01/12/2021 03:33 PM  THROUGH THE CELLAR DOOR. IT'S A VICTORY DANCE. ARE YOU COMING WITH US? ( relationship song - through the cellar door . ) I'll come running for you at any time. ( I think you know that. ) Yeah, you're one of us. You're the best of us. You help me smile when I didn't think I could. And I just...   love you.  0 Comments

01/12/2021 03:01 PM  LEAN ON. BLOW A KISS. FIRE A GUN. ALL WE NEED IS SOMEBODY TO LEAN ON. ( relationship song - lean on . ) You never have to tell me you care.  ( I already know. ) I just want the world to know that it has to look out -- You and I? We're partners. Thick, thin, all of that. It's going to take a whole goddamn army.  I'll be your friend and your sidekick until my last breath.  0 Comments

09/27/2020 02:11 PM  perfect. HAVE YOU EVER LOOKED UP THE DEFINITION OF PERFECT IN THE DICTIONARY?  it says:  having all the required or desired elements or absolute; complete.  what nobody ever tells you is that perfect can vary from person to person, to environment,  to worlds,  perfect is only a mere concept that can be shifted to whatever the user most desires PERFECT for THEMSELVES.  mental health has always been such an issue tiptoed around, like it's glass and it'll shatter but it's not glass, it'll never be glass,  it's only collecting dust that way until it becomes completely NOTHING. mary-sue, herself, is out there holding out her hands for anyone that needs them.  she'll talk about recovery,  she'll pull people out of gutters,  dust them off and tell them they'll be okay.   she'll use her powers to bring hope,  to not only change a moment,  but change someone's future but she can't, for the life of her,  just in this moment continue to look kara directly into those mesmerizing blue eyes and act like she isn't having a hard time with the idea of perfect. SHE FORGOT THE DICTIONARY DEFINITION and is only leaning on the shaky socialized version:  that perfect isn't meant to be shaped for each user.   instead her brain is only chanting 'i'm not perfect, i'm not perfect,'   relying on the fact she's a pure mess,  that sometimes she doesn't care to wake up in the morning,  that even a hero like her just can't live.  instead,  she looks down at her phone,  pushes the home button.   she's not actually planning on doing anything,  she's just looking away from kara.  using a distraction to quell the rising lump in her throat,  the chill along her spine like this was too good to be true. But,  you know what's the picture of both her lockscreen and home screen on her phone?  It's Kara.  The lockscreen a selfie of them,  the home screen a picture someone took of Supergirl.  SHE JUST LOOKS LIKE A FAN,  nobody can seem to put two and two together that the woman laughing with mary-sue on the lockscreen is also the woman on her homescreen.         PERFECT  IS  ONLY  A  CONCEPT. "So,  you'll take everything then?  Even the moments where I just can't do it?  My whole entire messy ass?"   She knows the answer before Mary-Sue even looks up. All the desired pieces of the puzzles have come together and it's perfect. 0 Comments

09/12/2020 06:02 PM  tears. all's fair in love & war. People rush by. Mary-Sue really doesn't pay much attention, green eyes staring ahead. Staring without seeing. A type of dissociation that comes with guilt. Even Mary-Sue will admit that she's never particularly been strong. She's just been a survivor. Maybe if she was stronger she wouldn't have fallen to the throes of addiction, maybe she wouldn't even be having these moments. Where she sits here, contemplates how she could have saved someone. Watches the world in this timeline. Takes a deep breath in. The world flickers, ear drums ringing, watches in another timeline. They're alive in that timeline. Maybe she could pull them through -- No. Each timeline is only meant for one of each person. Swapping timelines is detrimental. She knows that.   Yet, she sits here, unmoving, still as every body rushes by.  Eyes watery.  Because she knows.  Everyone that thinks they're nothing, that thinks they aren't important, that feels useless --   doesn't deserve that.  They deserve a chance to live.  Not just survive,  not just trying to make it to another day.  But to live.   She's fine with nobody particularly paying attention to her right now.   It's not about her,  it's about the life lost in a senseless gunfight that she couldn't stop.  They don't know she's the vigilante that tries to stop all this -- Mary-Sue is exactly just that awkward chick that works at a bakery. Making mediocre cookies and cinnamon buns and helping mediocre middle aged guys with their coffe like they don't know how to make it.  Mary-Sue blinks.  A tear makes it's way down her cheek.  She still just sits on the bench around the corner from the shoot-out.  It's just that the tear didn't particularly make it too far.  She really wasn't expecting anyone to pay attention to her,  so pardon the jerk back.  Where her body leans backward,  nostrils flaring,  coming back to herself and society,  head turning to find the culprit. Oh.  Okay.   Not culprit.  Absolutely not culprit.  Give her a couple more seconds,  she just stares at Kara.   Finally Mary-Sue raises a hand to slide across Kara's palm.  Hold Kara's hand in place.    "I couldn't save him." 0 Comments

