#openensos

[anarcadetoken]

a starter that @openensos didn’t ask for

Riche leans in to Wade’s ‘room’ on the bus and throws a sock ball at him. “Hey asshole, let’s go do stuff, technically you’re obligated to go where I go but I’m extending a formal invitation.” he says with a shit eating grin.

[vapidwastrel]

Reveries of a parricide

Continued from here, for @openensos 

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By Jove, Alexis wishes he could wring Asaph’s neck without sending this whole organisation toppling like a stack of cards. That blasted cousin of his has no love for his fellow man, no....delicacy. Sending his men into Deadpool’s home as though he were some military commander leading a cavalry charge. Good grief.

Ever since Deadpool secured the release of Raziel’s ‘cargo’ and covered the tracks of Alexis’s own machinations in the process, Alexis had developed a fondness for the mercenary. He’d been hemming and hawing for months over how to best orchestrate their next meeting, eager to re-engage with such an absolute corker of a conversationalist.

And now all that titillating banter Alexis had been looking forward to has vanished like a dream, because his blitheringly empty-headed cousin went and electrocuted the mercenary’s ladyfriend! While she’d been taking a bath, apparently! The scandalousness of it all! Alexis had been mortified for her, the poor lass.

...He had been slightly less mortified when he’d heard that, in the scuffle, said ‘poor lass’ bit off a man’s arm at the elbow. More appreciative, really. 

The woman is nowhere in sight today, but Deadpool holds himself just as awkwardly as their meeting before, his words just as halfhearted. Alexis once again has to lament the unfeasible nature of throttling his cousin. Still, he gives Deadpool his most toothsome smile, because now it’s all up to him to repair the relationship.

“O-ho! Say no more, say no more. Mum’s the word,” Alexis vows heartily, perching on a nearby stool in the hope that his slightly lowered height might make the other man feel more at ease. The stool creaks ominously underneath both his own substantial weight and the extra weight of his fur coat. “Whatever can I do for you, my darling?”

[perfectdespair]

LABYRINTH MEMES || ACCEPTING @openensos asked: “I ask for so little.” (Wade @ Darla)             

“And yet my cold, black, heart can’t even provide you with that.”

[letmebeyovrkillerking]

Deacon (@openensos) [X]

In his chest there technically was no heart beat, for this body was no longer human. This body was no longer alive in the sense that it once had been. It was his body, but it wasn’t. It was vessel. A shroud. A means to hide his true form. He was both alive and dead and also neither at the same time. He just was. Amos was absolute. All were mortal compared to him.

When the other studies him, lost in the thoughts he can feel move through his mind, the memories and the taste of salt water, he smiles. The question posed makes him chuckle a bit and he looks off to the side. “No.” he shakes his head as he turns his head back to Deacon. “Not on a ship.”

You see me every night when the sun goes down or you turn a light off. You see me in the corners of rooms or opened closets that are barely lit. I am everywhere.

“I probably just have one of those faces.” he says, a charming smile painting his lips. “I’m Amos.” the god extending a hand to the other at the offering of his name.

[codenameswiftstrike]

Wade (@openensos) [X]

Immediately Archer stops drinking and stands up, dumping out the rest of his liquor in the sink. Jesus he didn’t even think. He just walks over and pulls Wade into a hug. “I’m sorry....” he murmurs softly. Archer’d had a rough week, but he didn’t even think of the implication of his actions or words in terms of Wade’s childhood. He pulls back just enough to kiss him on the cheek and lips.

[forsakenmyths]

@openensos

“You’re acting like it was my idea to have detention facilities put illegal contraband in easily accessible, sealed up little baggies.”

Curled around his hoard like a dragon, Kobal’s stretched himself in her living room with his less than legal cache. Charcie needed up top product (synthetic this time) and he’d offered his services - little did his brother know he was paying him fifty percent for his time and skills once the consumers started consuming. Fifty-five for this first grab, a one-time cushion bonus.

Kobal pats at the baggies underneath hjs arm. “They’re like little party favors. Hey. You can stop crossing your arms at me, missy, I didn’t take any with drugs in ‘em.” He taps sooty fingers to his chin and clicks his tongue. It’s like he’s been conditioned not to lie to her at this point. “Okay, I did but I didn’t bring them back here.”

Lei has that ‘swallowed a lemon’ expression that makes his core cool down in… guilt? Something gross like that. “Your face’ll freeze that way if you keep it up. Come on. Make a contraband angel with me. I gotta move this shit soon so we may as well enjoy it. Like… here.” Selecting a bag, he finds an eyelash curler. “Yeah, I have one of these. Pilfered it twelve years ago. A bug guillotine. But I’ll use it to snip your big toe if you don’t stop pouting.”

“You are bringing this shit to my house.”  She hissed, head tipped to the side as she watched him.  Seven hells, she loved Kobal, but sometimes, she wanted to punch him.  Hard.  

“It’s still illegal product.  That you brought here.  A lot of it.  I don’t have the security for this.”  Kobal knew about her past.  He knew how she had tip toed the line between good and bad in Wonderland, because he’d been there for a lot of it.  The need to survive pushed you to areas that you never saw yourself being apart of.  

“Oyster drugs confuse me.  I don’t like them.  They muddle my head in the wrong ways.”  The hatter grumbled the words, pressing her fingers to her temple.  She had tried those chemicals long ago.  March liked them, but she had never understood the draw.  

When he teased her about the expression on her face, she flipped him off while sticking her tongue out at him.  Lei tried to resist laughing, failing horribly.  “Just...clue me in before showing up like this, okay?”  She moved closer to him, punching his arm with minimal effort.  “I’m not pouting.  Frustrated and pouting are two different things.  Now...who is all this shit for?”

[pretendingtobestupid]

Wade (@openensos) [X]

Clint just stares at Wade before letting out a long, suffering sigh. “I think you enjoy the fact that you can talk about my son like this knowing that, unlike Natasha, I won’t try to kill you.” he sighs. 

[blu-coasts]

Don’t tell me you have to kiss it

Continued from here. @openensos

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The barbed comments failed to make even a small dent in Naoki’s self-satisfaction. He had his shoulder slouched against the wall of the cramped bathroom, hands in the pockets of his tatty sweatpants as his gaze coolly surveyed the result of his work on the man’s neck. Seemed to him that Jack liked his ‘broke, raggedy ass’ just fine.

“Yeah, I got some,” Naoki drawled, reaching out to grab a crumpled tube of generic toothpaste rolled up so tight it was hard to imagine there was anything left inside. Somehow, ignoring the reality of physics, he managed to squeeze a dollop onto the tip of his middle finger. “But I’m kinda tempted to just let you walk around like that.”

He extended his finger until his reflection was flipping Jack off.