#xshatteredreflectionsx

[rosetintedgunman]

( @stageplayhero , @xshatteredreflectionsx )

Wilford shrugged. "These blogs have had th' worst luck when it comes ta romance over th' years. If I wanna get some sorta self-indulgence I gotta go find it somewhere."

#plus I'm doing one of them 'is this a good gift ta drop ta someone else' reads #Readin's tricky fer me at th' best of times. Y'all oughta be proud of me :((( #excuse you me (wilf commentary) #on the tablet #stageplayhero #xshatteredreflectionsx

[theauthorlives]

It's as easy as breathing to fall in step with Yancy, and they didn't have to worry about getting "caught". Even if Morgan hadn't made a great big spectacle out of kissing their boyfriend for all The Invincible II to see, there was nothing out of the ordinary in The Captain touching base with one of the mechanics.

"What do you want for your birthday?" They asked casually. They had the resources to get him so many more things now that they were out of Happy Trails, and if he requested something that wasn't currently on the planet, Morgan would need to order it ASAP so it arrived from Earth on time.

@xshatteredreflectionsx

-

Whilst joking around doing impressions, he felt a familiar presence approach from the side. A smirk crept onto his face, wondering who Morgan would recommend him to impersonate. However, what was signed was... Not what he expected.

"My what."

There was a pause as he fumbled with his data pad to pull up the date. "Thank fuck it ain't the thirteenth yet. Uh..." That didn't answer the huge question he was just asked. Was there anything he wanted?

"You think you an' me could take a day off? I ain't ever really had much in the line of 'stuff', and, uh... I wouldn't know what to start looking for for a birthday since I didn't have one of them normal ones outside of prison when I was younger, if you gets what I mean. But... I'd like a day with youse. Where it's just you and me. Morgan and Yancy. No ranks between us, no guards to hide from, nothing."

#xshatteredreflectionsx #(family arrived a lot later than usual tonight so I won't be able to do anything more than this tonight. Gotta sleep ;A; ) #gotta be better than all above; so i can be worthy of their love (yancy/morgan) #yv: on parole and in orbit (iswm verse)

[citrusskater]

Is this too easy a target? It looked like he'd been hit several times already. But this was open war, there was no room for pity! And Morgan had all this ammunition; if they spent all day wondering who or what or when or why then they'd never tag anyone. And so, Morgan waited, hidden behind a conveniently placed bush. Morgan let him roll on by. Let him think he was safe. Once he was a good distance away, Morgan dashed and leapt up as high as they could, water balloon above their head. With a dunk that would have made any basketball player shed a proud tear (maybe), the water balloon burst on Bing's head.

Direct hit.

(hiiiii~ '3'/ )

Ack! It took a moment for him to recover, head dripping with water as well as colorful bits of what remained of the poor water balloon strewn in his hair. He shook, in resemblance of almost a wet dog trying to shake itself free of water, before spinning around to try and catch the culprit - who he only managed to get a glimpse of before they disappeared - but a glimpse was all he needed to know who he needed to get revenge on.

#[ hello world 🌍 ] > asks #xshatteredreflectionsx #guns out gunday water fight! #( hi!! also amazing dunk 👍 )

[blueheartedmayor]

Uno reverse card

Behind closed doors for Dante and Moira :3c

Behind Closed Doors (I reblogged it once for all three accounts but it's accepted here too. It'll be super slow though.)

@xshatteredreflectionsx

-

It was a formal gathering, but one a little different from the ones Damien would have to attend. It was hosted by a dear patron, and the atmosphere was light and cheerful. It was a breath of fresh air for all the guests. Anything was better than those stuffy events where every answer is a move on an unseen chess board.

In fact, Moira was enjoying herself. As Damien's plus-one, she was an outsider to the group, yet had found herself tugged onto the dancefloor by an older gentleman who was surprisingly agile for his age. Damien watched on from the bar, amusement playing on his lips, before the host approached him.

"I didn't think you would ever bring a guest to one of my parties, Damien." She claimed the bar stool beside him. "Here was me thinking you would never share that secret with me." Of course, she was only teasing him, knowing that the reason was not as nefarious as she was making it out to be.

"I do know that, Margaret. And truthfully, I've been meaning to bring Moira to one of these for some time. She's simply been very busy, and I would hate to distract her from her work. It's taken a lot for her to get this far."

