#goreverine

[empyrealarc]

@goreverine​, sent → for a dirty whisper~

Where’d she come from? How’d she get there? No one knows! One second there was peace. The next? The Champion of the Cosmos was hovering there by his ear, breathing sweet nothings to him.

    “All this TENSION between us? Years of back and forth, you refusing to be on my show, me refusing to be scared of you? Why don’t we just get to it, baby? Just once? I swallow you whole, you claw your way out of my gut, we go for a tumble in the viscera, the horror, the starwashed ROT, destroying a hotel room and the three adjacent suites... and then, when it’s all over... we’ll be able to move on. What do you say? Will you be my baby, baby?”

[ascnsion]

▋   plots please! gimme a remy and/or lester and/or frank.  𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈   @goreverine​ .  .  . ┖ send 'plots please’  ┒ 

➊ With Remy  —  I mean, what can these two not get up to? Beside a glorious pissing contest and their connections to (and emotions that come with) Laura, I think it would be interesting to see the Thieves Guild and League of Assassins get involved with Daken. That would be a quick set up for them, and Remy would be like oh, merde, what’s going on with dis asshole. Another idea would be loosely centered around Gambit 2012 where Daken is the key, or one of the moving pieces, to freeing the artifact that’s burrowing through his body. . before it kills him. An even looser idea, having a thread set in the reality Wanda creates in House of M because I can’t resist a criminal (yet not evil) Remy crossing paths with Daken in a world we can basically construct. Basically, mixing the desire to make one another bleed with working together would be a+.

➋  With Lester  —  Hello trying to murder each other in the most gruesome ways. I say we are open to explore any point in time during their history, buuut their brief stink in Osborn’s Avengers would be extremely fun. Just two sadists enjoying their new titles, sharing a communal space with one another, and yeah, murdering a bunch of innocent civilians. I just really want to see them fuck each other up for no good reason. Delving into some forced alliance or memory loss would be a great deal of fun as well.

➌  With Frank  —  So, while my depiction of Frank will primarily be Netflix MCU based, I have no issue mashing that Frank with the goings on of the 616 realm. Frank would definitely want to chop off Daken’s head and shove it up his  —— buuut we can do other things, too. First thing that pops out at me is experimentation, both mutant and human. It’s a pretty common thing in the comics even outside the realm of the Weapon X program, and I think it has potential if they’re both thrown into the mix. Super soldiers, Weapon X, Red Skull . . I don’t know, but there’s some weird, fucked up shit that can be used against both of them, either triggering some of Daken’s past trauma along with Frank being pulled into some new, genetically modified trauma. Alternatively . . . and weirdly, what if it just comes down to Frank hating Daken but hating Bullseye more, and being like . . hey, how about we kill this mother fucker.

[bothsidesofaquestion]

"What is the deal with the three of you? Why?" Logan and Ororo, of course.

ASK  MY  MUSE  PRYING  QUESTIONS  ABOUT  ANY  OF  THE  RELATIONSHIPS  YOU  HAVE  SEEN  THEM  IN. | a c c e p t i n g

“Mn?”

Kurt raises his head and looks at Akihiro then, he props his elbows up to rest his weight on them and raises a leg.

“Are you really asking me that?” He chortles.

He doesn’t mind being asked but this time, the man that hates Logan the most -his son- is asking and, Kurt had understood Akihiro didn’t want to hear about his father at all.

He doesn’t blame him though, Kurt is better the days he doesn’t remember Azazel exists.

“I guess…” He shifts to his side to look at Daken better. “It was a better agreement than pinning on each other while being jealous or feeling rejected when it was two instead of three.” He ponders.

“It worked for a while, both Ororo and Logan moved to greener pastures and I’m fine with that. I haven’t seen them neither fucked any of them in a while.”

As lonely as that makes him feel, Kurt is actually alright with that; he accepted it. Ororo and Logan aren’t interested on him that way anymore but…

Who knows what will happen in the future? Death is irrelevant in Krakoa and old feelings could resurface.

Or maybe that’s what Kurt says to himself, to make himself feel better, whatever.

For now, his bed is always warm with company of so many bodies and among them a constant presence: Daken himself.

Kurt knows he likes his company more than he should; it will not end but he can’t help it. His feelings are his own anyway and he’ll feel as shit or as happy as he’d want to be and if not, there are always ways.

[weapn]

           @goreverine​                    sc.

         Presence of stranger is noticed as soon as she jumps down from fire escape,   turning quickly and immediately crouching down as low to the ground as she could.      Clone child couldn’t quite place it,   but claws slide from between knuckles as she prepares for a fight.      Nose scrunches as her face twists to a scowl,    ready to fight if needed.

