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[badmusesarch]

@hadnothing​ wanted something GAYYYYYYY (Christian & Valentin) 

🏳‍🌈 -- “So I hear you’re a poet?” Christian said to the dark haired man, sipping a glass of champagne. This party was one of the first that Christian attended since being freed, and he was a little out of his depth. “I used to play piano...” he added, figuring that having a common background in art could be a good conversation opener. 

[forourghosts]

promised starter for @hadnothing​ because pto!!!!

blue eyes watch the moving bodies across the grass below, watching the flurry of colors of their clothes. the ones with their heads tipped back in laughter. she’s been watching them for so many years now, it’s become ingrained in her. melanie bird and her nest of mutant baby birds! the joke’s been floating around here almost as long as Summerland’s been open to them all. more often than not, they do become like her children, all of them as she gets to know them over years. they are her purpose, her legacy.

she hears the knock on the open door’s frame and then her eyes shift in the glass of the window to focus on the reflection of the man behind her, her lips curve into a little smile. sighing, she turns to face him, ptonomy. he’s become so much more than a prodigy, he’s part of the process now with memory work. indispensable. “hello,” she says softly, tilting her head ever so slightly in curiosity. “is everything all right?”

[legionfx]

David, Ptonomy, and milk in Legion: Chapter 2.

requested by @hadnothing.

[hittcr-a]

@hadnothing

          eliot had been sat on the couch for so long he’d basically merged with the cushions. he’d nearly finished his current book, five hours after starting it. he blinked as the room was suddenly not empty anymore. “are we doing something? should i get up?” truth be told, eliot was perfectly content to remain where he was, seated, and reading. maybe he was just getting too comfortable being lazy. at least that’s sort of what it’d been feeling like.

[magisborn]

What I love about my big cousin, Zee.

She’s funny, sweet, and gorgeous--I mean look at us Zataras. We’re the full package. We got lucky.

Any man would be lucky to be with her!

Side note her choice in men are trash but that’s ok once I convince her to hook up with Bruce Wayne she’ll be set for life.

She’s the greatest and most entertaining magician there is ( besides me ofc ) and she’s so powerful--I’m proud to admit I look up to her.

She’s the best friend a guy like me could ever hope for and an even better cousin.

[occultsleutha]

@hadnothing / con’t.

“----but maybe we can get away with it,” John says, reaching up to take her hands in his own - and for a moment it’s like they’re young again, able and willing to being whisked away on some adventure that’ll outlive them. He’s got that crisp grin with the fresh breath caught between his teeth, the one that makes his chest swell with anticipation, with vigor, with that persuasive energy that could make anyone believe anything. 

He’s thought about this; the magic, the universe, the... everything. It’s selfish to even crawl back all these years for another go, but, sod it - why not? Why should this be the one thing that John Constantine gives up on?

“Come with me, Zee.” He kisses her forehead, eyes soft, eyes bright. He loves her - that’s never changed.

“Come, luv, an’ we’ll never ‘ave to worry again.”

[touchofdeath-a]

continued / x

     Ah hell nah. This was supposed to be her off-day, one where she could relax and just pamper herself; have a pleasant day with friends. And yet here she was, with some sort of metal scrap that wanted to disturb her peace and quiet. As Bella Donna spoke, she glanced over her shoulder to look at her for a moment. She seemed ready, prepared for the worst despite this not being her business at all. It was something she could respect.

     ❛ Nah, hon. Jobs pay... but somethin’ like that. ❜  It sure did feel like a day-job more than anything with all the work she put into it. ❛ Help me clear the perimeter. If this junk bag keeps goin’ like this, people might get hurt, ❜  she instructed. Starting to fly above ground, she gathered her strength as she looked at the metal scrap. ❛ Go! Ah’ll distract him. ❜

     It was better that she wasn’t tired out when the battle was to reach an end. Rogue may have the brawn and durability, but at the end of the day, Bella Donna was the better fighter; more tactical, cunning, than she. She needed her prepared.

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[itsybitsyparker]

There was a knock on the door, a continuing frantic knock that forced Peter out of his bed, throwing the door open to find San. One of the villains in his rogue’s gallery, one of the more annoyingly strong ones. San was the sort of villain that would send Peter home with several snapped ribs and internal bleeding, but here he was. Standing on his doorstep. Peter would be frightened if San didn’t look so....

Well. 

His hair, usually perfectly maintained was matted and covered in debris, there was blood trickling down his forehead from a cut near his hairline and his shirt was torn open. Several deep looking gashes in his chest looked like they needed stitches. His eyes had a glassy quality to them that Peter knew far too well. He’d been drugged.

“I didn’t know where else to go.” He’d said. 

“What happened?” Peter demanded, moving to help him inside, to get him to the bathroom, to try and stitch up whatever he could. “Who the hell did this to you?”

Who the hell could?

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