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[skunkbrat]

⤳   @nexusbeing, ​​​​   asked:     ‹ It’s mortifying coming to you like this. ›

Of all the people to show up unannounced in the middle of night, it was not over-exaggeration to rank the woman before her at the very last. Now, of course, there was not as abhorrent an animosity between them now, but a strange, tenuous ground which had been reached by way of sweat and blood: they tread an icy ground, thin and looming. A word between them is either snow boots or ice picks. Mortifying was putting the sensation quite lightly, she had to imagine. ❝ Yeah, ❞ she begins, a curt nod, an answer to a question she wouldn't be so cruel as to force Wanda to ask: she would let her in without question, opening her door wide and angling her own body so as to be the last to enter, peering into the apartment hallway to check for lingering threats. Penthouse's got its perks, isolation and all. ❝ Ah don't think there are words enough in the English language to describe how it's feeling to be, uh –– come to. ❞

With the door shut, the pair stand awkward in the foyer, darkness enveloping them for a few prolonged moments before Rogue shuffles to turn on a light (truth be told, she hesitated at the action, wondering if maybe it'd make 'em both a helluva lot comfier not being able to see one another). ❝ Watch the cats, ❞ she says, an aptly timed warning as Lucifer trots over with an overeager nature, rubbing against Wanda's leg expectantly. Meanwhile, Rogue takes a few steps towards the kitchen, already grabbing a glass from the cabinet. ❝ Water? Somethin' stronger, maybe? ... If you're here, Ah'm guessing you need it. ❞ A prodding without anything too forceful; maybe because she's trying to play it decent, maybe because she's still too groggy from being woken up by a knock on the door sounding out through the apartment.

#HERE WE GOOOOOOOOO #nexusbeing #having to crash w rogue .... sorry wanda i know you have to be #going thru it to consider this option 😔✊ godspeed soldier... #i gasped when i saw the notifs of the memes u sent btw .. #THESE GIRLS LIKE SERIOUSLLLYYYYYYYY

[lunaccult]

— @nexusbeing: who am i kidding, you’re already spoken for. // The  Elysium  temple  is  grand  enough  to  echo  and  Wanda’s  voice  carries,    whether  she  means  for  it  to  do  so  or  not.    Those  in  service  to  the  cthonic  gods  here  in  Hades  shuffle  uncomfortably  in  her  presence,    so  beside  themselves  are  they  with  a  visit  from  one  not  receiving  trial.    So  few  willingly  drop  into  the  Underworld  that  any  visitor  to  do  so  inspires  trepidation.    Their  king,    for  his  part,    looks  wholly  uninterested  and  furthermore  rather  tired  despite  so  few  words  exchanged.    ❝    Is  this  your  coming’s  purpose?    A  proposition?    ❞

Laughter  like  the  bloom  of  asphodel  fills  the  daunt.    Persephone  rises  from  her  throne,    but  not  before  she  flicks  her  husband’s  shoulder  in  scold.    ❝    Enough  of  your  gloom,    Aidon.    ❞  Praxidike  takes  with  her  the  only  warm  in  hell  and  Hades  behind  her  pouts  at  the  loss  of  her.    His  wife  is  too  busy  smiling  at  Wanda  as  she  closes  the  distance  between  them.    ❝    He  speaks  not  for  me.    Tell  me  what  you  would  have  and  if  I  might  provide  it  for  you.    ❞

#nexusbeing #[ 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 ] ❛ / HADES. #[ 𝕚𝕟 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣 ] ❛ / PERSEPHONE. #hades in the background with his arms crossed and his lip wobbling: AND WHAT ABOUT ME :\ #suddenly the citizens of hell are getting ready to watch something tasty huh.........

[zmeydeva-arch]

⊹ the god-eater in hiding has appeared 💬 . . .

      YOU CAME INTO THIS WORLD HALF-RAVENOUS AND BRUISED.   when that expanse of want fills with grief it leaves nothing but an imprint of malice upon the soul   (    so i gave that mangled bit of me away,   that pulpy sinuous shell became a case for the spirit of a torrent    )    even here with their warmth beside her that prick of steel enclosed around her fingers remains.    THAT FATED SWORD I DROVE INTO THE DRAGON'S CHEST.   one had to slay the beast in order to become it.    @nexusbeing,    a creature confined to this cage of regality,    was a devourer of her own,    though her hunger was long hidden from perception.   

       upon the dragon there is a diadem of sapphire at her brow with silver crescents hung from the curving metal,    the drooping pendants which framed her gaze .   here,   they call her moon-eater as the sky hangs darkened overhead and she illuminates the land with stolen light.    pitched lightning at her grasp but she puts it down for her,    the further eclipse in her night.   ❛   i've been waiting a long time for you.   ❜    the cloak of diplomacy has been shed with her approach.   LIKE CALLING TO LIKE;   WHETHER IT BE COBALT OR VERMILLION THEY BOTH ARE PART OF THE FLAME.    the gaze of the pale serpent alighting then,    a display indicating  the third eye had cause to open.   ❛    and you for me    ━   though you may not know it yet.   ❜    the truth is not shrouded for the simple sake of enigmatic air;   if too much was revealed at once the mind would be fractured beyond repair.   the psyche more delicate than blossom she could come to cultivate;   though she had a tending hand when she wished to.   

