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[ofxscavengcrs]

❛ that’s fucked up. ❜ (Francis to Clint)

.｡.:*☆ "Yet, you should try to watch your language, kid....." Clint shook his head as he looked at the younger male.

"But, you are right. What Thanos has done was insane and unforgivable. And yet...." He sighed, suddenly sounding very very tired. "Nothing you should concern yourself with, really. Take that advice from someone who'd been there already."

@devilsmenu

[bvssybvys]

☀️ - Go to a nudist beach with my muse / from lenny to riley

"You sure you are ready for this?" Riley asked, glancing over to his friend as they stood in the nice spot they had found on the beach. It wasn't overly busy but there were several naked bodies moving around nearby as Riley prepared himself to join them, fingers in the hem of his underwear the only item of clothing he still had on. He glanced at Lenny with a cheeky grin, part of him very keen to see the guy nude for the first time and in the casual nature of the beach seemed the safest bet. "Screw it" he shrugged, finally dropping his briefs and standing there as naked as anything in the sea breeze.

[ofxcuredxsalvatores]

∗ 84﹕ sender accidentally injures receiver during sparring . [gray+jd]

Gray and Jd were always fighting. Not necessarily actual fighting, but joking around - after all they were brothers and so close in age they were practically twins. Wrestling in the sofa after a playful comment soon found its way to the floor and when there was a pause and Gray had chance to stand up, he moved towards the door teasing his brother about how he had beat him when JD flew through the room and caught Gray's waist - pushing him to the ground but not before his head bounced of the corner of a sideboard unit. As he hit the floor he groaned with a hand coming up to the injury and pulled away his hand with fresh blood covering his finger. "Shit dude.." gray stated - but not angry at the male for the injury.

@indurable

[sintva]

“ i  tried  pretending  you’re  what  i  need. ” / / tristen bc it adds more tension

“ yeah ? & how did that end up working out for you ? - judging by the fact you’re here , i’m gonna say not good .

[unicornlovers10]

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[fellhellion]

sorry i need to expel the demon that is comicsverse thoughts from my head w a weirdly structured ramble ive been trying to articulate fdsjkfhkjds

-> miguel is initially alienated from his body post transformation - not just due to the nonconsensual nature of being spidered - but because he views the transformation as alienating him from a claim to humanity

-> however, the identity of spiderman and the ideals that represents seems to be in big part the means by which miguel reconciles himself to the nature of his physical body. not only do his abilities become naturalised to his understanding of himself as Miguel (rather than being thought of as alien) but they enable spiderman to be that force for good and change that miguel so desperately wants to see in himself

-> but miguel simultaneously depersonalises himself from his spiderman identity. he thinks of it as the better half of himself, as something almost ephemeral, that he doesn't quite have a claim to or is able to reconcile completely to Miguel The Human Being and all his associated baggage

-> and that's an interesting internal conflict to have when he simultaneously can never escape the lived reality of his own body and where it diverges from those around him, even as that lived reality eventually becomes something he can reconcile himself to far more easily

-> and what overhangs across this entire discussion is context of (and thus how Miguel would be influenced by) Nueva York's hypercapitalist society and thus the understanding and conception of your physical body in that lens. how much or little your body is owed by you yourself. the access you are told must be permitted to it by others/corporations. how the physical body is policed and politicised. the commodification of the body in the most literal sense via Vulture's cannibalism.

[cthoniian]

he would have married her. he suspected, as they stand side by side overlooking the milling crowds of this place beneath the mountain, a court of self proclaimed nightmares; that he would have probably grown to love her. eris vanserra is a man who does not love easily, reserved for the few, harshness and coldness are given to the rest. but, he is not without compassion. and nesta archeron is a woman who deserves both respect, and compassion.

