#alniiyat

[illusioned]

𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑  for  @alniiyat .

          𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐆𝐄 ,  normalcy is an understatement.     with beings from other worlds and galaxies beyond, to supposed myths brought to life from pages of a story book, to people turning into ashes before one’s very eyes without rhyme or reason.     nothing about this world is normal.     normal is having a job dedicated to your life’s work, where someone appreciates your viewpoints and outlook on the future.     normal is forming a relationship who is able to strip you down to your coded core till you’re nothing but ones and zeroes.     normal is strenuously swallowing down tablets that swear it guarantees to keep the six foot tall bunny rabbit at bay.     normal is being upstaged by the one person you trusted your whole livelihood with, ending with a “it’s not you, it’s me, but it’s actually you” and a pink slip.     normal is getting a dog, twice the size of an average one but with soft brown eyes that could do no harm.     normal is checking the news, day after day for any results after millions of people suddenly vanish, clinging to a fading hope that one name will surface.     if this is the normal, then quentin is used to it by now. 

the barking of his saint bernard from the foyer causes for him to be shaken out of his thoughts.     it hasn’t been the first time he’s zoned out while doing menial tasks such as making breakfast, and it certainly won’t be the last.     sleep has been avoiding him like the plague, and it just so happened to be his luck that both his doctor and his pharmacist got “dusted” into oblivion.     he’s doesn’t blame the staff for him being off his meds for a couple months, he just hates waking up to the menacing figure of frank tapping against the other side of the mirror when he checks his reflection.     swallowing hard, he flips the bacon over with a smooth sizzle.     “ tony, quiet please ! ”     he calls over the incessant barking.     it stops, but only for a few seconds before resuming, leaving quentin to sigh heavily and march through his house to the front entrance.     

however, once he gets there, creaking hardwood flooring come to a halt as quentin stares at the scene before him.     tony the dog sits with his tail wagging and tongue lolling out like the good boy that he is, but his attention was directed towards the figure that stood by the entrance.     tony stark himself, looking a little weary and a bit more grey, but in one piece nonetheless.     quentin’s throat locks up, a momentary look of panic, but the second is short lived as he shakes his head, long tendrils of stray hair swaying slightly in front of his face.     “ t o n y , ”     he playfully chastises his dog, who looks over his shoulder at quentin with a look that could very well be of blissful happiness.     “ how many times have i told you not to play in my lab.     now, i gotta figure out which machine you put on. ”     quentin hadn’t remembered programming his illusion of tony to look quite like that.     but he hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep for weeks, so perhaps his memory wasn’t exactly up to par.     nevertheless, he waves his arm to beckon them forward into his house.     “ you too, stark.     come on. ”     and quentin had already turned around, oblivious to his dog brushing up against the image of tony stark instead of going through it. 

[a-shelasso]

❝ THE WORLD IS LUCKY to have you, Tony Stark. ❞

Diana knows this with as much certainty as she knows that love is the only remedy for pain. She smiles at him, her face bright enough for flowers to grow there. 

❝ I believe they may be more lucky to have your protection than that of Iron Man.  ❞

It’s okay to just be you, she means. 

@alniiyat

[scxrletwxndaarc]

@alniiyat liked for a starter (tony) !

Wanda always felt like things were...unsettled between her and Tony. Truth be told, by the time she had come around to the Avengers, let alone joining them, there just hadn’t been time. She went from stagnating in a cell, barely able to feel anything more than hate, to suddenly pushing the limits of her powers and figuring out just how she fit into a team that was larger than her and Pietro. And things only took a sharper plunge down from there. But, in the aftermath of everything, it seems petty to not let the old grudges go. But every time she tries to peel away the cold, cramped grasp on that lingering darkness, her feelings slip back into their old, comfortable position curled around it. And, honestly, if Vision hadn’t managed to convince her to drop them complete, what hope does she really have now? She figures talking to Stark is her last chance to give up the pain. She absolutely doesn’t need any more than what is already hanging heavily in his heart. But all the best intentions aren’t going to force the words out of her mouth now that she’s face to face with him. “I...I guess I should have known we were not getting rid of you so easily.”

[partsofthemachine]

@alniiyat​ is an mvp and ❤’d for allison & diego

There was a brief shining moment where Allison is okay. When she peels the tape of her throat and lays the healing scar bare and doesn’t immediately burst into tears. She has other scars, worse scars and she’s learned to hide them. Behind make up and pretty clothes and glittering jewelry. Created a mask that hid away her pain like it never exists.

