#viperbit

[griim]

@viperbit asked; ‘ don’t treat me like a child. ’

"I don't mean to treat you like a child, I-" was she meaning to? Was this some care or love for the other? Gemma, deep down, wanted to protect the other, even if she never wanted to admit it. "I just wanted to make sure you were safe. There was never a thought in my mind that you were some child that needed protecting. Yeah, I looked out for you and shit, but it wasn't because you were a child in my eyes." Inhaling deeply, she looked down, "if you want me to stop, I will stop."

[metalhalf-archived]

"agent 72," isla said, sticking out her hand to the red head. they'd crossed each other's orbits a few time before, but the SHIELD agent had never been fully introduced to the woman.

"thanks for saving my ass back there." isla could have handled it on her own, but there was something she was coming to realize; working as a team was a good thing. dare she say it, isla CRAVED having a team of her own. maybe fury would give her a unit or something. @viperbit gets a random starter

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for @viperbit : I wanna give some love to viperbit because they're really so nice and put so much thought and detail into their character, and I am glad water is tasting for her. 

[zapasnoysoldat]

STARTER // @viperbit

It's been over a decade since he's seen a Widow and still he can spot them from a mile away. It's something in the way they move, he thinks to himself. Somewhere between a ghost and a snake. But this isn't an assassination. The bar's too crowded, too public. Too many eyes. Good. He doesn't want to ruin this evening with violence.

Leaning back on his chair, he puts down the bottle of beer he's been sipping. Blue eyes find the woman who's now sat down beside him and he smiles. "Who sent you?" he asks calmly. He's been waiting for the past to catch up with him for years. Now he's curious which part won the race.

[inaredflush]

@viperbit to make up for the draft i deleted

"I'm just not apologizing for my jokes anymore." Kate said with a shrug as she unlocked their apartment door. "These are all adults, they can just deal with it." With that, the archer stepped toward the wine fridge and pulled out a bottle of their favorite white. "On a brighter note, I got some ice cream that's supposed to go really well with this."

[arachnidiots-a]

continued from PETER & CELAENA.

with an hollow "yeah," he agrees, scooting all the way through to stand fully inside her home, rather than perched on the window. usually, he loves a good window seat, it's a nice viewpoint on its own, of the whole city he admires and treasures. tonight, the window sill feels uncertain beneath their feet.

his eyes try to take it in, but its overwhelming-- and his attention seems unable to move away from the small lights. it's not his first time here, but he's never quite stopped before to take a look around. it's too much for him to do now. maybe when he finally calms, but for now he keeps to one decor at a time. a gloved hand reaches out to poke at one of the small lights, watching the string wave slightly at the disturbance. cookies? his head slowly turns back towards her. another, "yeah. i'd like that"

[hexsrealityarchived2]

Lyric Starter Post

☽◯☾┄─ ❝ Here in the darkness I know myself ❞

@viperbit || Evanescence-Lithium ✰

[arch-dieangelo]

STARTER  CALL.           @viperbit​​​​​          (     celaena     )    

          “     if i were you, i’d stop talking,     ”     he addresses the last man still standing, and the shadows over his right arm dissipate as he reaches out to place a hand on his shoulder. the man’s face turned pale, hair falling out follicle by follicle. skin crumbled away in dry flakes, along with his clothes and flesh, leaving a bleached-white skeleton, weapon still in hand. nico pulls his hand away and takes a step back.     “     you’re dismissed,     ”     he says, and the skeleton collapses into a pile of bones. he turns, then, to celaena.     “     i know you had that handled. wanted to actually do something, for once.     ”

[griim]

@viperbit asked; ✉

Dear Cel, the best daughter anyone could ask for.

As you can imagine, this is the most difficult letter for me to write. Right now, as you read this, I am more than likely dead. And you know what's funny? It was not dying that caused me pain or made me scared. I knew that was how this would end. But what did scare me the most was the thought of leaving my family behind, leaving you and Nate behind. You taught me that I could open up to someone and know that they will love me and that I can love and not get hurt in return.

I was always so curious about why I was here and where we were going after this part of our journey ended, and for me, I am sure it is hell. I always did like the head. I spent hours thinking about the meaning of life and, in particular, what I was doing here. Of course, I never had any answers to these questions until you came into my life, Cel. I feel like I did what I was meant to do in this life. Give you the life I wanted for so long. I hope that I was able to do that. Show you that this world is not THAT bad, even if it does kinda suck. Sometimes. :) But meeting you and your father for the first time, I planted roots, permanent roots. I mean emotional roots. The kinds that attach you to another human being and are so strong. I remember being afraid to love you and your father as much as I had come to, especially with the losses in my life. It was all worth it, all the hardships and hell we went through. I would do it all again to get to know you, Cel. The beautiful woman you have become, you are going to change this world. I know it. I wish… I wish I could be there to see it.

But I can’t be there. The world had different plans, but do not think for a second that I regret anything you and I did together. Alright? And up until my dying, fighting breath, you and your father were on my mind. You made me smile one last time, and as you read this, remember I love you, Celaena Harding-Li Fonti. Your past does not and will not ever define you. You are free to be who YOU are and who YOU want to be. Go out there and see the world. Make them remember your name and how amazing you are. My brave, beautiful, and strong daughter.

This isn’t a goodbye. This is a see you later. Gemma Elizabeth Li Fonti

P.S. I am entrusting you with my weapons. I know you might not find much interest, but please keep the one named Reaper safe. Okay? And always keep your head up. You are a fighter, sweetie. And you are never alone as long as I live in your heart, okay? Remember that. I love you.

[metalhalf-archived]

“if it grieves you, then i don’t think it’s absurd at all.”

becoming a soldier, there was always a risk of losing part of yourself. mentally, emotionally, or physically. and dare she say it, isla felt she suffered from all three. though the physical aspect was the most grievous. but she couldn't allow herself to think about it. dwell on it. if she did, the woman would crumble.

"we're supposed to be machines," she said with a bitter laugh. how ironic. "emotionless. intelligence only. now look at me." gaze lingered on her left palm. her left eye graced with the ability to see through fake skin to the cybernetics below. she shuddered. "It's absurd that i allow myself to grieve the loss of mind, body, and spirit. we were trained better then that." @viperbit

[razorfst]

“Can I have my Christmas toast?”

"No."

[goldshadowsarchive]

@viperbit @nosestealer

[rampxnt]

closed starter for @viperbit

"they're not gonna treat you like me, they're not going to kiss you like me, they're not as hot as me." he ranted, his head tilted and a look of disbelief on his face. "they're timid and i am not. so i don't get what i'm missing here."

[inaredflush]

@viperbit liked this post for a starter from kim possible!

"I wish I had your budget." The younger redhead said, looking at her weapons collection in awe. "Everything I have is just stuff that Wade made for me. And he's great, but he doesn't have knives on a rope!"

[arachnidiots-a]

@viperbit   :   SENT “ do you wanna talk about this, or be distracted, or left alone? “   TO PETER PARKER

“distracted, please.” his voice is just a step above a whisper. he needed his mind off of the way the night went— the way he messed up. a car of all things had backfired and boomed loud enough in his ears that memories rushed back with no mercy. it was only a car, but his night as spider-man was cut short. he took his head into his hands, fingers running through his hair, pulling. “i want to talk, just not about this, anything but this.”