#optimistic skye

[bucky-iknewhim-barnes-blog]

Fear me, Love me, Do as I say || Closed Labyrinth AU

The shadows burst across the room, inky tendrils spreading and sliding over the floor, the walls and ceiling. Several long shards crept over to the sofa at the room's far side, caressing the cheeks of the woman asleep there and shrouding her in a black darker than that of the night around her. Her soft sleeping breaths the only sounds in this new blanket of vantablack shadow. The Goblin King gazed at her from his perch, as he had done for many nights now, and after looking his fill, took several steps towards her until he could have touched her with his own hand. Her breathing, still the only sound, changed. Clearly sensing a presence, he backed away, back into the inky depths of the corner.

Many hours passed, until the slightest hints of dawn arrived, weakening his tendrils until they were almost transparent, like any normal shadow. The woman stirred across the room and, just as she opened her eyes, he stepped back through the last remaining shadow to his castle where he would wait for night to fall again

optimistic-skye.

[kizhavvorsa]

 💌 [it's for the your muse to send mine a live note/letter. Also good luck with the tattoo!]

Send me a 💌 for my muse to write your muse a love letter.

Who would have known form the first day we met when you save me that we would have the chance to be friends and develop into something more that simply platonic. I feel weird writing this. You are literally my saviour. KNight in shining armour if you want me to go down the cheesy route. But I digress. I’m just glad I met you Skye, you’ve helped me to have faith in others as well as myself, abilities or not. I’m just really glad I met you that night and I literally can’t tell you how grateful I am to have you part of my life.

[kizhavvorsa]

“Sleep sex”

Send “Sleep sex” for my muse waking up yours by fucking them

“Hmm Skye are you sure that we’re meant to be crossing the line like this... Even though we slept together last night.” She smirked a little. “I’m sure Coulson will take one look at us and know that there’s something going on between us.”

[kizhavvorsa]

"§" [I am a ship whore and have no excuse, plus Dany is a cutie full of sass]

Send me "§" if you'd ever consider shipping our muses

GIVE

IT

TO

 ME

*inserts inappropriate gif*

[castironloyalty-archived]

✿:Three of your favourite followers

{This is a nice surprise. I thought I wouldn’t get any. Thank you. } 

That really depends on how you mean followers. But when in doubt, answer a slightly different question. 

1- Optimistic-skye. Lou is basically my bae. She is my bae. She is also my sister and senpai. She is an awesome Agent of Shield Skye. And many other muses that I like to play with.  I love her.  Bay-kay. 

2- thecellardoorbar. We got more ups and downs than a bloody roller-coaster. But I do care about her a lot, we’re both a couple of mugs sometimes but hey, who isn’t. I really do love her characters, even if Will does have something against cooperating. They’re so wonderfully developed and I love them.

3- the-lone-mercenary. Let’s complete the trio. He’s a nice little smartass. His characters are excellent at development and I seem to help Kyle come up with headcanons more than anything else. I like that because now I got a new cutie to play with. So much fun because with the changes in what we’re playing and if I get what I asked for then headcanons galore and Meeka may not actually want to kill someone in the Idjits verse. 

{I’m sorry it took so long. But phone is so annoying today. }

[fxntomex]

This is just a lil’ promo for one of my faves on here. Here’s a few reasons why you should deffo go and follow her

She nails Skyes’ personality.The mun’s a cutie patootie.

do you really need more reasons?

Listen, she just pure rocks, OK? Go follow.

Go follow. 

Go follow. 

now.

NOW 

NOW 

[fxntomex]

The Heist II +Optimistic-Skye

The Maze Bank was the biggest bank in the whole of San Fran. It heald over three million dollars in safety deposit boxes alone, not counting electronic cash. 

The bank had over 70 stories, giving it 140 flights of stairs- each with personalized security. Twelve men on each floor at night, giving the skeleton crew a staggering 840 men guarding the tower. 

There had only been one successful robbery, back in 1920. 

The Master Of Misdirection had no need for money, he had no want for frivolous items or fancy clothes- he had all that and a wonderful fashion sense to boot, but this was about more than just the money. 

Within one of the safety deposit boxes was an item he wanted. And he was going to clean the place out looking for it. 

He was watching from his vantage point- he had done two shifts, spent two days camping out on the roof opposite the bank. He was learning the routine of security- they weren't slack at all. 

He wasn't used to the destructive heat of San Fran, but he wouldn't be here for long. 

He had already ruled out using EVA for this one, it wouldn't be very conspicuous and America doesn't drop a grudge quickly.

He had moved some stuff around. The heist would be in three days- but if he was going to be cleared out completely he would need a hacker. 

He knew just the girl...

Fantomex had already made calls about escape routes. On the night an unmarked car would be waiting a block away from the bank. They would move out, get in the car and drive to the international air-port, at which they would get in a plane, piloted by Fantomex, and land out in the desert. 

He took out his phone, smirk playing on his lips, and dialled. "SKYE".

"How'd you like to rob a bank?" 

[fxntomex]

"Care to join me?"

5. Defending the Earth (beautiful)

It had all gone to shit so quick. 

Skye was still at Fantomexs’ house when it happened. 

This was the day Deathloks’ true purpose was unveiled before the Earth; the day of reckoning. 

This was not another Alien attack; this was not something that anyone could tare the Earth back from. 

The door was kicked in. It flew off its hinges, Fantomex raised a gun quickly. “Get behind me.” he ordered to Skye, and there he was, half his face burnt off, chest glowing, except he was different. Deathlok held a gun which was fed directly into his chest. 

"Weapon Thirteen. Skye. Today I received a signal; an impossible signal."

"Cut to the chase and fix my door!" Fantomex ordered.

"I received a signal from the future."

"You’ve perked my interests." 

"In an alternative future Fantomex, the world is a desolate place. It is infected with war and hell. Suffering. The time line suggests perhaps placing someone in the right place at the right time in which to sacrifice themselves could prevent this future."

Everyone’s day must come. Fantomex lowered his gun.

"Take me. Take me to the place. I’m ready to die." Fantomex said.

There was a moment of silence, Deathloks cold glare shot right through Fantomex. 

"I am not talking about you."

His glare shifted to Skye. 

Fantomex too, looked at Skye. “No. No— Skye can’t. Deathlok, Mike. I know you’re telling the truth, but there has to be another way.” There was a sickening desperation in his voice. 

"Me, Logan, Cable, X-Force. We can stop this!”

"Seven hours ago James Howlette AKA Wolverine tried to stop the sentient machine. The machine killed him, used the adamantium in his skeleton to upgrade himself. He is indestructible. Nate Summers vanished. Presumed dead. Skye has powers she is yet to understand—" 

"Let me… Let me just try. What do they call this machine?" 

"His name, is Ultron."