#soncfthewitch

[rhapsodc]

@soncfthewitch / continuing from here.

Myo grinned. At least the attitude had changed a little bit. Before he had left, Tai was way more mellow, a lot more submissive and perhaps a little less convinced of what and who he was. Strangely enough, the way he acted did not put Myo off - it actually pulled him in. He listened and observed though. He could be quite chatty, but that was not so often.

"I'm not saying you are jealous. But you were." He leaned against the wall, his eyes wandering that body exposed to him. All of it. And, well, indecent could be an adjective for that, but it was hardly something that bothered him. In fact, Myo found himself very inclined to being indecent too.

"If you were more indecent than this, I would have immediately joined in and we wouldn't be acting like we hate each other like this." He gave another small chuckle before moving his hands to start unbottoning the jacket he wore. Just a couple of them - he wanted the other's skillful fingers to work their magic.

"You know I like indecent better than sassy. Tai. Com here. Let's be bad together. Don't be mean to me after I so gently put your men to sleep just so I could come and have a taste of you again."

[davidkarofskyindie]

soncfthewitch (Rick/Cas)

@soncfthewitch continued from (x)

Cas pushed himself off the sofa—a battered thing that had seen better decades—and rolled his shoulders to work out the kinks from sleeping in the car. The safe house smelled like one large dust ball, windows covered in heavy curtains that blocked out most of the afternoon light. Not the worst place he’d stayed in. Not by a long shot. “Right then.” He followed Rick toward what passed for a kitchen. “What’ve we got to work with?” The kitchen was basic but functional. A gas cooker that looked older than him, fridge humming like it might give up any moment. Cas opened cupboards, finding tins of beans, packets of pasta, and some rice that didn’t look half bad. What were the chances of this place having a basic rice cooker? He hated cooking it like his gran. “I can make something decent with this.” He pulled out a tin of tomatoes, checking the date. Still good. “You look knackered. Sit down, I’ll sort it.” His hands moved without thought—filling the kettle, finding mugs, checking if the milk in the fridge had turned. Normal things. Domestic things. The kind of life other people get to have. “Hope you’re not vegetarian,” he said, pulling out a tin of corned beef. “Options are a bit limited unless you fancy beans on toast for the third time this week.”

Rick was about to just go make a sandwich, he hadn’t put much thought into it beyond that but watching Cas go about to find what was in the cupboards was more interesting. He figured it was probably healthier for the man to be the one to do this, let him get some of his energy out of his system. He also was, as Cas astutely caught, pretty knackered so he sat on one of the stools and just watched Cas work “Hey if you’ve got it, works for me… though if you need help, right here and ready to do whatever I’m told”.

He chuckled seeing the corned beef “Oh god no, couldn’t handle being vegetarian… cutting out sugar was enough for me, if I can’t have a steak every now and then I think I would actually lose my damn mind” he mused, leaning back against the counter with his arms slightly spread “One of my guys will bring us some supplies tomorrow, if there’s anything specific you’ll want just make sure to write it down for me and I’ll get it sorted… hopefully we won’t be here long enough for this to be a thing but there’ll be a supply drop off every second or third day, alternates so there’s not a pattern anyone can pick up on” he explained with the casual ease of someone giving directions.

He knew that the safe house wasn’t exactly high-end, it was in the middle of nowhere and the only real thing they could use to communicate with the outside world was a rotary phone that Rick had unplugged and in the basement because he knew it was harder to hack into. It was certainly an adjustment from city life but it would do what they needed it to do “After we eat, I’ll go out and cut some wood so we can get a good fire going tonight… it gets a litlte cold out here, we have plenty of blankets so that and the fireplace should keep us warm. I hope we’re not out here long enough for you to get used to this” he sighed a little as he leaned back and stretched some more “Oh, I think we have coffee in the shelf there, want me to handle that while you do the food or am I stuck on chair duty?”

[heirofhermes]

@soncfthewitch

"I have to admit, there were a couple of moments when I thought we wouldn't make it out," he started, finally letting the weight of his bag fall on the couch of Toby's apartment.

The relief on his face was evident, since this was the first time in weeks where he could actually rest at a place that he considered to be safe. Trips into vampire infested places were not good for the heart of an anxious young man like him... But the drive and pride of victory was something that definitely fueled the little overachiever.

"You haven't said much since we landed, love- Did the flight affect you too much?"

[crownedkxngs]

     the moment he spotted the other, scott had sensed the other was something... DIFFERENT.   it was in his sight.  being an alpha, and having seen many different types of supernatural, he could easily see auras.  especially when his eyes turn red, like they were a moment ago.  he blinked several times to let his scarlet eyes turn back to brown and he made his way towards the other male.   “ hi, have i’ve seen you here before? ” he asked, knowing that he had, but curious if the other had noticed him as well.  //  @soncfthewitch​

[voxvulgi]

a Jax starter for @soncfthewitch​

“Ezra?” Jax repeated his squadmate’s name for the fifth time into his coms, but all he get in return was static. Or, well-- it actually sounded like wind. There might be a faraway voice in the background somewhere, but that could just be wishful thinking.

