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"That really isn't my problem."

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drippingredledgers flameplantsandmoreohmy thewindriderororomunroe drxgrey avengeresque murderesque
"That really isn't my problem."
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how did you find me? put an icon in my ask!
☀ — from the sidebar’s ‘recommended’ blogs
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NO WAY
I was on one of those
thats awesomesauce
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dripping-red-ledger is on file
Maria sometimes wondered why people used the phrase 'dripping red' to denote ledgers or books or something supposedly written in blood. Metaphorical or not.
Because the practical side of her, that had experience, knew that writing in blood in fine lines is difficult, and dried brownish due to oxidation. It was not at all a desirable medium.
Sometimes metaphor is lost on the too-practical.
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42:Dragon!AU
Liberty had been moody all day, edgy and overalert. Steve had checked her all over for injuries, made sure she'd eaten enough, that she was clean- and she was still fussy, eyes on the sky warily. He himself was fairly content. For the last few months, there hadn't been so much as a skirmish. Common thieves and kings alike seemed to fear the dragon and rider, knowing that neither would hesitate to do the right thing. Liberty stood suddenly, growling. Steve ran a hand over the blue scales to soothe her, squinting up at a shape on the horizon as something drew closer.
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Send me “&” for my muse’s reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.
Clint flinched lightly as her finger traced over the scar on the back of his head. it didn’t hurt - not more. It just brought back a few painful memories.
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"I did drunk science."
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✄ for hateful kiss — gonna make you feel the scorn okay?!
Gwen didn't like any of it, one bit. She had no attraction to the same sex whatsoever. Yet there she was. Trapped in this very lip tight kiss with another woman. Everything felt hot and irritating, if her kissing partner was liking it Gwen wasn't sure. It was all unpleasant. There wasn't one spec of pleasure, just hate. The blonde had enough, pushing herself away from the redhead.
Imagine: Buckynat
Natalia Romanova cocked her gun, as her and Bucky Barnes were about to close in on some Hydra agents... Their mission. "You ready?" She whispered over to Bucky aka The Winter Soldier. He smirked. "As ready as I'll ever be." She smiled at him. This was the third mission she and Bucky had gone on since they'd fallen in love. Yes, two expertly trained assassins fell in love. She smirked, kissing him lightly on the lips before training her eyes back on the target. "One... Two... Now!" Bucky yelled into his earpiece, beginning to shoot at the agents, covering Natalia. She attacked three of the agents with martial arts, a few more by electrocuting them. The agents were dropping like flies, Natalia's heart swelling with pride. Then... Things went wrong. It all moved in slow motion as an agent slipped past her; shooting straight at Bucky. She watched as the bullet raced towards him, implanting itself in his chest, blood pouring out immediately. She watched as he looked into her eyes, his blue orbs swimming with pain and loss. She watched, as the strong love of her life, fell to the ground. She screamed in fury, taking down the rest of the agents with renewed vengeance. She made sure twice there were no survivors. She ran over to Bucky, her face bruised and scraped. She leaned over his limp body; tears beginning to form in her eyes. She blinked them back. "Soldier!" She said firmly, smacking him in the face as he began to doze off. "You're going to stay awake soldier." She said sternly, applying firm pressure to his gushing wound. "I'm-I'm going to-to go N-n-at." He said, his voice quiet and weary; it was difficult for him to talk because of the blood bubbling up in his throat. His own body drowning him. "Not an option." She said, looking him in the eye. "I-I'm s-s-sorry." He muttered, beginning to cough up blood. At this point, Natalia broke down. She had seen too many of her comrades and lovers die this way. She wanted anything but to add to that count. "No, Bucky, you have to stay with me." She said frantically, tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. "You're all I have." She whispered, letting out a strangled sob. "L-let peo-p-ple in Na-t-t." He muttered, pointing towards her heart. She shook her head. "Come on Bucky." She frantically looked around for any sign of Shield. "I love you Nat." She heard him whisper. She looked over as he shut his eyes, his body relaxing. "'Bucky!" She screamed, smacking him in the face again; the blood from his wound transferring to his face via her hand. "No no no no." She said frantically, as Shield agents showed up. She stretched her neck towards the sky and let out a strained scream. A scream of pain, a scream of loss, a scream of love.