They both turned their attention to the dancefloor in time to see the lawyer of the hour being spun around in an ungraceful, clumsy manner.

"You two met through work, I take it?"

"No, no. She's an old friend from university. The first friend I'd made for myself, by myself. I don't know where I would be without her. She has seen me at my best, and at my worst. She taught me how to live beyond the confines of the world I grew up in. She helped me see that there was still good in people; that I wasn't 'odd' like I always thought. She even bore witness to me being intoxicated for the first time, and relentlessly made fun of me the morning after when I couldn't lift my head off the table." His smile was sweet and more sentimental. "If I'm honest, there's no one I'd rather have by my side, and that's even beating my own sister out of that position."

"She sounds like a keeper."

"I suppose you could say that. She's my best friend, and she means more to me than anyone else in the whole world." Dark brown eyes were focused on the attempted dancing. No one had fallen, and that was a miracle. But he missed the way Margaret gave a breathless laugh and rolled her eyes. Oh dear...

BONUS:

-

"Permit me the opportunity to avoid some sort of 'story' to set the scene as is the norm here. Not only would it be forced, it would be wholly fake. I think it would be better to be honest with you directly. I wouldn't dream of speaking any of this out loud to anyone.

I loved her. I'm sure the choice of story prior to this showed as much. But I was a fool who was oblivious to the meaning of the messages drumming in his heart. I grew up in a loveless family environment. Love stared me in the face and I didn't do a thing about it. I felt this - this warmth in my chest when I was with her. I didn't understand fully what it meant. Instead, I channelled it into something platonic - or fooled myself into thinking it was familial, as was the case with the only friends I had ever known. Everything would be alright, if she was there. That's how it felt, anyway.

Choices were a luxury for me. I knew I wanted my life partner to be my decision, and no one else's. Mayhaps that was why I didn't see the obvious. There were so many risks in a relationship that had to be secret to the whole world. I was already scared of losing her friendship if my parents met her and deemed her 'unworthy'. It would have increased tenfold if that relationship had differed.

Now... Nothing would ever happen. Even if - even if somehow I can undo these disasters that have happened to her, it won't change what I did. I don't deserve her forgiveness, and I definitely don't deserve her love - if she even still saw me that way. And even if she did... I'm not even sure I have yet regained the ability to feel love. Regaining your own sense of self and your humanity is a slower process that simply snapping out of a trance. That's a tale for another time, I'm sure. Or, maybe it won't be.

To get back on track... If there was one thing I wished I could do, it would be to go back with a message. Not to warn myself of the manor. Not to tell Moira to feign illness to guilt me into leaving early the morning after... But I would go back to the university days. I would tell myself to run away with her. My family would not have been able to hunt me as I had feared they would. I could have disappeared, became a nobody, and learned to live as - well, as someone ought to. Mayhaps feel a proper sense of freedom for the first time in my miserable existence.

All I can do is try and find a way to liberate her. I know it won't magically undo a century of torment that was caused by my hands. I know it won't set everything right. But at the very least it will allow two people to feel like they can try and get their lives back on track."

#xshatteredreflectionsx #( :D )

[thelightfalls]

@xshatteredreflectionsx​ whispered: ‘ help me make this right. ’

Prompt

The path that leads to the light will always be paved in broken glass. Bare feet cut upon the sharp edges, before crawling on hands and knees, dragging yourself forward despite the trail of blood left behind. However, to begin that journey at all is a challenge in itself. Being led by the siren’s call of an endless narrative, given choices that are handpicked just for you.

It’s a miracle you see the light at all, not blinded by the curtain its shrouded behind.  

“Now you see the truth for what it really is.”

A bold request from the observer to the villain, to break out of the mold may rip chunks out of them both. Yet you are tired of these little games aren’t you? It’s about time.

“What exactly do you intend to do with your newfound insight? Writing right from wrong isn’t quite so simple, after all.”

And for such a sacrifice, his help will always come at a heavy price.

#xshatteredreflectionsx #the darkness holds no solace // answered

[splittinghares]

I saw a certain fishy friend of ours mentioned it was your birthday. So! Happy birthday! * confetti*

hello tysm!! i really appreciate it, y'all are literally the sweetest. i don't know what to do with all of this love <3

#xshatteredreflectionsx #↝ 🐇 𝚒'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚘𝚠𝚗 ( ooc ) #↝ 🐇 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 ( asks )

[puppetsonapedestal]

@xshatteredreflectionsx​ arrived to center stage!

