#kreeborn

[warriorxxhearts-blog]

@kreeborn

“Lower the weapon.” Pash-Kel said as he snuck onto his brother and their prisoner, evening the playing field. They were in Mar-Vells lab and Yon-Rogg and his team was endangering the women and children hiding out there. 

“Traitor.” Someone hissed at him.

“That traitor has no qualms about shooting you in the heads. I am fast enough, so, lower your weapon, Yon. All of you. Talos, get moving. I won’t ask anyone twice here.”

#kreeborn

[marvellouscaptain]

      Arms folded across her chest, she shoots him her usual cocky smirk as she arches an eyebrow. “Come on. You know you wanna,” She playfully bounces on her toes, bringing her fists up. “Hit me.”

@kreeborn

#kreeborn #bc i love him okay i don't want them enemies right off the bat XD #let's wretsle instead

[lcstdriven-blog]

@kreeborn

She had been married to the king for almost a year now and so far no child has come from the union. Her only luck was that in that time her husband, the king, had been busy with war and hadn’t been too bothered that neither his young wife, or any of the mistresses had missed their course. But, given that her predecessor had been disposed of for the lack of a child, Lynn knew she had to have a child.

Just as she was getting desperate, almost willing to go to a witch, something changed. Her husbands oldest son, a bastard son, returned to court. He was, in lack of another son, acknowledged, but would be penniless, if his father hadn’t given him land and title. For what, Lynn didn’t know. She just knew they were civil, her husband being hard on his son, as he was on his daughters and wives. Lynn was the third of them, around the age of the son, only a few years younger.

She felt the shock when he rode into the courtyard of the castle. He was the spitting image of his father, except for the color of his eyes. Now she knew why her husband could not deny him. He was literally a copy of his father. A copy...whose child might look like his fathers child... If he was more fertile than his father.... a plan hatched in her head.

In the evening, as her husband had ridden out for a week-long journey she asked her most trusted Lady in Waiting to invite the kings son to a private dinner in her privy chamber after dark.

Worried she went up and down as she waited for him.

#kreeborn

[judelaw]

Henlo there! I'm plopping by to say thank you and to tell you how much I appreciate the dedication, passion and love you're putting into this blog. Not to mention your love towards Jude and all of his work! I can't tell you enough how much your gifsets, graphics you do and the meta you're writing about Yon-Rogg fuel my own muse to write as Yon on tumblr as well as the small oneshots abd ficlets about him I'm working on. I hope you have an amazing day today!! ♥️♥️

Thank you! I mean I have to put my love for Jude and Yon somewhere, just look at how soft he is; precious actor playing a precious Kree boy.

#i hope you are having/had a great day too !! #(@ list anon I will do it tomorrow!) #reply #kreeborn

[captainxdanvcrs-blog]

@kreeborn

With a start Carol woke up again. She had long since stopped waking up violently. Instead she stayed in bed for another moment, before carefully detangling herself from her partner to let him at least wake up slowly. She went to the window. It reacted to her and let the outside in for a little as she tried to stop shaking.

It was just another nightmare. And yet they always shook her to the core. Finally she turned around and went back to kneel on the bed before letting herself sink onto her partners chest.

#kreeborn

[pcsitivibee]

positivity for @kreeborn : There is so many amazing things I wanna say but first let me start by saying, Rhea is so amazing. Everything about her! I enjoy talking to her every day. She is such a beautiful person and such a talented one at that. Her yon-rogg is amazing. So detailed and so amazingly written. She’s an amazing friend and deserves so much love. I’m very thankful for her and our friendship. ♥️ She puts so much into her writing and it’s highly admirable. I’m so so lucky to have the most amazing rp partner ever!

#🐝・゜゜・bee positive! #kreeborn

[ironxxhero]

@kreeborn

Tony stared outside, a mixture of horror and surprise on his face and yet he was laughing. He knew it might look completely nuts to Nebular, but it was just his luck to encounter aliens now. They could be enemies. He didn’t even get to starve in peace. He sighed as they put lights out on him. And then there was the fact that Nebula was flipping her shit, whispering about some Lord of the Rings tribe or something. Rohan or whatever as she tried to get the fried ship to fire up.

“How rude.” He said, impersonating a little girl from an american TV show. He stared ahead, defiantly....but couldn’t get up. He was too...weak at this point. Hell he didn’t even know how he got into the chair in the first place. 

