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EXTREMELY LOW ACTIVITY, BLOG RUNNING ON QUEUE TILL THE 12TH OF JUNE. // IF DEATH WAS A WOMAN, HER HAIR WOULD BE BLOOD & HER SKIN BONE. NATASHA ROMANOFF, MCU COMPLIANT WITH 616 INFLUENCES. PRIVATE & SLOW REPLY

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I’m running low on things to reply to & I have quite a few new followers so EVERYONE is welcome to LIKE THIS FOR A STARTER OF VARYING LENGTHS. I’ll be queue’ing these up over the week <3

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liies:

            A SOFT LAUGH filled the air at her words — it differed from the usual chuckles he gave, mischievous and laced with tinges of schadenfreude. he was now genuinely amused by a cause other than himself — the oddities of the evening only PILED UP.

     “ this world, i’ll admit- it’s very strange compared to that of my own. ” things here were INSIGNIFICANT, mundane and simple. on asgard, everything had a PURPOSE, every little detail was IMPORTANT and NECESSARY and everything was always GRAND. at times it seemed as if midgard couldn’t be any more different.

             “ do mortals enjoy it simply because they know of nothing else ? ”

“I’M NOT SURE. I don’t know if I fall into that category so I’m unable to answer” there’s a STARK honesty to her words. no point hiding what is COMMON KNOWLEDGE, she doesn’t age like humans, yet she is not immortal, WHERE DOES SHE FIT IN?   “I suppose some people do. We live on a small, relativity peaceful planet and most think aliens don’t exist”   She sips on the coffee again, a glance towards the god towering over her, THE GOD OF LIES before the widow who makes her life of LYING

         “They enjoy simple things because it’s all they know. HONESTLY, I’m  rather glad they don’t know everything. This world isn’t as MAGICAL as it seems” She pauses, thinking up a new conversation rather than focus on her DISMAL view “What keeps you so ENTRANCED with Earth ——sorry, MIDGARD?”

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thedirectorofshield:

  It’s been a long day filled with boring meetings and interviews, his head is a whirlwind of demons and bad thoughts and all Tony wants to do is h u n t down a bottle of jack and hide a w a y in his laboratory however that plan seems to of been thwarted by Natasha who is sitting in his living room surrounded by bottles of previously h i d d e n alcohol. He’d been alerted to her presence the second he’d landed on the launch pad, he’d called ahead to access J.A.R.V.I.S to see if he’d be alone.   The A.I whirrs to life and the mechanic makes his way into the living area, brown eyes watching the widow with c a u t i o n. He’s learned time and time again to be careful when she’s in a mood like this because whilst he knows she would never hurt him so bad to do actual damage, he also knows that her moods can be unpredictable.

     THE THING IS, HE HAS A BETTER UNDERSTANDING OF HER THAN THE OTHERS. Sure she seems closer to Steve but he knows what it’s like in her head, a permanent war zone. Tony is aware of this because it’s exactly what his mind is like. ‘ Not one word ‘, The sarcastic genius wants to retort but something tells him that he should keep his mouth shut and so he simply takes a seat beside her, searching for a bottle that has something left in it. 

      He manages to find a half drunk bottle of whiskey and takes a long drink before turning his face to meet her eyes.  ❝ How about four words?.❞ It’s a joke but a w e a k one at that.  ❝Relax Romanoff, we can just sit here in silence.❞

SHE WONDERS IDLY, IF HE EVER THOUGHT HE COULD REALLY HIDE SOMETHING FROM HER, perhaps he was idiotic enough to believe it. 28. 28 bottles of different kinds of alcohol had been found throughout the last FORTY EIGHT hours and 20 of them CONSUMED. her system, HATED IT, it protested with NAUSEA and GROANS, yet that forced the next bottle to her hands. 

