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[insanityxofxmuses]

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@justicemythagentofshield

Loki was reading, as he always did, when he felt someone enter the room he sat in.

He glanced up and found a new person that he had never met before. Tilting his head in curiosity, "Well, hello, who might you be?"

[marshalforgotten]

@cosmicxblossoms continued from {x}

The fight was something eyes witnessed on accident, as she was merely traveling across nations via In-between. The thought of leaving it be crossed her mind, as what right did she have to intrude upon another's territory? Those thoughts were changed however, once soul sight beheld this so-called "Bone King"; seeing his wretched state of the spirit.

She may know very little of the individual personally, but watching one's own kind be reduced to such a deplorable condition felt unnerving if not downright insulting. No, she would not stand for this. Thus did concealed primate inform Maya that she would be out of town for an indefinite amount of time. Keeping up her human appearance happened to be important, but this felt more so.

MK's words temporarily gave her pause, making a frown appear on countenance. She supposed him taking notice eventually would be inevitable, but changing tactics did present challenges at times.

"...And so does the pot call the kettle black," she muttered, before promptly turning to face him with a faux grin and hands akimbo to sides. "Requesting help, from a thief? You and that famous warrior truly are in a real pickle, huh? I suppose I can help, since you asked so nicely." Strangely enough, hidden baboon felt that this would be needed, so she endeavored to drain plenty of medical herbs dry beforehand.

[unitlead]

❝ My office, now! ❞ Barely through the front door of the house and she was livid. Keys and phone tossed unceremoniously onto the table. At that moment, she wasn't looking at her husband. Oh no.This was a matter between the commander in chief and her head of personnel. She didn't say another word until they were standing upstairs in the office, door shut to spare Moira from having to hear the ensuing chaos.

Still fuming about today's events. First Howie's outburst, completely out-of-line. Completely unacceptable. That was one thing. But then, to have her directive completely thrown out the window? By Ed? Accusation was rife in her tone, voice shaking. ❝ Out of everyone-everyone! You were the last person I expected to go against my orders! ❞ 

@strtravels

[quantumstarpaths]

@hoovedrycal said: " It is called morphing, it is an ability that we Cervids have."

Blue eyes widened as he looked at the other, a small smile pulling at his lips. He knew he shouldn't treat the other as though he were a science experiment, but there was certainly something fascinating about this ability, and Paul was unable to help himself when there was something fascinating.

"Morphing..." He turned the word over in his mind. It certainly made enough sense, and was easy enough to figure out. "How does it work?"

[marcescenx-arc]

-- I lied. THIS is the last ooc post for tonight. Like this for me to throw Hero! Tenko into your Muse's inbox! Multis please specify!

[muttakutagawa]

its going to be a long walk home

[feiiizhu]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⟡⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅|| @bolinity - liked!

ㅤㅤ❝𝓗as anyone ever told you how cute your turtle-duck-butt hair is?❞

[telndas]

jason’s steps were heavy, each one sinking deep into the damp forest floor as he made his way through the woods. the weight of the bodies slung over his shoulders barely registered anymore, their blood slicking his skin and dripping in a slow, rhythmic pattern. the trees were familiar and forever silent to the violence that unfolded beneath them. he had been out since dawn, hunting intruders who dared to step foot on his land. now, as the sky darkened, tinged with the dying light of day, jason’s focus shifted to one thing—returning to suhani.

the blood was thick and sticky as it pooled down his arms, soaking him. he could feel its tacky pull with every movement, the smell of iron clinging to him like a second skin. the bodies, broken and limp, swayed with his strides, their faces unrecognisable. he paid them no mind now.

the abandoned buildings came into view as he cleared the last line of trees, their crumbling facades a familiar sight. they marked the border of his world and hers, a meeting place where he would always find her waiting. his pace quickened slightly, the tension of the day still clinging to him, not fully shed despite the slaughter.

as jason neared the edge of the clearing, he paused. his eyes scanned the perimeter, searching through the fading light for the familiar figure he always expected to see.

A lithe hand reaches forth, pinching a bright red strawberry between fingertips, before giving a slight tug. The stem rips gently and the strawberry breaks free to be brought up towards the glint of the dying evening sun. Suhani smiles then, before she bites down upon the red flesh and feels the ripened juice fill her mouth. It is sweet with only a little bit of tang to it—something perfect, delectably so. She flicks the empty stem away, over her shoulder, before she begins to pluck more, filling up her hands with the rest.

The air has grown still all the while, carrying no hint of screams upon the wind as it does every so often on bleak days like these. Suhani takes her treasured bundle as she stands to move out from behind the house, away from where the garden sits. It is only then that she spies Jason in the clearing. Hardly a thought is given to what he carries. Often they are all the same to her: those who hardly respect the nature that give them life in the first place. But she sees him, and only him, her smile is a permanent fixture even now.

