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THE MARBLE ORCHARD'S GUARD

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happy pride from ur local nonbinary, bisexual gilf

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me moving an explosive casket : it's ok just open the door ( moves far away ) kero : you're gonna get me killed me : no you can just move away kero : ( opens door and then the enemy throws a fire bottle and blows her and shado.wheart up and kills her )

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❝        name's   remy   lebeau.   le   diable   blanc.   but   you,   mon   ami,   can   call   me   gambit.   this   is   a   brand   new   independent   &   highly   selective   blog   for        GAMBIT        from   the   marvel   comic   franchise   !  dealt by reign, this blog is  centered   around   the   comics   /   marvel   rivals,   including   various        (   and   inevitable   )        verses   of   unaffiliated   fandoms!   if   you're   interested   in   writing   with   us,   give   this   post   a       like   &   reblog        and   we'll   check   you   out   !

[killdevil]

PROMISE - for sera :’)

SHE LOOKS AT HIM WITH WORRY WHEN HE SPEAKS OF HOW LONG HE'D BE GONE.ㅤatticus doesn't blame her, three months is quite a long time for a job. but much of it was travel and then some, work along the way with hunts to take care of in the process. it was a surprise someone went out of their way to search for him and his crew, to them, it spoke more of required secrecy than some grand adventure worth boasting over. hence why the minimal amount of discussion took place betwixt the two.ㅤ" seraㅤ( . . . )ㅤ"ㅤthose words came all while she held the last of the provisions atticus was currently packing. as if she in some way was trying to deny his embarkment.

" sweetheart, i'm not leavin' forever. it's just a small work contract that justㅤ( . . . )ㅤneeds more time than usual to get it done. "ㅤhe gently takes the last satchel of provisions from her, carefully plucking each finger off as he spoke to her. the worry didn't lie with the length of the job. it was whether or not he'd be safe in the long run, but sera knew what this life entailed. being a sky pirate wasn't some casual side endeavor.ㅤ" i'll be back, i promise. safe 'n' sound, just the way you like it. then when i return we can do whatever yer sweet, lil heart desires. anythin'. "

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DANCE receiver dances with sender for the first time / main verse ,,, still sometime in their dating era for sure. :) wuya's probably laughing too, and so charmed.

HE HOLDS HER CLOSE, WITH HIS HAND UPON THE SMALL OF HER BACK.ㅤand they sway softly from side to side, it was late at night, with good food and drink in the warmth of his home. wuya had come to visit and they held a spontaneous date, with her here, why not? they made dinner together, invited kalila to join them and they shared drinks by the time his daughter had gone to bed. there were kisses, and idle touches, and gentle nose bumps and cuddling close. the night was perfect, frigid and windy outside with the light of moonflies blinking in and out of existence in the stray rays of the moonlight's glow.

everything was perfect until atticus was bit by the need, no, the want to dance with her.ㅤcome, join me.ㅤhe had said to her, receiving a look of puzzlement and wonder until he pulls her up from their furry lounge spot on the floor, and deftly does he twirl her in place. a sound of shocked laughter catches wuya all before she tries to stifle it in respect for kalila slumbering upstairs. it makes him chuckle too, and they move with easeㅤ-ㅤand now, where time comes back to the present from short memory's past. atticus feels the simmering beat of affection fuel him as he holds her close and playful turns them both here and there to a song left unnamed humming upon his lips,ㅤ" i love you, sweet girl. "ㅤhe softly says, all while he bumps their noses together.ㅤ" i love you very much. "

[killdevil]

small space. sender and receiver have to hide in a closet or locker that hardly has anyroom for them. they're hiding from something or someone, but they can't help but to notice the way the other's heartbeat. / theyre on a job together :)

ATTICUS HAS HIS HAND OVER WUYA'S MOUTH.ㅤthe silence within this confined space is suffocating, the lack of room to boot makes their situation unbearably uncomfortable. their height difference plays no small part in the way wuya is crushed against his body, her arms snug around his form trying to make this ordeal at least a little bearable. the hunter mutters a small apology, acknowledges that she might be uncomfortable due to their position. but the moment he pulls his hand away after the fading steps of heavy footfalls and distant sounds of badgering men. wuya squirms and huffs to look up at him, only then does he pull back some.

