#argenpluma

[corpose-a]

❝ my clients value my discretion, ❞ her voice effused warmth, consonants with a distinct corporate clip to them. violet crossed one leg over the other, the black-and-white glittering light of her optics rolling over him with interest. the club pulsed and throbbed outside their seats in the vip section. if their offer was better, she’d give it to him. vi had no strong attachment to her previous client, certainly not to his cause. biz was biz was biz. violet smiled. ❝ as i’m certain you do, mr. worthington. i couldn’t possibly give their identity to you. the data, however, ❞ violet shrugged and moved for her glass in a leisurely way, if not for the fact that she’d been so still before. ❝ perhaps we can come to terms about that. ❞

@argenpluma liked for a starter.

[writesghosts]

" yuh-you're really here for me ? " he can hear the sound of his agent's palm meeting their forehead in the distance . of course bill flushes , flustered with the quick to bloom embarrassment — he's been around more famous folk than most , but there's still moments where he can't quite believe they're willing to spare him the time of day . especially at a book signing . the way his almost forgotten stutter chokes out makes it even worse . he fiddles with one of many markers these book stores seem to supply in droves , before flipping open the hardcover of his latest instant classic that he's still not entirely sure about but everyone insists is fantastic . the dark leaps out in a simpler font than the jagged , curving letters that decorate the front . he manages to work out an apologetic smile through the sound of his heart that continues to pound like a drum . " sorry , i still just never know who to expect at one of these , y'know ? " / @argenpluma

[mokingbird]

“ give me one reason i should believe you right now . ” / @argenpluma

[dazzali]

❝ it’s gonna cause a scene. ❞

@argenpluma liked for a starter!

[psigem]

“ it all seems disgustingly crass. ”

@argenpluma LIKED . ACCEPTING

[emafrost]

@argenpluma said : “ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”  

she smiles blithely . " perhaps if you begged a bit more , i might be able to conjure something up . " fingers are quick to come up , to pinch at the bridge of her nose with a delicate grimace . feeling the pressure there and only adding to it ― the woes of a telepathic headache . " i'm sorry , warren ; it seems i'm letting the pressures of the day get to me . "

[c1uster]

@argenpluma said ; And the view.  You cannot put a price on that.

legs swing, the heels of her boots bouncing off the stone of the wall below as she tilts her face towards the sky ; the lower half of her mask is raised so she can feel the heat of the slowly setting sun on her chin and the tip of her nose. "they certainly try," a hand drops to tap the roof beneath her, "the suite the floor below us cost nine thousand euro a night - panoramic city views. eiffel tower to notre dame and the louvre." cluster turns her face to smile, nose wrinkling at warren as she shrugs, "this, though, is better. and free, you're right."

WELL - the champagne glass she holds aloft wasn't free, and neither was the pricey champagne within, but it isn't as though she paid for it. "want a drink?"

[zatna]

in battle, your muse :

bold what applies - italicise sometimes. repost, don’t reblog.

fights honorably / fights dirty

prefers close-quarters / prefers range

chats during / goes silent

low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance

attacks in bursts / attacks steadily

goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first

is provoked easily / provokes their opponent / teases

gets visibly frustrated / shouts while attacking

uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle

rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging / fights wildly / fights calmly / fights apathetically / fights with anger / fights with excitement

fights because they have to / fights because they want to

fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another

prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand-to-hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon / prefers magic alchemy or spells

their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional

transforms for battle / fights as they appear

relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed

uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential

exhausts quickly / has high stamina

behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities

uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength

avoids civilians / strikes down civilians

damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings

signature fighting style / makes it up as they go

mastered skill-set / learning their skill - set

messy fighter / elegant fighter

accepts defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy

compliments their opponent / insults their opponent

uses unnecessary movements / moves efficiently / barely moves

prefers to dodge / prefers to block

uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method

defends their blindside / has no blindside / leaves blindsides vulnerable

plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy

waits for an opponent to be ready / strikes when opponent isn't ready

fears death / fears pain / fears killing

has ptsd / avoids fighting

has lost a fight / has won a fight

has killed / refuses to kill / will kill again

wants to die standing / would succumb slowly

TAGGED BY : lovely @superel tysm

TAGGING : @hydroxymethyl, @nocentis, & @argenpluma (or @dehrdevil! )

