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[libertysshield-blog]

□ for your muse to fall on mine and land on top of them

They were going at it, trading blow for blow, Steve pulling all of his punches. He was slow, powerful compared to the quick jabs and slick moves that Matt was pulling on him. It felt more like dancing, but his feet weren’t sure of all the moves. They got tangled up with Matt’s, and the smaller man fell on the floor, Steve tumbling after him. He caught himself last minute, his hands splayed on either side of Matt. He laughed breathlessly, impressed that the other could get him to worked up.

“You’ve got some moves, Murdock.” He chuckled, shifting a little but making no move to stand up. “Impressive moves.”

[soldtothechurch]

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Continued from ask

“Huh? Whatever happened to priestly duties? You’re gonna want to hear this one. Trust me.”

The answering smile only reached one side of Marcus' lips and the raise of an eyebrow gave it the tang of sarcasm. "You'd have to get to an actual priest for priestly duties.", he answered but turned towards the visitor anyway.

The intensity of his appraisal of the other had nothing to do with the man's apparent blindness. Markus Keane was many things, but meek he was not. "Well then, tell me what I want to hear."

[rokovoya]

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Objectively, Matt looked like a mess, but his spirits were riding high. He’d just beaten down a thug that had a significant physical size advantage. –And didn’t stick around for him to wake back up, but that was beside the point. Part of him hoped that Natasha caught part of that fight. Another part of him hoped she was impressed. Both parts wouldn’t ever admit to it or say anything out loud.

“Yeah… It’s not good.”

she’d caught the tail end of the fight --- had considered stepping in at one point, but he had it under control. impressive, sure, and there was a part of her that wanted to ask why he hadn’t asked for help before going after the guy --- but she’d be an hypocrite to even broach the subject. there was a hesitation before she took a step closer --- enough to to reach out a hand, fingers gripping loosely at his jaw to tilt it upwards so she could get a better look.

           ‘ gonna need to clean that.   ’  

[burnedwinter]

moonlight: I think about you sometimes. sunlight: we're mutuals and I love u

I love you too. We should do stuff, really, we should.

*pushes a cuddly James into your direction*

[practicesmilinginthemirror]

Behind Another Mask

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It had been a quiet night, if there ever truly were any in Gotham.  Blake had already made his usual path, suited and masked, through the city's darker neighborhoods.  Nights like that one, he often spent further uptown, choosing to listen to the city's thrum, its heartbeat, from atop the higher rooftops. 

Typically, the silence followed him, all of the city's noise and static remaining stories below his feet.  He could sit on a retaining wall, legs dangling over the glow of streetlights and headlights, pretend for a moment that there was more innocence in the movement and breath of activity than he knew there to be.  Or, as he did that night, he hovered over the financial district, eyeing trades, meetings both secret and public, watching the interests of the city's mob factions gain their influence in real time.  From there, he knew who to hunt, later.  Not to kill, if he could help it--the city had seen enough blood for all their lifetimes--but to trip, to trap, and to stop.

He expected the smooth faces, the eerie masks of civility below the rooftops, the pretense at playing human, but he did not expect to meet any other sorts of masks, nor ones on eye level.

Neither did he expect a masked figure to appear on a neighboring rooftop. And definitely not such a figure clad in a form-fitting suit much like his own, yet distinctly different. 

Frozen in place for a moment, he wondered if he had stumbled upon a more elaborate copy-cat than the normal ones who tended to get themselves beaten and damaged before quitting the theatrics.  Eyes trained on the figure, he soon climbed back over the edge of the wall, quietly setting his feet firmly on the gritty floor, wondering what this one was here for.

[heartswritten-blog]

“NO ONE TELLS ME WHAT TO DO UNLESS WE’RE IN BED.” - hanzo? LOL why he scream

( SEXUAL TENSION SENTENCE STARTERS! )Though his gaze flickers for a beat with something close to disbelief, Hanzo’s response to the rejection of his command is both swift and immediate. Slamming his bow into the other’s chest at shoulder-level in order to topple him over the railing at their backs, he promptly vaults across it as well, scarf fluttering in his wake. They land in a heap behind a hedge, scratched and snagged but hidden from sight. Already anticipating some sort of indignant response, he claps a gauntleted hand over Matthew’s mouth, then flattens himself out on top of him before he can sit up– Stormbow is between their bellies, jabbing into his ribs. A half-second later, the rapid thrum of pulse rifle fire rings out overhead. As soon as it dies down, replaced by the sound of receding footsteps, Hanzo rolls off of him and snatches up a stray arrow.

“… Very well. Next time, I will let you die.”

[strangcrdoctor]

“Look, I’m fine with you using the Sanctum roof as a sort of rest-stop if you need one here in Greenwich, but just know that if you do there might be... other people. Up here. Doing the same thing. You know. Just in case you aren’t fond of crowds.” Which wasn’t to say that he’d ever had a crowd of night-stalking heroes on his roof, but he had a troop of them who used it from time to time. It was a fair warning to let the other know that he might not be the only other person up here some night - and that the other people up there also might not be the resident of the house below.

“I feel like I should almost put a coffee pot up here for you, but I sort of don’t want to attract any more vigilantes than already come to my door on any given day.” That also wasn’t entirely true, given so long as they were good vigilantes he preferred that they did feel open enough to come to him. It was all a terrible Catch 22, but that was essentially all his life had become. “Unless of course you wanted to actually talk to me tonight.”

