#Verse -> Main

[respondedinkind]

@darehearts cont. [x]

Khan seems to be the personification of nonchalance at that very moment; The chosen cookie is picked off the plate and bitten into without any second thoughts, as if he has nothing to care about at this very moment. ---Perhaps Khan truly does not, actually; He's on his break currently, heard about the Captain's baking skills, the fact that he offers his results freely to anyone who wants to have a taste.

And if there's one thing to know about Khan - besides ... everything else, really - it is that he's got an insanely massive sweet tooth. Anything baked is his favorite, for the matter, and he sure as hell isn't letting that opportunity go to waste.

So, when half the cookie has already disappeared between a set of lips, and when Kirk finally speaks, a set of blue eyes equally-as-finally flicks over to take in the sight of the other he's been more or less ignoring for now; Just because he can, that is, not because he's holding any kind of grudge in any way.

His intentions might have even been of... teasing nature. A bit of a jab between... colleagues?

"---Unfortunate."

Teeth part, the rest of that cookie disappears between them; Khan chews, brushes off any crumbs sticking to his fingers by wiping his palms along the hem of his shirt, then---

...Takes another cookie. For good measure. They're good.

"Perhaps I still have to get used to..." Another bite is taken, equally as nonchalant as the others, "...the human ways of behavior." Another bite. No, Khan is not serious - he knows how stuff works. He's just... him.

It is then that he actually shows a smirk, a rather playful one, as he tilts his head.

"So, are you going to put me back behind glass for a second time? 'Dared to take two cookies from the Captain's plate'. ---Outrageous."

[lil-vibes]

Silk Cradle was rough on them lol

[chromieclipse]

The Truth, Part 4.

Next. Previous Start.

[heartorbit]

figure skating set right now please. thanks

[daily-sifloop]

make them be grossly touchy clingy with each other >:)

Day 67: Push me. And then just touch me. 'Til I can get my. Satisfaction.

[sulfurzee]

The River Rises

(some closeups + designs i'm kinda proud of :]!!!)

[tevintersnakes]

back in the fallout pit, fortunately my art has improved since 2016 so I can draw doctors hanging out together somewhat effectively now

[the-republic-of-california-fr-fr]

You know what

I'm breaking away from America

AND BECOMING MY OWN COUNTRY >:3

[respondedinkind]

@noblehcart

"I wanted to ask before we begin...why did you agree to this?" For the life of Liesel all she wanted to do was shake herself for the stupid question. Who looked a gift horse in the mouth? He had agreed to potentially provide some information and she just wanted to know why. After all he had done to....everyone. Mankind. But here he was standing behind a glass wall within a cell and she was there with a holopad to take notes. "You don't have to...everything you say is going to be scrutinized given your-" Jaw sawed slightly, jade eyes flickering away in embarrassment. "-history as of late and the trial."

Does it surprise him to see her standing there, on the other side of that crystalline wall that separates them from one another? No, not really.

Of course it does not; Khan has agreed to offer whatever he can, after all. With everything that had happened mere days ago, including the partial destruction of Section 31, the fight against a Klingon squad, him joining Captain Kirk to travel to space to infiltrate the very ship he had designed---

---Almost killing Marcus, but not quite; Ending up breaking his knee, spitting in his face instead, before surrendering once more---

... He's here now. Waiting to be seen in court. Hoping to increase his chances to receive... anything, really. Anything besides being put into cryosleep again; Preferably something that will keep his crew, his people, his family, safe.

This has always been his main goal - and will always remain to be that, no matter what's going to happen in the near - or far - future.

"That's an interesting question to ask, Miss...?" Khan doesn't know her name yet, but he's sure she will give it to him soon; His words are followed up by blue eyes looking over at her form from where he currently sits, taking in the sight of his visitor.

"---I am, to put it plain and simple, willing to cooperate." Which should, in return, offer him a better chance of receiving a milder sentence, after all.

[respondedinkind]

Even though Tony does not say much in return to Khan's spoken words, their gazes continue to linger; Blue eyes sinking into impossibly deep and dark ones, watching their own reflection within those black pupils as the seconds pass, one after another.

The silence is deafening and Khan swallows, but does not move otherwise. He breathes, takes deep inhales of oxygen before exhaling them through flared nostrils, lips parted before they close back up; He can tell that Tony isn't satisfied with the answers he's given, demands to hear more, to know what's going on---

But they are interrupted by a rather loud noise leaving the communicator attached to the shorter one's chest: A slightly distorted voice echoes through the brig, firm and easy to understand, and Khan gets the implication of what's held within those commanding words before whoever is speaking there has even finished his entire sentence. It allows him to collect himself, at least partially so, his brows knitting as his clear gaze flicks to the side briefly...

