#intombed

[sxrgeantbarnes]

@intombed | starter call ft. Alpine

When he opens his door to see the woman standing there, he assumes she’s a unknown neighbor. There was no knock, and the hallways of his apartment building are always much too busy with families of all ages running up and down stairs to assume someone standing by his door is looking for him. Really, he’d think anyone seeking him out would try to be a lot more stealthy, considering he can’t imagine any desire to contact him is one of good intentions. “Do you need something…” The end of his sentence trails off as he stares at her, recognition pulling at his gut though he can’t quite place her. Not at first. Not for several seconds, until—

Alpine squirms under his arm, mewing unhappily at the way his grip involuntarily tightens. The bell on her harness breaks him out of his uneasy surprise. His past never really stays in the past, always creeps up on him— not that he deserves anything less. “I don’t want any issues—” He stops himself before saying her name, he doesn’t have that right. His other arm reaches up to secure Alpine’s wriggling body, taking steps with her towards the front door of the building, “If you can, try to keep my cat out of this, she’s innocent. Most of the time. Some of the time.”

#/ he thinks a fight might break out but hes still going to take his cat for a walk bc priorities #intombed

[ascendgravity-archived]

"you are very violent," the widow smirked as she watched the wolverine hack her way through the wave of bad guys charging them. honestly, laura could do all the work and nat could watch with a bowl of popcorn.

"remind me not to get on your bad side." @intombed

#intombed #. narrated by › natalia romanova #. interaction › queue

[defectivexfragmented]

@intombed wants to ring in the new year with sin!

The mission hadn't exactly according to plan with a woman flirting with him at the bar of the gala and the next thing Matt knew Elektra was holding his hand as she led away, the woman still standing there in confusion. Lips curling into a smirk, he allowed himself to be led through the crowd without argument towards the entrance to the ballroom. Past the entrance was the main hallway with the coat closet and doorway to the bar, the heavy scent of cigar emanating from it making his nose scrunch in disgust. Thankfully, she went for the coat closet, not even bothering to check if the coast was clear before she slipped inside and pulled him in behind her.

#intombed #muse: matthew - let the devil out - murdock

[hopebore]

@intombed: "i have an admittedly insane idea." from wifey bc ✨why not✨ | accepting

"I'll take any we can get." No risk was greater than letting a Sith hunter escape into the Core Worlds to bring about more death and despair. Each time Luke was taking another step closer, the hunter was already three steps ahead. Perhaps he'd been too preoccupied in doing everything on his own, that he'd forgotten to ask for help or inquired another set of eyes to see the gaps in his strategy—no doubt there were many obvious ones. "What do we do?" he asked, Mara's presence calming the faint worry in his tone.

#intombed #intombed. mara #answered. #v. jedi master #(i was going through the pages related to the s.hadow of the s.ith novel sksksk so i may or may not have been inspired)

[farforvdova]

(   memories feel like weapons.   )        she jumped from slumber,  shaking and sweaty.  a nightmare that had been sneaking into her sleep far more often lately. . .  a series of traumatizing moments where she’s strapped down,  blank stared,  &  tortured.  it felt too real.  she was called by a name she could had never heard.  every morning she told herself the same things  :   it’s just a dream.  you are not anya. you are not blonde.  your name is anna.   -    what a strange ritual to have.  

she shakes it all away and reaches over to the empty side of the bed.  eyes open and she realizes her partner in crime was missing.  she always found herself waking alone.  david worked so hard . . . but one day she would like to wake wrapped around him skin to skin.  

quickly,  with the hope he had not yet escaped out the door,   anna jumps to her feet and wraps herself in a short black satin and lace robe.  she moved quietly  -  something she was good at was cat like reflexes.  she didn’t know where they came from,  but it made moments like this easier. 

anna comes down the stairs,  avoiding the creaks and sneaks into the kitchen as david hovers with the coffee pot in his hand.  she stops for a moment,  noticing his coffee mess.  a brow quirks but she doesn’t question it.  instead, anna comes up behind him and snakes her arms between his arms and torso.  long,  slender fingers stretch out over his chest as she presses her lips into the back of his neck,  struggling on her tiptoes.  when she speaks,  she wonders if he can hear the smile on her lips.  

“ stay with me. ”    anna knows he will deny the request,  but it didn’t hurt to ask.  lips move to get as close to his ear as possible . . .  “ tell them you’re sick. ” ( @intombed )

#𝔦. a product of who we are / closed starters . #𝔦. memories feel like weapons / anna & daniel ( intombed. special verse. ) #intombed

[tornreality]

symbol meme starters.