The endorphins and adrenaline should be subsiding the nerves, but fucking hell, if something happened to Ezra-- They’d only lost Jenkins moments ago, for fuck’s sake!

Stop. Focus. FOCUS.

“Ezra, if you can hear me, make a noise. Any noise.” There was no noise.

Jax resisted the urge to turn off his coms in frustration. He’d throw them to the ground and step on them, but it wasn’t exactly like he could extract the communication device from his suit.

Forcing himself to focus on his surroundings, Jax tightening his grip on his assault rifle. Poised on the offensive, he continued towards the unearthing site. Nothing moved within his line of sight; no sythetics, no people. He passed a few corpses but didn’t give them a proper glance. As long as they weren’t impaled on black spikes, they were no danger to him or his squadmates.

When they finally reached a clearing...shit. The monolith was supposed to be here! Where--

“That’s one of ours!” Ashely’s voice came from behind Jax. She pointed to the center of the clearing, and Jax had to take several steps forward so he could...

“Ezra!” Jax’s steps turned into sprints. He rushed to where Ezra’s body lay, sprawled out on the ground. Jax expected to see his gun dropped within proximity, but... No, it was holstered. All his weapons were holstered. He must’ve been caught off guard. “Ezra, can you hear me?”

[americanboys]

closed for @soncfthewitch

Oliver had men all over the city, stationed on nearly every block. His falcons were his eyes and ears and they were quick to report any suspicious activity. Any threat to him was a threat to his entire operation, so it was of the upmost importance to keep things under control. He’d heard of the name Raijin before. A man of great power with the potential to topple his empire. Word on the street was that he was looking to expand his influence oversees. Oliver’s city, to be exact. He couldn’t have that.

Normally, Oliver would order his men to do his dirty work for him. But with a threat so large, so seemingly imminent, he decided he needed to take matters into his own hands. Luckily for Oliver, he was informed that Raijin’s son lived nearby. It seemed like fate.

It took his men mere seconds to find out where Ezra worked and his schedule. Oliver strolled in on a Saturday, dressed discretely and walked up to the counter to order himself a coffee. He gently laid a down on the counter, flashing a friendly and approachable smile at his target as he turned around. “Morning”, he hummed, tapping a finger lightly on counter. “How’re you today uh...” He leaned in a bit, squinting at Ezra’s nametag. “Ezra! Cute name.”

[asterxles]

@soncfthewitch

“Come, little one. Don’t be scared.” His voice could be heard in the rustling of the leaves and the chirps of crickes as he sent his call for help. The forest itself seemed to yield to Kinthos’ wishes, the roots of trees breaking free from the soil and weaving together to create a path for his soon-to-be savior. “You are safe. The forest will protect you. But I need your help.

“Come.” He had no idea who the stranger was but Kinthos could sense their power from his small salt-prison. The nymph beamed as the bushes began to rustle. “It seems I am stuck.” He gestured to the salt circle that surrounded him, “Do me a favor: break the circle?”

[fucksavengers]

@soncfthewitch​​

When Teddy took the role of Kree-Skrull emperor however long ago, some part of him didn’t think it would be an enduring decision. Like his people would split themselves off just as quickly as they united. His leadership skills were never in question; the galaxy around him fostered the hesitancy. But the one thing he never lost confidence about was Billy.

It dawned on Teddy as he came up on ten years of leading the Empire that he’d been married to Billy just as long. That part he almost couldn’t believe. He remembered when they were teenagers in the early days of their relationship, getting to know one another as friends before they became lovers. God, he felt old now. At least he had Billy to feel old with.

The good thing about being emperor was that it meant he could take little breaks throughout the day whenever he deemed fit, and nobody would question him, (Well, most people wouldn’t question him. Lauri-Ell never stopped being an inquisitive one, bless her.) After an afternoon —did they have afternoons in the middle of space?— spent taking audiences with various diplomats and ambassadors, Teddy decided to retire to his and Billy’s chambers for a brief respite. There he found a very pleasant surprise in the form of his lovely husband in the living area.

“You didn’t tell me you were gonna be here,” grins Teddy, pulling Billy into an adoring embrace from behind, kissing on his slender neck. Even after all these years, he still completely dwarfed his better half with that huge, muscled physique of his — though to his credit, Billy had recently put on some mass in his older age that the emperor found very appealing. “Thought you had some superhero-ing to do on Earth... would have put off all my meetings today if I knew you were gonna be here, baby.”