#sassgardkeep

[bothsidesofaquestion]

::ooc:: however…

@sassgardkeep -throws arms in the air-

[wewontstaydead]

😘 selina @ harv

@sassgardkeep

Harvey made a pleasant sound as Selina’s plump lips nestled against his own, his left arm winding delicately around her slender waist to haul her further up into his lap. She had straddled him in the chair behind his desk, her arms winding around his neck and angled so her wrists crossed behind and above his head. His left hand shifted to spread out against the center of her back, providing her just a little more support, and his right hand hung to the side of his chair, still clutching the pistol he’d pulled on her when she’d first entered his office.

His eyes opened halfway, and he mumbled against her lips, “It’s real fuckin’ annoyin’ that you get so good at makin’ me forget why I’m mad at you.”

[sucksit-archive1]

catwoman vampirella 1997 - chuck dixon, jjim balent & ray mccarthy

[cyclopstm]

        “WE HAVE to stop meeting like this.”

@sassgardkeep​ | sc

[dhampiravidi]

After posing with the rest of the Seven for what seemed like a thousand pictures, Cascade went backstage for one of the only things that made Vought bearable: the snacks. She grabbed a few donut holes in a paper napkin, then casually sidled up to her old classmate. “Hey, Teamie. Can you help me with my boots? Something’s poking me,” she lied, gesturing to the women’s changing area.

@sassgardkeep

[vyrulent]

@sassgardkeep​  sent 11 from this meme || image 

Pulling away  from her most recent victim, well tuned ears pulled her attentions to the intruder. While the ruins of an old Victorian weren’t up to code, it was a perfect place for a self isolating vampire to hide away from the beaming sun. 

The vagrant before her moaned, showing the intruder that life still remained within his chilled body. With his blood coursing through her, Lucy felt -- for the time being -- warm to the touch.  Blood spilled over her lips as she stood from the body and set her gaze upon the intruding woman. 

“You shouldn’t have come here. It’s not safe.”

[collectingmuses]

@sassgardkeep || Continued from this thread

🏒 - It was a sucky feeling, the very worst part that came with the job. You don’t think about all the good you do in a days work, but the failures...they haunt you, hang over you, keep you up late at night. Casey took a sip of the offered beer, something to take the edge off as he replayed the night again and again in his head...what could they have done differently? How could they have kept them alive? Truth be told, there was nothing they could have done...but Casey found little solace in the thought.

“Mh...” he grunted, relaxing against the couch as Daisy wordlessly climbed onto his lap. One hand tangled in her hair, holding her head to his throat, the kiss of her lips against his pulse soothing his frazzled nerves. Silently he slid his free hand under her shirt, rough palm smoothing over her back.

She didn’t have to say a thing...they were in tune like that, he could feel it, sense it. He knew what she was doing, what she needed, and he appreciated it. Casey turned his head to return the gesture, kissing tenderly along the curve of her neck.

[synthezcid]

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4. On your fandom.

So, talking about the non-rpc side of it (because the rpc side tends to be more or less sensible. usually.), I am convinced 85 percent of it is braindead. Whether it be people coming up with a fanon that goes against the character and then somehow thinking the fanon is canon and then acting like ‘oh this character is being ooc’ when they’re...actually being consistent is one thing. The other is I swear to god half of them failed reading comprehension because the failure to read subtext / making conclusions based on context clues is STAGGERING. And the other half are incapable of dealing with young characters because the way everyone sees Peter and Shuri as dumb memers is SO annoying I cannot even begin to process it. I can go on the stupidity of this fandom for hours honestly.

5. On exclusivity.

Honestly, its something I didn’t put much thought into until I ended up partaking in it myself. Its definitely something you see the value of once you do it. Like, some specific portrayals of a character become so integral to your muse that its like-- It becomes full on impossible to write with other versions of the character, you know? I understand the whole argument of ‘oh you’re not giving other writers of that character a chance’, which is a very valid counter argument, but sometimes a muse is very much defined by their dynamic with a specific portrayal that compromising that for the sake of ‘giving others a chance’ is...I don’t know, its a very complicated thing to explain. I don’t practice exclusivity often, but when it happens its like lightning in a bottle.

7. On hate.

Man, we’re all just playing pretend with imaginary characters at the end of the day. Calm down, drink some milk, go take a nap, stop hating on anything that does as much as breathe in your direction.

[sebastianshaw]

"why are you laughing?!" from raven

“Oh, nothing. I apologize. It’s just. . . .have you ever experienced how, for no discernible external reason, the strangest memories will pop back into your head at seeming random? I was just recalling once how a lady acquaintance was telling me about the time she was attempting to piss on a fellow in a bathtub--he had paid for the privilege---only to fall and puncture his scrotum with her stiletto. I told her she should have charged extra for that.”

[badmusesarch]

@sassgardkeep​ asked:  “i knew you wouldn’t let me down.” laura for gabby meme

🎀 -- “You know I’ve got your back, Wolverine.” She stated. Sure, Laura and Gabby had disagreements at times - like any teen with their adult - but Gabby still cared a lot about her. “Couldn’t ignore the call.” 

[symbiotesoldier]

@sassgardkeep​ asked:

“i just want to feel something.” from nat

🕷️ - Flash reached out for the redhead, grasping her hand, squeezing it gently. Her words...how familiar they felt. These late night stakeouts, undercover missions, working so close together...he’d gotten a good feel for Nat.

