#tornsurvivors

[torntruth]

first of all, i love how carla just generally looks like she's having too much fun pounding zombie heads in like all her stills, but :

but these two comics just hilarious contrast carla and amy. it's like the perfect visual representation of the ship @tornsurvivors and i have for them lmao. in like the way carla is so unserious sometimes and amy is a little too serious, but also in the way that carla is the strength and amy is always the speed.

#[ ch. ] 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍 — amy ware. #[ ship. ] 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄 — amy & carla. #tornsurvivors

[ofvoidx]

"Ah... at last, to see the Empress herself." The Admiral's lips quirked, a tiny show of amusement. Emily was just as Alexi has described. But it wasn't long before that smirk faded and jaded eyes darkened in all seriousness. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news... but it would seem the void has breached the waters outside of Karnaca. An unstable void rift nearly ate the hull of my ship just as I was coming through the harbor. I managed to seal it, but I have a feeling it won't be the last time."

emily did not return the amusement. her face remained so very neutral. brown eyes just stayed on the admiral's features. you'll just have to excuse her. she doesn't actually talk about her relationship with alexi to anyone but corvo. certainly not out of distaste, but a protective fear. especially since she already lost alexi once. she simply can not do it again. she can not give anyone the canon fodder to attack alexi. it might not take too long to trust the admiral if alexi already does, emily will just have her reserves for awhile.

" you sealed it? "

#tornsurvivors #emily with alexi: uwu #emily with other people: >:|

[awesomelyblind]

Appreciation PSA

It’s no secret that I appreciate each and everyone of my mutuals/followers, but I wanted to take a brief moment to acknowledge and shout out the beautiful members in The Hall of Awesome

These lovelies have brought such joy over my tenure on this blog, through their sheer writing talent and enthusiasm for our threads... it is an absolute delight to see them on my dashboard. 

@purrency​ @demonsours​ @kalijhomentethi​ @vilego​ @cauchemarrose​ @tricoloredillusion​ @tornsurvivors​ @torntruth​ @solarflaretm​ 

Please continue to be awesome, and thank you so much for being writing partners with me. <3

#Behind the shades (ooc) #appreciation post #purrency #demonsours #kalijhomentethi #vilego #cauchemarrose #tricoloredillusion #tornsurvivors #torntruth #solarflaretm #I love you all

[thesoulofasurvivor]

@tornsurvivors​ asked:

☕️- what’s my muse’s morning ritual, if any? If they don’t have anything specific then how do they prep for the day?

🧵- does my muse have hobbies? What are they?

☕️ 

She doesn’t necessarily have much of a morning ritual... But typically the first thing she’d do upon waking up is to make sure there’s no danger nearby. She usually always has some water on her to drink, even if it’s not the “cleanest,” and if she has any food she’ll eat a little first before she decides what to do next. It depends on if she’s staying where she is for another night and if she’s not... She might read a book if she’s got one, open her journal to doodle or write, and she may or may not talk to her stuffed bear before she packs him away because she has nobody else to talk to. 

🧵

She does have at least two solid hobbies that she really enjoys. Reading; literally anything that catches her eye, novels, kids books, comics, magazines, manga, anything she sees and takes an interest in. Writing and or sketching and doodling in her journal, she doesn’t necessarily write a whole lot in it but she will occasionally write things down; happy things, sad things, questions, whatever. She loves to doodle and sketch animals, insects, sometimes the infected, sometimes objects if she sees something she thinks looks cool or cute. 

#tornsurvivors #** 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑒 ; 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑛 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒 #`` 𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑠 ; 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡

[tornhellfire]

✘ + dreams ( tracer )

@tornsurvivors sent ✘ + a word for a headcanon about one of my muses!

                                                Dreams...

   ...certainly something the Brit could say she has had plenty of in her day, and truly they are a beautiful thing! Wouldn’t ya’ say, luv?

   Lena has lost count of how many dreams she’s had, but she can certainly say with confidence that the best of them have proven to become reality! From her choice in career, to joining Overwatch, meeting Emily and falling in love, and the freedom of adventure... there truly isn’t anything that can stop the beacon of optimism that is Lena Oxton from making her dreams come true!

   Of course, with every dream certainly comes nightmares, and deep beneath that cheery British smile lies deeply rooted trauma and fear for the future; having nearly lost her entire existence with the mishaps of The Slipstream Project, to losing the family she had always dreamed of with Overwatch, to fears of failure and disappointment she may bring to her relationship with Emily...

   ...all dreams, good and bad, and all Lena can do is push forward to make the most of every situation and hero her way towards making more of not only her dreams, but the dreams of the entire world come true!

