#messages received. ❞ 〉 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍.

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@danversiism sent: “  what  does  that  even  mean?  ”

❝ i don't even know. ❞ she shrugs and sighs. ❝ thoughts to mouth aren't quite working. ❞

#* message received ― 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. #danversiism #* like a bad dream ― 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #* offline post ― 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎.

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𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬.   /   @cxpt​ said :  kisses in the rain.

THERE’S JUST SOMETHING ABOUT THE WAY STREETLIGHTS REFLECT OFF WET PAVEMENT ------------------ it always seems to DANCE across the surface while everything else around it seems to slow down. there’s fewer people on the street now than there would be at this time of night if the weather was a little more IDEAL for taking a stroll, but it’s not necessarily a BAD THING.

it means being able to walk around with an additional sense of anonymity; an added barrier of PRIVACY that isn’t always afforded to them ----------------- him specifically ----------------- when they decide to take DATE NIGHT out and in the open. (   she still remembers the last time they went to a bar, and how she had to teasingly threaten never to forgive him if they got BOOTED from the one place in brooklyn that served that beer she liked.   )

           “we should have brought an umbrella,” she laughs as they continue to linger under the store’s awning, waiting for the rain to let up enough for them to dash to the next one without getting SOAKED. well ------- more soaked than they already are. “and i need to learn to pay attention to the weather.” 

she reaches up to push a few drips of water off his cheek, repeating the process on the other side of his face. “sorry about your leather jacket,” she winces seeing how DARK it’s gotten, each little drop hitting his shoulders turning it a little darker before it disappears.  but she hopes that when she gets up on tip - toe to press an equally apologetic kiss to his lips he’ll find it in his heart (   and closet   ) to forgive her. 

          “we’ll have to go out and get you a new one after this.” 

#cxpt #messages received. ❞ 〉 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. #verse. ❞ 〉 𝟼𝟷𝟼. #arc. ❞ 〉 𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝟷𝟹. #i am such a Sucker for rain smooches lemme just tell you right now #and idk if you've seen the cap infinity comic the bar thing is from #but it's super cute highly recommend #𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎.

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6'6" B)

send a ↕ to compare your muse's height to jaxine's!

#outlawiism #* message received ― 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. #jax is about to go meet peter in the pit lmao shfbayhsbf

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miguel is 6'9" 😎

send a ↕ to compare your muse's height to jaxine's!

#canoncompliance #bro.... #jax: whatever i can still kick his ass if i want #* message received ― 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍.

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🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature? + what's your muse's favorite sweets/desserts?

🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature?

given the back tattoo she has, i would say it's a dragon. no special reason. she likes big reptiles.

🍰 SHORTCAKE — what is/are your oc's favorite sweet(s)/dessert(s)?

oreos are her number one favorite sweet. however, she does enjoy cupcakes, pies, and cheesecakes. her favorite donut is the boston cream. if you wanna get her candy, she likes reese's quite a bit.

#* message received ― 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. #vigilantebullshit #* it’s your story ― 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗.

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📚 & 💤

📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)?

jax got her bachelor's in fine arts and teaching, which she got over 10 years ago at this point. though she hasn't really returned to school since. she has no desire to. sometimes she likes to take workshop classes to learn something new. whenever jax does want to learn more about other subjects, however, she'll research it herself. she does that often because she has a curious mind.

💤 SLEEPING SIGN — is your oc a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are their sleeping habits?

she's a heavy sleeper. it'll take a bit to wake her up. her sleeping habits aren't the best, tho. she fluctuates a lot. between her day job and vigilante work, she's lucky to get 4 hours of sleep some nights.

#* message received ― 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. #danversiism #* it’s your story ― 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗.

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@jadeslayed sent: “  we  both  have  shiny  fits  of  rage.  ”

" no shit. " she sighs and flexes out her fingers. " maybe we shouldn't go so hard next time. "

#jadeslayed #* like a bad dream ― 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #* message received ― 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. #* offline post ― 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎.

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@canoncompliance sent: are you sure you’re okay? you’re walking like a disney witch.

the mutant almost wanted to punch the man for saying that. thinking back on it now, she was overzealous when chasing the perpetrator and knocking them out of the building onto the gravel. the fall's landing had a nice audible thud. jaxine felt instant regret for it. impatience was one of the many things that ran down the biel bloodline. now she'd have to cover up more so than she'd like to conceal the bruises she can feel already forming.

