#waywardfeathered

[rubiesintherough]

@waywardfeathered --- cont. from here bc tumblr is rude

She shivers as the room turns frigid... both from fear and the sudden chill. His warning makes her freeze, even though her mind doesn't turn immediately to the paranormal. For a moment, birdie assumes there's some other intruder behind her and she listens for any sound that would give them away. No one could sneak up without crunching pieces of fallen debris, she's positive.

But, those thoughts go out the broken window as she feels the unmistakable curling of fingers on her shoulder... long, sharp, cold, colder than any person's hand should be. And, she can't help it. Birdie screams and lunges forward, grabbing at the stranger like he was the only safety to be found in the whole building, and spins to face whoever, whatever had grabbed her. And nothing. Empty, freezing air.

" What the... what the hell, what the hell --- ? "

#waywardfeathered #thread ( birdie )

[huntrcsss]

'calm down, you are safe'

" - & how the fuck am I suupose to do that?!"

She's shuffling with feet planted on the ground, kicking until she's slid back into the corner of the room, back colliding with the wall with a dull THUD as chestnut gaze stays focused on the unknown stranger. Today was just getting more strange each second. . .

"What's going - the hell happened?!"

@waywardfeathered || Calm down

#waywardfeathered #(AA THANKS FOR SENDING IN A THING FRIEND) #(I ADORE UR BLOG)

[anderwhohn]

@waywardfeathered asked: [ JACKET ] : sender gives receiver their jacket after seeing them shiver in the cold. / for izzy, could be either cas in mass effect verse or izzy crossover chaos

She isn't sure what just happened... One minute, she had been investigating a lab that she strongly suspected belonged to Cerberus, despite Miranda's claim that wasn't, and the next...

The next, she was waking up in a snow filled alleyway, with her hardsuit's power supply completely dead. Without the suit's environmental controls, the cold was seeping in all too easily, and it wasn't long before she stripped the armour from herself to see if any power remained in any systems that she might be able to reroute in the meantime.

This, of course, left her shivering in only her underarmour, her fingers quickly going numb while she works, so caught up in her desperate attempt to restore power to the suit she hadn't really looked around properly to access her situation, nor did she notice the man in the trenchcoat approaching her until he was offering her that very coat.

Emerald eyes blink up at him in wary surprise, uncertain and silent for a long moment, unused to such random acts of kindness from strangers. Frowning slightly, she looks at the offered coat, and it's only the biting wind cutting through the alley that has her reaching up to take it from him and quickly wrapping it around herself.

"Thanks," she offers, absently speaking in Galactic Standard as she still stares at him. "I don't imagine you can tell me what planet we're on? If I didn't know better, I'd almost say Earth, but these streets look too new compared to the ones I know."

#waywardfeathered #dreams of elsewhere ( ic ) #engineering death ( isabela shepard ) #altverse || this could be... problematic ( crucible bs | shepard ) #altverse au || an amorphous kind of reality ( multifandom | shepard ) #castiel || waywardfeathered ( shepard ) #there was a point to this story ( answered ) #//would cas even be able to understand her? #//at least until she's speaking an earth language?

[spxnglr]

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || [ INTERVENE ] sender puts themself between receiver and a threat. || @waywardfeathered

HE'D DEALT WITH SITUATIONS SUCH AS THIS PLENTY OF TIMES BEFORE. An abandoned warehouse off the beaten track (though Kansas, much like New York, had proven to be at least somewhat unpredictable, the miles upon miles of midwestern countryside possessing a certain supernatural activity that he had to give her credit for), accompanied by complaints of peculiar goings-on, namely doors slamming of their own accord and the infrequent sound of glass smashing. Fairly mundane for him, all things considered - the locals were lucky he'd even been in the area at all; he'd been called in from home for different reasons - and as he'd meandered his way through dilapidated rooms and around broken, dust-covered furniture, he'd been entirely prepared for whatever he was about to face.

