#macabrescribbler

[lightningandlegacy]

@macabrescribbler from here

She shook her head as she clutched her bag tighter. She had a gap between classes during the first semester of college and mid-terms were around the corner. There was no way what was being said was true. She refused to believe that her parents would do such a thing. But her father was deceased and her mother was always working, so it was hard to call either of them to verify such an outlandish thing.

Carefully, Liz took a step back her heart racing in her chest. Her eyes began to burn with tears after she took a moment to study the being. The redhead shook her head again, her voice cracking as she finally began to speak.

“No, fuck you, you’re lying.”

“Can’t, actually. Doubletalk, obfuscate, mislead. But outright lie?” Richard grimaced and then shrugged, he turned into smoke for a moment, twisting through her room and re solidifying onto her bed, lazing.

“You are mine. You were given. I may do with you as I please. Right now, however. I’d like to know about my human,” he said, his voice gentle as her eyes filled with tears. He very rarely knew how to handle human tears. Sometimes he laughed.

But she’d been given to him. It implied some kind of responsibility.

“No one had given me a child in a very long time. So at the moment, I have no plans to change much about your life,” he tried to reassure.

[weirdnightsisters-blog]

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Dorcas slid into the seat across from Liz. The two witches were in the lunch room, Liz with some books in front of her. Dorcas set aside the tray bearing her lunch in order to lean forward at what the other girl was doing. 

“Homework? Don’t you have other things to do during lunch?”

[shatteredionysus]

@macabrescribbler from here

“Why are you sorry?”

Sure it was one of the few things she had left from home, outside of a few other shitty CDs. But it was what it was. She lazily continued to swing from the little indoor hammock, but as she continued to fiddle with the flowers she liberated from someone’s yard on the way over, her eyes fixated on the god.

“Seriously, it’s no big deal. I’ll just get to make fun of your clothing choices.”

“Suppose it’s just me, don’t really have much leftover from my earlier incarnations, these days. Relics from home are precious. I’d probably turn someone into a snake for laughing at them,” Dio shrugged, then frowned, as he took a long drink from his flask.

“Though that’s a bit harder for you, though. The snake turning, thing. And hey. There is nothing wrong with my fashion choices!” the god proested, a little indignant, but his lip quirked up into a smile.

[shieldandcrown]

@macabrescribbler from here

“Ow,” Liz muttered under her breath as she bit her lip with her new found fangs for what seemed like the tenth time that hour. She was tired, hungry, and it didn’t take long to realize that her night vision has vastly improved as she let out a soft sigh and spat out the bit of blood that started to drip. She paid no mind to the color. Nor to how fast it seemed to heal.

She didn’t remember much, merely being attacked in a bar, then the next thing was she woke up in a nicer place than most hotel rooms or apartments she knew of.

Her fingers delicately ran across the side of her neck, only feeling two small bumps that were still healing. The blonde could hear voices in the next room which piqued her curiosity as the door began to turn.

“I told you, I’m offering her a place to stay. That’s final, some idiot just turned her and left her behind a bar. Clarus. You will find them, and end them. Permanently. And I’ll help her transition into this life,” Regis said, firmly as he opened the door. “Clarus. Go.” And then he was stepping inside, dressed in a fine suit, carrying a thermus heated to just the right temperature, sealed so she wouldn’t immediately go wild for the blood contained inside.

“Hello there, miss. I know it must be disorienting waking up here, but we found you freshly turned. I...do you know what’s been done to you?” he asked, carefully taking a chair on the opposite side of the room.

[agent-a-venom]

@macabrescribbler from here

Liz was awake and gone before he even rolled over, leaving her side of the bed empty. For a second, he just sprawled out there, breathing in the scent of fresh coffee and biscuits, smiling faintly. It was nice, waking up to that. Basking in it, it took him a little while to finally roll out of bed and get himself to the bathroom. 

After a shower, he got ready for the day then came out into the kitchen where he found Liz as she poured a cup of coffee. He wrapped his arms around her from behind and nuzzled into her neck with a smile. “’s that for me?” he hummed.

