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@halfdent ASKED: “ I was naive .” (HARVEY)

The Spider was like a bad cold: he just kept coming back. At least this time, he remembered the words of his Aunt and had brought a gift for his 'host'. She would have been appalled if he went to see a friend empty handed.

He'd come with two different boxes of dollar store desserts ( that was all he could afford right now). At least he'd paid attention to which kinds of flavors both Mr. Dent and Mr. Face had liked.

"I don't think you were naive." He replied, " if anything, it sounds like you were pragmatic."

The spider thought on this a moment more, taking the other's words in with serious consideration.

"Well... it sounds like it boiled down to one thing really: this sort of thing shouldn't be allowed." He laughed and the sound was nothing more than a gust of air passing through his teeth. His mask expanded against the breath, "And this argument is shit. Take away the camouflage and the coverup and the victim blaming and what you really have is a nut job saying  “'I do not consent to this and i am not comfortable with my own personal agency'. Gee, that's everywhere with folks." He shifted his weight on his feet and continued.

" Listen, any normal guy off the street has the critical and, i should hope, the comprehensive thinking skills to look at everything around them and take it all in---normally. " he was talking with his hands, " See, he says “'huh, this is something that i do not consent to. This makes me uncomfortable. this doesn’t seem like my kind of thing'. and just keeps on walking!

" But what happened with you, Mr. Dent? From what you've said you ran into the real scary people. My, uh, my friend's dad, Mr. Osborn, oh but that's back home you wouldn't know who he is-- Well, he used to say that a person who is not comfortable  or confident with their own personal agency goes through this in-depth thought process in response to what they are taking in, or trying to think about. It's like... How did he put it...? Ah!" The Spider snapped is fingers as he gathered his thoughts.

"He stops and says ' I do not consent to any of this. I do not like what's happening. It's scary. it's different. I do not feel that I am in a safe enough space to withhold my consent. i feel unsafe. i need to be protected. i can’t make it about my feelings, because i am not allowed to. Why am I not allowed to?' and then this sense of displacement happens and that's where the scary stuff starts. Now, it's not about him. No, now this guy, he says others need to be protected. and it comes back to the thick and thin of it. This should not be allowed."

Beneath his mask, Peter frowned. He felt proud that he could talk this way with Mr. Dent, and at the same time felt homesick and out of place in this world. He wanted to go home to his Aunt May and hear her ask if he wanted canned Cambell's soup. He was tired. He wanted to be done.

Being done simply wasn't an option.

" And that's how good people get hurt. That's-that's how you got hurt. It shouldn't have happened. " he concluded. " it shouldn't have happened at all, Mr. Dent."

[ofthewhitehands]

@withinycu (JAIME)

"You seem upset."

She left her hand hang at her side so that he might take it. She wanted him to. She wanted to squeeze his hand to assure him of things.

She never liked the Septs. The faith of the seven was something she could never understand. How did their gods see them? It was so stifling, so, she simply did not go. She wanted to go back to their home. Her gods could not see there either, but she loved the garden and the flowers that grew there.

Kings Landing was such a foreign place. A summons simply wasn't refused, especially when his father was hand to the king. She had only wanted to see the gardens, they said the weirwoods had been here once before they cut them down, blinding the gods.

At least a garden was natural in a place like this. She hadn't expected to come across Prince Rhaegar. The last she had seen of him was at the tourney at Harrenhal. He had named her the Queen of Love and Beauty.

She had thought that the end of it.

"What would you have had me do?" she asked softly, her hand flexed, waiting for him to take it, "He is a strange person." she whispered. "We talked of the garden-- and his children."

[redkeep-trio]

He hated demons.

Xander resisted the urge for the fifth time that hour to just say fuck it and leave. He was so tired of this pompous pea-cocking that Asmodeus had been doing ever since he arrived for this little meet up. Look at my lovely army of demons cambion, look at my dangerous artifacts cambion, look at this willy nilly show of powers I did for fun cambion. 

