#ubiytsar

[heroicalias-blog]

The days following the incident were the worst. After a day of morning, a string of looting and pillaging followed into the next month and by the time the dust had settled, New York was a ghost town.

Everyone Jess knew had vanished. Her girlfriend. Her sister. Her “friends” and her friendly neighborhood bartender. And she was never good at coping. 

Flicking the cap off the bottle she downed the drink in one motion before tossing it behind her for it to join its shattered brethren. Closing her eyes, she leaned back and let the fog once again roll into her brain. Dulling her mind to prevent any thoughts towards the fallen was the only way she could continue on.

Taking a deep breath, she leaned back in bed and reached out for the last bottle in her collection. All so she could fall asleep with no nightmares. Fingers grasped onto the neck of the bottle, and she pulled it towards her. 

And it resisted. So she pulled harder and instead of the bottle, she found a hand roughly pushing against her knee. Eyes snapped open as she prepared to swing at the stranger.

“You.” Instead, her swing paused as her breath caught in her throat and her eyes roamed erratically over the woman who looked less reality and more hallucination. Yet with the pressure of her hand on her leg...

She let the bottle go and reached out to grasp her wrist gripping it tightly as if her hand was enough to anchor this phantom to her world.

“Where the fuck have you been.”

[igotus]

“Why are you acting so weird?”

Brooklyn 99 : Season 4 sentence starters. Pt. 1

“I’m.. I’m not acting weird?”

“You know... you don’t even know me well enough to know what ‘acting weird’ is for me. This isn’t acting weird.”

[ahawkwardguy]

@ubiytsar

Everything’s been such a drag lately, even beating up the local trouble makers was a little boring. So when the prospect of this seemingly stupid game came forward Clint met it with enthusiasm. So what if he might get turned into some inhuman thing for getting a low score - low score. Like that was even gonna happen.

Clint pulled his phone out and went to texting someone else who might enjoy this little exercise.

[contact: Nat :) ]

[1/ 2 ] idk if u know whats going on in golden but if you feel like stretching ur legs a bit

[2/ 2 ] bet u cant pop more of these ridiculous balloons than me ;)

And with that sent he turns his location on.

[redribution]

@ubiytsar  —

There was so much crime on this island. Sure, there weren’t any Jokers, no Two-Faces or Penguins, but there were so many thugs out on the street. Beating on innocents, stealing, taking what they had no right to take. He’d been traversing rooftops for the better part of the night, forgoing sleep for the sake of helping people who couldn’t help themselves. It had been a while since he did this... it was good to get back to basics. Even better to beat a bunch of assholes half to death. 

He stood over a pile of about a dozen unconscious goons, searching their bodies for some kind of identification or branding. They had to have a leader, right? Someone had to be in charge. These guys were lucky all he had was a BB gun. If he still had his real guns, or hell, even his tire iron, they’d have been dead.

And that’s when things got a little shaky. In the middle of searching them, a woman in an all black suit had shown up, seemingly out of nowhere, and she didn’t look too happy at the mess he’d made. “i’d tell you it’s not what it looks like, but it’s probably exactly what it looks like. they’re not dead, though. they were all unarmed and i pretty much am, too.” Was she the leader?

[uncagedclaws-blog]

@ubiytsar

{ ✤ } » — Since discovering that Gambit’s residence had not been where she was initially led to believe, Laura had since taken it upon herself to investigate the matter. She could have very easily just confronted him on the subject, however, at the risk of having to divulge why she knew the truth, she had elected to avoid it. That, and it didn’t take much effort to figure it out on her own.

                Fibonacci proved to be a very mysterious ward. It wasn’t as boisterous as Golden, and though it was quiet, it didn’t quite share Cotes’ peaceful atmosphere. The buildings were amazingly tall and she couldn’t put her finger on it, but she got the feeling she could understand why Gambit didn’t spend the majority of his time here. Nonetheless, after her last awkward encounter, it seemed preferable to start looking for him here.

                Or, so the plan had entailed. At least until something catches in her peripheral vision. A quick glimpse of fiery tresses quickly, albeit stealthily, rounding a corner, and Laura’s curiosity is officially roused. Not a sight one might expect from a typical person out and about. Then again, also not a sight that would necessarily be noticed by a typical person out and about. But she had never been normal.

