conqueror;

when you’re young you just RUN, but you always come back to what you need. yeah, my father is quicksilver ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

[chosole]

[vincexrogers]

☆ lifesaver

[vincexrogers]

He grins at her quietly, his eyes filled with an indescribable sort of love, deep and genuine, and he tilts his head slightly, reaching out to smooth down a stray hair. He never worries about Charles, and the other male about him, not in the presence of Dalena – he knows that Charles understands that he’s not competing for the beautiful girl’s affections. No, he’s like a son, Charles filling in the spots when he misses his father dearly, Dalena the place of his absent mother, and it eases the loneliness. It eases the pain, too, that he sometimes feels, listening to his little sister refuse to admit that she loves him out loud – she shows it to him through her actions, but despite all that, he needs to hear it, too, more often than he does. 

“You should teach me sometime, then.” He retorts with a smile, his eyes crinkling up and the truth is that suicides don’t tire him out, not as much as some of the other team members. Unlike most ‘superpowers,’ his is simply coded into his genetics, a passing down of the serum that had altered his father’s genetics to become the super soldier he’d been known as. 

“No, but my bottles are the 1L ones, ‘lena! It’s the equivalent of three to four bottles, I promise.” He defends his team captain with a smile, poking her cheek gently. “It will become a sacrifice, even if it isn’t right now.” He pouts a little bit, still trying to weasel his way out of learning how to cook. “’lena, you’re literally fighting a losing battle here, it’s impossible –”

[dalenamaximoff]

"i should talk jas into letting us work out with you,” she laughs at the suggestion, the idea of pretty girls in pretty uniforms working out beside the all male, muscled, soccer team that made elias famous. the idea of those skirts around these shirts made her laugh, “better yet, i should talk you into joining the cheerleading team. i could use your super soldier genetics” her smile is mischievous and means nothing at all, finding the idea of tall vincent in her time a complete riot. 

her eyes roll, almost naturally, without argument, as vincent comes to her boyfriends defence. “sorry” she says instantly, her smile remaining, “i didnt mean to insult your boyfriend” and, like all things that came with knowing vincent, her laugh is natural. rarely did she ever make a joke like that, just as possessive of charles as he was of her, the male beside her, plus the crown prince, being the only two people that would ever hear such a sentence. it was a favourite of hers, to not only poke fun at charles’ obvious issues with jealous but to also insinuate her boyfriend even had a boyfriend. 

her hands swats his finger from her cheek, “a maximoff never backs down from a challenge” features turn into determination, eyes crescent with a smile that was ready, “tomorrow, okay? or maybe later, if you arne’t doing anything. you and i, we’re going to bake!” 

[scmaximoff]

( `/ he can’t help the fact that his eyes are widening on their own accord and he pouts at his older sister, flailing his arms slightly in the air as he just follows along with her and he really, really, hopes that he doesn’t end up accidentally making out with someone. considering he’s never been drunk before, he’s not too sure how he is when he’s under the influence of alcohol and he’s almost worried that she might set him on someone without him knowing ) i’m not sure where seeing the world and making out with people have anything to do with each other … ( `/ he points out quietly, glancing around in surprise at how loud it was inside – it wasn’t that the loudness bothered him but the fact that he had to raise his voice a bit to be heard over the music and the yelling made him distinctly more uncomfortable, following his sister as she flits about, trying to find her boyfriend obviously before they both end up at the food table, and he heaves a sigh of relief before he’s being jabbed unceremoniously in the stomach and he squeaks, reaching out to grab the offending finger that had emerged from his side ) hey! no jabbing that kind of hurt – ( `/ he can’t help the laugh at her words, shaking his head ) i’ve been working out since before we left, remember? dad wanted me to go with him, so i did? ( `/ he gives a small smile, dimples showing in his cheeks ) it makes up for me not running with you guys so ..

