TALES FROM THE PERILOUS REALM

indie and selective multimuse blog containing a multitude of sapphic characters from Marvel and fantasy media. OC and crossover-friendly.

[perilousxrealm]

Selective, multi-para and novella RP blog containing sapphic muses from:

Marvel, both MCU and comics

Fantasy RPG games (BG3, AC Valhalla) and other media All muses are a mix of canon and personal headcanons.

penned by Artanis, she/her, 30+. DNI if younger than 21 and please read the rules before interacting.

CARRD. — MEMES. — PERMA STARTER CALL.

Current most active muses: King Valkyrie, Shadowheart, Tav, Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova, Jane Foster.

heavily affiliated with: @svjetllost, @carolxvers, @divinityrisen, @chooserofslain

[divinityrisen]

There was something funny about Val asking Carol if she was alright,when Carol hadn’t just plummeted into a pit of—

         Carol glanced around at the skeletons and decomposing corpses, all illuminated by her glow.

         --Death. Pit of death.

         She swooped over to Valkyrie and hovered just above the bodies. She’d been on a host of worlds with dictators and tyrannical oppressors. She’d seen mass graves, plague pits, and been in the middle of no-mans-land countless times where the dead lay discarded or forgotten amongst mortar fire and bombshells. Bodies, bones, and everything in-between didn’t bother her.

         What shocked her was the sheer amount. How long had Tyrus been doing this? Or had this been a thing before the digital maniac took over? The cyclops and the korbinite had ended up here as well, but the only person moving was Val.

         “I’m fine,” Carol assured her, “are you?” As if reminding the Asgardian it was she that just skydived into a rotting cesspit.

         “Tyrus dropped the floor out from under you,” Carol revealed, grimly acknowledging the dead around them. “Guess we know why it’s called the Deadfall.”

         There was a hum of energy that rose up the walls, and then about fifty feet above them, an orange energy wall flickered into existence. Carol scowled, then flew up to it. She reached out, and felt the forcefield react to her aura. Tentatively she pushed, surprised to find the barrier didn’t give an inch. She descended to Valkyrie’s side once more.

         “I might be able to break through, but it’d take a while,” she sighed, then picked up a bone and whipped it towards the shield.

         It hit the shield and turned to ash.

         “Y’know… I don’t think he likes you.”

[perilousxrealm]

The King waves the question away as if she'd not been fighting for her breath mere minutes ago.

"Naught but another day at the office." The breathlessness of her voice gives her away, but still a grin flashes Carol's way. Pushing yet another skull out of her way with her foot, Val finds a narrow path made by rodents or what ever other creature of Hel resides down here, glad to be able to stand upright even with Carol hovering right above.

Another sneer, as she wipes the sweat off her brow once more - why does it grow so hot down here? - Val finds her Dragonfang still firmly attached to her side, and spends a brief time imagining driving it through Tyrus' smug face.

Biting back a remark of what exactly she wishes to do to Tyrus once they find him (hopefully) alive by the end of this adventure, Carol's comment makes her chuckle instead.

"'Tis a good thing I care not if he likes me." A wink at Carol, over her shoulder, then Val walks over to the now-humming walls, taking in a sharp breath as it fights back her touch with a surge of static.

Another attempt, and a stronger current pushes her back, a loud buzzing noise echoing around the cavern and making hair stand up on the back of her neck.

"Energy fields of this kind- not my forte, so we must do it your way. Bifrost has no signal down here either, which is... concerning." She speaks the last part as if to herself, then kicks a bone under her boot begrudgingly and sits on the lower wall on the opposite side of the barrier.

"How does one ever bring this thing down? Is there a way I can help?"

[perilousxrealm]

/ friendly reminder that this is a drama-free blog, so anons trying to stir drama will be ignored. If you have a serious concern about anything you see on my blog, my DMs are open. Thanks!

[perilousxrealm]

/ I've been playing lots of Marvel Rivals and just reading in the last month, but I've gathered all drafts and will be getting to them all this week! Once that's done (there's 8 of them so should be easy enough), I will move onto asks/ starters and then maybe send some memes out to mutuals I haven't interacted with yet/in a while.

[eliestaru]

starter: @perilousxrealm

A malicious chuckle echoes in her head before the unbearable presence finally vanishes but it doesn’t lift the crushing weight pressing down on her shoulders and crushing her skull. Ever since they set foot in the shadow-cursed lands, the Dark Urge has felt like she hasn’t had a single moment of rest, and things have only worsened since their first visit to Moonrise Tower.

Why did the stars have to align to dump so much information and negativity on her all at once? Where is all this rage and confusion coming from, this storm that ignited the moment her eyes landed on Ketheric? Nael buries her head in her hands, but every time she tries to think about it, a sharp, throbbing pain stabs through her skull. She lets her back slump against the wall of one of the buildings, trying to steady her breathing.

