#aapothic

[emmatriarchy]

@aapothic liked for a random starter

"... you should probably listen to your mother. She knows Essex."

[thissquirrelgirl]

For @aapothic

Mister Blolbfish is here to remind everyone that they are awesome!

[shapeshyft]

Disgust. Like a stripe of blood across her eyes, keeping the sun from blinding her. It's not easily hidden, despite all her accomplishments and abilities. She knows the blame lies elsewhere, as it always does, but as she looks down at @aapothic all she can feel for her is disgust.

❝ What do you want? ❞

[mcmorare]

@aapothic sent: "hey, look what i found. a dead guy."

“You found a what?” Katrina immediately turns to Shiori, brows furrowed and eyes slightly widened. Maybe the kid was just making some weird joke - it wasn’t like she hadn’t done that before - but in Katrina’s line of work, bodies weren’t exactly an unusual thing to find. So, naturally, her first thought was that there was an actual, literal dead body. “You're sure he's dead?”

[kravinova]

@aapothic sent: ‘ maybe we should do this more often. ’ | reluctant allies

A small smile crossed Ana’s face at the sentiment. The girl had been well trained by someone, that much was clear. She fought well, for someone so young. An interesting case, one that almost made Ana want to dig a little deeper. But that was something that could wait for another time. 

“Maybe if we run into each other again. I will gladly beat up more men with you if the opportunity arises.” 

[itsybitsypeterparker]

@aapothic <3'd for a starter!

"Wait-wait a second! I don't wanna hurt you. I wanna help you! I mean, I don't know what you're trying to do but I definitely don't want to fight you unless we have to." Peter held up both his hands in the air, trying to show he meant the girl no harm. He honestly didn't know her morals or what her plan was. But she didn't seem excessively aggressive so why start with a skirmish if you could talk things out?

[toxintouches]

&. 𝐡𝐨𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

@aapothic sent: ❛ honey, there is no right way. ❜

“Yeah, Shiori! Sing it!” Rogue giggled. So maybe they were having a little dance party in the kitchen. Sue her. It was a Saturday. They were allowed to have a little fun, even if they were just staying in.

[castsrunes]

@aapothic said: « don’t hit me »

❛ I'm not going to hit you. What makes you think I would? ❜

[sebastianshaw]

12. what roleplay trends do you remember from the year you started tumblr rp? how did you feel about those trends?

People used to do bias list/follow forevers, where they made a post basically listing all their favorite people. On the one hand I can see how it very likely made a lot of people feel bad that they weren't on the list, on the other I admit I felt so thrilled when I was on someone's list and loved it, and also wasn't bothered when I wasn't. I personally never made them though because I was so afraid of making anyone feel left out. @aapothic

[wistrea]

❛  did you know you talk in your sleep?  ❜

although the witch was very much awake, she remained silent for a long while, as though trying to find her grip on reality still, the thought lingering in the back of her mind : I FELL ASLEEP? THAT DOESN'T SOUND RIGHT ... she had enough trouble dozing off in her own bed as it was, to find herself sleeping in a place unfamiliar and not within her own space was nearly impossible for her to believe. still, eventually she pushes herself to sit up and run a hand through her hair with lithe fingers, though the furrow between her brows does not remedy itself.

❛     did you know it's creepy to stare when someone's asleep?      ❜ drowsiness does little to dull her sharp tongue as she glances at the stranger, raising a brow. ❛     don't pay too much attention to it. it's probably nonsense as it is, considering i dreamed of crows chasing me.      ❜ a blatant lie; she hadn't dreamed of anything, and that in itself was strange.

@aapothic

[emmatriarchy]

@aapothic asked: ❛ how can you be this cheery already? we haven't even had breakfast. ❜ (for Alison B.laire)

🎸 -- "One, I'm not hungover. Two, I've got a gig tonight!" The punk rocker smirked. Felt good to wake up with a clear mind, she might try it more often.

[itsaninfestation]

“ ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ “ for my muse to tell your muse a pun.

"Hey, when does a bad joke become a dad joke?"

....

"When it becomes a parent (apparent)!"

[thissquirrelgirl]

"does this look infected to you?"

