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hellfire gala threads pls 🤭

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" of course i know, i am the queen anthony ." the stunning blonde shoots a look back at her husband, giving a playful wink to signal that she more than agrees with his comment. emma had gotten their toddler to bed some time ago, and gave instructions for the nanny to tend to their beloved daughter whilst they enjoy a meme moment of time together. & she had to admit, undeniably so, her heart fluttered like a teen witnessing a crush for the very first time whenever he agreed to step away from his work & devote attention for thee mrs. stark. " mindee and myself had done some shopping, and i had dinner prepared for us. now, we can enjoy dinner together or we can skip that and go straight to dessert, my love." her smile was brighter than any diamond the world had to offer, genuinely beaming for a man who gave her the world and then some.

　　　WELL , HE SHOULD HAVE SEEN THAT COMING FROM A MILE AWAY . knowing he been played when her words register the second her lips touch his . he didn’t stand a chance— not that he ever did when it came to her . the second her hands guided him away from his work , away from the hum of holograms and numbers that had occupied his focus , he knew he was already done for . and any half - formed argument that could have been had evaporated with that kiss anyway . a soft smile forms as she pulls back , amusement in his eyes as he gazes down at her , ❝ you know you don't play fair , right ? ❞ not that he ever minded . and certainly not now , as her fingers found his. he let her take his hand , lacing their fingers together with a smirk that was more fond than begrudging . ❝ alright , you've got me . what's on my new schedule , then ? ❞

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the background noise of chatter and less than favorable music dubbed top of the charts circa a decade ago. one hand tosses the now empty bottle into a nearby trash, then looking to the man asking to get emma yet another as if it did anything to her at all. " stella. that's not my name, but i'll have another since you're offering. " sparkling blues keep her focus locked on him, careful to remember every detail of expression as if she couldn't extend her psyche to dive deeper into mysteries hidden behind a mental barrier. still she smiles, turning her standing position to better face her company. " if i tell you who i am, reveal my identity.. promise to not freak out ? " she's famous, no doubt. always used her telepathy to cloak both physical appearance and presume a false identity for sake of security. only tonight she's her original appearance, and everyone around her assumes she's simply ordinary the girl next door.

" since you were so nice to get me another drink, come sit with me and i'll tell you all about the tragic life of the one and only emma frost ." her slender frame leans into his own only for a moment, continuing to drink whilst wandering away to find a more secluded seating arrangement before spilling these secrets. anyone who had social media knew of her name, followed the blonde closely in her day to day life fame; yet she came here to experience a slower paced lifestyle something that felt normal aside from constantly being followed in forced candids & autographs. emma had a chronic yearning to be anyone but herself. " i'm sure you've heard of winston frost, that fucking asshole father of mine. "

the  delicacy  of  her  voice  paled  in  comparison  to  the  booming  symphony  of  noises  around  them   ──   it  drowned  beneath  the  waves  of  everyone  else's  good  time,  only  floating  to  the  surface  when  he  realized  she  was  talking  to  him.  reading  him  like  a  worn  novel  in  a  way  nobody  else  had.  WAS  HE  THAT  OBVIOUS  or  was  she  that  good  ?  he  uncomfortably  shifted,  gawking  like  a  deer  that'd  just  been  caught  in  the  headlights  before  he  cleared  his  throat  &  moved  his  jacket  from  the  seat  beside  him.  a  familiar  movement   ──  an  open  invitation  meant  for  her  alone.  then  came  the  smile.  how  very  buck  1.0  of  him.

"  buck.  well,  evan,  but  my  friends  call  me  buck.  "   &  there  it  was.  the  beginning  of  something  he  wasn't  going  to  have  control  over  much  longer  ──  he  silently  lied  to  himself,  quickly  pushing  the  thought  from  his  mind  before  it  could  force  him  to  finish  his  evening  alone  at  home.  besides,  if  she  was  going  to  continue  writing  his  biography  she  might  as  well  have  the  title.  "  what's  your  poison  ?  "

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❛ i'm sure you're all wondering who I am. well, how 'bout the 411? i'm pure gold, ladies and gentlemen. i am booster gold, the greatest hero you've never heard of... till now !! ❜ #goldbiz. a selective, private and low activity michael jon carter aka. boo$ter gold roleplay blog of detective comics. taking inspiration from the early comic run in the 80s, elements from new 52 and mixed canon influences across a variety of comics / media established, and personal headcanons. est. march 17, 2025. brought to life by astor.

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no. this is the outfit i want in rivals.

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media ft @fireho3s / buck. ┆ * 🩷 edits.

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❝ need a little affection , sparkles ? ❞

" i could never get enough affection from my husband ."