Sweet insomnia… who am I? she wonders, eyes lifting toward the sky veiled in darkness. She can’t stay here—she won’t. The last thing she wants is to put the others in danger because of her. Especially after being reminded, quite clearly, that unless she destroys the light, there will be no reward only punishment. Nael thought about going to see Gale, maybe even begging him to distract her with his words and his magic. But what could she even say? “sorry, the voices in my head want me to kill the Selûnite cleric?” Ridiculous.

She refuses to repeat the same mistake she made with the bard who now haunts her dreams.

There’s only one solution left if she wants to protect everyone: exile herself.

On a sudden impulse, the sorceress grabs a torch and rushes out of the Harpers’ camp, stepping past the protective dome of light. She still throws one last glance behind her, hesitant, before forcing herself to walk away. As long as she doesn’t go too far into the shadows, the flame’s light should keep the curse at bay, at least somewhat. And if she runs into something… well, the idea of killing a few creatures sounds tempting enough to satisfy her need to let off steam. Still, maybe now’s not the time for that.

The Dark Urge prays for the hundredth time that the thoughts of blood and death will leave her, just this once. All she wants is a moment of peace. Real peace.

Gods, is it normal to find these lands beautiful though…? There’s something poetic and cold about them, as if life has been frozen in time and death blooms all around her. Nael already feels so alone, but she keeps walking. Maybe she’ll find some answers. A clue that will lead her to her true identity.

She feels so lost, so hopeless. and maybe it's too dangerous to go alone-

[perilousxrealm]

Shadowheart sees her through the window, skulking away into the dark. It is but a stroke of luck, really, that she gazes out of the window from the table she's sitting at, nursing a third goblet of wine that has all but lost its taste in her exhaustion. The flicker of the torch outside the window is enough to draw her attention, contrasted against the eternal night outside their little dome; and it takes her one look around the place to realize just who is missing.

Karlach is the only one sat at the bar, accompanied by the tieflings they've saved, and too deep into her own frothy ale to notice that Nael is gone. Shadowheart figures she could be of no help at this hour, judging by the volume she's singing at. The rest of the company had already gone to bed.

With a surge of frustration, coupled with worry, Shadowheart straps her mace tighter to the back and slips out unnoticed- it is that hour of the night where folk is either too drunk or too asleep to pay heed to those sneaking out to do idiotic, self-destructive things- and Nael has had several of those in the weeks they've traveled together.

Shadowheart would know, after all, for she has had her share, too, especially in this land where the Dark Lady's presence is nothing short of... suffocating. Nael's dark thoughts and the urges she has spoken to her about when Alfira died are a reason enough for thinking that this is no ordinary midnight stroll.

The Sharran does not pay attention to the guards telling her that the honorable adventurer has gone out into the darkness on her own, and it does not take her long to track her down- a sole source of light in the shadows.

"And just what do you think you're doing?" She calls into the night once the darkness has closed in on her; the Light of Lathander the only thing keeping her warm. She is many feet behind Nael, expecting for either of them to be accosted by the cursed souls at any moment when the stifling silence breaks with her voice. "Are you trying to get us all killed?"

[mantcdea]

She was referring to Groot, but Mantis returns the smile with something akin to playfulness. She is not at all offended by Valkyrie's teasing – Mantis knows she isn't doing it unkindly. But friendship with Groot aside, the empath does feel connected to nature. A dreamy sigh leaves her lips as she admires the horizon, arms idly wrapping around her knees.

A blink, a hum rising from her throat, and a hand extending to brush the backs of her fingers against the tree's bark. Her brow furrows softly.

"It tells stories – of the countless little creatures it has sheltered: birds, squirrels, snakes, insects... It grows and reaches toward the sun, but it is also a home to many. It has witnessed Asgard's rebirth, and it hopes your people will find a home here. Just like those animals that found a home among these branches." The information is offered calmly and matter-of-factly.

Wide eyes flicker once again to the King, earnestly, as if Mantis were sharing some secret knowledge.

"Do you not hear its melody? The gentle rustle of leaves – can you hear it?"

[perilousxrealm]

"That is... very fascinating." She says with a small smile, the teasing tone absent from her voice this time. Following Mantis' gaze, the King looks up at the branches and stops for a moment to listen for whatever the other seems to be hearing.

"I don't think I've stopped and listened to the trees in a long while, no. I never seem to find the time of late."

The time on Asgard was different, eons ago, when she would rest with her sisters after a battle; a trip to Valhalla and back, then hours of laying under the Asgardian trees; drinking ale and enjoying merriment. Much of that magic was now gone, but she never stopped enough to focus on the sentiment.

