#heapcfglory

[crpediem]

heapcfglory ► crpediem

#( shut up m. ) #new url too :>

[zaunitelizard]

To Do (in no particular order)

Put headcanons on a proper page. [In progress.]

Flesh out music headcanons.

Flesh out Rio’s “biology” and the Shimmer origins. [In progress.]

Think about and type up headcanons relating to Singed.

Think about and type up headcanons relating to Viktor (as a child and adult, pre-machine herald).

Think about and type up headcanons relating to Warwick.

Plot something with @vilence. [In progress.]

Plot something with @rose-golden-boys. [In progress.]

Plot something with @heapcfglory. [In progress.]

Plot something with @torntruth. [In progress.]

Plot something with @hextechdreamed.

Plot something with @a-jinxed-life.

Plot something with @bastardsunlight. [In progress.]

Plot something with @loyaltyearned.

Plot something with @iixesha.

Plot something with @empyrcal.

#out of shimmer (ooc) #//to do list #//housekeeping #//to be deleted when list is finished

[wtchywoo]

　　　　closed starter for @heapcfglory​

　　　　There was no particular reason why Heather found herself parking in front of 5280 Old Cherry Road that afternoon, going to visit Billy hadn’t been more than an impulsive decision taken after that afternoon meeting with her support group. She’d even brought leftover food — cupcakes and cookies and a few slices of carrot cake some of the ladies always brought to the sessions in hope to cheer everyone’s mood. It wasn’t always effective, but surely Heather appreciated how involved and friendly everyone was there, it really felt like the only safe place left in Hawkins. She kept wishing Billy would join them at one point, but of course she wasn’t there to start arguing right now.

　　　　Heather just wanted to hang out. Watching tv, listening to that ear-smashing music he liked… She would have been good even with going for a ride. It was not like she didn’t have any other friends she could spend time with when feeling like her social batteries needed some recharge, but Billy was a whole other deal. She didn’t have to keep her smile always up with him, for once. Plus, there was something truly refreshing in spending town with a guy that didn’t care about girly things or the gossips going around time — especially when said gossips seemed to revolve around them lately.

　　　　But things weren’t going as planned. As soon as she’d reached the door, Heather had found herself FROZEN when hearing the noises coming from the inside of the house. Glass breaking, an adult man yelling… The words she could grasp weren’t anything she’d like to repeat, and the moment her mind started putting together what was really happening there — what had probably happened so many other times, she realized — her heart started to beat faster. She was about to ring the doorbell and try to stop that scary hell, but the door opened first. She jumped back in surprise, the bag of delicacies still in one hand as her eyes got wide as Heather found herself staring right at Billy.

#aaaaaaaaaaaa #3 2 1 let the panic begin #heapcfglory #( * character: heather.

[storiesungmoved]

@heapcfglory​ sent 🤕 (+reverse?) steve @ billy uvu

🤕  -  a  starter  where  my  muse  is  patching  up  your  muse’s  injuries.  ( add  + reverse  for  your  muse  to  be  patching  up  my  muse’s  injuries. )

trope based starters

status: accepting

Another day, another goddamn fight with his dad. They always turn physical. Billy doesn’t know why he even talks back anymore when all it ends up doing is backfiring on him and he’s fucking punched. His cheek throbs and his lip is split. It could be worse, Billy thinks bitterly, but the worst part of this is Steve had seen him and insisted on cleaning up his wounds.

Billy had fought it, at first, but he’s honestly too exhausted to fight him. His side hurts from where he’d been kicked, injuries he hasn’t dared to show Steve but as he takes in a sharp inhale as cloth hits split lip, it turns into a grimace and unconsciously, his arm wraps around his side to feel over his bones. Nothing broken, he doesn't think, but damn if it isn’t bruised.

