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“If they’re as beautiful as you, I do.” His smile, so charming.

He could teleport, to leave everything behind and just continue playing cat and mouse but, he is slightly annoyed about having to find another dingy hotel that doesn’t question his guests are unidentified mutants.

Whatever, he’ll have to. He will have to find another hiding spot, as much as he enjoys these exchanges he also knows this woman is a professional and she could figure out a better way to take him down.

“Are you going to kill me? Or, my bounty requires for you to bring me alive?”

He drops the bags to the floor and walks toward her, studying her face.

His 'compliment' earns him an amused huff from her. "Cute," she says, only half mocking. After all, he IS cute, and —from what 'intel' she gathered during their first encounter— he is also a good kisser. It's a pity that they met in these circumstances.

She's quiet as he approaches her, icy blue eyes studying his face just as carefully as his own bright yellow ones are doing her own. This isn't how Silvija would have wanted things to go, but her team was growing LAZY, rebellious. A dangerous mix of characteristics– that much had been proven when they had not only disobeyed her order to simply watch and learn from his fight against rhino, but also gone behind her back and used her theory on what might make for a successful trap against him, and used it. So much could have gone wrong.

He could have died and then they would have to turn their money back. No pay was accepted if the job wasn't done. Silvija had to remind herself of that, even if right now she was on her "break".

The good thing about being her own boss is that she decides when her breaks end.

"If I had come here to kill you or capture you, I would have done it hours ago," she says. Then, moves around him, picking up the bags and leaving them on the bed. "You shouldn't leave your bags on the ground, it chases away wealth."

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—Chris Mc Geown

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ANGELINA JOLIE as LARA CROFT  an extra present for @safarigirlsp

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truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

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Brightburn (2019) || Parasitism by @growrotten || Poem about Cuckoo birds by @ellypop99

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aleksandra ola rudnicka | Female

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bothsidesofaquestion:

His day is ridiculously mundane. Could this be a gift from above? A day without problems so he just could relax? No, something will happen. Kurt knows better although, he is depressive enough not to care. Somehow, deep within him, he wants to help and wants to do good things but… Something has taken over his soul and it’s been there, way before Krakoa has gone. David knows, Kurt doesn’t want to hear him but he will speak into his mind sooner than later. He teleports into his room instead of bothering with talking all the way upstairs to something off setting. Something is making the hair of the back of his neck stand. “You!” He almost laughs. “What took you so long?”

The door didn't open.

Silviya figures that he has joined her in the room when the by-then-familiar scent that is quite akin to sulfur fills the air, spreading through the bedroom. By now, she knows that he can see in the dark– it was just a little piece of trivia she found out about him during their impromptu visit to the New York City subway; or as he called it, their 'leap of faith'.

Her eyes have adjusted to the darkness. She can tell his own aren't on her when it becomes clear that he's realized she's there.

In a way, he reminds her of a cat. Though, unlike a cat's, Wagner's senses seem to be SELECTIVE.

"Ah, so you DO have sharp senses," she hums. "Ez nagyszerű. I was starting to believe that my source about you having senses sharper than those of the average human had misinformed me– or that you had somehow sustained a traumatic brain injury so severe it crippled your senses and I was not informed. Either way, it would have been unpleasant."

Him having his senses intact doesn't shed any light on the questions that had plagued her mind since before she got here: How could he not notice he was being followed? Why was he exposing himself so much?

Silviya reaches back for the lamp on the nightstand, shedding some light —at least— on her surroundings.

His nearly-amused question makes her arch a brow. She leaned forward slightly, curious, yet half-judgmental: "Do you usually look forward to your enemies paying you visits?"

And, most importantly, was it a common occurrence for his enemies to pay him visits? Silviya tells herself that her reasons for wanting to know are completely professional. After all, if there are others out there who intend to capture him or worse, it could compromise her mission. She has to remind herself that she is here on a mission.

And yet, the helmet is off.

