#kneeltogloriouspurpose

[kisleth]

Asdfghjjkl you love Govthooker as much as I do? That is literally one of the only threads I've replied to while I'm on vacation, cuz all I have is my phone.

Not to be in a competition, but probably more than you do ;) I met her last year and we roomed together at Anime Boston. We became each other's canon pairing shortly after we started our blogs, even. I just... I had to retire Clint, unfortunately. I haven't been able to RP for a while. I was MarksmanBarton

[imnotafanofbeingpoked]

(This one ought to be funny; also possibly canon, we never know.) "I shall smack you back to life!)

"Touch me and this time, I will drop you with the Destroyer gun."

[kisleth]

kneeltogloriouspurpose reblogged your post:kneeltogloriuspurpose is now following you

Haha. Hi! (I’m actually the person who asked about the betas. Different blog. But I love your stuff, mhmm.)

I don't mind you following me with all your blogs ;D I've seen you RPing with my darling, GovtHookerCoulson. I played her canon Clint Barton :D

Also, yes, hello! (And thank you so much for loving my stuff!)

[imnotafanofbeingpoked]

Skulls by Bastille

I'll be buried here with youAnd I'll hold in these hands all that remains

In his dream, he is dying. Hands clawing at his mouth, his bones, the flesh of his legs and nails strip the skin from his toes. He cannot breathe - the stench of death and decay fills him up and he does not remember how to work his lungs. A scream locks in his throat -- a man in green stands on his chest, laughing, a brilliant blue light shining down upon him, illuminating the blood flowing down his hands, his chest, seeping into Phil's stomach, choking and soaking. 

There is nothing. Nothing. Just death and skulls and a consuming slavery to the man on his chest. 

[evelynphoenix-blog]

00:00:00

In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours. 

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Evelyn Phoenix was in excellent shape, yet her sprint seemed to be lacking. Running so fast for so long was pulling at her hamstrings. The alleyway was not infinite, however, and a wall stood not too far before her. A dead end. Fantastic.

With a pistol in either hand, she’d eventually skid to a stop just before the wall, turning about face to reign fire upon the enemy. This alien race was like none Earth had encountered before. If the Chitauri were formidable, these guys were divine. There was no mother ship to detonate, no leader to abduct. They were a barbaric, savage, war-loving species.

But they sure as hell weren’t bulletproof.

"Fuck yourselves!" yelped the agent in a show of celebration. She was about to let a fist pump loose when another person tackled her to the ground. Only once her world had stopped spinning did she realize who’d been responsible for the assault.

"Loki?" Evelyn’s voice hardly ever went high-pitched, but it definitely did at the mention of his name. "The hell were you—?"

"Look!" He exclaimed, jerking her to gaze in the direction of where she once stood. The wall that had been just feet behind her was now rendered to ash. "If you truly wish to be vaporized, I’ll leave you to it next time.”

"Thank you," breathed the agent in response. Only now was she finally aware of how desperately her lungs needed oxygen. "I owe ya one."

"This army shan’t fall back from gunfire alone. Your people have to have more than— this!” He’d picked up one of her pistols at that last word, examining it in disgust.

"We’ve got a scant amount of superheroes, and I’m pretty sure half of them are dead." Evelyn attempted to swallow her sadness, though there was no mistaking the pain in her eyes. She’d lost a few good friends oh too recently.

The duo had been so wrapped up that they had nearly forgotten how momentous this day was to be for the both of them. Neither knew their clocks were in sync, but they both remembered in the back of their minds that today held Zero Hour.

"Christ," muttered the redhead, eyes coming down to glance at her wrist. "I’m about to hit zero." Her head leaned back against some rubble, smoke and sirens all around them. "Mother Nature, your timing is so shitty. Like, you don’t even know.”

Evelyn’s comment had prompted Loki to check his own wrist. Lips parted as a quiet gasp escaped him. Curious eyes slowly went from his clock to the beaten and bruised agent before him. The look on his face was certainly a rare one; genuine surprise.

"You okay?" Evelyn suddenly sat up, concerned by his expression. "I have a med-kit on me if you’re hurt, and—"

She’d reached for him but when he looked to his wrist once more, so did she. The two watched their clocks reach zero at the same time, staring down at their wrists for longer than necessary before they finally met each other’s eyes again.

"Are we…?" 

"I believe so…"

Eyelids growing heavy, they began to lean in for a kiss — something ceremonious to honor the impossible feat that had just happened. As far as they knew, they were the first from two separate realms to be assigned as soulmates. The moment did have a level of grace to it, but the explosion from half a block down ruined it as quick as it came.

"For fuck’s sake!" exclaimed the agent in anger. She was glaring in the direction of yet another battle. "Can you all pause this war for five goddamn seconds? I’m trying to be sentimental, here!” Turning back to Loki, she held one finger up in a show of protest. “And that doesn’t happen often, so don’t you even think of getting used to—”

Of course he’d shut her up with a kiss. 

[snarkyai]

kneeltogloriouspurpose replied to your post “//I keep seeing everyone spell it “hoe” and not HoE and my first...”

A 'how's is a gardening tool. A 'ho' is a Hooker, or whore. Xp

// Well it's the thought that counts~

Or what your brain thinks first I suppose

[evelynphoenix-blog]

kneeltogloriouspurpose said: What even. Your face. *flailing* WE ARE WORMS. WORTHLESS WORMS. *grovels like Pain and Panic*

// STOP IT RIGHT THERE. xD You are precious. That's the most amusing compliment I think I've ever received. Though you are most certainly not a worm! Leave that nonsense for Pain and Panic. ❤

[evelynphoenix-blog]

Shadows of Ourselves || Loki & Evelyn

Too many of these leads had been false as of late. Either H.Y.D.R.A. was trying to distract S.H.I.E.L.D. in the worst ways imaginable, or some third party was getting a kick out of pranking the organization. Either way, she'd ended up at the headquarters of some financial consulting group because of this intel. There was little enthusiasm for the mission as she exited her Range Rover, making her way past security and into the building's elevator. Everything about this screamed 'this is a monumental waste of time!' and yet here she was, seeing it through.

Once she'd reached the designated floor, eyes scanned about for the office number of the employee who'd overseen the 'suspicious' account. Only when she entered, the word suspicious finally seemed fitting. Lips parted and eyes widened as she drew in a sharp breath. It was him?

"You're fucking kidding me!" Scowling, the agent dropped her briefcase, letting it crash harshly on the floor. "You're in league with .H.Y.D.R.A.? Christ, y'know, I shouldn't be upset but--" Classic frustrated Evelyn. Ranting wasn't going to get her anywhere. For the first time since she'd received these files, she thought there could be truth to the intel. "You probably don't even remember who I am, but I sure as shit remember you." One finger pointed at Loki in accusation.