[dalenamaximoff]

( ; takes a plate into her hands and begins to fill it with a large pile of the foods available before them, replying to sebastian’s question without looking up ) well, we live in a new age, you know. one, where, when you go to a new country, you should sample everything. everything. ( ; repeats the last word with an almost mischievous twinkle to her eyes ) don’t make the same mistakes dad and i made ( ; she laughs, the comment meaning nothing but everything at the same time, handing the plate off to him, before grabbing a bowl of chips under her arm and beginning to walk away. she wanted sebastian to be able to try everything, have all the opportunities the world had, just like she did and esme will eventually, the only reason she was so adamant about him seeing the world before he settled down. ) so you have been working out. i’m so offended! ( ; she stops at an empty couch, sitting down, patting the seat beside her for him, smiling. she always had a habit of moving too quickly, without thought, just expecting him to be following her, knowing, well, that if she gave him the option, gave him time to consider not following her, there was a good chance he would just walk away. so she moves about, leading him, expecting him to always follow ) did you want a beer? ( ; she says, suddenly, unaware that he would begin talking about running with them, not when it was another thing that filled her stomach with guilt, standing suddenly ) or something? 

[qirl-qroups]

[vincexrogers]

❝ You might not want to pull on that thread. ❞

“Huh?” The confused tone of voice is further emphasized by the utterly bewildered look in his eyes. “I don’t want to pull on this thread?” He tilts his head slightly, fingers grasping onto the almost invisible thread, glinting just barely in the sunlight. The curiosity tugs at him, and the thread is like a siren call, almost forcing him to tug on it. He restrains himself, just barely, and he glances at the girl who essentially is his mother, a questioning look in his eyes. 

“Vince, just listen to me for once –” Dalena’s voice is exasperated, though there’s an amused smile playing on her lips, her laughing eyes betraying her, and they both know what’s going to happen. He’s going to pull the thread. It’s almost as though it’s written into fate that he has to do it, he has to be a regular pain in the butt – he has to be contrary. 

“But, ‘lena…” He protests weakly, his fingers already tugging gently at the thread, and he tugs when her face expresses her surrender. The thread gets longer and longer and longer and longer, unravelling, and he stands there with stripes of skin showing partially through his sweater. “… Oh.” He mumbles sheepishly, glancing down at his now officially ruined sweater. In front of him, Dalena simply sighs in resignation. 

[scmaximoff]

okay. ( `/ he honestly just accepts what she’s saying considering she’s his older sister and most likely has more experience and everything like that when it came to parties and getting drunk and soccer even, considering he doesn’t really stray outside of whatever interests he has right now, and those were pretty much just basketball and photography. mostly photography, and he cant help but muse that he’s pretty glad he had left everything in his dorm before heading out in search for food ) i’m not exactly looking for a significant other right now. ( `/ he smiles at her, tugging on her arm with a small smile ) seeing you and charles together kind of throws me off wanting a relationship. ( `/ he’s obviously teasing, considering she’s one of the only people he’s super comfortable around, knowing she knew he was teasing because of the dimpled smile on his face. and the fact that he liked all of the charmings ) please don’t let me make out with strangers. ( `/ his eyes re wide at her words, shaking his head ) i don’t want to though, sis. i trusted you – ( `/ he protests, a pout starting to grow on his lips and he huffs softly, reaching out to poke the back of her head as he follows her, glancing up as he hears the sound of a party, stumbling along after her )

[dalenamaximoff]

( ; she bites back a laugh, amused, far too much, at how easily he succumbs to the things that she says, another fact of their relationship, of her talking and him listening, that she had grown so fond of over time. she thinks that if they weren’t siblings she would still love him, in some stupid sort of way, one she would accredit to destiny or fate or something else ) that’s even better! ( ; her previous grin, goof, foolish, softens into one of genuine concern, caring, a hand lifting, with a slight struggle, on the tips of her toes to reach him ) you have to go out and see the world before you settle down, okay? but i mean there’s nothing wrong with making out with someone ( ; she shrugs, like she knew what that meant. she didn’t, which she thinks is a good and bad thing, having only ever made out with one person in her eighteen years of living ) really? ( ; seemingly ignores the teasing comment, her smirk returning to her features, intending to fully use this against him, seeking out her boyfriend when they arrive, though in the sea of players, varying levels of drunk, she struggles to find him. with a huff, she decides to make her brother more uncomfortable later, instead darting towards the food table ) what do you feel like eating? ( ; when they’ve stilled, her excited feet stopping beside his stumbles, she pokes him, in retaliation, straight in the stomach, her finger only dipping so far into his body, no apparent fat ) did you lose weight? are you working out? stop getting attractive! i'm going to have to start fending people off you soon

[dalenamaximoff]

[ ♔ darling mum ] are you free for a catch up session? [ ♔ darling mum ] i want to tell you something

[ → princess liliana ♡ ] i’ve just got to see my brother about something but of course! i’ve always got time for you ♡ want to meet up in twenty minutes?