❛ They have ripened quite beautifully, see? ❜ Suhani says, holding up a strawberry once close enough for him to look for himself. ❛ Here, have a taste. ❜ Held by the stem, she lifts the strawberry up higher, towards his mouth and awaiting the mask to be lifted.

@moonstalk !

[truly-quirkless]

[@mxndjxcker || Because we are both filthy enablers (/lh).]

First day of school...Fin hadn't really been thinking too much about it, to be honest. Outside of hiding from the kids who went to do their first round of Hero course training, they'd mostly stayed away...until the final bell had rung, and they were all but sure a grand majority of the students had gone home. That was when they'd been wandering the halls of U. A.,...

And spotted a student, still in the halls. Their head tilted slightly, letting their pace increase from its moderately-slow walk to a more average speed.

"Kid? Whatcha still doin' on school grounds? Didn't th' bells ring...I'unno, an hour ago?" They slipped their phone out of their pocket- eyes sliding over the time before finding the teen's visage again. Their phone was once more pocketed, head tilting slightly to the side. "Y'waitin' on someone?" Although this didn't seem like 'waiting for someone'...

More like 'getting the courage to leave'. But- Fin had never been that good at reading people unless they were actively threatening them, so...who were they to judge?

"...or do y'need a minute...?" They stopped short of the edge of a safe distance, far enough away to quickly leave if it was wanted- or walk closer if they thought it was needed.

[il-mostrc]

For once, Hannibal wasn’t the object of interest in the room. It was an invite he had agreed upon, for social circles overlapped, and he properly declined a hosting for this month. There was a reason for this: to scope out the room without being accosted by others in favor of offering their delighted, sugary words of doting admiration of the meal that he had tediously constructed with his proper flair. The ethic butcher could properly put down the knife and gaze upon the market of his guests.

He wore a dark blazer, buttoned up with his merlot vest and equally deep shade of a Balthus knot patterned tie. It was a move to allow him to blend in with the backdrop of the low-lit estate for aesthetic preferences. A red wine, nearly matching the color he chose tonight on his person, swirled within his glass as he let his eyes do most of the talking in the room.

Hors d'oeuvres of delicate delights made their rounds on silver platters; even here, he eyed their construction. Muted conversations took the frontal lobe section of his mind, dissembling some entrees and reworking them to what he would showcase.

A familiar scent took his gaze from the event and fictitious smiles; he knew this aroma well enough by now. Her (@stingslikeabee) face materialized in his mind before he even placed his eyes upon her. She was what a few called ‘new money’ at least; she was ‘fresh’ in a sense to the area. While most of the people who invested in these parties had their fair share of years upon years of promoting their brand, Melissa was reasonably new.

He could also detect the expensive, nourishing skincare lotion she used. It wasn’t from the United States, a scent he was all too keen to detect on the streets of Paris in his youth.

He deduced that she blended in wonderfully. How her smile outshone even those who were known to reach theirs to their eyes. She was well aware of the company that others kept, and with a passing gaze and a light brush of their mingling, he caught her words—whispered but clear.

“He’s waiting for my first mistake.”

He matches it, though his gaze is a full sweep of the room, a head leaning in as he brings the wine glass nearer to his lips. The words echo within the shell of it, directing preciously in her range of hearing. “I believe a full room is awaiting it.” Rising as she was in the social constraints of this tier, there were still people out there who whispered of her past. Even he had his ears pricked when her name was on the tongue of others.

It intrigued him.

The wine cascaded across his tastebuds, and he closed his eyes to soak in the flavors before speaking. “No matter what the platter looks like, swallow it all.” A common mistake those who were newly introduced to this circle endured. Anyone who graced their expression with disapproving lines was met with a cold shoulder and a curling lip.

“At the very least.. the wine is exquisite.” He lifted the glass, offering her a small toast.

[deathinfeathers]

@metaladam said: "We just need to come up with a way to get her onboard!"

"There is nothing more compelling than a well structured powerpoint presentation! I suggest we bring it up during our next admin meeting."

[unitleada]

 Pen tapped absently against the edge of the clipboard. Fifth interview of the morning and well, she'd been off to an interesting start. References from everyone from the Queen of Denmark to the, what was that again? Oh right, the new Princess of Padrivole Regency nine. She wasn't entirely sure if that last one was an alien or just completely mad. Either way, she'd never be able to verify that contact, so it wasn't a terribly urgent concern. Kate sighed, flicking over to the next page on the clipboard. On to the next one.

❝ Let's see, ❞ Ushered him in with the wave of a hand, scanning the first page with a slight frown. She'd seen this file before. Application sent in before he'd even been discharged from a hospital bed. At the time she'd received it, she'd been slightly impressed at the initiative.Staring at the man before her now, she was more concerned than anything. Terrible incident. She'd read the file. Seemed he was still recovering from the worst of it. Nevertheless, tenacity she appreciated. A brief smile, setting down the clipboard to offer him a hand.

