#taseredxhim

[the-optimistic-misanthrope-blog]

Kita curled up on the hardwood floors, having barely made in inside the apartment before just laying down. She was exhausted and at wit's end. SHIELD was hunting her now, and she had no where to go. HYDRA hadn't even wanted her back. They just wanted what she had learned at SHIELD. To them she was dispensable.

So she'd gone to the only place she knew she'd be safe, even if it hadn't been a conscious decision. She'd picked the lock and let herself in, hoping Darcy didn't mind that she was about to drag her into a SHIELD problem.

[thepcintman]

( — closed. )

degeneris ofdiinglehoppers thermxdynamics taseredxhim

                   "What are                     you doing?"

[hydedenied]

taseredxhim

"Why pumpkin keep looking at Hulk? No matter where Hulk move stupid pumpkin stare at Hulk with grin. Creep Hulk out."

[veritii]

Looking for Gods[ Closed ]

"I mean you no offense.

I am just looking for the male I described. 

If you are being sarcastic by saying he just disappeared.

I'm not fond of the joke, and nor do I understand it."

[siderealis01]

taseredxhim

She’s laying in bed and wrapped up like a burrito when he brings her medicine. Hearing it’s ready makes her scrunch up her face, nose crinkling and she turns over, burying her face into the pillow.         “No,” comes her muffled protest. “It tastes horrible.”

now this was the fourth time. if she didn’t take her medicine she’d be laying in bed all week and cal wouldn’t let that happen, so with a soft push he forced her to roll on her back and put an arm over her to prevent her from rolling around again, a spoonful of syrup on his other hand

“darcy, open your mouth”

[titaniumallxy-blog]

taseredxhim, crownlxss, ofautumns, theskirtedenigma, tasedagod !!

        ❝ iron man isn't -----                    isn't here today. ❞

[hydedenied]

taseredxhim answered:

"Tell us what we want to know, Doc, and we won’t have to."                           He doesn’t look concerned. There’s two men holding Banner down and a third with a rifle aimed at his head. They all look pretty confident they’re enough to take Banner down, and the one prepared to put a bullet through Bruce’s skull looks like he’s having a party watching the scientist lay helpless. Is this the person everyone was so scared of? He was just a green-eyed freak.               “—- you a-holes, we’re not gon—” Darcy tried picking herself up the floor, but instead all she got was a boot to the face. With a steel-toed shoe, he didn’t hit as hard as he could have. He still needed her alive if he wanted any chance at prying information out of Banner or anybody else, like Thor.              Still, it’s enough to have Darcy writhing on the floor in pain and whining quietly, because she doesn’t want to cry out or scream. She doesn’t want to appear any more weak than she has already. She spits out the blood pooling in her mouth and thinks a second too late that she should have scrambled onto her knees so she could spit it at the face of the guy in charge.  Top Asshole Number One, she likes to think. Instead she opts for staying on the ground and trying to grab her wits about her, because now her head is throbbing and for a moment she wonders if her jaw is even still attached to her head or if her cheek isn’t shattered into little pieces. And if the pain were anything to go off of, you’d be surprised to think she was just exaggerating. Next, the man who spoke is kicking her over onto her stomach and presses his foot onto her back to pin her down, undoubtedly with more force than is necessary if Darcy’s growl is any indication. His pistol is out in a second, looking like it’s aimed awfully close to her head. It’s better this way. It increases the fear in at least one of them because now there’s a tear streaming out of Darcy’s left eye and she can’t see what’s happening. Her head being pressed into the ground also isn’t doing anything for her beaten face, all it does is hurt and hurt and she swears this fucking man is laying all of his weight onto his goddamn foot because it feels like the air has grown scarce.                                    “I consider myself a forgiving man, Doctor, so I will give you another opportunity to tell us what we want to know. Unless your friend is feeling chatty?” He presses his foot harder, but Darcy bites into her lip and refrains from saying anything. At this point, she can’t even tell if she heard him say anything correctly, anyway. She mostly just hears the blood rushing through her skull. “My patience is, however, wearing thin. I suggest you speak quickly.”

"You want the answer, fine," Bruce glared, he'd had enough now. "I'll give you some, first off if the guy with the rifle is off by the tiniest fraction, he won't kill me, he'll just piss me off. Do you think he's got the hand Hawkeye has? Because let's just say I've gotten up from enough headshots in my life to know most can't hit the right spot. That happens, and you're screwed. You shoot her, there will be nothing in this room stopping me from ripping you to shreds which means you can't really do much more, can you? Unless you want to feel what it's like to go through walls. After all any permanent injury and I'd lose control. Death would be even worse. So, you just ask yourself, how much do you want to push Hulk?"

