#lightningcoursed

[oracuelum]

@lightningcoursed​ // Thor

The roar of the crowd echoed through the stone walls of the underground cells, as routine as clockwork before every fight. She had grown accustomed to it and though it repulsed her to her core, after all this time, she got a twisted thrill from it. There was nothing else she had on this godforsaken planet, in the arena, it was killed or be killed and there was no room for compassion. Compassion in her had died long ago, drowned in the blood of all opponents she had slaughtered. 

A great iron door separated her from the battlefield, the ground beneath her rumbled with the rhythm of thunderous applause. The voice of the grandmaster echoed through and the crowd cheered louder with every word he spoke. It sickened her how their zombified brains clung to the euphoria the mere sound of his voice would give. Like slaved without shackles they obeyed him, there was not another being whose death would give her more satisfaction than his. Often, in the midst of battle, she would imagine it was his throat that she was cutting. 

A new contender was announced, Aleina did not pay attention enough to catch his name --- A name did not matter, they would not live long enough for it to matter. Sometimes she would look at her reflection, the stoic face staring back at her would falter and she would weep at what she had become. Those moments grew fewer and further between with every passing day. 

‘And now, the moment you’ve all waited for! Here again, our angel of death!’

Mechanisms turned, the sound of metal on metal clashing together brought the door before her to rise slowly and she stepped out of the darkness. The light ignited the paleness of her skin and she almost glistened. 

She carried no weapons, no shield, with armour that was there as much to emphasis her form as it was to protect. The opponent, she did not look at them at first, as she wandered to the centre of their battlefield she gave no passing glance toward them. A continued cheer came from the crowd, they roared and spat their lust for the impending violence, only when the grandmaster spoke again did they fall silent --- Only then did she turn to face her opposition. Her face empty and her eyes emotionless. 

[whosxafraid]

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❝ Thor... ?? Thor... !? Brother... are you there ?? — hic — Answer me !! ... Please... ? ❞ A long, heavy pause followed, the only sound down the line was the hum of generic background noise coupled with the trickster’s muffled breathing being picked up by the microphone. He was waiting for the thunderer to pick up...

A sudden clattering broke the silence as the phone was tossed onto a nearby spare surface. Footsteps were audible as Loki clumsily got up from his seat, followed by the clinking of wine bottles, the pop of a cork, and a faint glugging as the liquid left the bottle and into... whatever receptacle the trickster was currently using. A good minute or so passed, all the while the call was still ongoing... Taking a long drink, Loki topped up his glass once again, before the sound of shuffling indicated that he was returning to the phone.

❝ ‘m sorry... ❞ He slurred. 

...

❝ ...I actually do care... you know ? ❞ 

...

❝ ...You’re the only family I have left... I— We’re— ❞ The trickster’s voice wavered slightly, swallowing his words as tears threatened to fall.  ❝ ...Just let me know that you’re okay ?? ❞

❝ ...PLEASE... ❞ Again... there was a long silence. He was hoping, praying for the thunderer to pick up. After waiting what felt like far too long, Loki let out a heavy sigh. There was a beep as the message ends.

[rr-89p13]

@lightningcoursed​ liked for a starter!

“It’s almost amazin’ to me how...open you can be about everythin’. Y’know what I mean? Don’t it ever get exhaustin’ tryin’ to keep your head up after bein’ let down so much?”

[oracuelum]

@lightningcoursed​ Her lipstick stains like acid rain Dissolving away my sense of restraint The street lamps burn through the cloak of the fog Concealing the violence, I've been stung by the wasp

[oracuelum]

@lightningcoursed​

There’s a pulse about the night air, a twitch of electricity that bodes on the exciting. The lights inside are dim, bathing everything and everyone in crimson hues. Concealing them within its shadows.

It was going to be a good night, sparked flowed and she thrived on the charge. On stage she threw inhibition away and came alive, between the hustle and the pandering chatter dancing was what she lived for. 

The club had only been open a few hours when they arrived, clad from head to toe in ebony leather they wore the sigil of their brotherhood on their backs with pride --- The Sons of Odin. Reputations go far in this down and theirs was vast, granted them a seat of power that none dared challenge. As biker gangs go, they were top of the game. 

Aleina had watched them enter, greeted by security and the club manager as though they were all good friends. They weren't. To offer anything other than hospitality, however, would be a terrible mistake. It was a hierarchy and the club preferred to keep on the groups' good side, and that of their wallets. 