[har1een-arch]

waited on every careless word / hoping they might turn sweet again / like it was in the beginning ⸻ @goreverine

[crimeloyalty-arch]

it’s been about a month since their first encounter.  she hasn’t returned to her apartment since that night -- staying with joker when he allows ( two nights out of thirty ),  bouncing between one of wayne’s safe houses & ivy’s couch the rest of the time.

okay,  that’s a lie.  she’s definitely sleeping in ivy’s bed,  but a girl’s allowed to be modest,  right?  keep some things to the imagination? 

the nightmares fade into the blackness she’s used to after a few weeks.  sure,  daken was scary,  but she’s seen j do worse.  had him do worse to her.  she’s almost feeling normal enough to agree to tour some apartments,  get back on her feet again.  she loves spending so much time with ivy,  but she misses being on her own,  just a little bit. 

she’s just toured an apartment she’s in love with -- much nicer than the last one -- and is now picking up wine & candy ( in that order ) for the movie night she’s going to make one of her three two friends have with her.  she hasn’t decided which one yet.  she’s just picked up a bottle that she thinks will be acceptable to all three two ( not an easy feat ) when she sees @goreverine​ out of the corner of her eye.  

fuck. 

harley drops into a squat,  pretends to examine a bottle on the bottom shelf,  leans forward so that her hair falls in front of her face.  maybe he won’t see her . . . ? 

she’s managed to put a few of the pieces together about why daken was in her apartment that night.  namely,  the largest piece -- the one that lets you see the whole damn picture.  it’s the same piece as always : joker,  bored,  leaving her in the crossfire.  he doesn’t care if she gets hurt while he’s off playing his little games,  and he sure as hell didn’t show up that night to save her.  no ,  he showed up to see just what his newest obsession would do.  harley knows what that’s like.

all of a sudden she stands,  turning to face him.  he won’t kill her in a bat-target,  right?  not with so many people around to see it? 

“ hi. your face looks . . . good.  wow.  uh ⸻ can we talk?  i think you and i got a little more in common than i thought. ”

[crimelcrd]

@goreverine​  ———   ︻デ═一 💥

ʙᴀɴɢ!  ╾━╤デ╦︻  ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴛʜ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ sʟᴇᴇᴘ?      Jason grumbled though he was as calm as he could be. Coexisting with his ghost for a moment. City plans in front of him. Different maps. Power lines, water lines, buildings with hours of notes beside each notating who they belonged to.          ❝ Progress has been slow is because this isn’t a scorched earth warzone. I’m building something. And each inch I take I have to set up infrastructure to keep it. If you want massive change every week, you’re not getting it. ❞

                               He didn’t know why he felt the need to speak with Daken about such a matter, its not like he was an investor into Jason’s little company. Still the younger cracked his back, scribbled out a few notes on a post it and stuck it on his main map.    ❝ I want ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴀsᴋ gone. But if I just take him out it’s a power struggle for all his assets. I need to slowly starve him out. ❞

[hexsrealityarchived2]

@goreverine inquired: ❛    she annoyed me, so i killed her and buried her in the yard.   ❜ ​

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .  ⤷ Accepting!!

Wanda said nothing, she was slightly surprised by the way he nonchalantly discussed murdering someone, but at the same time it didn’t even cause any alarm in her. This was Daken after all. It seemed right up his alley to murder someone for simply annoying him. “And just who was it that you killed?” She asked, realizing that curiosity killed the cat, she hoped it wouldn’t give him a reason to kill her too for asking too many questions. 

[sevenbulletsavior]

@goreverine asked, ❛  are  you  looking  for  someone ?  ❜ 

There were times where Karen was certain Foggy would read her to filth if he knew the choices she often made for their work (or more specifically her work): the clubs in upper Manhattan were never the problem, oh no. It was the dingy street bars and back alley clubs that Karen often found that would lead the lawyer to tearing into her, especially since she often went out onto these excursions with no warning to anyone: not Matt, not Foggy, not Ellison or Brett or any person who could at least swoop in and save her. (To her credit, though, every phone she had on her was equipped with a tracking app that she had installed on Matt and Foggy’s phones that had a failsafe switch to it so technically they would know where she was.)

No. Karen Page embarked on these reckless nights with nothing but grit and determination and a secret closet full of outfits that were most definitely not meant for business casual work days. 

She’d been bobbing along through the crowd, eyes locked on the back of the head of a man who she had been stalking through the club for the better part of an hour when a hand wrapped around her bicep, grip strong, unyielding and there was a sudden jerk that caught her off-guard, made her stumble and bump back hard into the chest of someone who then spoke to her. Karen’s body froze as the question washed over her, the voice sharp, cutting, and she glanced over her shoulder to lock eyes with the stranger who now held her in a death grip.

