#smokedanced

[realmyths]

💖 ― you seem like a genuinely nice person

Thank youuuuuu! <3 This is so sweet of you and we absolutely need to RP one of these days. I have a meme continuation for you in my drafts but more. More interactions. <3

#smokedanced #(mun: replies.) #ooc #(ooc.) #(out of character.) #(save.) #(saved.)

[deceivesthem]

❛ Everyone hides who they are at least some of the time. ❜ / from hannibal

"and what about you, then? do you hide yourself, doctor?" he asks, head cocked to the side in genuine curiosity. this is his first time meeting with Doctor Lecter after his last psychiatrist had referred him---things with her just didn't work out. obviously Hannibal had some knowledge of what Oliver had done; he's pretty sure every psychiatrist within a one hundred mile radius is aware of what Oliver has done, which is probably why it hasn't been easy to find one that sticks. his last psychiatrist was his longest lasting one, but in the end she said she couldn't help him. what a pity. "what do you think i'm hiding?" he asks as he crosses his ankles, arms folding over his chest. he's closed off, jaw set in defiance. there's no point in offering anything other than the truth---he's certain Hannibal would just see right through it; psychiatrists are good at that sort of thing or something. still, he plays it up, an uncertain, pathetic smile on his face. "i have nothing to hide; i didn't have a choice."

[ @smokedanced ]

#smokedanced #( * the devil pays his due // answered. ) #Oliver immediately trying to manipulate the situation is so funny to me cause bb ur not gonna win here djfkaldfj #he still gon try tho

[rubiesintherough]

“Is anyone there?” / iris for mahia probably looking for her in a creepy forest Not Wanting to find her

@smokedanced

The forest was silent in a way that set the healer on edge... all sounds of lively underbrush silenced, not a cricket singing, nor owl's distant hoot, nothing. Even the breeze seemed too nervous to rustle the trees around her.

Mahia had survived in the woods far long enough to understand what it all meant: she wasn't alone out here. Yet, it still startled her when the voice called out. Made her jump, scrambling to cover the final, glowing embers of her fire to smother it all, to hide her away. Using only the moon's glow, she rose. Ventured forward, fingers playing with the hilt of her blade, just in case.

It didn't feel like a trap, though that meant very little. So, it was only after a long moment of silent, internal debate that Mahia finally offered a reply from the safety of the dark, behind a tree broad enough to halt potential bullets...

" Are you lost...? Do you need help? "

#answers ( mahia ) #smokedanced

[collidingxworlds]

8. what’s one thing you think you’re good at?

Truthful Tuesday || Accepting !

Whenever someone asks me that, usually my reply is "nothing at all", but I'll spare you that.

I guess that my writing is pretty decent? I'm hardly the most skilled writer out there, but I think that I can always offer my RP partners and ready some enjoyable material.

I also try to be a decent mutual. I know that this might not show on this blog, especially in the last months, because I've been very much absent. That's not a lack of interest in my mutuals here, though, it's me being physically not logged in here because most of my inspiration is on another blog. I've been trying to come back, but my presence is still gonna be sporadic here, compared to my activity on my other main.

Last but not least, I'm very good at being stubborn...for better or for worse xD

#(( mun scotty's personal log ::ooc:: )) #smokedanced

[gentlepyrate]

𝐈𝐒𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐋 sent:

[ PALM ]: taking the receiver’s hand, the sender brings it to their mouth, and places a tender kiss against the receiver’s palm. 

He has long since learned that there is more to Izzy Hands than what is on the surface, but that doesn't mean he isn't continually surprised - and flustered, even - by the little gestures that he doesn't expect.

Stede had spotted the first mate all on his own at the bow of the ship, the night sky twinkling with stars that seemed brighter under the shadow of the new moon. After a gentle test of whether or not his company was wanted or appreciated, he had joined his - his partner? His Izzy? - not wanting him to be alone.

Their hands had been close on the taffrail, and Stede had been debating gently taking Izzy's hand in his own. But Hands beats him to it.

Stede's chest flutters and his heart beats loudly even at that simple touch. Israel's hands are calloused, heavily-worn, but delicate in some way. Graceful. His touch is that strangely familiar mix of gentle and rough, like he wants to be soft but can't be, or maybe the other way around.

And then Israel lifts his hand and presses a kiss to his palm and Stede's eyes might as well have stars in them. He looks bright and in love, and so, so, happy.

He has learned that Israel is not a man for words, so he doesn't open his mouth, worried that whatever might spill out of it would offend him, likely, somehow break the intimacy of this little moment. Instead, Stede runs the tip of his fingers over Izzy's cheek, very gently, very slowly, until he is cupping the first mate's face in his palm.