            “Ya never too old, ta’ start dreamin’ luv!”

#I wrote you but you still ain't calling... (Inbox) #You got me monologuing! (headcanons) #The world needs more heroes (Tracer) #tornsurvivors

[defiantriposte]

                                                 @tornsurvivors​

   Night’s breeze rolled along the rooftops of Demacia City, a symphony of silence filling the air as its patrons doozed off into their respective lands of dreams; completely oblivious to the horrors that awaited those not so fortunate, those that lurked within the darkest reaches of midnight...

   Kneeled atop her perch, the Nightraven’s red irises scanned the horizons for any signs of terror and doom; it would seem as though her surveillance would pay off in short order as well, the howl of a woman in trouble from halfway across the city prompting Fiora to leap from the top of the tower before shifting into the form of a raven and soaring through the skies towards the commotion. It wouldn’t take long to reach, thanks to the gift of flight, the scene of a towering werewolf looming closer and closer to a defenseless woman pressed against an alley wall. 

   “I think it would be in your best interests, to saunter back the route from which you came, beast.” The tip of her beloved rapier would point at the creature’s back, glowing red eyes staring daggers as she hoped for a conflict... it was always much more amusing when they put up a fight. “Or, perhaps I’ll strip you of your hide here and now... I would suggest using logic before answering, darling.” The duelist would take a moment to glance past that of the werewolf towards the helpless woman, giving her a soft nod to signal it would be in her best interests to flee once combat had begun; she could only remanence about how her dreaded family would revel in this sight and leave the girl to her own devices before a brutal slaughter, a true disgrace her parents were... it only fueled her desire for a fight even further. 

   Her hand proved steady, feet planted, spinal column straightened... it truly was a marvelous form to behold, the wolf now facing her should grow worried at the barest of minimums, “Have you made you decision yet?” 

#by my honor you must die (ic) #this burden strengthens my blade (nightraven verse) #tornsurvivors

[blue-eyed-banshee]

So.... @tornsurvivors and I were talking regarding Plunderstorm,

If Sylvanas saw Jaina wearing ANY Of those plunderstorm buccaneer shirts, I can just imagine a total cartoon moment of blood spatter out of her nose. I feel as if I do not have to clarify as to why.

Sylvanas wouldn't hear the end of Velonara and Alina's torment upon her gay panic.

However, if it was her sister's witnessing her reaction, that's an entirely different thing. They would be teasing Sylvanas about it without mercy. Now, the way that I see it is that this could take place way after Sylvanas completing their penance.

Because God damn it. These two deserve love and half elven children.

#sylvainia #goth mun speaks #sylvanas windrunner #jaina proudmoore #sylvanas x jaina #sylvanas musings » i deserved a clean death

[wcrstarter]

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ɪꜱ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜ

Hot Pink

You're passionate and fiery. It's hard to slow you down when you really feel something for someone. You feel heartache deeply, but that doesn't stop you from pursuing every last romantic lead. Perhaps it's time that you look deeper within yourself.

Tagged By: @ithring

Tagging: @halfvampirehalflycan @tornsurvivors @penddraig @hexsreality @sookiestackhcuse @kingoftheravens @parainvestigate && whoever wants to swipe it from me

#;;dashboard games #—&;I’m what's left when children go to war;whos a heretic now(ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ) #—&; dig up her bones but leave the soul alone(ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ) #she loves deeply and fiercely #so if you have won her heart in anyway #fits well tbh

[torntruth]

           continued from here, for my love @tornsurvivors .

it's only natural that an animal backed into a corner would turn feral when it's struggling for it's life. isn't this what the virus really is? the most basic, animalistic, and feral part of whatever is left of the body. brought back to life to just be used to kill and maim and survive. it's only natural that amy and the others do the same. wasn't that the point of the show on the bridge in the sewers?

amy is really trying to stand there and focus on anything but a bloodlust that isn't human. just the components of a virus. it's just slightly different this time, as if she took for granted each time she could just snap back out. she isn't snapping. there's a thousand little voices in her head and they're all non-human, all just growls and murmurs, little echoes of laughter from butchers, or moans of aches from bursters. they're all there, was the barest conscious, mostly all tied together.

there was more blood on amy's hands than her face, though. those hands came up to rest ... softly on carla's forearms. not curled like they were claws, just wrapped gently. the thousand of little inhuman voices shifted into simply two different voices : her own and carla's. echoing with precision in her own thoughts. 'if i had known what pulling insane stunts does it for ya...' 'sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep, chica'

#[ ch. ] 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍 — amy ware. #[ ship. ] 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐄 — amy & carla. #tornsurvivors

[ofvoidx]

y'all ever think about how alexi was stabbed straight through the abdomen and then used the last of her energy to try to get a message to corvo ( or emily, but it's canonically corvo she was looking for, it's just that it's also canonical that corvo was the one delilah cast in stone ) and found emily, who she urged to get to safety and then hand emily corvo's sword for added safety. like, my girl, you're fucking DYING and all you care about is emily's safety.

please, justice for alexi mayhew, emily's beloved captain.