"Do you have a death wish?" she asks bluntly, standing up from the bed. This time around, she isn't holding him at gunpoint, or gripping his tail... Or well, falling onto him and kissing him. She's being quite professional and far more peaceful than her targets ever get to see her be. "It would be unnecessarily rude of you to have a death wish yet make my job so complicated, Mr. Wagner."

Plotted starter for @endlessmythos (Silvija)

Get yourself together Kurt.

Living in an abandoned building was alright for the pity party you’ve had since…

Well, since… I’ve lost count of the days.

Did Krakoa ever exist????

His thoughts are interrupted by the clerk, it’s time to pay for groceries. He was so distracted with his mind he didn’t even care about the classical -blatantly obvious- stares.

As he walks out the store, he calmly returns to the hotel where he has rented a room for the month.

He knows he is at risk by using his name and determination to ignore his image inducer but; he refuses to go back decades to a time when he was enough dependent to that little device he would panic if he ever forgets to use it outside.

It’s been weeks since they’ve tried to attack him anyway. Those Mercenaries know him, and, they know he is Spider-Crawler as well.

Whatever.

He would hate if the staff of the Hotel where he is temporarily staying suffers because of his negligence but, he is so done with sleeping on the floor…

And, he can wallow in his self-pity while he orders room service and watches about Charles Xavier’s crimes against humanity in the News.

Bye bye Nightcrawler, hello Spider-Crawler.

Well, no one else knows -but her- also, no one else knows he has renamed himself like that.

Mmm, maybe he should get into that Spiders message board as a random user and correct them by letting them know he prefers that to Creepy Crawler, Demon Spider or names like those.

Again, lost in his own thoughts… Maybe he should get more clothes before getting back to his temporary home. Money is not a problem and no one has managed to track his bank accounts, heck not even that woman… He is glad Peter helped him with his bank issues anyway.

If Krakoa wasn’t real, where did all that money come from?

Disgusting amounts of money. All these excesses, his family is no more…

Kurt crosses the street and heads to an avenue with many stores. New Yorkers, so many, so busy, so stressed and so self-absorbed, won’t ever care about a blue man with sunglasses and a hoodie, they never did.

Logan was right.

Where is Logan nowadays?

And, as he walks into the first store, Kurt once again sends everything to Hell and hopes no one needs the help of Dein freundlicher Nachbar der Spinenmann while he picks a new pair of boxers…

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He's not even trying to not get caught.

He must be trying to get himself killed. That's the only way Silver Sable can make sense of this... this NONSENSE. It was so difficult to get him the first time, he was as hard to get a hold of as a wet bar of soap, and now? Now, he was just out on the street, his spiderman ripoff suit left hell knows where, getting nasty looks from the locals as he went about life as if he wasn't what people called a mutie these days. A criminal just for existing– and because he was still being blamed for multiple assassinations.

It's easy to find him. Too easy. It's even easier to figure out where he's spending his time when he isn't out and about fighting crime in spandex or getting nasty looks for sticking out like a frostbit thumb.

Silver Sable takes no pleasure in her work– it is just that: work; and not one she would have chosen to make her life career if circumstances had been slightly different. It gives her no satisfaction, and yet, as she gets into his hotel room with concerning ease: through the front door by lying about being his girlfriend and telling them not to tell her she's in there because "It is a surprise.", after following him die a good portion of the day, she feels DISAPPOINTED.

Once inside his bedroom, she sits on the edge of the bed, testing the mattress. Silver Sable doesn't turn the light on. Instead, she sits in the dark and looks around, searching for any suspicious source of light that might indicate the room is bugged.

She finds nothing.

Her attention turns to the closet, then the door that leads to the bathroom. Silver Sable could look inside. Thoroughly search the place for any weapons, anything he could use to defend himself against her. She SHOULD.

The helmet comes off and gets left on the nightstand.

Silvija scoots to the middle of the bed, sitting cross legged and looking sharply ahead, at her own barely visible reflection in the pitch black television screen.

And she waits.

Plotted starter for @endlessmythos (Silvija)

Get yourself together Kurt.

Living in an abandoned building was alright for the pity party you’ve had since…

Well, since… I’ve lost count of the days.