Stede leans in and presses a kiss to his temple and doesn't say a word.

@smokedanced​

#i heard it was gentlehands hours??? #ic. #smokedanced #smokedanced; izzy hands

[anderwhohn]

@smokedanced asked: ❝ you haven’t heard of me? how refreshing. ❞ / ten for mordin

"Have heard of many doctors. You refer to self as The Doctor, as if the definitive," Mordin notes as he studies the being before him curiously. "Appear to be of relatively sound and highly logical mind. Scans indicate neurological, respiratory, circulatory, and other biological systems as notably non-human, despite assumption based on outer appearance..."

#smokedanced #smokedanced ( tenth doctor ) #dreams of elsewhere ( ic ) #just looking to help ( mordin solus ) #altverse || finding the mysteries of the universe ( dweu | mordin ) #the doctor || smokedanced ( mordin ) #there was a point to this story ( answered )

[imprvdente]

@smokedanced commented ⚓️ for a Pirate starter . 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 

It was one of the days, she supposed. Blood was seeping through the fabric of her shirt, and the bandages that used to hide her secret had been torn by the blow. She looked down, a smile curving her lips. It was easy to see who she really was, now. A woman in man's clothes, yes. But a pirate all the same. No more secrets. If this was going to be her time, there were worse ways to go than being struck by the great Black Beard, with the ocean as her witness.

“Ah, well. I suppose dying is the day worth living for,” she mused, a strange glimmer in her eyes.

#look idk fdhjhfdsjkdsf i rly like this POTC quote and i ran with it but if this is too intense of a context lmk ahaha #&(edward teach) #fish (monet) #pirate au #closed starter #smokedanced

[vocesincaput-arc]

@smokedanced (Ed) liked for a starter [x]

Stede had been on his way to meet Ed at the small dock so that they could both escape and be together when he was met in the forested area by Chauncey and his men. He tried to run, calling out to Ed in the hopes the other would hear him but was quickly overwhelmed and recaptured.

He had no idea how much time had passed, days or weeks or more, when Chauncey transported him from the small, cramped prison cell he had been keeping him in to his ship. Throwing him in the hold with a burlap sack over his head.

Having be gloating daily, punishing Stede repeatedly for his brother, Chauncey had enjoyed every single moment of it and was intending on enjoying what was coming next just as much. If not more.

For Chauncey had been charged with bringing Blackbeard to justice. By any means necessary. It took several weeks before they came to the situation they were in.

Chauncey's ship was a small distance away from The Revenge with Stede currently tied to the mast with the bag still on his head, almost unconscious. Chauncey was stood on the deck, shouting across to Blackbeard and what little crew he had.

"I have no idea how anyone could follow someone like you. Pretending you care but then turning tail and running. Leaving people behind to save your own skin." He smirked in distain and amusement. "People you pretend to care about... You never even bothered to go back and look for him, did you. All of it is your fault. You are the reason I got to get revenge for my brother. Over and over... I should thank you before I kill you...and him."

#ic #muse: stede #smokedanced #smokedanced: stede #smokedanced (ed)

[afterdeaths]

🔑   //   handcuff  my  muse . +reverse / zee cuffing will because he's a poor little meow meow

SHE'S BEING FOLLOWED, THE KNOWLEDGE sits on her shoulders like a weighted blanket. each step zahirith takes is one with precision — there's a knife in her hand, abstinence, but she's not sure she will need to USE it — as she weaves in and out of a crowd. did she want to get lost in it? PERHAPS.

but maybe she was enjoying this dance.

there's the small possibility that if this person ( his face was familiar, she'd seen it before ) caught her... she'd REWARD him for his attempts. it wasn't every day someone could keep UP with the assassin, that role was left to tomas and haden... people who knew her movements before she took them. through practiced understanding and years of being by her side. she wanted to make this a challenge. she wanted to see if this stranger COULD. "the ghost of the streets", and here he was, trailing her like it was nothing.

small frame rounds a corner, and there's SOMETHING ELSE in her hand now thats not the little pocket knife for emergencies, because an idea has crossed her mind and that REWARD is still lingering in the back of her mind. if he's quick enough, if he knows what he's doing... she twists, down another little alleyway behind a seedy bar and the entrance to the underground. it's COMFORTING to her, a place she visits often but she knows he's not been here.

he can't have been.

another twist, and she's entered a building the door broken off the hinges, and no, it wasn't SMART to bring a complete stranger back to her humble abode but here zahirith was and here was this man, too. taller than her, dark hair, dark circles under his eyes, a bit of scruff. she's hidden herself behind the door, waiting for him like a CAT with its prey.

