#scidefy

[awbro]

superman vc wow hawkeye you are so important to the avengers and one of the greatest archers ever!

love, superman

" hey, thanks! it's ... nice to be appreciated from time to time. " & to think, he got this completely unprompted ( & didn't have to send it to himself ). " ----- especially as the non-powered guy in the avengers. "

[wrldofhassle]

@scidefy

didn't ask for a thing for Reed but

A child often finds wonder in the carnival, wandering through the distortions caused by the hall of mirrors and seeing all of the shapes that could have been. A scientist, particularly Reed Richards, sees instead the span of the multiverse, possibilities. Long had the man been locked behind the iron mask in the wake of his greatest failures that he'd forgotten what the face beneath had looked like before the funhouse distortion had made it unrecognizable even before the hot iron closed in around it.

Doom had forgotten his manners long ago, it seems, as he'd been staring for quite a long moment, hand reaching out hesitantly before a clenched fist pulls it back to his side.

"Are you another nightmare made to torment me?"

The memories hurt, even after being locked away for a measure of non-linear time that was entirely incalculable. Watching Johnny burn to ash, the news footage of Ben shattered against the stone below, Susan fading away slowly in the confines of her hospital bed.

"Has the Maker not tormented me enough?"

[meszaros]

͙ 𖥻﹚ ... starring @scidefy .ᐟ : IF YOU STEP OUT OF LINE JUST ONCE, I SWEAR TO GOD, I'LL GUT YOU LIKE A FUCKING FISH. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ? ˊ-

“ testy. ” it's mumbled, quiet enough to be little more than a puff of humid air against the mask's leathery interior. his eyes were all that peered out from beneath the swine's head, and the slow, withering smile that crept across his face failed to meet them. for all his fondness of the ritzier side of the coin, he stuck out like a sore thumb, like a bone snapped at the joint : there's two hundred and six bones in a man's body, two hundred and twenty three in a domestic pig's, and birds had never been of much interest to him — not in the way of hoofed livestock and where they fell on the butcher board. all the more reason to mind his manners, a domestic pig was a smart creature, clever, capable of listening. “ despite appearances, i was not raised in a barn, you know. ”

a knack for following a command didn't mean he always acted out the part of mannered, however. elbows on the table, something decidedly patronizing seeping into the lilt of his voice. “ if an ounce of spontaneity is oh - so - troublesome for your plans, i fail to see why you'd want me on the playbill at all. ” but he was the needling type, not stupid : though he certainly kept his tone just airy enough to sound stupid. “ only thinking aloud, mister cobblepot. ”

[saintsplanet-old]

lois lane has spent enough time in luthor’s orbit to know who really pulls the strings when the curtains close. people think lex towers alone, that his empire rises solely on his genius and iron will, but lois has eyes. she’s seen mercy graves step into a room and silence it without saying a word. she’s seen the flick of her wrist send half a dozen men scattering. lex may sign the checks, but mercy makes sure there’s blood on them. [ and lois has always had a bad habit of running toward the fire. ] she’s waiting by the elevators of luthorcorp when mercy finds her. the bullpen clamor is far behind, replaced by the sterile hum of corporate floors, all marble, glass, and too much polish. lois stands out like a bruise against it, pen and notebook at the ready, chin lifted in defiance. ❝ funny thing, ❞ she says before mercy even has the chance to dismiss her. voice low, steady, threading amusement with steel. ❝ i never seem to catch lex without you close behind. loyal shadow, guard dog, bodyguard, take your pick. doesn’t really matter what word i use, because you wear it better than anyone i’ve seen. ❞ her gaze cuts, sharp enough to slice through the space between them. ❝ but here’s the part i can’t quite figure out, mercy. are you just protecting him, or are you protecting the empire you’ve built out of his name? ❞ [ lois doesn’t expect an answer, not a clean one, anyway. mercy graves doesn’t deal in confessions. but that’s the point. lois isn’t here for easy answers. she’s here to watch the flicker in mercy’s eyes when the right question lands. ] she tucks the pen behind her ear, smile sharp, daring. ❝ either way, i’d love to hear it in your own words. off the record, of course. ❞ | @scidefy for mercy graves.

[ogalactus]

❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐮𝐬 , 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚. 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 ... 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. ❞

@scidefy for vision . quote sc.

[1ndustrialist]

@scidefy

"Gotta say, not a big fan of the strict red and gold--" A hint of jealousy, mostly just on the air of cattiness. Maybe it was because the other man's armor was a little more sleek, even if it packed all the same tech. "It all looks like Stark tech. Mostly. If a bit overly fancy."

[wid0wd-archived]

"i'm ... deeply sorry," the screaming is still going in the other room, natasha's patience has completely gone down the drain by now. "we usually try to make a better impression but," hand vaguely gestures toward the door. sigh pushes past lips, gaze subtly observing surroundings. "any news about your husband, @scidefy? you must be worried."

ft. clea, from here