#ANSWERED; KNXCKHISASSOUT.

[wthwolvesar]

send 💙 to put a blanket on my muse;  accepting.  @knxckhisassout​ puts a blanket on:  roman.  

           there are many nights that he listens to them argue.  someone has to know that he’s there,  around the corner,  or they truly do believe he’s asleep when their hushed voices turn to yells and through the wall he can make out their palatable anger.  always the same things  --  about his life,  about phil’s choices,  about whether or not he really loves carol.  (  roman thinks he does,  just like he thinks that he loves him,  but he doesn’t always say it right.  it’s not like he says things right half the time either,  so he doesn’t say that to phil.  )

          sometimes they sort it out.  sometimes they don’t.  when carol comes to check on him,  peeking her head through the door,  he knows it’s not a day that they’ve got it together.  because the front door opens and closes and phil’s going to where ever it is that phil goes when he’s mad.  and if they fixed it,  she would go with him,  back only a little bit later.  he doesn’t know what they do when they get in the car,  but they don’t drive anywhere together.  that was an investigation for later. 

          carol smiles at him,  grabs the blanket from where he’s shoved it and spreads it up to his chin.  roman looks at her,  watery eyes and all,  and thinks that he could beat up phil himself if he had to.  catch him off guard.  tell him to be nicer to his m ----  

           “   where does he go?  “  roman asks,  “  when he leaves.  “ 

[withlwolvesarchive]

“if it ever gets too scary … you just let me know, okay?”

STRANGER THINGS. accepting, ( @knxckhisassout ). 

          today it’s just him,  auntie carol,  and stevie.  they decide that they want to watch something scary,  something like their older brothers and charlee might want to watch.  carol looks through them until she finds one that is acceptable  –  killer clowns from outer space.  stevie makes a whooping noise,  and andrew grins wide.  clowns.  

          “  it won’t be too scary!  “  both boys promise.  (  the reason they’re in her room later that night isn’t because of the movie,  of course.  it’s just to come give her a hug and to test how good her bed is for sleeping.  ) 

[darcywho]

Wait For Me...

@knxckhisassout

It’s been four years since he began darkening her flower shop in the mortal realm. 

1,460 days since he’s started calling her Carol. Over two million minutes wracking his brain trying to figure out how to bring her back to herself. To Persephone.  

Sometimes, he catches a glimpse of her and thinks he sees it coming back. Other times he’ll say something, and she’ll look at him like he’s crazy. 

He’s had to make trips back to the Underworld, to catch up on the queue of souls, intermittently. When she’s asked the umbrella phrase of supplier meetings and inventory auditing typically satisfies her curiosity, and after the first dozen times, her questions shorten to “Good trip?” and “Did you have any fun while you were there?” 

It’s not entirely coincidence that has him making those trips during the solstices. Irony, perhaps, but not coincidence. This time around, he’s preparing to be gone for the winter. 

The Fates are surely laughing at him now. 

It’s just...too hard even for a god to see her smile up at a snowy sky and catch the crystalline flakes in her hair and on her eyelashes. To not feel the all-consuming pain of longing. 

As Danny and Carol, they’ve gotten closer. Spending more time together. One of her older customers, an older woman gardener who comes in for a new plant or pot every so often and likes to talk had asked Carol, “Who’s that nice young man who’s always in here? Is he your boyfriend?” Like a coward he hurried out before hearing the answer, the bell on her door ringing after him like a mocking laugh. 

That same bell chimes now as he pushes his way into the shop, carrying the same white and purple freckled orchid he brought when he found her. The one that belongs to her. 

“Hey!” she greets him smilingly. Like sunshine even still. “Don’t tell me you need to repot this again.” The delicate thud of the ceramic pot punctuating her words. Her fingers gently examine its leaves and petals, even prod at the soil it’s planted in. 

“No, no,” he reassures her, bringing up his open hands reflexively. “I, well, I have a favor to ask, actually.” She quirks a brow at him and waits. “I’ll be gone on another business trip for a while this time, pretty much the whole winter,” he explains quickly. “You know this is pretty much the only plant I keep, so I was hoping that you would take care of it while I’m gone?” 

Her nose scrunches up in consideration. Hades is familiar with the look, like she’s rearing up to tease him by feigning irritation and exaggerating the imposition. “When you say the whole winter, are you saying I’ll have to care for your orchid for three months or four months? How are you going to compensate me for this favor?” 

There’s a mental tug on the far reaches of his periphery; someone--no, Thanatos--calling for him. He has to go. 

“I suppose you’ll have until the Equinox to decide what you want,” he sidesteps instead with a half-smile of his own. Thanatos is calling more urgently, so he walks backwards to the door and never breaks eye contact. 

