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[cardshcrp]

*throws pietro in here for a smooch*

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PIETRO MAXIMOFF.

           Pietro was really indignant about something or other, and it was justified, maybe, probably. It was kind of a toss-up. Either way, Remy wasn’t paying attention, and it’d be obvious soon, since things seemed to be heading into the questionnaire portion of the complaints, and yeah, no thanks. 

Cradling the speedster’s face between his fingertips, he drags him into a kiss, slow and lazy and probably excruciating for Pietro but enough to distract him given the way Remy tugs at his lip with his teeth, teasing and full of sneaky promise. 

“ - Shut up and kiss me.”

[xtrainee]

Tonight’s Mood: crying about Wade Wilson and being called out by @collectiiive

[sapphirescales]

"Am I ever on your mind?" (Kurt)

    “ —— once.” more than once. a hundred times over and a hundred times again. his little hands, his little feet. the curl of his tail around her wrist, minutes after birth. her heart in her throat. a hundred times over and a hundred times again.

she knows what she is. who she is. she shouldn’t have answered but he had pulled the answer from her like pulling ships from an oceanbed. so, her face is blank, all detached amusement, “a passing thought – i wondered if you died.”

↳    @collectiiive    /    evans blue.    ━    not accepting.

[amusicas]

collectiiive replied to your post: “I’ve got good news and bad news. The good news:...

Samael starts to fall only to be caught by by the demon, eyes unfocused. “I had to pay a visit to the Grigori, they’re not exactly fond of me.” He murmurs, breathing heavily. “…I’ll be okay, I can’t die…”

“Those complete imbeciles--?” Amduscias blinked down at Samael before he decided to help him to the couch. That seemed more comfortable than bleeding on your feet. “Oh, my love...” He tutted and kissed Samael’s hair. Then he turned to snarl through clenched fangs and with a certain amount of vicious delight: “This time I will kill Azazel for sure.” 

[secondcommxnd]

@collectiiive

“I told the guardian angels you were here but I guess they just can’t seem to do anything right.”

[patervenandi]

Why do you hate demons so much? Is it because they're a constant reminder of how badly you let down both your wives?

That stung…He stood up and walked over to the table, leaned on it. “Demons aren’t supposed to exist, see? They were human.They were human beings, human souls. Some archangel brat decided it would be fun to fuck with us even more. So Lucifer in his ‘infinite wisdom’, and I say that loosely, decided to break God’s creations and morph it into a shadow of it’s formal self.”Fingers curled into the table, the wood threatened to splinter under his grip as he kept speaking. His tone gradually raised as his arm shook from the rage.“If you’ve never seen a soul, they’re beautiful. It’s who somebody truly is, in all  their colors and shapes. It’s what’s meant to go on and live in Heaven, in the last Paradise we have left.” “So Lucifer went, got his petty panties in a twist, and broke it, broke her. He turned my wife into a monster. She didn’t deserve that. She didn’t deserve any of this!”  She deserved better. Adam smacked his palm down, toppling the furniture with a heavy thud. He spun away from the sight of it and the gray face. Hands pressed to his face to put pressure on his eyes as his arms shook. “So yeah, I hate what they are, I hate that fucking fallen bastard, I hate that they remind me of the woman I lost. I hate that the demons and monsters all have come from the ones that once brought me happiness,” he turned and looked at the creature again. “I hate how the first demons were my children. I hate to see the shattered reflection of themselves, because I know what their souls looked like before…” “They’re an insult to God. They’re an insult to the memory of the ones I love.”

[yggdrcsil]

@collectiiive

"Módi!"

At his age, one would think that the boy would have learned to stay out from underfoot while work was being done, especially with the heat from the forge and the continual metallic ringing of the hammer. The ringing, however, stopped as soon as she spotted him, and to hell with the horseshoes—they were a gift for Gullfaxi, after all, and she was in no rush to forge them, considering she didn't have to fit them—Járnsaxa dropped the hammer and the barely-worked ingot, and ran for her son before he could get too near the hearth.

"C'mere, you," she said, only fussing a bit with him as she swept the boy up in her arms. She was dirty and her arms were coal-black by now from working all day, but that was normal. Saxa pressed a noisy kiss to his cheek. "Whatcha doin'? Ain't I told you enough times to keep well away when Mama's at the forge'?"

[xtrainee]

Since I’m posting some of Deadpool’s art, I need to share an illustration of one of the greatest RP moments I’ve ever had. @collectiiive​