#saviare

[brajwendra]

नास्त्रेदमस ने कहा था स्वतंत्रता के चार वर्ष बाद 1951 में भारत में एक महान संत का जन्म होगा जो विश्व को नए ज्ञान से परिचित कराएगा। वह महान संत बंदीछोड़ सतगुरु रामपाल जी महाराज जी हैं जिनका जन्म 8 सितंबर 1951 को हुआ और आज तक किसी ने नहीं बताया, ऐसा शास्त्र प्रमाणित ज्ञान वो बता रहे हैं।

#GodKabir #Saint Rampal Ji

#God Kabir #santrampaljimaharaj #kabir is god #kabir is realgod #india #Delhi #saviar #peace #palestine #israel #fnaf

[rage-caths]

A quick sketch of Saviar. I decided to see how he would look like being a Spider.

#spider #spiderman #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #oc #art #artwork #doodle #sketch

[azhefa]

@saviare wrote:  “  stop doing that— stop trying to hide your emotions from me. ”    ||  meme

          clarke’s voice makes the king grow still,  though he doesn’t look at her right away.  his instinct is to withdraw.  he was taught to keep his emotions in check,  rein himself in and ensure no one is given an opportunity to turn weakness into a weapon against him.  and it isn’t that he doesn’t trust her,  because he does.  she earned that some time ago.  but it’s not within his nature to put it on display every time something makes him angry, or hurt,  or sorrowful.  he knows it frustrates her.  she’s a much different creature than he is.  where he has always shoved away his feelings,  she uses them.  he’s watched her grab hold of her fury and her grief to give her strength.  she uses it as a weapon before anyone else can turn it against her.  sometimes he admires that. 

“  i’m not hiding anything from you,  clarke,  ”  he returns,  finally turning to face the young woman.  maybe it isn’t the full truth.  but it isn’t like he is making a conscious decision to shut her out.   “  there’s no point to discussing what i have no control over.  ”  he can’t win every battle.  both literal and figurative.  he doesn’t have time to stop and fret each time he loses something—  or someone.   and if he starts to let himself feel it,  he knows most days he wouldn’t be able to stop. 

#saviare #『 jos tel ai op ridiyo 』❅ ❆ ( ANSWERED ) ♛

[shieldrevive]

USER :// @saviare​ INQUIRY ://  ❝ I really don’t like being told what to do. ❞ public string { injustice } ; accepting

          “ clarke, “ is all steve has the energy for before he’s pinching the bridge of his nose.  coincidentally enough, the stubborn demeanor was just one of the many things he’d fallen in love with.  at the same time, one of the many things that frustrated him when danger was starting to hit the fan.  they always went back and forth.  would she hide or would she be on the sidelines trying to help the fallen civilians?  it was really the only time they ever disagreed on anything.

          hand falls, only to raise again so that they could rest on his hips.  behind him he can hear maria snorting to herself.  everyone seemed to get a kick on watching steve figure out how to share his life with someone.  in private it was pretty easy but, then again, it also didn’t contain the peanut gallery.

          “ we’re talking about a killer robot that has access to anything on the internet. “  which really wasn’t all that different from anyone else who may want a target on clarke’s head.  yet another argument they’d had at the beginning of their relationship.  “ and i can’t be here to protect you.  i know you refuse to live in fear of anything i deal with but this thing can get to you in ways i can’t even think of yet.  yes, assuming it’s even coming your way.  i’m just asking for a few days here.  shield has a safehouse.  you can take that time off work you’ve been dreaming about.  how bad can that be? “

#saviare #★ ✧･ﾟ : down til the dark — answered #★ ✧･ﾟ : elevator’s not worthy — v . age of ultron #why ultron??? idk i've been on an ultron kick lately

[arrowedavenger]

starter for @saviare​

     He lets himself in and immediately collapses on the couch. It’s not that his wounds are severe, necessarily, it’s just that they’re extensive. If he tried to get skin grafts to cover all the torn surfaces, there probably wouldn’t be enough intact skin on him to make it work. What do they use in med school to imitate human skin... pigs? Clint feels like he remembers that from somewhere. He’s not entirely sure. 