And then in the most ironic twist of the cosmos--the Fates are cackling so loudly he can almost hear them--he looks at Carol and tells her as Hades, not Danny, “I’ll see you next spring.” 

[khakeravdova-archive]

RULES . answer  the  questions  in  a  new  post  &  tag  20  blogs  you  would  like  to  get  to  know  better.     (  repost  don’t  reblog !  )

TAGGED BY:  @the-blackest-spider​ TAGGING: @interdimensional-kickerofbutt @pepperpxtts @thcpuniiishcr @lethallittlespiderx @zzapzzaptasers @agentmorse @rizhii @shot18 @damagedtoysoldier @knxckhisassout @decohesion @radrand @franklinnelsonforthedefense whoever else wants to do it 

NICKNAME: Hazel ( or Ray )  STAR SIGN:  Scorpio HEIGHT: 5′4.5″ CURRENT TIME: 7:30 pm (gonna queue this for munday tho)

PRONOUNS: I prefer They/Them but am okay with She/Her

SINGLE OR TAKEN: Single

SEXUALITY: Queer Ace-spectrum

FAV MUSIC ARTIST: Vienna Teng, Florence & The Machine, Of Monsters and Men, Imagine Dragons, Fall Out Boy,  SONG STUCK IN YOUR HEAD: Ex’s and Ohs - Elle King LAST MOVIE WATCHED: Deadpool LAST SHOW WATCHED: Leverage

RP EXPERIENCE HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): 15-ish? yrs

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: Neopets, Gaia Online, MSN Messenger, AIM, LJ, Email. Text Tumblr

BEST EXPERIENCE: Honestly? Anything developing long term storylines makes me happy. 

FEMALE OR MALE MUSE: Either? 

MULTI OR SINGLE: Usually single, but I did have one multimuse blog for characters that canonically shared a body (Valkryie and Annabelle Riggs) 

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: AAAANGST. And fluff. Smut can come too I guess. ba dum tss. (but not here. Fai is ace af)

PLOTS OR MEMES: *insert Both gif from El Dorado*

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I like both, but do enjoy the depth that comes with length. 

BEST TIME TO WRITE: All the time? 

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): Um... I am not a child assassin. BUT I am awkward af. 

WHEN DID YOU CREATE YOUR BLOG: 1/1/2017 but it’s a reboot of my older blog from January 2013.  WHAT KIND OF STUFF DO YOU POST: other than threads, just stuff pertaining to Faina and people important to her. And some OOC tings.  OTHER BLOGS: @ironpipsqueak​  WHY DID YOU CHOOSE YOUR URL: Well the previous account was redroomdropout but I decided to give an update. Since 616 took her old codename of recluse I decided to find another type of spider. Since the Recluse and the Sicarius are related, that’s what she became. ALSO have you EVER seen a Sicarius bury itself in the sand??? IT IS SO CUTE. 

HOGWARTS HOUSE: Hufflepuff  POKEMON TEAM: Instinct FAVORITE COLOR: Blue AVG HOURS SLEEP: 8 LUCKY NUMBER: 16 HOW MANY BLANKETS DO YOU SLEEP WITH: One, usually all tangled up around my legs.  DREAM JOB: NO IDEA HAHAHA

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[wthwolvesar]

💪 i would like to hold my boy pls

SEND 💪 TO PICK UP / CARRY MY MUSE. accepting, ( @knxckhisassout ). 

          when he first comes to shield,  and comes to know her,  they bicker back and forth.  it’s all in good play,  though,  as roman’s seriousness for his age can be left at the door when she pushes him well and good enough  --  and it’s what gives them that first,  tight bond.  months later,  spending more and more time together,  in their little family unit  --  things fall more into a role that nobody would have expected.  

           he won’t remember this moment.  the blood and the tears and his one of many close calls,  but this was almost the worst,  because he was too young.  (  he’ll remember that part later,  carol’s crying and phil’s voice and how this is what he had to do.  that he was alive,  goddammit,  and she wasn’t his goddamn mother.  ) 

         but it was her that carried him to the emergency room,  it was her that held him so tight so that no more damage could come to him.  and it was him,  half conscious,  that twisted his fingers into her shirt and called out for her.  mom,  mom,  mom.  