He knows that someone must have caught them speaking to one another, watched the interaction happening through the security cameras looking over the holding cells. Perhaps he shouldn't have let himself get this carried away; Maybe Khan has now put Tony's safety at risk, and that thought causes his jaw to clench and his lips to press into a thin line as his eyes return to where they have been lingering on for a while now.

Tony's words that follow causes his heart to ache and Khan exhales forcefully, then opens his mouth so as to take one more breath - attempting to calm himself and his own emotions further, unsuccessfully so - before he regards the one man he's hold the most dear of all of them again---

"Do not let them make you believe in a reality that does not exist." There's something desperate clinging to his spoken syllables, and he makes sure his voice is quiet - so quiet, in fact, that a normal human wouldn't be able to pick up on it through the security camera's speakers.

Tony's genetically enhanced, his hearing should be improved as well.

"Try to focus on what you see and what feels right to you - not what you think must be the truth, Tony."

One more second passes and Khan blinks, once, before he stands straight, fingers curling into tight fists as he glances at his former friend for one last time. Then he turns, walks back into his cell, eyes closing as he does, hoping that the other will manage to keep himself save during whatever happens to him next.

Tony’s   still   not   exactly   sure   what   the   other   life   was,   and   how   he   was   supposed   to   make   sense   of   it.   The   one   riddle   Khan   was   refusing   to   give   up   the   answer   to   and   the   engineer   is   getting   impatient.   Yes,   he   was   considered   a   genius   in   his   field,   and   he   had   incredible   abilities   to   pick   up   and   learn   new   stuff   at   record   speed,   but   emotions   were   a   thing   that   he   buffered   on.   And   that’s   the   only   thing   that   he   understood   about   Khan’s   tight-lipped   approach   to   this   —   it   was   emotion   that   was   prohibiting   him   from   being   completely   honest,   it   had   to   be.   

His   mouth   is   opening   so   he   could   demand   more   clarity,   so   he   could   put   an   end   to   the   circles   they   were   running   around in.   Before   any   syllable   could   be   uttered   however,   an   intercom   cuts   through   the   silence   between   them.   

Tony   Stark,   report   to   the   secondary   hull   immediately.   Tony   Stark,   report   to   the   secondary   hull   immediately.   

Well,   shit. . .   That   most   definitely   did   not   bode   well.   

Wide   eyes   return   back   to   Khan,   reflecting   his   thoughts   perfectly   within   their   dark   pools.   Someone   most   likely   saw   the   security   footage,   heard   their   exchange   and   now   are   summoning   him   for   further   questioning.   It   didn’t   mean   anything   good   will   come   out   of   it,   most   likely   the   complete   opposite.   He   just   wasn’t   sure   whether   that   opposite   will   be   for   himself   or   for   the   man   in   front   of   him.

“I   have   to   go,���   Tony   mutters,   shaking   his   head.   But   his   feet   remain   rooted   to   the   spot.   Like   another   second   of   looking   into   Khan’s   clear   gaze   would   give   him   all   the   answers   that   he   required,   like   his   presence   alone   could   fix   this.   There   is   a   feeling   of   safety   about   Khan   that   Tony   didn’t   quite   understand,   and   now   he   didn’t   have   the   time   to.   

“If   I   can,   I’ll   be   back   as   soon   as   possible.   If   not. . .   well.   I   don’t   know   exactly   what   we   had,   but   I   hope   someday   we   might   get   another   chance.   In   yet   another   life,   perhaps?”   

[chocodile]

Another print! Peeps asked us for Amaranthine merch last year, and how can I say no to that? I wanted to do something that evoked 80s fantasy oil paintings, the type of thing you'd see on video game box art or in TTRPGs.

[lunacias]

(Silence. CARPENTER tries to rally HAYWARD's spirits. She's afraid she's going to lose him.)

"All three of us - we can all go on living, Hayward. Just like you said."

[babybinko]

Can't a girl and her gay boyfriend steal from the Vatican?

If myyyyy Catwoman and Riddler did Catwoman: When in Rome, it would be completely different (mainly because my Selina is asian and not white Italian). I think he would start the plan to betray her because sometimes that's what they do. What's a little betrayal between villain besties? But then feel bad and stop executing the plan because he's having such a fun time on vacation with her, so the mafia is just trying to kill them the rest of the time they're in Italy. Then they steal the ring, finish their vacation, and go home. which is significantly less interesting than the real story unless you wanted to read a comic book about them just going on vacation and getting drunk, sunburnt, and eating pasta. Perhaps it would be called Catwoman: Roman Holiday instead.

[valtsv]

i really do have to hand it to the silt verses for saying "true autonomy includes the right to die on your own terms and to place yourself at risk of harm for what you believe in". seemingly an obvious logical conclusion but not one that many people are comfortable with acknowledging.

[amateurfanartist]

the blorbo, lots of feeling about him lately

[fortress-rising]

It's pride month! You know what that means

What do you want them to do? Shoot lavender bullets?