   ❛   i mean you no harm,    princess.    it is others that you should cast your suspicion upon.   ❜    there is music which accompanies each step,    the twinkling chime of trinkets colliding against scale .    a distortion of rainfall is the melody she carries with her as the throne is approached .    

#this is from a million years ago but hehe it's what we plotted about a bit #𝖛. *ੈ ˖ ° ⥽ witches like saints are solitary stars that shine with a light of their own ⥼ ⅋. ic #nexusbeing

[saintvampe]

—   𝐌.   |  INSIDE THIS STORE, SHE IS A FRENZIED WOMAN: a drum within her temple begins to rattle. her form feels as if it were scattering into stars. the woman stands behind her glass counter, in an empty space, as still as the corpses hanging in the meat locker. it is after - hours in an empty atmosphere, the last customer gone home some minutes ago –– she would not know, time stretching and squeezing itself from her fingers. she differentiates between rest and wakefulness in so few ways. when awake, a woman walks through her peripheral vision as a dream... unbelonging yet comfortable. when awake, the woman feels more real than the corners of this store. the viscera the Saint is so used to feels less tangible. in this empty pocket of the market, she knows that she is not sleeping. the drumming in her temple continues at a snail's pace; it draws itself out as she reaches for the small glass beside her, its shallowness filled with brown liquid that bites against her throat when she takes a sip. the bell of the store dings, the door opens; a familiar figure appears... and the Saint ( ! ) does well not to sputter. ❝  oh, have you returned to haunt my solitude ? ❞ says the vampiristic woman. her voice is a strong quiver against the quiet air, made ravaged by the swig of liquor. Three times, she begins again, you have come into my store as a ghost... said nothing. Said nothing.

the woman ( @nexusbeing ), she thinks, gives something close to a grimace. the Saint watches as she moves through the store, the woman no longer bound to last - minute glances but instead wholly seen, entirely consumed. she comes close to the glass counter, places a hand against the cool surface. ❝  i didn’t tell you this before, but you were in my dream last night. ❞ the woman behind the counter stares a hard glare. she reaches for her glass, finishes its contents, relishes the bite in her throat.

❝  I DON'T DREAM. YOU HAVE THE WRONG PERSON. ❞ and here returns the cruel biting, defenses made out of swift unsureness, a casual violence attempted to be imagined: nothing comes to mind. the Saint ( ! ) takes a moment to consider the other woman, runs a brown gaze from the woman's head to the hand against her counter. I am not present anywhere but here. the sleeping world has nothing to do with her, if not a small measurement of the changing of days, time's messy passage. she narrows her eyes, digs her chin downwards. ❝  if you're having bad dreams, darling, i can recommend you someone else in the market. otherwise... No. I cannot help you. ❞

#nexusbeing #thinking abt the two of them like... getting to know each other / or having some semblance of each #other through means other than an actual meeting (seraphina being in wanda's dreams; wanda appearing out the corner of #sera's eye when she's working; when she's walking home from work) #arc 01 * : death does not exist down here. ( 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 ‚ ) #wanda: hi #sera: oh actually stores closed!! #the quick change in sera's tone shes avoiding everything!!

[mareyjane]

⤳   @nexusbeing​​​​   asked:     ‹  in the end, no one was coming to save me. ›

“ no kiddin' ... sounds like, on the contrary, lots of folks were coming to kill you. ” mary jane was no expert at the complicated feelings and emotions of supes –– she could hear 'em talk about it for days, and god knows she had, but bottom line never eluded her: she was totally, utterly out of her depth. every single time she had to pull, drag, twist the truth out of petey's pouting lips, she had this sort of nagging insecurity that, ultimately, nothing she heard would ever really register. not completely. NOT THAT SHE'S COMPLAINING. great power, great responsibility, great load of problems. anyway, being a day player in the soap opera of the superhuman didn't stop her from pulling up a chair and lending a ear, 'cause hey, she could at least play a super-listener ( yikes! sorry ... bit cheesy. let's just scratch that one from the record. ) she leans forward, a furrow to her brows, honest intensity laying openly displayed across her features. wanda's big ... bigger than a lot of big folks she's already known. there was something a little overwhelming about seeing the vulnerability of this invulnerable giant, cosmos in the shape of a woman –– she places out her own tiny hand, a silly thing in the middle of all this, and places it gently atop the other's. “ i'm sorry. that must've been mighty scary, red. ”

