#ncxile

[yourmothcr]

@ncxile. PENNYWISE.

❝ ----- are you finished, then? ❞

#ncxile #✘ » interactions. #✘ » greeter. #✘ » closed starter.

[masterwcrk]

' what is the meaning of this? it's barely dawn-- is that blood? '

@ncxile (hux) tempted me, from here.

#ncxile #☆ ❛ like from the ashes (1813) ❜ || verse. ( au. — regency era ) #☆ ❛ and the words came pouring out ❜ || interactions

[chmerical]

❝ㅤㅤ 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯  is  𝘽 𝙍 𝙐 𝙏 𝘼 𝙇 --  i'm  𝗡 𝗢 𝗧  pretending  otherwise. ㅤㅤ❞

sc  (  x  )  ft.  @ncxile

#hi hELLO FRIEND #this took way too long bUT HERE #meet noa!!! #for any muse ur vibing with rn! #ncxile #— ❛❛ // NOA MASUDA ¦ lying’s the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off ・ 「 verse: main ! 」

[fangedbrbiemoved1]

                        “ stolen kisses, pretty lies. you're the king, baby, i'm your queen.” 

@ncxile​ spotify meme! for nick <3 ( blank space - tswift )

#i could have chose EVERY lyric to this song for this but THIS ONE kdnfskj #ncxile

[storiesofthenight]

@ncxile​ liked for a starter.

After meeting two other versions of himself, Peter really felt like he had seen everything. And he’d fixed it too, hadn’t he? The multiverse thing had been dealt with, right? The Peters were back where they belonged and so were the villains, ... sure, as a result he’d lost all his friends and all, and he was completely alone now but ... it’d been handled ...

Or so he’d thought ... right until the moment where a guy in a blue and red outfit stood before him that made his spider-sense tingle in the way that the other Peters had. A little confused, he tilted his head as he looked at the other. “Uh, so ... what did you want from me?” He asked, a light frown on his face. Honestly, he wasn’t all that sure he wanted to get caught up in whatever was going on this time. 

#Peter:[Verses]Main #ncxile #I haven't watched the new movie yet ;-; so my knowledge of Miguel is a little limited sorry ;-;

[lyrates]

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#large image / #WINTER MY BABE #thank you thank you!!!!!! #cannot wait for our miguel & lyla to do things!!!!!!! #answered #ncxile

[bailesona]

" mike? i figure you're not here for homework club... " although maybe he's wrong. god, how he hopes he's wrong. he never thought he'd see the day where he'd be glad to sit down on the front porch and try to figure out the latest torment of trigonometry, but here he is, gazing longingly at the text book that he closes in his approach to the middle wheeler. aisling went to a dinner party being hosted at the cunninghams. not a choice made willingly, he might add. karen and joyce had to team up and take turns in reminding her that the cunningham household would not take kindly to the high-waisted jeans and mini quiches she'd prepared that morning. but now she's gone, dressed in some gaudy, gauzy, luminescent dress and limply dangling two wine bottles in her fists, leaving them to answer homework questions and cautiously tiptoe into the whirlpool of danger so often brought forth by mike himself. " you good? mom's not here right now, but... maybe i could help with something? "

@ncxile liked THIS POST and the generator picked TIMOTHY WALKER!

#ncxile #( ' order up! ' / starter. ) #( V; MAIN. ) #( MUSE: T. WALKER. ) #( LMK IF THIS NEEDS CHANGING OKAY? ) #( mike just showing up to ask for cocoa powder and timothy's immediately just 'no no nO NOT AGAIN THE LAST TIME THE PUMPKINS WERE RUINED--'

[imthecleric]

@ncxile said: 🫂 ( have mike uwu ) [ x ]

He doesn't remember the last time he hugged Mike, actually hugged him. Which hurts. It hurts to think about. But if a hug take away that hurt, Mike's hug did it. Which was a bit relieving for Will. A hug could take the weight of the world off his shoulders. Mike could take the weight of the world off his shoulders because he was Mike. He made life easier for Will, simply by being himself talking about whatever he wanted, being their for Will, treating Will like he was Will and not a breakable Christmas ornament.

Perhaps Will gripped on a little tight, and held it a bit too long. Sue him. Things had gotten bad, and he had gotten bad. And the last thing close to a hug was when Mike came to Lenora. "Sorry," he apologized for the long hug as he pulled away, "But... consider it payback for the airport."

#i know this followed more canon of s4 let me know if you want me to change it #answered #meme response #verse: post season 4 #ncxile

[doctordonovan]

❝ i don't want to hurt anymore. and for some reason when i'm with you, it hurts both of us. ❞ | spencer

grief is a thing better left unshared  -  no matter what the self help groups say,  no matter what too many therapists on dark couches have promised.  survival rarely comes as easily as anyone would like,    tainted by guilt,  tainted by the uncertain moments where it felt as though every corner of the planet had simply...  stopped.   there is so much to heal from:   a multitude of scarring neither of them never asked for,  carved too deeply to ever be entirely erased. 

memories like theirs hardly allow for much moving on,  do they?

scientist has little doubt why too often,   the sight of her does him so much harm.  somewhere in his mind,  her blood is still splashed on floors and walls alike,  she is still bleeding out  &&   he is unable to help.    (   somewhere in her mind,  he's still being shot for her.  over and over,  and she can't remember how to breathe.  )    ❝ I have that effect on people. ❞   a half joke,  little and sorrowful,  yet still fingers thread though dark hair  -  grown out from bottle blonde she'd work during her stalking,  slowly fading as coma had clung to her.  ❝ I think -   I'm going to accept one of the lecturing positions once I'm out of here.   for a while anyway.  it'll   -   it'll do us the world of good,   to have some space to breathe. ❞

harsh hospital lights do little to soften sad smile when eyes return to @ncxile.  ❝ would me writing to you do you too much hurt too? ❞