Eyes move back to Mantis to meet her gaze and she gives a nod. "Perhaps I ought be doing this more often. I'd like to hear more, Lady Mantis. Is listening to trees something you always do? Or is it a new hobby ever since you started traveling with one?"

[readingnerd9999-deactivated2026]

Valkyrie 🤍🤍🤍

[stringswoven]

“Audition—?” The word is echoes around a laugh, hearty with amusement, continuing as Kate’s laments over how Yelena allegedly stole the part from her, after she’d claimed the word meant nothing, to which Yelena is swift to regain her composure. Her smile falls, gaze locking with Kate’s, sincerity firm. “It truly does mean nothing, Kate Bishop." It wasn't all Natasha had modeled it to be. Or what had been modeled around her to be. "Sorry to burst your little fantasy… but the word is a brand. Like… the tiger that has Tony Stark’s first name. Or the leprechaun man. Avengers, New Avengers… it is just a title. Being one does not give you super strength... or the automatic ability to save the world.”

What it took to get it... nearly cost the lives of New York's residents, Bob's with it consumed by himself had she not pulled him back from the brink with the others. Emerald orbs have become muddled as she's reminiscing, her intention not to lecture Kate who is very aware of what it costs being so close to Clint Barton, but to inform the archer the name was just that. A name.

But her grin returns hearing Kate admit she's really kinda cool. Paired with the amusing noise that finds its way out of her throat, Yelena's studying Kate's features intensely, memorizing, adoring how those glacier blues express so much of Kate's thoughts, knowing she could tell her to stand down when they were facing off against each other in the heat of the moment, and the admiration, the lingering and hasty glances away that followed after.

"Mhm~" A hummed confirmation of Yelena's past observations about Kate's stares, head tilting witnessing the obvious glance down to her lips once again, and grip tightening twitches the corners of them being watched. There's a billion thoughts buzzing through Kate's brain, but rather than shut up and let the moment happen organically, Kate, in true Kate fashion just has to say something. An inquiry. Or was it a challenge? To clarify. Nervous yapping Kate's signature, stammers between silence. And Yelena simply reaches out to catch Kate's chin, keeping her in place.

"I am doing what we both have wanted." Without letting Kate breathe another word because Yelena's sure to have exploded a stream of babbling in Kate's consciousness, Yelena captures Kate's lips with hers. There isn't any selfishness in it, despite having many an opportunity to do this and something she's thought about doing often. Like many things in life, Yelena takes her time, studying eyes closed the softness of Kate's lips, how her body responds, eagerness met and savoring the moment, giving Kate time too to surrender as Yelena's showing her she can.

[perilousxrealm]

"Oh I know that much. Saving the world comes with the territory, regardless of your abilities though." She thinks about Clint only having a bow, arrow and a moral compass to run along with all these superpowered humans, for years. He has had more training than her, for sure, having worked for Fury for a long time before he joined the Avengers initiative. And though she's kinda on the same path, working with Kamala and Fury now; Kate has never been the patient one. Not with this, not with many other things. She hasn't been fearful either, throwing herself in the middle of danger whenever she had the chance. She's given both Clint and Yelena headaches over it.

One thing that she did fear though, was this, here, thick air filled with anticipation and a grip she and Yelena have on each other. In more ways than one. Her brain faster than her mouth, or even her body, already thinks up many ways to get out now before they do something stupid. She's done it before, after all, on different occasions when they would end up drinking and coming close to falling into each other, repeatedly, Kate always the one to pull back last minute. She knew that once they cross that line, there would be no coming back. Not for her.

All thoughts about branding, her specialty, flies out of her consciousness when Yelena grips her chin. Her fear is gone too, facing finality of letting herself experience what she has thought about many times before.

There is no going back.

When Yelena kisses her, something taut in her stomach snaps, an effusion of a feeling held together by a thread for years, and there's a soft sigh against a pair of bruised lips. They move slowly at first, with Kate gripping the front of Yelena's shirt to keep her close, mouth parting in invitation, faintly tasting beer and something much sweeter on Yelena's tongue as the kiss deepens.

It's suddenly not enough, and Kate is selfish as she pushes Yelena backwards on the couch, gentle not to aggravate any of the multiple bruises beneath her shirt but firm enough to pin her to the cushions, never breaking the kiss as she uses her free hand to prop herself to hover over Yelena, dark hair falling down in waves on both sides of her. Kissing her feels like Kate imagined it would, and a hundred times better, for the Widow seems to respond to every little desperate sound that emits from Kate's throat, all fear forgotten.

When she comes up for air one incredible moment (or two) later, Kate pulls away just enough look down at her, fingers curling around Yelena's shirt on her sternum. She examines the slight flush in her cheeks and the deep red of blonde's lips she's already eager to kiss again. "You're really good at this." She murmurs, a grin instant as she peers into the green eyes, ignoring the loud thudding of her own pulse. "Like, annoyingly so. What else can you do that I don't know of?"