[ → princess liliana ♡ ] ooooh, what is it? 

[cxcharming]

there’s more than happy or sad. what about angry? disgust? fear? aren’t those different from being happy. aren’t they different from not happy. [ frowns ] we’re just going to go around in circles. let’s kill two birds with one stone: dalena petra maximoff, will you marry me? [ laughs, only barely serious about the question ] yes it would make you a princess. yes you’ll be seeing my face for the rest of your life. yes our fathers will probably be a hundred times happier about our engagement than we will. but! it would mean that i get to kiss you whenever i want, wherever i want so it can’t be that bad of a deal [ still laughing ] we would be a walking, talking cliche. soccer superstar marries beautiful cheerleader girlfriend. sometimes we gross me out. 

[dalenamaximoff]

they’re different facets of the same emotions. aren’t angry, disgust and fear just more extreme representations of unhappy? ( ; she smiles in victory, knowing well that she had one, that she was right, that this would be the end of this particular argument. her smile drops, instantly, worry flooding her heart, panic washing over her, at the exact same time when the question, the real, honest, genuine question is presented to her ) please don’t propose to me over skype ( ; she says eventually, a much shyer smiler appearing on her face ) the answer is yes, whether you were serious or not, though ( ; her emotion returns once again, her tone lifting a little bit as she teases her boyfriend ) you make it sound like you don’t already do that. remember when we went out to buy scarves and that one photographer got a photo of us so you made us go home because, quote, unquote, you didnt want him to see your surprise boner? ( ; she rolls her eyes, almost as if it was second nature ) good. you gross me out all the time. 

[dalenamaximoff]

● ● moonlight

[alxarose]

Once she heard the music, Alexa lost herself in every beat and only got back to her senses once she was panting at the end of the routine. Dalena’s applause was something unexpected and had her blushing brightly; it was not everyday when one received a compliment from their idol. Straightening up from the ending pose, she only smiled sheepishly at the older girl since her compliments made the princess extremely bashful. “Thanks, Dalena.” 

“The colors are too bright and they’re distracting the audience from the beauty that is our routine.” She made a face, eyeing the blinding hues of her pompoms in her hand. “I don’t mind these colors to be on our uniforms since they actually kind of look cute but too many bright colored things is a no.” Initially waving the pompoms around to tease the older girl, she only stopped in order to listen to the tips her captain was giving her. Dalena was not captain for nothing and Alexa valued each and every insight she had, she would anything to make Dalena proud of her even if that meant spending a few extra hours practicing. 

“Got it.” She nodded in understanding, moving back to the starting formation as the music began to play again. There was no denying that felt a little nervous to be doing the routine with Dalena but it was not like she could say no to her either. So, side by side, the began to dance and do the routine as they practiced, perfectly in sync. 

[dalenamaximoff]

standing to her feet, joints complain as they are raised from their previous rest, she stands with a sigh of effort, laughing to herself when she eventually stretches straight. arms lift into the air as pom poms are teasingly brushed into her face and she pushes them away in feigned disgust, “you are so right. they’re so pretty but they take away from our pretty so no. no, no, no” she takes the poms from alexa and toss them to the side, pushing them from her mind as she stands in position beside the princess, though half a metre in front of her. 

the music plays somewhere, though the thought is lost, her mind already set on the routine, the intricate turns, specific arm movements, chosen steps and twists. cheerleading was like a formatted dance routine with added gymnastics and acrobatics. dalena often made jokes that any one of them could run off and join the circus, cirque du soleil lucky to have them in their ensemble. they were perfect, in time, without flaw, though dalena can spot, from the very corner of her eye, a mistake, discretion, in their steps.

when the music comes to a stop, together in their ending positions, dalena untangles her mind from the routine first, grinning, cheering loudly, lifting a hand into the air to high five her companion. “how great was that!” she says, no pull of fatigue in her tone, already used to activities that eat up her energy like that, “though there was a specific moment that i don’t like. can we go back to the double punch, twist, roll, high kick? i think we might have to take the kicks out or something or change formations because i almost hit you” embarrassed, she laughs, realising how close she was to an accident and choosing, instead, to preserve the safety of her time over all else. 

