#snowinabottle

[evermorcd]

@snowinabottle: ❛ 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢.  ❜ / meme

𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 remark as if it was nobody's business. As if no time had passed and he hadn't spent the last twelve years in miserable conditions, serving a sentence he had nothing to do with. Never had anything to do with... With that. As if they were still two kids just out of school, the whole world at their hands, an unknown future ready to be written by themselves and no one else. Oh, how time had changed... Because sure: he was still the rascal that made jokes and pranked everyone, but he was also way more bitter than he ever wanted to be. Life always had to be a joke, after all, right? Otherwise, how was he meant to survive - his family, his enemies, the war. Survive ( possibly ) losing her for being dubbed a criminal and being away, out of her reach, for so long. And still she made him laugh, just like that, in the very same way she always used to when they were children, with such an Amelia-esque remark.

❛  𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘, 𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐎 well hitting puberty. It wasn't that fun and I would rather not go through it again. So, please, please take that away before you accidentally cast a spell and turn me into an actual baby. ❜ he arched an eyebrow, playfully tilting his head and never breaking eye contact. Why would he stop looking at those doe eyes, after all? ❛ And mind you, I'm saying this because you're a too talented witch. I do think you might actually do that.  ❜

#i'm completely fine #ic ⭑⭒ sirius black #verse ⭑⭒ maybe we could live free after all (poa) #snowinabottle

[scnfullcst]

PLOTTED STARTER FT. @snowinabottle.

It was late in the evening, and the busy streets had calmed down. Workers had gone home for the day to be with their families, while the lonely ones found the pubs to drink away sorrows. There were also students going out to drink, have fun and celebrate another week well done, but they had their own student bars: Keyon never went to those. His week had been stressful, Keyon and his cousin worked hard to establish connections. Finding a way to bring a business up, legal money was needed to fund their illegal businesses, a tactic that wasn't new to the world. Many gangs used legal businesses to support their guns, whores and so on. Keyon was no different, and at the moment his plans were working. They started to take over the town, step by step, and their connection was strong.

Walking into one of his favourite bars, he looked around at the full tables as he placed a cigarette between his lips. The words of drunk men and women fill his ears, he even struggled to hear the loud music people danced to. His body moved to walk up to the bar, ordering a glass of whiskey, which was his usual drink when he went to a pub. Keyon's fingers grabbed the cigarette to hold it while he blew out the smoke. Keyon's head turned to the side gently, his eyes filled with dark hair and pale skin of a woman that sat beside where he had stood to order his drink. He had never seen her before in his life. She was young and beautiful, and that was a fact. "I have never seen you here before. Are you new?" His eyes scanned every detail of her, trying to truly remember if he had seen her before, but he couldn't remember at all. As he looked at her, she reminded him of a student due to the age range, and he started to believe she had just travelled a little bit far away from the safe spot. Students of this town had their own areas and pubs for socialising, but they did from time to time leave those areas to try out new bars or run away from the student title, was she the same? A charming smirk formed on his lips as the barmaid finally came with his whiskey, gentle words of thank you, sweetheart leaving his lips before drinking some of the alcohol. His eyes never truly left the woman that was beside him.

#† keyon hailstone. interaction. #snowinabottle

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

              ˜”*°•.       Power .  It was  sharp  blades that  tore  the skin  apart ,  it was  cold  steel that  drew  out  the  blood .  Ever since  the  beginning of  humanity,  weapons  grabbed  with the  intention  to  slaughter .  Swords ,  blades , arrows,  knives .  A piece  of  steel  or wood  or  metal, something  so  small, so  meaningless ,   and  yet so   capable  of  ravaging and  destroying .  And yet ,  power  could  be  outpowered . Guns  could  be outgunned .  When  standing before  the  immortal,  the  ancient, the  powerful,  human  toys nothing  but  well … toys .  Prisons  fragile, breakable,  temporal .  The need  for  something stronger,  something  more effective ,  unraveling  inevitable .  For  perhaps Morpheus’  cage had  been  effective , perhaps  the  spell had  restrained  him , it’d  be  naïve  to think  that  this was  the  final victory ,  though.  The Dream  Lord  would   escape ,  and  when he   did …  he’d have  to  make  sure  it’d be  the  last thing  he  did . He’d  have  to  end  him  .  

Egypt .  Full  of history  and  culture, the  streets  of Egypt  had  been  finally  walked.  Travelling not  necessarily  his primary  aspiration  indeed, and  yet …  circumstances were  quite  a tricky  thing  at  times .  There was  a  name . A  name  he’d often  come  across with.  The  name of  a  woman that  seemed  to  be  possessing a knowledge  potentially  helpful . For  perhaps  he could  find  what he  was  searching for  on  his own,  two  were the  problems  with that ,  though ;  first, he  wasn’t  sure what  it  was that  he  was looking  for,  and  second ,  retrieving  it on  his  own… it’d  be  time-consuming -   time,  inadequate  even for  the  immortal ones ,  always  running thin .

