I'll Never Soften My Grip

ind. sel. pri. multimuse penned by analyse. MOBILE RULES & MUSES

[worldknowshername]

*slams hands on table* daughters of the dragon or it didn’t happen.

[worldknowshername]

strange​:

“Out the ass, as a matter of fact.” They all walked away better than when I found them, but that also says something to the kind of cases I was willing to accept. “Lucky for you since I’ve been declared dead I’ve been officially disbarred, so I can’t charge your insurance anyway.”

“You need a very uncomfortable spell procedure first, which means no liquids. Well… It doesn’t actually, but it decreases your risk of complicating it by throwing up on me. Unless you want to go into the much more expensive version over at Columbia Med, which is about the only place in the city I posthumously have weight to throw around in this area.” He knelt down, seeing the faint sheen of sweat, the clammy pallor, and all the real pain behind it. “And this isn’t time for a McGillicuddy’s cure, I’m afraid.”

“Shit.” A sound slips through Jessica’s teeth, somewhere between an impressed whistle and a hiss of pain. “Don’t tell me you can regrow a spleen.”

In hindsight, she supposed, it was a dumb joke. It left her too vulnerable, exposed. Why else would she be here if it wasn’t for his professional intervention, magical or medical? Because her apartment was a crime scene again. Or maybe because she’d nearly died--maybe she’d even actually died--and her blood still stained the tiles in front of her door. Even if she could get in her apartment, she didn’t think she could sleep.

The real truth was that she hadn’t wanted to be alone. She trusted him. And he was still tolerating her, at least. Both were rare qualities in her life.

That was gross. Sappy and needy. Desperate. Dumb jokes were a better cover than that shit.

“I just need a place to crash,” she continued, unsure if she’d been overthinking for seconds or minutes. “I’ll be out of your hair in the morning.”

[worldknowshername]

random no way home thought: why is peter asking about the consequences of his actions? does this motherfucker not know what cinematic universe he’s in?

[worldknowshername]

idk. the chaotic defenders vibe of stephen strange running around in baggy sweats and a cape brought back my muse.

[worldknowshername]

.felicia hardy/open

“I’m the bad guy. Duh.”

[worldknowshername]

i mean the defenders also don’t have a benefits package. but they’re mostly responsible small business owners. and also a danny. remember the tim misty lost her arm so danny a) just straight up bought a hospital so she didn’t have to pay bills and then b) created a whole division of his company dedicated to better prosthetics? and he didn’t even know misty!

[worldknowshername]

the overwhelming takeaway from the d+ mcu for me is... holy fuck the avengers are the worst employers in the whole universe. there’s insane physical demands, emotional and mental trauma off the chars, constantly forcing people to turn against their morals, everyone’s shit on by the government and pseudo-governmental agencies, there’s a high chance of having your body torn apart after death for “science”.... and these fuckers don’t even get paid.

[worldknowshername]

:starter call

Like for a starter from Colleen Wing.

[worldknowshername]

there should’ve been a movie between aou and cacw. thank you for coming to my ted talk.

[worldknowshername]

why are my eyedrops $1k?! do they have gold flakes them? j f c

[fierymcmehoard]

The ultimate affectionate gestures compilation

Send one of the following prompts for my muse to reach out affectionately to yours !

Feel free to combine them ( example: send [ brush ] + [ push ] for my muse to brush the loose strand of your muse’s hair our of their face and then push it behind your muse’s ear ), reverse them ( example: send [ reverse + caress ] for your muse to caress my muse’s cheek ) and/or add details.

[ brush ] - to brush the hair out of your muse’s face / eyes / forehead

[ push ] - to push the loose strand of your muse’s hair behind your muse’s ear

[ caress ] - to caress your muse’s cheek

[ tilt ] - to tilt your muse’s chin gently to prompt them to make eye contact with my muse

[ curl ] - to curl my muse’s fingers under your muse’s chin while resting a thumb on their cheek, not quite tilting but just… holding

[ cup ] - to cup your muse’s face with my muse’s hands

[ place ] - to place my muse’s hand over your muse’s hand where it’s placed on my muse’s cheek

[ boop ] - to boop your muse on the nose

[ Eskimo ] - to brush my muse’s nose against your muse’s nose as in Eskimo kiss

[ nose ] - to kiss your muse on the nose

[ palm ] - to kiss your muse on the palm

[ knuckles ] - to kiss your muse’s knuckles

[ cheek ] - to kiss your muse on the cheek

[ lips ] - to kiss your muse softly on the lips

[ forehead ] - to kiss your muse on the forehead

[ lean ] - to lean forward and press my muse’s forehead against your muse’s forehead

[ pepper ] - to pepper your muse’s face with kisses

[ eyes ] - to kiss your muse’s closed eyelids

[ tears ] - to kiss away your muse’s tears

[ wipe ] - to wipe away your muse’s tears

[ gaze ] - to gaze into your muse’s eyes

[ roll ] - to roll my muse’s eyes at your muse affectionately

[ scalp ] - to massage your muse’s head

[ pat ] - to pat your muse’s head

[ top ] - to kiss your muse on the top of their head and then settle my muse’s cheek against it while holding them close

[ chin ] - to set my muse’s chin on the top of your muse’s head while holding them close

[ hair ] - to place lots of short, sweet, messy little kisses to the crown of your muse’s hair

