all bundled up and covered in Sunny’s pack a morally ethical distance away, there’s not a lot of talking to begin with.

He’s sure he heard it, though. He’s sure-- even though his face had been buried in Bajie’s shoulder-- that Bajie said it.

And now he can’t stop the warmth in his cheeks from flooding, even though he’d already been blushing a considerable amount from the sex alone. Sunny gulps, and though his brain’s mush from the past few minutes of rutting into Bajie’s willing body (God damn it, why is it that he loses his mind every time he sinks in all the way?), his head lifts the slightest bit to look up at him.

Bajie’s beard tickles his temple, but Sunny doesn’t think about that. Instead, grateful that the cover of night and the trees above them hide the look on his face, he whispers, “Say that again.”

#[ noooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ] #lowqualityrp #( lowqualityrp: bajie. ) #( thread. ) #( ic. ) #( lqrb002. ) #nsfw

[catalysers]

@sinetactu​ sent: “you can’t keep doing this to yourself.” ► FROM MISC. ANGST STARTERS

Can’t he, though? The whiskey’s a nice warmth in his stomach and the haze in his head is even more welcome-- like this, he doesn’t think of everyone he’s lost. Like this, he doesn’t think of anything except drinking, and breathing, and how nice it’ll be when he finally knocks out and dreams of nothing.

Even Sydney’s presence doesn’t take the haze away, though the corners of his mouth pull down a fraction at the shape of her through the doorway. Pointedly ignoring her observation, Sunny mumbles a little, “...thought you were sleeping.”

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows Sydney is right. Alcoholism is a serious problem, his ability to function despite it aside. He’s a single father, Henry deserves better, alcohol isn’t going to help him hone his powers, so on and so on and so on...

But his grip on the bottle doesn’t waver, and it doesn’t change the fact there’re two empty ones by his feet on the floor.

“I couldn’t.” The words are jumbled in his mouth, stupid. “Sleep, I mean.” To Sunny’s credit, at least alcohol doesn’t do more than make him sleepy and dumb. “Nightmares again...”

Slowly, his head tilts backward, thumping against the wall behind him.

“Nightmares all the fucking time.”

#sinetactu #( snt002. ) #( thread. ) #( ic. ) #( au: modern. ) #alcoholism cw

[catalysers]

Despite the fact Minerva’s been an ally for a while now, sometimes Sunny still feels the remnants of what they used to be. The hurt that comes with Veil’s memory will never go away, much as he’s come to accept it, and the Sunny that was Quinn’s Regent is still part of the sum of who he is. Clean slates, he’s come to learn, are impossible to have for anyone-- as much as he cares for Minerva now as a friend and an ally, he’ll never really forget the days when the thought of her made him see red.

It embarrasses him, to be fair. Makes things a bit awkward, too, considering they share a roof now. He’s never rude (at least not more than he normally is, if Bajie’s to be believed), but it always makes him hesitate as far as going beyond the extra mile in friendship is concerned.

Now that he’s seen her eyes wet with tears, though, he’s utterly stupefied. His first instinct is to say something like I should be asking if you’re all right, but he’s not sure he’s earned a place to do it at all.

So instead, his arms crossing over his chest, Sunny nods. “Yeah. Tilda and Gaius came back from patrolling all right.” He clears his throat. “It’s our turn to keep watch.”

But now he feels like maybe he should patrol on his own.

send 💧 to catch my muse crying  @catalysers​:   your rules said non-mutuals can send ask memes so… hello. hi. i’m sending you the 💧 from the “send 💧 to catch my muse crying” meme. /o\

                THOUGH FOR AGES NOW    Minerva has been the type to try to hide her emotions as best she can,  that seems to have been changing quite a bit recently,  despite her annoyance with herself for it.  Even so,  she had managed to get a few moments to herself this particular time — it doesn’t last though,  she quickly realises as she glances up to see she’s no longer alone.  

                She glances away again,  almost apologetically,  and quickly wipes at her eyes,  finally straightening up once more,  uttering a slightly shaky greeting. “Is everything alright?” she questions in the next moment.  It’s almost habit now to ask these days — any time she’s sought out,  it almost always seems to be bad news. 

#[ 😭😭😭 thank you so much its perfect #i lost my mind seeing other badlands rpers ok... bless you ] #thcwidow #( twd001. ) #( thread. ) #( ic. )

[catalysers]

thescaledqueen​:

She nodded faintly in response to what he said and took the basket from him.

“Alright. I will do my best.”

She observed with a hint of amusement, before she mad her way back to the table, thinking that she could cut the vegetables over there.

“I will.”