❝ A  twelve-month  calendar and  pyramids  that none  knows  how they  were  built . ❞ Echoed  the  words casual  -  gaze wandering  off ,  as  he  kept  on  walking - surroundings  just  as  target,  seemingly shrugged  off .  ❝ And  yet ,  who  would have  told  them   it’d  be  the  first  to  play  the  biggest  role  today. ❞ Steps  brought  to   a  halt  - hand  offered  in  a  gesture.  ❝ Ms. Amelia  Johnson,  I presume ? ❞ 

Plotted starter for: @snowinabottle 

#I am not exactly people | The Corinthian #i: corinthian x amelia #snowinabottle #for the queue is full of surprises

[fcalty]

​

“ can i tell you a secret? ”  it was a conscious effort to turn of stealth mode and make it known that he is approaching. he doesn’t want to frighten the lady. tanyn’d be lying if he said he doesn’t pity her. unlike him, who’d jumped at the opportunity to leave home when the first signs of his force sensitivity started showing, he reckoned she had less of a choice. life aboard a star destroyer was a hard adjustment for on-worlders from lush, thriving planets ...  “ there are eleven gardens on the ship. ”  the princess might not see he smile but his voice was telling.  “ they’re for produce and herbs. nothing spectacular but they’re a change of scenery from durasteel and bright lights. i could take you there if you want.” 

starter for @snowinabottle​

#snowinabottle #➣ 𝘽𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙁𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙎: starters #i'm !!! #he's still a kid on the inside he'll try and keep her entertained on this boring snooty ship

[cruoren]

PROMPT     ⊰    STILL ACCEPTING.

@snowinabottle said: is there no limit set for your pain?

he is turned inside out by the ache of her voice  —  the timbre of her words  —  each syllable — nestling at the escarp of his heart.  for a moment, her inquiry seems to unearth the corpses he carries with himself, and he halts. the ghost of skywalker, who had been ben solo's uncle, in a story long ago, haunts a little grove of his being, the graveyard of the past, where all his ghosts roam. in his dreams, this graveyard sometimes cants and contorts into the charred ruins of skywalker's temple. in those dreams, he hears screams and pleas which blur into snoke's voice which blurs into shadows. ben solo's father resides there, too. ( in those dreams, this graveyard whizzes and whurs like the vents of the finalizer, and in those dreams, ren sees red, red, red. ) he crushes these thoughts and leaves them in the dark with the dead.

❝   it doesn't matter. none of it does.    ❞     he asserts, casually, leaning against the wall opposite her; his wild, dark gaze lands atop her, within her. the knight unclips his dirty, bloodied cloak and allows it to cascade down his tense shoulders with a quick sweep before he strews it aside haphazardly, atop the chair tucked away in one of the corners of their quarters.

❝    when i snuff out the last flickers of the resistance, it'll be the beginning of a new era.    ❞    ren asserts again, now with culminating conviction. once the distance between them is crossed, he grasps her wrists in one gloved hand with an eerie gentleness, ❝    when the galaxy lies in my - our - hands — none of this will matter then.    ❞ leaning down, his jaw resting in the crook of her neck, his voice is low against her ear, ❝    do not bring it up again, amelia. we are not to discuss matters of the past.    ❞

#snowinabottle #( ✦ ) script — is it death that you are bringing ? #( ✦ ) arc / second — kill your kings / march into their sacred palaces. #hm hmm post tlj ! #does he care about the fo's success? no. is he trying to change the topic so he doesn't have to process an emotion? yes.

[btcher]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑   𝐉𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐋   𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄             made   for   peace   at   last   amongst   those   who   dwelled   in   the   dark   of   the   basement ,        all   but   they   two   remained   in   its   darkest   corner   whilst   the   rest   had   scattered   fearing   the   peace   might   not   last .      in   their   experience ,        it   rarely   lasted ,      but   things   might   always   change .              so .   we’re   all   bottoms ,   huh ?       

