#intombed

[sxrgeantbarnes]

@intombed | starter call ft. Alpine

When he opens his door to see the woman standing there, he assumes she’s a unknown neighbor. There was no knock, and the hallways of his apartment building are always much too busy with families of all ages running up and down stairs to assume someone standing by his door is looking for him. Really, he’d think anyone seeking him out would try to be a lot more stealthy, considering he can’t imagine any desire to contact him is one of good intentions. “Do you need something…” The end of his sentence trails off as he stares at her, recognition pulling at his gut though he can’t quite place her. Not at first. Not for several seconds, until—

Alpine squirms under his arm, mewing unhappily at the way his grip involuntarily tightens. The bell on her harness breaks him out of his uneasy surprise. His past never really stays in the past, always creeps up on him— not that he deserves anything less. “I don’t want any issues—” He stops himself before saying her name, he doesn’t have that right. His other arm reaches up to secure Alpine’s wriggling body, taking steps with her towards the front door of the building, “If you can, try to keep my cat out of this, she’s innocent. Most of the time. Some of the time.”

[ascendgravity-archived]

"you are very violent," the widow smirked as she watched the wolverine hack her way through the wave of bad guys charging them. honestly, laura could do all the work and nat could watch with a bowl of popcorn.

"remind me not to get on your bad side." @intombed

[flighttruth-archived]

"first of all," sam pointed out. "i'm offended you think i'd think you're dumb. second of all, you are the one who trigger the AIM trap we both saw from a mile away. even redwing knew to avoid it." as if hearing her name, redwing squawked from the air. sam's lips curled into a subtle smirk.

"now, are you done with your hissy fit? can we continue on with the mission?"

@intombed sent in : "How dumb do you think I am?" / from Jessica Jonessssssss

[hopebore]

@intombed: "i have an admittedly insane idea." from wifey bc ✨why not✨ | accepting

"I'll take any we can get." No risk was greater than letting a Sith hunter escape into the Core Worlds to bring about more death and despair. Each time Luke was taking another step closer, the hunter was already three steps ahead. Perhaps he'd been too preoccupied in doing everything on his own, that he'd forgotten to ask for help or inquired another set of eyes to see the gaps in his strategy—no doubt there were many obvious ones. "What do we do?" he asked, Mara's presence calming the faint worry in his tone.

[farforvdova]

(   memories feel like weapons.   )        she jumped from slumber,  shaking and sweaty.  a nightmare that had been sneaking into her sleep far more often lately. . .  a series of traumatizing moments where she’s strapped down,  blank stared,  &  tortured.  it felt too real.  she was called by a name she could had never heard.  every morning she told herself the same things  :   it’s just a dream.  you are not anya. you are not blonde.  your name is anna.   -    what a strange ritual to have.  

she shakes it all away and reaches over to the empty side of the bed.  eyes open and she realizes her partner in crime was missing.  she always found herself waking alone.  david worked so hard . . . but one day she would like to wake wrapped around him skin to skin.  

quickly,  with the hope he had not yet escaped out the door,   anna jumps to her feet and wraps herself in a short black satin and lace robe.  she moved quietly  -  something she was good at was cat like reflexes.  she didn’t know where they came from,  but it made moments like this easier. 

anna comes down the stairs,  avoiding the creaks and sneaks into the kitchen as david hovers with the coffee pot in his hand.  she stops for a moment,  noticing his coffee mess.  a brow quirks but she doesn’t question it.  instead, anna comes up behind him and snakes her arms between his arms and torso.  long,  slender fingers stretch out over his chest as she presses her lips into the back of his neck,  struggling on her tiptoes.  when she speaks,  she wonders if he can hear the smile on her lips.  

“ stay with me. ”    anna knows he will deny the request,  but it didn’t hurt to ask.  lips move to get as close to his ear as possible . . .  “ tell them you’re sick. ” ( @intombed )

[firelightfables-arc]

❝ i’ve seen the look on a man’s face when he realises he’s going to die. ❞

angela is willing to listen, go on, @intombed​ (loki)

A brow raised under gold helm, an uncertain, tentative curl her lips. The prince of lies, he may be, but even Angela can sense the undercurrent of truth that came with such a statement. Though what he means of it...well, it is hard to tell. “I would not think this is the first time, brother. Don’t tell me it’s made you reconsider your ways.”

[mortiferum]

@intombed

[unwedead]

@intombed (danil) said:  “ you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly. ”

     “  — lepidopterophobia, ”  she says (and correctly too, she’s looked this one up), turning from where she was refilling the coffee pot behind the counter to face the man on the other side.  “ some people are afraid of butterflies. ”  it’s said very matter-of-factly, like a warning that even the least intimidating creature had those who feared it.  there’s a small shrug of her shoulder as she pours the coffee into a half empty mug in front of him, eyes settling on the half-eaten food on his plate.

“ looks can be deceiving. ”  her back is turned to him once more to place the coffee pot back where it goes and she leans back against the counter as she faces him again.  “ or don’t judge a book by its cover...whatever proverb you wanna go with i guess.  people might say the same thing about you, after all... ”