[illwriteatragedy]

@knxckhisassout for christmas 

i. 

          most christmas have been spent with a few different families,  a few different things here and there that never really made it past the next home.  before that,  in the orphanage,  he doesn’t remember much:  probably sick in bed when there was nothing to give out anyway.  and the in-between,  well.  that was the only time he could remember it being something happy and full of cheer.  

          he expects nothing and when there’s something,  it still surprises him.  from both phil and carol.  it’s a few days after christmas but it’s easy to copy the things that they have given them;  for carol,  he buys her pretty dark socks with stripes that seem fuzzy enough to relax in,  and phil gets the first of many ties that will come his way over the years.

ii. 

          this time,  he’s more prepared on what he gets her.  he’s thought about and what she doesn’t have and he finally settles on what he thinks might be good.  he tells phil exactly what he wants to purchase it  --  it’s beyond his budget,  but he doesn’t know that.  all he wants is for her to like the model death star when she rips open the wrapping. 

         if he’s disappointed that she has to leave,  he tries his best not to show it. 

iii.

         after russia,  after everything with carol,  he doesn’t feel like he’s in the best place.  not like himself.  and while phil is good at keeping his grounded,  he wanted a little something more then just that  --  a place that phil just couldn’t replace,  and so he calls her and waits.  feels his heart thud in his chest until she answers. 

          if he cries after the call,  he never says anything. 

iv.

          he holds charlee up to put the star on the top of the tree,  some years later.  she laughs and giggles and he almost refuses to give her up to anyone else,  her chubby arms around his neck.  it’s the most he’s felt like family in years with her and the rest of them in the room, and, well,  

          they are his family,  even if they never say it out-loud. 

[tahitiwoke]

ANGER DEMANDS AN ANSWER.  ||   VERSE: I STILL ICE SKATE ( EVEN THOUGH THERE IS DANGER )

mystique ( @sapphirescales ) has been playing a long game; previously stalwart enemies, phil believes he and raven have formed a truce, working to build a potentially fruit-bearing working relationship. he intends to convince her to help shield as it continues to track down meta-humans, mutants and superpowered beings in order to bring them under the umbrella of the sokovia accords and the superhuman registration act. mystique has other plans. 

yelena belova ( @nizshiy ) is on the run underground after being outed as a metahuman to the world, drawing unwanted attention from her former colleagues within the red room and department x. her hard-earned empire as a business mogul is in ruins, her budding romance with the former red guardian ( @russiasredguardian ) tarnished, her son hidden from her -- blood is in the water. 

as yelena and raven partner up for revenge, they plot the murder of coulson, captain marvel ( @knxckhisassout ) and anyone else who stands behind them. 

phil’s days are numbered -- and who knows what mystique and the black widow have planned. 

[illwriteatragedyar]

@knxckhisassout // sc. 

           he stares at the tv for a while until the scene is over,  thinking hard.  he’s always been matter of fact with his questions,  and if phil wasn’t here to answer,  he was going to ask carol.  

           “  why do they do that.  i don’t want to put my tongue in someone’s mouth.  “

[tahitiwoke]

phil and romantic love

META MEME!

ONE HUNDRED PERCENT SUCKER-PUNCHED. anyone who has stuck with me since i rocked up on imnotafanofbeingpoked, will know the fucking saga that has been carol & phil’s relationship and the neverending question of when will they just start being happy? ( the answer is never. obviously. )

phil is romantic. his entire professional life began with the romantic thought of WHAT IF I COULD SAVE THE WORLD? literally. when he was four years old, his mother bought him a comic book named CAPTAIN AMERICA. at ten, he climbed (and fell) out of a tree to save a cat because he was wearing his captain america socks. one his first day of high school, he nearly got hit by a car pushing a teacher out of the way because he had taken a captain america baseball card with him and tucked it into his jacket. he chose harvard because it was where the founding fathers of the SSR studied. he joined the cia because it was the closest he thought he would ever be able to get to making a real difference. he accepted nick fury’s job offer at SHIELD because he knew it would be a real, honest to god, opportunity for change. phil is a romantic person, CAUGHT UP IN AN IDEAL from his childhood, that never quite lives up to the fantasy. 

but romantic love. phil fell in love the moment he met carol. i’ve written a lot about this with the incredible @knxckhisassout​, but when it comes to romantic love, there’s no one phil expresses it more with than carol. falling in love with someone so deeply and trying to push it down or push it away, and then sacrificing it for what he believes is the GREATER GOOD is a romantic ideal, but it allows phil to do what he does best: negate responsibility. he fell in love and didn’t know what to do and so he jeopardised it. he couldn’t bring himself to make the choice between the life he had worked so hard to build (on faulty logic!) and the future he badly wanted to EXPERIENCE. it’s super fucked up! 

the cellist was an experiment in waking up. audrey was the ANTI-CAROL. an ordinary woman in an ordinary job, who was bright and talented but didn’t eclipse the world. to quote american gods: audrey occupied time, carol enriched. 

but as a person, he likes candles and magic. he’s a little blanche dubois, in a way, if only because he really wants his significant other to see only the best of him, and not the dirty awful shitty sides that he CONVINCES himself only exist for a current purpose and will be disposed of once he’s finished with them. (there’s that romantic idealism again! faulty logic!) 

SO. yeah. he’s a romantic soul who falls in love, has an extraordinary soft spot for his wife and… has an unhealthy hero complex.