THEN, THE SPECTRE HAD MADE ITSELF KNOWN TO HIM. A Class III at best, judging by his initial observations, though it was a nasty one, deciding to retaliate against the intruder to what it deemed was their premises by telekinetically aiming tables and chairs at him. Still, far greater inconveniences had never deterred him, and as he efficiently stood his ground, he waited for a prime opportunity to strike - that was, until the visage of someone else appeared, moving in front of him, quite literally acting as a shield from the threat. Having not anticipated such an interruption, a silent concern settled into his psyche, his frown entrenching itself further onto his lips as he found himself staring at the back of the man's head.

❝ Excuse me, sir? This is a highly dangerous environment - I demand that you vacate the premises immediately. ❞

#𝙲𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙽𝙸𝙽' 𝚄𝙿 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙾𝚆𝙽. (MAIN) #𝚆𝙴'𝚁𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄. (ASK) #waywardfeathered

[solheimisms]

   ⬐ @waywardfeathered ⬎

❝  you’re doing well.  you’re just discouraged and tired.  ❞

Discouraged and tired, huh? Talk about putting things mildly. Very mildly, she might add. She’d spent the last few days scouring the extranet, reaching out to contacts, and doing her damnedest to be quiet about it in the process. But she’d found nothing so far on where her sister had gone. The last she’d known, Oriana was attending school to pursue the violin professionally, with a secondary degree in theatre with the idea in mind that she could be a professional comedian… and perhaps blend the two. A wild idea, of course, but one that Miranda had supported—so long as Oriana was smart enough to ensure she had a fallback in case things didn’t work out.

But so far, she hadn’t found enough. Much of that had been sleepless nights, with the lack of sleep making her irritable, pacing, even jumpy. Even the slightest noise in the apartment next door, out in the hall, any of it was enough to make her tense up. After all, she was practically surrounded by people who would be obligated to arrest if not kill her for her association with Cerberus. Being left alone while he ran errands was even worse. Alone, she paced. Alone, it was all she focused on.

“No, I’m really not,” she admitted, huffing in defeat as she sat down in the chair. “She’s missing, and I can’t find a damned thing on where she is. Not a single lead, nothing. It’s as if she just vanished—and there’s no doubt my father is involved.” And the people she’d have gone to involving her sister—Niket and Shepard—were either dead, or locked up. And even if she went to visit the Commander, it was doubtful that Shepard would know anything that would be helpful, not while in lockdown.

#me3. ❖﹙ honey i rose up from the dead ⋄ i do it all the time. ﹚ #waywardfeathered ❖ castiel krushnic﹙ free our desire tonight ; oh it’s the only remedy ⋄ for everything that’s ailing me tonight. ﹚ #waywardfeathered #oh miri we know you and cas are excellent at relieving stress together >) #thinking this is maybe a bit after she showed up injured or so? a few weeks to a month maybe?

[normaltothemax]

general sentence starters @waywardfeathered​ said: “I got this.” / for riley

"Are you insane?! It’s coming! Just---come with me!” She’d only just met the guy, but she didn’t want him to die!

#waywardfeathered #✦ ic #✦ ic: riley mcmillan #✦ verse: main (riley mcmillan)

[furyisms]

@waywardfeathered asked:

“people think i’m weird.”

Alisa had done as much as she could to ensure her new crew member felt like he was welcome, but it was... a difficult situation. It wasn't that her crew was unwelcoming; it was that adding a new person meant understanding the reality of someone they'd lost in the process. Their last... operation hadn't gone very well, and they'd lost all but their captain in the ground team. Alisa was the only one who walked out alive; she was the only reason the mission succeeded.

"Ah, yeah, that's... not quite what they mean." She could see some of the looks that her crew had been giving him, and weird... wasn't exactly what the issue was. Not exactly, anyway. "It's not that they think you're weird, I mean. They're--used to weird. They're used to their Captain juggling spoons in the mess with her biotics because she's bored." Alisa had a few very clear rules on her ship: biotics were respected, no question. If you couldn't respect biotic talent--human or otherwise--then you were not welcome, and she would see to it that they were redeployed.

