#MxrvelousCreations

[little-tyrant-gortash]

“My Lord. Is that you home?” (Astarion; @mxrvelouscreations

Another exhausting but fruitful day behind him, he was walking down the corridor to his chambers to fall in his bed and attempt to sleep. He wondered if it was possible for him to catch some shut eye; the more he planned for the future, the harder it became.

Given the fact it was well past midnight, he didn't expect anyone to greet him, so he shivered just slightly when he heard Astarion's voice from behind himself just when he passed the vampire's room. He didn't even check if his door was open. It probably was. Looking back at the man, Gortash offered a small smile.

"It would seem so", he confirmed quietly. "Were you waiting for me?" Stupid question. Of course not. Unless... Gortash removed a small bottle full of red liquid from his coat, offering it to the vampire without another word. "Have you done anything interesting tonight?"

[mistrdctr]

@mxrvelouscreations asked: Send 🥂💋 (or “cheers & kisses”, if you can’t see the emoji) to share a toast and a kiss with my muse on New Year’s Eve. (Tony)

There's worse ways to celebrate the new year. Stephen could be stuck in a hell dimension, for example (done that, sucked). He could also be at the Sanctum alone, waiting for that one minute to pass and then share a toast with himself (a... literal one, wasn't satisfying). He could also just completely forget about it (no, he would never - forgetting, in that case, means ignoring) and sleep through it, pretend that nothing has changed at all and constantly fuck up writing the correct date whenever he has to (will happen in any case).

But, this time, he's not alone, nor is he stuck in another dimension or munching on a piece of dry toast; He is at Stark's tower, which is refreshingly... refreshing, really. ---And he's also currently sharing a bed with a man, hence the not-alone-part.

That man is not any man, of course, but Tony himself; Both of them aren't wearing any clothes, because why should they, and both of them are currently enjoying the aftermath of what has been a truly satisfying encounter. Very satisfying; Stephen would do that all over again, actually. More than once, if possible.

The clock is ticking (quite literally), seconds pass, turning into minutes, with only a few remaining until this year will end and another one starts.

Smiling to himself, the sorcerer hums - and, just ike that, Tony will find himself holding onto a glass filled with bubbly liquid. Stephen got one as well - of course he does - and he turns his head around to look at his quite unusual, yet highly desired bed-companion with a smirk stretching along his full lips.

"---Almost time.", he says, winking. "We wouldn't want to greet the new year without an appropriate drink, would we?"

[unstablerk800]

“ah, fuck it” (Gavin to nines; @mxrvelouscreations

Ah, fuck it || @mxrvelouscreations

The words reached him before the touch did. His eyes shifted to look at Gavin - a millisecond too late. Nines felt hands on his coat. The human was grabbing him, but for what, he didn't know.

A warning sign flashed in his vision. Assessing threat.

It wouldn't be surprising if Gavin tried something physical after all the verbal quips. It wouldn't be surprising if Reed expressed his dislike towards him by beating him up. Because, as he'd made it clear so many times, he didn't want a "fucking android" as a partner. It was a fact that he was worse than Hank, although after he shared data with Connor, Nines learned that Hank pointed a gun at Connor's face, too.

Even after androids were free, Gavin remained stubborn.

Threat level: 75%

By the time he got there in his analysis, Gavin pressed him up and against the wall behind him. He was trying to think what prompted this behaviour; what did he do wrong? Billions of possibilities flashed in his mind palace. Gavin had tons of reasons to hate him. Even if those reasons weren't reasons to hate someone like him for.

"Det-"

His words were drowned as soon as Gavin pressed his very warm, surprisingly soft lips against his. Nines's LED went dark. He was pretty sure he short circuited for a moment. His sensors were bombarded with all sorts of data from the temperature of Gavin's lips through his pulse he could pick up through his skin, right to the detailed information about the coffee Gavin had before... he did... this.

A kiss.

When Gavin pulled away and looked him in the eye, Nines recovered from the initial shock, and now, he was smiling. Smiling. He's never, ever had a reason to smile at Gavin before.

"What was that, Detective?" He raised a questioning brow.

[thenexusofsouls]

“So. It would seem that you have experience in killing vampires yes?” (For Ivan from Quinlan; @mxrvelouscreations

@mxrvelouscreations

What fresh hell is this? Ivan thought as he looked upon this... man? Human vampire? Familiar? He didn't... quite look like any of them. Dear god, are there more variations than the ones I already know of? His guard was up, to be sure, but because this was a creature he'd never encountered before, and it appeared to be calmly speaking to him for the time being, Ivan was willing to attempt a peaceful exchange.

"Yes," he replied, opting for the obvious and straightforward answer. "Twenty years," he added, already wondering why someone who appeared as if they had already been negatively touched by vampirism would ask about his ability to kill them. Was this person looking for a fight, or assistance? "Why?" he asked, hoping the other would offer more than a cryptic response, not that he was owed as much. The authority of the Priests only extended so far as people respected and heeded that authority.