“I’m fine, Harrington. Just a fight with some asshole.” Not exactly a lie but he’s definitely trying to play it off like he’d picked the fight with someone that isn’t his dad. “Why the hell do you care anyway?” And why the hell is he letting Steve clean up his wounds?

#abuse tw #abuse cw #heapcfglory #billy interactions #sobs tbh

[witchoflegends]

@heapcfglory​ liked for a Mysterio Starter

“Who the fuck are you?” The guy wore the stupid pajamas of the kid, but he definitely wasn’t him. “And where’s the kid? Where’s Peter Parker?”

#heapcfglory #master of illusions: Quentin Beck

[musesinked]

PETER PARKER .

“ peter? ” if she hadn’t of known better, it looked as though he had just seen a ghost. “ wait, do i have toothpaste on my mouth? i swear i double checked before i left home! ” her tongue swiped along her lips, trying to seek out and exterminate any leftover minty paste that may have stubbornly stuck to her lips.

#heapcfglory #muse: gwen stacy #|| hope this works! :) #|| could be after NWH?

[sunkiisscd]

@heapcfglory​ / hearted for loki ( @ tony )

❝ Your midgardian wine is awful but a drink’s a drink. ❞

#( loKI why are you drinking asjlkdn ) #⍣ ;; muse ☀ kid loki #heapcfglory

[knightfeared]

【 PROTECTIVE PROMPTS 】

@heapcfglory​ | Quentin asks:

╰►   ❝「  “ how long have you been here? ” (quentin @ leon :>) 」❞

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"Long enough." Leon grits past clenched teeth, a wince of pain crossing his features as he tries to ease the worst of his weight from the hook protruding from his upper shoulder. No one else had come for him, but then again, that was fine. He'd prefer they keep working on the gens than waste time coming for him. It was still so early in the trial- they'd need their heads in the game to not die.

Quentin makes a noise, but Leon can't tell if it's out of irritation or something else, only focusing on the feeling of hands under his arms as he'd helped off the bloody hook. He hisses loudly, the sharp burning pain something he'd never get used to when hooked.

Once he's on the ground, feet planted firmly, he sways a bit, but gathers his bearings enough to wave a hand to show he was fine, swallowing down the pain like a bitter pill as he shoots his savior a friendly, thankful smile. 

"Thanks for the help, hero." 

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#Muse: [ Leon S. Kennedy ] #heapcfglory #Quentin Smith #◆ ━━ Answered IC #◆ ━━ Interactions

[jcmesbuckybcrnes-arc]

@heapcfglory​ didn’t technically ask for this but gets it anyway!

“So, uh... Pipsqueak. You like sushi? Cause I know a place just a couple blocks over that has a killer spicy salmon roll.”

#( i'm twisting allegories now | closed starters ) #heapcfglory #hi hello i'm clarice and we love scott vm

[leasung]

@heapcfglory​  ➜  continued from this

"Long enough to not want to do it again." They may have stood there, observing and listening to the sleepy babbling of a sleeping Quentin. But at least they didn't come empty handed. Putting the paper cup down in front of Quentin, turning it around so Quentin can see the name on it. It isn't Quentin's. It says Sarah. "She had it coming."

#heapcfglory

[wtchywoo]

❝ i wish i could go back in time. save everyone. ❞ ( have peter 3 @ MJ :> )

　　　　MJ couldn’t quite know what Peter was talking about, or who everyone was from the universe he came from. Even when her memories about the battle felt hazy at best — MJ suspected it had to do with the cut that was still healing on her face, like maybe she’d fallen and hit her head —, she felt like there had to be a reason why he hadn’t gone back. Whether he had to do with unfinished business there or having nothing to go back to, MJ kept feeling loneliness radiating from the guy. It was a feeling she could relate too, as it had unexplainably never left her since that night.