     A low groan spills out of him — he’s fairly sure that he fractured a rib on top of everything. Stupid body. His vision swims a little as he spots Clarke walking into the room, and he gives her a lazy grin. 

     “Oh hey, it’s my guardian angel. ‘sup?”

#saviare #rp: saviare #start of thread;

[ascnsion]

▋ 𝙑𝙊𝙐𝙂𝙃𝙏 , 𝙈𝙄𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙇 .  .  .  .  .   “ come here, you’re bleeding. ”  𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈   @saviare​ .  .  .  ( protective starters / memes )  ┘

Neck deep in tattered nerves and assaulted ego, there was no time nor state of mind to rain doubt upon the woman’s words. Kindness came few and far between; the result of the supe’s own faults. Despite fascinating abilities, every man and woman would meet their maker eventually, and Kevin had not felt his vulnerable since his teenage years. Missions had unfolded awry more times than Deep could count ( rather care to remember ), but THIS was a tremendous failure. How were Maeve and A-Train? Shock flooded his system, however the majority of his worries stemmed from the vulnerability of his gills. He inhaled sharply and shot hands forward to fend off Clarke. ❝ I’m fine. It’s fine. Fine.  ❞ Gloves were ripped, and hands went to clutch the injured mess of his chest and abdomen. Injured flesh was fine, but torn fabric. .? He wouldn’t have it. The muscle of forearms pressed sharply against his exposed gills as teeth began chattering; color drained from complexion revealed the severity of his shock and panic.  ❝ I’ll just wait until the EMTs arrive. ❞ He had been in this position before. Lids firmly shut over eyes, and he breathed. In and out. Steady, Kevin. Steady. 

#𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒐? └ DEEP ┓ #saviare

[sensesdialed-aa]

@saviare​ asked: “ shh, shh. i’ve got you, kid. ” (definitely think these work for Peter lying low at her place post far from home) // ‘kid’ nickname starters

      PETER DOESN’T WANT TO BURDEN HER more than he already undoubtedly has, with his sudden unexpected presence not too long after what seems like the whole world has turned against him, it’s unfair to ask of Clarke more than what she’s already given him. It had barely been a week of calm after the absolute storm that was the Europe vacation before Peter found himself suddenly thrown right back into memories that were still too fresh, only with the added issue of Mysterio not only managing to frame him for everything beyond the grave, but expose his identity too. His life won’t ever be the same— time spent on the run proved EXACTLY that. Constantly targeted, always on edge, forced to avoid every attack and continue on when pain and hunger and exhaustion pulls at him from every angle. 

      Which is exactly why he’s grateful for the opportunity. He had been wary at first, but now, he’s been able to fix himself up since arriving here, with somewhere to stay hidden while they work on how to figure everything out. Except, being safe doesn’t always stop the moments of panic, either. 

   The first thing Peter notices is how hard it is to BREATHE, sharp inhales met with the sound of ragged breaths as he realizes just how tight the squeezing feeling is as if there’s a gaping cavity in his chest meant to swallow everything whole, or tiny glass shards lodged in his lungs that pinch and pierce every time he tries to stabilize his breathing. Paranoia creeps up on him not too soon after, the newly familiar feeling of wondering what might be REAL. What if this is all another trick? What if he was never really with Clarke and he just fell for another ploy to corner him and get him arrested or killed? What if it’s all happening again or never stopped and he didn’t even realize and now he’s stuck in an endle-

    Clarke’s voice breaks through his thoughts for just a moment, and his head FLIES up as if completely startled, chest heaving too fast as he notices her gently brush against his clearly trembling arm. He swallows, trying to find words but only choking on air, squeezing his eyes shut as if it’ll stop the tears that prick at his vision. “I- I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I don’t— I don’t know what t-” Think? Believe? Trust? Do? He should focus on her voice, right? But what if THAT isn’t real, either? “I can’t breathe—”

#(this ended up getting a lot longer than i meant wh o o p s hjDS) #🕸 ❝ oh i’m gonna mess this up oh this is just my luck ❞ → in character #saviare #🕸 ❝ woke up on the wrong side of reality // i was young and a menace ❞ → post far from home #🕸 ❝ another one bites the dust ❞ → answered #panic attack tw #🕸 ❝ stay on the ground for a little while ❞ → queue