"Not the answer you're looking for? Well, let's try this one on for size, you boys afraid of the Hulk? Anyone in their right mind would be. But let me give you a reality check. Hulk isn't the monster in this room, I am. You got one chance to drop everything and walk away. One, fucking chance, before you find out why I'm so much more dangerous than the Hulk? Need me to explain? Well, let's make it nice and simple. I know a dozen ways to make your body rot while you live. I can melt the skin off your bones. Or maybe I'll just get bored and knock you out and put something inside of you and let you guess what it is and when it'll kill you. You get to live what little life you have wondering if I put a bomb in or a vial of poison, who knows maybe it'll be something worse. Maybe, I'll decide that one of you would make a nice lab rat. Won't that be fun? Would you like to know what it's like to grow a tail and have it removed? Because I can find a way to do it and I'd love to know. So why don't you all tell me, what's worse Hulk or me. Because if you don't drop your weapons and leave, you'll be dealing with one of them and they're both really pissed off right now," Bruce growled it all out looking as best he could around at the men in the room. His eyes settling on the man who had been attacking Darcy. "And no matter which one you choose, I'm going to start with you. Your choice."

[wiseass2099]

taseredxhim:

“The old one I had deployed fifty-thousand volts, but I mean, whatever does the trick…                         Why?”

“Shock-- well,            I gotcha this new one. Gave it a little tune-up, too. How’s seventy-five thousand work for ya?”

[hippogrxff-archive-blog]

( taseredxhim. )

                ❛ I-- ah, no, I wasn’t following -------         I was smelling these flowers see? Mmm,         ....Lovely. ❜

[rcdneck-archive]

taseredxhim

    " get down ! "

     there's a walker behind her.

[breathdrawn]

taseredxhim:

Darcy squeaks at the sudden surprise, but she’s never the kind to deny her friend a hug. No matter how hard his vice on her was.  Her arms wrap around his thin frame, her head sits on his shoulder and she gulps down a batch of air before speaking. “Hey, Drewdrop. I love you and all, but uh… my lungs? They kinda love air just a little bit more.”

[ he's not really sure why he did it, just giving in to some strong urge to exchange affection that overcame him in the moment. maybe he's just having a bad day, thinking too much, feeling too much -- or maybe he's hungry and craving warmth. he can't really tell anymore.                                              but when she speaks, he quickly unlatches himself from her and retreats into himself, a little embarrassed of his own strength. ]

S-Sorry.

[osborncursed]

✤ Pacific Rim.

Send ✤ plus fandom name and I’ll describe an AU version of my muse from that fandom.

Oh gosh yay. Hm... Okay so Norman and Harry Osborn want nothing to do with each other-- until they discover that Harry is the only one drift compatible with Norman. They do what they have to do, and they do it brilliantly, that is until Norman finally succumbs to his illness. After that it's hard to find anyone who can drift with Harry, until his old friend Peter Parker shows up (his previous partner, Gwen Stacy, having died in action). Drama bomb when they drift for the first time and Peter finds out the hard way that Norman's disease was passed down to Harry, who is now living on borrowed time o v o

[fxndral-blog]

Nightmares

taseredxhim

When he found her, Darcy looked like she’d been in the middle of a struggle. Her legs were kicking at her bed sheets and one arm occasionally batted away at the air and pillows, at opponents that weren’t actually there. All the while she whined and sometimes, even shouted for her attackers to stop— begging, even. It wasn’t until she felt Fandral’s comforting hand on her skin that she was pulled from her dream and into the waking life, however startled.

It was with a jump that she opened her eyes and immediately recoiled, gathering herself against the headboard and ready to retaliate until Fandral’s face registered and, finally, she breathed easily. She picked up her hand and ran it through her hair, noticing when it went over her forehead how she’d been in cold sweat.

"Fandral," Darcy sighed, closing her eyes to try and collect herself, embarrassed and still more than a little rattled. She swallowed thickly and opened her eyes again, this time looking up at the looming Asgardian. "Sorry, it was just— nightmares. I’m so sorry."

It was a relief when Darcy finally came around. He had been beginning to worry--well, to worry more--and seeing her awaken did settle his nerves some. Not entirely, but some. 

He cleared his throat, averting his eyes both to allow the young woman time to collect herself and out of respect for her. She had been sleeping, after all, and some people were really quite sensitive about their night garments, regardless of what they were. Fandral might have been an incorrigible flirt, but he was still a gentleman.

"Apologies," he said, "I didn't want to wake you, but you seemed distressed." Putting it lightly, he thought, but he didn't want to embarrass her. "Is there...something I can get for you? A glass of water, perhaps? Milk? A moist towel?" He'd had some experience with nightmares, but something told him his usual coping method wasn't appropriate in this situation.