@intombed sent: (secret) / lorna @ wanda

Soft words were whispered into her ear, Wanda’s eyes fixed on Pietro as Lorna was confessing what she had spotted recently. His cheeks were reddening, clearly embarrassed about what Lorna was about to reveal to her sister.

At the news, Wanda’s lips curled into a small ‘ o ‘, eyes widening slightly at the revelation. Only to soften once the information had sept in, looking at her sister with an amused expression. “Oh.. you don’t say.”

Red lips curled into a smug smile from the news she had received, fingers linking between her sister’s as she softly tugged her with her, wanting to tease their brother. A twinkle was evident in Wanda’s eyes as she looked at Pietro, mischief present. She wanted to have a little fun. “Pietro.. pa zašto mi niši rekla ti imaš jedan djevojka.”

He deserved good things happening to him, but Wanda wasn’t going to miss a chance of making fun of her brother.

#intombed #( interaction. / wanda maximoff. ) #( pietro... why didn't you tell me you have a girlfriend. ) #( queue. / we run. we run away. ) #( also i know you don't really write her anymore but i wanted to respond to this! thank you so much! <3 )

[firelightfables-arc]

❝ i’ve seen the look on a man’s face when he realises he’s going to die. ❞

angela is willing to listen, go on, @intombed​ (loki)

A brow raised under gold helm, an uncertain, tentative curl her lips. The prince of lies, he may be, but even Angela can sense the undercurrent of truth that came with such a statement. Though what he means of it...well, it is hard to tell. “I would not think this is the first time, brother. Don’t tell me it’s made you reconsider your ways.”

#intombed #( visage : angela ) #( aksjfls omg first time getting to use her ty!! ) #( also hi hi! )

[unwedead]

@intombed (danil) said:  “ you’re about as intimidating as a butterfly. ”

     “  — lepidopterophobia, ”  she says (and correctly too, she’s looked this one up), turning from where she was refilling the coffee pot behind the counter to face the man on the other side.  “ some people are afraid of butterflies. ”  it’s said very matter-of-factly, like a warning that even the least intimidating creature had those who feared it.  there’s a small shrug of her shoulder as she pours the coffee into a half empty mug in front of him, eyes settling on the half-eaten food on his plate.

“ looks can be deceiving. ”  her back is turned to him once more to place the coffee pot back where it goes and she leans back against the counter as she faces him again.  “ or don’t judge a book by its cover...whatever proverb you wanna go with i guess.  people might say the same thing about you, after all... ”

#intombed #( inbox. ) #waitressing years cccc:

[starsinshadows]

@intombed​ might have to work for her standards...

          ❝ i’ve jumped from higher places. ❞  / danil to gamora! 🛸

     “If that’s true, then you’re a more durable Earther than the last one and I will be impressed,” she said, tightening a strap on her weaponry and glancing at him. “If you break your legs, I will leave you here, though.”      Would she? Only one way to find out.

#intombed #[mmm you really gonna send ben barnes at me like that okay] #⭐ gamora; interactions #⭐ gamora || i'm a warrior and an assassin. i don't dance. [v. guardian]

[sithstolen]

    the red of her saber blurs the lines of her vision,  it enflames the look in her eyes.  sersi’s words only cause her to tighten her grip around her sabers hilt,  knuckles drained until they’re white.  jaw clenches to the point that it shoots a pain into her ears. she feels frozen in her place staring down her former apprentice   -   the one she was able to save.  force out of the empires grip.  she almost climbed out herself but they managed to catch up to her in the end.  tara glares in sersi’s direction but she can’t speak,  can’t move.   what was she supposed to do?   give up and kill the girl or give up and let the empire take her?

@intombed​  :    "technically you won't kill me, because i gave it to you. do it properly, then." / 🧐 sersi

#intombed #𝔦. a flower growing in the darkness / tara & sersi ( intombed . ) #𝔦. never place your trust in us / answered asks .

[defectivexfragmented]

"you owe me a new camera, murdock." / jess is still fussy about it :)

"I was acting in self defense, Jessica. If you didn’t want your camera broken, you shouldn’t have threatened me. Also, why would you admit to having evidence on someone in such a way? It's like asking to have your evidence destroyed. Aren't PI's supposed to be coy?"