#[ ship. ] 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 — ft. alexi mayhew. #tornsurvivors

[thesoulofasurvivor]

moved from HERE @tornsurvivors:

Hands kept her pistol unwavering, only a hint of worry in the otherwise cold expression on her face. But her hands were still and the muzzle of her gun remained fixed on the stranger before her, even when the other lowered their own weapon and made her claim that she wanted no trouble. Bailey kept hers up. You can't trust anyone.

❝ You thought wrong. ❞ Pointing out the obvious with a low growl, she made a gesture with her pistol as if to shoo her away. ❝ I don't care what you want, you can find it somewhere else. ❞ And hopefully far away from here. She didn't want any trouble either, but usually it's the other person who doesn't leave her any other choice.

Being alone has it's pros and cons, though sometimes she had a hard time deciding which outweighed the other... But she's still alone, so perhaps that should answer the question. It's not easy to put your trust in others.

❝ You should leave while you have the chance. I will shoot you. ❞

#yesyesyes 👏 #also if you need any questions answered about angela for this 👌 #hit me up and I shall give 👌 #:: 𝑖𝑐 ; 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑜𝑟 ღ 𝑏𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑦 #:: 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 ; 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑒𝑛 ღ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑠 #tornsurvivors

[noxflores]

Brows furrowed in concentration as Isabel read over the final paragraph of a chapter in the book her younger sister had been reading, before she set it down and nodded to the deaf girl. Simply saying that she agreed with Kristina's assumption of the message the chapter was trying to convey. A small smile was shared between the Hart sisters, before Isabel ruffled her younger sister's hair and stood up.

When she moved to the cast iron stove, checking on the food she was cooking for tonight's supper… a knock on the front door came. Isabel glanced back over her shoulder, down the hall at the front door that was in line of sight from the kitchen. It wasn't a big place, but it was enough for a family. Despite that their parents were no longer in the living world with them. 'Now who on earth would come to our door at this time?' She waved to Kristina to get her attention, before signing to her and pointing at the stove: "watch the food." She then made her way to the door.

It had escaped her mind, the reminder that she'd been exchanging letters with an old friend and that she'd offered them a place to stay… till she opened the door. Her heart broke at the sight… the exhaustion and despair clearly written all over her friend's features. "Jennet," She breathed out. "Come, come… let me take that." She urged gently, reaching for the suitcase and stepped aside to allow her friend to enter her home.

❧  a plotted ask  ||  gimme gimme

        OH---  BE STILL HER BEATING HEART,  that has been pounding,  it seems,  since the moment she discovered her pregnancy.  catapulted, at first,  into a thrill,  for what greater joy is there in life than motherhood?  she was so sure her man would be as excited as she.  in her mind,  she could see their future,  playing like a romantic novel;  their wedding a wonderful joining of their households embraced in pure white,  their baby in the nursery nine months later,  jennet smiling at a peacefully sleeping infant whilst in the comfort of warm and strong arms.  their family would be complete,  their family would be happy.  but her hope had been shattered so completely when woodrow refused to ask her hand in marriage,  instead leaving her at the park alone in the chill of december as soon as she delivered her news,  and her mother’s less than sympathetic reproach.  her own mother had been so disgusted with her extramarital conception,  she’d commanded jennet leave her house and never contact them again.  ( her only mercy was allowing the expecting young woman two weeks to get her affairs in order,  despite how dreadful those two weeks were )  her heart has since raced with unease,  mind and body stuck in the need for survival.  such stress is not good for her or her child.  

        thank god for isabel,  for jennet was at a loss.  what could she do?  at home with her parents,  she’d no need for a job;  she’s without a penny to her name.  consequently,  paid lodgings were out of the question,  and she had not heard from her sister,  despite the attempts to write her.  she had hoped alice would be kind enough to allow her stay until she was able to regain her footing and find work.  however,  the lack of response spoke loud and clear;  alice was furious with her.  with her family out of the picture,  jennet feared she would be forced to endure the street,  pregnant and with no place to call home.  it was a wing and a prayer to reach out to her old school friend.  throughout the years,  they would meet occasionally to keep each other up to date on happenings in their lives,  but these meetings were few and far between.  jennet could hardly expect such kindness to be extended to her from isabel,  but without another option,  aside from homelessness,  she had to try.

        and she’s glad she did.