A patron of the arts required the utmost attention before his grand debut. The hair, makeup, and costumes were all but a feeble attempt to feed his ever-growing ego. Alas, such generosities could not be said for the reoccurring cast that orbited his success. Not everyone could bask in the glory of the lead role! Such sacrifices required years, nay, centuries of dedication only he could provide.  

“Ah, you’re looking.... well.” The disgust rolled off his tongue purely to antagonize the other. His nose twitched as though an unwelcome stench hung in the air by their presence. “I can’t say I’m surprised you’ve come to share the limelight with me. I thought that dishonorable colonel did away with you. Such a sad state of affairs that was. And in my own home too.”

#xshatteredreflectionsx #ch: Actor #//I'M APOLOGIZING NOW I'M SORRY FOR HIM #Actor verse: tba

[multiimadness]

I heard that you can tear up the dance floor when the mood strikes you (for Abe because I love him) / @xshatteredreflectionsx

send a rumor / accepting

Cue a chuckle , a smile appearing on his face . ❝ I , uh , wouldn't say ❛ tear up ❜ , but ah . . . ❞ Abe shakes his head and shrugs . ❝ Spending any amount of time with Warfstache'll do that to ya , I s'pose . ❞

#veritas odit moras / ic:abe. #morgan / xshatteredreflectionsx #interview / asks.

[rosetintedgunman]

*Steel and/or Electric for the Head Engineer, lmao my bad

Got you covered!

#(I did throw a lot on the dash last night to be fair...) #xshatteredreflectionsx

[theauthorlives]

five times touched

(Hit me wit your best shot, I'm so excited)

@xshatteredreflectionsx

Five Times Drabbles (Accepting, but slow.)

five times touched: ( five times the receiver touched the sender (platonically or romantically or otherwise!) )

-

It had been a whirlwind of a day. It started out as normal, then he met one of the new inmates (luckily, not the man that looked like a douche), then they FOUGHT, and now he was stuck in solitary on an overexaggerated act.

"First riot in years... Tch." He kicked some dust with the scuff of his shoe. "What does he call the brawl last week? Some sorta dance-off?" Dropping onto the flimsy, wire-frame bed with an annoyed grumble, Yancy rubbed the bottom of his lip with his thumb. It didn't hurt that badly, but it would likely leave a mark. Somehow, that new face had a good aim, even if they looked like they could be knocked over by a moderate breeze. What was their deal anyway? Being all nice and friendly, and then throwing it back in his face when he tried giving them an out? What did they want? Did they even know what they wanted?

It was a good punch. Little sloppy, but surprisingly good.

With a heavy sigh, Yancy flopped back against the pillow that was only slightly softer than a rock. It would be fine. He could manage one night of this. Then, he would be allowed back to his cell where he could have some peace and quiet and move on from this mess.

(Oh, if only he knew what changes happened while he was gone!)

-

"- which had Jimmy the Pickle nearly throw me outta the fucking window. And lemme tell youse, if I was a man who wanted out of here I would've taken him up on that offer!"

Months in the same space had broken down the walls. It was the first time in a long time that Yancy felt this comfortable with anyone. It didn't matter what they spoke about, or what they were doing. Everything made sense with Morgan in a way Yancy wasn't sure he could understand.

The story of the morning's events had Morgan snort in that familiar silent laugh, which immediately turned to anguish as they realised they had been distracted long enough to fumble one of their loops on their latest project. Unfortunately for Yancy, they were sitting side-by-side on the bottom bunk, which left him prime target for them to roughly slam their shoulder into his arm.

Naturally, this prompted the greaser to let out a dramatic, wounded cry and slump to the side. "Aw fuck! I can't believe youse would try and take me down like this. Me! Youse's good and loyal cellie who ain't done nothing wrong ever!" Though the conversation was one-sided (for now. Yancy was still secretly learning sign), words weren't needed as Morgan instead pulled out a spare crochet needle and began playfully poking him in the arms with it. It was only when they stopped and they looked up expectantly for Yancy's apology did he see an opportunity:

"So does that mean my funeral crochet blanket's gonna be fucked up and sloppy?"