[stardustprompts]

the priory of the orange tree  -  samantha shannon  sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !!  some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ;   death ,  pregnancy 

‘all the world is a cage in a young girl’s eyes.’

‘there is great power in stories.’

‘all stories grow from a seed of truth. they are knowledge after figuration.’

‘I see through your mask. I see what’s in your heart. it’s the same as what’s in mine. ambition.’

‘have we met? don’t tell me, you’re plainly a fool, and I have no interest in befriending fools.’

‘i’ve always rather fancied an adventure.’

‘oh, come, (name). you know why this is happening. everyone tried to warn you.’

‘what I know is less important than what the world sees.’

‘all you see, in the end, is what I want you to see. such is politics.’

‘this mission may not seem survivable but you never know.’

‘you have ambition. ever apologize for that.’

‘you won’t miss me so much. when you soar above the clouds, we will all seem very small down here.’

‘where I am, I am with you.’

‘what did I do to deserve you turning up to threaten what little I have left of an existence?’

‘you’re old enough to know that not all dreams should be pursued, especially not dreams conceived on the featherbed of love.’

‘trust me. you can do nothing here but die.’

‘I have an interest in survival. I suggest you nurture one, too.’

‘we may be small, and we may be young, but we shake the world for our beliefs.’

‘now I know your secret, and it reeks far worse than mine.’

‘you have not seen death. you have only seen the mask we put on it.’

‘I prefer the taste of mercy. it lets me sleep at night.’

‘rain is water, and so are we. will water defeat you?’

‘you should do as you see fit. there will always be voices telling you what to do, and how to act, but it is you who wears the crown.’

‘you do speak comely words. I wonder if you mean them.’

‘all courts will fall prey to affection and deceit, often veiled as courtesy. but I like to believe that I speak from the heart.’

‘I suspect you fear that your skill will slip between your fingers if you loosen your grip for even a moment.’

‘remember, (name), that a sword does not need to be whetted at all hours to keep it sharp.’

‘dreams reach deep into our pasts.’

‘I do not sleep because I am not only afraid of the monsters at my door, but also of the monsters my own mind can conjure. the ones that live within.’

‘you wear so much armor by daylight that, by night, you can carry it no longer. by night, you are only flesh.’

‘in darkness, we are named our truest selves. night is when fear comes to us at its fullest, when we have no way to fight.’

‘fear will do everything it can to seep inside you. sometimes it may succeed — but never think that you are the night.’

‘balance is necessary in all things, (name) — it doesn’t not equate to disrespect.’

‘I never wanted an adventure. not even one.’

‘monsters often have soft faces. they know how to mask themselves.’

‘how is it you always know what to say to comfort me?’

‘you use the suffering of others for your own gain.’

‘I did not do it out of kindness. I did it because I wanted my life to run a smooth course.’

‘that disappoints me. that dishonors you. but not beyond forgiveness.’

‘that is not the question you must ask. you must ask what we must do.’

‘I have never had any great inclination toward marriage. not the sort of marriage those of royal blood must make — born not of love, but fear of isolation. yet if I refrain the world will stand in judgement.’

‘childing is not always easy. no one talks openly about the difficulties. the discomfort. the uncertainty. so now you feel the weight of your condition, you believe yourself alone in it.’

‘your fear is natural. let no one tell you otherwise.’

‘I am not quite sure what I did without you.’

‘just once, I wanted to be fearless. to take a risk.’

‘try not to be irritating.’

‘I fear death too much to seek it.’

‘my will was not always what it is now. once I was as molten glass, yet to be spun into shape. I sense I have taken a shape she mislikes.’

‘I told you fear was natural, but you must not let it consume you. not when there is so much at stake.’

‘I despise all of you, overweening crows. all any of you think about is what you can peck from me.’

‘you had a great burden to bear, and you bore it bravely.’

‘you have tried to turn yourself to stone. do not be afeared to find that you have not.’

‘fool. I would not be compelled by you or anyone. have I not always given you truth?’

‘you have a ghost, (name). do not become a ghost yourself.’

‘I am a meddler, not a fool.’

‘the water in you has grown stagnant, (name), but it is not beyond cleansing.’

‘you say you desire truth, but truth is a weave with many threads.’

‘I don’t know if I trust the woman you are but I trust the woman I knew.’

‘I confess I am what you would call a sorceress, but no magic is evil. it is what the wielder makes it.’

‘all of us have shadows in us. I accept yours. and I hope you will also accept mine.’

‘you told me we would meet again. I did not want to make you a liar.’

‘blood is never the way forward.’