Doreen glanced down at Shiori's arm -- either the bite mark there was from an opponent that fought dirty or the girl was the first of many in the zombie apocalypse.

"That looks pretty red," Squirrel Girl said with a buck-toothed frown. "I'd go get that looked at if I were you."

[mcmorare]

@aapothic sent: ❛ You look like you’re gonna pass out. Have you eaten anything today? ❜ | kniv.es ou.t starters

Katrina leaned back against the wall, taking a breath. Admittedly, she probably should have had a bit more to eat and drink earlier, but she hadn’t exactly anticipated just how long she’d be out. Nevertheless, she was determined not to pass out.

“I’ll be fine. Just needed a minute.” She stands straight again, giving the girl a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry.”

[positivelybeastly]

‘ PATCH. ‘  - [ your ] muse starts to heal / bandage [ mine ]

"This is damned irritating, I'll have you know."

It didn't come naturally anymore, to use his considerable medical expertise to heal - that was no longer his role. In part, that was his choice, he was now a designated protector of Krakoa rather than a healer, but in part, it was because no-one wanted him to touch them.

But needs must, and Dr. Reyes and all the other healers were currently indisposed. So it was him.

Bandaging this child.

"I have a great many things I could be doing, but here I am, mending splinters and boo boos."

A long time ago, or so it felt, Hank had been the love of children everywhere - big, blue, warm, soft, snuggly, always smiling. Not quite so much anymore.

"Well? Do you at least have anything to say for yourself? I'm stuck with you for the moment, the least you can do is talk."

[positivelybeastly]

"I talk so that I can hear intelligent conversation. There's precious little of it to be had on this island, and quite frankly, this entire interaction is only continuing that trend. By my standards, I've done you quite a favour, and all you can do is whine."

Beast shook his head in irritation, silently glad for the reassurance that his giving up on people had been well-founded. He'd tried for too long to help and gotten shit all for it in return, and every time the habit tried to come back out of sheer force, people like Shiori were nice enough to remind him why he'd stopped.

The Director of X-Force snorted, almost violently at her question, and he gave her a look of pure, concerted sardonicism, choosing his words very carefully so that nothing he said could be used against him if Sinister got ahold of this footage and wished to use it as leverage in the Quiet Council chambers.

"What am I going to do about it? Why, nothing, of course. Nathaniel Essex, the fruity little bitch known colloquially as Mister Sinister, is a member of the Quiet Council, the only body on this green Earth that I answer to. Why would I act against a political representative of the nation that I am pledged to defend? If he's chosen to turn you into a non-consenting surveillance device, who am I to judge? I'm sure he has a good reason for it."

A spurious answer, of course - the amount that he'd done to undermine various members of the Council as it suited him, and the amount of times he'd outright flaunted their authority to suit his own agendas, scarcely bore counting, but was he going to admit that? In a recording? Where it could be used against him?

Why, fuck no, he wasn't.

"I'm merely giving you the information to act upon as you will. You are, after all, a free agent." He glanced at her eye significantly, his meaning plain, his mockery silent.

"Well. A mostly free agent."

“I don’t know you from a crack in the wall so I don’t know if you talk just to hear your own voice or if you’re as direct as a brick to the head.” Shiori closed her still-good eye; her mind was feeding off his annoyance and the pain wasn’t helping her keep it under control either. Like a sponge, that small tumour of anger was starting to grow in the middle of her brain.

Hearing the sloshing of water, her eye opened momentarily to spy the offer drink. Probably to get her to shut up while she drenched her parched throat. And stave off the need to vomit. She braced it against her side as he talked, thumb and forefinger flicking the white plastic cap off into the distance somewhere, forgotten and uncared for. She reminded herself to take small sips so as not to upend her entire belly of water onto the ground.

On hearing that she was just another tool, however, she paused in her drink. She should be upset, more than she was capable of, and yet she felt not a damn thing about this revelation. She knew from the get-go that Essex had some ulterior motive to let her wander around, unleashed. And now it was finally laid before her. Another tool in his belt to likely throw away once he was done using her.

“Exciting isn’t the word I’d use. The real question is, knowing what you know, what are you going to do about it?” Another sip and a stifled burp punctuated the end of that question.