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[castiglicne-a]

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“I don’t know.” Frank grumbled, looking anywhere but at Matt. He could still feel it, feel their connection; the first skin-to-skin contact they’d ever had sent a jolt of... Something. It was an indescribable feeling. It felt like electricity was flowing through his veins. It felt like elation and power and hope ─ it just felt right.

Until they were no longer touching, anyway.

“Maria...” Frank began, throat tight. “Maria was my soulmate. I mean ─ shit, I guess some people get two, but...” He trailed off, shaking his head. “We don’t even like each other. I don’t need this. I don’t want this. Especially not with you.” Frank’s tone was scathing and angry, but practically everything he’d just said was a blatant lie.

[brutalvigilante]

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The hand didn’t give a flying fuck about the differences he had with Red. From their perspective, there was no difference between the Daredevil and the Punisher. Which was how Frank had ended up in one dark, cold cell together with the self-righteous asshole.

They had already tried forcing the heavy metal door open with no luck and from a guess, they had been in there for a little over 36 hours.

Either the Hand was planning to just forget about them and leave them there to rot, or they would come and collect them eventually. Frank was planning to be  alert and in fighting shape when that happened. Which was the reason for Frank allowing himself to go to sleep.

He should have known better, he thought after he woke up with a bellowing scream with the feeling of his family’s blood still on his skin. Maria’s face frozen in shock and her hair matted with blood, Junior’s twisted body and Lisa …

He took great, gulping breaths of air with his skin buzzing with the awareness of an enemy right beside him.

[unhciligen]

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Melina decided to grab the other under his arms to help him up and then held onto his hand as she started running. This was not the moment to pop his shoulder back in so she wanted to get away as fast as possible and make sure that neither one of them ends up with a bullet in thier head while running away. “ I’ll pop it back in later , but for now just run!” Her thick Russian accent coming through now that she couldnt focus that much on carefully picking her words before saying them.

[maudliinshit-blog]

“So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?”

  “To be fair, I’d gotten one guy down before that rat bastard hit me in the back of the damn head.” Billy looks up at the man who’d just beaten his attacker. Guy looks like he’s wearing some fetish gear Billy swears he saw in a club once in Germany--but, he did save his ass, so no complaints. Still, he tries to stand back up, supporting himself against the wall he’d been thrown against. “Must’ve thought I could handle it. Usually can.”

[rokovoya]

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SHE HADN’T BEEN back to the city in a while. it wasn’t home, not really. but it was rife with memories that she hadn’t been keen on revisiting ----for a time. every once in a while, however, the spider had to crawl back to her web; whether to nurse her wounds or meet up with contacts ----and this day would be no different.

as if on cue, memories came back to haunt her unbidden, and natasha was facing one at the most inopportune times. in another situation, she might have been pleased to see him. in this one ----well, it was complicated. 

they hadn’t left things on the best of terms, and as of late she hadn’t been on the best of terms with anyone, ------isaiah excluded. she’d been making some choices that SHIELD wouldn’t approve of ----but she wasn’t working with them anymore ( good thing, since they paid peanuts compared to her more recent job )  and the last thing she needed was a lecture from the devil himself. when she finally turned to greet him, it was with a look of already prepared frustration.

        ‘   i really hope you’re not here to interfere, matt, i have a job to do.   ’

[burnedwinter]

Truth or Dare(devil)

“No, no, no. You should have known better, Devil,” he mocked the man on the floor that he had almost knocked out. Daredevil was quick, a great fighter and man, he could handle a punch, but Brock’s punch was like a sledgehammer right to the face.

“You know that I get into serious trouble with your good pal Bullseye when I kill you, everyone knows that you are his favorite little obsession. On the other hand, we aren’t on good terms right now anyway. So, why not.”

He sat down on the Devil’s chest and patted his face. “Do you hear me? Let’s have some fun.”

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[russianspider-blog1]

@wcrldaflame           New York City, for the first time in the years. Walking the streets, feeling the itch in his bones that meant it was time to kill again. But you. There were so many people in a city like this, and yet so few that caught Niko’s eye.            He was particular in his desires. This went far beyond any sort of simple need, it was that bone deep definition of who he was.           He was a killer, who even now saw something of potential up ahead on the street.           Helpless. Blind. Tapping that white cane along the street pavement. And Niko smiles, slipping in behind the man. Listening to him talk on the phone, talk about his work, and Niko doesn’t care what the words are, he just likes how the man’s voice sounds. Warm and rich, and it settles underneath Niko’s skin. He wants to heat it all the time.           As the sun sets, Niko keeps a steady pace behind the man, as they travel into the darker part of the city. The run down streets, the women who don’t stop in one place too long. Until the man takes a turn down an alley, and Niko can catch up, grab his arm, pull him in close.           After nearly an hour of following, and he can finally touch his prey.

[theycalledmetheasset]

"You were literally humping the couch."

James growls under his breath, sweeping a hand through his sweaty hair to get it out of his face.  “Well, you try going through a rut without a mate.”  He fell back onto said couch and stared up at the ceiling.  “It sucks and the alpha suppressants on the market don’t work on me.”

[heartswritten-blog]

i’m not a box of avocados. - any muse!

LOGAN SENTENCE STARTERS!“… No, you aren’t.”

The duffel bag he drops lands on its side with a hard thump, a twisted mass of red wires spilling out like plastic-coated entrails. There’s a clock tangled up in them, the number on its display steadily shrinking. Kicking a crate aside to advance on the other intruder, Reaper steps over the vegetables scattered across the storeroom’s slick floor with a shotgun in each taloned hand.“… Which means you shouldn’t be back here, right? I’m feeling generous. I’ll count to three. One…”