❝ too slow. ❞ it's the only warning she gives him before metal clamps on his wrist, tightening perhaps a little TOO MUCH, as the other half is attached to the metal pipe near her head. god, she loved those handcuffs. then she's ON him, in his face, with a knife at his throat. ❝ tell me who you are, right fucking now. ❞

#:)))) #smokedanced #「 ʟɪғᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ━ zahirith. ( in chara ) #「 ᴢᴀʜɪʀɪᴛʜ / ᴠᴇʀsᴇ: ɪ. ━ ( sharp )

[parameddic]

"Dude. What happened to you?"

Oh, nothing much. Oh, a lizard man fell into his fire escape (which was not the top level of the building, but he seemed to have hit.... at an angle?) and covered one of his windows with blue bloooooood(?) and Carlos was out of town and a kid on the street had said, "Wow, cool costume!" as TK was standing outside above this six-foot-something ............. clothed creature, watching its breaths, shallow but even. Shallow maybe. Like, in relation to a human's, shallow. In relation to a lizard's?

TK had adopted a lizard before, a bearded dragon. Its name was Lou the Second. Carlos had bought him for him, because they'd let Lou the First go back into alligator-lizard wilderness.

He was not looking for a Lou the Third.

Mateo was still waiting for an answer and TK, who was way too tired (up the past two nights of his "three days off" trying to figure out how to treat an unconscious lizard creature) to be answering questions convincingly, said, "I think the universe hates me."

Maybe he needed someone to... god, he was so sleep deprived, actually. The first time he had woken from one of his semi-naps, sprinkled through the day, he wondered if maybe he'd just. Made it up. But the kid had called up to him, right, and the blood was still on his window, it hadn't come off in the rain (mostly), and Cap was. Out of town, so he didn't have a way of asking her to come and, like, double check, or. Whatever.

"What did it do now?" Nancy asked, curious.

"I can't do my shift." Seriously, he just. He just couldn't. "Sorry. Came for supplies."

"Medical supplies?" Nancy watched him heft the backpack onto one shoulder. They would be short two of their three paramedic team members if he left. It wasn't much of a choice.

"Yeah. It's a really weird... it's like a.... it's a. Lizard thing."

"Is Lou Two okay?" Owen had overheard.

"Yeah." Yeah. "Um. It's bigger than Lou, it just showed up on my fire escape."

"You're ditching us for a lizard."

Dude. TK turned around to emphasise, on his way out, "It is a pretty. big. lizard."

@dutyworn

#ic #sdkfjlkdfjlskjflksjd i am not sure if this is crack or an actual ic post but i wrote it and so here it is bc i had fun #dutyworn #oh i. should actually have tagged your multi #whose................................. is it #is it the smoke one #klsjflsdkjflskdjlksdjflskdjg #anyway: wren there overhearing 'it is a Pretty Big Lizard' and tk there to grab supplies? #or just. this is a precursor to the 'i have a lizard man in my living room asking for you' conversation #smokedanced

[vocesincaput]

@smokedanced (Izzy) continued from [x]

Frenchie retracted the hand that he had placed upon the shorter mans shoulder but only slightly. Hovering it just a few inches away so that he could put it back their quickly enough if needed.

"Hey, it's alright, Iz. Just... everything okay? I know 'e's been a bit tough on us all and... well, I noticed that you've been quiet since you were last in there with 'im." He stopped talking for a moment and swallowed. Wondering just what he could say to get the other man to possibly open up a bit.

"You know you ain't alone on 'ere, right?"

#ic #muse: frenchie #smokedanced #smokedanced: frenchie #smokedanced (izzy hands)

[deceivesthem]

send 🙌 to grab my muse by the throat / from iris with zero context shrug emoji

the hand to his throat surprises him. eyes widen for a fraction of a second before he's putting his own hand over top of hers and stopping her from doing anything else, his hand quickly wrapped around her wrist tightly. "what do you think you're doing?" he knows it's a fear response---the way she grabs him doesn't have much of a fight to it and she seems hesitant in her action, so Oliver has no reason to get angry. still, his hold on her isn't gentle as he carefully pulls her hand away from his throat, very easily---as if he's done this before and maybe he has, but with a different person, a much larger, much more dangerous person. he's been in this position too many times to allow it to scare him. once her hand is successfully pulled away, he still holds onto it as he exhales a calming breath, shaking his head. "you know, you really shouldn't do that. what did you think was going to happen?" he slowly starts pushing her backwards, eyes flashing with an unnamed emotion. "did you think i was going to enjoy it? laugh about it? cry? or did you think i was going to do this?" he pushes her towards the wall and pins her there, his head cocked to the side. there's an almost animalistic, predatory look on his face, but it's gone in an instant as he backs away, hands detaching from her as he holds them up in the air, an act of innocence. "if i was a killer, i would have killed you for that. but i'm not. just don't do that again. i don't like to be touched."

