#[hope it's okay I moved it to a new post!]

[honorhearted]

@nomdepen continued from (x)

"Lost" was putting it lightly. Once Benjamin ventured toward the far corner of the room, and thus, away from the majority of the gossiping partygoers, he'd noted how his only competition for the space seemed...well...otherwise detained.

"Whatever's going on in there--" he said, tapping at Penelope's forehead "--is guaranteed to be far more interesting than what's happening out here." Smiling, he turned his head to disguise his amusement. "I assure you, Miss F.eatherington, I wasn't saying anything of import. Not unless you consider my groundbreaking hello to be worth repeating."

He didn't know the young woman well. Although she was Eloise's friend, that didn't put her within Benjamin's immediate trajectory, seeing how his visits mostly comprised of Gregory's studies.

"The decorations aren't so terrible this time around," he said conversationally. "In fact, I can finally blend in with the walls with relative ease, so it's not its usual garish splendor." He looked Penelope's way with a lopsided smile. "In case it isn't obvious, I need a bit of a break. Do you mind terribly if I stay here for a moment? I promise I won't speak unless spoken to. Er...anymore than I already have, of course."

[luck-of-the-drawings]

!!! FLASHING LIGHTS WARNING!!! [IM NOT FUCKIN AROUND!!]

REACHED THE CUSP OF 'THIS MAY NEVER BE ABSOLUTELY FINISHED N IF I DONT SHOW IT NOW, IT WILL NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY.' SO HERE, A PROJECT IVE BEEN ORBITING AROUND UHH SINCE 2021 OR SO.

[liquidstar]

sleepovers save money on hotel rooms while on missions 👍

[soothifying-sounds-asmr]

I'm not saying I'm officially back, but I've queued autumn & halloween things for this month, as well as some new tiktoks after that. thank you for all the kind asks- I have seen them all and I appreciate you <3

[theotherrookie]

@foxedthecards continued from here

Willow eyed the shorter man at her side, carefully considering for a moment if he was trying to mess with her. People usually had some idea of where they were when they walked into bars, unless they were already intoxicated.

She raised a gloved hand to motion to a poster nearby indicating some sort of open mic event was scheduled for the evening. That should give him a good enough idea of what was going on. "Are you one of the people performing tonight?"

Something told her the answer would be a negative, but that served her right for attempting casual conversation with strangers.

[gothsuguru]

WILL BE WATCHING THE HAIKYUU!! MOVIE TODAY 🫡

[icewindandboringhorror]

Apparently I can meet my goal of roughly 400,000 words in 6 months if I just somehow write at least 2,200 words a day ghbjh... Almost 2,500 today... huzzah...

[darkenedpunk061]

@eyeforchaos continued from here

Piers blinks in surprise at the offer. This was a nice jacket after all so he wasn't really expecting it to be offered as a gift. Maybe he could do something to repay that kindness.

"Ya sure? I could give ya something in turn like a meal or something?"

[chronicparagon]

@bird-that-cannot-fly

Continued from here: Link

"No, I suppose you wouldn't remember. It's-well, it's been a long time." She answers with a small, nervous laugh. She assumes that is the case. The first meeting was far from cordial. It was a nightmare, really so she can't blame him if he didn't even want to remember.

What Harmony thought was a good deed ended up being a criminal offense. She has no association with the Stellaron Hunters, but it didn't matter in the end.

Sunday got away, and she had a part in it.

"R-right! You're Sunday, yes? I didn't know your name when we first met. We couldn't because of the circumstances, but your sister-she told me about you!" Harmony hopes that would jog his memory. But her excitement fades from her face as she recalls the events after the rescues. It's now that she notices the change in clothing and his expression. Then again, the last time she saw Sunday was when he was in a grave condition.

Something doesn't seem right here, Harmony thought, I need to figure that out. But would he tell me?

She hoped he would or this mission could be difficult.

"Listen, do you have a moment? You may have some questions. I'll do my best to answer."

[ofmagiick]

✧･ﾟ ——— ❛ @tapalslegacy | continued from here !

✧･ﾟ ——— ❛   merrin struggled to not smile at cal   ,   at his confusion   .   his actions were endearing   ,   the concern   ,   and puzzling over the meaning of her words   .   maybe they had been a bit confusing   ,   after all   ,   explosions never meant anything good was coming their way   .   she refused to take them back   ,   though   .   not after she ' d put her feelings out there   ,   one way or another   .   now   ,   cal just had to find the meaning   .   and given his problem - solving skills that had gotten them this far   ,   he should figure it out   ,   sooner or later   .

