let all you do be done in love

maria mason // batman oc // loved by ducky

[miasma-of-fear]

@maria-the-answer | Sit in my Muse's Lap

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What was an awfully sleepy looking man instantly perks up upon a lovely lady flopping down on him, staring at her in wide eyed surprise. It's entirely reflexive that a hand sets itself upon her thighs, the other at the base of her spine, mere centimeters from the top of her ass.

"Can-" A clearing of his throat. Ignore the pink in his face. "Can I help you?"

[maria-the-answer]

Her grin is nearly infectious. “That depends,” she murmurs, softly, sweetly, her smile audible as she rests a hand on top of his; her other hand rises to her forehead in a playful imitation of fainting. “I’m feeling terribly in need of kisses from my favourite person in the whole world. Deprived, even. Practically withdrawal. I can feel myself wasting away.” She glances at him with those bright, mischievous eyes and even winks, like he’s the co-conspirator in this little game. “I wondered what my dearest doctor might prescribe.”

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[maria-the-answer]

lxckup​:

“I’m not betting on your aim, ma’am.” He smiles. It’s a cruel, ugly thing, like the edge to his voice that makes his polite words sound like thinly veiled curses.

“I’m betting that you like this piece of shit-“ He tightens the baton momentarily, a sharp movement that makes his prisoner wheeze out the little air he’s managed to gather as his face shifts from scarlet to purple. “enough not to risk it. So we’re gonna stand here and I’m gonna hope that I’m right, and when he passes out, I’ll think about letting him go.” Lips twist into a further sneer.

“Hey, maybe he’ll talk a little less after this, I know that’d make my day.”

She sees the tightening of his grip, hears the choked, wheezing, desperate sounds of her beloved, and a fearful "No-!" escapes her lips. He'll crush his windpipe like that, leave lasting damage, cut off enough air to make it permanent, and for one awful, dreadful moment she realises there is only one way they are getting out of this unscathed.

Edward kicks out, instinctive, his whole body now in fight instead of flight. His heels hammer at Bolton's knees and shins and the noises go from outrage to panic.

"NOW!"

She drops her aim right as Edward twists and lifts his legs clear of the firing line. She pulls the trigger, once, twice, bang, bang, and watches two holes open up in Bolton's left shin, nausea and terror rising up through her body in response. But there's no time, there's no time, no time to consider the consequences when you're darting forward and pulling Edward from Bolton's loosened grip and tearing down the hallway hot on your husband's heels.

"Keep going," she whispers, urging him on, fighting back tears, not now, not now. "Keep going."

[lxckup]

@maria-the-answer : 🔪 ( Mayhaps a protective Maria? :3c )

"Put it down, ma'am." It's not bravery that lets him look down the barrel of her gun without flinching, nor is it stupidity, no matter what others might say. No, he has a much more tangible shield from her wrath. One clad in green, and no doubt using all his vast brainpower to explore all of the painful ends to which Lyle could use that baton that currently robs him of breath.

"I don't think you want to bet his life on your aim."

[maria-the-answer]

"I'll put it down when you let him go." she whispers in reply, trying to hide the tremble in her voice. She hates holding a gun, holding any weapon, having something in her hands that could destroy, but instinct is instinct and Edward is Edward and there's nothing but adrenaline flowing through her veins right now. She’d swiped the gun in the midst of a fistfight and brought the whole thing to a stop. What choice does she have, when her husband is kicking and straining for breath?

"Do you want to bet yours on my aim?" 

She knows full well that he could call her bluff in a heartbeat, but it's something, some distraction, another few precious seconds to think. 

"Let him go and it doesn't have to be like this. Leave him alone, Bolton. Please."

[miasma-of-fear]

@maria-the-answer gets the straight truth:

He can't even look at her right now, the weight on his shoulders and in his chest only just bearable staring at the far wall. The air is tense- He knows she could tell something was wrong from the getgo, and yet he tried to pretend otherwise and just made things worse. But isn't that to be expected of him?

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Jonathan's head turns farther away of its own accord as he says, "I... Can't be around you anymore. Not in good conscience." Since when did he have any of that? "I- Am too much of a liability. A danger to myself, and more importantly you. I couldn't- I don't know what I'd do if I-" He pauses, taking a deep, shakey breath. "...I can't keep you in danger anymore. I can't."

[maria-the-answer]

"So that's it, then? The decision's made, is it?"

If Jon could bear to look, he would see the hurt in her eyes, more even than the wavering sorrow in her voice. There isn't any bitterness there, any anger - just an aching sort of heartbreak she can't hide.

"I'm supposed to just- to just agree, and walk right out, and spend my life worrying about you?" She shakes her head, softly, almost in disbelief. Her voice cracks when she tries to speak again. "I'm- I'm supposed to just be alone again, and try to forget about you, even when I know I'll be leaving you to face everything on your own?"

The hem of her sleeve catches in her fingers, a little anxious habit, and she rubs the tears from her eyes with the fabric's edge; a number of her shirts have suffered similar fates. The whole thing makes her feel sick, wobbly on her feet. "I've only ever felt safe with you, Jon. Knowing you're okay is worth the world to me and I can't just- I can't just drop it and feel right as rain and go on with my life. It'll eat me alive, you know it will. I know you want me to go, but I... I don't want to. I don't want to."