[ @smokedanced ]

#smokedanced #( * the devil pays his due // answered. ) #oh worm? this was fun to write lmao #the way his personality shifts is so *chefs kiss*

[flownintothesun]

For Izzy, LOL. Mind you he could learn to be more of these things, this is more... initial state XD

Listen, Havu, the thing I love (truly LOVE) about the concept of Westley and Izzy Hands as a ship is how horribly (hilariously) mutually antagonistic it would be. The dynamic is definitely Westley being a little shit to Izzy at every turn and Izzy doesn't know why but he kinda likes it (not that he'd ever admit it). Westley would terrorize Izzy in the best way and I can definitely see it.

#smokedanced #➤ 𝟶. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝙾𝙻 ┊ westley mccarthy. #⋆ ⚓︎ ⋆ ── 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ┊ 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑢𝑝 𝑚𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔?

[blackflcgs]

smokedanced asked : ❛  you have no idea what you're doing to me.  ❜

Ed's heart plummets right down to his stomach. It's alarming words to hear from someone he'd just got done fucking not even, what, five minutes ago?

"Excuse me?" Fuck, that's probably not the way to respond. It's not how to wants to respond anyway. He's just confused. More than that, he's concerned. Izzy sounds really upset, but Ed can't immediately work out why.

"Sorry, that didn't come out right," he's quick to amend as he closes the distance to his-- their --bed. Ed had gotten up and stepped away just long enough to pull his hair back, soak a clean cloth in fresh water. Apparently long enough for the mood to turn.

Ed is still mostly naked save for the thin black robe he'd slipped on. For a moment he hesitates, but he settles next to Izzy amongst the blankets. He'd intended to wipe Iz down with the damp cloth Ed's still holding awkwardly in his hand, but now he isn't sure if he should touch him.

"Can you tell me what's wrong?" His tone is gentle, but imploring. Izzy gets all sorts of emotional after sex. During it, too, so maybe that's what's happening, but Ed can't shake the worry he's fucked up somehow. "You're freaking me out, man."

@smokedanced

#smokedanced #v: season 2 #(( izzy you're gonna give ed a heart attack )) #(( i'm thinking they're in ed's quarters on the queen anne )) #(( he still hangs out w stede and sails with the revenge but also giving the revenge crew some space after trying to murder them all is #the best call for everyone at this point in time haha ))

[rejectory]

@smokedanced: “Why am I in a cage?”

As if to say, I know why you are.

Sweetly so. The texture of the picture, however, is blurry to Will as of the lolling of his head steadied by Hannibal’s very hand. Will’s curls crumple to the heart of it; his sweat beads and rolls and slow-distills into his personal notes of musk. His heartbeat slackly hits Hannibal’s thumb.

Will has, of course, been sedated.

They are both in a cage. Only one of them voluntarily.

’ Because you’re dangerous to yourself and, ‘ more importantly, the system would argue, ’ others. ‘

The heroin Hannibal administered has morphinized—pleasurably but overwhelmingly. Any urgency Will may have felt is a cloud in the distance. The sea is gentle. The usual butchery of his mind is an ice cream parlor.

He is bound shoulders-to-feet to a stool of Hannibal’s choosing, from a wood which will retain his scent. As on many an occasion, Will Graham cuts a biblical figure of the weeping angel, the anguished and the divine both.

They wouldn’t have made it here without each other.

In his unblinking inspection, Hannibal gets as close as the lips.

’ You’re dehydrated. Open your mouth. ‘

#smokedanced #HANNIBAL.

[anderwhohn]

@smokedanced asked: "i like receiving but, if you want me to do something i will. i want you to feel good too." / garrus for nihlus???

Nihlus pauses, his subvocals even falling quiet for a moment as he studies the younger turian, before a quiet chirp of affection escapes him as his gaze softens. Shaking his head, he leans in, trailing his tongue along the sensitive edge of one of Garrus's mandibles.

"I feel plenty good watching you come apart for me," he notes, a low lustful growl underlining his words at just the thought. "Now, if it's something you want me to do for you?" There's a noticeable teasing undertone to his growled words as he offers, "I might be persuaded to allow it..."

#smokedanced #smokedanced ( garrus vakarian ) #dreams of elsewhere ( ic ) #cool under pressure ( nihlus kryik ) #shipverse || garrus / smokedanced ( nihlus ) #garrus || smokedanced ( nihlus ) #connection / smokedanced ( nihlus & garrus ) #connection / smokedanced ( nihlus x garrus ) #there was a point to this story ( answered ) #things can never be quite the same again ( suggestive ) #limes cw