She replied with another nod of her head. She placed the basket on the table and sat down, after which she started to rummage through the vegetables to find what she was looking for. She decided to start with the carrot first.

Sunny lingers for only a moment as Shireen looks through the basket before leaving her be. He pulls his coat off where it hangs and goes outside to take the rabbit he’d hunted earlier and kept wrapped in the snow, then sets about with a knife to get it prepared for cooking.

It’s not a very arduous process, at least. Sunny returns inside with the pieces wrapped in the same cloth and the bones in his other hand. If nothing else, they’ll be good for broth in the days to come.

Coming to the table, he sets the meat down and regards Shireen’s work before looking to her face. “Everything all right?”

#thescaledqueen #( tsq001. ) #( thread. ) #( ic. ) #( au: asoiaf. )

[catalysers]

❥     𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

inspired  by  devotedecay’s  non - sexual  acts  of  dominance  meme  ! send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ shower ]   your muse joining mine in the shower.

[ choke ]   your muse choking mine.

[ kiss + soft ]   your muse pulling mine into a tender kiss.

[ kiss + rough ]   your muse pulling mine into a rough kiss.

[ pin ]   your muse pinning mine down.

[ wrists ]   your muse roughly grabbing mine by the wrists.

[ push ]   your muse pushing mine into bed.

[ rip + clothing ]   your muse tearing a piece of clothing off my muse.

[ spank ]   your muse spanking mine.

[ pull ]   your muse pulling my muses hair.

[ talk ]   your muse talking dirty to mine.

[ eyes ]   your muse making mine look them in the eyes during.

[ down ]   your muse pulling mine down by their collar / clothes.

[ knees ]   your muse telling mine to get on their knees.

[ hips ]   your muse pulling mine in close by the hips.

[ denial ]   your muse putting mine through orgasm denial.

[ many ]   your muse making mine orgasm over and over.

[ tied ]   your muse tying my muse down.

[ lazy ]   your muse lazily beginning to touch mine.

[ love ]   your muse telling mine they love them during.

[ dominance ]   your muse taking the lead and dominating mine.

[ submission ]   your muse letting mine take the lead and submitting to them.

[ humiliation ]   your muse humiliating mine, re: name-calling and verbal abuse.

[ pain ]   your muse hurting mine in bed, whether intentionally or not.

[ knife ]   your muse using a knife in bed, whether for threat or actually cutting mine.

[ hidden ]   your muse having sex with mine somewhere semi-public.

[ public ]   your muse having sex with mine in public, whee other people watch.

[ adore ]   your muse being near reverent with mine in bed.

[ dress ]   your muse having mine dress up in lingerie.

[ eat ]   your muse eating mine out.

[ sleep ]   your muse touching / beginning to have sex with mine while they’re asleep.

[ gag ]   your muse gagging mine, or or making them be quiet.

[ blindfold ]   your muse blindfolding mine.

[ praise ]   your muse praising mine in bed.

[ good ]   your muse calling mine a good boy / girl.

[ want ]   your muse telling mine they want them.

[ snarl ]   your muse growling and / or baring their teeth at mine during sex.

[ mark ]   your muse purposefully marking mine up with bruises, hickies, ect.

[ wall ]   your muse shoving mine up against a wall.

#[ if you see this no you dont ] #( meme. ) #nsfw cw #[ i'm honestly into reverse for most of this except for the submission bit LMAO ]

[catalysers]

miscellaneous angst starters.

when were you going to tell me?

you can’t keep doing this to yourself.

that’s…a lot of blood.

can you walk?

please don’t lie to me.

you were supposed to leave.

i’m not going anywhere without you.

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

there was nothing more you could have done.

it wasn’t your fault.

this is all my fault.

you aren’t acting like yourself.

i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.

you’re hurting me.

don’t ever do that again.

go to hell.

please don’t cry.

you have to stay awake.

i wish i could take the pain away.

you could have died.

hey – stay with me.

it’ll be over soon.

did you ever love me?

i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.

things won’t always hurt this bad.

you passed out.

how much have you had?

i’m okay. it’s all fine.

it’s not okay! you’re not fine!

let me get you something for the pain.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

it’s clearly not nothing.

have you been to the doctor?

i didn’t mean the things i said.

i thought we meant something.

people who are okay don’t act like this.

you don’t have to go through this by yourself.

i don’t want you to be alone.

please don’t regret me.

i heard you crying.

you need to get some rest.

when was the last time you ate something?

i’m worried about you.

did you have another nightmare?

[name], there’s nobody there.

i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.

please talk to me.

why are you mad at me?