#kreeborn

[bxnnxrxd]

“ You know after everything that’s happened to me I can sense when someone is watching me, watching him. So keeping yourself hidden may not work out so well in your favor in the end. “

#kreeborn #short starter

[kreerefugee]

[X] @kreeborn

“I won’t be the Supreme Intelligence’s toy to be plucked apart.“ He held out his hands to either side, blades forming from his armor. A rather similar armor to what the kree warriors used. With some key improvements of his own design. “I’m no ones science experiment.“

Frankly he didn’t know what this commander wanted from him. But it had been his long standing policy to kill any kree he encountered. Better safe than sorry. “It’s a shame, really. You could have just walked away.” He gave a silent order, his ship responding from it’s place in orbit. Seek and destroy the kree vessel.

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[ironxhero]

kreeborn: You really want the angst!

Me: I mean...you know who you're talking to....

#that is a solid yes #kreeborn #commander fancy eyes ( kreeborn )

[warriorxxhearts-blog]

@kreeborn

When they opened his cell, Pash-Kel panicked. He panicked for the simple reason that it was not time yet. His execution was not meant to happen for another week. He still had time! Not much, but it was seven days. They dragged him from his cell and for the first time he did show fear, because an execution in private did not mean good things. They pointed to them intending to torture him, maybe try and get locations out of him. He didn’t know how long he’d be able to resist torture.

Downright fear filled his eyes as he was dragged into a room where his brother was. “Yon...Yon, no....you can’t be....here...please...” They dragged him to a table and tied him down. He fought every step of the way. “No! No! I was sentenced to death! Not this!” But then he saw the syringe. He heard about the drug. He had seen people who had been administered the drug before. He stopped fighting. There was no point. He turned to look at Yon again, his eyes begging his big brother for help even as he felt the needle being pushed into his neck and the drug enter his system. He screamed in agony as it started to take effect.

#kreeborn

[rcinbxws-blog]

@kreeborn has found their way over the rainbow

“I notice that you are an alien. I just have to ask...Are you here to harm or to be a... ’tourist’?”

#kreeborn #greeter

[lcstdriven-blog]

[ eat ] - for lynn

Lynn sat on the counter of the pristine white kitchen. His rough hands were on her soft thighs, holding them apart with determination yet so very gentle, gentler than one would expect from a soldier like him. His hands were made for killing, his mouth for barking orders. Right now neither was doing what one would expect from them.

Right now his hands held her thighs so gently as his head was buried between them. His tongue flicked in soft strokes over her slick opening and clit. A shiver overcame her as the air from the air conditioner hit her heated skin. Trembling she wished for a mirror above her so she might see the mighty warrior kneeling before his own kitchen counter to lavish her center, alternating between fast and slow strokes to get her to the edge.

Lynn knew to anyone who might come in she looked utterly like a meal, his meal, his toy, his plaything. A moan escaped her at the thought because that was exactly what she enjoyed being.

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[angerbuilt]

@kreeborn  &  starter call .

delanie wouldn’t ever call herself a hero. mostly because heroes didn’t hurt people. or, they tried not to. they tried not to fatally injure people. delanie, on the other hand, didn’t really care. if they were bad, they went down. luckily, she was able to smell out other inhumans - other powered people, thanks to er incredible sense of smell.

that same sense of smell had lead her to just a little ways outside the city, nose twitching and scrunching. she had almost put it down to her senses malfunctioning until she came across a man - standing near by her. the closer that she got, the heavier the scent became. it was different. it wasn’t human. wasn’t inhuman. it was something else entirely.

as soon as she could, delanie was up close and personal with this new person - sniffing around him curiously. “what is that? that smell?”

#kreeborn #VERSE › mcu.

[captainxdanvcrs-blog]

@kreeborn

They were on their way back from a mission, a three day long mission that surprisingly had them all unscathed, except for a few scratches here and there. Surprisingly, too, Vers was uncharacteristically quiet at the post-mission debrief on the way home, sitting way back, feeling weird. Like she had an infected wound. She felt hot, very, very hot, but not in a good way and cold at the same time. There was a tingling sensation in her throat...suddenly she coughed.

#kreeborn

[juicepop3000]

starter for @kreeborn​

Morgan looked up at the man in the space suit curiously. Ever since the death of her father, her world was getting a whole lot bigger and stranger. There were blue ladies, talking raccoons, gods, and now there was a man in what looked like Auntie Carol’s space suit. Shifting on her feet she clutched her Iron Man teddy bear in her arms a bit tighter as she asked him innocently. “Who are you? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.” 

#kreeborn #sorry for the late starter!