#pluresque

[moltolavoro]

❛ i told you not to make this weird . ❜

❛ it's a little weird, ❜ buck's smile is paper-thin, face pale and tired, but he looks more relaxed than he has since they left the hospital. and it was a fierce debate, because buck insisted that he could be on his own, but maddie insisted that he couldn't, and buck had gotten so mad about it he'd almost passed out which wasn't even a dramatic over-reaction, just that his heart is still recovering, apparently.

at least that's what they'd said in the emergency room when maddie had dragged him back. and he gets it, alright? she's freaked out. but he's - whatever. fragile. and here, now, because the idea of living with maddie and chim and the baby while he gets through this had kind of made him feel insane, so he'd texted eddie and now he's here.

and he'd insisted he could sleep on the couch, but eddie had argued that it was a pretty stupid idea given the recently deceased thing. and the guest room is currently chris' study room, which like okay kid, moving up in the world. like buck didn't help put the damn thing together.

so he's tucked into eddie's bed, and they're shoulder to shoulder, because buck had counter-argued that it didn't make sense for eddie to sleep on the couch when he has work in the morning and it's not like they haven't done close quarters before, so it's - fine. it's fine. and buck is still a little emotionally fragile about the whole affair, and a little cold all the time and so he's pressed into eddie maybe a little more than he should be. ❛ hey, eddie? ❜ it's quiet in the darkness, before buck says, ❛ thanks. not just for...for having me over but - y'know. that night. chim told me about how you got me down, and stuff, even after you got the kickback from the strike. so -- thanks. ❜

#pluresque #c ;; buck

[mknbrd]

❝ you’re not very good at retiring. ❞ from bucky :)

" natasha called, " bobbi says, and that's the only answer she thinks either of them need. if natasha asks, bobbi helps, and if bobbi asks, natasha helps, no questions asked. " and don't tell me you wouldn't jump at the chance to blow up a giant mutated crab wreaking havoc in trenton. "

she's not a superhero. she's really not. but sometimes, she likes to play pretend for the day, even after she'd sworn she wasn't coming back to the team. the bumps and bruises, and the broken wrist, are all a non-starter compared to the exhausted adrenaline high she's running on right now. she holds up a bag of cold takeout in the hand that's not wrapped up, grins a little sheepishly. " you wanna reheat this while i go wash crab goo out of every crack in my body ? "

#pluresque #I LOVE THEM SO BAD UR HONOR.

[thiefscant]

❝ you’re bleeding. ❞ ↳ @pluresque (xenk) — memes / accepting!

        Anais startles at the sound of his voice, turning to cast a glower at him over her shoulder as she finishes shrugging free of the leathers she's been wearing for a week straight. (She slipped away to the creak while the others made camp, and doesn't like that she couldn't hear his approach above the babbling waters at her feet.) Pale green eyes flicker down to where the paladin's gaze is focused: A blood-rimmed slash in what used to be her favorite shirt—or perhaps just her oldest shirt—telling of the wound on her shoulder blade beneath. "I am," she confirms, stiff and a little bit defensive. "And?" 

#!ic; answers. #pluresque #pluresque (xenk) #!one skull; two tenants. ( v; main ) #.01; pluresque

[colnerys]

" so uh ... you got any ideas on who's been eating the tadpoles? 'cuz i'm no mathematician but we definitely had more than zero. " kira scratches her chin when she speaks to @pluresque. focusing her mind on this is taking it off of whatever mind numbingly horrific images her inner voice chooses to voice, chooses to conjure as grotesque inspiration. " obviously i'm ruling out you, karlach, and lae'zel. er ... everyone's seen me try one and —" she can only shudder at the thought. she can only shudder at the way how her body tried to reject the new parasite. never again. ever again. it was a grisly, grotesque, bile filled image that she does not wish to revisit at this moment. " anyways ! i was uh, wonderin' if you got any ideals. " / SC

#pluresque #pluresque: wyll 001. #* 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : ic #* 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 : paladin of the silver moon. #HELP

[bcywonder]

@pluresque | dick & babs | starter call !!