[middlexpath]

@macabrescribbler 

She approached the other girl, holding her meal tray in her hands. “Hi, mind if I join you?” 

Sabrina had seen the other witch around a bit, but she hadn’t met her. Not officially. And, after seeing the Weird Sisters giggling tauntingly while talking to her, she figured it was about time she introduced herself.

[ardensaltius]

@macabrescribbler from here

Liz looked up from her phone while she was arranging to meet up with the friend she was staying with while in the city. After a moment, her eyes locked on the figure that passed her and the artificial redhead gave them a once over.

“You look really nice today and have a nice ass!” She called out cheerfully.

Only after a moment did she notice what actually came from her mouth. “Shouldn’t’ve said that,” the historian muttered under her breath.

Crowe’s head turned around lazily as she strolled down the street, the compliment unexpected. Well, at least so frank, and cheerful, and from another woman.

Not that she was objecting.

She looked appraisingly at the other, smirking. “Don’t look so bad yourself. Been a while since I took home a stranger but I could definitely make an exception,” she said, and then blinked, staring at the other.“Wait-”

That is not exactly what she’d meant to say, precisely. Though it was far more honest.  A chill ran down her spine, and she approached the redhead, tension suddenly between her shoulders. “You don’t normally compliment randoms on the street quite so explicitly about their ass, do you?” 

[powerofkings]

Liz casually slid up behind the crime prince and looked over his shoulder before resting her chin on it. There was a pause before her curiosity would get the eventual better of her. "So whatcha doin'?" She asked in a light sing-song voice.

“Making a night light,” Noctis said dryly, and then chuckled, glancing slightly to the side even as he delicately wove lightning and fire into the bottle, wrapping them around several rare teeth.

“Never keep track of them. Is this a plausible deniability zone, or do you actually wanna know about my little night light project?” he asked, turning just enough to kiss the side of her head, as he worked.

[shellheadtmarc]

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“You ever think about dropping the whole pen name thing?  It’s kinda like having a secret identity, right?  It’d be like me saying, ‘Oh, no, Iron Man is just a bodyguard, it’s not me in the suit, that’s crazy.’  Seems like it’d be hell to keep your stories straight.”  Says he, who can barely remember small details from one day to the next, so it’s not like he actually has any room to judge.

“What, is it some kind of pride thing?  Some kind of sexism thing?  Why hide behind a cover like that.”

[lightningandlegacy]

@macabrescribbler from here

It didn’t take long for her to reach for the gun she kept under the pillow. It took even less time to aim it, even if her finger remained off the trigger. A moment passed as she tried to register what was going on. Her vision adjusted to the dark and she rose a brow while lowering the weapon.

“What the fuck? Could’ve just shot you.”

Richard went completely still as the gun slid under his chin, and he held himself as loose as he could even as his heart pounded.

And really, honestly, his sweet girl holding him at gun point shouldn’t have been actually arousing. “I meant to surprise you. I brought breakfast, was going to slip in with you. Till you were ready to get up. Just, dropping in to celebrate the new book. I admittedly thought you stirred and noticed me. You made some noises,” he said, gently, sheepish smile on his face.

[pyratetm-a]

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“My bet’s on most likely.”  There’s a pause as he paces around the suitcase just lying there in the middle of the lane, nudging it with a booted foot.  His mouth twitches in a suppressed smile, and he glances up, adding:

“You open it.”

[agent-a-venom]

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“Hey Liz. Do you have any plans for today? I was thinking it might be cool to take a walk around the park if it’s not too cold.”

[geekasaurusart]

I found this character that belongs to @macabrescribbles and I just thought they were so cute! Like that outfit is to die for! Hope you enjoy this drawing ☺️

[shellheadtmark2]

@macabrescribbler i don’t think that’s a place anybody wants to be.

          “Yeah, I’m kinda getting that impression, but look, I’ve gotta be honest with you, this?  Not really my wheelhouse.”  Does he get wrapped up in some weird shit?  Sure.  Does he get wrapped up in mundane, definitely not of the superhero kind of shit?  Absolutely.  But things he can’t punch until they stop moving or intimidate with the tailored kind of suit?  Not really his strong point.  At all.  All someone has to do is look at the papers to know his life - as both an Avenger and a guy - is on fire and screaming, more often than not.