" mhm, let's just take care of this guy so we can go home, " she says, masking the strain in her voice.

#canoncompliance #* like a bad dream ― 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #* message received ― 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. #:DDDD

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@jadeslayed sent: “  god,  it’s  unholy.  ”

misumi was preaching to the choir. jaxine had her nose plugged in the room they stood in. the poor soul that lay lifeless on the floor never stood a chance. " we should call someone and have them take care of it. it's unfortunate we never arrived in time. "

#jadeslayed #* like a bad dream ― 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #* message received ― 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. #* offline post ― 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎.

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@jadeslayed sent: “  it  started  with  a  chair.  ”

" and then? " she asks with a raised brow, amused. " give me more details. "

#jadeslayed #* like a bad dream ― 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #* message received ― 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍.

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@thunderbringer asked: ❛ We’re not so different after all. ❜

❝  i guess you're right. ❞ she smiles softly, tilting her head. ❝  sometimes it's easy to forget others can go through what you went through. ❞

#thunderbringer #* like a bad dream ― 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. #* message received ― 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. #* offline post ― 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎.

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@dyavovich​ said : “Hey, was wondering if you want to head down to the shooting range.”

HE’S CAUGHT HER IN MID - BITE, BUT IT’S AN EASY FIX IF HE’S WILLING TO WAIT THROUGH A COUPLE MORE CHEWS BEFORE SHE CAN ANSWER; though the way she nods hints to the final word before she’s even able to give it. “yeah of course.”

        “i’ve got a few hours free if you want some company,” she’s probably well overdue for a few rounds there as it is; and between the JET LAG that’s still threatening to kick her ass from the red - eye back, and his dance card being just as PACKED as hers lately, opportunities to play catch up have been few and far between.

(   she still takes a couple finger pinch’s worth of fries with her as she gets up ----- snack for the road, she’ll call it. not that the distance between here and the range is going to stretch her to the point of HUNGER again.   )

        “so --------- practice or distraction?”

#dyavovich #messages received. ❞ 〉 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. #alternate verse. ❞ 〉 𝚓𝚘𝚑𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚔. — everything's got a price. #i appreciate her order of operations in this is 1. absolutely #and then 2. why #priorities #𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎.

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𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞.   /   @eldritchsacrifice​ said :  1 -- for one muse to give the other oral ( nick to sharon )

THE SUNLIGHT SEEPS THROUGH THE BROKEN BLINDS A LITTLE EARLIER THAN SHE WOULD HAVE LIKED, scattering patterns of shadows across the bed and forcing her to open her eyes with a silent huff. sleep might still being clinging to her, but it becomes obvious that the pillow next to her is EMPTY for the first time in a long while when she slides her hand over the sheets to reach for him out of habit. and there's a good explanation for it; one that doesn't take her long to discover as her eyes attempt to focus on the rest of the room ------- sometime over the course of the overnight he’s gone and shifted his spot in their bed, and falling asleep NEXT TO HIM has turned into waking up to find his head resting against her stomach.

she has no reason to spring up or wake him, so instead she takes this opportunity to simply WATCH him lay there sleeping on her bare skin; watching the way he keeps rising and falling gently with each breath. he begins to go in and out of focus after a short amount of time; her eyes suddenly hoping to persuade her to into letting them CLOSE again and maybe eke out another half hour of this kind of PEACE before they have to get up and and sort out breakfast.

but he stirs a little before her eyes fully achieve snooze - button status; the question of whether he's been awake the whole time or only up NOW because of the sun's intrusion quickly gets forgotten as his hand slowly slides over her stomach, fingertips pausing to inspect a slightly LIGHTER PINK patch of skin before resuming their original BROADER STROKE. her fingers gently sink into his hair, her way of saying 'good morning' without making him go to all the trouble of having to MOVE to see the words spoken. (   she's far too content with his current choice of pillow to do much of anything that would require moving, either one of them.   )

though despite her BEST INTENTIONS she feels him begin to lift his chin to look back at her, eyebrows high and inquisitive while the brush of a couple days' worth of beard prickles against the skin on her stomach. 'morning,' she mouths once she's sure he has a clear view (   the fact she keeps on attempting to brush all that wavy bedhead out of his eyes certainly makes it easier   ) before her expression melts into a lazy smile, and he returns the greeting with a bed - warm grin of his own; propping his chin up just south of her ribcage in the process. it gets a laugh from her -------- not simply for the look on his face of course, but more so the movement itself. as slight as it was, a little turn of his head still manages to be enough to conjure up a flurry of GOOSEBUMPS on her stomach, and the attempted snaking of her hips just behind where he's still leaning against her.

