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#XUNREINX.  Independent multimuse primarily offering muses from DC and Marvel Comics. Novella, multi-para, short replies. Canon with various fandoms, media runs and HEAVY HC influenced. Mutuals only!!! Triggering themes and mature content, follow at your own risk. MINORS DO NOT!

I HAVE BLED FOR DUTY, AND I WOULD BLEED FOR IT STILL

                  STUDY OF      …      envy, control, compassion, growth, pride, finding comfort in ones sins, legacy, unbearable rage, loyalty, recovery, narcissism, madness, curses, the balance of duality, devotion and yearning on the soul, and finding beauty in impurity.

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BRETHREN IN ARMS.                   [ EXCLUSIVE ]                  @rcliicta  ♡ 。blog wide.                   /                  @littlesovietpuppet ♡ 。bucky.                   /                 @ncverdie - @withpcnache - @tri-care ♡ 。blog wide.                   /                  @divinityrisen ♡ 。carol danvers.                   /                  @asgardianhammer ♡ 。thor.                   

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              YET ALWAYS I RESENT IT ALL, FOR IT COST ME. YOU.

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[loggednightmares]

Kink: being called baby in a soft and gentle voice

[survivics]

Watching their exchange with warm eyes that miss nothing, including the too easy way he performs, Sakura is still behind the counter. Her mind working as she calculates how worried she needs to be about this new presence in her and the girl's lives. The real truth though, is that the immediate suspicion that arose in her watching something that should be completely innocuous, was exhausting. She wished a harmless flirtation from a man that clearly was used to a lot of attention, and the way he seemed to show up, could be just that. Harmless.

While Lani is quick to accept the interaction for what it is and recover her money from the jar and place a loud smacking kiss on her cheek before she can complain, she is gone. Her brightness hidden behind the swinging doors to the kitchen.

Alone with Steve now, his careful question has her gaze finding his. Holding the blue green.

"Are you? The problem?"

She asks, surprised at herself for asking more at something he said jokingly.

"I was."

The words are simple, but her gaze shifts to the crowd just outside her doors too pointedly to not contain a question in them. Moving from behind the counter and breezing past Steve's tall form to the front windows where she lowers the blinds to give them, and her other customers some privacy.

Without asking him, she feels him linger. The weight of his attention where most are content to ignore her. Furrowing her brows as she settles the blinds with delicate touches of her scarred pointer finger, her narrow frame filled with words unsaid and energy undecided. A few moments stretching, passing and then releasing with a sigh.

"Why? You have been coming here a few weeks now. I'm not the type to just- you understand, don't you? That whatever you are looking for, whoever you are looking for it's not me, it's not here. It cannot be, Steve. "

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       The  smile  on  his  lips  doesn't  falter  but  the  brightness  in  his  eyes  dims  ever  so  slightly.  He  hadn't  expected  her  to  take  it  that  way,  but  then  it  was  entirely  possible  that  he'd  fallen  for  the  same  para  social  mistakes  others  have  before.  Mistaken  professional  charm  for  interest,  following  her  gaze  to  the  people  still  meandering  in  small  bursts  of  movement  outside  the  cafe.  He  was  going  to  have  to  talk  to  them  about  that  it  seemed,  if  it  was  making  her  upset.  That  had  never  been  his  intention. 

       And  then  he's  settled  into  more  familiar  territory,  though  it  used  to  be  him  asking  the  questions,  demanding  an  answer  that  will  make  sense.  How  was  he  meant  to  explain  that  he'd  liked  the  quiet  strength  that  could  be  felt.  The  bond  the  women  shared  felt  familiar,  though  he  knew  better  to  speak  on  it,  pinching  off  a  bit  of  the  crumble  to  tuck  into  his  mouth.  Teeth  scraping  over  fingerpad  to  clean  it  he  considered  how  to  answer. 

"The  crumble  reminds  me  of  my  Ma's  for  one.'