❝   i ' m fine   .   no pain   .   ❞   merrin moved to stand next to him   ,   dark eyes glancing over the horizon in front of them   .   ❝   i think it might be a good idea to make camp   ,   though   .   sunset looks close   ,   and the wilderness hasn ' t been the nicest in the daylight   .   ❞   nodding towards a nearby outcropping of rock   ,   the nightsister hitched her pack higher   ,   before stepping off   .   ❝   that should provide us some nice cover while we sleep   .   no imperial patrols   ,    no skritons   .   just the stars and all this sand   .    ❞   her nose wrinkled as she once more brushed fine grains from the folds of her clothing   ,   callused hands chaffing against the particulates   .   it truly did get everywhere   .

the witch turned her head back to look at him   ,   chin brushing her shoulder as she did   .   ❝   i don ' t think i ever properly thanked you for pulling me from the wreckage of dathomir   .   ❞   she turned her head back towards her destination   ,   intent on not slipping on the shifting sand   .   what a mood - killer that would be   ,   opening her heart to him only to tumble to the ground   .   ❝   i would have rotted with the corpses of my sisters if you hadn ' t stumbled along and showed me how my desire for revenge was eating me from the inside out   ,   like drinking bane back acid   .   so   ,   thank you   ,   cal kestis   ,   for saving me from my ghosts   .   ❞

upon reaching the rocky outcropping   ,   merrin shrugged off her pack   ,   resting for just a moment   .   they ' d need a fire soon   ,   but lingering daylight lit the desert around them well enough   ,   even with the long shadows being cast across it ' s surface   .

[burdenedchaos]

Cont. from | x | @shieldagentnatasharomanoff

Her hand shot out grabbing the stick as muscle memory and survival instinct took over. She pulled the stick towards her and kicked his hand surprisingly forceful, then rolled back in one swift movement and rose to her feet, ready to fight. Everything molecular aspect of her body hurt as if they had just been disintegrated, shaken really hard and then sutured back together with a live wire, Electricity still burst through her hands and legs giving them an unsteady tremor as she breathed in a shaky breath. To her relief it didn't hurt to breathe. Her ribs were fine, her legs could support her weight and while everything was painful nothing seemed to be amiss with her physical condition. Her mind however... Everything about this place felt wrong, the ruinous picture of plants, items, buildings, treasures, strewn around them, partly covered in sand, falling apart and left for dead. Some seemed familiar, like the strangely dressed Loki in front of her. There was an unnatural glow in the distance, stormcloud building and vanishing in serpentine movements that made her want to run the oposite direction. Right, Natasha told herself, taking another breath to refocus. Even the air tasted wrong. She needed to calm down, so she looked around pin pointing five things she could see: the stick, grass, an orange colored gem, leather boots, a random broken nunchuck, then she moved on to five things she could feel: a cool breeze, the familiar feel of her kevlar tac-suit, sand crusted on her face and hands, an uncomfortable tug of branches in her hair. On to the biggest issue right in front of her... the menace in front of her. "Loki. Where the hell are we?" Her stance didn't change, guarded, secure, ready to fight or flight at any second, but she needed to get her bearings and she knew beyond a doubt: Loki was dangerous... given her experiences, but he did care about survival.

"Ah ha! See? Now that's more like it! Certainly not dead." The Trickster released the stick when he felt it being pulled, though not before his hand suffered a quick and forceful kick from the stranger. He shook out the digits, curling and uncurling the appendages a few times to check for any damage before he moved to brush imaginary dust from himself--allowing his new companion the moment to take in the sights of ruin strewn about them and take a quick calculation of her being. Everyone experienced regaining themselves after being pruned in different ways; and he had more than enough time to afford to let her adjust. That certainly wasn't something that everyone out in the Void would do!

"You know of me?" Lips curled at that, the scars catching at the motion before he brought a painted nail up, tapping thoughtfully. His green gaze looked her up and down, something itching just at the back of his thoughts. "You are strikingly familiar but I just can't seem to place why."

Perhaps it would hit him with some more thought. Or a name to match with the face.

"I'm afraid I don't have the informational brochure on me so spare me too many pressing questions. Ahem. Welcome--!" He gestured to the wasteland surrounding them, hands waving out in an exaggerated showmanship of Jazz hands. "To the Void!"

A brief pause was given before his hands dropped back to his sides. "The literal dumping grounds of the TVA. Anything that gets poked or prodded by the wrong end of their fancy orange rods ends up here--what's that saying? Out of sight out of mind? It's quite like that."