. ❝ Lieutenant Southgate, was it? Kate Stewart.chief scientific officer. ❞

@strtravels

[astarab1aze]

continued from here / @vicariousphotographer

He felt like he was losing his grip, known to happen from time to time when the seals in his brain loosened, though the symptoms were primarily memory-related - not that it mattered here, because he was floundering, eyes caught then on a shadows distilled and far away, writhing somewhere far off in, visions retracting like elastic bound to break. Instantaneous, no no, it was the fog of his mind, a terrible daydream where false dark came upon him and whispered the name of a man who was no more. Rewind, fast-forward, and everything's normal. People going about their day, a man in front of him - bewildered, concerned.

And worse still was his own state, anxiously palming now at clammy skin and mussed hair, wildly and unceremoniously smoothing out fabric that felt a little too much like something else. Light flickers, flashes of his face, a world decaying around him- His breathing remained laboured, but he'd realized in truth where he was, situated in some space between, acosting the man, yes. Oh, and how terribly sorry he was with what little congruence he could manage then.

"Sorry, sorry," he mumbled quickly, sloppily- willing his stress away and failing miserably, hands shaking, shoulders trembling, and that damned shadow, the rust, the paint chips- Ashari would not have panicked, he would've adapted, kept calm, breathed. Illusions could flicker and ripple against reality all they liked, one was real and the other wasn't - he just had to figure out which.

Away he stepped, wringing his hands; For the first time, in a long time, unable to articulate much else, wary and conscious that which aimed to swallow him whole. What had he wandered into this time? He wondered if the bile in his throat would ever settle.

[marcescenx-arc]

Also!! For the record. No dupe hate here. AS A MATTER OF FACT. I will HAPPILY make twin verses with other Shigarakis. Y'all are exceptional writers and I will support my fellow Shiggy writers!

[epitaffia]

if there was one thing that'd take some getting used to it was the climate of this place. gone are the days of hot sunny weather for months on end ; say hello to drab cloud & cold rain ! ( ugh, maybe it wasn't such a great idea to move all the way out here ). doppio huffs a sigh at the sad loss of warmer weather while hunching a little more in on themselves, thankful for the small fire they'd thrown together, its warmth a comfort along with the toasted marshmallows it provided.

it was quiet away from civilization, & peaceful, & most of all ... private. yet not secluded away from the locals enough, it would seem ... hazel eyes watch the flickering flames, through which a part of them observe- ( wait, what was her name again ? )

" uh- " doppio sits up a little, bringing the long stick topped with steaming marshmallow to their mouth & blowing on it to cool down, " i don't think i caught your name the other day ... " ( was it taylor, or tammy ... tabby ?? ) whatever name her mother had screamed as they made their escape, they can't quite remember. a look of perplexion crosses freckles features warmed by the orange glow of the fire. the sweet glob of sugary goodness promptly shoved into their mouth, " well, if you don't remember mine ; my name's doppio. you won't see any trouble from me unless you break into my house, " a pause, their lighthearted tone shifting into one of concern, a sudden thoughts crossing their mind, " hey, i have a question ... do you get bears up here ? it'd be good to know if i should, i don't know, install bear-proofing or something. " ( although seeing a bear would be pretty neat ... ) @scarletcursed

[vis3rys]

@lannisther asked: ❝ You don't need Dorne or the Dothraki or that insipid lord in Braavos. You need me. I am the one who can put Robert's kingdom in your hands. ❞ oops

"You.   .   .are   a   Lannister.   Tywin   Lannister's   daughter   and   you   think   I   want   your   help?"   He   would   be   better   sending   her   head   on   a   spike   for   Tywin   to   receive.   But   if   rumors   that   reach   him   are   correct,   the   old   stag   is   dead   and   the   kingdom   is   going   through   trouble,   a   perfect   time   to   take   the   dragon   out   of   the   bag.   Lilac   eyes   look   over   at   the   woman,   who   he   remembers   as   younger   and   beautiful   and   completely   head   over   heels   for   his   brother.   He   was   told   she   wept   in   anger   when   the   betrothal   was   broken.   Ser   Jaime   had   told   him   so.  

"What   would   you   want   in   return?   Because   that's   why   you   are   here,   yes?   Negotiate   a   bargain,   perhaps   benefits.   Lannisters   always   land   on   top,   do   they   not?"   He   walks   closer   to   where   she   is   seated   and   he   leans   down,   a   hand   to   cage   the   woman   against   the   chair   and   him,   and   lilac   eyes,   not   quite   indigo   like   his   brother,   but   close   enough   show   danger   behind   his   eyes.   Vengeance   in   his   blood.   "Speak,   and   it   better   be   worth   my   time."