        “ thank you. ”  shaking fingers are stiff as the white-knuckled grip on the handle yields and her suitcase is removed from her grasp.  her knees feel weak,  but they don’t fail to carry her through the threshold and into the warmth of her temporary home.  the smell of cooking food should have her salivating---  she’s hardly eaten this past fortnight---  but between her system’s shock of elevated hormones and the distress she’s been facing,  it only nauseates her.  she feels on the verge of crumbling,  and upon the sympathetic look isabel gives her,  the gentleness in her tone,  a stinging burns behind her eyes.  she blinks back the tears that try to push their way past her lashes.  “ truly---  thank you,  isabel.  if not for your kindness,  i would be without shelter.  i’ve been so worried--- not even my sister would answer my letters. ”

#tornsurvivors #the angst begins #❧ MUSE: JENNET HUMFRYE #❧ IN CHARACTER

[ofspvrta]

Barely made it in time, it's only 11 PM here but, HAPPY BIRTHDAY. Hope you had an amazing day.

θ::|| @tornsurvivors

Aaaaah thank you so much! It really was amazing!

#α::|| coming out of my birdcage and i've been doing just fine | ooc #birdbrain has a birthday

[erosoftitan]

What type of symphony are you?

Prelude: The First Movement

You are the opening of the suite, the beginnings everyone awaits, the soft hum of the violins tuning as it grows louder and louder till the lights come on. You are the excitement one feels knowing they have this world to themselves, and the love one feels knowing there cannot be an end. You are the comfort of the unknown instead of the fear, and the happiness you hold, though it may fade, will always return to you. You are the beauty most lack, and the originality everyone strives for. You are the warmth of a light that never fades. Your song: Bach Street Prelude by Vanessa Mae

Tagged by: @tornsurvivors

Tagging: @doloresalbinsson and everybody else!

#I know bad ideas [meme!]

[tornhellfire]

✘ + regret (Archangel)

@tornsurvivors sent ✘ + a word for a headcanon about one of my muses!

                                                Regret...

   ...when you think about it, regret seems like a trivial word that should have zero applications to an angel of Heaven. Why would an angel feel regret when they are in the land of eternal life and paradise?

   But perhaps there is something that humans and their scripture don't truly understand, and honestly how could they? When it comes to emotions, angels aren't so different from the regular mortals of Earth... and regret most certainly is one of those emotions that applies.

   There's a surface level of hatred towards Lucifer, afterall... you kind of have to hate the CEO of Hell when you're the General of Heaven's Army and the right hand woman of The Big G themself; deep beneath her skin, residing deep within her heart, there is pity and regret towards her older sister... she blames herself for not being able to stop her sister's fall; not realizing that it wasn't her fault in any capacity and that Lucy had made her own choice and paid the consequence for it.

   So why does she still hold feelings of sadness over it deep down in her subconscious? Perhaps it is yet another concept that seems foreign to humans...

   ...they may be the two sides of the eternal war... but they are still sisters, and deep down in her heart (though she will never openly admit it)... she still loves her sister.

#I wrote you but you still ain't calling... (Inbox) #Safeguard against wickedness (Archangel) #You got me monologuing! (headcanons) #tornsurvivors

[ladysmaid]

muse playlists / post 3 - 5 songs that remind you of your muse. rules : repost, don’t reblog.  please & thank you.

i.  memory lane by haley joelle

and i have you back for a few,   i just love the idea,  when i see you in my head,  that’s why i walk down memory lane,  cause it’s the only place,  that i have you again

ii.  arcade by duncan laurence

a broken heart is all that’s left,  i’m still fixing al the cracks,  lost a couple pieces when,  i carried it,  carried it,  carried it home,  i’m afraid of all i am,  my mind feels like a foreign land

iii.  goddess by jaira burns

cuz i’m a goddess, i’m fuckin flawless, let’s not be modest, cuz if you fuck with me i might just change your life cuz i’m a goddess, make you a promise, that if you fuck with me i might just change your life

iv.  easy on me by adele

go easy on me, baby, i was still a child, didn’t get the chance to, feel the world around me, i had no time to choose what i chose to do, so go easy on me

tagged by:  someone a while ago

tagging: @tornsurvivors and whoever else

#❀ ― perhaps just one game / dash games