‘no. you are another dream. you come here to torment me.’

‘fair roses have grown from twisted seeds.’

‘piety can turn the power-hungry into monsters. they can twist any teaching to justify their actions.’

‘I hope you did not keep it from me because you thought I would judge you.’

‘I think you a self-righteous fool whose head is harder than a rock. and I would not change you for the world.’

‘just because something has always been done does not mean that it ought to be done.’

‘(name), you know I love you, but the sense in your head could fit in a thimble.’

‘my mother always said it was best to receive bad news in winter, when everything is already dark. so one can heal for spring.’

‘I know you must go. to ask you to stay would be like trying to cage the wind.’

‘my heart knows your song, as yours knows mine. and I will always come back to you.’

‘for what I have done, I deserve hardship. it’s my fault (name) is dead.’

‘it has been peaceful here but my blood is the sea, and it cannot be still.’

‘do not deny yourself the privilege of living.’

‘the world is full of fools. and they are never more foolish than when they smell eternal life.’

‘who I am and who I was are none of your concern.’

‘I will not kill you this night but what you see before your is a ghost. when you least expect it, I will return to haunt you. I will hunt you to the ends of the earth.’

‘look upon my work. all this destruction is because of you.’

‘you have no choice but to trust me.’

‘to die in the service of a better world would be the highest honor.’

‘let us not think of the future this night. it is not yet dawn. we still have time for airy hopes.’

‘you impress me. I had not thought that one heart could hold such rancor.’

‘you cannot fathom the depth of the enmity I have felt for you. I have cursed your name with every sunrise.’

‘you preyed on me. I was young and afraid and I confided my deepest fear to you.’

‘you always come back. like a weed.’

‘I fell into shadow, and now I must rise, so I might be a better man.’

‘you can’t trust him. he would sell his soul for a handful of silver.’

‘I have no soul to sell. but I may yet earn one.’

‘leave me to my shadows. i’m afraid they are all I have left.’

‘being your friend is quite a strenuous affair, you know.’

‘it will hurt me, to hurt you. you are mine.’

‘I will teach my heart to beat again.’

‘some truths are safest buried. some castles best kept in the sky.’

[perilousxrealm]

@bloodedhearts continued from here.

-

Foolish and stubborn, the istik, for fighting back. Even a fool can see the shard of the enemy's magic spear sticking out of the flesh of her thigh, making her bleed, and no amount of prayer would heal it away. With an impatient sigh, Lae'zel lets her sword fall with a clang—she will ask Shadowheart to make up for it later—and kneels down next to her.

The half-Elf is pink in all the odd places, Lae'zel notices when she tears away at the leather surrounding the wound; and her blood smells sweet, nauseatingly so, so when the githyanki speaks it's through gritted teeth.

"Of course the k'chakhi thinks she can do it herself." She cuts through Shadowheart's lame joke, "Maybe I should let you bleed prettily all over this rock; your body will be a feast for the gnolls." A pause, as she takes out a dagger, pressing the cool blade to Shadowheart's skin. Perhaps cutting through it will not be necessary after all, for the wound doesn't seem as deep as she initially thought. "Remain still, or risk having a vein cut. It's all the same to me."

Lae'zel decides to rip it out with her bare hands a second later, without a warning, having seen that veins or arteries were not impacted. Maybe Shadowheart's Dark Lady has been protecting her after all. Her pointed teeth bare in amusement at the reaction. "Force was needed. You're welcome. I am no mender, but the gith know their way with a needle if you require stitches."

[divinityrisen]

The beat between Valkyrie requesting the drone move and the strike was just long enough for Tyrus to register the illusion was up, before the gleaming blade of Val’s Dragonfang cut through the seat. He instinctively flinched. But death was impossible for a hologram. He peeked open his eyes. Tyrus let out a relieved chuckle, then explained.

         “I was taken weeks ago,” he admitted, offering a shaky smile. “I-I don’t think there’s a living Wylekan left in the city…”

         Guilt swam over the captain, despite the impossibility of knowing what had transpired. Another civilisation she’d been too late to save.

          Tyrus regarded Valkyrie apologetically, “I’m sorry Your Majesty, but your threats are empty.”

         Carol couldn’t have heard that right. She’d not once heard someone so casually cast Valkyrie’s statements aside. 

         Carol caught not movement, but unnatural stillness out of the corner of her eye. She turned to look and saw that every Wylekan was standing perfectly still, staring at them.

         “Val…” she murmured, concerned.

         “See, the problem is,” Tyrus shifted his position so he could better look at the Asgardian. “And, please don’t take offense, I don’t mean any offense – it’s you.”

         The cyclops stood up, drawn to the odd behaviour of the locals. He waved his hand through them and watched as they fizzled.

