#immortalweapon

[anxietylanterncruz]

[ text ]: I just brought the Spice Girls Greatest Hits.

@immortalweapon

(✉️ ➡️ danny not daniel ): wait for real (✉️ ➡️ danny not daniel ): you haven't heard them before? (✉️ ➡️ danny not daniel ): okay you have to do spice girls and backstreet boys and the classing britney spears album too! (✉️ ➡️ danny not daniel ): you are in for a treat omg

[colleenrand]

“  i’m really worried about you.  ”

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They were no strangers to sudden distance. Where something snapped into place and one of them got quiet. Usually it was Danny. He’d get lost in a memory. Looking at a corner and whispering under his breath to someone who wasn’t there. (Colleen had always wanted to ask, but she had been worried about what the answer might me. Scared that she might uncover something that would break him.)

But it was her turn to disconnect. She had been sitting on the couch, GD with his head in her lap, looking up at her and refusing to move from the spot like he knew something was clouding Colleen’s mind. It was GD that lifted his head and looked at Danny when he spoke — Colleen was still. Only blinking when GD nudged her hand. “Hm?” She ran her hand over GD’s head before realizing it was Danny that was trying to get her attention. And it took a second more to process what he had said.

Worried. How many times had she said that? How many times had she looked at him the way he was looking at her now? Guilt touched her features, but no apology came. “I think I can do more good if I go back.” She had sworn she never would. Made a lot of promises to him and the community they had built here. But… they were always one step behind.

[daisyquakes]

i can make a straw wrapper crawl like a worm.

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"Does it have anything to do with... you know.” She tipped her head to the side and wiggled her eyebrows suggestively before she held up her hand and tried to emulate it glowing as best she could. “I mean, it was very good at the punchy thing.” It had been a long time since she had been excited about someone having powers. Personal experience had soured the hero worship she had engaged in when she was younger, and after what happened with Mike? She wasn’t out there passing out pamphlets to join the hero brigade. “Does the light change the molecular structure? Because that would blow Jemma and Fitz’s collective minds.” 

[glxrious-purpose]

[ text ] Have you gotten any work done? -- @immortalweapon

[Mister Rand] Sadly not. Your mortal "social media expert" seems unwilling to take many of my suggestions. [Mister Rand] And I am not entirely thrilled with his suggestions either.

[phoenixtouched]

[ txt ]: Ooh evacuate the dandelions. 

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(✉️ ➡️ Danny ): I don’t know what that means. (✉️ ➡️ Danny ): Is it code for something? (✉️ ➡️ Danny ): Are you trying to warn me? (✉️ ➡️ Danny ): [unsent] Is her favorite flower dande— (✉️ ➡️ Danny ): Please don’t make me ask someone what it means. They’ll make fun of me.

[sharcarters]

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It started with a series of text messages that seemed incoherent... so like a proper sibling, Sharon flipped her phone over and pretended nothing had happened at all. It wasn't life threatening and she was certain that whatever it was, would be fine. If Danny needed any real help, he had Colleen. But a short time passed and there was a knock on her door, and when she opened it, Danny was there.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, she realized he was holding a duck in his hands. "Daniel," she said firmly, looking up from the animal to look him in the eyes, the question very clear before she spoke it. "Why do you have a duck?" And why did he bring it here? Sharon pulled open the door so he could come inside, still frowning. "How many unapproved pets did you bring home this week?"

[greatresponsibility-a]

[ text ] We should invest in an army of llamas // @immortalweapon

(  ✉️ → rand 👊  ): llamas? in this economy? (  ✉️ → rand 👊  ): i live in a walk-up where would they fit? (  ✉️ → rand 👊  ): ... ok it’s a crawl-up (  ✉️ → rand 👊  ): but my point stands

[scarlctspider]

"hey! you left your wallet at the coffee shop." // @immortalweapon​

Ben nearly jumped out of his unlaced shoes, a large shiver running up his spine like a frightened cat. He could have sworn he’d jumped 5ft in the air, hearing the words just behind him, “Ah!” Tripping on the aforementioned unlaced sneakers, Ben took a nosedive into the ground, quickly shaking off the dirt as he jumped back up to meet the stranger who was clearly way nicer than Ben, who had maybe apprehended a few wallets here or there over the last few months.

“Oh wow - you actually, I mean - you brought it to me?” Ben blinked dark eyes at the man, grateful to reach for the weathered leather object and find his belongings still inside. His fake documentation was thankfully on his person when he’d been brought to this timeline, but it was the only thing making it possible for him to travel in any capacity.

With a sigh and a quiet smile, Ben reached out to shake hands with the stranger, “Hey, thanks man - really. I’d be kind of screwed without this.” He held up the wallet. “Can I buy you your next cup of coffee or something? To say thank you, I mean. Haha, I didn’t mean that in a weird way. I’m not hitting on you.”

