#★──verse ■ undetermined

[kitaishi]

@castershot // the familiar, soothing chime near the bar's entrance tells tifa she has a customer, causing her to look up from counting her latest earnings in confusion. seventh heaven wasn't open yet - lunch hour had passed, and she always opened back around seven for the evening crowd. it was a fact everyone knew and respected it. for those that didn't? well, they usually understood after quickly meeting her boot. ' LOCKHART! ' her name is shouted from the first floor of the bar and she instantly recognizes the voice, rolling her eyes before standing to greet one of her most loyal customers - and first friends in this city.

❛ we're not OPEN yet starwind ! ’ tifa shouts back from the basement, mostly so the noise of the elevator coming down doesn't completely drown her out.

' a drink, lockhart! ' is his dry response back. all she can do is place her hands on her hips in disapproval - it was a useless act considering he couldn't see her but it helped make her feel a bit more in control of the situation. even if it was only by a little. chewing on her lip while she rises up to meet him, the elevator eventually stops and the pinball machine acting as its platform locks into place with a slight jerk and audible ' snap '. gene's already sitting at the bar when she hops off of it, waiting for her: a cheek resting against one hand while the fingers of his free hand drum impatiently across the counter. she sighs, moving to turn off the bar's signage outside - her method of letting patrons know she wasn't opening for the night.

tifa had a feeling she wasn't going to be in the mood to work much after this.

ruby eyes quietly observe him - desperately trying to get a read on his temperature - before she speaks again. ❛ dilly dally, shilly shally. ’ tifa mutters an old phrase her mother used to say while frustrated as she steps behind the counter and pulls out a dry glass from the dish rack. it feels like she's swallowing shards of glass with every word because all of it is so hard: to be decisive, to speak her mind, and to stand her ground even when it hurts. tifa feels like she's been on the verge of telling him to leave and go really be the man the little boy that trailed after him looked up to so many times. or at the very least, tell him to do her a favor and go drink himself to oblivion somewhere else instead. but smiling and pretending everything was alright was what she did best and certainly easier than saying the truth. even if all it did was make things worse. 

❛ alright... i'll make you a drink. ’ tifa begins with crossed arms and a shaky, deep breath. ❛ but first, we need to talk. ’

[ofgunsandlipstick]

americansentinel asked:

👣

Peggy’s never been more exhausted in her life, never experienced something that tested her fortitude and endurance as much as labor had. She’s sore and exhausted and tender in places she’d not known could be so tender. And yet, there is something more than magical she feels, a rush like nothing she’s ever experienced as she falls back against the pillows, tiny squirming bundle placed on her chest.

“Oh,” she breathes, craning her neck to get a look at the scrunched little face squalling. “It’s alright, little one, Mumma’s got you. Mumma’s right here.”

Little eyes peer up for a moment, turning towards the sound of her voice, and Peggy instantly loses her heart as she pulls the infant tight to her, fighting off tears of her own. “There, my love, there you are.”

She looks up again, this time unable to keep her eyes from becoming glassy with tears as she locks eyes with Steve. “Darling, come meet her.” Her gaze falls again to the little girl in her arms, voice going soft again. “Do you want to meet your Dada, love?”

Send Me 👣 For My Muse's Reaction To Holding Mine And Your Muse's Child For The First Time || accepting

[ebonyforged]

@gladiatohr​: 🗡️ - to point a weapon at your muse . 😳🤨?! || misc action memes (always accepting)

Guns, fists, bombs, it’s all fine, but Ebony fucking hates blades. They’re quick and unpredictable, their wounds always deceptively severe. A sharp blade will cut deep, but a dull blade will tear and leave even graver wounds.

This one sits against her neck and the sting of it is so distinct yet hard to place that she can’t tell if it has done any damage yet. Her neck feels hot, face flushed with equal parts panic and rage, so she wouldn’t be able to tell even if there were already blood seeping down.