         “I needed something—someone—marvelous. You, well you’re…” He struggled to find the right word before he settled on: “not.”

         The cyclops moved to wake the korbinite, who stirred with a grumble and looked up, bleary eyed. Carol watched the two quickly exchange words before they both stared at the fake Wylekans.

         “I mean you…” He disappeared from his place to the empty space beside Carol, so he could look Valkyrie in the eye. He sounded so unimpressed. “You can be defeated by gravity.”

         There was a low beep and then Val disappeared. Carol jumped up, frantically looking over the edge of the table to see the seat had fallen away, it hung loosely on a hinge and—

         The god damn floor was gone.

         The cyclops and korbinite were gone too, falling into complete darkness as their screams faded away.

         “Val!” Carol shouted, scrambling to dive down after her.

         Tyrus glanced towards the bold, red numbers above the bar as the floor reset itself.

         12… 13… 14… 15… and as Carol disappeared below – 16.     

[perilousxrealm]

Seething is the word that best describes the King, apparent through her heaving chest and a set jaw, all amusement gone from her posture as Tyrus speaks, his smile triumphant. Only common sense stops her from throwing Dragonfang back into his smug face.

Instead, she swears that more trips like these would be mandatory for the King of Asgard; for the office work has dulled her senses and slowed her reflexes. What a horrible day to be played for a fool by this horrible little man.

Unfortunately the bad luck does not cease there, for as she seethes on the inside and slams her fist on the table before throwing out another insult at Tyrus, the floor is suddenly taken from beneath her—quite literally—and a loud curse she yells echoes through the void as she disappears out of sight.

The fall seems comically long, but looks like a blessing, briefly, for Val has time to take the Bifrost remote out and press it. The unfortunate thing that follows is that it does not work; no rainbow beam to take her back to safety, and a moment later there is no remote, either, slipping from her grip as she suddenly slams her entire body onto the concrete, completing her journey downward.

Another curse, as the wind is beaten out of her lungs when she falls on all fours, and Val is thankful to have the experience of falling from high places—and landing not unlike a cat at the bottom— but the feeling is still unpleasant.

It hurts like a bitch, too.

Tyrus is a dead man, if he was not already, once she gets her hands on him.

The sick fantasy of ripping him limb from limb does not have time to form in her head, however, as she looks (and feels) around herself in the darkness, finding dead bodies in various stages of decomposition, several skulls, and a stench foul enough to make their octopus lunch feel like a meadow of roses.

Fighting back what's about to be a miserable dry heave-turned-cough, Val slowly stands up, thankful for her knee pads and braces. The sound that follows makes her look up, forgetting the death all around her for a moment.

Carol looks like a shooting star half-falling, half-flying downwards, lighting up the cavern and the source of the foul smell, covering many square feet of nothing that leads off to tunnels in at least three directions.

"Marv!" She calls, coughing as she kicks the dead bodies (did one of them just groan? Must be the trick of her senses), to reach her once Captain lands far more gracefully than the King. Luckily she wasn't down here when Val dropped on the floor like a bag of bricks just moments ago.

"Carol, are you alright? What happened?"

[userbrielarson]

THOR: LOVE AND THUNDER (2022) → THE MARVELS (2023)

[unmichka]

Avenger. The name wears like a borrowed coat - maybe it fits, but it’s still not hers. Yelena inhales slowly, lingering at the edge of the room for a moment longer.

Yelena had considered seeking Kate out weekly since the move to New York, but Valentina had kept them on a timetable - at least, that was the excuse Yelena sold herself. Hesitation wasn’t like her, but something knotted-up that felt an awful lot like guilt had kept her at bay.

(Sometimes, she sees it behind her eyelids, the shot Kate didn’t take. The shot Clint didn’t. Releasing her like a spider out the window. So many people looking to her now - and the last person she wants to let down is sitting here, treating her like a friend.)

Guilt, and a sternum-deep need to prove - something. That it's taken her this long, but she finally understands why Kate had always spoken about the Avengers with something like reverence. That she wants to do some good, now, even if she's not sure how. That her whole team's a mess, and the only person Yelena can think to learn from is the wide-eyed archer who who saves dogs and stops crime lords and spares assassins. It’s Hawkeye.

But Yelena can't say any of that, and Kate doesn’t need to field an ex-Widow’s troubles. She shakes it off and steps into the light.

“That's a relief,” Yelena says, light and easy, as if this is common (she supposes it is, for them - and it registers with a jolt that she’d been hoping Kate would let her stay). She under-hands a beer can - shamelessly lifted from Kate’s fridge when she’d first slipped in - towards the brunette. “Because drinking alone is so boring.”

