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[penguinpositivity]

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[penguinpositivity]

@abyssclaimed

[lastxdragon]

A great service merits a great reward. / Steve

╣❦╠ ƈօռզʊɛʀɨռɢ ֆȶօʀʍ ❧

Dany’s eyes glowed red with Aether for a moment and the group that was rushing towards them started batting at imaginary things only they could see. Well, not exactly imaginary, but in the reality she’d formed around them, the dog sized bees would distract them for some time. Beside her, Captain Rogers, spoke and she chuckled.

“As far as pep talks go, that’s not bad, but you should work on your timing, Cap,” Dany teased, her smile muted.

[lastxdragon]

“Blood? Are you bleeding?”

╣❦╠ ƈօռզʊɛʀɨռɢ ֆȶօʀʍ ❧

She didn’t even feel any pain until Michael spoke beside her, her gaze following his down to her stomach where a dark red flower blossomed on her white shirt. The bullets he’d frozen in midair were all still there so how… it’s right in that split-second that Daenerys remembers the little witch she’d glimpsed in a back room during their entrance to the home.

The pain was unlike anything she’d felt before, but Dany turned and her fingers, bloody from touching the spot, curled inward and the witch burst into flames, the flickering reflection dancing across her amethyst eyes. “I think…” she murmured, feeling her knees go weak as the pain eclipsed her thoughts. Dany slumped and fell to the floor.

[lilbarton-blog]

“Hold on, please.” / Clint

Send “Hold on, please.” for my muse to die in your muse’s arms.

It had seemed like an odd time to feel tired, but Lila couldn’t help it. On the outside, Lila had made it a point to be mentally strong for those around her - to not shake the goofy, awkward girl that they knew her from. It was an easier facade to convince everyone in the room that she was strong than any other exterior. In a way, taking care of those around her had always managed to be the perfect derailment of her own inner turmoil. To see a laugh replace a cry for any of those she loved around her, had always felt like a cure. To be the one that could hold the others up, when they felt like crumbling, despite her own deteriorating insides. While it was easier to be the emotionally and mentally resilient one on the outside, on the inside, however, had always been a different story. If Lila had been asked before, if she feared death, it would’ve been a failed lie if she said no, but it was odd how one variable was able to erase her fear of it so quickly. It was then that she realized, her strength wasn’t only skin deep, and she was proud.

Now, if she had been asked, she could’ve truthfully said no. Not when it came to a choice between her living or her older brother. A moment of thought hadn’t passed for Lila, there was nothing for her to think of. In the moment that her brother’s life could’ve ended, she didn’t see the title of the older brother and younger sister, big or tall, hatred or love. His habits or behaviors that seemed annoying to her at times, were things she couldn’t live without. Their idiotic fights over insignificant things, she wasn’t ready to let go of and stop fighting over. The haunting, fleeting, image that flew through her mind, was a coffin with Cooper in it. She refused to see that image come to life. It was simple - they were siblings; family. She had always believed in instincts and Lila had never felt an instinct so strong possess her than what she did as a sister. She felt not only instinctual but dangerous. 

Nothing, at that moment, would’ve stopped her from protecting her older brother and just as unstoppable as she felt, the adrenaline that had rushed through her, had numbed any pain she might have felt when she stepped in front of her brother and his opponent’s dagger entered the right side of her abdomen. At first, she might’ve stood a chance, but when he had ripped it back through, tearing it out of her stomach, she knew too well what was to happen. But even then, she couldn’t feel any fear shadow over her. She wouldn’t have rewound time and done anything differently, for anything in the world. 

Her father’s voice rendered her into any other child when Lila heard his voice. At the moment, she was merely embracing her fate, but his voice had given her a cushion of comfort as she listened to him speak. The adrenaline had begun fading away. She had always thought that pain was something that hit after adrenaline faded away. It wasn’t, in fact. it was something that faded inwards, increasing in volume by the moment, radiating from her abdomen and robbing her of her breaths. She couldn’t inhale and she couldn’t exhale. To open her mouth, was to lose her breath and be unable to replace what she lost. 

The presence of her father, however, felt as though it was numbing that pain. She could say now, with certainty that her strength wasn’t only skin deep, but she was still just like any other child. She joined those like Peter Parker to protect those that could not protect themselves, but at this moment she was the one that finally felt safe, untouchable in her father’s arms as she relaxed in them and listened to his plea. 