She cracks, then, finally. Pauses just to steady her trembling breaths and scrub the tear-tracks from her cheeks.

"Whatever it is, we can- we can fix it, we can deal with it. We can think of something. Just... just don't make that decision for me. Please, don't."

[miasma-of-fear]

@maria-the-answer sent:

"Wanna makeout?"

Almost immediately, warmth visibly begins rising to his cheeks, a look of what would be interpreted as annoyance by anyone that doesn't know it's in fact slightly embarrassed endearment crossing his face. Nevertheless, he leans down some- not completely, lest it be thought he gives in so quickly, but far enough she could pull him down if she really wanted.

[maria-the-answer]

She's positively beaming when he obliges. Her smile doesn't fade for a moment, as if the opportunity to kiss him is a gift on Christmas morning, or a blessing from something bigger than them both.

"Thank you," she laughs, sweetly, and reaches out to his cheeks with both hands, going up on tippy-toe to close the gap; she can feel his blush beneath her thumbs, and it's likely he can feel hers just the same. The kiss arrives, eager and gentle and smiling all the while, then parts. A taste of sugar-sweet chapstick, strawberries, candyfloss. It's a promise of another without words, a proof she wanted this from the start. The second kiss follows on swift wings. It's longer this time, and her hands shift from their place, her arms curling loosely around his neck to keep herself close.

She leans back, just a little, to see if he'll take the lead.

[memeingovermemes]

My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks.

Ask them funny questions, get personal, query about the people around them or pester them for their deepest darkest secrets - go wild! Include ✘ with the asks!

[everythingfox]

Sleep buddies

[maria-the-answer]

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AU Prompt Meme

     “Pleasure doing business with you, sirs. Fair winds to you on your way home.” The three Navy-men are quick to take her up on it. It’s her presence alone that has let them survive this long, but the patience of the tavern’s patrons is already wearing thin - hands have long since settled on cutlasses and pistols, itching for a fight, eyeing up each like the first meal of shore.The proverbial cats surround the red-clad pigeons, and lick their lips.

     “I do prefer this way of doing things.” A trembling Navy cabin-boy is shoved to their side, and the four of them swiftly scarper, leaving the tavern before things grow violent. They’ll learn later that the boy has nary a scratch on him, but the coin has already been parted with; soon it shall be spent, and will never be in their hands again. Such is the price of dealing with pirates. Dainty, gloved fingers count each piece-of-eight with care, split into even piles for every member of the crew, and a cheer rolls up when all is set in place.

Such is Maria Nashton’s way, until her husband finds himself released.

It’s not long before the door swings open again - and for a moment all seems on a knife’s edge. The crew, all too ready to leap into the fray, expect the Navy sailors to return and kill them all; instead, it is a friend.

     “Didn’t think I’d see you here, Miss Kraven.”

[tricksy-and-mopsy]

[jawnski]

secret bunny conference

[owldude]

“the ladybugs are on to us”

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[maria-the-answer]

“Oh boy, the nerds are multiplying...”

[purr-positivity]

Small cat, big love

[babyanimalgifs]

Aw, this is cute.

[ask-ickle-mod]

Honestly I can’t believe that I’m watching this right now. This is This is the sweetest most gentle and loving and pure thing I’ve ever beheld and I feel so blessed to have seen this

[his-shining-tears]

“Sshh don’t cry, my baby.”

[hart-of-the-grove-deactivated20]

MY FUCKING HEART 😭

[ororomunroedontpullout]

“My baby is big and soft and doesn’t look like me but he is my son and I love him.”

[fail-boat]

The shelter where I volunteer got some new hissy babies and we were making progress with socialization yesterday.

[thinkveganworld]

Play video, sound on.

[godtechturninheads]

You ever hate but need love at the same time

[thatwitchrevan]

I personally wanna see less 'you are not a burden/it's not work to love you' and more 'you are worth the work it takes to love you.' I KNOW I'm a burden sometimes. that isn't such a terrible thing! humans are strong. we can carry burdens. and it is work for me to be there for my friends, but it's work I'm willing to do.

we need to acknowledge this because pretending love isn't work will never make people like me feel less guilty for accepting love. we need to talk about it so people don't feel bad for having boundaries and not always being up to do the work. we need to accept it so we can properly appreciate what others do for us and what we're doing for them.

yes it does take work to love you. but guess what? you still deserve love, and you deserve people who are willing to do the work to love you. it doesn't make you bad. all love take work. and everyone is worth it.

[garfleas]

[maria-the-answer]

Tiny hands reach up at Maria, asking to be held. It's tiny Arthur Scarlet!

“Oh? Oh, who’s this?” Maria cooes, voice immediately going soft, smiling wide at the sight of him. “Is it little Arthur, come to say hello? Hello, Arthur!”  With that, she scoops the little boy up into her arms, settling him safely on her hip, and bounces and sways as she speaks again. “It feels like it’s been ages since I got a cuddle! Thank you soooo much. I love Arthur cuddles.” She takes a moment to look around, although most of her focus is fixed upon him  - she can hardly help it. She offers out her finger for him to grab and cling on tight. “Where’s your mama and papa got to, huh? Are you visiting?”