#skaifather

[junmoone]

LONG DAYS FOLLOW LONGER NIGHTS, nothing quite like the exhaustion of defending again an enemy cosmic in nature. june is a creature of the dirt, she always has been. finding comfort the deeper she crawls into the earth, a mutual understanding. NEVER DID SHE IMAGINE FOR HERSELF such intimacy with the more preternatural elements of this world. but perhaps there's no escaping the path laid out before you. even for the gods.

❝ i thought i was doing what i had to. ❞ @skaifather, 𝓘nquired with the witch. FROM, ACCEPTING.

always easier to look backwards, but there's little time for reflection now. ❝ we all did. this isn't only on your shoulders. ❞ yes, they may have looked to him for leadership, noting his experience with the otherworldly - but the plan was endorsed by all of them. it was either all of their faults or none.

❝ our weaknesses were exploited this time, yes. but now we've taken note of theirs. we will be better prepared. ❞ something she discovered while the enchantress had her drowning inside her own skin, shuttered away. TRAPPED FOR YEARS, her only sanity was found in learning the witchcraft her parasite performed so freely. lessons that would guide june to her escape.

[skaisurgeon]

@skaifather​ asked: ❝ i know you want to make up for all the things you’ve done, i do too. but we need to think of the bigger picture. ❞

april needed space.  the infirmary was busy with the people that luna had brought on, all suffering from radiation poisoning that she – nor anyone else – could do a thing about.  raven had been clear that no medicine could be spared...  but it was a sobering reminder that even if it could have been, there was no guarantee that it would have made a difference to begin with. feeling useless made her nauseous.  despite her ache for quiet, her pacing wasn’t.  it’s no wonder that she gets caught, her arms tightly wound across her ribcage, fingers digging into her arms.  subtle had never been used to describe kepner.

of course, he has the right thing to say.  it’s almost annoying how he can do that.

❝ that’s easy for you to say. ❞  the words aren’t fair and she knows it.  karl’s life was no easier than her own.  no one’s was, on the ground.  but he hadn’t taken the chip –– it’s an easy jump for her to say he had less to repent for.  when her brow scrunches, she can feel the reminder, still pink scar pulling over her brow. ❝ i’m sorry – i just...  it’s different. ❞

[sovietstrings-arc]

small talk has always made him itch, he thinks. in bunkers or on dancefloors, it'd never felt like the right time to break the silence, now, no exception. when metal fingers tink on the cool slope of an armrest. as the clock ticks overhead. it's not for a misconstrued discomfort that bucky, again, catches the glint of broad armor and fixates. pays mind to the make.. tiny, minute scuffs and kinks promising farfetched tales he knows better, these days, than to think are anything but the truth. " what's it like ? " no one there to buffer ; to break in when he catches himself too eager to carry on. make good of the company @skaifather offers, intentional or not. " where you're from, i mean. i'm guessing it's pretty different from earth. " or maybe he just hoped it was.

[darkhulme]

Memories fade in and out. What an existence for an entity who has managed to survive over a centuries. Survived an physically and emotionally abusive childhood, the creation and evolvement of the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants, near death experiences, parenthood and its complexities. The list goes on. Mystique was damn near invincible. ( Guess that is what happens when you are a survivalist. )

" If you're here to try and take me, " Mystique swirls the liquor that had been lingering in the cup for the past few hours. She looking at it ever so attentively as if it was her first sip of alcohol in existence. There was an anticipation of The Almighty Thor dropping by. ( If you lived as long as she has, you'd learn to have friends in all the right places. ) " At least sit and have a drink with me first. " Shifting into her natural state, blue skin draped in white. The way Mystique always felt most comfortable in. " A cup was already poured, God of Thunder and it would be rude to waste the drink. I'm sure you still have manners, don't you? "

@skaifather , starter.

[twinklefists]

" you're as perfect as a puppy. "

general sentences / accepting.

for a brief moment, she wondered whether that was a compliment or an insult. but when it registered, she found herself smiling, cheeks red. (don't blame her, she's too used to people fighting her on sight, she's too used to being the annihilator, that it felt unfamiliar to have someone be so kind to her in any way). "goose probably wouldn't appreciate that compliment," she replied, her eyes briefly drifting to the flerken-cat, who was completely bored of this conversation and sound asleep on the grass. "but..." her tone dropped, taking on a genuine tone as she looked back at her friend. "thank you. you're not so bad yourself."

[twinklefists]

" you blame yourself for what happened to him, don't you ? "

i cannot find this meme but it does not matter

yes yes yes she wants to scream, her eyes focused elsewhere, as though she wasn't wholly present. her eye twitches and for a moment she's elsewhere, facing her failures as they pile on, one after the other until the weight of it pulled her back down to earth. her fists tighten ever so slightly, her default stance of self defense on full display, storms rolling in her eyes as she shifts her gaze away, not meeting thor's eyes. such a simple statement with so many years of history that wasn't so.

and truthfully, thor is likely one of the few who understands that pain from a personal perspective, but she still finds it hard to allow anyone to see through the walls she'd built up.

she parts her lips to reply but it falls short, replaced with silence instead. internally, she shakes off the memories, convincing her gaze to meet the eyes of the other, floating back down to earth. sure, he was a casualty, but weren't they all? how many did she hurt over the years how many did she fail to save?

"i blame myself for all of them."

[guiltey2]

@skaifather​  asked  “  how  much  have  you  had  ?  ” 

    abby  stumbles  forward ,  her  feet  tripping  over  each  other  ,  followed by  a  small  laugh.  she’d  taken  more  pills  than   normal  ,  an  extra  one  after  breakfast and  it  seemed to  have  affected her  more  than  she  anticipated. her  pupils  were  constricted  down  to  pinpoints ,  unfocused  on  the  room  around  her  as  she  drops  into  the  seat  opposite  him.  even  seated ,  she’s  not  very  stable and  leans  onto  the  table  for  support.   ❛ I  don’t…  what  are  you  talking  about  ?  ❜    she  mumbles ,  brows  pinched together  in  confusion. it’s  unclear  whether she  understood  the  question  or  was  simply feigning  ignorance.    ❛    RELAX  ,  karl.    I’m  not  doing  anythin’  dangerous.   ❜

[scaretched]

MEME  PROMPT     :     YOU   WERE   WRONG ,    BY  THE  WAY .  ABOUT  YOU  NOT  BEING  A  HERO .

small  glance  up  to  him  before  eyes  focus  back  down  to  the  blue  prints  on  the  bunker ,     tucking  strands  of  hair  that  has  found  a  way  out  of  ponytail  behind  ear .          ❛          don’t  know  where  you  got  that  idea  from ,          ❜          it’s  a  low  murmur ,     shake  of  her  head     :     something  protective  in  the  way  hand  goes  to  lay  over  abdomen .     trying  to  find  a  solution  had  never  felt  harder ,     nor  more     important .     but  everything          [          everyone .          ]          seems  to  work  against  that .          ❛          just  trying  to  keep  us  alive  long  enough  for  us  to  kill  each  other .          ❜          because  at  the  rate  things  are  going  down  here     :     it  doesn’t  seem  to  matter  if  the  bunker  gets  fixed  or  not .     they’ll  wind  up  dead  anyways .

                                   FROM     : @skaifather​