If Asmodeus called him cambion one more time he was gonna cut his tongue out of his Colonel Sanders looking head.

Perhaps the only upside to this entire encounter was that Xander was going to get a lot out of it if he agreed to some kind of partnership. Because apparently demons were all stupid and because some other cambion in the past had insane powers they assumed he did too. Which luckily meant every time he got just a little too close to other demons they flinched away and it was the most satisfying thing ever.

They were now headed down into some kind of dungeon, and Xander wanted to roll his eyes at the stereo-typicality of it all but before he could do so there was something, niggling at the edge of his senses. It certainly didn’t feel like a demon, if anything it felt more like Asmo did and Xander did not like the idea of there being another high demon down here. Asmodeus stopped in front of one of the cells then opened it and stood to the side, looking entirely too proud of himself.

“And here, is my most valuable possession.”

Xander couldn’t believe his fucking eyes. An angel. That was a damn angel that Asmo had chained up and looking miserable and terrified and ‘oh god are those stitches in his mouth??’ He stepped past Asmodeus and into the cell, ignoring the quiet little attempt to dissuade him as he crossed over to the angel and knelt down in front of them. Then softly, but with as much venom in his voice as he could muster he said “Asmodeus. I’m going to give you 3 minutes to leave before I rip you and all your goons into little pieces.” There was a choked protest and he turned just enough to glare over his shoulder. “Starting now. Beat it.”

And maybe it was something in his tone or just the way that everything about him screamed ‘I’m gonna follow through with that if its the last thing I do’ but Asmodeus’ eyes widened before he took off with his demons in tow. Lovely, now he just needed to get out of here before they wizened up. He turned back to the angel.

“It’s alright, I’m not going to hurt you. I promise.”

@bravelittletrickster

[forvistxkonge]

From -  [x]

{~♚  After all this, the last thing he wanted to do was deal with Anna nagging him about his injuries. Especially since she seemed so displeased about even having to deal with him, let alone with him being injured. So he sends her the best scowl he can muster before leaning further against the railing for support. 

      “Please, do not act so concerned about     my situation Princess. Just...see how far     Sitron has gone. I can check the severity     of the injuries myself.” 

  He is sure nothing is broken, but something might be twisted or...possibly popped out place. Having hit his head as well didn’t make things any easier. Why had he even agreed to try going back to Arendelle in the first place? It isn’t like people there would revel in his arrival, he had attempted to fix the winter and bring back summer by killing the queen that did it to the land and leaving the strawberry blond princess in front of him to freeze to death. 

  So what was in it for him again? He would need to remember to pose this question to her and see if she would grace him with an answer.  ♚~}

@arendelliansovereign​

[driftsetadrift]

So I uh... made all the changes you recommended. You wanna try them?

“You bet I do!” He’s gonna give Brainstorm a little cheek smooch.

“These look great Brainstom, you put a lot of work into these.”

[severus-snape-of-spinners-end]

❛ dark magic is wonderful, you learn the most from it. ❜

✧  MAGIC  SENTENCE  STARTERS. || Accepting

“What did you do now?” Severus asked his friend as he joined Calleo in his office. Severus needed to make a trip to the ministry for an appointment he had and afterwards decided to make a stop by Calleo’s office to see how his friend was doing. 

Calleo had a better understanding of some of the more complex curses and spells, and Severus would often bounce ideas with him to test out new potions or spells.

“Did you find out something new?”

[angrophobicscientist-a]

Continuing from [x] with @deafarcher.

“I’m not sure what’s going on,” Clint admitted, “But when a hole in the universe opens up and what looks like a grenade comes flying at you, releasing a yellow colored gas as it bounces, getting off this floor in a hurry sounds like a really good idea.” 

Bruce glanced over his shoulder, feeling Hulk tugging to get free. “I agree, running seems good.” Though, just running blindly was never a good idea. “We should find the others.” A dimensional rip, which was what it seemed to be, was most likely not something they could deal with just the two of them.