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mic test.......... is anyone still here........... svet may or may not be dragging me out of hibernation.........
THE DULCET INFLECTIONS OF DEEP ASSONANCE, how she mutely adores but not if intervening her training. strides of purpose, expanse shrinks until she’s just close enough. mwuah! roses bloom into a knowing smile. ❝ shhhhhh. ❞ @elataan.
i need..... short things
#okay but she could kill me and i’d thank her
𝑰. 𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮: 𝒕'𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂.
baptized in holy river water , grown in soil made from compassion and leadership / how goodness feels inside skeleton , how it aches against red organs . he used to be innocent , he supposes , with wide eyes and curious questions forming with childlike wonder . prince in womb , king in flesh , he is always titled , as if he would disappear without one . regal and graceful with white bones , warm bloodstream , honeyed guilt / they are sweeter now , these faults of his . they cling to teeth like cavities , they are syrupy along the edges of his spine . he is brown sugar !! melting away with each added monsoon upon his shoulders . he - atlas , a warrior that screams in agony only during night terrors . there is a leaking severity that oozes out from him * i remember the death , the dying , the dead . helplessness binds me and i feel myself becoming undone , unraveling like a noose after an execution . i was born for something , but made for nothing . let hot sunlight scald me , let the heat purify me . steam rising up into the air like ghostly phalanges * . he studies you carefully , panther eyeing black widow spider , calculating movements with an automatic flair of uneasiness . there is no foe here , yet he recalls himself shielding his genuine expression from you / he sinks into himself , facade of nobility replacing raw character . he shifts , arm against chest and his free hand placed at his chin . he doesn’t move towards you in any way , yet he blooms almost physically , body language more open , more vulnerable . he hopes his invitation will go smoothly , an unsettled plethora of nerves causing him to clear his throat before continuing their conversation / boyish smile , brows raising with mild amusement .
« the world is filled with choices , nat — to close yourself off to them would be detrimental . would you care to join me for dinner ? unless , you have other commitments . i would understand . »
THE ROSES BLOOMING BENEATH MONSTROUS PROVIDENCE, she buries her sins in the cold blue ocean, watches the plummet into abyss. she lives in that chasm, the void that welcomes her. she is home. unsettled in the luminescence, warmth spread across suffused porcelain, but she looks like she belongs. she always does. the spy, the widow; acquainted are you with masquerade! what mask do you wear today? do you hide your sharpened teeth? do you dress them with a silken smile and a veil of smoke rising just above your emerald gaze? they’ve taught her well, far too well. the intricate dance, the tangle of crimson string, step into the widow’s web. no man can resist her much less survive her. but they never taught her how to endure the voices, how to wipe the blood from her name. and in her own becoming, maybe she will never learn.
his boyish charm, a slickened tongue of bewitchment, the perilous curiosity blossoming underneath studying gaze. she is no stranger to the pursuit; she was built to be adored, carved from marble and satin, to be adored but never to be touched. she will burn you with her damnation. she sees his heart, the one made of gold. he is good. and she is not. and if he knew better he’d run the other way but something tells her his interest in playing with fire has piqued.
natalia offers a smile far gentler than the widow would, a brow expertly arches. her gaze gives nothing away, the effulgence of green. ❝ dinner. ❞ she repeats, a forfeit of interest. ❝ depends on what that would entail, your highness. ❞ a coy smile paints itself onto red. step into the widow’s web.
❛ how do you feel about making a deal with the DEVIL? ❜
©
𝑰. 𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑮𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮: 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒌.
lips press against knuckles, eyes narrowed. that’s like the 5th one this week. ❝ you do know there are other foods in the world besides peanut butter sandwiches, right ? ❞
@reddeathed | call.
THE PRECARIOUS WRECKAGE OF AN ABATE STORM, she stumbles through the rubble and shatters at the remnants. brow arches, her stone facade wavers. ❝ right. that’s why it’s peanut butter and jelly. ❞ ------ ❝ you need to eat tony. ❞
* angsty starters
‘ i don’t feel good.’
‘ get away from me.’
‘ hang on, i’ve got you.’
‘ let’s try and bring that fever down.’
‘ we need to get you warm.’
‘ i’m mad at myself.’
‘ you have to wake up.’
‘ we don’t stop fighting.’
‘ shh, everything’s okay. you’re safe.’
‘ i can’t keep my eyes open.’
‘ you lied to me.’
‘ i thought i could save you.’
‘ you don’t know how to love anything.’
‘ i trusted you and you fucked it up.’
‘ don’t say that. you’re going to be fine.’
‘ no, you don’t get to stand there and pretend a hug makes it all okay.’