#nexusbeing #mj being surrounded by literal god tier supes will never cease to amuse me #also this could be referencing literally anything you can absolutely #take your pick LKJHASDF #thank u for this btw :3

[arkreacts]

❝ it's nothing, just a scratch that i can handle myself.❞ ⠀⠀ understatement of the year, the blood pouring out of his forearm begs to differ as the armor peels away ⠀⠀ exposing the flesh and bone ⠀⠀ tony hides it from @nexusbeing, extending his arm away from her & grimacing as he attempts ⠀⠀ [ and fails ] ⠀⠀ to rise up. ⠀⠀ ❝ if you could hand me that — if you could just grab that scrap of metal, i can fix this just fine.❞ ⠀⠀ his pride befalls him, an ode to hubris as he refuses to let wanda see him so weak — his teeth tightening as tony tries to push away from her. ⠀⠀ ❝ what? you think a little blast could hurt me? don't get soft on me sweet — [an expression of pain falls his features, contorting his lips] — sweetheart. ❞ ⠀⠀

#nexusbeing #[ * prodigal son . ↷ : there will be no monsters made here . * interaction. ] #hi...

[zilmdat]

@nexusbeing​

he’s tipsy.

perhaps a tad more than that, in reality. cheeks glow a dusty pink as he piles through his front door, one shoe on his hand and the other half off his foot as he attempts to quietly subdue it into the designated shoe cubby. “ c’mon, fuckin thing - “ he grunts and at last he’s free from the discomfort of the formal dress shoe. “ wandaaa… ” bucky’s call echoes into the house a little too loudly and he sheepishly sweeps the area for any signs of the woman who had been consuming his thoughts all night.

“ that party was stupid. ” or something equal to that falls from his lips in a slur, huffing as he combs a hand through russet waves. bucky didn’t often drink these days, it was a vice that usually equated coping for some terrible life choice, but when in rome - or whatever the saying was. body settles into his couch with a poof, metallic fingers attempting to shuffle the tie around his neck downward but seeming to only slightly shift the fabric to the side. “ ugh. ” defeat settles in his bones, feet kicked onto the coffee table. he’s tempted to call for wanda again, eyes attempting to focus on something other than the rampant spinning the room was currently doing.

#nexusbeing #i think this is what we need

[manwithout]

❝ i know my fate whirls about me like water. it’s hard on my heels, following my tracks. ❞

the witcher memes. / accepting.

❝     YOU REALLY BELIEVE IN THAT THEN,   HUH ?     ❞      it’s all a bit above his paygrade.   the stick in his hand,   the split-skin sting of his knuckles,    the questions of god in the step of things,   but there’s no time for that right now.    

magic smacks in the air, a puncture wound splitting across reality.   here it sizzles low on his skin, makes his lungs constrict on the first inhale, sting on the next.   on the fourth inhale something breaks open,   eases,   and he rests,  his skin frying under the suit.   he lowers his masked head to the ground while the blood drums hotly in his middle ear.    waiting.    listening.    

he tries to picture :    red on red,   and follows her heartpangs across the expanse of his radar.   nothing’s happened yet,   and yet,   and yet.   always waiting for the next blow.   she must know all about that.    he moves slow up into the full set of his shoulders,   hands hanging open dumbly at his sides.     ❝     Fate ?     ❞         a word loaded as a pistol to the temple.    maybe he’s smiling,   maybe it’s a grimace,   either way the air touches his teeth and he roils into the thick miasma of power.   breathe.   slow.   something like a shrug.   not that he exists in the same state,   the same plane,   the overwhelming weight of living with all that universe.    ❝     I always thought it was kind of a cop-out.     ❞

#nexusbeing #the fact that we've been mutuals forever and I'm obsessed with wanda and we've never really plotted is such a crime #have something vague and slightly awed. is it not enough for Matt to have nothing to add to the conversation #mwah mwah I'm going on vibes here. sadly x-men is not my Area of Comic Expertise but. #tbt.

[witchwretch]

☽    let me go ahead and tell you, i’ll be very angry if you say you’re sorry. i’m not sorry.

the  gore  splattered  across  her  face  is  not  their  own.    the  singe  to  the  fingertips,    though,    is  arguably  the  only  possession  libby  has,    nothing  stolen  or  borrowed  about  the  energy  that  storms  beneath  their  skin.    she  crouches  before  wanda  now,    trembling  with  madness  and  with  power  that  has  only  just  been  tapped,    only  just  been  triggered.    in  truth,    the  shake  of  the  witch’s  hands  are  partly  borne  of  fear,    too.    i  am  filth,    i  am  rage,    i  am  combustible  and  endowed  with  great  ire.