                She doesn’t even hesitate to consider her options before following. It’s been too long since she’s seen the slightest bit of action; surely she can’t allow what abilities she still has to fall dormant. Though a bit lacking on the intimidation front since having her claws taken from her, its nothing she’s unable to compensate for. Laura’s light on her feet as she turns the very same corner she’d seen the mysterious figure turn before her.

                 “Who are you, and what do you think you are doing?” she ultimately questions, already prepared to stand her ground if needed. However, it isn’t until she’s already made her presence known that she finds she recognizes this scent. And a proper look at the formerly mysterious person confirms it.

                 “Wait, you are...the spy from the Avengers. The one who wanted me to join the Academy.” Laura’s expression remains stern, though her stance relaxes. “You are Natasha Romanov, are you not?”

[pcnnydime]

💛

send me one of the following symbols and i’ll make a moodboard for my character.

                                                     💛 for a moodboard about our muses’ relationship

[dotchr-blog]

♕, ㋡

➤➤➤“what 4th wall?”

♕ what do they think of their mun?

     “What do I think of Chibi... Um, to be honest, I’m not sure! I’d say      they’re kinda closed off, so it’s really hard to see what’s really in      their heart! I mean, aside from cute video game boys and girls.      And vine references. And tumblr posts from five years ago.”

     “... Anyway, despite that, I like to think they’re giving their best! They’re      still figuring things out, and I’m proud of them for how far they’ve come.      Even if they feel like things aren’t getting better, the fact that they’re still      here shows that things are getting better. I hope they’re less stressed      in the future and they find total happiness.”

     “... And I hope they finally get better at smash, for when the new      game is released! They... really need the practice!”

㋡ which icon of them that mun has is their favorite? which one do they never want to see mun use again or ever? 

     “I think I look cute in this one! I mean, it’s hard to choose, because      they’re all so good! If I had to pick a least favorite and one I wouldn’t      want them to use...”

     “I mean, jumpscares are kinda funny, but this could really spook      someone out! I don’t want it to be used! At least, not yet...”

[kineticcardtricks-blog]

“We don’t need the map, we’ll just drive.”

JASON MRAZ

      “Listen t’you, speakin’ my language! That’s how I like t’roll anyway-- ain’t ever need a map more than once anyway. Cruise on inta whatever’s ahead? That’s how life should be. No direction. No nothin’--- you know how it works, miss Nat.”

[invitedeath]

❛ Anyone can betray anyone. ❜

RED QUEEN SENTENCE PROMPTS > @ubiytsar

were the words poised to matter? did she perhaps think him the trusting sort? though his back was still presented to her, his face instead greeting the wisps of dawn the horizon allowed to bleed through the clouds, his voice still carried to reach her ears, as did his lack of care for her summoned wisdom. “ humanity could never be trusted, not when even betraying themselves is such a common thread. “ they do, time and time again, tell lies to ensure their own happiness. feed themselves until they are stuffed full of their own excessive visions of the truth, before it kills them like a poison worming through their bodies. 

“ trusting any of the lice which fed upon this world or the last has been an abandoned mistake. i have little wisdom to spare you, other than that. “ watching her doubt herself, perhaps, over the words he did allow her to savour, was a far more satisfying end. was she the type to corrode? to waste away with her doubts as they caved her skull in? was she one to see past it, perhaps with one of those true hearts the world would boast was a necessity to hold? but then, it mattered so little. she was just one, one of plenty. he does not even possess the stupidity to doubt his own self, to see any fault in trusting his soul, his very mind. no no, he was steeled for his dreams, well enough. 

and she? whether she cared or not, the seeds had already been sowed. 

[magnumwedding]

❝ what is it with girls and rain? ❞

❤ ┋   TO ALL THE BOYS I’VE LOVED BEFORE : accepting !

               ❝   Well, it’s a total — wait… What do humans call it ?  Sashay ?  Cli… Clickay ??  Whatever it is, it’s super romantic and something everybody wants !!  Like kissing on the beach at sunset or a chance meeting in the bookstore or a date at the amusement park or — Oooh, or having a big fight and going separate ways but then realizing they’re your  TRUE LOVE  and then running to reunite at the airport before they fly off to Barcelona for the summer and — Gosh, I can’t !  I just can’t !!  ❞

[isolaradiale]

hello!! i'll be migrating from citta and i'd like to app natasha romanova / black widow (marvel, ubiytsar) and jean grey / phoenix (x-men, mutanix) please. thank youuu c:

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale!