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

don’t leave me.

did you do this to yourself?

it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.

tell me what’s wrong.

tell me how to make it better.

why don’t you care?

get the hell away from me.

please don’t do this.

i can’t believe that you lied to me.

just…stay for the night.

you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.

you can’t die. i won’t let you.

just hang on, okay?

hold my hand if you need to.

i’m sorry.

why do you have a gun?

don’t panic.

just breathe.

you’re bleeding.

i’m trying to stop the bleeding.

you’ve been crying, i can tell.

you should have told me sooner.

i wanted to tell you in person.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

i hate you.

i love you.

#[ /rebagels memes until i have threads to do ] #( meme. )

[catalysers]

thescaledqueen​:

“What can I say, I like making myself useful when I can.”

She confessed, knowing she’d feel bad if she let him do all the work. A corner of her mouth twitched slightly in amusement when he asked her that question.

“I would say I am reasonably good at it.”

She observed, wanting to be honest with him about this. She knew she’d never be a cook, but she had managed to keep herself fed until now. She rose to her feet, nodding faintly in response to what he said, taking out the small knife she had tucked in her belt.

“How small should the pieces be?”

She asked, as she placed the knife on the table for a moment before she moved closer towards him to take the basket of vegetables from him.

“Not very,” Sunny answers, happy to pass the basket Shireen’s way when she comes to take it. “Maybe about an inch thick at most.

“An onion and a carrot should be good. I’ll make soup.”

But in a time like this, and with next to no money in his name, there really isn’t much else to go for but soup. His only saving grace is that he knows someone nearby with a goat; having milk for Henry is the only real issue in commodities he has, and it’s nice not to have to worry about it.

Sunny nods in Shireen’s direction. “Let me know if you need anything, okay?”

#thescaledqueen #( tsq001. ) #( thread. ) #( ic. ) #( au: asoiaf. )

[catalysers]

sinetactu​:

sydney isn’t bothered by the smile’s size. if anything, it puts her at ease ; most people always EXPECT something when they smile at her widely. that’s a lesson she learnt very young. she shakes her head at the inquiry, arms folded across her chest. a shield, protecting her. keeping her in her little bubble— keeping her SAFE.

“ yeah, you’re not scheduled until four, ” she says, shrugging as she tosses herself down onto the grass as well, though a distance is kept between her and sunny ; she even keeps far away from henry. if she gets too close, even with the layers of fabric, her skin CRAWLS and anxiety flares.

indeed, the only reason that syd is out here right now— contrary to what many would believe— is that she’s trying to be FRIENDLY. a feat that is relatively hard for her ; socializing isn’t her strong-suit. gloved digits toy with a blade of grass, blue eyes fixated upon the giggling infant. youthful innocence. how foreign to her.

“ so, now that you’ve been here awhile, ” syd begins, head tilted to the side, “ have you realized yet that we’re truly not out to get you? ” it’s meant to be teasing, but there is a hint of truth to it. she’s distracted by the baby’s laughter, a faint smile rising to her lips at the sight of the child now that he seems to have caught his prey. good for him— just so long as he doesn’t eat the ladybug. “ henry likes it here, you know. plenty of bugs to catch. ” another tease.

Sunny can’t help the scoffing laugh at Sydney’s first question. It’s not that he’s surprised to be asked, but it’s more blunt than he expected-- he’s not quite sure anyone else here would just jump into his suspicions the way Sydney did.

“Yeah,” he says, watching on as Henry lets out a noise of frustration when opening his hand has the ladybug flying away, “all right. You’re all more selfless than I gave you credit for. I was wrong.”

But it’s hard not to doubt kindness when it comes, still. Most of the kindness Sunny received growing up had been wrapping paper for a cruel man’s evil intentions-- something he couldn’t have known as a boy, certainly, but now that he’s got a son to take care of, being more careful is imperative.

“It’s just...” Sunny’s brows knit together. “After all that time running and hiding, it’s weird being here.” By here, however, he means less Summerland specifically and more the whole concept of it: a safe space for gifted people, a place he can sleep without having one eye open, a place his son can play outside.

Henry sits on his butt and picks at blades of grass, and Sunny’s expression softens at the fact he can do it at all.

“I keep thinking something’s going to go wrong. And everyday I’m surprised it doesn’t happen.”

#[ writing on mobile just for ME.......... #i feel the love 😭😭😭 ] #sinetactu #( snt001. ) #( thread. ) #( ic. ) #( au: modern. )

[catalysers]

Daniel Wu for Esquire Hong Kong, April 2017

#( sunshine. ) #( au: modern. ) #[ sh.....Shoes ]