       To  start,  though  he  hadn't  been  able  to  resist  returning  to  watch  her  work.  When  she  wasn't  focused  on  him,  and  the  past  that  shadowed  the  backs  of  her  eyes,  there  was  a  quiet  peace  about  her  that  hooked  him.  Called  him  back  like  a  lullaby  that  eased  the  aches,  quieted  the  roar  of  the  past  that  filled  his  brain  with  static.  It  was  selfish,  Steve  could  see  that  now,  even  if  he'd  not  meant  to  distress  her  he'd  done  so. 

"And  for  two,  that's  wrong.'

       He  doesn't  know  how  he'll  manage  to  get  around  the  walls,  or  if  he  can  ever  manage  to  get  over  them.  But  the  answer  to  most  questions  of  that  nature  is  patience,  which  he  unfortunately  doesn't  have  in  abundance  normally.  This  isn't  a  normal  circumstance  though,  she's  taken  space  in  his  imagination,  sketchbooks  littered  with  her  smile,  the  way  her  eyes  look  peering  through  her  hair.  Not  that  he  can  show  her,  not  now,  maybe  never.  An  if  is  reason  enough  to  press,  gently,  to  work  his  way  closer  though  it  may  take  time.

"Not  very,  but  definitely  a  miscalculation.'

[psychoanalyzeme-blog]

star tour with mads mikkelsen ( x )

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Mads Mikkelsen by Kenneth Willardt

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Lucifer vol.2 || requested by @eizenmark

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@vallorouslly sent a raven: Logan wouldn't say he took any time off, he didn't really see a need to when he could work with Lucifer any night he wanted. For once, on one of his breaks, he happened to share a drink with him at the bar when someone seemed to be oogling Lucifer: Logan glared hard, keeping an eye on them whilst sipping what remained of his beverage. While he didn't own Lucifer, there was still a rather vicious jealousy prickling the back of his neck all the same. It only worsened when the person decided to lay a hand on Luci's forearm, to draw his attention, yet it lingered too long for the blonde's tastes. Finger going to his earpiece, he murmurs for one of the bouncers to make his way up just in case, and Logan has had more than enough of the sight when that hand slides up Lucifer's arm further. Drink clunks down as he purses his lips, standing and further grabbing the stranger and tugging. "That's enough." He says, a bit roughly, a glare leveled at them with little in the way of professionalism. The person wriggles, their other hand disappearing behind them and Logan doesn't take any chances: further wrestling the stranger into a defensive hold to keep them immobile, Logan levels a growl, low enough he is certain Lucifer can't hear him: "He's mine. Hands off."

       It  would  never  cease  to  amuse  him,  the  possessive  nature  of  humans.  The  greed  of  such  short  lived  creatures  leading  to  the  evolution  of  jealousy,  obsession.  And  if  he  fed  into  that  occasionally  that  was  no  one's  business  but  his  own,  purposefully  letting  a  drop  of  the  liquor  escape  the  corner  of  his  mouth.  Let  it  roll  down  to  his  jaw,  bead  there  before  lifting  his  hand  to  drag  it  back  up  to  his  mouth  with  the  pad  of  his  thumb.

That  could  have  been  your  tongue,  the  act  mocked,  your  mouth  capturing  mine.

       Instead  he  was  jostled  by  some  patron  wishing  to  get  closer  to  him,  taking  a  moment  to  ascertain  whether  it  be  human,  or  simply  human  skinned.  No,  just  some  jealousy  turned  to  wrath,  already  bored  before  they'd  spoken.  But  not  Logan,  he  could  practically  hear  the  way  the  muscles  tensed  as  he  stiffened  in  outrage.  The  call  for  security,  which  had  always  been  for  the  clientele,  but  he  can't  seem  to  get  Logan  to  understand  what  immortal  flesh  meant  no  matter  how  many  times  he's  given  up  close  investigation  of  every  inch.

"Darling...'  Too  much  laughter  in  his  tone  to  be  a  proper  warning,  finishing  his  drink  to  finally  give  the  insignificant  interruption  his  proper  attention.  "I  thought  you  said  I  was  your  main  concern  for  the  evening?  So  why  are  you  manhandling  anyone  other  than  me?'