Did Krakoa ever exist????

His thoughts are interrupted by the clerk, it’s time to pay for groceries. He was so distracted with his mind he didn’t even care about the classical -blatantly obvious- stares.

As he walks out the store, he calmly returns to the hotel where he has rented a room for the month.

He knows he is at risk by using his name and determination to ignore his image inducer but; he refuses to go back decades to a time when he was enough dependent to that little device he would panic if he ever forgets to use it outside.

It’s been weeks since they’ve tried to attack him anyway. Those Mercenaries know him, and, they know he is Spider-Crawler as well.

Whatever.

He would hate if the staff of the Hotel where he is temporarily staying suffers because of his negligence but, he is so done with sleeping on the floor…

And, he can wallow in his self-pity while he orders room service and watches about Charles Xavier’s crimes against humanity in the News.

Bye bye Nightcrawler, hello Spider-Crawler.

Well, no one else knows -but her- also, no one else knows he has renamed himself like that.

Mmm, maybe he should get into that Spiders message board as a random user and correct them by letting them know he prefers that to Creepy Crawler, Demon Spider or names like those.

Again, lost in his own thoughts… Maybe he should get more clothes before getting back to his temporary home. Money is not a problem and no one has managed to track his bank accounts, heck not even that woman… He is glad Peter helped him with his bank issues anyway.

If Krakoa wasn’t real, where did all that money come from?

Disgusting amounts of money. All these excesses, his family is no more…

Kurt crosses the street and heads to an avenue with many stores. New Yorkers, so many, so busy, so stressed and so self-absorbed, won’t ever care about a blue man with sunglasses and a hoodie, they never did.

Logan was right.

Where is Logan nowadays?

And, as he walks into the first store, Kurt once again sends everything to Hell and hopes no one needs the help of Dein freundlicher Nachbar der Spinenmann while he picks a new pair of boxers…

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"You hear that little boy? Your daddy wants you dead."

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Nikki Giovanni, from “Mirrors”

[Text ID: … but It Cannot Be A Mistake to have cared … It Cannot Be An Error to have tried … It Cannot Be Incorrect to have loved]

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A  FUCKED  UP  KISSING  MEME  bc  who  needs  soft  kisses  when  you  can  have  This   !

(   send  me   ‘  💔  ’   to  generate  the  angsty  way  that  our  muses  kiss.  feel  free  to  specify  a  number  or  who  is  kissing  who  if  you’d  like.   )

a  kiss  when  it’s  not  wanted.

a  kiss  when  it’s  not  allowed.

a  violent  kiss.

a  bloody  kiss.

a  lying  kiss.

a  kiss  as  a  warning.

a  kiss  on  an  injury  your  muse  gave  to  mine.

a  kiss  on  an  injury  my  muse  gave  to  yours.

a  kiss  accompanying  your  muse  injuring  mine.

a  kiss  accompanying  my  muse  injuring  yours.

a  drunk  /  drugged  kiss.

a   ‘  goodbye  ’   kiss.

a   ‘  please  ’   kiss.

an   ‘  i’m  sorry  ’   kiss.

an   ‘  i’ll  be  back  ’   kiss.

a  kiss  to  gain  control.

a  kiss  to  give  up  control.

a  kiss  that  draws  blood.

a  kiss  with  tears.

a  kiss  that  won’t  be  remembered.

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young justice? more like cassie and the boys(tm)

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The moral of the story in Brightburn (2019) is: if you find out your son is a super powerful entity who killed your abusive wife-beater of a best friend 1) don't go "He's not our son, he's just the thing we found in the woods" within earshot of him, and 2) DON'T TAKE HIM OUT HUNTING AND SHOOT HIM UNLESS YOU'RE CERTAIN THE BULLET WILL DO THE JOB.

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Power Girl Vol. 2 #4 (card stock variant) (2023)

Art by: Jamal Campbell

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Bombard my muse with questions! Anything you would like to know about them, ask!

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@home1ander

they matched each others freak. 42 injured. 7 dead. 12 missing.