#moltolavoro

[mvndrvke]

@moltolavoro gets a starter!

Icarus had fallen, and so the legend goes. But the fall is the only thing that seems to matter. The destination isn't quite as important.

But to the god of the sea, it is. Poseidon can sympathize with Icarus, and the sea is more welcoming than the sky. Cold water soothes Apollo's scorn, and perhaps for a short time, Icarus can feel peace and reassurance in the water that caught him when Apollo turned his back.

The naiads do what they can. They bring Icarus to shore when they've healed him as much as they're able, and Poseidon decides to sit on the shore with Icarus until he awakes. He glances over when he hears him stir.

"Move slowly," he warns. "Just breathe first."

#moltolavoro #{ poseidon || icarus // moltolavoro } #( interactions || poseidon ) #does this make sense? probably not! #like icarus before us we're winging it

[hoodedmenace]

x | @moltolavoro

Jason wrinkles his nose at his phone where he's been doomscrolling Twitter (for so long that Buck has somehow, at some point, managed to wriggle under one of his arms and crack open and entire book—Jason doesn't question how he managed to black out from the logistics of it too much). "Neither? Both?" Bad brain, he's learned with Buck, can come in levels too. Lowercased bad brain, uppercased Bad Brain, couch bad brain, beating the shit out of some training dummies bad brain.

"...I dunno. Still in my head about a lot of shit." Has been since he came back from the Tower, from Gotham. "Just thinking, I guess. What it takes to make someone like me. How many tiny wrong turns would have made me into someone worse. You know. Rainbows and sunshine shit."

He shifts his arm to hold his phone in front of Buck's face to a tweet that reads "scarecrow shows up @gothamlibrary to test his new hallucinogenics except it's the same shit in my drugs already."

#moltolavoro #• interaction; buck #the more bad brain the more outta pocket sorry

[markofwinter]

@moltolavoro ; steve

In the grand scheme of things, it's not the strangest or worst things he's ever done. By all accounts, it's probably in the tier of some of the nicest things he's ever done, but when the delivery truck shows up, Bucky is very vividly and intensely reminded of standing by the flower stand and going through a Category 4 emotional upheaval because he couldn't remember Steve's favorite flower, which quickly spiraled into darker corners that involved thinking about his siblings and his parents and ended with him simply purchasing everything to the delight and mild horror of the attendant.

She had asked him if he had any way of getting all of the bouquets home and Bucky remembered shaking his head no, and she must have taken his slightly shell-shocked expression for panic, or something. Maybe he was the kind of guy who'd fucked up really badly the previous night, or maybe he was employed by someone who made the request but hadn't provided any details on how to cart these flowers around.

She'd even made a mild remark about it being enough flowers for a small wedding venue, and then Bucky, without prompting, had mumbled yeah, I'm getting married.

Except he didn't make any plans beyond Today I'm Going To Get Steve Flowers, and now there's two kids in their mid-twenties carting in bucket after bucket of flowers into his house at one in the afternoon, and all Bucky can do is tip them really well.

So when Steve finally gets back from his run with Sasha, all Bucky can do is deer-in-the-headlights at him and say, "I couldn't remember what you liked."

#moltolavoro #• interaction; steve

[amclgamating]

@moltolavoro ; lance

   The calm after the storm is the most unsettling part of it. 

   The druids try their hardest to break through Lance’s fortified shields through the night... then the next day... the day after that. By the third night, everyone is on edge, Matt and Pidge are trying to figure out how the hell they’re supposed to get to class in the morning, and Allura finally descends from the upstairs to let everyone know that the druids have exhausted themselves against Lance’s magic and have retreated for now.

   Trying to gauge how much time they have before they return is difficult, but Allura estimates a week at minimum, and...

   After a week, they’re still okay.

   Though, by this point, Allura has all but moved into the spare bedroom, her magic warping the reality of the room to fit all of her shops things into it.