‘ i suspect my brother burns more like the solar than i, but i accept the compliment nonetheless. ‘ a dip to his head as he inclines his gaze to her. profile turned to the crowds as he moves to focus on her alone. lucien recently was recognised as heir to the day court, his golden light more sun than fire. but eris cannot pretend he didn’t know. or that he begrudged his mother a moment of peace or joy she’d found.

fingers flex as he moves, offering an arm — ‘ shall we terrorise the masses? i suspect a rumoured alliance might cause quite the stir. and the night court lord seems too smug for my liking. ‘

what’s a little good natured antagonism between court allies after all? there is no expectation, no demand, only an offer. he may be allied with the night court for the eventuality of disposing of his father. but he will be an ally if she wishes it.

look at you, glowing like a solar fire. // eris & nesta // @moondevoured

[secondchxnceduelists]

‘Kiss me harder...’ (To Jabari from Rima @penandswords )

How did they end up like this again? Jabari couldn't quite remember, one moment they were hanging out in his trailer after filming had finished for the day, mainly just spending time together and the next thing he knew, there they were. Rima's arms wrapped around his neck, her full weight on his lap and both of them were completely lost in this unexpected but definitely welcome make-out session that had gotten pretty heated without much warning.

Usually Jabari had very little interest in kissing anyone unless he absolutely had to during filming, but oh hell. Rima was definitely the exception to that rule and she pushed all the right buttons to not only catch his interest, but it seemed she'd decided to steal his heart too...Which he realized he didn't particularly mind. His hands rested respectfully around her waist, not wanting to overstep any boundaries she may have placed, though he couldn't seem to focus on anything other than her lips on his, and the taste of her tongue in his mouth.

@penandswords

[14dayswithyou]

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[deathschallenger]

❛ begging is a good look for you. ❜ // lucien vanserra & cassian // @blazedfox

head cocks to the side, the vision of a curious dog more than passing in his behaviour. the tone is imperious, lucien has always had an air about him. first with tamlin, and then when he’d fled with feyre. it was easy to think, that maybe he thought he was better than everyone. but, cassian? suspected that he was lonely, and maybe even a little afraid. his friends were few and far between.

and maybe. cassian knew what that felt like.

eyes glinting in the dawns light, this latest begging had included begging rhys off for the wine cassian had brought to the house of wind and plied lucien and azriel with all night. it had been the first night cass had felt like he’d made any progress with the enigmatic red head.

he had been prejudiced when he’d spent time with him before, blinded by his friendship to tamlin. but, he’d felt with feyre. he’d helped them whenever he could. and cass — well, he wasn’t one to hold prejudices when evidence presented another case.

a laugh as he taped his hands, preparing for the days training. it had been days since he’d been able to fully get his usual routine in. and in truth, he was enjoying the idea of company.

‘ i look great on my knees yknow? why waste such excellent potential? ‘

[ofxscavengcrs]

Logan wraps a soft blanket around Laura’s shoulders

.｡.:*☆ “Thank you dad....” Laura had no idea why she was feeling so cold. She was not getting sick, usually, thanks to her mutation. It was simply not possible. Was it the shock, maybe? But then, fights like this had happened before, as well. Nothing unusual again.

“God, I do feel so drained, really,” A sigh left her lips. “If you would let me, I would most likely just stay here and sleep until spring arrives, you know?”

@ivehurtpeople​

[twistedisciple]

As she had made home of her room and her office, there was only one thing left to do—prepare her classes. Her skills with a lance, the same as the power she had transformed, where born from a necessity to survive in Gradlon—a kill or be killed society in which she had not been allowed to struggle for Nil, Rafal's and her own sake.

Yet the general little one had not been born in such enviroment and thus their skills were improved for different reasons and thus worthy of observation. With that decision in mind, the dragon made her way to the training grounds to place focus on skill level and any other information that could be gained from physical effort—yet that had to be put aside at a surprise presented to her in the form of a familiar back.

More information she had failed to be told in the span of a year it seemed. When had he come to these lands? She hadn't known until this moment.

"Gregory." The Fell Dragon spoke in greeting. "It seems i failed to expect the presence of my Winds here. Explain to me what has brought you here, offering support to Rafal perhaps?"

Gregory. That name really only came from one person, but a good hound knew his master’s voice from a syllable. Shoulders lifted, tensed, for a split second, attention shifting toward his back even as his eyes remained on the complicated sigils drawn onto the pages of a book propped up on a flimsy wooden stand. There was no one else in the training hall besides him, which was the way it usually had to be, dangerous as he was. The monastery staff, by now, knew to keep him away from fresh blood within the walls of Garreg Mach if they wished to keep him on their payroll and not confined to the dungeons below. But that meant that there was no one else onto which that name could fall.