#ncxile #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // answered asks #𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘: // in that moment of revalation #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // shall we ever tire of hurting each other? #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // seems unlikely #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // queue

[masterwcrk]

@ncxile​ (moved from archived blog)

→ [ 📱 — clary ] oh, c’mon! → [ 📱 — clary ] we are just making sure to bring some ✨sparks✨ to your days, love → [ 📱 — clary ] i’m starting to think that you might know me TOO well → [ 📱 — clary ] and i’m trying to figure out if it’s a good thing or not → [ 📱 — clary ] you are plenty brave, don’t sell yourself short :p → [ 📱 — clary ] i know she will, that’s why i said it’s evil → [ 📱 — clary ] she’ll randomly drop from the ceiling to tell me she is disappointed in me if i do something stupid → [ 📱 — clary ] and i have no idea how she’d manage that but i have no doubts that she would → [ 📱 — clary ] alright, alright → [ 📱 — clary ] i’m ready to negotiate → [ 📱 — clary ]  what should i do to make you believe i won’t do it again? should i video call you anytime i take a bath? 

→ [ 💬 :: Jes ] I have quite enough ✨sparks✨ thank you very much → [ 💬 :: Jes ] we had someone threaten to beat us all up in the parking lot for the high crime of giving them stitches → [ 💬 :: Jes ] the last thing I need is you accidentally drowning in the middle of my shift → [ 💬 :: Jes ] because you *know* if Kaz has to bring your butt in, we’re all going to suffer → [ 💬 :: Jes ] please don’t make me endure that on a random tuesday → [ 💬 :: Jes ] I *am* short, it’s the only way I can sell myself :p → [ 💬 :: Jes ] oh she absolutely would → [ 💬 :: Jes ] no, but if I catch you sleeping again I’ll blackmail your landlord to remodel it to a shower that’s too narrow to fit those long arms of yours when they bend

#ncxile #☆ ❛ show yourself grace ❜ || verse. ( au. — trauma nurse ) #☆ ❛ and the words came pouring out ❜ || interactions #love you mean it #q.

[rxmlxw]

@ncxile: „ tell me when you're gonna let me in. "

THERE WAS A PART OF RUMLOW THAT WISHED HE COULD just gave in to the words , that he could put all the cards on the table without worrying to much about the consequences. brock just raised his chin a little , his hazel hues meeting steves artic ones as his facial expression remained the same. no expression , no emotion visible. „ i don't need to let you in , rogers. i'm not the one you should be worried about. “ , he responded with a neutral tone , while a inner voice screamed to finally let the mask fall , to be open about his motivation , about the reasons why , but he couldn't. he exhaled a deep breathe , as he pushed himself up on his feet , arms crossing over his chest. „ now i kindly ask you to leave or i have to throw you out and that's not going to end well. “

#ncxile #v: tbd. #„ order only comes through pain. ” − answered.

[riddl3r]

[𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊]: memes from here [𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒]: accepting [𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌]: lee / @ncxile​ [𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄]: ⚠️ clean up my muse after a fight ( also from lee because she cares )

This is what he hates about the Narrows. People find physical violence much more appealing than any intellectual challenge. And fighting had never been his strong suit, so he usually (almost always) is the loser. ❝ Ouch! ❞ he exclaims rather dramatically, half glaring at Lee, even though this is not her fault. Even though pain is something he can actually handle. ❝ Why are people prone to punches over logic? How is that going to solve anything? ❞ he mumbles, flinching slightly as she tries to take care of him. He remains silent for a moment, realising that she is actually taking care of him. ❝ I think we should both be more careful. You gain popularity here, and people are not particularly happy about it. They will try to challenge you. ❞ That’s what you get by being a good person in a city of people that only care about themselves. But he doesn’t tell her that, not yet.  ❝ And I am not meant to be a bodyguard for obvious reasons. Nor do I want to. ❞

#v: s4 #ncxile #(thank you for this! #I've missed your Lee)

[storiesofthenight]

@ncxile​ liked for a starter.

There were days Chrissy didn’t want to go home after school. That she didn’t want to face her mother and the comments that were sure to follow. She loved her parents, and her little brother. She did ... but one could only take so much, right? So, on days like that, she instead would feign a school project or something. Anything was good if it meant she could stay away from home a little longer, even if she spend it by sitting at the lake in silence.

Today was no different. She sat in silence against a tree by the lake, her schoolbooks on her lap as she was doing homework while listening to some music. Humming softly to herself as she tapped her pencil on her notebook, she looked out at the lake with a smile. This, this she actually liked ... away from the expectations, away from the fake smiles.

So, when someone appeared in the corner of her eye, she turned to look at the other and tilted her head. “Eddie?” She asked, curious as to why he was this deep into the woods. 

#Chrissy:[Verses]Main #ncxile

[ariadne-inthesky]

drops a certain ghoul on ari uwu

"Well well well, would you look at that ? A murderous lothcat found his way on my lap..."

A thin grin flourishing on her lips as her free hand found her way to his hair, fingers combing through the dark strands as grey eyes wandered over his features.

#ncxile #tagging ? what tagging ?

[scribedhorror]

preoccupied .   to  rile  my  muse  up  as  they  work . ( richie woke up and choose to be a menace apparently <3 )

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