#plasmablasts

[positivelybeastly]

Hank, I was reading somewhere-- don't ask, but there was a rumor Emma made a coat out of you after bleaching your fur. 😔

There's a very slow, painful (for Alex) raising of an eyebrow, and Hank leans forward, his chin propped up by a massive blue hand.

Which, notably, is still very much furry.

"Really. You heard that, did you, Alexander."

Students have melted into puddles under this gaze.

"Well, if you read it somewhere, it surely must be true."

[mastcrmarksman]

[ inbox prompts ] accepting ⸻ @plasmablasts ⸻ "Stop talking"

Getting Clint for a team up was a mixed bag of he's incredibly good at what he does; he has to be good at what he does. It's his whole shctick to be able to go toe to toe with gods and geniuses with only a dinky little bow and some arrows (describing his tools and weapons as such a purpoeful attempt to be underestimated). The pros to Hawkeye being on one's side was many, but the cons came at the expense of his shining personality.

That and he could talk, and talk, and get started on a tangent. Loud mouth about this or that. He's a real spitfire when one get him going, especially if one decides to start the many debates that he liked to argue over. The burger debate, the pizza one, coffee, were reboots ever any good... Name the mundane debate and Clint had an opinion.

That's how they got here, Clint arguing a point because someone started it and he was taking up comms chatter and getting everyone a little distracted, wrapped up into a heated eighties film star debates. Apparently it's gotten on his match-up (x-men and avengers who would see the day) nerves when he says STOP TALKING.

The words should get him to stop and look, determine if he could continue talking or not. Normall if he risked talking more, he'd incite rage but Summers skips over step two and three than surprises with a step he hadn't even known was in the book. HE KISSES HIM? Those were definitely lips on his lips and afterwards, Clint is dazed. Gone entirely mute and simply staring at Summers, ❝ Uhh... what? ❞ is all he has forgotten and he has no idea what he had been doing or saying.

So it worked. He stopped talking. ❝ Uhhhh... Summers? ❞

[magneticrage]

@plasmablasts asked: "If you put your faith in people, eventually they're going to break your heart."

ASSORTED MEDIA SENTENCES, VOL. 8

"Indeed." The response seemed simple enough on the face of it, yet there was something to the way he'd said that single word, a heaviness that weighed down his heart. How many times had history repeated itself? Magda, Charles, his children, the X-men, even himself -- - nothing was certain in the world aside from the old mutant's unwavering stubbornness. "It sounds as though you speak from experience."

[heavenprotect]

⸻ @plasmablasts sent. ❛ what the hell was that? ❜

"uh.... nothing!" the redhead called out from the mansion's kitchen where he had been briefly experimenting with some spells that he came up with and obviously, things didn't exactly go to plan. "i got this, no need to come in!" not that it'll stop alex, the man is a summers after all.

"just watch your head okay?" there up on the ceiling, clinging to one of the lights, is a now semi-sentient mutated horror that had once been a simple plate of spaghetti and meatballs. "they're chucking meatballs at anyone who gets too close. i'll take care of it." once he figures out how to undo this of course.

[rescuefield-arch1]

galas and fundraisers have never been claire's scene, and despite getting better at tolerating them, the part of her who would rather be back home already always prevails. terrasave provides aid for those in need after outbreaks, but truth is that kind of help can only go so far - reason why they have been trying to reach out to local known heroes who do what the ngo does, except with a number of skillsets people like claire could only wish to have.

@plasmablasts : the things i’d do to you if we weren’t out in public… 

brows quirk up slightly when whispered words reach her ear, head tilting to the side to meet the mysterious person standing behind her. "thought i had seen you around," she greets casually, letting alex guide her toward an empty spot of the room and attempt to dance. the sly smirk on her lips never falters, confidence radiating also thanks to the dress she's decided to wear for the event - if it truly makes this effect on people, perhaps it will come handy in other future occasions.

the man in question had sparked some interest in claire the few times they had worked together, a few flirtatious words here and there just to keep things light whenever the day was getting to heavy - she'd never really considered an actual interest... until now. bright eyes squint lightly, defiant look playfully shot at the blond. "didn't take you for the shy type, would you like me to hold your hand while you go over your list?" a pause, side eye studying her surroundings. "...or you could show me in detail on the way home."