09/02/2020 12:03 PM  star maps , don't i look so nice?. HAVE YOU SEEN THE LOOK ON MY FACE? THE LOOK IN MY EYES? DO WHATEVER IT TAKES. I'LL DIE FOR IT. I WANNA BURN THIS HOUSE TO THE GROUND AFTER PLAYING WITH FIRE. I WANNA BURN THIS MAP OF THE STARS.                      NOW I'M FIRE. it's  right  there.    nobody  else  can  see  it.    but  it's  right  there.   it  all  changes  so  quick.   she's  just  leaning  against  the  counter,   one  arm  crossed  over  her  stomach,   the  elbow  of  the  other  resting  on  it,   fingers  touching  her  chin.   the  bakery  is  slow  right  now.   a  customer  just  walked  out  and  she's  waiting  for  another  to  enter,   watched  them  walk  by  the  window.   then  the  room  flickers.   black  and  white,   the  sound  of  static.  the  poster  of  the  bakery  on  the  wall  flickers  in  and  out  of  this  timeline,   jumps  without  moving.   mary-sue  leans  forward,   nose  twitching.   she  doesn't  really  get  to  see  what  the  other  timeline's  poster  is  when  the  door  opens.   the  electronic  bell  echoes  annoyingly  in  the  small  bakery.   it's  isabel. mary-sue's  hands  drop.    eyes  squint  so  hard  that  wrinkles  appear  between  her  eyes.   isabel  is  smiling  at  her  (though  that's  quickly  fading  because  mary-sue  definitely  looks  like  she's  in  another  world)  but  isabel  is  black  and  white.   a  product  of  another  timeline.   maybe  she's  trying  to  figure  out  how  that  could  happen.   how  two  timelines  can  interact  without  her  help.   mary-sue  walks  around  the  corner.   nothing  of  what  mary-sue  is  doing  is  what  she  usually  does.   she  doesn't  lightly  flirt  with  isabel,   doesn't  ask  isabel  how  her  day  is,   doesn't  compliment  isabel. normally  she's  busy  contemplating  asking  isabel  out  on  another  date --   if  isabel  is  returning,   wouldn't  she  have  enjoyed  the  first  one?    black  white.   flicker.   loud  static.   loud  static  so  loud  that  mary-sue  raises  a  hand  to  press  to  a  ear  like  that  could  muffle  it.   and  then  it  hits  her,  much  like  a  mac  truck.   the  four  shots  in  isabel's  chest,  all  bleeding.   dropping  onto  the  ground. everything  is  getting  louder!   isabel  is  supposed  to  be  dead.   she's  not.   she's  alive,   she's  looking  at  mary-sue  and  everything  is  getting  louder.   only  isabel  flickering  black  and  white.    EVERYTHING  IS  GETTING  LOUDER.   sounds  like  a  piercing  screech.   mary-sue  just  moves  towards  isabel.    presses  a  hand  against  isabel's  chest  like  that'll  stifle  the  bleeding.   EVERYTHING  IS  GETTING  LOUDER,   still  black  and  white.    this  is  new.    she  doesn't  know  what  to  do.   she  needs  to  pull  isabel  back  -  she  needs  to  pull  isabel  back  --    she  just  hugs  isabel. wraps  her  arms  around  isabel's  waist.   and  then  the  static  disappears.    well,  she's  never  going  to  be  able  to  explain  that  manic  mood,   but  while  she's  getting  over  isabel  dumping  her,   she'll  figure  out  what  happened. (  with  special  guest  appearances  by  isabel.  ) 0 Comments