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erik beyblading off the ship for @wyrm-mlm <3

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i absolutely love how 7 of my moots all sent me emma updates in rivals. 💙💎

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a stunning profile of a woman chiseled of finest mineral, looks to her beloved with a gaze of playfulness. " oh don't be lame, anthony ." it was her youth that kept him seldom up to pace with those her age, despite loving dearly a man with a decent age gap. never did she think maturity suited her needs. leaning into his frame, eyes keen to assess the reactor before locking with dreamy brown hues. " imagine me, your beautiful wife, in a bustier popping out of an extravagant birthday cake. or maybe a trip is in order. " somewhere far away from work, and even farther away from any world saving situations.

　　　IT ISN'T LIKE HE NEEDS TO BE ASKED TWICE . phone discarded on the nightstand near immediately— whatever avenger business lay there could wait until tomorrow . sliding onto the bed beside her , he lets out a contented sigh , one hand tracing lazy patterns against the silk sheets before resting at her waist . ❝ you know , i’d be perfectly fine with a quiet night— just you , me , and the girls . maybe some cake and no world - ending disasters . real simple . ❞ he pauses , then with a knowing smirk adds , ❝ but i have the sneaking suspicion you're already thinking up something a bit more extravagant . ❞

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media w/ @irnmade her husband. ┆ *🩷 edits.

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gimme a ❤️ if you want an instagram edit of our muses :)

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we’re supposed to get horrible floods and suspected tornados tonight til friday. i’ll try and be around if the power doesn’t go out but ❤️ hi i missed writing my queen.

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sydney sweeney via vanityfair on instagram

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despite being reassured that she'd have nothing to worry about, grip tightened around clark in a much needed hug for comfort. " you'd think i'd get use to something like this, being that i can also fly but remind me to never do this again." once feet reach the ground once more, emma melts into her sense of safety; thanking whatever god this planet falls under for making contact once more. "it's just not me, darling. we'll keep that as your thing." keeping her eyes on the ground, she completely forgot that they'd met their destination upon impact, trying her best to ground her composure in more ways than one.

" how adorable. is this what cookie cutter looks like? white picket fences and the american dream? seems too good to be true." starting to feel a sense of comfort in her surroundings, let alone the chivalrous company close at her side, delicate blues find their focus upon the extraordinary man in question. " is it always this cold? " even with less than favorable comfortable clothing, she's still a bit colder than normal. the diamond queen, heart of ice, shivers beneath a hoodie and leggings.

" YOU COULD. " there isn't a second of hesitation in the reply, not even smugness as he takes up the non-challenge. though there is a hint of amusement in clark's eyes as they look to hers. " it really wouldn't make a difference. " the teasing did make him wonder if she understood the extent of his abilities, or at least enough that it shouldn't be up to question. maybe it's a matter of habit: she was used to super soldiers and their serums. " i was gonna throw you around, but i guess i'll refrain from it if we're getting the lawyers involved. " he teases back, punctuating it with a ink.

wasn't the first time he's called a dork, it's sure to not be the last. with an easy grin against the name, clark nods. " all i needed to hear. " and with that, he takes flight out the window. bound for the skies, he heads for the town of smallville at a mindful pace, slower than when he's without company. " if you need anything or get any sort of way, don't hesitate to tell me. we should be there in a few minutes. "

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❛ i woke up and the first thing i wanted was you . ❜ * bucky

" before you question it, yes i'm actually here with you right now. no projections, no false hope. i'm here ." soft pink lips purse to leave kisses on james' jawline whilst running her fingers through his own messy hair. they slept in no doubt, tangled together whilst emma's phone lies strategically on silent to avoid all responsibilities & focus on what really matters. digits trace the lines in her soldier's handsome face, smiling as if witnessing daylight for the very first time. with him, the world disappeared. it felt surreal, feeling the love shared betwixt two broken people. he felt safe, he felt like home. " did you have any dreams? i swear i didn't intrude this time." / @01army

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" isn't it funny how we agree to go to these outings to have a social life, but when we get there we wanna go back home? " a tall blonde woman, close to six feet in height with platformed heels and a skin tight dress, presses her back against a cold brick structure of a cozy bar. talking to herself, presumably, only he was close enough to hear the words whilst she sipped on her own drink. " let me guess, you devote yourself to the city and the people and for what? .. mediocre pay and a crisp pat on the back? genuine gratitude is a dying breed. and fuck family, am i right - @fireho3s ?" call it intuition, her bizarre genetics at play when it came to listening to that inner voice that didn't belong to her psyche but that didn't matter, he interest piqued when her own troubles solemnly aligned with his own. beautiful blue eyes look to the man, already getting a gist of his mundane life via mental visions. " don't look at me like a mental patient, darling. have a drink with me and lets shit talk our families in solidarity. "