A zero-tolerance policy for hate, that was for sure.

Helping herself to a cup of coffee, she poured a second one out for Cas, setting it in front of the cream and sugar for him to make as he pleased. She, of course, added more cream and sugar that many might consider it "You're the new guy to them, that's what it is. It's been... a while since we had anybody rotated or added to the crew. They don't mean any harm by it. We're just--kind of a tight-knit group. Between flying in the first wave at the Battle of the Citadel, being part of the Skyllian Blitz, a lot of us have been through a lot of our careers together." She knew her crew meant no harm by it; they just weren't used to having someone new around.

"Give it time. They'll get used to having you around."

#waywardfeathered #cas' first military (re-)deployment on Alisa's ship? idk it seemed like a cool vibe #like pre-me2 timeline / kinda in the timeskip i'm thinking? #me2. ❖﹙ you were a comet and i lost it ⋄ watching for comets will i see you again? ﹚

[akuzeisms]

@waywardfeathered asked:

“ i feel like the pain is all i am anymore. ”

It was a sentiment she knew all too well. And yet... she also knew that Cas, like her, hadn't deserved to suffer. He was one of the only people on the Normandy now who understood what she'd been through. He'd been there; he'd seen the horrors they faced on Akuze. He knew how it was for them.

"I don't even know if it really happened," she admitted quietly. No one was around; she could admit that to him, at least. "To me... that is." After all, she did believe it had happened to Cas, but to her? All remnants of what happened that fateful day were gone. Every single one of them.

"...Toombs survived, too. I--I'm not sure if he reached out to you. He was... angry with me, for working with Cerberus. And--I get it. I wouldn't say Cerberus is all bad, but... questionable at best, sure. And don't even get me started on the Illusive Man and his tendencies. But... Ah, I'm rambling, I know." She stared down at her hands, covered by the gloves; she'd asked Chakwas for one of the medical outfits so she wouldn't feel compelled to stare at her own bare skin. Chakwas had treated her enough times to know the psychological toll her missing scars were having.

"...I never told you what happened after, did I, Cas?"

#waywardfeathered #ah yes the akuze talk because we know they need it #me2. ❖﹙ just another day when all that I want ⋄ will mark me as a sinner tonight. ﹚

[kvnghs-archive]

“ i think it’s a night t’fuckin’ celebrate.  i’ll even be your wingman.  buy out this whole damn bar, ‘n the best part is...you won’t even remember it when ya wake up tomorrow. ”  //  lil thing for @waywardfeathered​    

#waywardfeathered #he's now his drunken bff i am sorry #pls return to owner eventually thx

[flownintothesun]

     “𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐆𝐎𝐃, 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋. Not that I didn’t believe he or his angels existed.” 

     Of all the games that Benjamin Linus plays, perhaps playing the fool is one of his favorites. It’s in the nature of all things to underestimate others, and people are almost always too willing to assume Ben is the victim, helpless to his circumstance. If they get a glimpse of his true nature first, most of the time they still believe he can be saved. They don’t understand that everything is a choice, and he is exactly where he wants to be.

     The net of chains his followers fold Castiel in will hold any number of things. Fish, a mermaid if one believed in such things, an angel is no different. The material is special, made on the island, which is within itself a menagerie of lost things and prize exhibits. Castiel is not meant to stray now. Not when there’s so much use for his power. “You can come willingly or not, but I assure you, you will follow.”

⋆ ⚓︎ ⋆ ── @waywardfeathered ♡

#waywardfeathered #➤ 𝙸𝚅. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝙼𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚁 ┊ benjamin linus. #➤ 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 ┊ castiel & ben ➷ (𝟎𝟎𝟏.) #⋆ ⚓︎ ⋆ ── 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 ┊ 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑. #violence cw #religion cw #hi havu it's me bringing back old shit again #up to you!