Wordlessly, he pressed his lips to hers...soft, sweet, tender...growing in intensity.

[goreverine-archive1]

continued from here. @sassgardkeep​

natasha:

brows furrow tightly together as it appears she’s struggling to read the map, eyes darting from town to town on the map as if she’s looking for something specific. she’s moving through the crowd clumsily, accidentally bumping into people left and right. “sorry, ope so sorry!” she calls in a very clearly midwestern american accent, pulling her coat tighter around her.

folding the map, she begins piecing the names together out loud, sounding out every syllable. her eyes scan the crowd, studying everything in the span of less than thirty seconds. it didn’t seem as if her target had noticed her. veering from the direction he’d been moving, she noticed a vender selling handmade jewelry, but before she could reach the booth she felt fingers wrap around her thin wrist.

panting lightly, the widow felt her hands begin to shake. not too much, it had to seem real.

“i-i’m sorry but i sure don’t speak whatever language that is.. could you let go of my wrist? you must have me confused with someone else..?” of course she understood what he had said, but she wasn’t about to give up her cover just yet.

the callous glare daken shoots at her evaporates into one of sheepishness, a startled laugh. “oh, a fellow american! i didn’t mean to spook you...” he leans into this woman, his voice softening to something more reassuring. “i was just asking you if you were lost.”

he doesn’t buy the act for a second, fairly sure she’s made three loops in his stead even if she does the token disappear-and-reconvene-every-ten-minutes thing. no, he’s fairly sure she can grasp the poor arabic he just spouted; both of them, dancing around lies.

so, no, he’s not going to let her go.

daken’s head swivels, quickly, absorbing the current scene. the stands of the bazaar surround them, busy with foot traffic surrounded by the long-term periphery of crumbling buildings. larger stores, the cheerful little line of tourist-friendly restaurants and cafés. on one end, there’s an untraveled alleyway tucked between a costume and jewelry store. on the other, there are bustling little coffee places, including the one he has been regularly visiting the last four days here.

“let me buy you a coffee, yeah?” he laughs with too much teeth and winks, playing the flirtatious little guide. “i insist, you look as if you could use one!”

for all that sweet bluster he still tugs at her wrist, harder, trying to lure her to go with him. let’s see, miss flyover.

[infinitejxst]

@sassgardkeep

Ethan's hand kept following the lines of the muscular figure he drew inside a tiny box, but his ears twitched at the sound coming from the break room down a level and through a thick, button release door. It was the TV, a news report of something crashing into the middle of Downtown. Finishing a boot he thumbed his flip phone and dialed.

"Annie, it's Ethan. Crane, Ethan Crane, um. I would have texted but I'm still figuring out how to call on this thing after only just popping into existence a few weeks ago... people keep calling me boomer when they see me flip up the screen. Anyway, I know we were meant to have coffee at the Cafe on the Corner but maybe we can get a cup to go and investigate the giant pot hole in the middle of Downtown? "

He pulls the phone away from his ear, inspecting it. " Does it just hang up itself or... I dunno, at least it's faster than a telegram. "

[dajokahhh]

@sassgardkeep​ sent:  “who’s gonna take care ah me?” from harley

“You say that like you can’t take care of yourself,” he said with a sly grin. Bottles of green hair dye littered the floor, and streaks of emerald painted the edges of the bathroom sink and its faucet handles. A plan this momentous practically mandated that Joker look his best. Impressions were everything in Gotham, especially if the Batman was involved — which, hopefully, he would be this time. This would be one of the Joker’s greatest capers yet; he’d certainly be disappointed if the bat didn’t show.

“It’s not like I’m going to get caught — and even if I do, I’ll get out one way or another. You know that. Plus, I’ve got a little something in mind to keep Gordon and Gotham’s finest busy,” he mused, ever confident in his abilities. No charges had ever stuck (largely thanks to the extralegal search methods by the dark knight himself), and Arkham practically had a revolving door with his name above it in flashing lights.

A pathetic squeak cut the air as the clown turned the faucet on. Good old Gotham city tap water flowed freely, and despite how cold the water was the criminal leaned down and stuck his head under the tap. Little rivers of green hair dye flowed off of his hair and swirled down the drain.

“I’ll be back before breakfast, puddin’.”

[dhampiravidi]

continued from here; betsy braddock // @sassgardkeep​

Jean-Philippe closed his eyes and leaned into her touch with a sigh. “Mon dieu, I missed you, Elizabeth...and all those days we spent together...”

Just then, he did something that was rare; he took off his mask, wanting to be a man for the woman he loved. And then he kissed her, pulling her close by her waist like he was a swashbuckling hero. It’d been a long time since he’d tasted those soft lips; it was almost a prize to do so again after all they’d both gone through.

[wingedwarren]

a text message is received from a contact whose name is ‘princess leia’. upon further inspection, all the contact’s names have been changed to star wars characters. the text reads

[ help me obi wan kenobi, you’re my ONLY HOPE ]

@sassgardkeep   ||   pls

     he stares at the text for a few moments. clicks away to check his contacts and groaning accordingly.

     [ princess leia ]   fucking die for all i care

     slams the phone back on the nightstand to turn his back to it. now he’s angry because he does NOT look forward to figuring out all his contacts.