You will be housed in TOWNHOUSE 219.Jean will be housed in APARTMENT 319.

You will retain all power and weapon unlocks!

– mod altair.

[heroicalias-blog]

A Winter Night’s Dream

@ubiytsar​

Jessica Jones had never been the sociable type. She didn’t know her bartender’s name, nor had she ever thought to ask the name of the only cashier at her bodega. Not that many words were ever exchanged at 3am, simply a mute nod of the head when she walked out with a bottle of vodka.

A bottle that was almost half empty by the time she pushed open the slightly broken door to her apartment. And she stopped.

Jess knew just how much alcohol she could handle and the drink had never caused hallucinations. Quite the opposite. 

So that was clearly the real Black Widow standing in her living room.

Right.

Steeling herself she stepped into her room. Her cool exterior belied the vortex of emotions that was battling in her stomach. An insistent part of her wanted her to run, while the more rational part of her mind told her that would be futile.

Taking another step, she let herself breathe in deep the cold winter air and continued ahead. For having drank half a bottle of vodka, she had never felt more sober.

Just act normal. It’s fine. Shield’s resident super spy in my office. Just a normal Thursday. Yeah.

As she traversed through her living room to cautiously place her bottle on her desk, she tried to come up with something to say.

Something.

Anything.

It didn’t even have to be clever. “Don’t know if you’ve read the sign, hours are from noon to midnight.” 

Yeah. Nailed it.

[igotus]

Snack Time.

@ubiytsar

The screams of fully grown men turned into shrieks of terror. They locked themselves in with a monster, unbeknownst at first, and now had the misfortune of becoming a meal.

Thirty minutes prior to the screaming, Eddie Brock had entered a small financial establishment in hopes of collecting some kind of currency to get buy on until he found a new job. It was just their luck that he entered the building just before men clad in black attire and face masks made a noisy entrance - pointing guns at civilians and yelling at the poor woman manning the desk. 

Now, Venom was enjoying their shrieks as they bit the head off one of the bad guys. The guns that fired had no affect on their form, and they made sure that nothing touched their host. Dropping the headless body, they turned their attention to the gunmen, drool spilling through a toothy grin.

“Who shot at us? If you do not answer we will eat all of you. If you answer, we might let you live.” [Stop playing with your food.]  Eddies voice was clear in their head, the comment causing a laugh to hiss through their teeth. Each man pointed at another, dropping their guns altogether. Once the guns were dropped the small number of civilians, including the teller, ran for the door - banging on it in an attempt to get out. Of course they were locked tight, triggered by the attempted robbery. They had no intention of harming the civilians, and thus ignored their panic.

“It seems to me that all of you pulled the trigger on us?” They grabbed the closest cowering man, ripping the mask off their face as they lifted him three feet from the ground. “Then we will have to eat you all.” Their tongue slipped passed their fangs, dragging over the face of the man shaking in their hand - crying, chatting no no, please no. 

[respectinganger-blog]

❝ Wow, looks like he hates you even more than me. ❞

“That some kind of accomplishment? I’m not the most likable guy around. I go around acting like a criminal then beat the shit out  of the criminals I’m pretending to be a part of. I’m kind of a magnet for hate when it comes to his type. Which is a shame considering he’s the only one that suspects anything.”

[redribution]

"It isn't easy being this generous."

Meme | Accepting and answering every Friday.

“that’s what you call generous? you just broke that guy’s whole face. yeah, sure, he was definitely a pig, but sheesh... remind me not to flirt with you. ever.”

[soldierofadamantium-blog]

❛ What am I supposed to do? ❜

sentence starters. || enough’s enough.

“Yer ‘sppose to keep yer eye on the target instead of askin’ me what ta do, sweetheart.” Logan then releases a snort, feeling nostalgia over this entire scene before him. He trained her long ago and doing it again was really something else. Was wholesome the word for it? Maybe. “I missed this really, but why are ya askin’ me to mentor ya like this again? Yer a goddamn expert already and ya know it.”