At least she has something pointed at him, too, a decorated barrel pressed into his stomach.

“So now what? You hurt me, I hurt you, no one wins.”

[jojoingjoseph]

if his healer class had a skill that pulls teammates to him, he would totally stand in a boss's aoe then drag the tank to him and run

★ “ Look, I’m not saying you’ll likely die when I pull you here but I’m pulling you here anyway– Kick his Ass, Seabass! ” 

[ofnghtfall]

here’s a quick tag dump (2 of maybe 3 / ic related)

[ofgunsandlipstick]

Peggy’s lips curve into a bright grin as Steve pulls her in, kissing her. “And I won’t even make you stay on the couch,” she teases, stepping in as tightly to his hold as she possibly can.

@heroesfromtheashes​ || cont’d

[jojoingjoseph]

There is a bundle of flowers being held up by a small child. She's wearing gloves, because she doesn't want to hurt the flowers. - 8 y/o Julya; @ uhhhhhhh whichever Joseph adopted her idr u__u

★“ Did you pick these yourself? ” Joseph crouched down upon a knee in front of the tiny child called Julya, looking through the arrangement held in those small hands. “ I see you took especially good care to try to not eat them, real proud of ya, Jules~ ”

Would he have ever predicted this strange turn in his life? No, not even with his own Hermit Purple. A smile found it’s graces over his face, humming outwardly in appreciative tones while he gratefully accepted the flowers. Where did she even find the gloves in the first place? 

★“ That was pretty smart of you to find some gloves! ” Pride resonated in the fitful giggles that shook at his lungs, his free hand moving to ruffle the golden fields that adorned the small girl’s head in loving adoration. Small crackles of Hamon coated around the exposed portions of his bare forearms as it snaked it’s way around and pulled her into a firm embrace. 

As much of a pain in the ass as it had been to learn control over his Hamon, all those stupid and idiotically frustrating tasks he undertook all paid off to allow him to not be restrained by fear of direct skin to skin contact. Half-Pillar child or not, Joseph held no hesitation to showcase his adoration for the little runt as another round of fitful laughter erupted heartily.

★“ Thank you so much, they’re absolutely wonderful~! ” 

[datapadz]

a starter for @hopegained​ !!

She touched a hand to the bandage on her head, some feeble unconscious attempt that might somehow shake a memory loose. No luck, all she did was wince at the stab of pain. “I’m sorry. I wish I could help more---I woke up and I was here. That’s really all I can remember. I can’t even think of why I was traveling.”

From what he told her, there had probably been something unstable, flammable on board, and she’d gotten thrown free from the wreck somehow. What had she been doing on a cargo skiff, anyway? She wished she knew. (Her name would be nice, too.)

[ofgunsandlipstick]

“I know, my love,” Peggy replies, her arms wrapping around his waist as she pulls together. She tilts onto her toes and kisses his cheek. “No one said anything about all the time. Just every now and again.” Reaching up, she pushes his hair back and smiles up at him. “Let me take care of you?”

@heroesfromtheashes​ || cont’d

[polkapcp]

PINCHY, AIN’TCHA.

“… do I HAVE to be a client in this story of yours?” Gritt grumbled, having to walk a bit faster to keep up with the towering demon. Despite that the imp kept his own eyes peeled, his tail flicking behind him the longer they took. He was not very patient.

“… Gritt, told you before. Clem’s my girlfriend, short for Clementine. Bit fancy from where she came from but when drug dens get your name off of a box of fruit well guess you can’t be picky.” Taking out his phone he checked his messages before scowling, “Swear she thinks this is funny, assholes putting dumbass ideas in her head. She could of gotten killed in the extermination, or shot and dragged into a ditch, or picked up on the street by a weirdo.”