❝    i’m  not  sorry.    ❞  if  there  was  room  for  apology,    it  would  taste  like  girlhood  lost.    it  would  feel  as  tangible  as  an  empty  room,    her  mother’s  back  as  she  left.    but  with  that  fleeting  apology  comes  back  ‘round  the  fury.    their  anger  hides  the  worst  of  it:    a  metastasizing  ache.    libby  lifts  tear  -  blurry  vision  and  a  locked  -  tight  jaw,    cracking  teeth,    to  @nexusbeing​  before  them.    ❝    i’m  angry.    ❞

#nexusbeing #[ ＷＲＥＴＣＨ ] ❛ 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘦 / ANSWERED. #something something my mother's rage is lit within me #something something tearing my mother from my bones #whatever they're hot (literally she lit some fuckers up huh)

[zmeydeva-arch]

          ˖ °.    ASSASSIN’S APPRENTICE PROMPTS  ⥽   (  ACCEPTING  !

       THE GOD IN YOU IS NOT A SINGULAR ENTITY,   NOR IS HE A MONOLITHIC PRESENCE.   he is a chorus of voices speaking in unison   ━   beasts of olde congregating together within the pearlescence of the witch's form  (   little witch;   he supplicates,  he growls,   and he persists   )   he,   her mentor and she his unwilling pupil.   conflict with self,   with power bestowed,   is what brings two opposed entities together.   their sanctum of study is where this inner chaos materializes outwardly.   the sprawl of open tomes and workings of spellwork thick in the air.   at its apex is the conjurer of pandemonium herself in ascendance,   the room warping and tilting towards her influence.   IT IS AS EASY AS PULLING AT A FRAYING SEAM,   AS SHE UNRAVELS THE REALITY AROUND HER.   she was queen onto the realm of the metaphysical and zoya was the natural guardian for the internal intricacies of the mind by way of elements.  if wanda is the sunbeam then she is that precision pane of glass   ━   a focal point,   an unwillingly amplification.  

     when the dragon's eye unfolds and exposes itself the choral tumult of her intrinsic mechanisms of thought invade all of the torrent's senses.   she is dragged headlong into the crimson havoc of the dark holder's torment.   before her hovering form she is brought to her knees.   WHOSE DIVINITY WILL PROVE GREATER?  OR SHALL WE KISS AND CONSUME HERE   (   render me to bone and scale   )   yet it was the sky serpent that held court over the arena of emotion.   she wills herself into that ethereal state,   somewhere away from the body but not far enough to leave it entirely.   ❛   i can feel your anguish and i can sense your distress.  ❜   how does one introduce themselves during an act of invasion?   it is plainly placed  ━   frighteningly placid.  the telepathic link is far from a one way broadcast and then the voiceless reply…    ❛  i didn’t mean to be seen like this.   ❜   @nexusbeing​ shedding her cavernous resonance.   she became so small suddenly then.   THE PHENOMENON OF HER,   THE IMMENSITY OF THE RESPLENDENCE OF BEING LEGION ONTO HERSELF.   it is remarkable how the storm creature is able to hold her,  fractures and fissures all strung together in this unknown territory of empathy.   

         ❛  there is nothing that passes through you here that does not get back to me.  ❜  which was to say she was actively doing herself harm by containing the other sorceress to this controlled environment.  THERE IS NO CONCEIVABLE WAY TO HOLD ALL OF HER.  NOT FOR A PROLONGED PERIOD OF TIME   ❛   i'm not frightened of your mind wanda   ━    it is vast but not unknowable to me.   ❜   here is where the borders of their consciousness converged.   YOU SEE NOW,   IT IS NOT ONLY ME DISCOVERING YOU BUT YOU UNEARTHING ME.   the dragon is so alive for a thing twice-dead.  though with this desolation being by her side in this expanse,   she knew she could see the rot just beneath the garden's flower beds.   a girl gone and buried and the woman that stood in her place before the empyrean supplanter.   ❛    but you will end up fracturing yourself further if you continue to resist.   ❜

#what's this?? understanding???? zoya cannot judge when she has a primordial dragon god in her brain #THIRD date... i talk you down from a break down in our shared liminal space #𝖛. *ੈ ˖ ° ⥽ witches like saints are solitary stars that shine with a light of their own ⥼ ⅋. ic #𝖛𝖎. *ੈ ˖ ° ⥽ i move towards myself & towards ruins / the hush of catastrophe overtakes me ⥼ ⅋. asks #nexusbeing