❛ one of these days, i'm gonna call you with good news, ❜ dick's curled up on one of the balcony chairs, buried in a sweatshirt that was bruce's once upon a time, phone pressed to his ear. despite the circumstances he's smiling, just a little. just enough for it to be evident in his voice. ❛ not today, obviously. tomorrow's not looking great either. ❜

#pluresque

[inflamearc]

Memorize the bathwater, memorize the air There'll come a time I'll wanna know I was here Names on the doorframes, inches and ages Handprints in concrete, at the softest stages

♫

#visage. #donna. #pluresque #sleuthwork

[seadcgs]

@pluresque said: 'i'm right behind you.' ed to sam!

❝ you got my back, then? ❞ he's cocking his pistol, getting it ready as they're boarding one of the ships they'd captured for a raid. one foot was on the rung, one foot still in the dinghy. ❝ wonder if captain'll go easy on these people, this time. ❞ sam really didn't approve of horningold's ways, but he was stuck, for the time being. not wanting to be the one to get thrown overboard, or worse, for suggesting a mutiny. ❝ i'm going after the loot, first. ❞

#pluresque #* interactions / pluresque. #* threads / samuel & ed. #[ i love the fact that sam was on horningolds ship with ed too ] #[ anyway thank u for this ]

[moltolavoro]

@pluresque | "can i stay the night ?" | roy & jamie

for a long -- really fucking long actually -- minute roy just stands there, in the doorway, looking at jamie. because this is a fucking nightmare. this is his personal hell. because the hotel fucked up and they're having to buddy up rooms but roy's only got the one fucking bed so he'd thought he was in the clear and now jamie's at his door because apparently spaces are filling up fast and he wants a good night's sleep and it's -- what the fuck is wrong with him?

❛ fucking come in, ❜ well that, for a starter. he lets jamie in and lets the door close and now they're just standing in his bastard hotel room and he's in his fucking boxers and there's only one fucking bed. ❛ fucking -- sort your shit out, i'm tired. ❜

#c ;; roy #pluresque #(: and there was only one bed

[thirtean]

" he'll be okay. " sharon reaches up with calloused fingers, drags calloused fingers over red eyes that beg for sleep and just about burn under the strength of cold overhead lighting. " far as i can tell, the backup chute just didn't deploy after zemo's goon managed to take the entire wing off. " - @pluresque

#pluresque #i think perhaps....sam as damsel in distress in the hospital for once :)

[becoach-a]

@pluresque › liked for a starter. for jamie.

              when  beard  came  into  the  locker  room,     he  spotted  jamie  right  away.   hard  not  to,   he  supposes,   when  the  young  man  is  the  only  player  still  present.    beard  gives  a  halfway  glance  towards  the  watch  on  his  wrist,    taking  account  of  the  late  hour.      there's  something  off,    he  can  tell.     maybe  it's  the  tired  expression  on  jamie's  face,   or  the  crutches  held  close  to  his  body   ---     beard's  been  worried  about  him  since  his  injury.    the  things  that  can  do  to  an  athlete.    ted's  already  given  the  kid  a  good  pep  talk  about  healing,   but  beard  figures  he  needs  something  more.   what  exactly  that  is,   he's  not  sure.    beard  clears  his  throat  to  draw  attention  to  his  presence,    not  wanting  to  sneak  up  on  jamie.              ❝      jamie  . . .   would  you  like  to  come  play  a  round  of  chess  with  me?      ❞         they've  been  playing  on  and  off  over  the  course  of  the  past  three  years,   and  it's  always  been  a  welcome  distraction  for  them  both.   a  good  way  to  connect,   to  bond.   to  speak about  whatever  is  on  their  minds  if  they  needed  to.    beard  hopes  jamie'll  take  up  his  offer  for  what  it  really  is   :   do  you  need  to  talk?

#beard just. hey son. let's talk about your feelings <3 #pluresque #chess is just therapy sessions

[4o77th]

@pluresque

" bashir-- “ charles drawled, his voice entering the room before he did as the door opened to admit him. “ can you please cease your tireless whinging? my parents back on beacon hill can hear you. ”

#'anyone you think might be funniest to see him interact with' alright nat #pluresque #pluresque: julian. #charles. #v. take away their creature comforts.