#congregaticn

[mendinggashes-old]

falling for exteriors, as appealing as they might be, I know I’m afraid

[liigamentum]

Starter | Muse: T’Challa | Verse: A different life

T’Challa had been through many battles, many wars, and more were soon to come, he would wager. It was a strange feeling to have ruled for such a short period of time, and experience so much. It made him wonder, from time to time, if his father had ever dealt with something like that. And he expected beings from another world were completely out of consideration from a man like his father...

In this moment, he held the mantle of both King and Black Panther. It was a heaviness that hung over his shoulders, but he would not relinquish either, until he felt it was time to do so...

Luckily, he had his dear sister to help out with any and everything that was needed to protect their lands, and this world. He was currently sitting on his throne, waiting for the last meetings of the day to begin, and was dreading such conversations to have. Most of them were boring, but necessary to ensure that they were all in agreement to continue to help the rest of the world with their powers. Even that was riddled with issues... Too many want our resources. He was tired of it, but would persist with trying to keep the peace.

| @congregaticn​ |

[celestialdetected-moved]

Arawn wasn't a proud man, he could admit when he needed help. And he'd needed help, badly, for the past thirteen years. He'd learned some control of his gifts through trial, error and blind stubborness alone, but that wasn't enough. It couldn't be enough. He had to learn what this magic was and why he had it.

The list of people he could ask was short, and the list of people who'd answer was shorter. But, he had to try. It was difficult to find someone who didn't want to be found, and well, after Westview...But working for SHIELD had to come with some advantages and after a very exhausting couple of weeks Arawn was knocking on a deceptively simple looking door.

"Ms. Maximoff?" he tried. "I, my name's Arawn Howell. I could use your help?"

@congregaticn

[sonorusgloom]

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The Beast tilts his head up towards the trees as his head angles towards the side. The cold months has pasted and so the branches are starting to show leaves. Not enough to cover the branches but just enough that it would not look naked.

 Unblinking eyes peer up into the branches that cover the sky hearing something rustling the leaves. Could be frog that climbed its way up or could be a bird that founds its way into the branches. All thoughts of possible animals are put aside as his head straightens at hearing them snap and break. 

Someone has decided to quite literally drop by.

[eternitae]

@congregaticn ❤’d

❛ I couldn’t choose! I have bandages for mummy, fangs and fake blood for vampire... and well more stuff. What are you going as Alice? ❜ David beams holding all the props for the costumes in his hands, there is no room for anything.

[newromanticsmuses]

@congregaticn​ asked: ❝  i get bored staying in one place for too long.  ❞ ( alice to dream (bc i think it would be chaotically funny))

Dream spent millennia in his realm, just ruling with quiet contentment over the dreams of humanity. He rarely met them in this strange plane of existence. “Yes--your dreams have shown me you tend towards the fantastic. I believe that’s what has drawn me to watch. I have so many to choose from, but yours are--unique,” he admitted. 

Whether based on experience or pure fancy, he did not know. He only understood that her brain operated on the level of his realm no matter her status. “Do you feel as though you’re always asleep?”

[noetic-noesis-noein]

@congregaticn​ sent:  “ i have a plan and i need you to go along with it. ” ( from alison! )

   “Ope-” Damn their last stop in the Midwest, she really couldn’t stop saying that funny little word. The green room for Alison’s latest event was anything but green- more of a glitter/sparkled nightmare, but nothing that couldn’t be handled. One of her jumpsuits had several popped seams and Arden was doing her best to try to keep up on everything. Behind closed doors, she used her powers for everything, hardly even keeping her feet on the ground. Seeing the door slam right open, everything dropped, even herself out of the air as she was trying to fix the neckline of opalescent beads. Catching everything while falling onto the plush red couch, a finger pushed up fake glasses.

   “Hi Arden, don’t mind me knocking Arden, I’ll just bust right on through Arden,” she sighed, rolling her eyes, floating back off the couch. Being the younger sister meant actively being a pain. “Okay, so what kind of plan are we talking about? Ditching the paparazzi, ditching a boyfriend, or ditching the cops? Hopefully not the cops, I would rather not do jail time. I’m too pretty for jail.”

[mcsaiccfmusesa]

@congregaticn​ asked:  Sloshed. (for Jean from Wanda)

“Ohhhh, but don’t you think Scott can be cute when he’s not bossing us all around?” She hummed, leaning into Wanda’s shoulder. “I mean--not like... as cute as your brother but--” Her mouth fell open and she looked away, wanting desperately not to show her friend just how red her cheeks were. Shit--she tried so hard to keep that crush hidden.