There was a moment of hesitation, of consideration, and then she plastered on a smile that exuded a little more valley girl ditziness than one might assume she could possible pull off. “I think I lost my friend!” she chirped, trying to extricate her arm from his grasp. “She’s a cute little chick, about this tall,” a hand came up to middle of her ribs, “with super bright colored hair. Seen her? She’s my ride home and I’m gonna be super bummed if I’m stuck without a ride.”

[dangerstxrlet]

+ @goreverine​ liked for a starter ! 

+ “ You know, I can’t really ever SAY how I’ve been looked at within the entire Mutant community  . Positively ? Negatively ? NON-FACTOR ? “

[empyrealarc]

@goreverine​, ❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜

    “I have recordings of your voice, worstie. I can mimic your voice and make you say whatever I want. I’ve even been practicing mitosis? I could make one of you and have him do whatever I want. If you still wanna hang up, I understand~”

Looking up at the ceiling of her bedroom, finger twirling an inexplicably long phone cord attached to a solid gold rotary. Completely outdated and technologically impotent... but the aesthetics, darling, they were undefeated!

  She’s breathing a bit heavily into the receiver, giddy for reasons she will not explain for a switchboard operator to get off to. No, this moment was just for her. 

    “Whatcha doin’ right now? I MISS you...” It had been, maybe, twenty-four hours? Didn’t stop the affectionate whine from painting her words, though. “My mom’s out of town for the night. Daddy’s downstairs on the phone with the district attorney. You busy?”

[defyxoblivionmoved]

@goreverine​ asked: "I know you're there," he says aloud, to the empty room. More specifically, the unlit, dark hallway barely visible behind the crack in the door. The blanket lies on the ground beside the bed, the sheets under his body slightly sodden with sweat. Sleepless in one of the hottest summer nights, tossing and turning. "You can visit at a more sane hour, you know."

Daken had become quite good at recognizing when he was being observed; no doubt some primal part of his brain reacting to a threat. It made Shade somehow proud, knowing that he had managed to even inadvertently help Daken grow. Yes, the months of torture and stalking had been enjoyable, but it was time to move on to more complex delights. There were new intoxications to experience.

The Shade didn’t open the door and step in, no. That wouldn’t be sufficiently dramatic. Instead he bled into the room, shadow spreading from around the door. He was barely perceptible inside that gloom, a shadow moving in twilight. 

“Oh, but this is when the most fun can be had, my boy.“

Finally stepping from the dark, he grinned a mild sort of smile, taking in the sight. No he had never been shy about admiring Daken’s body, why start now? He approached slowly, not wanting to startle the young man. Can tap tapping away. “An auction is being held by my most unfortunate allies in the Injustice Society- ugh, terrible name, but ah the young do love their monikers.” He took a moment of silence to mourn the sanity of the world before moving on.

“And you, my lovely little man, are going to be my arm candy. If I must attend this function, I refuse to do so without someone there who I can stand to be around.“

[gammaragee-archived]

❝ You're making a mistake ❞ @goreverine​ / sc

[nightmdic]

     “So where did you get the tattoos?”

@goreverine

[crimelcrd]

"Remember how I helped you survive? When you were just a weak, needy, pathetic little boy? I'm going to have to call on a favor, soon. You're going to help me."

ʙᴀɴɢ! ╾━╤デ╦︻  ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇɪɢɴ ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ        Few people have such power over Jason. The young prince of Gotham. The rabid dog of the criminal underground. He projected the perfectly crafted exterior he had made for himself. No one knew where he had come from. And so few knew the inner workings of his soul as Daken did. It was only a shame that he was a cruel psychopath.

                              Ice ran up his spine. He felt it grip his chest and circle around each rib. The words, the voice alone, brought him back to the worst moments of his life. The hunger, the pain, the sickness. When he had nothing to his name, not even a fully intact pair of shoes. But even then he knew Daken never really helped him. Only as much as a semi puts a rabbit out of it's misery.

                              His words shake from his lips, all the usual bravado sapped from his soul the minute he saw the older. He felt seven again. Shaking in tattered shoes, wondering what he did wrong. Still, he manages to speak,            ❝ I'd rather die. ❞  

[hexsrealityarchived2]

@goreverine​ inquired: 🔥?!

Send “🔥?” and my muse will admit whether they find your muse attractive or not.  ⤷  Accepting!!

“Hm, you do fit the bill of tall, dark, and handsome.”