   And Shiro—Shiro feels stronger than ever. He takes to patrolling at night by ritual at this point, first to test the prosthetic, then to see how much it can handle, and finally, because he can’t sit still at night anymore knowing those things are out there, that those three women who’d kept him locked up might be out there. Lance hardly ever lets him go alone. They find more strange, goopy trees the farther out they go and start cataloguing them on a map, trying to figure out if there’s a point of origin, if they’re encroaching on some particular area, but there’s a lot of ground to cover and only so much they can do between the two of them.

   He pads quietly now beside Lance, his form hulking, larger than it’s been before, sidling up beside the witch before weaving around him, darting off into the underbrush, and then quietly trotting back into place again.

#moltolavoro #• interaction; lance #• muse; shiro #another spooky parody; supernatural

[aleximedicus]

@moltolavoro. / small starter.

another party. lewis really couldn't fathom how mr. morrison had the energy to keep up with his own social calendar, nor could he fathom why the man kept dragging him along for half of it. no amount of 'come now, taffy, it'll be good for you!' could make these events any more palatable. wine-drunk and counting down the minutes until he could make an escape, lewis lounged back against a column with a weary huff. a glance to his side, at least, revealed a faintly familiar face — someone he was sure he'd met at another party nigh-identical to this.

"mister... ikaran, was it?"

#moltolavoro #( * v: canon. )

[lghtyear]

❛ you got me flowers ? ❜ asked by @moltolavoro for amy .

" of course i did ! saw them and thought of you . " a gentle hum as he presses a kiss against her cheek , a routine he was growing incredibly fond of , before wandering over to the sink to find a vase . " did you have a good day ? "

#moltolavoro #⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ in relation to: answered. ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾ #⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ in relation to: rory williams. ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾

[wasme]

➜ " i do live to make your life absolutely awful . " asked @moltolavoro for amy .

" and you , miss amelia pond , are very good at it . " said with a wrinkle of his nose , clearly displeased by the thought . she kept him on his toes , that much was evident . her heart was as kind as his , but far more naive . she wanted to explore everything , save everyone , and his shoes were starting to wear thin from running after her .

" fine . fine ! we can stay , but only for five minutes and then we need to go . "

#moltolavoro #answered . #he really said ur lucky i love u :/

[mvndrvke]

@moltolavoro : all my flowers grew back as thorns.

Poseidon arches an eyebrow as he looks at Icarus. “Speaking to Apollo didn’t go well, then,” he guesses. The proclamation when Icarus came in is enough to bring the thought to his mind. He continues carefully threading the net he’d been working on repairing. “Do you wish to talk about it?”

#moltolavoro #{ poseidon || icarus // moltolavoro } #( interactions || poseidon ) #meme replies !

[hoodedmenace]

@moltolavoro; buck

"I swear it looks worse than it feels."

It might be because he's currently on 800mg of ibuprofen, but that's neither here nor there.

"But you probably hear that a lot, huh?"

It's a relief to be sitting in Buck's bed, though Jason is a bit ashamed to admit that the only reason he left was because he wanted to give Dick and Wally some space. But now that he's here, he's glad for it. Feels less like everything is pressing down around him, Dick's woes, his grief. All of those things he can pick up and carry for miles with nothing but the shirt on his back, but eventually even he breaks down and tires.

Jason holds a hand out towards Buck, placating. "I'm not going to fall apart, I promise." The ugly gash across his chest and the nasty purple bruising around his ribs says otherwise. "Can you just, please, for five seconds pretend you're bigger than me and crush me into the mattress? That'd be amazing."

#moltolavoro #• interaction; buck #(flamebird verse) #a brief but soft interlude

[markofwinter]

@moltolavoro ; steve

"Look at you. Bouncing back already." It's meant to be a simple observation, but Bucky somehow manages to make it sound like praise. He's got Steve's chin in his hand, tipped towards the kitchen window so he can watch his pupils dilate, make sure they're now relatively similar sizes.

It hasn't even been a full week and Steve seems to have made a nearly full recovery, but Bucky supposes that if either of them had to break something, better his collarbone than Steve's head. "How'd you sleep?"