　　　　« Time-travels never end well in movies. » She tried to melt some tension with a smirk, all while imperceptibly moving closer to him on the roof. The lights of New York were quite a work of art from that height, it made her feel like they were impossibly far away from everything that was going on down there. She’d first argued against Peter taking her there — spiderwebs most definitely not being her favourite way of traveling, thank you very much —, but now she was almost grateful for it. At night she kept feeling like she was missing something, it made it impossible to sleep. « Wormholes, paradoxes and everything… Would you really risk it? »

#peter 3 and mj sitting on a roof #SHARING ANGST #heapcfglory #( * character: mj.

[storiesungmoved]

your portrayal is top notch !! like chef's kiss, everything i read is just mmmm 1000/10 ♡♡

hey…how’s my portrayal? ♡

ah thank you!! this means a lot to me!! i'm really enjoying our thread and can't wait to write more with you <3

#heapcfglory #jay gets love

[digdugg]

“i’m in bed. i’m going to sleep.” ( have a thing from billy :> u can skate to the arcade max pls let him sleep )

skeleton man by joseph bruchac

She could hardly contain her disbelief. "Wait, you're going to sleep? At this hour?" Normally he'd be at some party, or at a friend's house, or on a date (if it could even be called that. She shuddered to think of it, knowing his activities.) "Are you sick, Billy?"

#heapcfglory

[spydered-arch]

[ i n c o m i n g     t r a n s m i s s i o n ] :   jeff is going to just. lift himself up onto his back legs, placing his front paws on her legs, looking somewhat expectantly. does he want food? pets? who knows! ( have a bb land shark >:3 )

Natasha had just sat down with her pile of pizza when she felt the weight of little paws on her leg and she put down the piece she had picked up before looking down at Jeff. "Hey there, cutie." Okay so Natasha had a fondness for Jeff. She had a soft spot for for him and often spoiled him. Taking a bite of the pizza, she soon scooped him up onto her lap and offered him the rest of the slice and scritched him on the head. "Don't tell anyone okay? I don't want them to know I play favorites." Nobody took food from Natasha. She had been known to make people regret trying to reach onto her plate before. Especially Clint.

[ t r a n s m i s s i o n      r e c e i v e d ] : @heapcfglory​

#NAT LOVES JEFF OKAY #SHES KEEPING HIM #heapcfglory #& . ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʀᴜꜱꜱɪᴀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ( answered. )

[sunkiisscd]

@heapcfglory​ / hearted for miss minutes ( for mobius )

❝ I’m sorry, those files are classified. I’m unable to download them for you. ❞ Not for his knowledge, or anyone’s, in fact. That’s not to say they can’t assist in other ways though, if needed. ❝ Is there something else I can find for ya? ❞

#⍣ ;; muse ☀ miss minutes #heapcfglory

[rebellmade]

starter for @heapcfglory !

Skye doesn't know how she knows that this is the place. It's like a thrumming in her bones, something seeping beneath her skin that tells her to turn left instead of right. When she sees the sign welcoming her to Hawkins, a jolt shoots down her spine. It's just a nowhere town in Indiana, but it feels right. Years of searching, years of dead ends of late-night breakthroughs, have led her here. To Hawkins, Indiana. It shouldn't make sense; doesn't, really. But her gut is telling her this is it. It's late when she pulls into town, and when she spots a diner with its lights on her stomach gives a growl she can't ignore. Well, a late dinner won't hurt; she'll have plenty of time to investigate tomorrow. Plus, the library's not exactly open at this hour anyways. Parking her car into a spot in front of the diner, Skye steps out and glances around. It's a quiet town, one of those middle-of-nowhere places that are good for a bathroom break on a long road trip. How did all of her searching lead her here? Tomorrow, she hopes to find out. Right now, she wants a greasy hamburger and fries. Tugging her jacket a little tighter around her shoulders, she walks into the diner, a small bell above the door announcing her arrival.

#heapcfglory #the upside down | stranger things verse. #daisy 'skye' johnson | muse. #painting worlds with words | thread. #( surprise! hope this is good as well lol )