“But I know a guy.  Maybe.  He’d be...”  He trails off a moment, tapping his bottom lip with a finger.  “Let’s just say he’s got a specialty, and his specialty is definitely not my specialty.”

He pats his pockets a moment, finally finding a pen in his jacket pocket, and a crumpled post-it note in the pants (it reads “SIGN THESE” underlined three times - not his handwriting), and he scribbles down both a phone number, and an address.  “He doesn’t like to answer the phone, so you’re better off knocking on his door.  His name’s Strange.  I mean literally, that’s his name, Stephen Strange.  Tall guy, dark hair.  Rip off facial hair.  He’s kind of an ass, but he won’t say no.  Tell him what you told me?  He’ll be interested.”

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[vilasamoliva]

Though it was almost a force of necessity, a Samodiva in the big city was like being dangled over an open sewer. Sure, she loved humanity most of the time. Loved seeing the diversity of faces and the sheer number of stories she could get out of a chatty bar patron. But the pollution? The blocks upon blocks of concrete and glass and steel? It was enough to put her out of sorts. Hence why she was sprawled in the shade of an oak tree in Central Park and desperately trying to recharge. Svetlana probably was getting stares for reposing like a sea star, but she was indifferent by that point. Yet, when a shadow crossed over her eyes, one cracked open. 

“I’m not hungover, so...if you’re an undercover cop, relax a little? Just sayin’.”

[powerofkings]

Unfortunate Soulmates

@macabrescribbler continued from here

There were many a days that she simply didn’t pay attention to her countdown as she went about her business. Though she did notice that it would get lower whenever she would go past or towards the city of Insomnia, even if she hardly stepped foot in the city limits less she was with a family member who was researching in the archives or she was going to her editor.

That was the only clue she had about the phenomena. Though it did not encourage her to go to the city more often. No, she would continue with her life, do her classes online, and go about her business.

Until she was given a manuscript by her mother to drop off in the city after she was set to meet with her professor in person. A task she would take to heart. Drop it off with whoever in the Citadel handled these matters and go home.

She spoke with the record keeper briefly, informing them that she wasn’t handling the royal family like her other family members did. No, instead her interests laid with something more historic, events of thousands of years ago that seemed to be heavily biased when the Founder King was on the throne.

Liz reached to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, and noticed that the counter was lower than it ever would be. Five seconds.

“Well I uh, hope you have a good day. My lord,” she spoke quietly and gave brief bow of her head as she turned to make her leave.

3..2..1.

Her shoulder brushed against another as she was prepared to head down the stairs. Though as she was about to apologize, her eyes fell on the counter on her wrist and she quickly tugged her sleeve down to cover it.

“Apologies, your grace,” Liz muttered, her eyes diverting down.

Noctis has taken to his best friend’s habit of wearing a wrist band over his counter. Soulmates were a tricky business, with royalty. And he well-

Especially as the subject of his marriage came up in the ongoing negotiations for peace. But it didn’t bother the prince too much. He checked on it occasionally, and it rarely ticked down.

His soulmate must be somewhere relatively far away, and thankfully they didn’t come to Insomnia often. Well, that was until today, where he noticed it down to a few minutes and the prince started to panic-

He left some of his work with Ignis in a hurry as soon as he glanced down and noticed, wishing to do his best to avoid ever meeting them, and he took the stair well. He’d hide up on the records floor, doubting any soulmate of his would be there.

Noctis took the stairs too at a time, slowing only as he neared the top of the stair wells and he was brushing against a woman who made her polite apology, he took a breath as he brushed past her, nodding in acceptance of her apology and fixing his wrist band.

Only to see the 00s.

Eyes going wide, he turned.

“Wait...wait, miss. Um,” awkwardly he tugged the band on his wrist down, showing it to her, his heart pounding and hoping he’d somehow missed running past someone else. But...but needing to know.

He nodded towards her wrist, face blank except for a slight wrinkle of worry to his brow. “Did you...by any chance...” he said, tone drawn between hope and dread.