She opens her mouth, tries to speak. I heard a rumor that you’re okay, Allison Hargreeves. How many times has she said that to herself? Looked in the mirror and whispered it over and over and over until it’s true. Only this time she can’t say anything. The words slice through her throat and die on her lips. Because Allison is powerless, helpless.

Weak.

Allison has never been weak but she feels it now. Weak in the knees as she slides to the bathroom floor, presses her back against the cabinet doors under the sink. Silent tears prick at the corners of her eyes and slid down her cheeks.

And she grew up with six siblings, she knew better than to leave the bathroom door wide open even if all she was doing was changing bandages.She doesn’t even get the catharsis of yelling at Diego to go away. Instead, she settles on glaring at his boots as she violently wipes away tears before he can see them. Allison’s already at her lowest, there’s no need to rub salt in the wound by letting her brothers know.

[sufferawiitch]

@alniiyat            ↪ starter call 

CHAOS. It has all been sheer chaos and Wanda’s number one goal to protect others and survive, to not be washed away into ash once more. Though she could have sworn she had seen a familiar face on the battlefield, one lost to her, but it was easy to shake away. Just remnants of her being DEAD, she told herself. But that was during the heat of battle and now, in the aftermath, there was no easy way of denying his face, of looking the other way. Her blood ran cold, ultimately FREEZING her to her very core. It was a twisted dream wrapped in a familiar face, one that had haunted Wanda for so long, a sorrow that lingered just beneath the surface. Unspoken but ACHING all the same.  How was he——— even she, who had just returned from death couldn’t understand.

Her feet moved forwards finally, crossing rubble and ash, though she felt as if she were in a trance moving on her own. It simply wasn’t possible, NONE of this was. But rather than close the distance between them completely, Wanda came to a halt still feet away. Cautious, as if she were waiting for him to possible FADE AWAY like a demented dream. And then there was the small voice in her head: if he was there, was Vision somewhere? Were all those lost here? But green eyes saw no one else, she could feel no one else around.    ❝      I do not understand this. You are———      ❞    Wanda couldn’t finish the sentence, couldn’t bare to say that word again. DEAD. He was dead and gone but there he stood.

[volantt]

x || @alniiyat ( &HARLEY ) || s.c.

        She trusts too easily. She sees the good before the bad, the silver lining standing out to her first before the actual gradient of the cloud itself. But please, do not mistake her trust for gullibility. 

        “I do not want to inflict the hurt on you. If you are here looking for a fight, I do not wish to partake in the exchanging of combats.” It isn’t necessarily a warning, but rather a soft plea. You can see it in her eyes. You can hear it in her voice that’s been steeping in benevolence. “Regardless,” an audible exhale, a genuine smile tugging, tugging, tugging. “It is very nice to see you again.” 

[omatics]

♥   ──   she’s  starting  to  feel  a  little  lost ,  so  she  reaches  for  his  hand .  that  comforting  warmth  he  has  is  dulled ,  though .  grace  can’t  explain  why  it  makes  her  eyes  sting .  but  she  smiles ,  like  that  was  all  she  was  ever  made  to  do. 

this  one ,  she thinks ,  this  one’s  ready .  he’s  made  it ,  it’s  time  to  let  him go .  but  how  to  phrase  it ? 

❝   you  know  something ,  diego ?   ❞

grace  asks ,  leaning  in  like  she’s  armed  with  love  and  secrets .  

❝   i  think  you’ve  outgrown  this  house ,  dear .  i  think  that  big ,  wide  world’s  more  your  size .  why  don’t  you  go  explore  it ,  huh ?  for  me .   ❞

* ( @alniiyat  ) ↳ liked !

[galaeus]

STARTER ; @alniiyat (NICK)

                       “------IS THE FIRE ESCAPE too much to ask for?” Yes, it is. Yes, Nick will probably have one hell of a time getting up here. But she can lay him ten to one that climbing up a ladder might just be his saving grace from the guys parked outside her complex’s front doors in the hopes to snag a so-called ‘celebrity’ on the run. Truth be told, it’s easier just to be here ---- she’d go to his place in a heart beat if it didn’t mean a disguise and exhausting herself before she reached 33rd Street. 

When her living room window rattles, however, the girl leaps to her feet, phone forgotten on the couch cushions beneath her. “Wow. Okay. You already --- beat me to it.” There’s an abrupt, happy pause, breath caught in her throat as she points to the bag. “Is that food?”