[writteninscarlet]

💫 ;; @plasmablasts

💫 for your muse to take mine stargazing // soft actions ;; accepting

Wanda enjoyed the nighttime. It wasn't that it was more peaceful, because it certainly wasn't. It wasn't that she could get more done because, back to the lack of peace, there was often something going on. But she could remember being a young girl travelling with her family, laying barefoot under the stars and being taught constellations from her father, or sitting around a small fire and hearing folktales from her mother. And growing older (but hardly wiser), learning mystical arts and learning of the connection to the moon and stars above.

And quite frankly, there was something about the night that as an insomniac she had grown to enjoy.

She'd no objections to being up at night. A raised eyebrow to be taken somewhere by Alex, but perhaps her sister did not need to know. And everyone needed company now and then. It was simply a walk, and Wanda enjoyed having someone around. She enjoyed his company. She wouldn't dive into all their issues, but there was no feeling of judgement from him at the moment, at least. Nor could she judge him.

Wanda was surprised when they stopped in the clear, open area. She supposed she knew he had an end goal, but she'd simply enjoyed the fresh air and lack of a RUSH. Simply walking, feeling somewhat peaceful or relaxed. "Alex, I--"

But on seeing his gaze turn upwards, she did as well. It would be too cliche to say she gasped, but her eyes did widen ever so slightly, mouth opening the tiniest bit as a smile grew over her features. It was incredible. They were lucky it was so CLEAR up above. But the heavens were on fire, the stars were dancing. They were so clear up above that already she could spot one-- no, two of the constellations she remembered from childhood.

"It's beautiful," she said softly, sincerely. "This is amazing. There's just... no other light but the stars. That's so rare here. It's absolutely beautiful." Her hand reached for his, a movement that was gentle and slow and... and maybe just to know there was someone next to her as she gazed up into that vast openness above. A soft squeeze, then remembering her place and letting her hand fall to her side.

[lycanstark]

🍆

🍆 very intentional nude. / @plasmablasts

(   sms   ) :  well, this is a very interesting turn of events. (   sms   ) :  definitely not complaining... but is that truly the best you could do? (   sms   ) :  😏

[nastyfck]

holding you up by the scruff of your neck: i adore u

no u

[southern-belle-outcasts]

"Why do you care if I'm happy?" Rogue

@plasmablasts

Rogue's eyebrow shot up at the response, and she held up her hands in pretend defense. They were full of two open beer bottles. "Oh Ah dunno, maybe has somethin' t'do with tryin' not t'walk around with mah head up mah ass. But Ah can wish ya misery if ya prefer. Drink these beers all by mahself, too..." She gestured with the one hand in his general direction. "You were wearin' your serious face, figured Ah'd check." She thought better of the tease that Scott did more than enough scowling for the two of them.

[hxllblazer-a2]

"If you're trying to impress me, it's working!" || @plasmablasts

He’s not sure if that’s a testament to his acting or the American education system. For now, John was going to hedge his bet on the former.  

“Aye now? See, bein’ a foreigner in a foreign land y’ don’t really get a lot o’ kind faces—well, in me own experience anyways.” Feign a sigh, brush up in his seat just a little closer, honestly it’s not the worst way to get any information but it’s also not the smartest. Probably. 

What he’d give for the local magical weirdos to just actually communicate their problems via a text message for once in their lives... 

“Also right glad y’ didn’t go and laugh me out, y’know. What with being nothing more than an honest adviser of practices concerning the peace of the spirit ‘n all.” A beat, and he motioned with a hand. “Y’ show the lass who hired you a vision of her future and she decides she’s not gonna pay ye the promised 20k. Heartbreaking, can you believe it?” 

[survivorofhellskitchen-a]

“Your heartbeat’s really loud.”

@plasmablasts

The blonde gives a small laugh to ward off the flush that heats up her cheeks at Alex's words. She gives a grin as she tucks a piece of hair sheepishly behind her ear. "I um..." Another faint laugh comes while her hand then moves to partially cover her face.

