#feel free to turn into a thread

[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 .

[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

[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? ‘

[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

[fadewalking]

Little PSA since I've been in my askbox writing books for replies:

1. There is never any pressure, but there is always an invitation to continue any asks you send as threads.

2. There is zero expectation that you match length when I've gone on for pages. Within reason, of course. Obviously, maybe don't reply with a one-liner to my 36 paragraph setup, but you guys are cool, you get it.

3. Not super related, but just a casual reminder that regardless of whatever I may or may not personally ship, I exclusively require organic chemistry in order to begin a ship. What this means is I will never force a ship on you, no matter what.

Chances are, I won't even mention any of my personal ships directly to you unless you bring it up first (or unless we're very close, in which case you'll be getting all of my unfiltered opinions). If the characters have a platonic relationship on the page, it's going to stay that way unless feelings happen naturally. And not to put too fine a point on it, but Solas in particular will not be chasing your muse. If your muse is interested, chances are high they're going to have to do the bulk of the legwork to woo, as is in line with his canonical portrayal.

[ofxscavengcrs]

❛ leave me alone. ❜ - lily luna to snape

.｡.:*☆ Severus had no idea what was going on. Like, all he had done was asking if the seat next to the woman would be free. But then, maybe it was not really anything against him. Maybe she just wanted to company. That would be something Snape could relate to very well, usually.

"Alright then, Miss," He therefore just said, assuming she was not up for any sort of conversation, either. "I am just going to find another place to sit then.

@mastcrmiind

[skarletchains]

"Hey, look at me. Look at me, it's not real." - from leorio!

PTSD memes

Kurapika was caught in a whirlpool of memories and emotions, his breathing uncontrolled as his hands shook, clinging to nothing and everything at once. The walls seemed to close in, the shadows lengthened, and the past overlapped the present in a suffocating confusion.

He was awake, but reliving a nightmare he knew all too well: the death of his clan. He could see them, he could hear their screams, feel the heat of spilled blood, the metallic smell permeating the air, the nausea in the deepest part of his mouth, in his stomach. Everything was so vivid that he couldn't distinguish what was real from what his mind made him relive over and over again.

Hey, look at me

Leorio's voice cut through the chaos, breaking the flow of overflowing thoughts for an instant. Kurapika didn't react immediately, his eyes remained fixed on a void that only he could see, but the words slowly filtered into his mind. It always did him good to hear him

Look at me, it's not real

The insistence in Leorio's tone achieved what seemed impossible: Kurapika looked up, hesitantly, at him. His eyes were glassy, ​​filled with a terror he still couldn't let go of, but something in the clarity of those words began to crumble that reality he was living in his mind

"No… it's not real…" he finally whispered, as if tasting the words on his lips could anchor him back to reality. His voice was weak, broken, but the weight of those simple words seemed to ease, if only a little, the knot that tightened his chest.

The world still seemed distant, but Leorio's presence, his voice, his firmness, somehow managed, little by little, to bring him back to reality. "Leorio?…" He whispered although his eyes still couldn't focus on him

[tinysassballyugi]

🌿

Yugi looked silently up at the mistletoe above them for a moment before smiling as he felt that soft kiss upon his cheek.

Standing up on his tip-toes, he decided to return the favor with a kiss of his own to Atemu's cheek, wanting to return the affection with his own. Not being able to speak was frustrating, but at least the bond they'd shared still seemed to be there, something he was very grateful for.

@falconiiisms

[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.

[visage-of-hell]

>>hey biiiiiitch

>>guess who got put on trial today

>>and almost publicly executed

>>new kink NOT acquired

>>anyway in case u saw i am fine and i hope youre doing okay

>>i love you vizzy

To say that the hellhound had been an emotional wreck during that harrowing near miss witnessed live on TV was ... quite the understatement. Throughout the entirety of the trial and the execution that had very nearly followed, Visage had been frantically trying to exhaust every possible option to intervene. Attempts at calling in favors, trying to get eyes inside the courtroom to disrupt the proceedings long enough to find a loophole ... anything at all. But in the end, it had all been for naught. For however far she had come within the power dynamic of Hell's hierarchy, she was as helpless now as she had been back then. Another lover whose head was about to roll free from their shoulders before her very eyes with nothing she could do to stop it. All she could do was scream and sob in between bouts of wretching violently into the nearest garbage can, unable to even pick herself up off the floor as all her limbs shook. Another one you couldn't protect... Until, in a baffling last-second moment of tonal whiplash ... the danger was over. Her Blitz had unwittingly done the impossible--been sentenced to death by the Sin of Wrath and lived to walk away. For a moment, all the blood felt as though it was draining from her face as the adrenaline left her in a single powerful rush ... and Visage was all but certain she was about to pass out face-first into a trash bin full of vomit. And then a sudden flurry of text message pings filled the room, yanking her violently from the throes of that vicious spiral as she scrambled to snatch up her phone from where she had left it upon the bed. Relief, worry and anger twisted inside of her all at once as each message was read, the imp seeming to casually play off what had nearly been his last living day in Hell. That son of a bitch...! Her hands still too unsteady to type with any semblance of clarity, she immediately began to call. The very second Blitz would pick up, words began tumbling from her in a jumbled mess. "Where the fuck are you right now?! Are you safe?! Because wherever the fuck it is, I'm about to be there in less than ten minutes!"