[girlzoid]

i dont "struggle" with isolation, i'm actually soooooo super fucking good at it

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okay so that's the last ask from last month that got chucked into the drafts . I've still got like 10 or so in my inbox from this month but some of those asks , see bear's , have been in there AGES . anyways i'm eepy so i'm gonna do some copy paste bio work

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@absolutebataf sent a raven: ❛ think of it as a compliment. ❜ [to (your choice): Dent, Joker, Crane, Kyle, Brown, Sionis]

“Oddly  enough,'  he  could  feel  the  creak  in  his  jaw,  gritting  his  teeth  behind  a  tight  lipped  smile.  ”It  doesn't  really  come  across  that  way.'

       When  he'd  decided  to  blow  up  that  run  down  section  of  Old  Gotham,  he  hadn't  expected  to  find  himself  blown  through  some  dimensional  shift.  He'd  been  expecting  to  land  in  the  Bay.  Now  he  was  staring  at  graffiti  on  a  building  that  was  not  his  own,  fighting  the  urge  to  shoot  the  man  who'd  complimented  his  spats  by  calling  him  a  brave  soul. 

       Joke  was  on  him  though,  he  wasn't  wearing  spats,  he  was  in  a  comfortable  loafer  that  just  looked  fancy.  His  skin  just  happened  to  be  remarkably  pale.  Reaching  out  for  the  brick,  he  hesitated  to  touch  it.  It  wasn't  his  Gotham,  finally  turning  to  face  the  speaker  and  pausing  as  he  had  to  look  up,  and  then  up  some  more. 

"What  the  hell  kind  of  chemicals  do  you  people  have  in  the  water?'

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@starboipersona sent a raven: What that tail do? ~ Kurt Wagner

       The  grin  is  all  teeth,  perched  on  the  shoulders  of  a  gargoyle  as  the  aforementioned  tail  wrapped  around  the  gargoyle's  throat.  A  fair  question,  though  Kurt  wasn't  sure  this  was  quite  the  time  to  go  into  explicit  detail.  Perhaps  later,  eyeing  the  other  man  before  turning  his  attention  back  to  their  mission. 

"Perhaps  later,  my  charming  friend.' 

       It  wouldn't  even  take  all  that  much  persuading  for  a  small  demonstration.  Better  to  start  there  than  the  other  unique  trait. 

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@rcliicta sent a raven: ✦ 24 — "You infuriate me because you make me feel things I've never felt before!" - witcher angela to cain / abel

"So  we  should  stop?'

       Ignoring  the  soft  protest  from  his  brother,  Cain  finished  removing  the  armor  that  had  been  applying  much  needed  pressure  against  the  wound.  He  hadn't  even  noticed  it  until  he'd  gone  to  put  her  on  that  damned  horse  of  hers  and  she  noticed  the  puddle  that  had  been  steadily  growing  at  his  feet.  It  wasn't  as  if  it  were  the  first  time  either  of  them  had  been  injured,  it  came  with  the  territory,  but  she  always  took  it  so  personal. 

       Though  that  may  be  due  to  some  sort  of  misplaced  guilt  about  her  use  of  quickening  spell  from  the  staff  she  channeled  through.  Never  knew  a  sorceress  that  would  tolerate  such  a  visible  crutch  to  begin  with.  But  he  did  have  to  admit  that  he  enjoyed  it  a  little  too  much,  watching  Abel  roll  his  eyes  in  disgust  before  moving  towards  the  medicine  shelf  to  grab  fresh  bandages. 

“It's  an  improvement  then.'  He  caught  her  wrist  to  still  her  when  she  was  too  aggressive  with  wiping  at  the  wound.  ”It  used  to  just  be  our  'recklessness'  that  infuriated  you.  Abel's  unrelenting  pressure  for  intimacy,  and  my  own  aversion  to  it.'