  ❝  what   do   you   think ?     i   mean ,    look .  ❞                            he   gestures   to   the   others   with   a   direct   nod ,                           ❝  one   look   at   ‘em   is   enough   to   know   they’re   all   bottoms ,       and   hughie . . .  ❞                            eyes   divert   to   the   bottom   in   question ,       mobile   in   hand   clearly   contemplating   using   it ,                           ❝  he’s   got   a   face   like   a   slapped   arse   and   no   bollocks   to   boot .     he’s   the   fuckin’   definition   of   a   bottom .  ❞                            gaze   rounds   back   upon   @snowinabottle​ ,     and   there’s   a   moment   of   contemplation   that   halts   his   verbal   rampage .                           ❝  you   though .    nah ,    you’re   a   switch   and   you   know   it ,    love .  ❞         

shit  said  in  discord  server                    

#snowinabottle #an actual #'normal' #conversation for once hfjdk

[outahell]

my threads with @snowinabottle​ 

#⌜ / 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒 › ooc #but 5 stars instead #snowinabottle

[darthwclkerarch]

loRD vader my ass

*FORCE CHOKES*

#how dare U #‹ i've got a bad feeling about this ‒ ask. › #snowinabottle

[kingharringtxn]

@snowinabottle​ asked “Are you sure you’re okay?”

                 Steve rested his palms on his forehead as he closed his eyes momentarily,  letting out a shaky breath before tipping his head back. “Yeah, yeah I’m good, my head is basically throbbing, just got a killer headache is all, could you possibly shut the light off for a second?” He asked quietly. 

#⌜ main verse ⌟ ✦ * · ˚ ʏᴇᴀʜ ɪᴛ's ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀɴᴛs . #snowinabottle #feel free to expand on this #my brain was fried and I am sorry

[evermorcd]

@snowinabottle: ❛ 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑.  ❜ / meme

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓 linger between the two of them was dramatically ( and stupidly ) long. Eyebrow arched, mouth slightly open in disbelief, Coleen Masters was very accustomed to her cousin's peculiar sense of humour: hell, she grew up with it! But in this case it was incredibly tasteless for two reasons that were very obvious - and also very secret - for the two of them. The younger woman released a quite disbelieving cough, looking around because it seemed like there was always a Winchester around the corner, and she didn't feel good enough at the moment to deal with Dean's snarky, idiotic comments.

𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄, 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐍 faked an exaggerated surprise, hand over heart and gaping expression and all. A perfomance worthy of a Broadway actress. ❛ You know, I expected so much better from you!  ❜ everything in her demeanour was overly dramatic: a way to mask the actual astonishment from Amelia's comment. A most likely unsuccessful tactic. ❛ Do I really have to believe that the elder Winchester had such a bad influence on you? It sounded a lot like something he would have said.  ❜

#coleen actually likes dean but lbr she roasts him on main #ic ⭑⭒ coleen masters #verse ⭑⭒ a deal you could not refuse (season 5-6) #snowinabottle

[dralanabloom]

there was never a moment where alana wasn’t watching her back. despite the fact that there was comradery amongst the crew, there was a constant fear that someone was being kind or smiled at you because there was an ulterior motive to that interaction. and if she were being honest, nine times out of ten, that was precisely the case.

it created a lot of paranoia in her mind, but it was something that she was fairly good at hiding, especially because alana was going to have to do the very same thing in order to make sure that she remained on top and that someone-----anyone didn’t get to close to allow for that to change. alana spent most of her time building the trust of the crew members, she let them think that they were safe, but at the drop of a hat----------------------she would use that information against them. an ethical dilemma in another world, but in this one-----------------it was just another day. 

heart jumps from her chest, startles slightly as she hears the soft coo of @snowinabottle​‘s voice looking for something ? she was, in fact, nose deep buried in personnel files. she was hunting through personnel files.  ‘ wouldn't you like to know. ’ she smiles. she pretends she’s joking, but she’s absolutely serious, she’s not about to give away anything that she was doing, but she was looking for dirt on anyone she could find out before meeting them. 

‘ just doing my job, getting to know the crew. ’ she beams. ‘ i think the real question is are you looking for something ?  this certainly isn’t your field. ’

400 RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS | ACCEPTING !

#┆ ╰ ❀ ╮ ┆ to boldly go. (star trek) #TBT ARC; MIRROR VERSE. #█╰ ❀ ╮ ┆ meme. #snowinabottle #me: there's probably not a medical records place on the fucking enterprise #also me: alana definitely would demand one #in all verses #ALSO WHAT THE FUCK THIS GOT LONG IM SO ??? SORRY ??? #ALSO THIS ICON ha s prison bar in front of her face and #just ignore it

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@snowinabottle​ sent: 𝔞𝔡𝔪𝔦𝔱  𝔦𝔱 ;   𝔶𝔬𝔲  𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢  𝔫𝔬  𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔞  𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢  𝔶𝔬𝔲’𝔯𝔢  𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤 ,   𝔡𝔬  𝔶𝔬𝔲 ??