[armed-and-alxne]

Eleanor's fingers brushed along her creation's cheek as he laid against her, a gentle smile gracing her lips. She had turned him a day prior and so, she knew the next few days wouldn't be fun. There had been a few that she had left to fend for themselves, especially in her earlier years but he was different. She had brought him back to her home to turn, keeping him here so she could keep an eye on him. After all, he was going to need her help when it came to his first feed. (@mxrvelouscreations

@mxrvelouscreations

Luther knew it was a possibility that Andrei, even from where he was sitting in jail currently, might hire someone to take him out, but he didn't think it would happen quite this quickly. He'd only been gone a few months, trying to start his life over while loosely following the trial of his former boss. It hadn't gone well for Andrei, and he'd gotten some twenty years in jail for masterminding Evan's murder and racketeering. At Andrei's age, that was practically a life sentence. He'd likely die in prison.

While Luther was glad that Evan was getting some justice, he couldn't say he was really happy about how everything had turned out. Nobody really won in any of this. Lives were lost of destroyed, a family shattered, kids' innocences lost... it just wasn't a joyful occasion at all. Luther knew Andrei would be furious and looking for revenge, and that kept him observant and vigilant. But not enough, apparently.

By the time he saw the guy and heard his message about Andrei sending his regards, Luther was already shot. He'd drawn his own gun, but the shot missed, and down he went. The rest was a blur as he began to bleed out quickly, but he did remember... a face. A woman's face, looming over him just before he lost consciousness.

When he woke, he didn't know where he was. Slowly, his mind processed that he'd been shot, but it took yet another minute for him to actually react to that fact. His mind felt foggy, and his whole body hurt, but soon he was frantically inspecting the area where there should have been a bullet wound... only to find nothing. It just didn't make sense. How am I alive right now? he wondered, before realizing that he wasn't alone.

Startling, Luther recoiled a bit from the woman who was holding him, confusion and surprise written in his expression. It was the same woman he'd seen as he was losing consciousness, but he still had no clue who she might be. His gaze moved from her face to look around and then back at her. "Who are you? Where am I?" he asked, feeling like he was trembling a little. Why do I feel so damn weak if the wound is gone?

[respondedinkind]

@mxrvelouscreations cont. [x]

"...And why would you want to hug me?"

A confused expression stretches across Khan's features, faint and brief but it is there, accompanied by him arching a brow at the other.

[fasterthanmydemons]

“Happy birthday Pietro!” (From Sophie; @mxrvelouscreations

@mxrvelouscreations

"Thank you. Wow, I actually didn't think you knew about that," Pietro said a bit shyly. Apparently she'd been paying attention, which made him feel special. "You're very sweet. I feel so old, but I getting older is better than the alternative, right?"

[ofcrimsonenchantresses]

( send ) for the sender to send the receiver a dirty text/photo. (Steve; @mxrvelouscreations

Wanda was absentmindedly scrolling through her phone when it pinged with a message from Steve. A photo message, by the looks of the preview. She frowned quizzically, Steve didn’t normally send pictures. He wasn’t a big meme sharer, and he preferred to show her pictures in person, not whilst she was out getting her hair done.

Wanda clicked to open the message as she took another sip of her drink. That ended up being a terrible idea as she had to struggle not to choke on the mouthful of liquid once she’d opened the message. The salon workers briefly looked alarmed but she managed to convince them that she wasn’t dying. Once she’d regained her composure, she looked around to make sure nobody could see her screen, checked the picture again and blushed heavily, having not expected her technophobic boyfriend to text her that.

[text, 11:21am]: well, hello.

[text, 11:22am]: what’s the occasion? my birthday was last week you know ;)

[youmissedone]

"Because I love you!" (Alice; @mxrvelouscreations

@mxrvelouscreations

Carlos hadn't realized how bothered Alice was by his plan. Oh sure, he'd expected her and everyone else to tell him not to do it, but Alice out of all of them was the most hardened, the most accepting of what people have had to do in the midst of this apocalypse. He expected her to go along with it without much resistance. But when he asked her why he shouldn't go through with this plan, since he was infected and going to die anyway, he'd been shocked by her answer.

He looked over at her from the driver's seat, not responding verbally right away. Alice... didn't usually say things impulsively. And even if she did, it wasn't something like that. It wasn't... that she loved someone. Carlos was actually a little concerned about her now. After thinking in silence for a minute, he finally responded.

"I love you too, Alice." He let that hang in the air for a while. Vulnerability scared Alice for many reasons, he knew, but it was just them in the Jeep right now. She was safe with him. "But we both know I'm not living to see the sun rise tomorrow. I'd rather do something that'll help people than just wait to turn into one of the undead. Besides... this way I get to die while I'm still myself. Plus I won't endanger anyone else by turning right in front of them, like L.J. did with K-Mart."

He knew she already understood the practicality of his decision, but judging from her expression, practicality wasn't what was on her mind right now. "It's okay..." he whispered gently, reaching over to take her hand as he drove with the other. "I've made my peace with it. It's okay for you too as well." He gave her hand a squeeze.