She settles onto the couch, elbow propped on the back and head leaning on her hand. This close, she can see a bit on condensation still glistening on Kate’s neck; Yelena deliberately averts her eyes, though she’s not sure why.

“Avenger, huh. Such a fancy word. You might be the only person in New York to think it’s ours.” Yelena smiles, but it’s tired. She slides a nail under the tab of her own beer and pops it open. “Isn’t it funny? Last year you were trying - very admirably - to kill me. And now we’re on the same team. Time flies, Kate.” This time, the glint in her eyes is a bit lighter. Yelena tips her beer towards Kate. “So I thought I’d come by, say hello, cheers to being allies?” Her eyebrows lift. “You’re still - fighting crime, saving civilians, all that?” It’s playful, if a bit stilted - Yelena wants to know, but isn’t sure if it’s a sore subject.

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"Besides," Kate says in response, as if her heart did not just jump in her chest when Yelena stepped into full light, "it's not like I can exactly stop you from being here. God knows my window and door locks can't."

It's a joke, a deflection of the real state of her mind and heart that thuds louder when the space between them shrinks— she's happy Yelena is here, proud of who she's become, and annoyed that it feels like it's been no time at all since they last saw each other. She'd wrap her arms around those broad muscular shoulders, if it wasn't for her slightly shaking hands and a bated breath that the widow would so easily read.

So yeah, she's annoyed a little, but smiles anyway.

"I'm definitely not the only one who calls you that." She says with a light scoff, debating herself for a moment before getting up to step closer to the fridge. "People are happy to have a group of heroes to turn to when they're in trouble." Stepping closer to her cupboards, she thinks she wouldn't like the public pressure the New Avengers have, wondering how Yelena fares with it. She'll ask her after a drink or two.

Kate, in turn, could almost call herself an adult now; Lucky's food ran out that very morning so she restocked the fridge earlier and does have some beers and snacks at ready.

(It's not because she never stopped hoping that Yelena would come back now that she, too, lives in NYC. And she's definitely not kinda been hoping Yelena would take her up on the drinks offer for over a year now. Pathetic? Maybe so.)

"And hey— I didn't try to kill you. I was only trying to disctract you long enough to slow you down." There's a smug smile despite the mock offense in the furrow in her brows; matching the one Yelena threw her way when the roles were reversed the last time and Kate had accused her of the attempted murder. "Clint still makes fun of me for sliding down fifteen stories to catch up to you, by the way." She walks back to the couch and plops down, opening the bag of pre-made popcorn and handing it over to Yelena. "Calls it 'the dumbest thing I've ever done', or whatever." Icy blue eyes are taking in every inch of Yelena's face, as brief silence falls between them.

An inhale, and then she takes a swig of her beer after clinking their cans together, wishing it was something stronger. "You could say that, yeah. As much as I can, at least, now that Fury keeps tabs on me. He isn't a big fan of my old vigilante ways." Another smile, as she mimicks Yelena's position, her gaze never leaving those green eyes, and her chin jutting out as she tips her head up. "What about your new friends? I gotta admit I was surprised you'd still work for Valentina after all of... that." She refers to the events of when they last met.

"I hope she isn't making you do stuff you don't want to do. And you got a haircut." She adds, voice dropping, as if she just noticed (she noticed immediately, days ago, when she'd spotted her on TV, scowling behind Valentina). "It looks good on you."

[perilousxrealm]

[graunblida]

Lexa's definitely unstable, but she's alive, thank the gods! Now back on her feet a warm, EUPHORIC feeling washes over her. She figures it's the remnants of adrenaline. That or the superhero equivalent to a 'runner's high.' The Valkyrie is right; there would be no dying for her this day.

" Oh, the whole getting attacked by aliens thing. " She thinks they were fighting aliens. It's hard to recall. So much movement, laser blasts and explosions. Lexa practically goes limp again when the other assists her ( more like lift really ) onto the pegasus. Somehow a flying horse is even more unreal than everything she's endured the past year. Holding back a girlish squeal is quite difficult, when a childhood dream is coming true before her very eyes.

If this is kidnapping, it's not her first rodeo. She's been taken to second, third and sometimes fourth locations with a number of the avengers. This is her first time crossing the Bifrost. A pegasus and a rainbow bridge in one day? Now she truly has seen everything. " I appreciate you looking out for me. " Lexa isn't fragile like a normal human, but she isn't impervious either. She's hopefully she'll be back to her usual self shortly after being treated. Asgardian medicine is surely superior to that of earth's.

