#zilmdat

[orexias]

 she is a flirtatious thing, a wretched little creature whose favorite activities seem to be harassing the local guard with her mischief. all too often is it necessary for one, if not many, of the city watch, or the flaming fist, or a combination of the two are always putting her back where she belongs, inside the iron-fenced walls of the d'angelis estate, if only because it is what mother and father have bade them to do. still, this does not stop her mischevious nature, and she wanders out relatively frequently to test the waters, and the limits.

alas. perhaps this would be a fun game of cat and mouse if it weren't for... him.

@zilmdat , " it looks like you've found me again. "

she turns over her shoulder, sensing his presence, eyes rolling briefly as she looks him over. her arms cross over her chest as she adorns baldur's gate's newest fashions - this dress in particular has a high slit, and a snake motif around the midsection. she is never caught in comfortable clothing, it seems, and it's uncertain at the moment as to whether or not the good mr. barnes is being given an expression of amusement or annoyance.

she is dramatic, here, her wrists extended with the most incredulous sigh, as if to imply he needs to put invisibile handcuffs on her, to return her to her mother and father's suffocating grip. when he doesn't immediately do such a thing, her wrists drop, and she approaches, hands on her back. her hair is longer, here, than it would be in the future, dancing across her shoulders, and falling over one as she tilts her head. " hello, james, " she laughs softly. " must you take me back to the estate? can't we bargain for... oh, an escorted walk? " never make a deal with a warlock, bucky; they're always on the verge of turning it in their favor. (or do - you might have fun in the interim.)

[embya]

 @zilmdat​   ･ﾟ ✧ *

 EXHAUSTION   WASHES   OVER   HER   IN   WAVES,     the   bone   deep   kind   that   feels   like   being   flayed   open,   leaves   all   the   nerves   exposed,   body   too   heavy.   remembers,   even   now,   the   story   grandmama   used   to   tell   her,   the   mermaid   who   gave   her   voice   for   an   unworthy   love,   and   all   her   steps   felt   like   walking   on   knives.   she’s   leaning   against   him,   already   half   asleep,   fingers   curled   into   the   fabric   covering   rigid   metal     ;     it’s   approaching   midnight,   long   past   the   hour   when   she   usually   goes   to   bed,   and   she’s   taken   her   heels   off   already   thirty   minutes   ago,   tied   the   long   train   of   her   dress   around   her   waist.   the   streets   are   empty   and   quiet,   but   when   her   head   tilts   to   look   at   the   stars,   she   only   sees   neon.         ❝     next   time   i   get   an   invite   to   a   party,     ❞         a   yawn   brings   speech   to   a   halt,   turning   to   hide   her   face   into   his   shoulder,         ❝     you   have   my   express   permission   to   throw   it   out.     ❞

[lexipedia-moved]

@zilmdat​  :  ❛  just  say  the  word .   you  know  i’d  do  anything  for  you .  ❜

the  shock  blanket  is  little  comfort,       she  wants  to  be  inside,   with  her  sister,  her  family   —  when  tragedy  strikes  the  hospital,  lexie  wants  to  be  with  someone  other  than  the  unfamiliar  emergency  workers  around  her,   people  she’s  never  seen  before.  when  she  spots  him.  lexie  nearly  sprints  out  of  the  blanket,  reaching  over  past  everyone  blocking  them  off  to  embrace  him.         &   she  knows  just  how  lucky  she  is  to  be  alive.    they  had  lunch  plans.      when   their  entire  world  is  thrown  out.  lexie  takes  a  second  to  exhale  finally  realizing  just  how  close  she  was  to  death,  to  know  that  there  is  still  a  murderer  walking  inside  that  hospital  wheres  reed  —  her  own  friend,  is  gone.   she  shakes  the  thought  off  before  her  hands  keep  shaking  until  she  steadies  herself  in  front  of  him,  carefully  recounting  what  she  can  to  him,  every  moment  played  on  repeat  with  her  memory  so  perfect.          ❝   they  haven’t —  they  haven’t  caught  him.  not  yet.      ❞ 

  it  feels  powerless,  but  she  keeps  trying  to  remind  herself  that  everything  is  being  done,  and  she  holds  on  to  bucky  so  tightly,  she’s  afraid  that  if  she  even   moves,  lexie will  be  back  inside  there,  pushing  the  cart  when  there’s  another  gunshot,   the  blood  of  her  friends  in  front  of  her  again.  leaning  against  his  chest,   his  words  are  quick   to  comfort,  but  the  fear  still  bubbles  in  her  heart,   every  time  she  remembers  what  she’s  survived,   what  she’s  lucky  to  have  made  it  out  from.  as  her  fingers  lace  into   his,  lexie  hears  the  buzz  of  everything  outside  just  pause.   until  the  only  sound  is  their  heartbeats.     ❝     just  don’t  move.  for  just  a  second.   ❞  

[doctrinate]

@zilmdat said: “ forgetting pain is convenient  ,  remembering it  :  agonizing ” did u know i love this game

❝ who would you — james buchanan barnes, winter soldier — be devoid of agony? without the memory of pain? ❞

his chin dips. from the dark depths of the mask, a wry glint flashes in his eye.

❝ far less interesting, i would imagine. ❞

[n1ghtwarden]

claire u always do your muses justice and minth is no different, she’s funny, heartbreaking, and just a skrunkly delight all the same. you always understand your characters without a doubt, and it’s admirable. truly you’re a great writer and i love minthara ( and you !!)

[antlang]

you see , like most professions in the world , there is an art in the way one must navigate and move around in the ant-man suit . but most of it boils down to timing . perfect timing ensures that you can shrink and grow yourself quickly enough that enemies will not see you coming . perfect timing is what make sure you are not gonna be squished to a human pancake in between heavy surfaces because you changed size a little too early .

and most importantly , timing is what will make sure that you land on feet and not on your ass like a fool because you are stupid enough to accidentally change size when you are about to ride your flying ant buddy .

how did he fuck up something so simple ? maybe he's not that good of ant-man after all .

" i'm fine ! i'm , uh ... just need to rest , you know . hero work is hard . " scott says , as he tries to peel himself up from the floor , the weak smile on his face the only thing keeping his dignity together . oh , that fall was fucking bad . he mutters in his mind , once he managed to prop himself against a wall . when he spoke , his voice was a wheeze . " you ... think you can handle the rest of them , bud ? "

@zilmdat.

[brutlist]

     "     𝐮𝐡 𝐨𝐡 . i didn’t do that , did i .     “ 

@zilmdat​ // sc

[nutsaboutbirds]

❝         you’re so late i started making up scenarios in my head to explain your sudden but inevitable disappearance.      a sinkhole opening up.     got caught up brooding too much,  y’lost track of time.     got lost trying to turn left up a street that hasn’t existed since 1983.     you fell down and couldn’t get back up.     got busy trying to perfect your hair.        ❞         sam had nursed his own empty beer bottle for so long,  he’d given up and reclaimed ownership of the one he’d bought for bucky.   give him his dues though,  it’s halfway to empty and the condesation has all been left on a soggy coaster rather than sam’s hand,  so he’d curteously restrained himself for some time.  

      ❝         am i getting any warmer?        ❞    /   @zilmdat​