#alt verse

[thatnamelessonion]

I had to do the meme

[orbital-olivine]

Found by Cyn

@zombied-drone-maid (alt verse)

He had come from far, far away, another world with another Solver.

Faun was proof the Absolute Solver could not just be defeated by mankind, but domesticated. He was sent in a cage to the manor.

Human gazed at him, as he clung to perches and tried to find any sort of hiding place, shaking in fear at the humans.

The light caught the blue luster in his wings, his nanite acid stinger, eyes, and lights also a beautiful cobalt blue.

He'd only find any sort of peace when dancing, balancing on hand canes or twirling silvery hoops, listening to the music and ignoring the gazes of others.

Was it a show of the humans threatening aggression against any deviant Drones?

[sciderman]

hmm. a little too far south for a proper spider-kiss, me thinks 

[hxwkey3]

plotted starter for @displacedwidow​ from Clint

there  was  supposed  to  be  a  wedding.  a  small  one  but  a  wedding  nonetheless.  he’d  been  getting  himself  excited  for  it.  telling  himself  this  was  the  start  of  something  brilliant,  trying  to  make  himself  believe  this  is  what  he’d  wanted.  but  she’d  seen  through  him.  laura  was  good  like  that.  they’d  met  at  shield.  clicked  as  friends  and  he’d  thought  they  worked  as  romantic  partners.

clearly  that  wasn’t  the  case.  two  weeks  before  the  big  day  and  she’d  sat  him  down  to  tell  him  they  couldn’t  do  this.  they  couldn’t  get  married.  it  wasn’t  fair  to  either  of  them  to  try  and  force  what  wasn’t  there.  that  had  been  a  slap  in  the  face.  he  hadn’t  thought  he  was  forcing  anything  but...after  a  week  of  reflection,  it  was  clear  that  he  was.  he  loved  laura  but  he  didn’t  love  her.  and  she’d  known  that.  could  tell  that  his  heart  was  long  gone  with  someone  else.  that  he  didn’t  have  it  to  give  away  anymore. 

he  wishes  he  did.  he’s  sorry  he  doesn’t.  god,  laura,  he’s  sorry. 

of  course,  that  leaves  him  with  two  plane  tickets  and  a  hotel  reservation  in  venice  for  ten  days.  seems  a  waste  not  to  use  them.  and  that’s  how  he  got  here.  in  front  of  natasha.  trying  to  explain  that  he’s  no  longer  getting  married  and  he’d  very  much  like  it  if  she’d  go  on  his  honeymoon  with  her.

❝——————Long  story  short,  wedding’s  off  and  I’ve  got  these  tickets.  I  could  sell  ‘em  but  I  thought....we  both  deserve  a  vacation.  The  world’s  been  pretty  quiet.  What  do  you  say?❞  he  waves  the  printed  off  tickets  in  front  of  her,  the  departure  date  two  days  from  now.  if  she  says  now  then...he’ll  go  ahead  and  try  to  sell  him  or  maybe  just  go  alone.  ❝You  can  have  the  bed...❞

[huntersxhunted]

Wrong Place Wrong Time || Closed ||

@bornxidols

“Listen kid I already told you to get lost. Do you really want to piss me off?” On one hand Jihae felt bad for someone so dependent on the substances he provided, but on the other there was nothing he could do when someone didn’t have the funds to pay him for them. It wasn’t like he was Mr. Rich himself, giving things out for free didn’t help him in any way. Jihae was almost about to just go home and save himself the annoyance when things took a more dangerous turn. Some innocent person was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, stuck between an irrational druggie looking for his next fix and a dealer who wasn’t giving it out for free. Before Jihae knew it the kid had the stranger on the other end of a knife, hoping a hostage would make things turn around in his favor; and that’s exactly how it was going to play out, too. 

The yelling was the worst part, the needless threats and the desperation his tone held as he made his demands. This was one of the reasons Jihae carried a gun on him during meet ups, but when it came to the lives of others, of people who simply weren’t involved, he wasn’t able to justify using it when it put them at risk. All too easily Jihae handed over the drugs, reaching to pull the stranger away out of danger the instant the kid turned to run with his loot in hand. It was over just as quick as it had started, and honestly it was a good thing. The last thing Jihae wanted was people to get hurt because of him, and if he just had to take the hit this time around, it was worth it if it meant he didn’t end up getting someone killed. “They’re all fucking mental, I swear.” He muttered under his breath, looking the stranger over to make sure he was only emotionally battered from the experience. “You’re okay, right? Sorry, I didn’t expect him to try something like that. But hey, next time you see two shady dudes talking in a dark corner, take a different route, yeah?”

[perladivenezia]

Awakening || Closed Starter

The message had reached across the globe, spreading loudly and almost indecipherable, like the last time. But now, even if the information was imprecise, at least the identity of the forwarder was clear for everyone. This could be no other than Mekare. Impossible to know if the ancient’s mind had taken the conscious decision to transmit this to everyone in the Blood or if the news had simply shocked her so that she couldn’t avoid it. However, if any event could shock an ancient like her, it would be this.

In the place in which The Queen and The King had last slept and finally awoke, that had since then for nearly thirty years remained forgotten, a Talamascan had awoken something. Someone.

Such had been the intelligence Bianca was able to gather from the dreams that had presented to her and the flow of messages in the minds of others. This happened in the north, and It had been Bianca’s wish to travel there as soon as she understood the news. If there were any clues to be found they would be there, certainly. Yet she didn’t travel north. The rumour mill also informed her Maharet had moved whoever responded to her into the search. Bianca went south. There would be nothing left in the ice.

It was late in the Andes. The tourists had left and the ancient Inca city of Machu Picchu was now empty, completely quiet, sleeping in the darkness. Bianca stood there, in silence too, contemplative, as if paying the owe respect to the ruins and its marvellous mysteries. Far away she could see the distant lights of the city. The wind blew sharp and frisky. The good cold wind. It always reminded her of Marius. It had been centuries since she had last seen her maker...

She heard it then, a sound that startled her. After all these years, unmistakable. The low throbbing of an ancient heart. Not just any ancient’s heart. She turned around, searching the darkness. Her own heart beat loudly in her ears and her voice clogged her throat, the words too big to pass through. Father. King.

@thepharaoh-enkil

[rachel-primaluce]

Read writing from Rachel Clifton on Medium. . Every day, Rachel Clifton and thousands of other voices read, write, and share important stories on Medium.

Hello beautiful people. 

I’m a real person, too.

I still write and I’m very much alive and I’d love to share this with you. 

[wild-as-elle]

WALLS: X

encircled by the shallow wall of rainbow molded resin:

i’ve got your chalk on my hands. you seem so open laying there on your back. a glimmer of sunrise in your eyes; that look of home.

let’s play a game: traverse across the wall in opposite directions & switch. i’ll try my best to barely touch you. arm’s length away, remember?

i like it when we both win.

chalk dusts your clothes. calculate the impending movements en route to the ceiling, laying on our backs looking up at the grey fluorescent ceiling --

          “so, what have you been up to?”

what -- besides trying to forget you? arm’s length away, remember? “i mostly ride my bike.” let’s try something different. i observe your beta:

flexion. push and pull. tap and extend lovely poised toes.

when i stare down the final charge, you stretch out steady hands and tell me to go for it. still an arm’s length away, remember?

we each fall about four times before a victorious mantel over the roof.