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[fortislumen-a]

i will go down with this ship... // @viividpurity // hippolyta & ravenna.

[snarkofstark-archive]

Pre-IM Starter for @viividpurity​

If there was one positive thing that Tony had learned about his new personal assistent then it was the fact that she was always efficient and also quick to respond whenever he wanted something from her. He had called her around six in the morning, only telling her that there was an emergency and she needed to be at his mansion immediately. Unlike his previous PAs she hadn’t asked many questions and this pleased him immensly. He was never in the mood to explain himself to others after all.

Right now he was in the living room, waiting for the notification that Pepper arrived from Jarvis. She hadn’t been inside his mansion yet, given she had only worked for him for three weeks that wasn’t surprising. His eyes wandered over to the hallway that led to his bedroom. He hoped that his one night stand would continue to sleep for longer. He didn’t want to deal with her whining when she woke up only to find out that she would get thrown out like all the others before her. It always baffled him that most women seemed to think they would receive a different treatment after sleeping with him once. As if he would change over one night. That thought alone was ridiculous.

Tony let out a relieved sigh when Jarvis announced that Virgina Potts had arrived. Finally. With a smile on his lips he stood up and walked towards the hallway while instructing his AI to open the door for her and let her in.

“Miss Potts! Finally! I’ve been waiting for you.” He didn’t even give her the time to say anything. “There is some trash in my bedroom that needs to get thrown out immediately. Like I said on the phone, it’s definitely an emergency. Thanks and that will be all.”

Not even waiting for her response he turned around and made his way towards his workshop downstairs. Some tinkering would help him relax a bit. Maybe he would even come up with another invention.

“I apologize for Sirs behaviour Miss Potts. I am Jarvis. The AI of this household. If there are any questions just direct them to me. I’ll do my best to help.”

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@viividpurity​ | ❛hospital . my muse is told that yours is in the hospital . / from charlie but im sorry

It would almost be funny, the way people hurry to get out of her way as she strides through the halls, her heels clicking sharply against the linoleum floors, but she’s far too afraid to be amused in that moment. It’s not as if Charlie hasn’t had her fair share of close calls since the election came closer, but this is the first time she’s actually ended up in hospital for it, and Lillian’s hands are shaking as she nods to her wife’s bodyguards and steps into the private room. 

Charlie looks small and pale against the hospital sheets, and Lillian hurries forwards, reaching out to cup her cheeks in her hands and leaning down to press their foreheads together. ‘I came as soon as I heard’, she whispers, reluctant to pull away even for a moment, hoping to get her emotions under control before she does. ‘I’m... god, I’m so glad you’re alright’. She pulls back just a little, thumbs stroking over her cheeks, and breathes, ‘how are you feeling?’

[archiveshelassos]

IT’S NEVER JUST ANOTHER day at work. Not with Barbara, who inspires such warmth to coil in Diana’s chest. Not when they’re collaborating, one of them always finding some project or another that they decide will require them to put their heads together. But today, especially, Diana seeks out Barbara, curling her fingers around the blonde’s wrist and pulling her close. 

❛ I have a surprise for you. ❜

@viividpurity​

[cristobalrios]

Sylar’s Best Friend

[ Rios & Laris - @viividpurity​ ]

Cris watched Laris from a distance for almost a full minute before approaching her. Meeting an old friend of his husband was very rare and he always found it fascinating to hear about Sylar from before he met him. Laris being ex-Tal Shiar didn’t exactly endear her to him, and the friction on the ship involving her husband didn’t help (although he tried not to blame Zhaban for what happened; Sylar’s attempt to protect him from Picard’s impatience was going too far, he has a tendency to overreact in protection of his husband). 

He was nervous, apprehensive about meeting her, but Sylar trusted her and he seemed convinced it was not because of his conditioning. Picard also trusted her, enough to live with her and Zhaban and aside from the unfortunate incident towards the end of their mission, Zhaban seemed like a decent man, certainly not the only ex-spy from a questionable organization he was on at least fairly good terms with. “You must be Laris... It’s rare to get to meet an old friend of Sylar’s.” He said. Besides Sylar’s parents, he hasn’t met anyone who was close to Sylar from before he transferred to La Sirena. There was one other person he knew of, but that man was dead now, as of shortly before Picard’s mission began. “My husband thinks very highly of you, which is quite an accomplishment.”

[materialwoman]

those   extra   minutes   in   front   of   the   mirror   still   weren’t   able   to   have   tamasin   showing   up   late;      her   prada   covered   figure   was   the   one   to   blame,      or   maybe   then   the   way   she   had   to   make   sure   it   was   a   perfect   choice   for   such   occasion.      truth   be   told,      she   didn’t   think   one   could   ever   go   wrong   with   prada      --      but   something   had   to   own   fault   for   her   creeping   anxiety   that   night.      quite   the   night,      after   all.      her   life   had   been   suddenly   overflown   with   nights   to   call   unique   ever   since   she   got   that   job,      but   this   one   had   to   claim   a   special   flavour.      she’s   been   working   on   it   for   months;      scribbling   and   sketching   and   creating   thousands   of   drafts,      only   to   make   sure   that   was   the   perfect,      first   of   many   issues   she   properly   had   her   hands   on.      the   fact   she   had   a   date   had   its   role   in   making   her   hands   tremble   slightly,      too.      that   much   was   about   ophelia      --      the   imminence   of   her   presence   brought   a   butterfly   or   two   to   her   stomach,      and   tammy   could   barely   help   a   smile   taking   place   on   her   features   as   she   pictured   showing   the   woman   all   of   the   beautiful   things   she’s   helped   her   create.           ❝           hi   !         i   hope   i’m   not   too   early   ...      i’m   pretty   sure   i’d   explode   if   i   stayed   home   any   longer   .           ❞           it’s   a   bit   of   a   nervous   confession,      from   the   front   of   ophelia’s   house.      she   was   only   meant   to   pick   her   up   in   thirty   minutes,      but   hopefully   the   other   could   keep   her   company   on   those   anxious   moments.            ❝           i   can   wait   outside   if   you’re   not   ready   yet   ,      of   course   ...      but   --      oh   .            ❞             finally,      does   she   allow   herself   to   take   a   proper   look   at   the   woman         (         interrupting   her   own   ramble,      eyes   sparkling   at   the   sight   of   ophelia      )      ,            ❝               you   ...         look   really   good   already   .            ❞

                                 *       ₀₀₂      ,       @viividpurity​​    .      [     ♡     ]

[herheroics]

@viividpurity​ liked for a starter 

       THE RARITY of having a lunch break, that was high. But today, today she got lucky but that’s only because she had work tonight. So, instead of sleeping before her forty-eight hour shift, Maya was standing in the hospital, making her way up to Arizona’s office with lunch in hand. She knew that if she hadn’t seen the blonde today, she probably wouldn’t see her for another four days. at least. making her way through the halls, Maya smiled as she came to a stop when she spotted the blonde of her thoughts standing at the nurses station on the pediatric ward. making her up to the blonde, maya placed a hand on arizona’s hip, leaning forward to whisper in her ear “You look incredibly hot in THOSE SCRUBS.”

[hcretics]

‘I wonder, do you recognise me?’ She stands above the woman, this queen who has worshiped her for years now, despite the fact that she hasn’t had the power to grant her anything. That worship never faulted over the years, though generations before her have forgotten her very name. ‘Will you kneel again?’

@viividpurity​