[artificiallyimplantedmemories]

Favorite way to receive affection? 

meme: soft sunday 

Natasha’s love language is 100% time given, so her favorite thing is when she can sit in the same room as someone, lightly touching (shoulder to shoulder, a head on her lap or vice versa, or being spooned) while she does other things. She could be reading or working or whatever, but casual and quiet contact along with space to breathe makes her really happy. That’s not to say she doesn’t also enjoy overt affection! Embraces from loved ones and gentle kisses are also highly valued.

#hc; #asked; #meme reply; #saviare

[failedhero-archive]

" the only reason you work so hard at protecting the world from monsters is because if you stopped you know you’d be the monster people needed protection from! "

        “So what if I am? Huh? So what if I am the monster that monsters scare each other with in the night. Maybe that’s a good thing” Dean’s missing the point on purpose. This is why he fights so hard on the side of ‘good’. This is why for so long he had such a hard and fast ‘right and wrong’ rule. 

        Always that fear that if he lets up, even a little bit, he’ll become the monster that they hunt. He’d hulk out and expose the weak underbelly of the hunting circuit. The perfect creature, really. One you can’t catch long enough to kill. One that looks, sounds, just human enough to confuse. The only thing keeping him human are the people he surrounds himself with. At least, that’s his thought. Because Dean knows if he didn’t have family to be accountable to, he’d go dark in a heartbeat. 

#no he wouldn't but he's really scared that he would #saviare

[withoutawar]

@saviare​ said: ❛  i  didn’t  ask  for  this  !  i  didn’t  ask  for  you  to  save  me  !  ❜

An arm goes around her shoulders, holding her to his chest even as she shakes and trembles --- with anger, pain, relief . . . he’s not too sure. He feels a fist against his chest, beating but weak, but he’s strong and doesn’t let her get away until her trembles begin to subside, until whatever was coursing through her dies down and the tears start, thick and wet, rubbing into the Kevlar of his uniform.

The world moves around them, chaos in the aftermath of what would’ve been her sacrifice . . . if that was something Steve could’ve stood by and let happen. In the distance, gunfire continues, but the fight is dying down --- there’s nothing for Steve do, and there’s nothing left for Clarke to do. She’d done all there is to be done, and more than anyone would ever have asked of her. A kindred spirit, Steve supposes, a thought supplied to him in the midst of it all, as his own adrenaline dies away, his own fears of using yet another loved lay down to rest for at least one more day.

He’d done good this time.

He doesn’t care that Clarke hadn’t wanted it. She’d been prepared to die but he hadn’t been prepared to let her. He knows it’s jarring . . . perhaps even too much to come back from to be so ready for death only for it not to happen. That’s why he doesn’t leave her side, doesn’t even let the medics come near her even though she probably needs it. He doesn’t do anything but hold her until she stills completely, until her breaths become calm and even and she runs out of tears to cry, her eyes red but . . . still the brightest blue staring stark at him from a face of smudged dirt and ash. ‘ I’m always going to save you. ’

#saviare #me skipping to the middle of their relationship before we do the meet cute ????? #yes #failed suicide tw #just to be very safe #steve rogers / ic. #q

[tinyxpunk]

violet

meme: botanical headcanons violet :   how does your muse respond to betrayal ?

Poorly. There’s an initial withdrawal reaction, then a self-critical one (told you that you shouldn’t trust them but what did you do), then a blip of resignation that leads directly into planning a response. Steve is an angry soul, so reprisal is more or less guaranteed, whether if be physical (preferred), emotional (liable to hurt on both ends), or something else entirely. Depending on who it is and how deep that betrayal cuts, Steve can be downright vindictive.

#meme reply; #hc; #saviare

[undxroos]

⤻ short and sweet prompts. / @saviare​ " you hungry? "

The boy was making faces at the dog, baby talking the good pet while he held it’s head close to his face. Peter laughed and stood up from where he was crouched, his very important conversation interrupted.