➦                                ❛ - don’ get cold feet && picky NOW, grittles. once they see y’uh ain’ WIT’ me, y’ur as good as fried eggs on a continental breakfast. - ❜

              a heel juts out to stop the other if he’s not paying attention to angel’s pace, the demon clearly on edge for a moment. one glance looks up to the street sign. ‘7TH AVENUE’ ; ❛ - shit, bad news. we need t’ take a detour. - ❜ it isn’t long after he speaks that the sudden repetitive gunfire howls into the air, not directed towards them, but it’s enough for angel to whisk gritt under a lower arm && book it into another alleyway.

                                ❛ - back route time — s’faster than takin’ the streets, but jus’ means ya godda ride shotgun f’er a bit. - ❜ a lone hand hooks a fire escape, angel quickly scaling to the building’s top height with gritt still held like a damn dog at his side. from overhead a gang war ensues, ricochets nailing either side as well as firing off in a haze. ANGEL looks absolutely revolted, though recoils as something flashes further off downtown. ( looked like it was 15TH, but that’s still nearby gritt’s doll. )

                                ❛ - aw’right, scamp. here goes th’ highlight ‘a my career. - ❜ two steps back, && angel’s full-on sprinting off the rooftop, && in the brief moment they’re airborne, gunfire whizzes by their forms before angel clamps the imp close to his stomach — only to dodge roll onto the next encompassing roof across the street. he only checks in on the other momentarily before restocking to his full eight feet, bolting off to repeat the previous stunt.

              this follows through until ‘13TH STREET’, angel slowing down as he wobbles to the edge of the canopy, searching the streetside for that scarf-laden maiden he’s been scouting for since this morning. ❛ - FUCK ; i tol’ that dumplin’—- - ❜ frustrated, he grabs his head as he vaults the one-story building’s edge && lands scrape-free on the cement. hands cusp his loudmouthed nature, gritt STILL coddled like a fucking rat underarm.

                                ❛ - -—TEENY ‘TINE, WHERE’D YA GO SWEETIE ? - ❜

[ofgunsandlipstick]

She’d grabbed him in a moment of desperation, knowing they were about to be made. And yet, it takes far longer than the necessary time for her to pull back from the kiss, running her thumb over the curve of her bottom lip. “Hmm,” she hums with a smile. “Certainly not the worst day I’ve had on the job.”

@heroesfromtheashes​ || cont’d

[ofgunsandlipstick]

“And you’re sure this is a good idea,” Peggy reiterates as she finishes tightening the straps on her pack. She turns to face Aelsa. It’s rare for her confidence to ever falter, but to travel to entirely different realm as a guest of royalty is certainly a large enough decision to give pause. “You want me to come with you. I won’t be cause for some national scandal, will I?”

@blackwidowandco​

[rodeclown]

WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY OFFICE.

“Quick, the carrot monsters are coming! Hide all of your veggietables in my beak! I might not eat them!” 

➦                                ❛ - —. . . - ❜

                               ❛ - a’right sweetie, where’s your DADDY-— - ❜

[ofgunsandlipstick]

@blackwidowandco​ || cont’d

Peggy ducks her head, laughing sheepishly as her cheeks color. “No, majesty,” she says. “This is certainly a first.” She looks up and meets her gaze, eyes sparkling. She feels as though she may speak freely here, naked in the queen’s bed. “Though none have been so enticing either.”

[ofgunsandlipstick]

@americashielded​ liked for peggy to steal their shirt!

She knows exactly what he’s going to comment on even before he opens his mouth. She’d pulled his shirt on the other night rather than finding hers, and realized just how soft his undershirts were. “It’s comfortable,” Peggy explains, glaring at Steve, daring him to disagree.

And maybe she liked having the smell of his soap around her.

[ofgunsandlipstick]

@pcraspcra​ || cont’d

She tries not to take the statement as read, though she can’t help the way nerves flutter in her stomach. Peggy takes just a moment to collect herself before she answers. “Only mostly?” she asks, taking care to keep her voice teasing. Looking up, Peggy meets his eye. “Are you happy with how it’s all turning out?”