Apr 5, 2024
day 95 - 4/4/24 - Toy Creeper
A spider creature parasitizing a plushie. How evil.
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day 95 - 4/4/24 - Toy Creeper
A spider creature parasitizing a plushie. How evil.
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Just in Time to Save the Day
@themaskedventriloquist
She felt a tug along the line of her magic. A pinch that told her one of her investments was being mishandled. Following the tug into one shadow, she hummed, feeling for the right opening. As she neared, she recognized who was in need. Oh yes. The delicious little songbird. The dreamer of blood and Ravens.
Even before she stepped through the shadow she could see where she was going. A man. A man had hands on her mortal. There was already blood on Huginn, which told Mae why she had felt the pull. Stepping out of the shadow, she grabbed the manâs head in both hands and twisted. âWhatever will you do, when Iâm no longer interested in protecting my investment?â She mused, looking down on the battered mortal.
         through the corner of his eye with his back towards his coworker, dion watched meredith, wary. standing in front of the full - length mirror, her reflection revealed mottled purple bruises under the harsh light of the dressing room. she hurriedly applies make - up, in an attempt to hide her latest brutal exchange away from view.
      how unsightly. what would their handler think ? Â
      but at least, meredith compensates for her battered appearance with her attire for tonightâs show. the silk left little to the imagination as it outlined the slopes and curves of her lithe frame. there was a slight upturn to his lips, as the blond moved closer to her from behind. a pale hand made its way to the hem of her lingerie, idly playing with the fabric between his fingers.
      â  who knew you looked so appealing in red,  merâ  ?  â   his motions slowed, pressing in and touching, fingers grazing across bare skin. the corners of his mouth turned upward some more, not yet a smirk.  â  but you would suit anything i am sure, any colour would go to accentuate your beauty.  â   @burningism.
sleepless
paging @tincanicarus for plotted thread
It wasnât really a very difficult mission, to say the least. Yet the casualties were a bit higher than usual, it made most of the team felt anxious to overcome it. Eventually, with some good PR and help from the internal, they would be fine. The media frenzy would decrease as usual after a few days or weeks, the should be fine...right?
Right. It still didnât help James to overcome how he was supposed to sleep tightly tonight after that certain mission.
It was his fourth mission, after he was cleared to join the team with a few exceptions and rules that bound him when he was out on the streets. People still looked at him funny because letâs be honest here, who wouldnât be so concerned to put a brainwashed ex-assassin into a team of superheroes?
Hell, even James was concerned. But perhaps it wasnât the point right now. Right now, he couldnât sleep again. Nightmares. Faces of innocent people he killed before screaming at him why would you do that? Why did you kill them? Kill ME? It was always like that whenever he was done with a mission. Sleepless nights came through for days, making him more vulnerable and would affect him on the next mission. Which mean, it would be very bad for any of them.
Sighing loudly into the quiet, empty bedroom, James stood up, putting on his t-shirt and sweatpants before walking down to the common room. Maybe some coffee and a change of place would do him good. It wasnât like there was someone else who still woke up at this dreaded hour, anyway.
Scratch that, there was definitely someone else. Someone whose name was Stark.
James didnât say anything except a âhey,â to the older man, as a warning so he wouldnât get too surprised to see James here, and simply stepped out of his sight to the coffee machine. Their initial and official meet didnât turn...good, after all. So if Stark decided to avoid him, James would likely to do the same and give the man some space he needed.
{ @sovietsfist }
He might not saying it more often than other people, but Christmas was always one of his favorite holiday season â even though he had to battle with the cold for a few months, but at least Steve knew how to handle the cold nowadays and took care of himself. As long as he kept taking the usual medicines and wore more warm clothes, he should be fine until the season was over next year.
Which was why he was now outside, carrying a box full of decorations while stepping near the windows. Making his house or Buckyâs house ready for the Christmas was probably one of his favorite things too. Well, Steve shouldâve waited for Bucky so they could decorating together, but his best friend was late and the blond wanted it to be done before the weather got any more worse than today. It was already snowing last night and the ground started feeling a bit slippery. But it was okay, Steve wouldnât do anything dangerous, he would just decorate a few things starting from the windows and then the door.
Except that the second window was a bit too high for him so he had to use the ladder. But Steve should be alright, he already made sure that the ladder was steady and he wouldnât fall down just like that â
The ladder decided not to be steady enough when he stepped into the fifth one, making the tiny blond fell down to the ground instantly. It was too quick that Steve didnât manage to grab something to prevent the fall, only grasping the nonexistence line of life when he finally hit his head on the ground.
Disorientated, the only things he remembered while still conscious enough was someone calling his name a few times from the distant and for some reasons, he felt like he was floating before blacking out.
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day 107 - 4/16/24 - training dummy training dummy
this is the training dummy that trains training dummy dummies before they're ready to be sent out as real training dummies. this way if an issue is found it can be dummied out.
@dualgraced @summerxmelodiesarchive anybody
"I'm bored." Kree's head lolled against the trunk of the tree he was lounging in, long threads of hair catching slightly on the bark. "Amuse me?" He shifted to lay on his stomach his very best puppy eyes directed on the presence below.
Poison for the Blind
@pristinepoison
Of all the places his coworkers had to drag him to after hours... this was less than ideal. Ori sat slouched in his chair, one hand clenched around the bundle that was his collapsed cane. A bar full or exotic dancers and here he was, basically blind. He could see enough to get the gist of shapes. He could fool people onto thinking he knew where he was looking, but it was all too dark and fuzzy. In a dim bar like this? Not a chance.
The rest of the party was busy making bets and daring each other to be idiots. Ori just rolled his eyes and sipped his Cabeza. Every single one of their phone calls was going to go awry come Monday morning.