" girl, quit squirmin'. yer gonna make things difficult. "ㅤhis come on harsh whispers, but all he sees is her smug grin. atticus isn't sure why she's grinning like a fox, cunning as she can be all that comes is a short commentㅤyour heart's racing.ㅤa hand comes up between them and her digits drag along the front,ㅤnervous?ㅤand it leaves him flustered, perhaps his heart may skip a beat. but he huffs,ㅤ" i'm not humorin' you right now, we're workin'. "

[killdevil]

trace. sender is much closer to receiver than usual and notices something different and gently traces their finger along that part of reciever's face. (beauty mark, scar, dimples, etc.) // whether this is dating phase, OR post marriage. up to you. :)

SHE TOUCHES HIM SUDDENLY WHEN HE'S CHUCKLING - and it catches him by surprise. a curious glance her way as she's digging ( albeit, gently ) into the space by the corners of his mouth. part of him waits, to see what she'll do next, but all that comes is a digits prodding and running over the expanse of his flesh. the undamaged parts at least. before a small you have dimples ( . . . ) that clues him into exactly what she was so focused on. " did you not know? " atticus didn't think it was something new, not quite that, or maybe she has never truly noticed - or, or maybe he has not been smiling or laughing as often as he thought he has for her to ever have that moment of realization.

" yes, baby. " he laughs again, turning his head to kiss her fingers after claiming them in careful digits. " i have dimples, though, i don't know if the other one is visible because of the scars ( . . . ) " he would know, atticus has never spent long enough to gaze in the mirror to care for it. all that mattered was that he cared for himself well enough so that it pleased his lady to look upon him. " i didn't think you'd be so intrigued by a couple o' dimples. "

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she slips a hand over his shoulder, pressing slightly where it connects to the crook of his neck. " so tense today ... " her expression is soft, gently kneading the spot with her palm, as the other hand comes to meet his. to put pause to what he's doing. " take a break. come sit with me outside- it's beautiful, and breezy. " leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek. then another when he turns to look at her. " maybe i can help calm whatever's got you feeling this way, mm? " / sof wuyatti kiss

HE'S LOOKING OVER CONTRACTS SENT TO HIM EARLY MORNING, one discusses the matter of a retrieval job, some old sod unable to keep his own expenses in check and now had to rely on others to fulfill the rest of the work for him. it's a pointless job, useless when atticus has far more important contracts worth taking care of. like this one, apparently another basilisk has been causing issues further west, why does it always seem to be a damn basilisk? why not something more simple like shades and specters? at least with those they were more like escort contracts for the exorcists. as if she sensed the radiating tension from his study alone. hands touch, and wander, and press, and knead against his body which that alone relieves some of it.

it comes in a groan, and a drop of his head back after she presses a kiss to his cheek. another when he's facing her, and the smile that touches his lips is warm and sweet - always for her. " nothin', baby, it's just work contracts as always. " of course they can be put to the side for a time, but regardless he needs to stamp them with acceptance or rejection. nowadays atticus can't leave for mere pity jobs, with a family to care for he required hefty price tags and work worth the time. but the invitation doesn't fall on deaf ears, it does sound nice, the thought of sitting outside and enjoying the weather.

when atticus lifts his head, honey eyes look towards the window where spotted sunlight filters through sheer curtain parted. the dust particles floating gently in the sun's rays, and the innocence of swaying canopy leaves just far beyond his view. " that sounds nice, actually. " his words admit, " i'll give 'em an answer later. for now, let's go outside, sweet girl. "

[killdevil]

Should I pay the $10 a month to have access to all the mar.vel comics or does someone have recommendations for a free access to them

[killdivine]

          Perhaps  it  was  the  indeterminate  amount  of  time  alone  that'd  warped  her-  but  she  found  she  quite  liked  his  prickly  attitude.  He  was  refreshing,  blunt,  honest.  Of  course  he  has  his  reasons;  the  loss  he'd  suffered.  Wuya  had  seen  it  herself.  A  fresh  open  wound,  bleeding  out  for  her.  He'd  been  caught  in  a  moment  of  weakness,  that  had  ensured  the  two  of  them  would  be  bound  forever.  A  pact,  to  ensure  that  his  revenge  would  be  settled  without  question.

