#reddeathed

[bitmiscuous-a]

✝     ———-       ❝         how       do      you      get      it       so ...           red ?        ❞           twiggy      fingers        feel         like       a        phantom’s        touch  ,          tangled       within      a       blazing      red         scalp .       @reddeathed  /   starter call: accepting.

[captainrcgrs-a]

let me bring back your smile.

                      A   smile,       bright       &&       shiny,       his laughter   echoing   in  the   living-room,       sound   mixing   with   the   TV’s.       Blush   has   spread   from   the   nape   of   his   neck   to   the   apple   of   his   cheeks.       Words   have   been   delicate   at   first,       red   barely   appearing.       Words   are   then   become   BOLDER,       her   only   goal   to   embarrass   him   with   cheesy   sentences.       Blue   hues   glance   at   her,       sprawled   like   a   cat   on   his   couch,       a   laughing   comparaison   to   his   straight   sitting   posture.       ❛   Please,  stop  it,  I  can’t  get  any  redder,  ❜        he   pleads,       happy   smile   betraying   how   comfortable   he   feels   at   her   side.

@reddeathed

[spaceraiseda]

hi munchie ur portrayal is SOOO FLIPPING WONDERFUL!!! jams is one of the greatest ocs i've had the pleasure of coming across and you just bring such life to her!!! you two are such a blessing to the rp world <3 <3

@reddeathed  /  how’s my portrayal?

cherry oh my god i’m not crying you’re crying. thank you ?? so much ????? i love u to the moon and back. ♥

[peacefulapostle--a]

@reddeathed​  ||  starter call 

he comes from the kitchen carrying a plate with him. nat seems to have been up all night working, seems she’s been doing just that a lot lately. working herself into an early grave, but he won’t mention it. they’ve all been through the ringer for a long time. the asgardian healer just as much, but he’s determined to help out in any way he can. “have you been up all night?” 

the plate sets down in front of her, and he doesn’t gesture or acknowledge what he’s done. not yet at least. its there if she wants it, who can deny a plate full of eggs? it’s one of the few things that the asgardian as come to enjoy during his time on midgard.  paul takes a seat across from her and sighs. ‘need to keep your strength up. if you’re going to work as hard as you do then you need to recharge.” 

[elataanarchive]

ur a big fat dork peter quill

           ❛      and you’re the one that hangs out with me ---------- what does that make YOU?    ❜

[dustxrgcld]

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[fearfeeling-a-blog]

❛ you deserve better. ❜

angst for ships.  |  accepting.

QUIET NIGHTS are meant for silence, for the moments they share together between each tick of the clock.  he should know by now that he does not deserve her, and that is something he remembers nearly every day, an echo loud in the back of his head.  his love for her, however, burns brightly regardless of the rain that often visits him, despite the storms that pass through him every so often.  she quiets those storms, pushes out the thunder and calms the violent winds whipping his thoughts around.  tonight, he will make the exception for her ;  to speak and silence her insecurities.

“  you say that like you get to decide what i deserve,  ”   he murmurs, head tilting slowly.  he understands where she comes from, understands what she means given he feels the same with her.  she deserves better than him.  somewhere between their flaws, their mistakes, their sordid individual histories, comes a mutual understanding.  fondness.  LOVE.   “  if you get to say that, then i get to tell you i always think about how you deserve better than a mess like me.  ”   yet, perhaps he is selfish.  he wants her more than anything in the world, and should the universe try and tear her away from him, he would bust through the gates of heaven and trudge through the flames of hell for her.   “  we’re quite the pair, don’t y’think ?  ”

[dustxrgcld]

Continuation from here! Starter for: @reddeathed

                A SPY ,  ONE OF 28.  THE BLACK WIDOW.  he had met Natasha during a time he wans’t sure what to trust and what not.  in a world so changed he couldn’t keep up with it all.  After seventy years lost to the ice, the water that had frozen around his body and kept him alive.  She had been a friendly face, a welcoming voice on his ears after joining SHIELD. despite her ways,  she was the spy, he the soldier.  and they eneded up making a team he wished to never break.  a trusted partner, a very much needed friend.  She had been there for him through everything, even when he knew she didn’t have to  ( fighting all the wars that weren’t hers ).   GUILT  kisses him gently, caressing his body with it’s known touches.  a familiar feeling. as he saw where she got dragged into.  The exhaustion of a lost battle showing on her face, open for him. 

                    ❝ I know...  I remember. ❞    and this brought a smile to his lips, soft at the edges.  the smile staring back at him easing wonderfully the weight on his shoulder, if only, just a bit.    ❝  it’s just... I want to believe what you say, believe it’s the truth, but...  ❞    there’s a sigh, a shake of his head and that small smile again, a subtle movement at the corner of his lips.  the blue of his eyes clouded with exhaustion.     ❝  I don’t know -------- I don’t know and that’s the worst part, I don’t know what to do to make this right. ❞   there was this feeling, that’s been keeping him company since 1943.  that he could’ve done more, he should’ve done more.