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[zzapzzaptasers-a]

asecretagentleman replied to your post: I really wanna make a blog for Janet from The Good...

// of course there is a need for a Janet we all need a Janet

I kiiiinda already have an MCU verse in mind for her, too!

[strangcrdoctor]

Most of the time, Stephen didn’t dare to give any demonic entity’s birthday any credence. The only things they tended to accomplish for sorcerers was to inveigle, eschew, and obfuscate, and not just because of the animosity demonic entities and skewed gods tended to have toward both the humans that observed their birthdays and the birthdays themselves. However, given it was purportedly the day of Loki’s birth in the original eddas, Stephen was understandably a bit superstitious of bad luck or general mischief and misfortune, even more so than he usually was which was quite a feat given he’d grown into being a fluent paranoiac in his new line of work.

Still, it hadn’t occurred to him to suspect his most recent benign intellectual guest of creepy demi-god inveigled nonsense up until the point when he’d gotten more than just a good look at his most recent guest. At first nothing seemed amiss. HIs auras were clear - his intentions matching those described in the polite email that had been forward to him as the curator of the Sanctum’s vast collections. He’d even gone to the trouble of finding the volumes and keeping them in the study in preparation for what he’d assumed to be an otherwise pedestrian visit.

Assumed, of course, wrongly. Now that he had a chance to catch the ring the other man was wearing, which was one of the only rings short of the Ring of Power that could make him doubt another human so immediately.

Nonetheless he coughed awkwardly under his breath, having realized perhaps too little too late to prevent tragedy since he’d already invited the other into the Sanctum under the auspices of friendly collaboration. Without, of course, having noticed the ring the other bore as one having been gifted to and blessed by those who believed in the cultish following of Loki in Norse mythology.

Still. The pure of heart didn’t often intend to wear such torrid artifacts, and Stephen had to resist and admit that he couldn’t immediately jump to conclusions. Instead, he had to keep his wits about him, and exercise all those social skills he was fairly certain he’d forgotten since he used them last. Or in the least had grown very dusty since their last usage. “Before we begin with those texts you’re researching,” he started, hoping desperately that it wasn’t too abrupt of a change of topics and that he wasn’t left looking like an overly-involved high schooler, “I do have to ask, where did you get that magical ring of yours?” He offered what he hoped to be a kind smile rather than a grimace. “Only, it does seem to have a lot of power within it, and it’s not the usual artifact that walks in the door.”

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[shielddeputydirector]

First his eyes went wide with surprise then his smile went wild with delight.

“My Lady ! I would say I that I was getting worried” he held out his hand and prepared himself to bow to kiss her hand “if I could get worried for your opponents.”

She smiled at Jean, genuinely pleased to see him. “You should be worried about them; they aren’t doing so hot right now.” She held her hand out to take his, because she hadn’t seen him in over a year and he deserved some slack. “I am glad to see you well.”

[resurrectionmary]

Morning Needs

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Mary was on a mission, and that mission was coffee because it was way too early for her to be awake without at least one cup in her.

Such was her hurry, she didn’t quite manage to sidestep the person ahead of her, bumping into his arm and foot as she moved.

“Sorry,” she offered, turning and holding up her cup as a way of explanation.

“I’m not me before coffee.”

[fromthedeskofdeadpool]

asecretagentleman replied to your post: “Deadpoolvanians,”:

at first I've read Transilvanian instead of Trans-inclusive. Both are good.

I also support Transylvanians. 

[my-name-is-not-agent]

“Can you hear me?”

“I…” Phil shook his head, rubbing at his temple.  He was sure, a moment ago, he’d heard an explosion.  That was not unusual in his line of work, he’d grown rather to like them, but a recent mission may have left him more rattled than he realised, old PTSD throwing him back to a foxhole in Korea.  Korea, where he’d nearly died, and would have if it weren’t for the MASH unit he’d been evacced to.

But this wasn’t Korea.  This was the helicarrier, and the explosion had been someone dropping a piece of equipment.  Phil was having trouble reminding himself of that, his heart racing as he blinked back images of so long ago to look up and see the specialist who’d crouched beside him in concern.

“Yes.  Yes, I can here you.  My apologies, Specialist.”

[theclankoenig]

“So I leave the base for a few short months and half the team becomes super heroes. Why does no one text me when this stuff goes down?”

[zzapzzaptasers-a]

May I be so bold as to ask for one?

FIRST FIVE ASKS GET A KISS [3/5]

And Jean’s kisses taste like an almost, like a could be, as Darcy straddles him where he sits, the debriefing in the other room underway and shit they both need to be there but they both need this, too.Just friends. Just friends, but maybe a little more. Not too much, but just enough.

Darcy can’t remember the last time she saw him, the last time he was more than text on a screen and normally her greetings are more tame, less indulgent, but his skin is warm through the fabric of his suit pants and her jeans and she’s just...

Just so glad to see him.Alive.

Not dead.

She pulls back from him with a laugh, lifts a finger to wipe away the messy remnants of her plum-colored lipstick (and, yes, it was intentional for him, for his cute little nickname he bestowed unto her like all of his female associates) from his lips and pat his cheek affectionately.

“Don’t you have a meeting to be in?”