[prcsopamoved]

𝐀  𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃  𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊  𝐀𝐍𝐃  𝐀  𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍  𝐓𝐎  𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇  ,  he’s  all  grins  and  murder  when  the  moment  is  right  .  ❛    let’s  play  a  game  ,  shall  we  ?      ❜  a  laugh  ,  it  fills  the  air  ,  ❛  what  do  you  think  i  am  ,  the  WOLF  or  the  savior  ?     ❜ 

@alniiyat  ❤  ‘d for zsasz !

[allstories]

sc.        /         @alniiyat

❝  I’M  CURIOUS     ——     was  that  whole  ten - year  spat  between  the  trojans  and  the  greeks  really  all  over  a  single  woman  ?          and  a  single  ,     human    woman  at  that  ?          seems  a  bit     SILLY     if  you  ask  me .  ❞

[illusioned]

“I came in here expecting a trick, but you’re a real treat.” WHOOPS. ~

𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒   //   currently  accepting .

               𝐀 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇  exhales from his lungs, head ducking slightly to shake in mock dismay.     “ that the best you got, stark ? ”     leaning back in his chair, he looks up from behind the work station desk bits of machinery and papers of intricate designs clutter its top.     their latest project they’ve been working on together the past few weeks.     though, those papers have a bad habit of being pushed onto the floor without warning.     nevertheless, quentin manages a smile as he hoists himself up to his feet to wander over.     as if like a reflex, his hands slip around the hem of tony’s jeans and settle on the soft fabric engulfing his lower back.     they’re close, not enough to lean in and steal breath, but enough to feel that gentle warmth of a flame that a moth is drawn to.     a warmth of familiarity. 

“ you gotta step up your game, ”     he chastises, lips pursed together, a blatant show of unamusement, though the joviality in his eyes betray him.     “ we got that big costume party to get ready for later, remember ?     have you even picked out your costume ? ”     a quick lick of his lips as he glances down, unapologetically taking in the sight of the man before him.     the freshly trimmed beard, the slightly damp hair, and that all too familiar blue glowing in time with his breath.     “ i was gonna go as douchebag billionaire, but it seems like you’ve already got that covered. ”

[a-shelasso]

HOW LONG WAS SHE meant to wait? The truth is she knew the moment Mike was late that he would not come. An hour trickled into another; Diana stranded in a glittering red dress, clasping a flute of champagne that felt stale on her tongue. Yet, the ongoing delusion that he might arrive was more welcome than the cold reality he was likely rotting away in a cheap room. That his life was slipping from him as he pumped poison into his veins. He could be splayed upon a dirty bed, his mouth slack with death... 

Her heels pinch her feet as she walks the long journey to where she knows him to be. The pain is a welcome distraction from intrusive thoughts. But there is no avoiding the truth when Diana reaches his door. Her fingers curl into a fist before she knocks. Slowly at first, then urgently, until the door splinters beneath her vigor. 

❝ Mike! ❞ The scream that spills from her throat is feral, like one belonging to a wild animal. Her heart splits apart. 

@alniiyat

[sonicanary]

alniiyat replied to your post: i mean, they literally did titties on Batman &...

why would they even cut them out omfg why was this neccESSARY.

i honestly think they wanted us to imagine him naked ??? like we’re thirsty for batitties lmao 

[zimvasion]

"On the contrary, I think you should say 'fuck'. Please, shout it to the world. Say it to Dib, I'm sure it's his favorite word. Say it to the wrong person. I'll laugh when you bleed." -Tak (I CANNOT RESIST)

Although its against his better judgement to listen to one of his enemies, Tak sounded like she knew what she was talking about. She had actually managed to become friends with some humans when she was on his planet ( how disgusting, ), so perhaps during that time she had also managed to pick up some of their slang.

❝ I thought you hated me or whatever, so I don’t quite understand why you’re trying to assist me now. However, I will take your filthy advice into consideration. ❞ 

❝ ..Er, wait, did you say something about my blood? ❞

[icxnquer-archive]

「  alniiyat requested a starter 」

❝ If you were threatened, would they really come to your defense? ❞

[chooserofslain]

THE VALKYRIE WAS MOMENTARILY UNSTEADY ON HER FEET -- for all her prowess & ASGARDIAN might, the photon blast sent a spray of galaxies across her eyes & sent the warrior tumbling backward, almost completely stunned. By the time she hit the pavement - the world was still spinning but a smile was spreading wide & ridiculous across full lips.  

“ No way that was --- ” hitching herself up on one elbow the Valkyrie grinned, eyes focused on Carol, “ ALL you’ve got ! ”

*: ·ﾟ✧ ⚔ s. c. / carol danvers / @alniiyat