#moltolavoro #• interaction; steve

[blaesus]

spotify shuffle !! tomorrow never came. by lana del rey ft. sean ono lennon for @moltolavoro

❛ i waited for you - in the spot you said to wait.  ❜

#i think you know who for /side eye/ #hehehehe #moltolavoro #as always blaise is a man of many word ... lmAO

[pistolslinger]

@moltolavoro / lucy said: have you considered trying something else?

"save the cheek, darling," oh, he loves her for not switching to pity. jesper's always hated being in a hospital bed, but pity always stings like a fresh wound. he has been assured that he'll be right as rain eventually — the wonders of medical technology will see to it — and that he was lucky the nerves in his arms weren't affected. he'd live to shoot another day, and he's amply sure that lucy would break out an ouija board simply to taunt his ghost if he died otherwise. "we both know this is the only job i'm qualified for — over qualified, if you ask me. i should be teaching the new hires, making them write lines for talking back to me so they don't come to bully me when i'm bedridden like you do."

#moltolavoro #moltolavoro; lucy. #spy verse.

[lghtyear]

❛ do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are ? ❜ asked by @moltolavoro for beau .

" oh , now that was smooth . " it's said with the huff of a laugh , but smile is evident enough . it may be all charm , and yet she had to appreciate his confidence . " you're making it hard to concentrate staring at me like that . " yet cheeks flush just a touch , smile refusing to budge .

#moltolavoro #⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ in relation to: answered. ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾ #⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾ . . . ‘ in relation to: martha jones. ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾

[mikewheelertmmoved]

@moltolavoro​​  rolled the dice ;;  [ text ] are you at home? ( from nancy !! )  ⸻  (  * src  )

[ 📱 — nancy ] uh [ 📱 — nancy ] is this a tricky question? like is mom there with you? [ 📱 — nancy ] because if so, then yeah [ 📱 — nancy ] i’m home !!!

[ 📱 — nancy ] if not, then i might not be anywhere near home [ 📱 — nancy ] but i promise, i’ll be back before morning

#moltolavoro #answered ;; #ft. nancy wheeler ;; #verse: these streets are yours ;; #on today episode of: mike doing something he shouldn't

[mvndrvke]

@moltolavoro gets a starter! penelope + icarus

"That's what's probably gonna' happen," Penelope says, a hint of a smile on the naiad's lips as she looks at Icarus. She pats the hippocampus' shoulder, holding it steady so Icarus can climb on. "We just keep trying until you stop falling off."

#moltolavoro #{ penelope || icarus // moltolavoro } #( interactions || penelope of ithaca ) #bc he's part of the family now lmao #luna reply drops !

[hoodedmenace]

@moltolavoro

   It’s supposed to be a one-time thing. The first time thing shouldn’t have even been a thing, except Buck was super into him, into Flamebird, really, and Jason was too busy thinking with his dick, so here he is.

   Again.

   For the seventh time in three weeks.

   It’s starting to become a problem, in all the worst kinds of ways, because Jason is pretty sure that they’ve already crossed some sort of weird line that hovers on the precipice of someone like him putting Buck in danger through his line of work and he can’t even use that excuse anymore... but the other problem is that Buck is genuinely nice. He’s sweet and he’s amazing in bed and the sex is hot and fun and been going on for way too long, so it’s starting to get a little bit complicated.

   Being in the suit as Flamebird on normal nights is already sweaty enough, never mind throwing sex into the mix, but—well, okay. So there’s actually more than one problem, because Jason is also convinced that the whole Flamebird thing is kind of what does it for Buck. Which, cool. He’s allowed. Except now Jason is stuck between a rock and a hard place, and though that hard place is sometimes Buck specifically, he was not brought up equipped to handle something like this.

   So he just doesn’t. He never lets Buck fully dress him down and he never lets Buck take off the mask and he doesn’t stop Buck from calling him Red, which is exactly how he finds himself the eighth time in, rolling over to collapse onto the living room floor with panted breaths.

   “...your new rug looks great.”

#moltolavoro #• interaction; buck #(flamebird verse) #sorry he's just dumber in this verse