[overnightheartbeats]

continued from here // @dedicatedesire

His momentary silence led her to believe she had made a point, it wasn't often she had those wins. Phoebe almost wanted to say, I told you so. But, of course, he made an even better point. They were both single. Her and Dillon met in...odd circumstances, telling others they met at grief counseling sessions was not the most normal thing. It was nice though, having someone in her life who understood her grief and everything that came with it.

"Yeah, I guess you're right. I count your dates towards your non-singleness." Was that a word? Probably not, but she hoped it made sense. As Dillon explained, she tentatively glanced over at him. That was the worst feeling. Knowing that the person you're seeing doesn't have a chance, because you'll inevitably compare them. Setting a standard that both parties know won't be met. "I get that, no one will ever be them," she spoke in agreement. "Do you tell them?" Referring to their loss. And, oddly enough, she quoted her old counselor. "Patty would always tell me to be honest about my past with whoever I began seeing, gives them a better chance. It sorta works, they try to be more understanding, and it makes it hard...to hide behind that when shit goes wrong."

[herostoried]

"Oh... umm, thank you!" Shota's response takes Ochako by surprise, and now she feels a bit bad for assuming that he would be worried. But it's a nice feeling as well, to be told that he thinks she's capable.

"It's fine! It's actually been quite peaceful. Just..." How does she put this? She trusts Aizawa, and she feels comfortable talking to him, but she always feels a little bad about taking up his time, especially with something she's talked with him about already.

"I was thinking about Sir Nighteye again. I feel like I should be over what happened, but... I don't know. I just suddenly felt really helpless again."

What's frustrating is that she doesn't know what brought it on. And it's not like she thinks she shouldn't be upset, per se - it wasn't that long ago that he died, after all. It's just that she thought she'd got over her doubts by now. Can she really call herself a hero when she keeps letting everything hold her back?

@ravenbled ( continued! )

[macabretcles]

@pomniegranate // prev

      Oh! The jester, they can speak! How funny? Not really. She wasn't saying anything funny like a J E S T E R would. A bit disappointing isn't it? They're meant to be funny. Not... Depressing.

      "Other than your face? The look of an extensional crisis perhaps?" He states it rather simply as he tilts his head, before he's looking away. "That won't get you far here."

[wxtchpilot]

[ from here / @friendshipstates ]

Suletta looked in the distance, surprised to see the large mech fighting. What in the world was that? Was...fighting this monster something that's normal for them? It wasn't a mobile suit so she never seen anything like it before.

"I-It's okay to just fight something that big?? Will it be o-okay?!"

He sounded like he had confidence in them so maybe that meant she should too.

"I'm, uh...Suletta Mercury. P-Pleasure to meet you! And her name is A-Aerial. This is all n-normal for you?"

[iobartach]

@magnetic-regent-magneto // continued from: x

For as much as his own ego would permit him, Miguel had liked to think that he wasn't easily startled-- at least when it came to normal encounters. But, in the case of certain exceptions, such thoughts had tended to buckle, losing traction the moment that he lays his sights upon a man that the historical record claimed had perished nearly a century ago, during the collapse of the previous Heroic Age.

"Glad we've got that covered." Pretending to agree for now, he hadn't missed that strained inflection, a tell-tale sign that he'd been sent from the past to the here and now. Displaced, on guard, and very much in receipt of the same abilities that had caused the mutant's record to be flagged as concerning by the systems that Miguel had sought to consult.

"Could always try the hard way if you prefer." Parting with a retort of his own invention, the Spider daringly gambled that it would be the first notch in a collection that could help to distinguish his incarnation of the webslinging hero, but kept it at that. He wasn't overly keen on drawing the ire of a man known to shape metal into any form that he wishes, even if his pulse did thrum at the thought of colliding with one of the most potent and capable mutants to have ever lived.

"You're nowhere... quite literally, in this case." Playing the part of knowledgeable tour guide, a moment was given to let such news sink in as he pressed his thighs closer together, perched close to the edge of an elevated mound of rubble the entire time. Out of some faint modicum of respect, Miguel chose to not brother wasting time on painting an optimistic vision; enough hopes and dreams had been shattered in this place to last several lifetimes.

"In what you had known as New York. In the year 2099." And again, because he must, because this isn't how the Canon is meant to go, he further adds. "I'm gonna need to send you back home." Long before Doom or anyone else could capitalise on Magneto's unexpected visit to the future.