08/28/2020 01:31 PM  sabina introspection drabble. world away. My life is what I make it. I choose to rise and take it from your hands. This is not my punishment. This is my catalyst for growth. I know I will survive this. I'll be the strongest person I know. there's  a  pertinent  reason  sabina  always  looks  caught  off  guard  when  someone  mentions  anything  particular  about  her -    like  her  past  or  any  information  she  hasn't  already  freely  given  out.    she's  ashamed.    guilty ,   even.   sometimes  she  feels  like  the  spoiled  little  brat  she  really  was  before  prison  and  that's  not  something  she  ever  freely  wants  to  talk  about.   and  maybe  that  even  makes  her  awkward.    she  never  finished  highschool ,   not  the  brightest  in  the  bunch -   that's  always  bosley ,    and  now  elena.   she's  just  the  real  personality.   the  distraction ,  the  one  that  walks  in  first  because  she's  not  the  best  fighter  (certainly  not  awful)  but  she  is  sabina  wilson. and  that's  the  very  name  she  made  for  herself.   the  distraction ,   the  heart ,    a  core  part  of  this  organization  because  she  doesn't  ever  want  to  be  what  she  was  before.   charlie  made  her  something  important.   that's  what  she  needed :    A  GOAL.    she's  sure  he  anticipated  that ,    giving  her  a  direction.   but  he  didn't  anticipate  that  she'd  find  a  family.   that  she'd  just  keep  climbing  the  ladder.   why  is  that  even  important ? because  she  never  felt  like  she  belonged  anywhere ,    she  had  her  friends  but  she  was  always  just  on  the  outside  of  things.   just  outside ,    until  now.    this  is  now  her  team.    elena ,   jane  ,  herself.    the  newest  and  best  set  charlie  has  because  they  will  unconditionally  work  together  for  the  better.   they'll  always  have  each  other's  backs  and  they'll  get  the  job  done.    together. sabina  almost  says  this ,   sitting  in  the  corner ,   legs  pulled  up  to  her  chest ,   head  tilted ,   watching  jane  and  elena  but  when  she  opens  her  mouth ,   what  comes  out  is :    "let's  get  food."    so ,    she  stands  up.    ruffles  elena's  hair  on  her  way  past ,   playfully  bumps  her  shoulder  against  jane.    maybe  they  already  know. (  with  special  guest  appearances  by  jane  and  elena.  ) 0 Comments

08/25/2020 04:05 PM  prompts. deathless ♚ sentence meme You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. You are going to break your promise. I understand. You’re lonely too. It will stop your breath, how cruel I can be. I am a demanding creature. I am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. I am your servant. I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased. For you alone I will be weak. I belong here, and you will not deny me. I say these things, and the world listens. I do not tolerate a world emptied of you. I have tried. In the dark, I have pored over the loss of you like pale gold. I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories. I moved the earth and the water for you. You will always run away with her. You will always lose her. You will always be a fool. You will always be dead, in a city of ice, snow falling into your ear. You have already done all of this and will do it again. No one should be judged for loving more than they ought, only for loving not enough. We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying. What we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape. There need never be any rules between us. Let us be greedy together; let us hoard. Do not leave me, swear that you will never leave me. I am selfish. I am cruel. My mate cannot be less than I. Sleep with fists closed and shoot straight. I can’t abide a poor liar. You look like a winter’s night. I could sleep inside the cold of you. Oh, quit that. Blushing is for virgins and Christians. Scold me; deny me. Tell me you want what you want and damn me forever. But don’t leave me. Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing. In his own country, Death can be kind. What is the world but a boxing ring where fools and devils put up their fists? Men die. It’s practically what they’re for. I am no one; I am nothing. Nothing in me was not made by you. A revelation is always the end of something. It might even be cause for grief. Just tell yourself a story that’ll satisfy you and pretend he told it. Forever isn’t bright; it isn’t like that. Forever is cold and hard and final. I savor bitterness - it is born of experience. It is the privilege of one who has truly lived. If you want to kill yourself, do not use us as your knife. What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you? Don’t you dare speak to me like that. I have worn nothing but blood and death for years. I have fought all your battles for you, just as you asked me. I have learned not to cry when I strangle a man. I have learned to watch everything die. I am not a little girl anymore, dazzled by your magic. It is my magic, now, too. Are we not devils? No one is now what they were before the war. I have not seen you without your skin on. Close up your head; your brain is getting loose. We obsess. It’s in our nature. I’ve a devil of a habit for being right. In war you must always choose sides. If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half. We are all dead. All equal. Broken and aimless and believing we are alive. My old bones will follow yours soon enough. It is better to be strong and cruel than to be fair. I will see him with his skin off before I agree to fall in love. After love, no one is what they were before. I have survived, but I have not been spared. In the space of one heartbeat to another I loved you and I was lost to you. Frighten me, make me cry, only come back. It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder. You’ll think it’s love, while he dines on your heart. You will be so beautiful when you are old. I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go. You will live as you live in any world…with difficulty, and grief. I look at you and it is like my throat being cut. She said you’d come and I swore to eat your heart. I still want to kiss you. My heart is being cut in two. I cannot bear it. What happens to anything beautiful? I have to know, I have to or else you will just rule me until the end of everything because you know and I do not. Taken from here. I don't care about sending in repeats, just leave a sentence below and I'll write you a drabble that you can either continue or just read at your heart's content. 2 Comments