“Not - I mean, not that I wouldn’t just that I’m not. Okay. I’m going to shut up now.”

[sovietavenger-a]

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Natasha had never bought into any dreamlike, Disney narrative that had been rolling on TV screens for years. There stories they told, Natasha could enjoy on a superficial level, but when you took them apart, she could tell you a thousand different ways that would make it more realistic. But there was one thing that they had gotten right. It was a small world. Even out on the Russian tundra. Even in the mountains that outlined countries and provided a natural defense — even on paths that were well hidden and could only be found if you knew where to look.

And in those strange corners of the world, in those darkened corners where people didn’t venture because it was dark and scary, and they were worried about frostbite or starvation. People who knew they wouldn’t make the trek because it was challenging. It wasn’t meant for anyone. It was meant for people like her. And a man named Randall. He had been drunk when she met him, battle worn and tired, and the way he carried himself she would have thought that he was a master of Zui Quan. But he had a tattoo. A dragon. It was on his chest and the second she spotted it; he had moved his shirt. Kept it hidden and told her to leave.

Seeing that tattoo though, it had touched on a memory. Tucked away in her consciousness. Locked away with so much of what she had learned in the Red Room. Information her mind didn’t need, so it stored it and let it collect dust until something brought it forward. And when she finally came to New York, there was open talk about someone with a glowing fist fighting in the streets. An anonymous registration with the name Iron Fist. He was here.

Or so she thought.

She was pulling on a memory that had lingered for years. Wondering what else talking to him might reveal if he decided that she was worthy of being spoken to. But when she stepped out in front of him after luring him there — a few men who had been robbing a small shop in Chinatown — it seemed to be his preferred location — but when he came around the corner, Natasha knew immediately. This was not the man she had been looking for.

Her head took a sharp turn, angling to look at him as if that would change what she was seeing. “You’re the Iron Fist?” A beat. “You’re astoundingly sober.” Another beat. “And you’re a long way from home.”

[fxllen-one]

@immortalweapon​

One of Lucifer's many talents was always being able to appear important. He had been welcomed into the courts of kings, the offices of politicians, the sets of adult films...even houses of worship over the centuries. At weddings, people tended to think he was some well-dressed relative whose name they just could not recall. "Oh yes, absolutely! I'll tell Uncle Albert you're just dying to see his stamp collection," he said to whichever mortal had been asking him about his connection to the wedding party. They believed it, naturally, and he smiled as he turned and found himself face to face with the groom.

"Ah, congratulations my good man!" Lucifer exclaimed, reaching out to shake Danny's hand, "Congratulations on the drink selection, that is. Almost as good as I would stock at my club! Well done! Oh, and congrats on the marriage too. I'm sure you'll be 'loving and honoring' extremely well." He tried not to make a face at that, as well as when he added, "Dad would definitely approve that you put a ring on it."

[anxietylanterncruz]

please stop saying you’re sorry.

@immortalweapon

“I’m—” Jessica stopped, only barely a breath away from the last word that he had asked her not to say, but they were the only two safe words in existence anymore. The only two words that made herself feel better and gave the other person permission to look away because she wasn’t their problem. “But I am. You were having fun, you should have stayed.” It had gotten loud and Jessica had gotten overwhelmed quickly. “We should—you should go back. I can find my way home. I’m fine, it’s cool—I’m cool.”

[colleenrand]

‘  they aren’t the monsters. they’re just kids. ‘

@immortalweapon

Danny whispered those words and Colleen closed her eyes. They were just kids. Like the ones that Davos had recruited, like the ones they had both tried to help so many times, both on the streets and at the community center. (And fighting in her mind, were the words that Robbie had shared with her outside that building. Kids stopped being kids when they killed a person. A sentiment that was hard to argue against.) Colleen kept her hand on the strap across her chest, holding her katana in place on her back as she looked at the teens that hadn't spotted them yet.

"They're like me," she whispered in response, a sadness that was impossible to mask. The majority of them were training, not noticing them yet because they hadn't been taught the way she had since she had been a kid. (They were too inexperienced. But if they really embraced this kind of life, they'd learn quickly.) The compound had been one they had visited after Midland Circle when Colleen was picking up the pieces of her life, but at the time, it had been left abandoned.

They should have burned it to the ground when they had a chance. The invitation had pointed the two of them to this place, but Colleen didn't understand what the test was - what was she supposed to prove here? Fighting kids wasn't an option that she was willing to consider, so, what were their options? "We need to find some cover before we get spotted." And some room to regroup and think.