       Was  that  a  tremble  to  her  fingertips?  Was  she  recalling  the  first  surrender  or  the  more  recent?  Or  it  could  be  that  his  fingers  were  cutting  off  circulation  and  she  wasn't  strong  enough  to  pull  herself  free.  Releasing  her  was  easy  enough,  reaching  for  the  bottle  of  spirits  near  his  hip.  But  she'd  lifted  her  eyes  to  his  and  had  yet  to  release  herself. 

"Keep  looking  at  me  like  that  and  I'll  make  you  feel  something  new.'

[vallorouslly]

Surely by now they both know the tells of one another, they've been working together long enough to understand subtleties and be able to read them effortlessly. Logan just prefers to ask first, and when he notes how words are spoken and that smile, false and infamous, the blonde shakes his head delicately and grasps one of Steve's hands.

"Come on. I'll help." Voice is gentle, the burn of his throat sears from all the yelling, so he doesn't elevate it here. Instead, he tugs the Captain along to where they will find respite and cleanse the battle from spines ready to bend instead of remain rigid. Once they're in the bathroom, Logan closes the door for what privacy they can maintain, movements practiced and fluid to fill the big tub with hot water and gather towels to place nearby.

Only when he's assessed the water begins to pool low in the tub, bloodshot eyes return to Steve, and hands reach up to begin undoing the straps and buttons. A medley of connections to ensure proper protections stay in place, and Logan knows his way around it by now well enough. His own armor mirrors it, but he'll remove his own after Steve is tended to. He matters more anyways.

Voice is locked away in favor of the ritual of removal, gently coaxing the other's plates off above his head, placing them on the counter nearby and daring to edge up the undershirt, waiting for permission.

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       He  almost  pulls  back,  just  on  principle.  On  the  fact  that  he's  the  one  that's  supposed  to  be  indestructible,  an  ideal  made  flesh  isn't  supposed  to  need  help.  It's  supposed  to  reach  out  to  others  in  order  to  lift  them  up,  not  hang  like  dead  weight  as  the  once  rigid  spine  refuses  to  bend  the  right  way  from  exhaustion.

"If  you  wanted  to  see  me  naked,'  he  starts,  watching  Logan's  face  as  he  lets  the  lazy  drawl  fall  past  a  curl  of  lips  more  smirk  than  smile. 

       And  he  could  back  it  up  if  pressed,  but  God  the  idea  of  sinking  into  scalding  water  and  letting  his  muscles  just  relax.  Something  he  gets  to  do  so  rarely  it's  an  almost  holy  experience  each  time.  That  feeling  isn't  helped  in  the  slightest  with  the  damn  near  reverent  way  Logan  is  removing  clothes,  lifting  his  arms  in  silent  permission  curious  just  how  far  he's  willing  to  go. 

“You  could  make  me  something  terrible,  you  know  that?'  The  words  are  too  soft  for  him  to  hear,  so  he  doubts  Logan  would  even  pick  up  on  them,  but  he's  not  wrong.  This  level  of  devotion  is  dangerous,  bust  so  god  damned  useful.  ”Shower  first,  get  a  good  rinse,  then  soak  with  me?'

[biohazardvillage]

CHRIS REDFIELD [1/?]

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rcliicta sent a raven: ✦ 35 — “Yes, I’m jealous! Of course I’m jealous! How could I not be when I’m desperately in love with you?” - elios to eira

       An  eyebrow  raises  slowly,  feeling  the  flare  of  heat  press  against  her  skin  even  as  she  reaches  out  with  bone  white  fingers  to  soothe  him.  Eira  hadn't  been  aware  that  jealousy  was  an  option  for  the  old  god,  hearing  the  soft  sizzle  of  the  hoarfrost  that  coated  her  meet  that  heat.

"What  a  fool  thing  to  do,'  summoning  a  wind,  she  lifted  herself  upwards  feeling  her  form  thin  as  it  threatened  to  break  apart  before  solidifying.  "They're  a  blink  of  our  eye,  love.  You  won't  remember  them  in  our  tomorrows.'

