#mysnkova

[saviorclaimed-a]

“peepee is the right of all sentient beings.”

Maybe

just maybe

saving the earth was a mistake.

[wmpykd]

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HELLO PEABRAIN

HELLO!!! ILY !!!!<3

[atrophite]

a phone call would’ve been nice. // >:3c

angst  starters  .  /  accepting  .

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐀  𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐇𝐄'𝐒  𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄  .  OF  HIMSELF  .  Of  her  –  in  a  way  .  Of  them  .  He’s  sick  with  his  own  rot  .  HE  CAN  FEEL  IT  IN  HIS  THROAT  .  A  sickening  bile  ready  for  regurgitation  — -  a  ruining  burn  that  threatens  to  free  itself  from  his  chest  with  foul  talons  and  wolves  maw  .  He  doesn’t  blame  her  .  Doesn’t  disregard  her  possible  ire  —   her  hurt  .  

𝙰 𝙿𝙷𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙱𝙴𝙴𝙽 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙴 .

Enter  death’s  silence  .  His  woe  .  His  deafening  cry  —  microscopic  -  dying  with  the  wind  .  Enter  her  ruination  –  her  transformation  in  order  to  survive  .  In  order  to  survive  ..  without  him  .  “  I’m  sorry  —  ”  I  DON’T  THINK  YOU’D  UNDERSTAND  .  I  don’t  think  he  would  ,  either  .

“  I  don’t  want  them  to  find  you  .  That’s  all  –  ”

[predauditory-blog]

SHE’S BEEN DISCOVERED.   feels the eyes of a worm on her back as her teeth sink into the flesh of her latest kill.   her form stills, a series of clicks rippling from her as she senses the nearby human.   “ why do you watch from the shadows ? ”   the alley had been a perfect place to nest for the night,  out of sight and quiet  -  save for the one intoxicated gentleman who’d unluckily stumbled upon her.   “ are you afraid ? ”    /  @mysnkova  /  sc.

[maximummusesarch]

@mysnkova

It had been a long time since Slade Wilson stepped foot in Russia.  It’s not that he had anything against working in the country, it’s simply that most of his jobs were in the states.  That being said, however, Slade still had work to do in the rest of the world, when the price was right.  And when it came to the Bravta, the price ended up being right for Slade to take an excursion to Mother Russia.

Ivan Kostin was the target, a real piece of work who had this coming for a long time.  A few fingers dipped into politics meant that this was going to be something of a rush job, and that wetwork was to be expected of Slade.  Which was nothing he would have a problem with.  Between fighting Ivan himself, and fighting his bodyguards, the implication of blood being spilled was something that he was far from opposed to.  

What he didn’t expect, however, was for someone to have beaten him to the punch.  Someone had been particularly bloody when it came to the matter, not really caring about the mess being made.  Not one of those typical capes, so either it had to be a rival, or something unexpected.  Drawing a blade, Deathstroke would follow through, intent to see who took this kill.

[atrophite]

“ can you show me again? ” girl blinks – eyes curious as they were wide as she watched the older with a child-like wonder — usually she’s a fast learner, but there’s something about the expert spins of the sniper bullet between gabriel’s fingers that she just can’t fully grasp without a second observation, “ and slow down this time! ”

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐄  𝐇𝐈𝐌  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐒𝐎  𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄  .  FOR  SURELY  , the  world  sought  to  tear  him  apart  via  the  heartstrings  this  way  .  Surely  ,  something  predatory  lurks  behind  gentle  doors  and  seeks  to  hunt  him  down  wildly  with  feral  maw  .  His  eyes  wrinkle  with  his  laugh  — -  his  essence  alight  with  a  mirth  so  delicate  that  ,  surely  ,  he  would  shatter  if  you  shoved  him  hard  enough  .  NOWADAYS  -  he’s  been  putting  time  into  a  bond  he  thought  he  would  never  have  .  This  life  had  threatened  to  rob  him  of  fatherhood  — -  it  seems  like  ,  for  once  ,  something  had  pitied  him  in  his  late  night  sobbing  .  

“  OKAY  ﹗  ALRIGHT  .  Watch  closely  then  –  It’s  real  easy  I  promise  .  And  good  for  your  fingers  ,  too  .  Think  about  it  like  …  the  bullet’s  surfing  your  fingers  .  It’s  like  a  wave  .  You  just  have  to  find  the  right  grip  ,  yeah ?  I  find  trying  with  a  pen  first  is  easier  .  ”

[witnessmarked]

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

Some Starters

“I’ve seen you do other things. But you do remind me of my kids, so uh- yes. You do. You do do that.” He nods, hands clasped around his own steaming cup. One hand raises, kneading the fingers, as if there were some invisible ball of dough. “They all curse a lot. Probably because I taught them to.”

[atrophite]

“   i   guess   you   could   say   i   raised   myself  .   didn’t   i   do   such   a   great   job  ?   ”

random  dialogue  . /  accepting  .

𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌  𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑  .  THE  SCENE  ITSELF  HAD  BEEN  full  of  something  beyond  man’s  understanding  .  It  reeks  of  survival  .  It  reeks  of  :  I  have  done  this  before  –  and  I  will  do  it  again  .  All  for  the  sake  of  living  .  “  I  suppose  so  .  Unfortunate  for  them  .  Now  that  you  have  torn  your  way  through  my  men  – -  I  must  say  I  am  both  confused  and  impressed  .  ”  WHAT  HE  DOESN’T  SPEAK  is  understanding  .  The  weaponization  of  self  —  -  the  sharpening  of  bone  .  He  knows  .  He  knows  what  it  is  like  .  To  raise  yourself  without  wolves  .  To  pry  yourself  from  rotting  ,  waterlogged  coffins  without  poetic  justice  or  some  grandiose  story  to  tell  .  He  was  like  her  ,  he  supposed  .  Not  quite  .  He  was  older  then  .  Still  –  lost  .  Nineteen  without  a  parent  in  sight  and  they  had  taken  his  mould  from  him  only  to  siphon  his  golden  youth  and  mechanize  him  into  …  ferocity  .  Savage  even  at  birth  .  

𝙷𝚎  𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜  𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛  𝚊  𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍  𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚜𝚎  .  Cautious  .  Yet  –  eerily  calm  .  Such  is  the  cruelty  of  monsters  like  him  .  If  you  were  expendable  ,  you  hardly  mattered  .  “  How  old  are  you  ?  ”