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[chaoticwithin]

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"Well, don't you look like an all 'round bundle of fun." The Texan widely grinned as he looked up at the other, his smile the only thing that could really be seen beneath the cap that he pulled down when in public. Despite the fact that he certainly didn't lack confidence when it came to interacting with people, that didn't quite equal how he felt about his own face.

"Was jus' takin' a break... y'lookin' for somethin'? Got a package on its way 'n' you jus' can't wait another second to get your hands on it?" His grin didn't falter, reluctantly pushing himself up from the fence he'd taken a seat on. "No biggie, we all gotta have somethin' to look forward to, right?"

[positivelybeastly]

What's In A Name?

"Indulge my curiosity."

"Who, precisely, names a child Raze?"

[hxllblazer]

@defyxoblivion john and dane go on a trauma spree-- || sc!

It feels like a weight that’s licking over his very form… except he’s pretty sure the actual feeling thing has been tuning in and out since bouncing from London.

“F-fuuuck… an’ that’s what ye deal with?” It’s hard to tell if its specific proximity to the relic or if Dane’s been tuning with it or—well, anything really. Ancient shit always just seemed to leave a lingering touch on whoever’s been dabbling in his own experience.

Though John was pretty sure this lingering touch was about ready to smack him upside the head.

“Yer gonna owe me for fixing your shite, mate.” A bit of a grunt, mostly from pressing the cigarette he had out into his thumb. Not ideal, but at least the pain cut just enough to make the idea of losing last night’s dinner less appealing. “Big time.”

[maximummuses]

@defyxoblivion (one-liner)

"I'm gonna come out and say it: joining up with X-Force is a mistake."

[bonesandbrimstone]

smash or pass James Proudstar

"Hell, Proudstar's a lot of fun..." he nodded, smirking slightly. "Smash...Why not?"

[emmatriarchy]

@defyxoblivion

"And tell Shatterstar to put some damn clothes on."

"No."

[wintercosmickillsx]

@defyxoblivion asked:

In any other setting, Wilhelt might have recognized Bucky. The long hair and athletic frame fit right in on the luxury yacht full of party goers; he was pulling off his disguise perfectly. That might have been a bad thing, when a dragons attention fell upon him. Wilhelt found him, two drinks in hand, and offered one to Bucky. “I don’t think we’ve met. And what a shame that is.” His hungry eyes rake across Bucky with near violence, holding out a glass. “Wilhelt. Enjoying the party?”

Nick promised it was a simple mission; mostly reconnaissance, follow the target, get close, observe, tag the bastard for further observation to see where he went, who he met, then slip away.

His target had been invited to some exclusive yacht party by a host Bucky was unfamiliar with, that Nick had only warned him to avoid at all possible cost. He was bad news, but not their target, and so not their business.

So when the host approached Bucky, his heart sank, but he knew better, was trained better than to give that away. The hungry gaze that swept over him made Bucky want to hurl himself off the boat, instead he merely grinned and accepted the drink.

"James," Bucky replies taking the drink from Wilhelt, "Nice boat you have here. Look I don't mean to be rude, but I'm here to meet someone, so if you'll excuse me--"

[shapeshyft]

❝ Oh, I like this. ❞ There's a very soft click of her tongue against her soft palate as she surveys the craftsmanship on display. The stitching, the textures, the- familiarity of it. A soft blue finger runs along the edge - the faint hint of a want, of a shoulder pad and then settles under his chin.

A light tilt of her own features to catch @defyxoblivion's gaze with her own.

❝ I like this look a lot. ❞

call.

[thecursedhellblazer]

@defyxoblivion sent:

Like teacher, like student, Klarion stumbles through the door of John’s apartment naked and splattered in blood and gore. Teekl saunters in ahead of him, proudly carrying a human heart. The Witch Boy keeps himself modest with what little bit of clothing, presumably, he’s left from his encounter. A torn piece of tactical gear.

“I know, I know, I’m late for supper, and shame on me, but wouldn’t you know? My old friend Amanda sent a few pals to say hello! Well, I just had to give them a proper Suicide Squad thank you for their little abduction.”

The sound of the front door opening causes John to lift his eyes from the newspaper he has been pouring over for the last hour or so. On the table next to him there's a still half full glass of gin, but the almost empty bottle set within his arm's reach betrays the fact that it's just the latest of the drinks he has been indulging in.

The leftovers Chas has left him the day before, the ones that are supposed to be the supper Klarion has mentioned, lay half forgotten in the old oven, barely warm.

Blue eyes take in the bloody figure that crosses the threshold and the magician lets out a huff, before folding the newspaper. And if his gaze lingers a little longer than necessarily on the lines of the younger man's naked torso, well...far from him to acknowledge it.

The sight would have probably horrified most people, but if there's something John Constantine has never been accused of being, that's ordinary. Or even just a little sane. To him, the Witch Boy looks ridiculous, especially with how he is trying to hide his privates.

It's also quite endearing, but he's going to keep that for himself.

"Yeh makin' a literal bloody mess on me floor," is the first thing that leaves the conman's lips and he waved towards the trail of red footprints that his protégé has left behind him. "Cor blimey, woh th'...Teekl! Tha' 'eart's be'er go in yeh bowl or in yeh stomach, 'cause if I find it anywhere else, I'm turnin' yeh in a fuckin' bright pink duster."

It wouldn't be the first time the cursed cat leaves something dead to rot in a corner of the flat and John is already done dealing with it.

