#oceansburned

[theredwonder]

@oceansburned from x

      HE’S DONE SO WELL,  trying to seem brave despite the tremble that echoes in his voice.  Cassandra wasn’t his sister.  She was Shiva’s daughter though and as such,  she would say what she wanted to.  “ What would you like to hear boy? ” she asked,  her tone mocking him.  With small steps,  she circled around his body,  tight and ready to pounce and land the final blow.  She was like a lioness,  toying with her food,  waiting for his reactions to find the weaknesses that he so easily revealed to her.  

“ She was unloved and unwanted,  trained to be a weapon and you know what?  Cassandra has failed at that too.  Her one purpose in life and she can’t even fulfill it.  What is the point of her wasted life? ”

“She is loved and she is wanted. You just don’t deserve her.” He watched her carefully, tense and fingers gripping his staff probably too tightly.

“Stay away from her. Or I will kill you.” And he meant it.

[pepperboxed-blog]

@oceansburned (( this )) 

Everything is soft and warm and comfortable, and Percy is loath to leave this pleasant darkness where nothing hurts and his mind is gifted a much-needed break from the constant assault that is their current lives. However, something stirs him. It isn’t a violent movement, by any means, and once he has gained enough consciousness to even feel what that something is, he is surprised it has roused him at all. One would think he would sleep as though his body were still lifeless. On the other hand, perhaps it makes sense that he is only precariously at rest. He was  dead for a little while there, a few hours ( ? ) ago, and typically, men his age only die through violent means.

What assaults him tonight is not violence; it is a careful pair of hands that slip under his torso and into one of his inner pockets, and then slide back out from under him. That doesn’t mean it can’t be the doing of an enemy, however, and Percy’s groggy mind is a little too aware that Cassandra has all but confirmed that there is a mole within Whitestone. Therefore, he reaches for the gun under his pillow ( Ripley’s old one ) and sits up with a start to point it directly at his assailant.

“Don’t move,” he warns with as much steel in his voice as he can muster, barely alive as he is. “I am going to turn on the light,” with his human eyes he can see absolutely nothing in this darkness, “and then you will tell me exactly what you think you are doing, stealing from the pocket of your generous host.”

[saoildorcha]

ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs / ʟʏᴋᴋᴇ ɴʏsᴛʀᴏ̈ᴍ / @oceansburned

          “------...It’s been quiet today.” The momentary peace ought to have been reassuring, but in this instance not so much. Quiet meant the enemy was regrouping, plotting. Another assault would follow when they were least prepared. They had too many wounded to care for as it was ------ Kaenea felt the strain, felt weakened, but it felt too early to rest either. So if the demons were to attack again, they needed a plan set in place to repel them.

It was the very thought of repelling them, rather than pursuing them, that frustrated her more than anything. Simply defending their encampment was more akin to a bandage than a solution. They needed reinforcements, a better plan than sitting on their asses. She feels restless like this, trying to resist the urge to pace as the two converse.

[thedemonsdaughter]

STARTER || @oceansburned

“Shiva.  I take it you must have heard about my father.  His kingdom is now mine-- and I will do what I must to defend it; even from my own sister.” 

[unboundbydeath]

"We have each other." from fjord for jester

welcome to night vale sentence meme

what is that feeling? it feels like… what did her mother call it? butterflies. yes. it tickles, right in her stomach. flies up to her chest. no doubt her cheeks have a pink tinge to them as they tug upward into the softest of smiles. she never thought she’d get to feel what it was like to be snuggled up right against fjord’s side, his arm wrapped around her shoulder. a happy sigh escapes her lips as she snuggles up against him. ( body heat is the best kind of heat. ) “we do, we do. now shut up, you’re ruining the moment.”

[antleredleader]

@oceansburned   ❤ ‘d  FOR KASH

                                                              “    did  anything ..  happen?      “       she  was  referring  too  his  god,  of course,  after  kash  had  to  tap  in  to  vesh’s  divine  powers  to  bring  vex’ahila  back  to  life  there  was  always  a  dark  spot  in  the  back  of  keyleth’s  mind     ------------   if  kashaw  would  be  okay,  if  vesh  would  come  back  to  him  and  slaughter  all  around  him  like  she  once  did.  but  like  vox  machina  seemed  to  do  all  the  time,  they  created  chaos  and  allow  a  shadow  to  be  cast and  then  walk  away  in  to  the  light,  forgetting  about  the  chaos.

                                                  “     did  she  ever .. reach  out  to  you?  i  don’t  know  how  gods  work.    “

[hyperdontiac]

        ❝  I  think  we’re  missing  something,  Wick,  dear.  I’ve  not  heard  a  single  bit  of  praise,  felt  a  reverent  kiss  or  seen  you  on  your  knees.  Did  you  not  miss  me,  blood-prophet?  ❞

@oceansburned

[pastismyown]

oceansburned replied to your post: {natasha’s 5′7″ and ya’ll are making her feel...

Marvel’s generic height for women is 5'7 I feel!

{the average height of women in 1960s (when nat was created) was 5′3″. what

also, according to the marvel wiki, there are 5306 characters with the height of 5′7″}

[crownedpilotarchive]

i do not want to die who i am. i’d like to live long enough to be someone else.~

@oceansburned

he wishes, desperately, that he could take that thought from his mind but he knows he can’t, everyone has their burdens and as much as poe might want to sometimes he cannot take everyone’s on his own shoulders. so he presses his lips to grog’s shoulder and wraps his arms around the man’s waist, pulling him into a hug. “i like who you are.” it’s the truth but he knows that sometimes grog doesn’t, so he doesn’t fault him for wanting to grow and change. “i just want you to be happy, so i’ll do whatever you need to help.” 

after a moment poe forced himself to pull away. “i’ve seen you change, i’ve watched it happen, you aren’t the man you were the first time you showed up on one of our bases.”