[krxholloway]

she was feeling things again that she couldn’t quite describe. all she knew was that she wanted to be with this person for a long time. she was pretty and katy liked pretty things as much as the next person. suddenly, she felt a bit overdressed. her make-up felt under par and she wanted to run to her room and erase all of it then come back looking fresh. she had been running around as always, missing classes she didn’t care about. surely, she didn’t smell of sweat and dust? that would’ve been embarrassing. especially in front of a pretty lady. 

“my name’s kait– katy,” she said, nodding. “it’s nice to meet you…dalena. you’re really pretty. i like your hair color. what dye did you use or is that natural? are you wearing contacts?” the more katy asked, the closer she approached the other. she caught a whiff of the other’s perfume, shampoo, soap or whatever it was and she held her breath. “you also smell very nice. i want to be friends with you so i can be with you all the time.” her words were fast, and without thinking they were said so loud so many people could’ve heard it.

[dalenamaximoff]

well conversed in the questions, from fans or more so, that step over private boundaries, dating a prince always came with such consequences, she found, her surprise was kept rather minimal at the barrage of curiousty that came to her. her smile remains, as it had, comforting, friendly, and she nods at the many compliments. “it’s very nice to meet you katy”

wandering fingers raise to her bob, tucking a fraction behind her ear, as she truly contemplates the answer in her mind. “no, this is a dye. i’m not really sure what my natural hair colour is anymore” and she laughs, the truth being so odd to her ears when said aloud, “and no, these are my natural eyes. exactly the same as my father” she blinks more affectively, sudden aware of her eye colour, more so than she had been in the past eighteen years, “that--that’s very sweet. i would also like to be your friend...” finally, she trails off, not entirely sure where this conversation was heading anymore. naturally, in response to the compliments, she offers one in return, sincerity, genuine thought, composing the statement: “you’re very pretty katy. has anyone ever told you? i’m sure many have” 

[scmaximoff]

( `/ he doesn’t mind, he really doesn’t, considering how used to this he is that he finds himself going along with whatever she wants, as per usual, and it’s not like he’s not used to this after having done this for years now ) i’m hungry anyway … ( `/ tries to cope with the fact that his night of sitting in his room and fiddling with his camera has been interrupted by rowdy soccer kids … not that his friends from the basketball team weren’t rowdy, but whenever he was dragged to a soccer game by his sister, everything always seemed so much louder ) i … uh, don’t know how that’s relevant to me going to the party though, sis. ( `/ points out quietly, because he’s never really been interested in anyone at their school yet, thanks to his nature of being a wallflower before his eyes widen ) alcohol? sis … we both know your tolerance isn’t the best … what makes you think mine will be any better …?

[dalenamaximoff]

good! i don’t want you drinking until you’ve eaten ( ; she declares, already presenting herself as his guardian, drunk or sober, before they’ve even arrived, before they’ve even consumed anything other than cold air ) i didn’t say it was relevant to you but, you know, if the shoe ever fits just let me know. i’ve got awesome connections ( ; she glances up to wink at him, though she suspects, he must know, it was impossible that he didnt, that that wink meant almost nothing. she’ll be forever critical of anyone that tries to enter his life romantically, believing, far too much, that it will take a very special person to capture not only his attention, but her approval ) yeah, but, like-- ( ; as she starts the sentence, she realises she had no explanation. her alcohol tolerance was notoriously low, two shots enough to send her to the floor in fits of giggles, basically everyone having already learnt to not give her more than one beer ) --that is true. it’s not like we’re going to get completely black out drunk and make out with strangers ( ; she laughs as they near the field, loud music already playing in her ears, arms in the air as they cheer to the song ) well, i won’t anyway. who knows where this night will go for you ( ; she says playfully, stepping forward, taking his hand into hers, almost naturally, when she’s ahead and pulling him to the party quicker ) 

[deep-sexts]

[summersalexis-blog]

낯선자

[summersalexis-blog]

( ` opens her mouth, a flat dull tone coming out as she pretends to scream ) hot, yeah? is it because you have a fever because you know i’m not attracted to girls. ( ` laughs, wheezing slightly before untangling herself from the other girl )

[dalenamaximoff]

( ; pulls her back into the hug the instant the other attempts to pull away ) are you sure? are you absolutely, positively, completely and entirely sure you aren’t attracted to me? i mean, really, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal ( ; laughs, still hugging her ) don’t lie to yourself, alexis. 