       The  mortal  who'd  been  dancing  with  her  upon  the  hill  was  already  being  forgotten,  body  broken  from  slipping  on  snow  melted  to  refreeze  into  ice.  His  startled  expression  lingered,  the  way  his  fingers  had  grasped  for  hers  when  they'd  been  incorporeal.  She  only  forced  herself  to  focus  on  compacting  the  flurry  of  flakes  into  something  graspable  for  one  creature.

       Though  that  didn't  mean  much  when  he  was  rumbly  like  this,  a  walking  furnace  seeking  to  undo  all  that  hard  work  in  a  fit  of  temper.  Lips  brushing  his  forehead,  she  refused  to  be  pulled  close  to  him,  staying  just  within  reach  of  his  hands  and  little  else.  He'd  melt  her  for  the  joy  of  it  then  grouse  that  she'd  left.

"Dance  with  me?'

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@rcliicta sent a raven: ✦ 12 — “You asked for honesty. Here it is: I’m in love with you and it’s ruining my life.” - belle to gaston

       Well  it  wasn’t  completely  unexpected,  ignoring  the  last  bit  of  her  tirade  to  focus  on  the  important  thing.

       He’d  won.

       As  he’d  always  known  he  would,  a  self  satisfied  smirk  settling  on  his  lips  as  he  generously  celebrated  his  victory  in  silence.  A  weaker  man  would  need  to  verbally  confirm  such  things,  asking  if  she  were  sure,  when  did  it  happen.  None  of  that  mattered.

“I’m  glad  to  hear  you  say  it.’

       Graciousness  in  the  face  of  an  opponent’s  loss  was  very  important,  at  least  when  they’d  been  worthy.  And  by  God  the  woman  had  carried  on  so,  dragging  her  heels,  keeping  that  pert  little  nose  in  the  air.  To  be  fair  when  talking  to  him  she  had  little  other  option,  tiny  little  thing.  But  fierce.  They  were  going  to  make  a  magnificent  brood!

“Now,  I  know  you  think  having  this  many  libraries  is  necessary,  but  I  feel  like  at  least  two  of  them  would  make  better  trophy  rooms.’  From  their  hunts  together,  which  he’d  never  really  considered  before.  But  Belle  was  almost  as  good  as  a  man  in  some  ways,  so  why  not  see  if  she  could  hunt  like  one?  “Or  nurseries  if  you’d  prefer  to  stay  home.  But  if  I  recall  correctly,  you’ve  always  had  your  nose  in  books  sniffing  for  adventures  you  couldn’t  go  on.  So…  You  can  come  with  me,  if  you  want.’

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@angcltouched sent a raven: ❛ i’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜ ( asterion to hades )

       Not  the  best  one,  eyeing  the  mortal  sitting  across  them  whose  arrogant  expression  was  very  much  reminding  Hades  of  that  man  who'd  invited  himself  and  Odysseus  to  his  dinner  table.  Had  had  the  audacity  to  demand  his  wife  and  expect  no  retribution.  The...  vibe,  that  was  the  word,  was  the  same.  Breath  stealing  gall  in  the  face  of  absolute  ruin.  Were  he  a  younger  god  he  might  allow  it,  might  set  loose  Asterion  to  do  as  he  saw  fit.

       But  he'd  matured.  Had  never  been  quite  as  rash  as  his  younger  siblings,  fingers  skimming  over  the  skin  of  his  wrist  that  was  roughened,  a  subconscious  change,  a  reminder  of  decades  spent  curled  about  his  younger  siblings  in  an  attempt  to  try  to  shield  them  when  the  danger  was-  Taking  a  deep  breath  which  wasn't  noticed  by  the  man  still  monologuing.

"If  his  child  was  of  age  to  take  the  reins,  yes.  But  his  vrykolakasof  a  wife  would  drain  the  company  to  dregs  before  the  child  aged  a  year.'

       Maybe  if  he  took  the  child  as  ward  he  could  have  his  solicitors  draft  a  vicious  take  over  that  he  could  relinquish  at  the  right  time.  Something  to  consider,  where  this  man's  grandiose  plans  were  not.