"...Sorry."

[emmatriarchya]

Alex pushes Christian against the wall of the White Palace and kisses him hard.

Did it matter that his sister might walk in with Alex's brother in tow any moment? No. If anything it was exhilarating.

Christian grabbed the sides of Alex's shirt, pulling him closer if it was even possible. He liked Alex, his scent, the feel of his hot, hard body against his, even through clothes.

And this time Alex was sober, therefore Christian was less adamant in cutting their time together short. "My room is close," he breathed against the other man's lips, breathless.

[rescuefield]

we must stop meeting like this.

she recognises @plasmablasts voice before head even turns, dirty gloves pulled off of her hands and thrown in the nearby bin. WE MUST STOP MEETING LIKE THIS. if it wasn't for the fact that their jobs are pretty demanding, claire would agree. "hi," she heaves out, bright smile forming on lips when gaze meets alex's. "didn't know they'd bring in the big guns too." actually claire doesn't even know how many agencies have been alerted, thinking about it - neil couldn't even bother to fully brief her before sending her out.

"...what are we dealing with, exactly?" she inquires casually, though it's all too clear she is actually seething. "i was examining the grounds over there but couldn't find much besides dirt." at least it seems the chances of an outbreak happening anytime soon are low. "you guys found anything yet? or they threw you to the wolves like me?"

[citizenstarlight]

🔥?

★ ╼ Send “🔥?” and my muse will admit whether they find your muse attractive or not.| accepting

        A playful smile dances upon pink lips as she finds herself in his lap, "You know I do, daddy."

[onlyaphcse]

She wasn’t in a foul mood. She wasn’t in the best of moods sure but everything was totally cool and if they just gave her some space it would be fine.

Technically the mission had gone well. Everyone saved and everyone home in one piece, yadda yadda. Tell that to her freaking face though. How did she always end up with a broken nose? It had been snapped back into place (lovely times), but the bruising had spread over her nose and to give her two black eyes.

The picture of good health and happiness.

Kate was ready to tell the shadow approaching her to go away in not so nice terms when she decided against it. The decision maybe came when she saw the hand reach out towards her, flower gently held. Hey, that shade of purple matched the colour of her face and— okay, yeah, there was a chance that was EXACTLY why @plasmablasts had chosen it.

As it was placed in her hair, she scoffed but made no effort to remove it.

“Always knew you were a flower kind of person. Very nicely chosen. Next time I get to make a flower crown for you to wear though, alright?” Wait. That did actually sound like a good idea. When bad she last made a daisy chain or crown? Oh! The brunette gave a soft hum at the thought, mellowing so slightly.

“So did I just look like I needed a flower, or do you regularly wander looking for lost souls like me? Oh, and make an actual joke about my black eyes and I will kick your ass, Alex, and have a good time doing it.”

Send me 🌺 to place a flower in my muse’s hair , accepting

[talentforlying]

@plasmablasts: 'jaunty' is not a sexy word. — PEARL STARTERS

' yeah, fuckin' awful, ennit? just makes me think of bloody don quixote or summat. or any other useless gobshite with a feathered hat. i mean, s'a useful description an' that, but not for much. '

although, being fair, he's definitely had worse than don quixote. fuck, he might BE worse than don quixote. doesn't change the fact that even if you are a supervillain, self-identifying as a "jaunty rogue" should probably, universally, constitute a personal low — especially when there's already a bird going by rogue in the group that's kicking your arse.

which is also a group that constantine had not been part of, for once. in fact, he's just sort of ... spectating, at the moment. observing the clean-up. people say all kinds of shit about the benefits of dinner and a show, but lunch and making fun of some tosser in tighty-whiteys is feeling fairly therapeutic as it is, at the moment. besides, some of these fuckers' powers are fascinating to watch in action.

' still, as far as weird vocabularies go, i bet you've heard far harder things t'get yer rocks off to than jaunty. y'know i've always wondered, d'you lot consider that IMPORTANT, in a super fight? enemy sex appeal? can't figure if it'd make crackin' down on evil nicer or more complicated. '