‘ i hate you! ’
‘ it hurts inside and you feel alone.’
‘ i can’t do anything right.’
‘ fuck you! ’
‘ hey, don’t be sad. i’m just a little sick.’
‘ you can’t leave me.’
‘ i wanted to make you proud.’
‘ you have to calm down. your heart’s beating way too fast.’
‘ i miss our talks.’
Natasha & Tony:
Me:
tag drop x
while i get my shit together i’ve made a new discord if u want to plot or chat or whatever msg me @ viola davis scream#8771 x
wow can u believe i am alive
𝒊. 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 : T’CHALLA .
he , bedeviled savior , now holding heavy crown / beware those kings who feel too much , who allow guilt to gnaw at strained muscles : these are deadly rulers , they are kind to all , but deadly to those who cross them . he has always admired the sharpness of you ; similar to the female warriors in wakanda , you have braved and honored many flooding seas of foes . he - athena , forged for wisdom and strategic battles , yet haunted by past mistakes / the remorse festers upon beating organ , it rots it , darkens it from bright red to deep midnight blue . king first , human second * i remember being a child and feeling sand between my toes , as an adolescent i felt the air between my fingers , now all i feel is blood on my palms * it is a cruel act , continuing on after a loved one has departed , yet he feels his father surrounding his chest , pulse waning , panic settling inside nervous system . was this his immoral fate ? to hold blame for all corrupted alliances ? he will take heavy responsibilities , but he feels fatigue eating at him / turning bones to dust , spine aching , vengeance awakening . he joins you in the conference room , standing only a few feet behind you / hands clasped behind his back and an amused smile slipping onto beige mouth / accent is thickened with each word , voice is warm honey , soothing in a godly way , as if he were an ancient thing , an old medicine man .
« ah , even after decades of seeing this landscape , i still find myself silenced by our nature’s beauty — it is calming , unbearably so , and often i come here to think . after such a violent year i guessed you would need it just as much as i do , miss romanoff . »
𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 , the satiny camber of rouge is counterfeit , don’t you see ? down her willowy spine rests the devil’s backbone / oh , clever as the devil and twice as pretty ! she - huntress , she - widow , destined for damnation all the same . the syllables of her name echoed in frightened intonation , splattered in red against pristine walls . don’t take the sinner from me . that’s all she knows now . but in the velvet light , the exonerating rays of the sun , she looks divine . celestial and holy , a golden crown belongs atop scarlet apex . her lips curve , a moment of forfeit .
❝ it is the type of view that reminds me of how small i am compared to what the universe has to offer . ❞
veracious is she , honeyed prose dipped in honesty . her gaze shifts momentarily , a careful brow arched . a king in her presence , and even without that title , he would deserve such respect as it calls for . a good man if she’s ever known one . and she can’t help but wonder what that must be like --- virtuous , burdened with the glory of burning and devoted eyes . ❝ but maybe that’s a good thing anyway . --- and please , call me nat . ❞
got caught giving a fuck. embarrassing.
𝒊. 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 : CAROL DANVERS .
𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐋 , 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 ??? 𝐍𝐎. 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐒 / 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌. 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 , 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐒. —— && 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐒. stars had shone bright , the cosmos a home for the half kree supernova yet upon C-53 belonged her heart && carol could never stay away for too long, for time flew by way too quickly upon the planet called earth. How carol loved when natasha rambled on about something , how her lips moved her facial expressions changed and there it was , the kiss carol had been craving to give. The lips that met her own were soft , and it sent a shock wave within her that started from her toes all the way to the tips of fingers. an energy surge that sets the hairs upon her neck to stand up. ❝ 𝐢 … 𝐮𝐡 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 … 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 ?? ❞ she couldn’t. fingers had found themselves within the deep red locks, tangling them there ever so gently as she closed the space between them. / 《 ✰ 》 / @reddeathed / cont
𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘 , 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄 , 𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐔𝐌 ; a kaleidoscope of foreign hues unbeknownst to the widow , had such colours existed before carol ? shallow respite , arid gorge set ablaze with forest fire , her ceruleans scopic with astonished dilation . had time stopped ? had the planets aligned ? had her dreams collided with her often brutal reality ? the black widow - fiercely treacherous , formidable and threatening - how she melts into her touch . she melts like ice cream on a hot day , syrupy sweet to taste .
𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 . the wanderer , how her entrancing pull could have the widow navigating through precarious precipice just to draw near . and now , her gentle and perhaps pessimistic hope comes to an abrupt end with a single touch , a single caress of fiery locks . how she burns so brightly ! her lips curve gently skyward , ebony lashes creating hesitant shield of irradiated gaze only to meet her eyes not one second later .
❝ do it again . ❞