With a heavy sigh, the magician pushed himself on his feet, padding his way towards Klarion. His eyes ran along the younger man's body again, this time to make sure that there's no wound or bruise on him, before he slaps his shoulder.

"Get yeh pretty ass in th' shower n' get dis shite off yeh," he instructs in a firm tone, already nudging the other towards the bathroom. "I'll grab yeh some clean clothes. Den I'll get th' food ready, while yeh cleanin' up after yehself, 'cause I ain't yeh maid, lad."

He's going to ask more details about what exactly Amanda Warren has done this time, but that will have to wait. First and foremost, he wants Klarion clean and fed. That shit has been happening a little too often lately and he doesn't like it. That woman has better watch it because, while he might have pissed off most of the demonkin, he still has a few friends in the Pit.

[positivelybeastly]

When Hank opens the door to his home he’d find a trail of rose pedals, leading suspiciously to the bedroom. When he opens the door, there’s Simon, bathed in a veritable sea of candle light. He must be undressed under the covers; after all, his chest his bare. The covers are pulled down, low enough to almost be obscene. Intentional, no doubt.

“Welcome home, handsome.”

"I - you - what - Si - chest? T-Thighs? Thighs . . ."

Thighs . . .

He faints. He's out before he even hits the floor.

[talentforlying]

@defyxoblivion: ”When have I ever done something for nothing?” Nick — SIX OF CROWS STARTERS

' when have i ever been fuckin' surprised? you've always cost more than yer worth, nicky. '

the disdain burns like malic acid on the tongue, too bitter to even taste. ( a shade too flippant to be sincere. ) it might have been easier to blag his way in from the opposite direction, if he really wanted to — lay it on sweet. wax reminiscent about coven and that. he's not in the fucking mood. it's enough of an embarrassment to go slinking back for a favor in the first place without kissing arse to get it.

' name the price. ' there's no bullshit in the steel-blue stare that holds nick's, but the fingers laid atop the bar press so hard into wood that the cuticles go white. ' i'll see if i want to pay it. '

[chaoticwithin]

@defyxoblivion asked: Delsin appears from Hicks’ tv screen, all glowing blue and flashing with numbers around him. The angel wings were a nice touch. “Alright, lover boy. I’m here. Gimmie a kiss.”

"Holy fuckin' hell in a handbasket!" The mutant just about leapt from his couch from fright, instantly wondering if that was how most people felt whenever he popped up from nowhere without warning too. Maybe it was something he should keep in mind though he'd probably forget about it shortly after anyway.

The prospect of giving Delsin a kiss being a perfect example, quickly washing away the thought as a devilish smile washed across his face. "Ya jus' pop in lookin' all tantalizing like this for everyone or am I jus' special?" Hicks mused as he pushed himself to his feet, suddenly teleporting those few mere feet straight to the other mutant. "Pucker up, buttercup." He couldn't help but continue to tease in a breathy voice, leaning in to press his lips against Delsin's.

[bonesandbrimstone]

@defyxoblivion asked:

Raze doesn’t look like himself. Not that he remembers what himself looks like, these days. Just a towel around his waist in a dingy hotel bedroom, all those goth clothes discarded. At least Johnny is attractive. There are worse people he can give himself to. “So, you never told me what it’s like. When the Rider comes out. Is it just you, but fiery? Or a whole other critter inside? He got the hots for me, too? Tell me he does. That would be the ego boost of the century, lusted after by the Ghost Rider.”

"It's hard to explain...sometimes it's me, sometimes its the other guy in the driver's seat...sometimes it's both of us." Johnny shrugged, sitting at the edge of the bed, a hand absently scratching at his bare abs as he glanced towards the mutant. "Magic is weird like that."

"He mostly wants me to punish ya for your sins." he chuckled, a husky edge to his voice. "But he's like that with everyone. He's got a one track mind...but I can convince him to play nice, most of the time."

[emmatriarchy]

@defyxoblivion asked: “There has never been a sadness that can’t be cured by breakfast food.” Ricstar

⭐ -- "... it's because I cook breakfast naked, isn't it?"

[wintercosmickillsx]

Namor is eight shots in, and has lost track of which young man he plans to take home for the night. Currently there’s a lively man with a punk rocker jacket and hairy chest hanging off Namor.

“This is him. I wanted you to meet. My pretty boy. Bucky. You, Pretty, should join us. I couldn’t get you to during the war, blushing virgins, you and Steve. Come. We’re going for a group celebration!” Of what? Who can say.

Bucky had wandered away from the increasingly drunk King of Atlantis, situating himself at the bar to drink in peace. That peace did not last long.

Under the right circumstances, Bucky might have been flattered, sheepishly so, but tonight? Oh Namor's words simply pissed him off especially the blushing virgin part.

"Fuck off Namor you're drunk, I'm not going anywhere with you or your one-night stand."

[razorfst]

[spanking] Wanda

He'd been walking by, not expecting much of anything outside of maybe a passing glance from the other in the moment. Though, maybe he should have thought about something more as he was in a comfortable set of sweatpants with no shirt after having dried off from the shower he'd gotten out of. Training had ended and the warm water had been relaxing on sore muscles, but done early enough that she was able to get up on her own time which was how he found her when he walked out to the kitchen. However, he had been surprised at the sudden contact of her hand upon his ass as she smacked it. Normally he would have done that but it made his brow arch, turning to look at her with a small tilt of his head. "You have my attention." The Romanian says, now moving towards her as he let the space between them dwindle to almost nothing. "Is that your good morning?"

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