@intombed

#intombed #muse: matthew - let the devil out - murdock #ohhh #I'm sorry #he's a shit

[dingvs]

      NO MATTER HOW MANY times he came into these situations they would never settle themselves as normal in his mind. The smallest group of random kids (with a few adults peppered in) knew about the reality of Hawkins ... the experiments, the lab, the other world nestled just a fleshy portal away. Every time Steve thought that his life would return to some semblance of normal he was reminded that he didn’t remember what normal felt like. And every time he tried to shield his friends from that other world breaking through someone else was dragged in by their ankles, against their will. Max had been shoved into the center of attention (a fact that made Steve deeply uncomfortable) with Eddie introduced to the party as collateral damage. Now it was Sersi’s turn.

      Wrapping his fingers, his palms, around the base of the nail bat was the wrong kind of familiar. Cleaving into unknown creatures with all of the strength that he could muster in his once wiry frame felt better than defending himself against that onslaught of a feral Billy Hargrove (a beating he happily took to keep both Max and Lucas out of the line of fire). These were things he could kill, things he had to destroy to keep himself and his friends safe. And as much as he felt that dread built in his chest, at the base of his spine at the knowledge that there would be yet another episode of weird shit going on, it was a good source of stress relief.

      So he kept swinging. He tuned out the sound of unnatural screeching with each hit, the squelching of foreign flesh, black ichor arcing in impressive shapes with connection after connection, until the lights stopped blinking rapidly. Until safety, however momentary, was achieved. He’d seen, from peripheral vision, her own form of self defense. When the onslaught tapered off and finally stopped he felt his chest heave ---deep breaths drawn in from air that felt stagnant and heavy with the would-be pollen particles (or whatever the hell it was in here). Before Sersi could protest further he took a few steps toward her, slipped his hand into her own, and tugged her down the hallway of the house, the rest of the party following suit in their own order and fashion. He would have liked to keep her out of all of this, but once the veil was pulled back ...

      “ I would say this is going to sound crazy, but I mean ... hello. ” He gestured to the blue-tinted hell they took cover in, stragglers ensuring nothing else lingered that needed putting down before busying themselves with ensuring everyone was in one piece. “ There was a lab in the woods. This girl, Eleven, came from there. They did weird mind experiments and shit on her, and she has powers. But she opened this gate thing when she escaped years ago, and this shit has been pushing its way into Hawkins ever since. ” The shortest, sweetest answer. Too many details were left out, but it didn’t seem like there was time to give her all of the details.

      “ But she’s not here, and she can’t use her mind powers to help us so we have to do it the hard way. ” Reflexively he felt his wrist twitch, a slight swoosh to his nail-ridden bat (what was once Nancy’s, fallen into his possession) where the drying viscera of their momentary defense sat as proof against now rusting metallic bits. “ Are you alright? ” Physically. He understood too intimately that she might not be mentally for a while. It took time to process. Hell, he was still processing.

      @intombed​ continued from here.

#vi. interactions #intombed #intombed; sersi sunrider

[hopegained]

❝ watch your tongue. ❞ / from momma

@intombed | what meme

Her stern voice left his gaze wandering to the ground at his feet, away from connecting with hers. Technically, he was asking for the warning, even if his whispers were brief; a passing comment about the swamps they were currently trying to cross. "I'm sorry. I promise I will never say 'this place is a karking shithole ever again'." he could feel his feet squelching in his boots, an unpleasant thing to be experienced by anyone, "It's just I think it's easier if we'd just landed on the other side. Dad said as much."

#intombed #intombed: mara #(this has got to be their funniest interaction honestly) #(eron 0 mom 1) #(also no icon rn bc im lazy) #answered. #v. adolescence

[hcrde]

do they own any sentimental objects?  why are they sentimental? / for garfield ((:

while he often contemplates not having anything left behind by his parents, besides a chunky trust fund, the most sentimental thing that garfield owns is a ring that magically binds his spirit to raven. should he ever find himself lost in nearly any realm (if he has it on him) he is able to project his consciousness to her and annoy her with a lot of questions.

#intombed #( endangered species — g. logan ) #( answered. ) #{ gar: yo can i use this thing's severed horn as a plug or nah? }

[firelightfables-arc]

❝ i’ve jumped from higher places. ❞ 

oh no, laura, don’t encourage him... @intombed​

“Ok, but, and hear me out-” Richard’s pause is solely for dramatic effect and even he would admit that. “It’s not about the height of the jump but the style you exhibt doing it. So.” His arms cross, grin bright and challenging. “Show me what you got.”

#intombed #( visage : richard rider ) #( goooood we stan laura so hard )

[indirecticn]

❛  is there a reasons you’re here on your own ?  ❜ - morgan

"that is very presumptuous of you," he is startled but does an excellent job at hiding it behind a cocked eyebrow and thin-lipped expression of boredom.

#intombed