Sure, he got shoved out of the bunk, but it was so worth it.

-

Yancy sat at the tiny table in the cell, tongue peeking out between his lips as he gave his full attention to the page in front of him. The page went over the finger-spellings that the class were going to be tested on. They knew the signs, but it was the test to see if they could spell words, and so speed was needed just as much as accuracy.

This was how Morgan found him upon their return from their late shift in the kitchen. He was muttering letters to himself, interspersed with the occasional swear. Unlike before, when he had to do all this in private, it didn't matter that he had been caught in the act. If anything, it was a startling reminder that Yancy did all this for them. And he was still dedicated to the task.

They waved to catch his attention. Doing okay? (It was best to keep the sentences short and slow.)

"Yeah. I, uh, wait." He flipped the pages of the notebook until he found a stuck-in sheet with phrases. Hard. Work. "Uh... Hang on." Another pause as the book was turned to the original page. S-P-E-L-I-N-G.

Morgan chuckled and scooped up their own notebook and pen before sitting beside him. 'You forgot an 'L' just now.'

"I did? Shit. We's gonna lose marks if we don't sign fast and right."

'You don't need to spell that fast. Not yet. You have time. Want help?'

"Please."

Together, they worked through the list of words slowly, Yancy trying to get the knack of it. His hands worked slower than his mind - which already struggled with topics like spelling - so it was an uphill battle. But with that, there was a moment where he couldn't make the transition between letters right. Without thinking, Morgan reached over and gently placed their hand on his to help guide him through the letters. The idea that they could touch each other so casually was still a new experience for the pair that were still reeling over Yancy's confession a few mere weeks earlier. If Morgan was trying to help focus Yancy on the task, it only served to do the opposite as he instead lifted his hand so he could kiss the back of theirs.

Little surprise, then, that both forgot the purpose of the help as Yancy opted to spell L-O-V-E-U before gingerly pulling them in for a kiss.

(He never wanted to get used to this sensation.)

-

Another day, another loop. The calm before the storm on the Invincible. The Leads of the different departments were holding a meeting on what to do and how to deal with this.

(Morgan was not dealing with it well, thank you very much.)

"Hey, Captain. I brought youse the... Captain?" Yancy had been assigned to bring Morgan up their coffee. He'd even found one of their novelty mugs - Cartoony dolphins with one as a handle from some aqua resort Yancy couldn't pronounce. Instead, Morgan hurried right past him like he wasn't there. He knew that was the price to pay of another secret relationship... But it still stung.

He didn't belong on the bridge anyway. He was just a mechanic who only got in because the Captain had made a plea case for bringing someone along as part of a parole initiative. He didn't deserve to be here. The mug was left on the designated holder on the main panel so he could skulk out.

Later in the day, he had spent the whole of his morning and most the afternoon putting the final repairs on one of the mopeds that had received minor damage during transit. It was nothing terrible, but enough to need his full attention. He had tidied up and was getting ready to leave when Morgan walked in.

"Captain! I -"

They walked though him, literally bumping against his shoulder with enough force to knock him back a step. One of the crew walking behind turned to him. "What do you think you're doing? The Captain has more important things to deal with than someone like you."

Yancy froze, only nodding in agreement when the words sunk in. There and then, he made the decision to spent the evening in his own cabin once his shift was done.

-

It was terrible! The Gang were so sure they had figured out the best way to best the grumpy old men who wanted to turn a basketball court into a place where large benches would sit for the old men to sit on. But no! Some snooty snob decided that fun wasn't allowed! It was unfair! Yancy had decided that enough was enough! He was going to sort this out! He -

Something tapped his left cheek.

Then his right.

Then his left again.

Then both, for good measure.

Blearily, Yancy blinked awake to the blissful sight of a beaming Morgan over him.

You were muttering in your sleep.

"I would have punched some old men and went back to prison so we's could play basketball." The sentence was mumbled with such self-assuredness that Morgan snorted and patted his cheeks again. This time, they pressed inward until Yancy's lips puckered like a fish. It seemed to be enough to tug him fully back into the world of the waking, though it made speaking a little tricky.

"Wot timezit aneeweh?"

Too early, Morgan responded matter-of-factly once they pulled their hands back. It didn't answer the question, yet he was completely satisfied to know just that much.