[ run ] - to run my muse’s fingers through your muse’s hair

[ twirl ] - to twirl a strand of your muse’s hair around my muse’s finger

[ comb ] - to brush your muse’s hair

[ braid ] - to braid your muse’s hair

[ whisper ] - to lean close to your muse’s ear and whisper something to them

[ tickle ] - to tickle your muse

[ cheer ] - to try to cheer your muse up

[ faces ] - to make funny faces at your muse

[ shove ] - to playfully shove your muse

[ hand ] - to place my muse’s hand on your muse’s shoulder / neck as a way of supporting / comforting / reassuring them that my muse is there

[ shoulders ] - to wrap my muse’s arm around your muse’s shoulders

[ massage ] - to massage your muse’s shoulders and/or neck

[ soothe ] - to rub your muse’s shoulders soothingly

[ rub ] - to rub your muse’s back

[ body ] - to give your muse a full-body massage

[ snuggle ] - to snuggle to your muse’s side

[ support ] - to support your muse with an arm around their waist

[ lift ] - to lift your muse up in my muse’s arms

[ trace ] - to trace your muse’s scar/s with the softest press of my muse’s fingertips

[ ask ] - to ask your muse about their scar/s

[ scar ] - to kiss your muse’s scar/s

[ back ] - to hug your muse from behind

[ rest ] - to hug your muse from behind and rest my muse’s cheek against your muse’s back / shoulder

[ rock ] - to hold your muse and rock gently from side to side

[ tuck ] - to tuck your muse against my muse’s chest, covering them with the front parts of my muse’s jacket / coat, in order to keep them warm

[ head ] - to rest my muse’s head on your muse’s shoulder

[ cover ]  to cover your muse with a blanket / jacket / coat when they’re lying down

[ drape ] - to drape a blanket / jacket / coat over your muse’s shoulders

[ jewelry ] - to put a piece of jewelry around your muse’s neck

[ tie ] - to help your muse do their tie

[ smooth ] - to straighten your muse’s collar / lapel / brush a hand over your muse’s clothes to smooth it out

[ feed ] - to feed your muse

[ drink ] - to help your muse drink

[ pull ] - to pull your muse down to sit on my muse’s lap

[ bed ] - to push or pull your muse back on the bed when they try to get up

[ lap ] - to place my muse’s head on your muse’s lap

[ guide ] - to guide your muse to place their head on my muse’s lap

[ hide ] - to guide your muse to hide their face on my muse’s chest

[ help ] - to give your muse a hand when they’re stepping up or over something

[ touch ] - to touch the back of my muse’s hand to the back of your muse’s hand as if inviting to hold hands

[ thumb ] - to run my muse’s thumb over your muse’s thumb while holding hands

[ hold ] - to hold your muse’s hand and interlace our muse’s fingers

[ fingers ] - to play with your muse’s fingers absent-mindedly

[ nails ] - to tidy your muse’s nails and/or do a manicure

[ makeup ] - to help your muse put on their makeup

[ shapes ] - to trace imaginary shapes on your muse’s skin

[ pain ] - to kiss your muse where it hurts to soothe their pain

[ heartbeat ] - to place my muse’s head upon your muse’s chest, right over their heart, to listen to its beat

[worldknowshername]

Every time Marvel TV rumors kick up or Marvel itself brings up the possibility they’re still canon I’m just like... Daughters of the Dragon or it didn’t happen, bitch.

[worldknowshername]

@strangcrdoctor gets jessica jones

“Christ. Your beside manner is shit, Doc. Did people really pay you for that gloom and doom bullshit?”  Jessica wasn’t actually complaining. She wasn’t stupid enough to come to Strange for comfort. If she wanted comfort, she would’ve stuck with the doctor she was paying. Comfort was futile; a tiny bandaid over a wound that needed stitches. A relentlessly cheery smile telling her she’d lost her fucking spleen.

She fell more than sat in one of the chairs in his sitting room. The one that seemed least likely to up and dump her in another dimension or whatever. The room was already spinning; she didn’t need to add magic on top of it. She curled her feet up under her, boots and all, and lay her head on the arm of her chair like a small child. “Fuck. I need a drink.”

[worldknowshername]

... have I been gone too long to come back?

[cardsvtplxy]

PSA:

Just because I’m not replying to our thread, or your starter doesn’t mean I don’t want to roleplay with you. I’m just slow. Some days I can write a fucking book, some days I can’t even write my own name. It’s in the drafts I promise I am just slow as hell.

[worldknowshername]

MATT (@cfdxspair​) SENT 👐 TO HOLD A BADLY WOUNDED/DYING ELEKTRA

When she closes her eyes, Elektra remembers drowning in blood. Every gasp for air forcing more and more blood into her lungs. She screams and there is no sound. She beats her fists against the stone above until her knuckles are beaten. Her fingers scrabble for purchase, but  it’s slippery and her nails break off before the stone budges.

And then she’s falling, falling, falling.

Elektra opens her eyes just in time to see the Hand’s assassin slip into the murky depths of the Hudson. Her throat stings where the blade had cut her. Of course, he’d known how to kill her. Actually kill her. And not the small temporary deaths that came with being the Black Sky. With being this thing they turned into, brought her back as.

Stick’s voice floats somewhere in the back of her foggy mind: You don’t get to die like this, Ellie. And then her father’s: Faster, Elektra. You’re a winner.

She kicks, then. And keeps kicking until she breaks the surface. Her lungs burn as she gasps for air and coughs up filthy water all at once.

All at once, hands are seizing hers and pulling her up onto the dock. “Matthew...” she tries to whisper. But she coughs and fresh blood spills down her neck. She sinks down into his arms and leans against his chest.

[partsofthemachine]

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