[dallonhart]

Rolling his eyes, he pushed her head away from him a little “gross, stop yourself.” he laughed holding her close as they staggered through the streets. “to be fair, you were never ladylike the whole time we grew up together. So…your dad is gonna laugh either way when he finds out what happened.”

[dalenamaximoff]

when he pulls away, arms reach out for his neck, leaving his side, wrapping themselves around him tightly, pulling him back to her, this time resting her forehead against his shoulder, her drunken need to be close to someone taking over. “i’m gross but that doesn’t change that i’m awesome!” she sing-songs the last word, releasing one arm to punch the air with achievement, “yeah, probably” as the thought ends, she fishes into her pocket for her phone, dialling her father with two quick swipes, putting the hero on speaker, loudly declaring her love when he answers, “dad! daddy-o! papa pietro!” and then she, without warning, shoves the phone into dallon’s face, “dallon thinks you’re going to laugh when you find out that i’m drunk and he needed to carry me home. help me prove to him that i’m right?” and, on cue, her father laughs, and laughs loudly.

[cyrusmaximoff]

Cyrus very much welcomes the tight hug – hugging her closer as he could, a satisfying smile curving on his lips. “I missed you too! We all missed you!” He gives emphasis to the word all – pertaining to not just him but also his brother and sister, and even his parents. “See! I’ve grown taller. I told you so!” he said as he stroke the locks on Dalena’s hair – since it was nearly impossible for the girl to do it to him because of the height difference, he does it to her instead. “Look how pretty you are now! Oh – and you have to see Caleb too! He’s grown taller too, although i am still the tallest among us.” he says as he pulled out from the hug, his eyes scanning the features of the latter. He grabbed a hold of Dalena’s hands. There was an obvious excitement on his tone – he really could not contain his excitement in meeting his cousin after a long time. “So, where’s the cupcakes!? you already have a boyfriend without even telling me – that’s so unfair. I thought i was special.” he pouts ever so cutely.

[dalenamaximoff]

as per usual, a routine almost, since their meetings are often seperated by more than a few months, she hugs him tight, waiting, expectedly, for his hand to reach her blonde bob and stroke. a habit out of their height difference, she hears him explain, but her frown remains nonetheless, still still, obviously, over their height different. “look how pretty you are!” she says back, as he pulls away and takes her hand, “all of you! i’m going to start crying if lisa ends up taller than me one day” her lips curve downward, only feigned worry on her cheeks. pulling her hands from his, she presents the three cupcakes left on her table, handing one to him, laughing at his complaint, “it’s been three years cyrus, have you forgotten that i’m dating a prince already?” she bites into her own cupcake, completely disregarding the four she had had earlier when charles dropped them off, smiling up at her cousin, “you are special. so special that i will need to meet every girl or boy that is interested in you, okay? only very special people can date my jumpers maximoff”

[euaerinzgf]

aoa - short hair dance practice (choa ver)

[ninicharming-blog]

[ ` quirks a brow before a smirk emerging on his lips  ] well, seems like i would give charles a run for his money then. [ ` his confidence soon simmered when the female asked for more details about the particular female he mentioned ] …i don’t think i can tell you all the deeds but she’s something… i don’t know what it is but when i do, i’ll come to you. seem fair enough? [ ` he purse his lips, snorting at her comment ] well, cheerleaders are somewhat attractive to a dancer like me. 

[dalenamaximoff]

you did not-- ( ; her jaw falls slightly, her shock melding in with her laugh, surprised that he had not only replied, but replied with something like that ) jason! ( ; she’s still laughing, slapping his shoulder as she does ) you’re really taking this seriously ( ; eyes brighten at the prospect ) she really is different. are you--are you falling in love? ( ; laughs again ) looks like you’ll be the next one down the aisle ( ; winks at him ) somewhat attractive? i’m only somewhat attractive?