       'it's your beard. it tickles,' (   purely observation, never a criticism  ) she explains with a finger running over her cheek when his brows pinch together; now fully anticipating a THIRD ASSAULT when he turns his attention towards sizing up the swath of lightly freckled skin on her stomach after her clarification. instead, he presses a kiss to the spot where his chin had been; feather - light at first ------ A TEST, APPARENTLY ------ waiting and watching to see how her body reacts to his attention before pressing a second one a few inches over towards the center of her stomach. (   first a test, and now she thinks it's a bit of a game for him ----- especially since he's become well - aware of how eagerly her body reacts to him at the slightest hint of affection; and this morning is NO EXCEPTION.   )

he chooses a NOW FAMILIAR PATH with the tips of his fingers --------- down over the divot of her navel and across the lower part of her stomach before they settle at the edge of elastic. (   she won't call it IMPATIENCE the way her hips attempt to shift themselves again now that he's so CLOSE; it's more so ANTICIPATION.   ) in a glance to read her expression he catches the way she CHEWS on the pad of her bottom lip before skimming over the fabric and hooking a thumb under the edge of her underwear ------- no longer tentative, no longer needing a GUIDING HAND to show him just where to go. there's confidence there now, and the hint of almost a MISCHIEVOUS grin as he leans down to press another kiss against the plain of her hip as he tugs one side of her underwear down before sliding his fingers to the other side to repeat the process. he won't be able to hear the way she inhales through her teeth when he does, but the way her hips ANGLE in an attempt to chase his mouth is OBVIOUS ENOUGH.

still, he pauses here, looking up at her with those same inquisitive eyebrows as before, but instead of that sleep - warm grin, it's gone and shifted into one that's not only completely WIDE AWAKE but PLAYFUL. it's PERMISSION he's looking for; and he gets it in an emphatic series of nods from her as she leans back fully into the pillow, chin almost perched on her shoulder so she can cheat a little in order to watch him. he doesn't hesitate now, the pads of his fingers that had been resting idle on newly exposed skin quickly give way to fingertips dipping lower in between her legs as her mouth parts in anticipation. but this won't be like the other night ------ he remembers what she showed him; knows where to touch and how much, knows the pace that will make her ask for MORE with her lips against his neck ------ but he doesn't seem content with a repeat from the other night. and there's that look again ---------- the playful grin  that has her GENUINELY CURIOUS NOW what he's up to.

and the answer comes when he gently nudges one of her legs into LIFTING UP so he can slip in between and re - settle -------- an ideal spot to watch both the way her hips wriggle in the pursuit of a little more FRICTION as he continues the tempo she'd shown him, and the way she doesn't even try to temper every murmur and moan that tumble out from between her lips. and then ------- just like that, he seems to change his mind again; to IMPROVISE. (   she's going to have to commit this look to MEMORY ---------- he's getting too good at using it.   )

the spontaneity starts with a kiss on her inner thigh, then another further down, and a third; a hint of teeth even (   payback in the best way for the still purple - yellow mark she'd left on him the other night, she's sure   ), before he rests his hands on her hips, fingertips PRESSING into her thighs, and -------------

                "fuck,"

the first time his tongue presses against her; warm and sharp with a FLICK against nerves that are already at full attention, she feels her back ARCH against him; feels herself TIGHTEN UP before she melts back into the mattress with a slow exhale. his name the first word she's able to form, even if it'll only leave her lips in a WHISPER. if he's surprised by her initial reaction he doesn't show it ------- the only hesitation he does have coming briefly when her fingers find their way back into his hair, nails lazily dragging along his scalp as encouragement; REASSURANCE that what he's doing is oh - so - welcome. so he does it again, the the flick of his tongue; and she keens out another string of them (   “ -- ck, fuck,”   ) ---- hips curl, thighs shift, knees bend ---- and she can FEEL the way he exhales against her when her thighs press against him.

his hand leaves her hip, sliding up along her side and coming to a rest against her stomach. it's quickly covered with hers; guiding it a little HIGHER up and under her shirt to splay his palm in the valley of her sternum so he knows the way her heart is racing; and how he's provoking a normal breathing pattern into something UNEVEN and SHARP as her hips are suddenly incapable of keeping themselves prone on the mattress. her head falls back against her shoulder, watching the way his head roams between her legs pushing her closer to that edge, reveling in every exhale and HUFF he makes against her ------------------  he's HEAVEN, pure and simple, even with the way he's able to make her CUSS at the slightest movement of his mouth against her skin.