[rubiesintherough]

[ snare ] Your muse finds mine stuck in a bear trap or similar set-up. / hunter!cas finding mahia

@waywardfeathered

The forest was buzzing with life awakening in the spreading dark. Crickets and frogs harmonizing, bats swooping low to snatch the mosquitos swarming the healer. The sounds were familiar. Calming. But, there was no chance for her to rest and enjoy them... there would be no campfire tonight. No rest. A far too close call still had adrenaline surging, sweat dampening clothes, and wings curled tightly to her back, and kept any hope of sleep far from her.

Then, across the glade came a noise. Like footfalls... not of any animal, but human. And maybe she was mistaken. Maybe it'd been nothing more than a deer venturing through. But, already frayed nerves snapped. And Mahia ran. Branches and brambles snagged at skin and fabric. Pitfalls only narrowly avoided by racing steps.

The crack of metal met her before the pain. Rusted iron jaws biting into her foot in a blink, sending her tripping forward... a scream ripping from her throat as skin scraped on mossy ground, and the burning agony blazed up her shin.

Old chain clinked when her leg jolted, frantic fingers clawed at the trap now holding her. Air refused to remain in her lungs, panted out in short gasps, yelps, gritted teeth muffled cries, and pleas, and prayers. The springs did not give. Nothing gained but bloodied and lacerated hands. And in this awful moment, only came worse... approaching footsteps she was certain, now, were indeed human. Light growing nearer, brighter, blinding her. Arm raised to shield her eyes from the glare, other still working feverishly in hopes of prying those jaws open.

" Please, please, please --- ! " Words falling in whimpered sobs. Though, even she didn't know if they were pleading with the inanimate trap to open, for the figure to not harm her, or begging for help.

#waywardfeathered #answers ( mahia ) #injury tw

[huntedlives-a]

𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴:    ＂   you  truly  are  a  monster.   ＂  𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁:    @waywardfeathered 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙲𝙴:    genuinely  no  idea,    here’s  my  meme  tag.

＂      I  PREFER  TO  THINK  OF  MYSELF  AS      .  .  .      DEDICATED  TO  THE  TASK  AT  HAND.      ＂          it  isn’t  the  first  time  the  word  monster  has  been  thrown  at  her.      probably  won’t  be  𝘵𝘩𝘦  𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵  either,    given  how  she  works.      lady  toni  bevell  is  every  bit  a  𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕  -  𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍  𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚛,    taught  from  birth  that  legacy  comes  above  all  else.      she  isn’t  simply  dangerous  because  of  her  methods;      she’s  dangerous  because  she  𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬  what  she’s  doing  is  right  and  won’t  be  told  otherwise.      certainly  not  by  an  angel  turned  winchester  pet.          ＂      tell  me.      am  i  a  monster  because  i  do  what  i  do,    𝘰𝘳  𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺  𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦  𝘪  𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵  𝘥𝘰  𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵  𝘺𝘰𝘶  𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩  𝘮𝘦  𝘵𝘰  𝘥𝘰?      i  suppose  being  heavenly  bound,    you’re  entitled  to  some  𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗  on  the  matter  or  at  least,    you  might’ve  been.      before  the  american  hunters  sunk  their  claws  into  you.      now  you’re  just  as  blind  -  sided  as  they  are.      ＂

#waywardfeather #i'm so sorry abt her - #conversations. ⸻ lady toni bevell. #universes. ⸻ verse tbc. #out of character. ⸻ answered meme.

[solheimisms]

@waywardfeathered asked:

"I do not report to you”

Miranda raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms as Castiel regarded her... rather rudely, she might add. Unfortunately for him, she was Shepard's second-in-command around here; it was her job, as the ranking officer of the Lazarus cell. It was a Cerberus vessel, and that was that. She did understand his anger at the incident on Akuze; even she believed that had been a mistake on Cerberus' part, though she still firmly believed what they stood for.

"No, but you do report to Shepard. And when Shepard leaves me in charge while she's groundside, you do report to me in the interim." Did he think he could outsmart her? Outmuscle her? He'd be sorely mistaken if he tried. She'd have him pinned down with her biotics in seconds if he tried... and despite her stature, she was certainly capable of physically outmatching him.

"My job here, Castiel, is to ensure that Shepard succeeds. Shepard is an asset to Cerberus, and it is my job to ensure that Cerberus' assets are effective. And if I believe that you are liable to jeopardize that, I can and will see fit to do something about that fact." She wouldn't hesitate. If Shepard wanted to be angry about it, then so be it; she could be as angry as she liked about it.

"I am not about to make excuses for what happened on Akuze; it is not my place. But you do need to respect me in the context of our mission."

#waywardfeathered #cas be nice miri isn't THAT bad #...i feel like she'd have. concerns with akuze tho tbh #she probably doesn't agree with it but keeps her mouth shut bc she doesn't know much about it #me2. ❖﹙ but i got smarter ⋄ i got harder in the nick of time. ﹚

[normaltothemax]

cracks in the armor @waywardfeathered​ said: “ i-i didn’t mean for any of this to happen… ” / for the doctor

"It doesn’t matter what you meant to happen.” It certainly didn’t matter that the Doctor was angry with him---oh, so angry! No, what mattered was that he’d made a mistake, gone and done his own thing, and people had gotten hurt. People might die. “What matters now is how you fix it.” That had to be the priority. So, the Doctor reigned in his righteous fury, took a deep breath, and met the other man’s eyes.

“How are we going to fix this, Castiel?”

#waywardfeathered #✦ ic #✦ verse: main (doctor) #what i love about him is that #even though he's furious #even though cas screwed up (idk how but in this he apparently did) and people got hurt #his main priority is still to HELP #not to yell at cas and make him feel worse #and also #not just helping the people that were hurt but also helping cas clean up his mess #✦ ic: 11th doctor

[naitfall]

15 ASSOCATIONS !

repost and fill in the answers you most associate your character with to each question.

ANIMAL: Wolf

COLOR: Gray

MONTH: December

SONG: Rising Upside Down by SYML

NUMBER: 25

DAY OR NIGHT: NightFall

PLANT: Carnation

SMELL: Clothes fresh out of laundry, soap

STONE: Black diamond

SEASON: Winter

PLACE: High places, where one can stare at the view below

FOOD: Soup

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Capricorn

ELEMENTS: Metal

DRINK: Tea

tagged: @waywardfeathered (thank you so much, this was wonderful!)

tagging: @worldhell @ourblued @devoteyrheart @wellfell @micsmasmuses @childoflegend @pontevoix @helbroth

#—◆ dashboard game | it's the cracks that let the light shine through

[akuzeisms]

15 ASSOCATIONS !

repost and fill in the answers you most associate your character with to each question.

ANIMAL: Cat.

COLOR: Purple.

MONTH: April.

SONG: The Light - Disturbed

NUMBER: 7.

DAY OR NIGHT: Night.

PLANT: Gladiolus.

SMELL: Lavender.

STONE: Purple jasper.

SEASON: Spring.

PLACE: Tidal cave.

FOOD: Peaches.

ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: Aries.

ELEMENTS: Air.

DRINK: Cinnamon tea.

TAGGED BY: @hopegained TAGGING: @firstkeptdaughter @temeryte (rust) @dutyworn @waywardfeathered @kenasakis @vuulpecula @primitiveside & anyone who’d like to steal!

#dash games. ❖﹙ don't deny you're petrified ⋄ like you're looking at the living dead. ﹚ #the video of the song also honestly kind of fits her #(i mean it’s a firefighter suffering burns in the LOD but that’s akin to Akuze for her)