' THIS ONE IS STRONG. LEXA, YOU MUST ASK HER TO MARRY US. THINK OF HOW POWERFUL- '

" No, no. We're definitely not doing that." Lexa cuts her symbiote off. Luckily, only she can hear the Klyntar, but that doesn't mean her ears don't still turn pink from embarrassment. She glances at the king, sheepishly. " Oh, don't mind me. Just arguing with the parasite in my body. " Terminology is purposefully selected and Envy growls disapprovingly. Usually the p-word is avoided, but Lexa wants the organism to stop meddling. The request catches her off guard, but she finds herself smiling at the king. " By all means. " They weren't well acquainted but she was a hero Lexa recognized. Having a familiar face around would ease any anxiety around medical treatments. " On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it? "

[perilousxrealm]

"Aliens are certainly a common thing that happens." Val tells her once the last light of Bifrost has dissipated from around them. "I, too, am one. Technically." In some cultures, aliens are named gods, and gods are named aliens. She's learned much about that during her time in this realm, and it's gotten no less confusing. "But aye, we see an alien invasion... or two, at least once every couple of months."

Before she can explain further, the other speaks and a slight frown appears on King's face, though she's no less amused than she's been moments ago. Her mouth opens, then closes, then she chuckles when the topic is brushed over as if Lexa has announced that she has the flu. Valkyrie plays along, figuring there would be time for questions later. For now, she leads Elendil with the woman in tow as Asgardian guards rush forward to help her with the weapons attached to the saddle and taking off her cape. She smiles at them briefly and nods her head, but her eyes do not leave the newcomer.

"That depends on what you mean. Mending your wounds will cause you no discomfort at all. But the parasite that speaks to you from within... what do you mean to do with it? What is it, even?" She's heard rumors of symbiotes before, if this is such a case, but the King means not to pry, unless the woman is willing to share. Once they enter the building that the Midgardians call a hospital, the healers fuss over Lexa's bleeding injuries as well as inspecting cuts on King's forearms.

"Also, knowing your name would be useful. You can call me Val. None of that Your Majesty thing, please." It could be preferable under a... certain context, but that would be getting way ahead of oneself.

[perilousxrealm]

/ adding back Bae'zel to CARRD later today because I want to 'Chk!' at your muses

[soulrph]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

you long-suffering, endlessly patient angels get two memes today bc i deleted everything in my inbox on my rp blog and i made these memes to top off a solidly productive day! also, if you ever feel guilty about “not being productive” or having to delete drafts and memes in your tumblr life, DON’T! you’re wonderful and valid and your personal comfort and peace of mind is far more important than an overwhelming inbox or draft count! anyway, these are also self-serving, but also i feel no shame bc there’s an extreme lack of this very good vibe in my line of work, so here u go besties. DO NOT ADD ANYTHING TO THIS LIST!!

DATE UPDATED: 19/10/22

[ PIN ]:     sender pins the receiver to the ground and straddles them while training together.

[ SWORD ]:    sender invites the receiver to engage in sword fighting practice with them.

[ AIM ]:    sender and receiver go to target practice together (using any weapon of choice).

[ GUIDE ]:    sender readjusts the receiver’s stance and posture with their hands while training together.

[ STRIKE ]:    sender aims a blow (via either their fists or their weapon) at the receiver.

[ BLOCK ]:    sender blocks an on-coming attack from the receiver.

[ ARMOR ]:     sender helps to show the receiver how to wear and take care of their armor.

[ PREPARE ]:     sender guides the receiver through some pre-battle stretching exercises.

[ CHALLENGE ]:    sender challenges the receiver to a sparring match/actual fight.

[ TEND ]:    sender and receiver tend to one another’s wounds in the aftermath of a fight.

[ RESTRAIN ]:    sender physically restrains the receiver from attacking someone else.

[ FEND ]:    sender adopts a defensive position that stops the receiver from launching an attack on them.

[ PUNCH ]:    sender punches the receiver (to an unknown degree of success or failure).

[ KICK ]:     sender launches a kick at the receiver (to an unknown degree of success or failure).

[ TACKLE ]:    sender physically tackles the receiver during a fight.

[ DRAG ]:     sender physically drags or carries the receiver away from a fight.

[ UP ]:     sender extends a hand to the fallen receiver to help them to their feet after a fight/sparring match.

[ BACK ]:    sender stands behind the receiver while in the midst of battle in order to help them fight off their enemies.

[ ARRIVE ]:     just as the receiver is about to lose hope and become defeated, the sender arrives at the last minute to help them fight their enemies.

[ EXTRA ]:    sender hands the receiver a spare weapon during a fight to give them a better chance after they break or lose their own.

[ WALL ]:     sender slams the receiver against a wall during a fight/sparring match.

[ COVER ]:    sender lunges forward to throw their body over the receiver and shield them from harm during a fight.

[ POWER ]: sender and/or receiver use their powers during a sparring match in order to develop and enhance their abilities.

[ UNLEASH ]: sender, while fighting with the receiver during a physical confrontation, uses their powers in an effort to gain the upper hand.