[argenpluma-archive]

#ARGENPLUMA  : AN  EXTREMELY  SELECTIVE  INDIE  BLOG  FOR  WARREN  K.  WORTHINGTON  THE  THIRD  ,  ALSO  KNOWN  AS  THE  ARCHANGEL  ,  FROM  MARVEL  COMICS.    by  oyin  (  ²⁵⁺  ˑ  ˣᵉ  /  ᵗʰᵉʸ  ˑ  ᵍᵐᵗ  ⁻  ³  ).  HEAVILY  DIVERGENT  FROM  CANON.  unlikely  to  follow  first.

───────  A  STUDY  ON  :  LOVE  AS  RELIGION  &.  GOD  AS  FLESH  &.    TO  REDISCOVER  ONE'S  PURPOSE  &.  IF  THE  MONSTER  SHOWS  ENOUGH  RESTRAINT  IT  BECOMES  AN  ANGEL  &.  THE  MAGNUM  OPUS  &.  A  BIRD  OF  PREY  IN  HUMAN  FORM  &.  MUTANTKIND  &.  QUEERKIND  &.  MARTYRDOM  &.  THE  DEATH  OF  THE  DREAM  &.  THE  BODY  AS  A  PLACE  OF  SLAUGHTER  &.  MOTHER'S  WOUND  &.  FATHER'S  KNIFE  &.  ────────

  inspired  by  :    florence  welch's  high  on  hope  ,  the  beatles'  discography  ,  richard  siken's  bibliography  ,  judeo  -  christian  theology  ,  mary  shelley's  frankenstein  ,  catherynne  m.  valente's  deathless  ,  frank  herbert's  dune  ,  victor  hugo's  les  miserables  ,  disney's  hunchback  of  notre  dame  ,  others  (  .  .  .  )

(  *  LINKS  *  )  :  ⁰⁰¹  .  DOSSIER  /  ⁰⁰²  .  SIDEBLOG  /  ⁰⁰³  .  INTEREST  FORM  /  ⁰⁰⁴  .  THREAD  TRACKER  /  ⁰⁰⁵  .  FURTHER  /  ⁰⁰⁶  .  RACHEL  SUMMERS  /  ⁰⁰⁷  .  HELP  PALESTINE

[xmarksthescott]

FIVE TIMES DRABBLE PROMPTS @argenpluma​ sent: five times kissed

1.

a few weeks ago he would have never considered this as a possibility. not only is warren here and teaching him how to dance so he can take out jean, but he’s actually helping him by giving him tips on what to do on a date. turns out the guy he was so insecure over was just...nice. and he almost feels bad for how he’s misjudged him over the last few months due to his own jealousy, but its kind of hard to focus on that when warren’s hands are on his hips and he’s teaching him how to dance without stepping on someone’s toes. 

❛ i’m not...like i’m not too bad at this right? she’s not gonna totally dump me because i screwed up the dance? ❜ scott remarks, feeling a little aimless despite the obvious improvement. warren just laughs and for a moment, scott is puzzled. then he says. ❛ you’ll be fine. she’s going out with you because she wants to. and she’ll be glad you tried --now just treat me like jean and you’ll be fine. look, you haven’t even stepped on my toes yet this time so that’s progress! ❜

he knows he added that last part for levity, but it does help. and when the number finishes he kisses warren on the cheek, looking at him for his approval but all he finds is his surprise. ❛ too much? is she gonna hate me if i do that? is it weird to do that? ❜ 

2. 

the minute he gets the call that warren’s in the hospital, he feels immediate guilt. scott wasted months hating him because he was jealous of him. and that jealousy never had to exist in the first place because scott and jean were still scott and jean. he let his insecurities get the best of him and because of that, he iced out his friend for months. warren was....everything he ever wanted to be. he was confident with his powers, handsome, charismatic. people just fell in love with him the minute they met him and scott never questioned why.