That  didn't  mean  she  couldn't  enjoy  forever  together.  For  as  much  as  she  was  a  demon  in  a  sense-  she  wasn't  evil.  Humanity  had  failed  her,  so  much  so,  that  she'd  given  up  on  them.  Forgone  any  further  attempts  to  right  any  wrongs  ...  and  simply  gave  into  it.  A  lot  of  good  it'd  done  her;  sealed  away  so  she  could  do  no  harm...

"  I  didn't  really  barge  in,  I  more  just.  "  she  makes  a  gesture  with  her  hand,  the  glass  held  in  the  other.  "  Manifested.  I  am  bound  to  you-  remember?  "  laughing  softly  at  his  continued  lack  of  amusement.  "  And  this?  "  holding  out  the  drink  again.  "  This  wasn't  for  me.  By  the  way-  I  really  am  quite  proud  of  you.  Even  if  my  praise  means  nothing  to  you;  we  are  that  much  closer  to  the  one  who  started  all  of  it,  Atticus.  "  now  she's  pouting.  "  So  change,  sit  down.  Drink.  Because  we'll  be  very  busy  in  the  following  days.  You  wont  have  another  chance  to  do  so  until  we're  done  with  this  one.  "

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HE'S GRABBING A SIMPLE SHIRT, PLAID - A BUTTON DOWN, and a white tank top to go underneath. he's pulling it over his head, hands pulling heavy, curling locks out from within and the fall against his back. " barged in. " atticus asserts, he didn't care for the technicality of what she did or how she got in. the persistence is both admirable and annoying. why did he get stuck with such a yapper? any other demon who preferred to be silent would have been better, wuya could probably hear his thoughts plenty due to this soul - bound link, if she can yer annoyin' - if not, thank the spirit.

speaking of praise and their soon to be business. atticus sighs heavily, relenting some she's right only in the matter that the next few endeavors they have will be long winded and tedious. tracking a cult down isn't easy especially when they're skilled at hiding their tracks. " why can't you just leave me alone? " last time she said it was because she found his grouchy attitude cute, another was because she was curious about him. every attempt she made towards him was thoroughly blocked out, but it seems it never made her back down. as if it was some sort of game.

" don't need a drink, " he comments, waving it away for the first time ever. typically the man never turned down a drink, something wuya must've picked up on fairly quickly. as if the cabinet of expensive liquor was any guess, this was how she would reward him, a glass of his favorite and talk - one sided, but talk nonetheless. " just want to sleep without you followin' me everywhere i go because yer curious. "

[killdevil]

Project hail Mary good

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" please… stay with me? " / this is from fandomless wuya. she's clearly exhausted and having a rough time of it with ... something. she doesn't want to be alone rn.

WHEN SHE REACHES FOR HIS HAND, atticus is taken by surprise. typically, wuya prefers to be alone in her upset or grief - something the hunter preferred too, but with her ( . . . ) he found peace. his mind pondered if such was the case now as well, " of course, mi vida. " he would never deny her his presence. his support came without question, and his affections were readily offered. as he sat down upon the edge of the bed, his hand came up, gently pulling itself from her grasp to tuck long locks behind her ear. " what's wrong, my love? is there somethin' i don't know? "

" you don't have to say, though. we can be silent if that's what you need. " when she lays there, she seems small, a fragile thing where her prior fierceness once remained has been extinguished. docile, quiet, all things she typically never was. not with him at least. his hand moves now, gently petting her hair and rubbing his thumb against her temple. " 'm sorry yer havin' a rough time, baby. "

[killdevil]

I need big marv.el fans to help me w a verse for atticus

[killdevil]

Cramping so bad today, so I'll be doing some writing on mobile and storing them in the queue to edit later

[grotesks]

hi, everyone. unfortunately, this is a post asking for help. my family and i are in the process of moving, and one of our sole methods of transportation has broken down. time is of the essence with this, unfortunately, as it is how we are moving. in order to compensate for this, we will need to order a u-haul. it is going to cost roughly $100 in order to get it rented for the day to move the last of what we need. i really hate to ask for help, and i hate resorting to the internet to do such. unfortunately, again, we need to get moved to this new house as soon as possible. my paypal can be found here and my ko-fi can be found here. thank you in advance.