08/25/2020 03:49 PM  we obsess, it's our nature. shooting stars. NO ONE ELSE AROUND AND A SHIMMER TAKES MY EYE. I LIFT MY HEAD, BLINDED BY THE SKY. FEEL MY WEIGHT IN FRONT. FOLLOWING THE SOUND. MOVES AWAY SO FAST. FALLING TO THE GROUND. I KNOW WHAT IS MORE TO COME. JUMP BACK TO MY FEET. NOW I ONLY SEE AHEAD OF ME. Obsession - (noun) An idea or thought that continually occupies or intrudes on a person's mind / the state of being obsessed. Somehow the words are both a comfort and a sense of worry. Mary-Sue's mind is somewhere dancing off in the far reaches of her subconscious and she is only partially conscious of the moment before her. All things also lead to a certain point. There are paths, there are doors, there are timelines and there are obsessions. One of these days they're going to come together and her hyper awareness of the fact only seems to make her smile. It's acceptance. We obsess, it's our nature. She wanted this. The idea of being a superhero. Of making a change. It's just that somewhere in the middle of it became littered with grey. Superhero is black and white, everything else is grey, so what exactly are you a superhero of? The law? Life? Who invented morality? Green eyes blink before she looks at the other woman. Smile just curling the corner of Mary-Sue's lips. Fingers reach up to wipe away a droplet of water running along the curve of her nose, stinging the cut. Water that's surely mixed with a bit of sweat. She really shouldn't even be the hero right now. She doesn't have the disguise. Doesn't have the persona. Why does that stop people? Because life is actually grey. You can't expect just to be a hero without consequences. Everything has consequences. Sometimes the heroes have to break the law to end some suffering. Sometimes you have to tell the people you love their wrong - that shouldn't hurt, that shouldn't have consequences, but it does. "Some people call that passion."   Mary-Sue replies, slightly raspy voice a low purr of a sound. She stands up straight, eyes taking in the destruction of the moment. Nothing like thrill. Nothing like seemingly being trapped. Isn't that the connotation of obsession? Entrapment. Well, unfortunately for everyone that set off that bomb that left them in a pile of rubble - she has the power to find her way out of a trap. Metaphorically, currently physically, mentally. She's found a way out of her addiction, she's found her way back to her sister and she's going to get them out of here. There's another timeline where this never happened and in another timeline obsession is passion. FOR  DEVIL'S SNARE. Find the prompt blog post here, still accepting. All prompt drabbles will be moved to the blog to save them. Feel free to turn this into a thread if you want to. 0 Comments