Girls had approached as the settled, taking a seat in a private section by the stage away from the rest of the rabble. Aleina watched from the bar, with no intent of her own to approach any of them. Not yet. It was too early in the night and she was not unwise to the way these groups worked, they would do business between themselves first --- that was not something she wished to be involved with. All it takes is to hear something you shouldn’t have, what happens then is best left to the imagination. She finished the glass of red wine she’d been nursing in one and made her way backstage, her set was about to start. 

Welcome one and all to The Wasp, home of the most beautiful woman in the state all here and ready to entertain YOU! Now, put your hands together, joining us on the main stage to bewitch your senses, the enchanting Lena!

With the slow beat of the music playing and the Dj’s voice fading out, she stepped on stage. Her body almost laid bare, the shadows and lights worked in harmony to conceal and highlight every curve of her form. She’s slow in her movement, precise, sensual and yet energised when the moment calls for it. Perfectly in tune with the music as she falls into it, becomes lost in it. 

There’s a moment, lying on her back facing the group of bikers that she locks eyes with one and winks playfully. The music fades and her movements glide to their natural end and for a moment she’s gone, vanishing briefly behind the curtain re-dress. Then she appears, raven-haired and red-lipped and so beautifully dark. 

She doesn’t approach any customers but instead heads to the bar so that she may get another glass of wine. They’ll come to her, the ones that come to her are always the easiest to work. 

[sigvinr]

❝ Fuck those men. Fuck them for their shortsightedness. Fuck them for their ingratitude. ❞ // @lightningcoursed​ // black sails // accepting

sigyn sighs, crystalline eyes focused on the bowl of water before her as she scrubs the blood off her hands. the water rapidly deepens to wine red as she attempts to remove all signs of what has just occurred. ‘ they are angry with him still. ’ the words are calmer than she feels. though she is a healer, though she has been through many battles, this one has been different. 

it is vanaheim, her home, which is under attack, and she is alone. true there are other healers but she does not wait for her husband to return to her, she will not fret over each cut and bruise, he is in asgard. he is in his cell. and he is the cause for all of this. 

‘ i do not expect their gratitude. ’ she suspects, though she will not say it aloud, that they blame her as well. it is why she so infrequently leaves the palace, and why she so rarely leaves her young sons behind. with loki away, who else was there to lay blame on? ‘ it is enough that they live. ’ 

[starkxsarcasm]

When I Look in the Mirror ||closed||

@lightningcoursed

The resilience of humanity was something no one could ever measure or calculate. It was something indescribable, a palpable force of will that has proven time and again cannot be easily broken. They had proven this twice now. Once five years ago, when half of the universe was snapped out of existence. Even then, the world spun on, people continued living, and they survived. And then again, a few months ago when all of those people suddenly came back, because of the efforts and sacrifice of a few select heroes who did whatever it took to set things right. Then, the world spun on again, people lived on and they survived.

Except, not all of them.

The strongest wills sometimes required the most sacrifices. And the Avengers had paid that price. They had brought everyone back, but lost a few in the process. Each hit hard in their own, different ways and none could be measured as worse than the others. But one that seemed to hold a particular resonance in loss was Tony.

At the end of everything, when hope was failing and they were being overwhelmed by Thanos’ forces, Tony had made the ultimate sacrifice for the fate of the whole of the universe. He stole the Stones from Thanos and snapped his fingers, vanishing all traces of the Mad Titan and his forces. But the force of wielding six Infinity Stones had ultimately been too much, and Tony had died shortly after, and the world seemed to lose a small amount of brightness.

But still, the world spun on, people continued living and they survived. Then, months after quiet, somber peace had enveloped the Earth, something began to stir. In order for them to save the universe, they had to bend some rules of space and time. And they should’ve guessed that eventually, space and time would end up biting back.

That’s where they found themselves now. Whoever was available had converged on Central Park as soon as this had happened. A strange anomaly had appeared, warping a small area the Bow Bridge. The space bent and twisted, humming with some kind of unknown energy. Strange and some of the sorcerers, Spider-man (He apparently had a free period), T’Challa and Captain Marvel all stood around the anomaly, waiting to see what would happen.

“Send out a call. Any others who are available need to come to Central Park now,” Strange said, tone serious. “I get the feeling this won’t end well.”