As explanation unraveled the fist that had curled by his side and dispelled the flicker of a Fodlanese sigil before it could scorch itself into the sand beneath his feet, he turned around, suddenly loose, easygoing, a deceptively serene smile across his lips. The woman before him had intense, red eyes, sharp features, and silky, bobbed, albeit dark hair just like the dragon whose name she evoked. The pieces clicked together almost immediately.

“So you’re Lord Rafal’s sis, huh? Fancy meeting you here,” he drawled, closing the distance between them. Just like the ivory dragon, he stood eye-to-eye with the ebon one, too, but not for long. In some disjointed semblance of a bow, fisted hands pressed against his hips, he bent forward and lifted his eyes to meet her from below instead. “Hate to break it to you though, but I’m not your Wind. Name’s Griss.”

[demonic-x-sorcerers]

❝ You. What's this Halloween thing all about? ❞

- from Sukuna

"M-me?" Shukaku and Rioto were on the scene and right now, Rioto was nervous trying to keep himself together as he felt huge cursed energy from this guy, or rather...huge is an understatement. Rioto wonders who this guy is talking to. "I..." Rioto begins to hesitate, he should know this question but something got caught in his throat. He has to answer! If the other demon generals were here. They know what to do and probably answer. However, they are not here as each one is elsewhere except for Shukaku being at his side. Leaving it up to him to answer as he is the best person for the job, "Actually...I can answer that question." Shukaku said with a mustered smile, "Well~" How to talk to a powerful guy with an evil aura around him about Halloween. Shukaku needs to think fast and keep it short so he can take Rioto out of here or maybe stick around.

"It's a holiday. A festive event for the harvest season where people dressed up as monsters of any kind, go to parties, go to fun events like going to haunted houses or scaring others. With parents, they take their children to do trick n' treating to get free delights such as...." What's the word for it? "Confectionery. It's a way to celebrate the supernatural and respect the concept." The tanuki informs him. "Right, Rioto?" "Yes...Shukaku...it is as you said." Rioto said, looking down without looking at Sukuna. Rioto hopes that the answer will suffice.

@ofcursedenergy

[sintva]

“ stay till morning. ” ( kyle v. for mina )

lips slightly parted with a soft breath of air , brows creased together - just barely . “ are you sure ? i know before you said no to staying the night … “

[relentlessgrief]

@cinderschild sent a prompt:

“Are you feeling lonely, perhaps?”

There's a slow turn of the undead's head towards the other. Then a slow assessment of the other's presence. There's no physical indication of hostility on Connor's part. The second set of arms are behind his back, and his shoulders are lowered.

No muscles on Connor's face, but it matters not. It doesn't change the air of melancholy and oppressive air that surrounds him. It's cold, and it's heavy.

"...Yeah."

A straight up confession. No need to hide it.

[radioiaci]

@truearchangel ⧐ "I need to get you help. I need to help you." UNWELL ASKS.

"You... are not responsible... for me..."

His words escape him in haggard near-gasps. On the floor of his room, halfway between the wooden floorboards and the marshy grass of the illusory bayou, it seems as though he has not been able to figure out which direction to go. His shirt, barely clinging to his frame, is shredded and soaked through with blood, the pentagram upon his back having been thoroughly and harshly deepened from a momentary lapse of judgement in which he'd made an attempt to rest.

Just for a few minutes.

And he had been punished for it. Not just for that, he assumes, but for their efforts to cleanse the markings and heal them enough that they no longer burn or ache. Lilith, it seems, will not abide by it.

Now, his chest heaves, pain rocking him to his core with every inward breath he takes as the scarring weeps openly, blood smattering the grass beneath him as he struggles to keep his eyes open. His gaze meets Michael's, agitated that the angel is here at all. Because he knows he will get an earful - he knows what he promised, their mutual agreement made. And he knows that Michael will think he has neglected to call for him on purpose.

The truth is, he did not have the strength. And if he continues to lose the blood from the deep eddy of lacerations across his back, he may not be able to do much of anything except to lay here until he bleeds to his first true death.

"...Just go, Michael," he croaks, tiredly.

Alastor does not believe; can't be convinced that he is at all worth the effort which Michael seems to want to put into him. Mutual agreement or not. He will get himself back up to his feet eventually, toss himself into a painful bath, bandage what he can, and carry on. As he always has.

It matters very little.