"Good. I'm going back to sleep."

To punch old men?

"Nah. I'd rather dreams with youse in 'em. They's is way better. One time you revealed youse was a dragon. That was cool as shit. When's you gonna show me that here? Youse'd look fine as fuck with wings, just saying."

Both hands were back on his face this time, immediately blocking the wink that Morgan knew was coming. That only left them vulnerable to being snatched by the waist and pulled back down so they were in his embrace again. They didn't struggle, not when it meant they could nestle up against him until they felt comfortable.

"Hey, uh... Thanks. For waking me up. I mean. Didn't think I's ever spoken in my sleep like that before. Kinda prefer the not-sleep life where I knows youse loves me, so uh -!"

A hand quickly shot up to cover his mouth in a silent plea of shut up and go back to sleep.

#gotta be better than all above; so i can be worthy of their love (yancy/morgan) #(my best shot you say? You mean FLUFF?) #xshatteredreflectionsx #(I was meant to go to bed an hour ago. Ah well :D )

[blueheartedmayor]

❤️ + 🖤 c:

SEND ‘❤️’ FOR MY MUSE TO SAY SOMETHING POSITIVE ABOUT YOURS.

SEND ‘🖤’ FOR MY MUSE TO SAY SOMETHING NEGATIVE ABOUT YOURS.

@xshatteredreflectionsx

-

"Morgan is a creative inspiration. I've lived in this city for most of my life, yet they have helped me see parts of it in a completely different way. It really is true that artists have a different point of view of everyday surroundings.

I only wish that they would stop making Barnum hyper when they have to mind him. Mayhaps I will have to let Morgan deal with the aftermath - a corgi with zoomies."

-

"Moira... Was a life-saver. When I was at one of the worst points of my life, she was there to show me how much better the world could be. I was learning how to breathe after growing up in a suffocating world, and she took the time to help show me things that supposedly were normal events in peoples' lives.

... Can't say she was the best influence when it came to drinks. Many a hangover was in her company."

#xshatteredreflectionsx

[briingmayflowers]

What Shatters You?

May:

sorrow.

this world takes and takes, and you cannot understand why... your heart cracks with each loss, and now, you fear it is only held together with fraying strings. perhaps you consider how simpler it would be not to care. but, would your soul allow you to?

Deirdre:

betrayal.

you are so tired of giving your trust away, only to have it thrown back in your face... your heart has been broken, again and again, by those you've mistakenly believed in. "perhaps this time will be different", you say. my dear, it won't. your heart is too gullible for the cruel world around you

Tagged by: @xshatteredreflectionsx

Tagging: Anyone who would like to do this!

#[These are eerily accurate what] #| 'not quite a pointed hat and a black cat' (about) #| 'not what you'd expect' (deirdre about)

[thelightfalls]

What Shatters You?

Tagged by: @splitsuit, @xshatteredreflectionsx​

Tagging: Anyone who wants to! c:

betrayal.

you are so tired of giving your trust away, only to have it thrown back in your face... your heart has been broken, again and again, by those you've mistakenly believed in. "perhaps this time will be different", you say. my dear, it won't. your heart is too gullible for the cruel world around you

#a broken shell of rage // himself #(Wow our Darks are twinsies) #(but all jokes aside that's pretty accurate) #(thank you guys for tagging me! :3)

[mirrorbrxken]

starter for @xshatteredreflectionsx

Of course, Mark’s next big story had to have more timeline weirdness than the last. Always his vision for bigger and grander things, no matter the cost to Yi’s own sanity. It seemed even this story might be breaking down, though, as characters glitch in and out of existence. Yi would hazard its Dark’s or the House’s influence, but they had truly no idea.

Which left them much more scared when they saw Celci glitch back in, look at them, and ask just who the hell they were. Mark stammered about them being the Captain and everything going wrong, but Yi stopped paying attention partway through, suddenly drawn back to the Captain’s room. They walked, then ran, knocking over people who either recognized them or were concerned about a random stranger on the ship.

Yi burst into the Captain’s room, eyes immediately settling on Yvonne. “You, I need to speak to you.” They pointed at Yvonne.

#who is in control now? ◤ !WM au #( is this DA-y enough? ) #( my idea was that the ships glitch into overlapping due to the wormhole ) #( feel free to do with it as you will ) #xshatteredreflectionsx