His words cause a SCOWL as she lifts the bourbon to her lips (IT PROBABLY COST MORE THAN SHES WORTH BUT SHE CAN’T FIND IT IN HERSELF TO CARE)  “That was TWELVE”  She lefts the bottle sit on the floor, HEAD BETWEEN HER LEGS & HANDS HIDDEN IN BLOODIED WAVES “I am GENUINELY not in the mood for SARCASM or HUMOR & I am STILL armed to the teeth from Fridays mission”   WHEN WAS FRIDAY? not yesterday of course but the day before? THIS WAS A PROBLEM and one she couldn’t seem to FIX. 

That boys death wasn’t her fault, he got in HYDRAS line of FIRE but he wasn’t even seven, and his screams of AGONY have kept her awake for however many days have passed, JARVIS’ polite messages ignored in favor of the comfort of the bottom of the bottle. Her eyes flick over to him for a moment, a HAUNTED look passing between two SURVIVORS as she passes him a bottle.   “Don’t test my resolve today Stark”

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      i’ll try three hundred sixty five days, three hundred sixty five ways to get to you

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' you look beautiful tonight nat. '

EMERALD eyes flick up to the man standing beside her, VANCE of course it would be him that would let such words slip past his lips. There were no WORDS to describe their relationship, a muddy mess that even she did not understand yet she was glad for the focus of her JOB to avoid blushing A small smile covers her lips, a WHISPER of how much emotion she feels, as she lets her gaze fall back onto her target, smile still lingering. “I’m working Vance”

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THINGS I OWE;  This is just so people can know that they have things coming in the next weekish

A reply to a meme @ofrussiandesign

reply to @thedirectorofshield x4

reply to @coccino x2

reply to @conartifex

reply to @warstopper

reply to @hiighlord x2

reply to @themorninqstar

reply to @hiisgirlfriday

okay that’s all that I know so far but expect these coming within the next week or so!!! thank you all for being so patient <3

I also have a starter call going HERE so everyone can feel free to like that

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I’m running low on things to reply to & I have quite a few new followers so EVERYONE is welcome to LIKE THIS FOR A STARTER OF VARYING LENGTHS. I’ll be queue’ing these up over the week <3

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dualclaws:

      The brunette hears her coming, scent wafting into the room, only getting stronger as she approaches. Her eyes widen marginally, but she doesn’t turn until she’s addressed. And the second her name is said out loud, her heart nearly stops. A turn of the head and she’s looking right at the redhead, anger evident in her expression; blowing right past suspicion. “How do you know my name?”

SHE SIPS PLACIDLY; NO HURRY TO BE HAD FOR THE WIDOW. As she lowers the glass a BROW raises in humor at the anger spilling over her face, FUNNY how easy it was to MANIPULATE people (even if that wasn’t what she was here for)  “I’m almost UPSET that you don’t know who I am”  OF COURSE she is not, she shows NO emotion and knows better than to let her voice be anything but a FLAT LINE.   “A lot of people are LOOKING for you, I’m here to take you to someone who can HELP; if you’re so inclined to come NICELY”

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thedirectorofshield:

      IT’S UNSETTLING; she hasn’t been in one of these moods for a while and so Tony’s a little on edge. It’s nothing m a j o r, these moods always seemed to blow over in the end.  ❝It’s my lab, i can stare if i want.❞ STUBBORN WORDS FOR A STUBBORN MAN, although he does avert his eyes but only so he can focus on the blue p r i n t s in front of him.  ❝Are you JUST going to sit there all day with a black cloud above your head? o n l y the last time Thor visited he almost tore my lab in half and i’m not ready for another lightening storm.❞ IT’S HIS TRADEMARK SMIRK, just because she’s the object of his a f f e c t i o n did not mean that she had escaped his sarcastic humour.