              ˜”*°•.       Almost   insulting  in a  way ,  the woman’s  words  triggered the  arch  of  an  eyebrow . Perhaps  there  was indeed  a  small  chance his  orientation  had  been  slightly  unreliable, however  this  was   something  to  be  neither admitted  nor  shared .   ❝ I know  exactly  where I  am  going  . ❞  Statement  came firm  -  the  confidence  as powerful  as  his  stubbornness at this  point  -  even  when  walking  in circles  felt  like  a  loop  impossible  to break  .  ❝ But go  ahead,  enlighten me  .  What  is the  right  direction ? ❞  Question finally  echoed  -   tone  sarcastic .  

#I am not exactly people | The Corinthian #i: corinthian x amelia #snowinabottle #for the queue is full of surprises

[nightmdic]

Listen . I love OCs and seeing well developed ones on my dash their writers obviously put so much love and effort into , always makes me OOF . I hope we do get to write more here as well , since I’ve been following and admiring your main blog for YEARS now ?? Honestly , you’re a fantastic writer and everything you put your hands on turns into gold ♥️♥️

....bRUV

@snowinabottle​ ||  Hows the medic?

#snowinabottle #(cryin in the middle of starbucks atm brb)

[btcher]

#do   you   know   my   best   friend   ? #she   writes   her   replies   from   the   toilet #on   the   phone #high   quality   content   here

i have been called out .

#⌜ / 𝐀𝐍𝐗𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 › ooc #snowinabottle #don't go exposing my crohns jeeeesus #tbd.

[outahell]

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬   𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫   𝐡𝐢𝐬   𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧                 until   palms   rush   to   rub   at   his   eyes   before   any   tears   could   fall ,      skin   becomes   raw   fast   under   the   roughness   of   unkempt   hands .       he   sniffs ,      stinging   his   nose   to   make   eyes   water   again ;       an   endless   loop   of   snotty   weeping   and   choked   apologies .        eddie   coughs   through   his   quietening   sobs ,    and   pulls his   wide   brown   stare   to   @snowinabottle​​ .      she   must   think   him   a   fucking   mess ,       she   must   hate   him .            "   i   won't   let   them   hurt   you .  "            heart   splits   when   he   hears   her   quiet   promise .        lips   tremble   until   teeth   bite   down   upon   the   lower   to   contain ,    and   fail ,     another   sob .

  ❝  they’ll   hurt   you -     t - they  .   .   .      baby ,    they’ll   fuckin’   rip   you   to   shreds   to   get   to   me . ❞                    words   fall   on   a   much   higher   pitch   than   usual ,      and   eddie   grabs   for   her   hand   as   if   it   would   be   his   last   chance   to   touch   her .                       ❝  i   can’t -     i   won’t -       i  .   .   .       please ,    don’t   give   two   shits   about   me .      i’m   fuckin’   done   for ,      please -    PLEASE   don’t   get   caught   up   in   this .     not   for   me .      i   ain’t   worth   puttin’   yourself   through   hell . ❞            

𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦   𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 

#snowinabottle #ok but amelia finding him with the others aaaaaand </3

[conmiseracionn]

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬    𝐚    𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭    𝐨𝐟                                            her    head    as    she    smiles.    a    question    like    this    isn’t    hard.                    of    course                    she’s    thought    about    her    future    and    specifically,    her    future    with    richard.    she’s    33    and    finally    feeling    as    though    she’s    finally    got    herself    settled    enough    to    really    begin    the    life    her    parents    had    hoped    for    her.    she    has    her    business    and    she    found    a    man.    she’s                    married                    that    man.    and    while    she    had    wanted    to    marry    him    all    along,    it    was                    how                    they    got    married    that    she    just    didn’t    really    know    about.    but    she’s    smiling    !    mostly    because    for    as    much    as    she’s    thought    about    the    future,    she    doesn’t    have    an    answer.    ‘    i    think    once    you    wake    up    married    and    you’re    man    and    wife    with    no    intentions    of                    having                    been    married,    i    think    all    future    plans    go    out    the    window.    ‘    reaching    for    a    can    of    coconut    water    she    was    drinking    from    then    taking    a    sip    and    giving    the    question    another    thought.    ‘    okay,    let    me    refine    my    answer.    if    we’re    talking    children,    that    of    course    is    a    conversation    yet    to    be    had.    but    for    everything    else.    i    don’t    think    there    are    plans    for    anything.    as    i    mentioned    we    kind    of    jumped    the    gun.    and    it    worked    out    for    us.    so    what    else    do    we    have    to    plan    for    ?    ‘    

@snowinabottle \ @muutos

#snowinabottle #muutos #ii. ( ic ) — inbox reply #iiii. ( arc ) — with muutos \ richard ziegler