[thiscrimsonsoul]

“Wanda, I- we have a question. Also, happy birthday sweetheart.” (Steve, with Bucky standing with him; @mxrvelouscreations

@mxrvelouscreations

"Okay... and what might that be?" she asked, already smiling. "Thank you, you're both very sweet. Her gaze moved between Steve and Bucky, her cheeks turning a little pink. She was already wondering what this was about...

[tarnishedxknight]

🌪 (to Noah from Leah; @mxrvelouscreations

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It was going to come out, one way or another. It had to, or Noah felt like he might explode. He left the diner in a hurry, feeling rage well up within him. Where the hell was he and why did this have to happen to him? He'd tried so hard, fought for so long, overcome so much... only to have it all ripped away from him because of, what... some magical snafu? It was absurd. It was total shit. He had to let it out!

He hadn't wanted to break anything inside the diner. Leah had been so nice to him, and he didn't want to lose he only place he had to go to connect with other people. The park bench by the side of the street that bordered the forest where he slept... was simply an innocent bystander that never saw it coming.

Stomping up to it in his armor, sans helm which had been lost, Noah put his foot right through the wooden planks that made up the seat of the bench. He then reached down and began pulling apart the rest of the bench, ripping wood from metal bolts, with his bare hands. As he did so, he growled and snarled like some wild animal, gritting his teeth and not caring how much he cut up his hands during his outburst.

His rage wouldn't be sated until the bench had been obliterated. Pieces of it were thrown everywhere. Down the road, into the trees, wherever he felt like throwing them. By the time there was barely any of it left before him that wasn't smashed or mangled in some way, he was shaking, feeling his anger surge through him as it was converted into dark despair.

[little-tyrant-gortash]

“  stop fussing, i’ll be fine.  ” Dark Urge

Injuries || @mxrvelouscreations

"I am not 'fussing'", Enver retorted.

He was, actually. The cut was clean and very deep; frankly, it had to be a very sharp blade to cut through all those scales. Once the other sat down, Gortash was quick to gather whatever he needed to stop the bleeding and sew the cut closed.

"What in the Nine Hells happened? Were you ambushed on the streets?"

[mistrdctr]

@mxrvelouscreations asked: "We were out of Doritos!" (From a slightly battered Tony; @mxrvelouscreations

The moment Tony says it, the second bright eyes rest upon his frame, Stephen is next to him; Scarred hands find their place on a shoulder, on a chest, wanting to support the other, accompanied by an intensely worried gaze and a sudden change of surroundings.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit---

They're gone from the foyer in an instant, find themselves within Strange's sitting room after a brief jolt of reality.

Oh god---

"---What happened?!", is what he asks, guiding the other to one of the armchairs; Tentative, yet very much insistent palms guide Tony to take a seat, the Cloak around the sorcerer's shoulders immediately moving off of him to place itself around Tony's instead - as if trying to keep him warm, offer a bit of comfort. Stephen's brows knit as he looks the other over, cool digits curling around a bearded chin to lift Iron Man's head, obvious concern written into bright irises that flick along those well-known features, assessing the damage.

"Are you hurt? ---Besides the obvious that I can see, I mean. Any serious injuries?!"

[unstablerk800]

“Connor… are you alright sweetheart?” (Marcus; @mxrvelouscreations

"Yes, I'm alright. I was just checking something online." Connor adjusted his tie, then smiled at Markus. "How are you?"

[thenexusofsouls]

“Don’t be afraid, I’m not here to hurt you. I have to ask though, have you been infected?” (Marie from Quinlan; @mxrvelouscreations

@mxrvelouscreations

Marie did her best to hide her nervousness given the sight of the man. Clearly, despite his question to her, he was the one infected. Nevertheless, her nurse's personality and ingrained desire to aid people helped her to keep herself relatively calm.

"No, I haven't. I'm a trained medical professional and I've been exercising proper precautions." Or at least, as well as anyone could nowadays. She was doing her best. "Do you... need some help?" she asked, for despite her fear of being turned into a strigoi, Marie was rather brave when it came to assisting injured and ill patients.

[quaintnecromancer]

[ CHEST ] — sender lightly grazes along receiver's chest from behind (Nick; @mxrvelouscreations

Spicy Touches | @mxrvelouscreations

Tonight was the first night in a very long time that Jett had deigned to allow someone to share his bed. He was nervous, of course, but certainly looking forward to it. Nick was incredible; patient, kind, aggressively caring, all of which added to his attractiveness to an obscene degree. Every time they touched, it felt positively electric. Even now, as the dashing vampire’s icy digits grazed his chest while helping him shed his blouse, he felt himself trembling in anticipation of what was to come. He leaned back against the taller man, a gentle smile crossing his face as he basked in their closeness. Drowned in the heavenly sensation of cold fingers grazing over his bare skin.

“Just can’t wait to have me, can you?” he teased, guiding Nick’s deft hands down to the laces of his trousers, which had already grown noticeably tighter around his groin. “Mind helping me with the rest of this, then?” He was eager, damn near greedy for this lovely man’s touch, aching to let himself get lost in it, but why not savor it? Enjoy every moment of their time together?