EMERALD hues narrow towards the mechanic as the WARNING SIGNS of a hurricane set in. the COFFEE is placed to the side, safe from HARM and her head tilts as she watches him COLDLY. perhaps she puts on more ANGER for show than she really feels yet her EMOTIONS are unkempt and shes ready to TEAR anything limb from limb   “Are you ever going to stop being a sarcastic asshole or should I sew your mouth shut?”   A HUFF passes through her lips as she jumps down from the counter, TONY be damned, his SARCASM is high today & her TOLERANCE low   “Whatever. I’m leaving”

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UPDATE PSA! Ya girl, J, is work 11 of the next 14 days, AKA I AM BEING OVERWORKED & UNDERPAID. but that’s an argument for another day. I never wanted to make this blog any lower activity than 2 replies a day, I feel BAD doing 1 reply a day but with all this work overloading me and my other job also calling ( 9 books left to read this month, kill me?) I H A V E to keep Natasha on this one reply a day thing and I’m SO very sorry for it. I understand if anyone wants to drop some threads with me, you don’t need to say anything, just don’t feel pressured to reply to me. ALL GOING WELL (a.k.a my bosses don’t take more time off) I should be back to a normal schedule on the 20TH

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                               if i must be a monster, to protect what is m i n e,                                      THEN A MONSTER I SHALL BE.

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themanyvoiices:

THE DAMAGE THAT HAD BEEN DONE UNDER THE MOUNTAIN was enough to drive even the strongest to breaking point. although they had been freed and she was dead it still didn’t stop those NIGHT TERRORS slipping through in the darkness, reminding them what had been endured to reach this point. rhysand himself was PLAGUED with nightmares, his mind betraying him most by making him watch his inner circle being tortured or watching as she pinned him down by his wings and tore them apart slowly and carefully. so he spent MANY A NIGHT wandering rather than sleeping, it was easier to avoid sleep than wake with such nightmares that WRETCHING and sweat followed. his attention turned back to natasha, allowing her those moments of composure. his brow arched at the word that left her lips. rhysand exhaled while shaking his head, ❝do NOT apologise, you have nothing to be sorry for. i only wish that i had DONE more to get them —- us out sooner.❞ violet eyes full of SORROW his hand stroked down the groove of her spine.

@hiighlord​ // HER BREATH COMES IN SHUDDERS, visions of blood and the STENCH of the cells fill her nostrils so strongly she could almost believe she was still there. Yet she is of a SANE mind, an ANALYTICAL creature and her clothing gives it away, TOO SOFT for the rags that she wore when under the mountain and the room is TOO SILENT. if she we’re a weaker woman, she would take longer, let the EMBRACE warm her heart, but she is too new too his world and BOUNDARIES must not be overstepped (she is LUCKY to be alive, LUCKIER so to live in a city where no one shuns her for her human body) & thus she leans back, eyes opening to the DARKNESS encircling them   “I’ve told you before, you did all you could”   Her voice is LOW, a melody to soothe   “NONE OF US would have gotten out without you”   Her gaze CUTS AWAY to the window, lips pursing as she attempts to find the boundary lines   “I am sorry for waking you, though”

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                       I am not docile, and I will not rollover                             and ACCEPT my fate without blood                                 I will fight until I can fight no more

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thedirectorofshield:

     That glare is a warning and Tony knows better than to push his luck. They’ve learned ways to cope together when one of t h e m is drowning in the abyss but there are still times when Tony knows better than to open his mouth. Instead he pours her a cup of coffee and places it on top of the surface near her without so much as a w o r d. WORDS AREN’T NEEDED HERE. Dum-E whirrs to life, and the lights turn on accompanied by the sound of J.A.R.V.I.S soothing voice.  ❝Welcome home sir.❞ Tony mutters something in reply to that, brown eyes focused on the widow to make sure she was okay.

PORCELAIN FINGERS DANCE OVER THE METAL FRAMEWORK OF DUM-E,yet she watches tony closely, like a PREDATOR waiting for their PREY to make the wrong move. As the room comes to LIFE she swings up in one fluid motion, reaching for the coffee before her as she RAISES A BROW at the creator before her. SHE WAS SO FAR FROM OKAY, YET SAYING SUCH A THING, WAS NOT SOMETHING SHE WISHED FOR. “Stop staring”

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                                                  i will stay gentle                                              no matter what i endure                                                i am so much m o r e

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❝ Listen, my job is to make sure everyone else is okay. ❞

“and not look after yourself? that’s DUMB. The world needs you a little too much for your SELF SACRIFICIAL tendencies so lose ‘em, gain some better ones because my job is to keep YOU alive. It’s what parabati do”