#eldritchsacrifice #eldritchsacrifice / nick andros. #messages received. ❞ 〉 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. #alternate verse. ❞ 〉 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 - 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚢𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚌. — your heart is a weapon the size of your fist. #she's never going to want to leave this house in maine you realize this #nsfw. #nsfw. text

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𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞.   /   @libertytm​​​ said :  🤝 + 48 --  out of habit.

SHE CAN HEAR THE FAINT SOUND OF THE SHOWER RUNNING IN THE OTHER ROOM -------- a task he’s having to take on ALONE for once; an early morning call to REPORT IN means she’s already showered and dressed while he got in a few more minutes of SLEEP. 

leaning against the counter in the kitchen, her fingers flick over the screen of her datapad a few times before reaching out for the already HALF - DRAINED cup of coffee that’s had the daunting task of bringing her back to FUNCTIONAL after some late - night activities had kept the both of them up well past the point of getting any real rest.

the water stops, leaving just the familiar HUM of white noise to fill the room before she hears him making his way back out. “morning,” she hums without glancing up from the report she’s skimming over, but the smile on her face when he kisses her cheek in passing to the rest of the coffee is WIDE. 

            “sorry i couldn’t join you. network is apparently going to be a shit show today. it’s all hands on deck.” as for his hands ---------------- the one that isn’t occupied with pouring himself a matching cup has settled in the still - wet strands of her hair, fingers making themselves at home between damp blonde waves before she’ll inevitably have to shoo him ------ like she always does ------ right before she has to leave while still looking PRESENTABLE. “if you’re not busy after my shift later, i can make it up to you?”

#libertytm #messages received. ❞ 〉 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. #see now you've got ME stuck in my head #so i guess this au is happening now #and let it once again be said that there isn't a universe that exists #in which steve isn't playing with her hair at some point #𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎.

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send a ‘📜’ for incorrect quotes -- sharon + thor edition (  @wieldt  )

#wieldt #messages received. ❞ 〉 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. #it's not bad advice sharon's just being a stick in the mud #and tbh if i had a dollar for every time i unfollowed trying to send a meme #i would own this site and FIX IT #𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎.

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐲 + 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬.  /  @shieldworn​ said :  ❝ i was forced to find an alternative means of transportation. ❞ / did he jump out of something without a parachute again? Probably.

HE’S LATE AND HE KNOWS IT --------------- and while him coming in SECOND in a two - person - race to the pre - established rendezvous point isn’t exactly rare or new, familiarity with the anxiety - inducing WAIT doesn’t make it any easier. (   sure; the fact he’s managed to keep his 100% appearance rate intact tonight should help smooth things over, but there’s always that little nagging voice in the back of her mind that says THIS MIGHT BE THE TIME HE DOESN’T.   )

         “please tell me that doesn’t mean what i think it means,” her nose crinkles up as part of her usual pre - groan ritual ------------- the one that seems to get the most use right before he admits to jumping out of something moving with only his shield and GOOD INTENTIONS guiding him to the ground instead of yards and yards of nylon and enough CHORD to tether him to her for the next time they’re in a situation like this. “honestly how have i managed to not go full - on GREY by thirty - six with the way you forget the look part of ‘ look before you leap? ’ ”

(   yes, that’s being hypocritical, and he’s welcome to call her out on it. and she’ll argue that when SHE forgoes that look part at least, her feet are usually already on the GROUND.   )

        “could you at least maybe try a train next time?”

#shieldworn #messages received. ❞ 〉 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. #verse. ❞ 〉 𝚖𝚌𝚞. #closed arc. ❞ 〉 𝚛𝚎 : 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚗. — still a soldier's angel four years later. #how does she not have a tension headache 24 / 7 with him #honestly #𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎.