wrath of fate

robin lugh.original character.nsfw potential,possibly selective.written by kite.

[realfootage]

[wnq-writers]

It’s always me, running away. Sometimes, to save myself from something. Most of the time, to save something from me.

A. Martin (via wordsnquotes)

[clockwerksorcery-blog]

Exorcism and the History of Magic

Earlier this year my History of Exorcism in Catholic Christianity was published in Palgrave MacMillan’s Historical Studies in Witchcraft and Magic series, the first ever complete history of t…

[dukederichleau]

Duke De Richleau

[commanderxrogers-deactivated202]

             Hearing how he person had died was brutal. Steve had fought in wars, sure, and he’d seen a lot of things but somehow hearing that things like that could still happen was the most numbing of all. What good were the wars when innocent people were still being killed in their own country, in their own home, by someone who thought they were above consequence.

             “I’m sorry,” Steve frowned as he finished up the bandages and leaned back a little to give Robin back his space. He was well aware that the other didn’t like to be touched, “sorry that you had to experience that. Did the spirit just attack you?”

[mindaria]

     Robin flexed his arm distractedly after Steve finished his task, as though contemplating how soon he’d be well enough to get into the same trouble all over again. A bare glance was shifted to Steve, and then down again, and he left lips parted for just a moment before offering an answer.

     “No. I mean, not really. I was sending him on and I had to sort of.. step into his line of sight to do it.” This time he dared to give Steve a slight smile, one of.. relief, perhaps. “He’s gone now.”

[niveusxphoenix-deactivated20210]

            This guy was cute when he smiled. Not that Jasper would base his opinion on how the guy looked, after all he could be a bad guy – Jasper could be a bad guy and he thought himself pretty cute – but it was a pleasantry to glance over and see something nice. More relaxed now that he was blocked from seeing the all consuming fire. The Phoenix that fought very second for control, the entity he was forever bound to and so far, it to he.

            He gave a nod of thanks as he was invited into the man’s home, ducking a little and sliding his hands into his pockets. With a man such as Robin with such gifts, he could understand the need for seclusion; after all he couldn’t imagine a family man accepting a life-threatening position like this. One doesn’t lightly accept the responsibility of keeping Captain America’s best friends alive and well.

            Strong alcohol was more his drink of choice but the professor had had a good eye for tea. It gave the mutant a small warmth to see such an extensive collection and he took it all in, including the tea. So far the picture painted Robin as a down to earth guy living for the simple pleasures; good tea, gardening, peace and quiet. “Quite right,” Jasper nodded, “Forgive me but I feel keeping you in the dark in that regard is better for all involved, you understand.” The pain those men had suffered was not one easily shared with a stranger.

            “A little cliche perhaps,” Jasper grinned, leaning a little closer, “But that one would be lovely.” He pointed to the flame red box, a tea with fruit and spices and, if he remembered correctly, a deep red colour. He them moved to seat himself in one of the simple chairs and simply watched.

[mindaria]

    Robin nodded and pulled the chosen flavor from the cabinet, replacing the others he’d taken down except for his own choice, a very simple green tea blend. He found it sort of funny; he’d moved his entire collection of tea mixes from the apartment and had never touched the spicier flavors.

    “I understand,” The clairvoyant agreed quietly, perfectly comfortable with this decision. He had enough trouble keeping himself from imagining the events that had led up to this entire mess. He might not have been able to meet Clint and James up close, but he could see what had become of them from this distance. It wasn’t pretty, and the world wasn’t pretty. He preferred to keep as far out of it as possible.. as far out of it as the world allowed. “I’m just fine with that.”

    Silently, Robin went about making two cups of tea, heating the water with the tape-covered faucet. The process took a bit longer than six or seven minutes, and Robin remained quiet throughout. When he turned to set Jasper’s cup on the table for him, he became aware of the other’s gaze on him, and then of the almost ten minutes of silence that had just occurred. Robin’s face darkened significantly and he looked away, setting Jasper’s cup down and taking his own to the other seat on the other side of the table.

         “So, um. You-- you said you wanted to ask me some questions.”

[riddlesregime-ops]

Memes

  jealous / possessive  meme

“ you’re mine. you hear me? ”

“ were you with him/her? ”

“ why is she/he calling you? ”

“ do they know we’re together? ”

“ were you with him/her? ”

“ i don’t want you seeing them anymore ”

“ did she/he make a pass at you? ”

“ i know you were with her/him ”

“ you belong to me ”

“ i can’t believe you were with her/him ”

“ i don’t like the way he’s/she’s looking at you ”

“im NOT jealous ”

“ i thought you only had eyes for me ”

“ he/she can’t make you feel the way i make you feel ”

“ you’re too good for her/him ”

“is there someone else?”

“ you were flirting with them ”

“ they were flirting with you ”

“ i don’t want you talking to them again ”

“ i can’t stop picturing you with him/her ”

“ the thought of you with him/her makes me sick ”

“ tell me i have nothing to worry about ”

[skeltonjunction]

“this is haunted please don’t go in” southport 31/07/16

[witcheslifestyleblog]

Cookies can be spooky (or just really cute), too!

[mindaria]

                                                                  a child of calamity

                                                                                        A SONG FOR TOMORROW

[ghostling]

Four Word . Prompts

“Please, come with me.”

“You’re always number one.”

“I can’t do this.”

“I won’t let you.”

“Maybe I’m just crazy.”

“I’m not even sorry.”

“Honestly, just stop it.”

“I believe in you.”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Who were you with?”

“Please talk to me.”

“I can’t trust you.”

“I need you, though.”

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“So, it was you.”

“I need to go.”

“Just stay with me.”

“You can trust me.”

“Alright, I love you.”

“I’m sorry, but no.”

“Will you help me?”

“You’re a terrible cook.”

“Can you shut up!?”

“You love me, right?”

“I really need you.”

“I don’t love you.”

“I’m not doing this.”

“I really need you.”

“You don’t want me.”

“Let me help you.”

“You’re such a bitch.”

“I can’t do this.”

“You think you’re funny?”

“Hey, I said stop!”

“Will you marry me?”

“Wanna go out sometime?”

“I don’t want this.”

“You always this quiet?”

“Are you fucking insane!?”

“I don’t want you.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

“This was never right.”

“You look really tired.”

“I’m out of here.”

“You need to go.”

[breathtakingdestinations]

Reynisfjara - Iceland (by Alexander Shchukin) 

[poison-marie-deactivated2019091]

I am not okay, but not okay is how I’ve learned to live.

Don’t be fooled, M. L. L. (via poison-marie)

[niveusxphoenix-deactivated20210]

            “No need,” Jasper smiled. He would not force the other to explain something so deeply troubling to him, not when blocking such a gift brought such a physical change in the man before him. Jasper could see it, a less troubled man easing his way out of the pain he was in, straightened shoulders and a warmer expression. It made Jasper in turn feel more at ease and in that moment it became clear why Steve had chosen this man.

            “Yes. Did Steve explain to you why?” He could look of course, dive deeper into the man’s consciousness and seek out the answers himself but he preferred to hear the words first and search later to see if his words were a lie. “I have… experienced first hand the pain those men have been through and I understand their need of complete trust in allowing another into their midst. i hope you won’t take any offence to some of the questions I have to ask,” Jasper smiled, following the man down the well kept path towards the small cabin. 

            It was indeed inconspicuous but Jasper could not sense any discomfort from the man in living here, in fact he felt content. “A ton of tea.” he repeated with a smile, “Do you collect?”

[mindaria]

    He was content. Much more so than the city apartment, shared with Rumlow, someone whose mere presence was enough to double his heartbeat without even looking at the man. Pushing that thought down as they traversed the path through the garden to the cabin, Robin held the door open for Jasper and followed him inside. Despite the cabin being extremely tiny, it had plenty of windows, the light from outside preventing the inside from being too dark. Even indoors there were plants almost everywhere-- on the kitchen counter, on a small folding table that served for dining, in pots on the floor.

    He smiled at Jasper, happy to talk about something so simple, and approached the cabinets that held his tea. “Not really. I just.. like to be able to calm myself.” He began to pull a few choices down, leaving the cabinet doors open so Jasper could point out a flavor he liked if he saw it.

    “I know it’s important.” The man answered, this time without looking back at his guest. “I know they’re in trouble, and the situation is sensitive. But I don’t know any real details.” And the way he kept his eyes down, it was clear he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted more details.

[niveusxphoenix-deactivated20210]

            “Fire,” Jasper repeated, brows raising for a moment before he nodded and smiled, “To be expected I suppose. I hope you don’t mind if I black that for you, I’d rather this be a nice conversation rather than you having to see that every time you look at me.” Of course if Robin protested the temporary block for the length of Jasper’s visit then he would lift it. For now though, he puts it in place and takes in Robin in his entirety.

            Gentle face, worn area’s on his knee’s suggesting he spent a lot of time down there. With the well kept garden it wasn’t hard to work out why that was. From a few glances inside his mind he saw nothing that could make Robin a threat, no secrets on the surface that could hinder the two people he wanted to protect.

            “Can’t be easy having to deal with Steve and James,” he commented, curious about the other’s gift but not wanting to pry to much when the man was probably highly apprehensive about Jasper’s presence.

                   “Got any tea?”

[mindaria]

         “--a little. They’re just different. I can’t explain them.”

    As Jasper spoke, Robin continued to stare, seemingly transfixed by the sight. It wasn’t that this Jasper, here, the one actually standing on the gravel road with him, was bathed in fire. He could see the man there alone, normal, tall and with shockingly red hair. It was the overlay of flames flickering that continued to interrupt his sight, and until Jasper did whatever he did to black it out, Robin’s view of him fell short of detailed.

    But once it was gone, Robin let the wince in his expression melt away, far too grateful for the break of his vision to let himself be shocked by the other man’s abilities. Without it, being able to look at a person like he was normal, it.. it did something to Robin. His shoulders became relaxed, his eyes lost some of the wariness they had, and he even held himself up a little taller.

    “Um, yeah. That’s fine. Thanks. I--” He gestured a bit awkwardly to the small cabin beyond the garden. It wasn’t much-- definitely only meant for the help of the land and not even close to the comfort of the one Barton and Barnes were staying in, but good enough for a single person. “I have a ton of tea. Anything you want. We can talk inside. I guess-- I guess that’s what you’re here for.”

[commanderxrogers-deactivated202]

            Steve gently mocks him not with intent to hurt, but to see that little smile that creeps up when he thinks no one is looking. And he’s not serious, Robin’s singing has always been calming for him even if it’s rare that he actually hears it. Still, he does act out trying to hear again as Robin clutches at the cushion and there’s a little light in his eyes that makes Steve smile in return. The silence is nice even if Steve does miss the singing in its absence, but this is nice regardless. 

            “No, no I don’t think you could,” he reassured quickly, not wanting Robin to think he was serious, “I’ll live.” The teasing slips back with a smirk and Steve leans forward to rearrange the cushions that are left then settle back, content.

[mindaria]

    Robin retained the silence instead of breaking back into a vocal note, tucking the pillow down into his lap and leaning forward onto it, actually appearing rather casual and comfortable despite his normally tense and withdrawn posture. He continued to eye Steve curiously, as though there still lingered some doubt that maybe the blond man had stopped his singing for a reason.

         “I could help with the headache, too.”

[commanderxrogers-deactivated202]

            The wound is as clean as Steve can get it and he doesn’t want to aggravate the area with too much attention so he moves onto the balm next, soothing over the wound before starting to wrap it up. The things he’s fought in his life, what Robin seems to fight isn’t that alien to him.

              Different though, for sure.

            “A violent death?” He pauses, glancing up to meet Robin’s eyes and he’s curious, 100% sincere in his questions and hoping Robin will elaborate but also giving him the option to simply repeat in agreement.

[mindaria]

    It was painfully refreshing to speak to someone about these things without earning strange looks, or even simply to have that someone listen to him. Refreshing enough, even, to distract Robin from the discomfort of the treatment, focusing instead on Steve and for once not minding the flash of images that reared almost immediately.

    “They were assaulted on the street. Badly hurt, got somewhere they thought was safe but just ended up stuck and passed away from the injuries. Can’t really blame him for being angry, I guess.”