08/25/2020 03:01 PM  — 𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙰 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙾 , 01.    i go by aphelion. i'm 29, a lesbian and in the military. important things to note is that i'm incredibly slow. most of what i say or do will be in character, you'll know otherwise. this is a drama free zone. i really don't want to hear it unless the person is legitimately harmful or if they're legitimately stealing your sh*t. i'm here to get away from life but sometimes you'll find the reminder that black lives matter, trans lives matter and the LGBTQ+ community isn't here just to be used for your sexual fantasies. 02.     multi-ship blog but if mary-sue has enough chemistry and i'm vibing enough with someone, that may change. there WILL be a main relationship eventually though. 03.       things i'm open to:    just about anything but things that are arguably taboo plots such as rape, slavery, nazism, pedophilia, etc. i do not want to write.    i enjoy smut but it's not number one on my list.   action usually is, actually. things to note:   i prefer discussions in messages, actual storylines in messages.  if you have a time limit for replies, i'm here to tell you that i won't get it out in that amount of time.   i write when i write,  but i am always here to talk about connections and storylines. 04.       things to note about character:    mary-sue is a recovering self-harm addict. she'll always be recovering, those thoughts just don't stop dead in their tracks.  it's a big part of her plot line. but, she has been to therapy and the fact she has a superhero persona is because helping people and being active in her community helps stop these thoughts and helps her feel important.   also note she's based on the 'mary-sue' trope and the idea that self-insert females are 'too op' or 'too something or the other and I HATE IT. 05.        prompt answers / drabble collection : -    we  obsess,  it's  our  nature , -    you'll  think  it's  love , -    sabina  introspection  drabble , -    star  maps , -    tears , -    perfect , -    run , -    guard , -    star maps (rs) , -    lean on (rs) , -    through the cellar door (rs) , -    past to present (cs) , -    criminal record (cs) , -    rise to fame (cs) , -    white wedding , SEND ME DRABBLE SENTENCES HERE. FILL CHARACTER ROLES HERE. ALL INFORMATION ON MARY-SUE'S WORLD. MULTI-MUSE GROUP (in which I write other characters available to write or plot with). You can also find me HERE and HERE. 3 Comments

08/25/2020 01:03 PM  you'll think it's love, while he dines on your heart. I DON'T NEED TO BE LOVED BY YOU BUT I WANNA LET YOU IN MY ROOM, WE COULD TALK ABOUT THE STARS AND THE MOON BUT I DON'T WANNA BE LOVED BY YOU. I CAN TELL YOU ACT SO COOL TO GET AWAY FROM A WORLD SO CRUEL. I DON'T NEED TO BE LOVED BY YOU BUT I WANNA BE LOVED BY YOU. "go  ahead ,    just  say  it."     mary-sue  practically  spits  out ,    voice  far  too  venomous  for  the  single  moment.   a  pause  so  simultaneously  loud ,    the  whole  entire  world  seems  to  stop  for  a  second.    green  eyes  looked  up  at  isabelle  with  the  full  audacity  to  look  shameful  for  the  venom  in  her  voice  that  isn't ,    at  all ,    directed  at  the  other  woman.    mary-sue's  hand  reaches  up ,    fingers  shaking  the  slightest ,   wiping  at  her  brown  before  more  sweat  can  assault  her  eyes.    split  lip ,    cut  nose ,   the  taste  of  blood  on  her  tongue.    the  moment  isn't  ideal.   that's  what  happens  when  you  aren't  so  neurotypical.   when  you're  a  woman  who  sees  too  much  and  feels  too  much ,    who's  sadness  sometimes  drips  from  the  color  of  your  eyes  like  ice  melting  on  a  hot ,   winter  day. "i'm  sorry,"     mary-sue  ends  up  whispering ,    holding  out  her  hand.   fingernails  dirty ,    knuckles  bruised.    she  isn't  a  physical  fighter ,    so  this  fight  really  took  everything  from  her.   but  she  went  out  looking  for  it.   looking  for  thrill.   looking  for  something  to  fill  the  ache  in  her  heart  because  she  couldn't  just  let  the  break-up  go.    why  did  it  even  effect  her  that  much?   not  even  someone  who  can  see  various  timelines ,   who  can  conjure  random  things  out  of  thin  air  can  possibly  walk  away  from  every  fight  unscathed.   not  when  she  wants  to  get  hurt.   a  breath  out ,    step  one :    realize  what's  wrong  and  try  and  fix  it. "i'll  call  you  next  time." FOR  BROKEN ASYLUM. Find the prompt blog post here, still accepting. All prompt drabbles will be moved to the blog to save them. Feel free to turn this into a thread if you want to. 0 Comments

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