[daisyquakes]

“I’ve got this handled — back off!” 

@immortalweapon

Daisy was used to her own uncertainty. She knew what it felt like to be overwhelmed by everything around her because it had happened so much when she first got her powers. But something about this blackout... wasn't normal. It wasn't just a sensory thing going on and Danny was clearly feeling it.

And she felt bad. The way she felt bad when Mike Peterson had come into his powers and had been drawn into a shitshow that was so far beyond either of their comprehension — she looked at him, and wished she could help. But could she? The last time she had tried to help in a way she thought was good and without someone guiding her hand, it had been with Robbie. The first time, he had ended up in Hell. And the second time? She had ended up in the Raft.

The help that Daisy offered often ended in tragedy. The kind that people didn't recover from. Not easily, at least.

Working her jaw, Daisy sat next to Danny, even if he didn't want to talk — even if he thought he had it handled — she didn't leave. The pain in his voice was too familiar for her to ignore. (And in times like this, everyone deserved to have a person.) "No," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "I'm not leaving you like this. You don't have to handle this on your own." Not that Daisy could claim she was any good at honesty or letting people help her — but she never claimed not to be a hypocrite. Daisy tried to analyze him, but she was ignoring the own feeling beneath her skin — so much so it was hard to breathe. "What do you want to talk about?" She asked, knowing he hadn't suggested that at all. "Any topic you want."

[glxrious-purpose]

*whole starter written around a 500x gif* -- @immortalweapon​

Mortals got so worked up sometimes. All Loki had done was just magically adjust the settings on Facebook's advertisements so that people would get missives extoling his virtues instead of some vulgar product placement. He saw nothing wrong with that. If mortals were going to be bombarded with "pop-ups", why not have them do something useful? This man, whom Loki did recall having met--and having assisted, no less--did not agree with him, obviously, for he seemed to not be pleased that people who worked at his company were complaining about the ads.

"Very well, that is your opinion, but I do fail to see the problem. I've heard Midgardians complain about how bothersome those advertisements are, so since they clearly are going to be flashing in front of people's eyes no matter what, I thought they should at least be useful. You have a company--do you not advertise how great the company is? So how am I doing anything different?"

[mistressofmagic-a]

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Zatanna was getting stir crazy, she had never gone this long without using magic — and certainly never gone this long without having been outside. But while wearing a scarf would help hide the slowly fading bruise on her neck, it didn’t do much for the fact she couldn’t speak. But it wasn’t as easy as dropping off the face of the Earth for however long it would take for her voice to come back — she had shows and she had to have a legitimate reason for not going to them. And so, she covered it up. Tweeted out some bullshit about how she and her husband were taking some time off to spend together since they didn’t get that chance after their wedding. A lie with a hint of truth since they were spending a lot more time together, but it sure as hell hadn’t been by choice.

But she knew a few people that could keep their mouth shut — and a few people who cared about Tony just as much as they did her, and Danny probably had that extra bit of love in him for Tony. She had texted him, desperate for a change of clothes and not wanting to fish around in Tony’s closet or try and see if Sharon had left any of her clothes in one of the rooms. So, she asked Danny if Colleen had anything to spare so that she could at least change. It wouldn’t be her style, but at least it would be clean.

‘Thank you.’ She signed as she opened the door for him, realizing he was actually looking at her gestures where Miggy simply looked at her like she wasn’t doing anything at all. ‘Vocal injury.’ She explained, adjusting the scarf just enough so he could see the edges of the bruise. ‘Got in a fight with the universe and lost.’ She added, though there was a smile on her face this time.

[sharcarters]

@immortalweapon

The last time she had seen Danny, he had been back for just a few weeks — she had taken a chance to come back stateside and see him after seeing him on the news and in the papers. And during their first meeting, she hadn't exactly been friendly. She had thought he was a man trying to pose as her cousin, and it took him telling her about her favorite hiding place when they were kids for her to believe him.

And then it was her turn to vanish. With promises she knew she couldn't keep about coming back to see him, about how she'd be around — but she knew she couldn't be. Not consistently, but she had always planned on coming back. But she also hadn't imagined five years.

Between the two of them now, they had 20 years of absence with each other. Two decades. It felt like a lifetime. And it might as well have been one considering she came back and found out that he was engaged. (She should have let him tell it to her, but she had never been good at minding her own business.)

She knocked on his door and it felt unnatural. Like showing up in his office unannounced would be far more normal. But he opened the door, he opened the door and he looked — on the surface — to be fine. To be safe. (Five years and he was still standing.) "I was going to call, invite you out to eat but... nothing's open." There was a faint smile on her lips. "I picked a helluva time to come back." Just as he had. Bad timing ran in the family, it seemed. "Can I come in?"