#liies

[rxvonna]

@liies asked: ❛  what ,  you’re  going  to  kill  me?  ❜

  “It can be arranged if you’d like. Or you can cooperate with us like you were asked to do. Up to you, really. I couldn’t care less.”

[astrapure-a]

@liies​

     She might be nibbling on a pack of a dozen fresh cookies from a local new york baker.

     No, she’s not planning to share any.

[ceceliatat2]

🌸 ‘Work in Progress’ 🍁 Swipe for 📽 !! Momento and Inspiration for a childhood garden/Family and a full life ahead of adventuring for Jain. needless to say ‘more to come’!!!! this is a second session about 7 ish hours of work. Looking for a layered look with lots of depth and shadows for possibilities to hangout in!!! Thanks so much for the Trust. #liies #gooseneckstrife #spiderflower #cleome #peaonee #peonee #peenee #gooseberries #coneflower #echinacea #flowers https://www.instagram.com/p/B4Fn2QEhp6X/?igshid=1pohqdda5ldsm

[astrapure-a-blog]

@liies​

How long had it been since they placed her within such a sleep-like trance ? Days ? Weeks ? ETERNITIES ? Recollection of memories brings her to recall the last time she had been caught, searching midgard for her siblings - for any sign that the gems were safe. 

The sleep was meant to keep her dormant - keep her from not only leaving so frequently, but under the protection of asgard’s care. Within the walls of Odin’s treasure room, she was kept protected from outside dangers, from beings attempting to seek power from her -

- & yet, it’s odd to feel a hand rest against her shoulder, light shake slowly stirring her awake. The trance. . .whoever they were, they were slowly lifting it from her. Only one with a touch of magic flowing through their veins, which meant. . .

“Where. . .where am I ? “ Though vision is blurry, she can slowly make out a figure, a familiar figure, one that brings an arising concern within her. 

[artificiallyimplantedmemories]

starter for @liies !

     Natasha did her best not to stare incredulously at Loki as they arrived at one of the numerous conference rooms that SHIELD kept just for this purpose. Apparently he had intel, and she was the interested party.

     She hated being at a disadvantage.                 She hated even more that she couldn’t trust a single thing he said.

     “Okay, for the sake of argument, let’s say I believe you. What is it that I so urgently need to know that SHIELD sent one of their best spies to retrieve information from you?” 

     Her tone read: Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you’ve done to me and mine. I haven’t forgiven you yet, so be careful what you say. And if you lie to me, know that I’ll hunt you down and shoot you.

[intoxicatiing]

@liies​ liked ⚜ for a starter:

The gallery’s grand opening still buzzed inside. Beautiful people in expensive clothes listened to beautiful music, and looked at expensive works of art by artists from all around the world. But she’d been startled by someone who’d had a bit too much of the complimentary champagne, who spoke a bit too loud, and stood a bit too close, and she fled to the nearest door -- right to the front of the museum. It was quiet, this late at night, though sirens still blared somewhere in the city, punctuated by dogs barking and the occasional shriek. At least the air was cool and clean after the rain that afternoon, and she adjusted her gown to cover herself properly again.

Not too far away stood a man she didn’t know, but the way he held himself had her thinking that he was one of the esteemed guests meant to be admiring the lovely works of art, rather than looming on street corners alone. “You should go back inside before too late. The first auction begins soon.” That, and she had no wish to be around someone who might be unpleasant any longer than she had to. But Ruby had spoken sweetly, softly, ensuring that it sounded like nothing but genuine concern over a man missing what might be the very masterpiece he’d come to bid on.

[swordandcounsel]

@liies

“If you’re here to scold me for doing something foolish then save your breath. I’ve already had the warriors three and Thor have their say. My ears are tired.”

 Sif winced as she sat herself up on the table in the healing room. Perhaps she had acted hasty but she had saved those involved too. It was her duty to protect others was it not?