She didn’t want to leave him and his plea for her to hold on echoed into her ears. Exhaustion swept over her, that she assumed was simply death pulling her in, letting go, then pulling her back in again, as she slowly pried her eyes open to gaze up at her father’s features, as an image to keep with her wherever she went. Somewhere among the quietness, she could hear a distant, familiar female voice speaking to her, but now that she focused on it…it was two voices. A man and a woman, their distinctly familiar voice made her heart drop painfully to her stomach. Despite her inability to see them, their voices became clearer. “Little Agent,” the nickname ached her heart and an invisible, gentle grip on her shoulder grabbed her attention. 

It wasn’t a struggle, to her surprise, to force a smile the form on the corners of her mouth for her father, as she spoke, ignoring the pain that it caused, determined to give him closure. “Dad…It’s okay,” she said, relying on the breaths she held in her lungs. “I love you. I’m not - I’m not afraid and–” taking a break, she squeezed his hand. “I’m not hurting…This was the price if I couldn’t…let Cooper die. I’m…I’m more than willing…to accept it…It’s worth it,” she continued, conserving on her breath. She couldn’t believe how stupidly sleepy she was. Leaning her head to the side, she rested it against her father’s chest and let her eyes close, as her mind aimlessly wandered. It was an irony in itself, that she entered this world being held by her father and now she was leaving this world being held by her father. In a way, there was no better way to leave.    

[lastxdragon]

the be honest meme.: 1 , 3 & 13

1. Why did you name your blog that?

Daenerys is the last Targaryen. The Targaryens were called dragons. Hence lastxdragon. (No, I don’t subscribe to the idea that Jon Snow is the legitimate son of Rhaegar Targaryen and Lyanna Stark. A bastard, sure, but the only mention of annulment in the entire show comes about to justify making him legitimate? Sloppy writing.)

3: How important are aesthetics to you? Do you do anything in particular because it looks better?

Not at all. Like not at all. I can barely be fucked to use bold or italics so you can imagine how little I care what wild formatting is added by others. I mean, all the power to you if that matters to you, but if I have to enlarge the text and still squint trying to make out the words because they are in 500 different fonts in one sentence, then I’m probably not going to be RPing with that person much longer since my posts are the complete opposite.

╣❦╠ ƈօռզʊɛʀɨռɢ ֆȶօʀʍ ❧ - I made it because I liked the look of a little separator between my icon and the wall of text that comes after. It’s such an accurate descriptor of Dany, too.

13: Does great fanon trump canon?

No… I mean, without canon there’d be no fanon and I think it’s important to keep that in mind. I mean, I could have a much, much easier time roleplaying Daenerys if I just went with whatever I wanted for her personality and general background, but those things are what make her *her*. I have tons of verses for her, but at her core, she is canon Daenerys personality. (I think it should be clarified that I only consider the ASoIAF book series to be Canon, not the show.)

[gamexsurvivalarchive-blog]

❛ now, we’re not perfect, but we don’t deserve to be ridiculed. ❜

@abyssclaimed gets sofia for anyone!!

“i assure you no one is ridiculing you. i merely have questions for why you have come to see me. if there is something i can help you with, i would be happy to offer my services. no, none of us are perfect in any way. no matter how hard we try, perfection is not something that one can fully achieve.” 

[merchantofwhispers]

‘ i want to know what you are. ’ / Michael || @abyssclaimed​

       “Just a woman.”

     There was little hesitation in her answer as she stood near the window with her hands wrapped around a steaming cup of tea and offering him a gentle smile. Even with the wafts of chai reaching into her senses, she could still smell the man sharing the room with her. She was, apparently, as big of a mystery to him as he was to her and that was an odd comfort. It was rare that Gemina was placed in a position unknowing, but she gave comfort in a singular understanding that was obvious from the moment she’d laid eyes on him; he was not human. 

     It was stronger than anything she’d encountered and burned in her nostrils hotter than if someone had physically poured the tea she was holding directly onto her skin. Tilting her head to the side as she turned to look out the window, she admired the long pelts of rain that beat against the building in chorus with the storm’s uproarious thunder.

     "Though, if you’re curious about my occupation you could just refer to me as a-.. collector. A historian of the odder sort, if you want to be more specific.” Gemina offered with a small side glance towards him. “What about you, my dear? What are you?”