[mvgnetsmoved]

out of curiosity, who would you fan cast as Alex summers? (cause you pick the best fcs)

lefjwjf i’ve never really thought about it much until today but!!! here are a few!!

christopher egan: my home + away loving ASS ( or it might just be me being a lil sad still that dominion got cancelled. ) here he is ( in an unflattering photo ) apparently trying to kill me personally! go home mr summers!

mike vogel: he’s a popular one bc he WORKS!!!! we love a man? 

alex meraz: bonus bc @thelittleqveen has me thinking non-stop about santos + alejandro summers, but also???? yesssssss binchhhhh

[pepperboxed-blog]

@oceansburned (( plotted ))

isaac1643 is typing... isaac1643: So, apparently my sister is in town. I think I’ve mentioned her before: Cassandra? She’s studying Law at Cambridge, which I know sounds incredibly fake, but you will have to trust me on this one. isaac1643: Anyway, she just showed up at my apartment without warning, and that is very much not her style. I’m sort of worried. isaac1643: Given your experience with having a brother, do you have any advice on how to have a serious conversation with a sibling? We’re usually not that type of family. You know, the sort where people actually talk to one another. isaac1643: Shocking, I know.

Cassandra’s voice rang through the apartment: “I’m borrowing your shampoo, Percival!”

Percy sighed and rubbed his face with his free hand, eyes automatically flickering to the closed bathroom door. “Yes, I assumed as much,” he muttered to himself, fingertips anxiously tapping at his bottom lip. Hopefully, his strange acquaintance had something to say about familial relations and how to keep them civil and healthy.

[wereleopracy]

I'm gonna be the worst and just give a number - 9

nsfw smut prompts; m/f 9 | @oceansburned & wicek

   From the few interactions she had experienced with Wicek, she knew a handful of things, but mainly that he was an asshole. She was too stubborn and strong-willed to let him push her around, making her push back and somehow tolerate him. Any outside observer was likely to say they hated each other, but they still talked when they were in each other’s vicinity. 

     ❝ GOD, you’re more irritating than usual. Are you extra horny or something this week? ❞  she spat at him, shooting him a sideways glare. Most of the time she could at least stand him, but not today. It didn’t even matter what stupid retort came out of his mouth, she was fired up and arguing back with him. 

    Somewhere in the middle of it, the space between them had shrunk until they were in each other’s faces, and then her face was on his, grabbing the sides of his head and kissing him roughly.  ❝ Shut up already, holy shit. ❞

Not one to let her have control, ever, for even a second, Wicek practically threw her against the wall, crushing her body with his own. Though she never would have admitted it, she needed to be fucked as much as he apparently needed to bruise fuck someone.Their foreplay was a screaming match, which was enough for her. His lips were harsh against hers and they were definitely going to leave bruising, a clear mark that he had been there.

That wouldn’t be the only mark, his fingers on her hips digging in as he turned her and pushed her against the nearby table. Opal used her hands to brace herself, feeling a different hand come up around her throat. Wicek’s lips were next to her ear, breathing heavy and obscuring the sound of his belt rustling. She didn’t need to hear the sound cue, though, already knowing what was coming next. 

She let out a gasp as he pushed his stiffened cock into her, having pulled the edge of her skirt up and made her available to him. Each thrust shoved her hips roughly against the table, but she thrived on every aggressive thing he did to her. She willed her legs to be strong but her arms could not, eventually buckling. Opal folded herself over the edge of the table, chest pressed against the top as he thrust roughly into her, the harsh feeling sending jolts of pleasure through her. 

The sharp feeling of his grip growing tighter was lost on her, too many sensations going through her to pay any attention. Her body shook as he continued to thrust hard into her, jolting her body against the table as she moaned loud, a sound of his own following close behind. 

She relaxed against the table for a moment as every inch of him pulled away from her, allowing her to breathe as her mind slowly came down from the high. After a few moments, she stood up straight and brushed her skirt and hair back into place before leaving, saying not a word. 

[mythcarved]

 ❝ grog, i am about to pose to you a very serious question — ❞ scanlan’s relaxed posture, as he sprawls out, arms crossed behind his head, across one of the many chaises his mansion has to offer is juxtapose to the severity of his tone. ❝ one in which i feel that your input on the matter would be detrimental my decision. ❞

@oceansburned

[unboundbydeath]

 “your eyes are like the northern lights,” she finally decides to say on an uneventful watch. she’s fucked up TOO many times, often under pressure from herself, and quite frankly she’s tired of it. she picks at her nails when she talks, for she can’t bring herself to raise her gaze toward the barbarian across from her. “never seen ‘em, but always read stories about them...”  // @oceansburned

[agcntressler-blog]

          There were a lot of downsides to working for SHIELD, but probably one of the biggest upsides by far was having met Wanda and her kids. It was so nice for Bailey to have other kids to play with, so relieving to be able to sit back and relax with another adult, watching their children together. Not worrying about the next case, worrying about how his life will affect his daughter.

@oceansburned / dad verse starters

[mollymocking]

"don’t ever fucking do that again." from fjord~

critical role sentence starters !!! | Accepting | @oceansburned

The force in Fjord’s voice caught the tiefling off guard, his eyes widening as he met the other man’s intense gaze. Was he concerned? Angry? Why couldn’t Molly read him? Sure, no one in this group was quite the open book Jester was, but Fjord was something else entirely. He gulped, forcing a grin to his face before speaking. 

“You’ll have to be more specific. I do a lot of things.” Though his tone seemed casual, perhaps even amused, there was a spike of tension in his shoulders. He had no idea what to expect.