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@doomedwarlock sent:

it's honestly nothing. I can deal with it myself.

PROMPTS FOR PATCHING UP WOUNDS

🦇—-;; Bruce can't quite help the quiet scoff that leaves him, though there is a bit of self realisation that he has said these exact words before to keep people from worrying, it hadn't worked then either. The lenses in the cowl narrow and the Bat takes a step forward. "It would be easier to let someone else help." He says, hand gesturing to John in a semi-lazy fashion. "Speaking from experience, and not doubting your ability to handle it on your own."

The silence bordered on unnerving, had long since traveled into the realm of uncomfortable at the very least. It was only at that breaking point did the cambion finally turn and initiate conversation as if he hadn't just been standing there looking out into the scenery like some cryptic fuck.

❝ On average, how many apocalyptic situations would you say you prevent or have a hand in preventing? I've been feelin' far too at peace lately, I think. I figure clueing myself in to the catastrophic nonsense I'm not typically privy too should solve that rather quickly. ❞

SHADOWS   TENDRILS   WERE   NOT   CONFINED   BY   SUIT,   armor   encased   in   cave,   a   different   kin   of   darkness   curled   around   grey   hood   in   the   bar.   tonight,   no   mission   had   led   him   to   a   place   strange   to   his   routine,   but   the   search   for   a   refuge   [   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢   𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍   𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔   𝚏𝚘𝚛   𝚑𝚒𝚖   𝚒𝚗   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜   𝚘𝚏   𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚜   𝚘𝚛   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜   𝚘𝚏   𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛,   𝚗𝚘𝚝   𝚒𝚗   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚕𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜   𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜   𝚘𝚏   𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠’𝚜   𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚔.   ]

sat   on   a   stool,   hand   swirled   glass   within   grip,   stirring   liquid   in   a   turmoil   that   reflected   his   own.   ALIVE,   his   parents   had   walked   behind   him   every   night,   vanishing   beyond   reach.   HAUNTED,   mind   had   distracted   itself   with   their   image,   disregarding   criminal   on   the   ground,   until   shot   shoved   him   back   to   present.   NOW,   tale   of   wounded   shoulder   had   spread,   infecting   with   worry   each   gaze   cast   at   him.   BUT,   HE   HAD   TO   KNOW   WHETHER   COUNCIENCE   HAD   SUCCUMBED   OR   HAD   BEEN   TAMED   BY   OUTER   FORCES.   thus,   he   left.   to   investigate.   to   find   himself   again.

@doomedwarlock inquired: “ ⛓ ” // an au? Some weird (eldritch?) magic contract?

Send “ ⛓ ” for an arranged marriage starter ⤷ Accepting!!

Wanda Maximoff hadn't expected an arranged marriage in her lifetime, but there was a first time for everything. The magic community had voted without Wanda's knowledge, or consent, to arrange a marriage between her and another powerful member of it to protect her from Chthon and his cultists. She was furious about this whole arrangement with a man she'd never even met and who never bothered to attend any gatherings. Another thing Wanda was upset about was she didn't need to be protected by this stranger when she could protect herself.

"We both know what it takes to survive."