but now he’s here, laying in a bed with his wings amputated. and when he wakes up...god he knows he won’t be able to handle it well. night and day he sits by his bedside just waiting for him to wake up. and when no one’s around, he talks to him. voice soft, he says, ❛ if i could do a lot of things over i would. you were good to me and i just...i was jealous of you. and when i got back to the team, you were encouraging me to do the right thing and i blew you off because i didn’t want to hear it. and if i lose you... ❜ he shakes his head, standing up just to lean over and kiss his forehead. ❛ don’t let me lose you. ❜

3.

by the time warren’s archangel persona resurfaces, scott’s used to it. but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t light a fire in his heart and cause fear to clutch all of his emotions. warrens his oldest friend and one of his most complicated relationships, but he’s always wanted nothing more than the best for him. 

and when he starts to fall, the calm and cool veneer of a leader starts to melt away. in its place, the fear and anxiety that comes with a man who’s petrified he’s about to lose someone who matters to him. he clutches warren’s body closer to him. wrapped in a hug. ❛ don’t do it. you can fight it off...whatever was done to you, you can fight it off. cause we can’t...i can’t lose you again. ❜ he kisses his temple out of impulse, feeling it the right move. 

4.

x-force was a necessity --but it was a cold one. scott never liked the existence of the team for all it did to the members, causing them great amounts of emotional stress. and when he found out warren was a member...he never wanted to shut it down more. he can’t protect his friend from everything, but god he wants to. because warren’s been through enough to last multiple lifetimes at this point, and if anyone deserves the break its him.

but when he finds out he lied to him? that he got the group back together after scott disbanded it? he feels betrayed --he feels scared. and in typical scott summers fashion, he lashes out when he feels that fear. and he brings that anger right to warren’s door, not even asking before letting himself in. 

❛ you brought x-force back together? you disobeyed my direct order? what gives you the nerve? ❜ but warren doesn’t respond with anger, even when scott’s pinned him against the wall in his fury --maybe he can tell that’s scott’s fear talking after all these years. instead, he says he never wanted scott to know because he was protecting him. and that makes some of the anger subside in scott, fear taking its place entirely as he meekly says. ❛ i know what this operation does to people...that’s why i shut it down. i’m not risking you. ❜ but warren does something unexpected, he kisses him. and with that, scott’s stunned to silence, even as he says not to worry because he always finds his place back. 

and he’s right, but maybe scott’s too scared to hear it. 

5. 

he wasn’t on the team or involved with the team when he heard about all that had happened. warren’s near death, apocalypse’s reemergence, hell, even jean from an alternate universe being back. but the moment he gets the call that warren almost died, he runs over immediately. his first thought is that his worst fears were right --and that he was so stunned by everything that happened that night he wasn’t firm enough with him. 

but when he gets to his medbay room, he sees him lying there with a smile on his face. like he expected scott to come and be as much of a mess as he was. and it would embarrass him if he wasn’t just so damn relieved to see him. and in his rush, he runs over and this he kisses him. forehead resting against his, he mumbles. ❛ try not to get yourself killed next time, flyboy. some of us like having you around. ❜

they can deal with the politics of it all and what it means for x-force’s existence later. 

[psigem]

“ you’re descriptor is laughably false, warren dear, though i do appreciate the lift. ” one gloved hand is raised to her temple, brushing back wind blown ashen locks. high above the fray, emma’s dropped her diamond form to reach out, mind stretching and seeking and needling in order to find….. ah, there. she sinks, claws digging in coldly. “ i believe we’ll have this all wrapped up before noon. ”

@argenpluma said : EVEN ANGELS NEED ANGELS, EMMA DARLING.

[zimnaya]

(    @argenpluma​    ) WRITES  :  ‘ we all know the story of how the queen becomes a queen. ‘               THE LANGUAGE OF THORNS PROMPTS  ⁽ ᴬᶜᶜᴱᴾᵀᴵᴺᴳ ⁾

      𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐀𝐏  𝐎𝐅  𝐁𝐔𝐘𝐀𝐍'𝐒  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝙵𝙴𝙻𝚃  𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚅𝚈  𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷  𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁𝚃𝙸𝙿𝚂  calloused  and  bruised  by  the  steel  of  her  rifle  ⸻  by  the  throats  of  phantoms  with  bleeding  silver  from  their  ribcage.  marya  could  hardly  remember  the  warmth  of  her  velvet  duvets,  the  tartness  of  wine  or  kasha  smoothing  over  her  tongue  .  .  .  .  there  was  only  frost  nipping  at  her  tired  flesh  now,  only  stale  bread  filling  up  her  mouth,  only  death  crooning  at  her  ear  and  kissing  her  sunken  cheeks  as  it  left  cadavers  in  its  wake.  an  exhale  departed  the  woman’s  lips,  a  swirling  mist  lamenting  over  what  was  lost  but  for  a  fleeting  moment.  𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙴𝚁𝚂  𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝚀𝚄𝙴𝙴𝙽𝚂  𝙳𝙾  𝙽𝙾𝚃  𝚆𝙴𝙴𝙿,  𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚈𝙰  𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴𝚅𝙽𝙰.  𝙰𝙽𝙳  𝚈𝙾𝚄  𝙰𝚁𝙴  𝙱𝙾𝚃𝙷.  and  so,  the  woman  turned  away  from  the  table  studded  with  lost  battles  and  bloodstained  parchment  and  towards  the  opening  of  her  silken  tent.  

the  moon  hung  large  and  pale,  raven  strands  iridescent  as  they  soaked  up  its  company  in  the  deafening  silence.  her  heart  ached,  twisting  into  her  with  a  promise  to  stay  evermore  ⸻    that  anguish,  so  raw  and  red,  was  the  only  thing  alive  within  her.  (  𝐖𝐄  𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘  𝐎𝐅  𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐀  𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒  𝐀  𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐄𝐍  ),    a  voice  bloomed  from  the  depths  beyond,  pulling  onto  her  limbs  with  a  stinging  familiarity.  oh,  my  dearest  renya.  but  marya  did  not  falter,  not  even  as  the  knot  in  her  maw  tightened.  tears  pooled  behind  bruised  eyelids,  at  bay.  always  at  bay.  she  didn’t  allow  herself  to  reminiscence  FOR  HE  WAS  DEAD  LIKE  EVERYONE  AND  EVERYTHING  ELSE.  and  she  knew  better  than  to  come  undone.  ‘  sad  creatures,  us  queens.  ‘,  a  confession  that  leaves  a  bitter  aftertaste,  a  wistful  smile  offered  as  she  turns  back  towards  her  pavilion,    ‘  we  only  become  what  we  are  when  we  stop  looking  back.  ‘ 

[c1uster]

WHICH ART MOTIF ARE YOU?

hands. is your love language touch? i suppose it might not be, but i also suppose you might just like being held. you might see the art in human bodies.

tagged by : @argenpluma tagging : @diaboluse @jokethur @dinopunching @batagonist & anyone else!

[heroicheart]

prompts for emotionally stunted idiots // ACCEPTING @argenpluma​​ sent bobby:  “  i don’t wanna talk about it. you got a beer?  ” 

OH HE WOULDN’T TRADE HIS DAYS WITH THE TEAM FOR THE WORLD. not even on the bad days where scott, warren, or even hank would close themselves off to the world and left him wondering just how the hell he could cheer them up. being with the original team was being a part of a family --and he’s always cherished that time with them more than any other team he’s been on. 

warren’s got more history with him than most --they had the champions too. and it was easy going to a new team if it meant he had him with him. and for all the years he couldn’t be there for him, for all the crap life’s thrown warren’s way since then? he’s always felt guilty for not being able to help. 

even now. 

❛ sure do --kitty visits me sometimes. you wouldn’t believe how much that girl can throw back. ❜ he jokes, handing warren a beer from his fridge. ❛ just don’t go all ‘brooding’ on me, man. if you need someone, you know i’m there for you --i want to be there for you. you know that, right? ❜

[facetmindarc]

❝   warren, dear. what if i were to say i’m in need of a 𝑺𝑰𝑴𝑷𝑳𝑬 𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑼𝑹.   ❞ note how it’s not entirely phrased as a 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 , the smile that dons her lips one of COUNTLESS DEFINITIONS and all of them decidedly unreadable. / @argenpluma

[xmarksthescott]

❛ you know... ❜  he takes a breath, preparing himself to say what he’s had on his mind for far too long. ❛ i wish you and betsy had told me you resumed x-force operations after i shut it down. everything you went through... ❜ brows furrow, a discomfort settling in his gut. ❛ i would have never allowed it. ❜ // @argenpluma​