❝ Um, yeah, ❞ he pet the dog when he pawed at his shin,  ❝ do you want me to pick something up for us? ❞

#OKAY BUT IMAGINE PETER JUST COMING OVER ALL THE TIME #TO HANG OUT WITH HER DOG AND AFTER THE FIRST FEW TIMES SHE STOPS TRYING TO KICK HIM OUT xD #saviare #🕷 ask ━━ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ’ᴍ ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ◦

[iernat]

@saviare sent 🎧 - You can telepathically communicate with your soulmate without ever having to meet.

          Winter was never sure when it started or perhaps he couldn’t ever remember the moment. A young voice just echoing into his head. Always talking to him whenever he was awake. Whenever he wasn’t on ice. She would always comment on how she hadn’t heard from him in a long time. It quickly became a game of listing to her grow up. But sometimes she would be erased from his memories completely. The young one always have to re-explain who she was because he’d gotten to attached. Like Hydra didn’t want him to know that she was there. That she was someone that could be retained outside of Hydra and live with. It was squashed whenever it seemed to be getting too close. If he so much as breathed a word of the voice in his head. Telling him that it wasn’t real. Not realizing that it was an actual person. Someone who was listening to the pain he was coping with since a young age.

          Missions he did well to always keep her out. To push her from her having to hear him accidently communicate with her and get distracted. His mind trying to stay focused on the mission. Driving through the streets on his bike until he got to his target. Until he takes them out. Today was different though. He wasn’t sure how old she was or if she could even be a voice of reason but as he stood in front of his taken out targets he couldn’t help himself. It hadn’t hit him immediately but now that the camera was down and he was heading to leave did it click. The face was familiar. When he had come up to the car he’d heard the man’s voice say ‘Bucky?’. It was a twinge. Why did the name still linger in his head? He keeps running it through his head before the teas start to fall.

          Why? Why did I do this to him? His hands were shaking. Knowing full well that his thoughts were being sent to the younger girl who he could speak with. That he couldn’t reveal to this poor girl. Would he forgive her for needing safety? For needing comfort before Hydra took it all away from him again. He couldn’t connect the dots but he knew this person was important. That it was effecting him. He just can’t figure out what it all means. I’m sorry... I’m so sorry... please don’t hate me. Don’t.... 

          His eyes close as he fights away tears as he gives on last look at the pain dead in the car. Quickly shifting to get on his bike and drive away. Needing to get away before anyone connected what had happened. Before anyone had found him standing there. His mind racing so fast he was sure it was probably not overwhelming just him but the young girl that had the connection with him. Which only made matters worse. How was she going to explain any of this to her? How was he going to explain the fact that he just killed someone he was sure he knew a long time ago? Would she understand him? Would she never want to hear him through thoughts ever again after this? She was the only real kind soul he felt like he always had with him.

#saviare #★~ he's a ghost story | verse ~★

[notafossil]

    ❝ -- Are you hungry? I’m really hungry. ❞ 

@saviare​  ♥’d

#saviare

[arrowedavenger]

poppy

meme: botanical headcanons poppy :   what comforts your muse ?

Lucky. Pizza. Watching the Young Avengers grow up to be better versions of the original Avengers. Kids’ cartoons. Shooting arrows. Gentle touches. The laughter of his friends. Hands in his hair. Seeing kids playing. Knowing that people are safe.

#meme reply; #hc; #saviare

[ascnsion]

▋ 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑺𝑰𝑮𝑵𝑨𝑳 𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮 .  .  .  .  .   🔃 ➙  [ 067 — fall from grace ]  𝙁𝙍𝙊𝙈   @saviare​ .  .  .  ( 200 Hurt / Comfort Writing Prompts )  ┘

It was never about the figurines and toys ( slapped with a sticker guarantee of American made only to be a farce ), nor the children’s costumes, parades, and so on. . it was the hope. The DREAM. Decades of fighting for a country though the taste of war was bitter in mouth, only to conclude with the face of liberty’s hope becoming tarnished. A twisting of the gut as Captain America’s visage instills fear instead of hope. They hate him, fear him, and America’s trust is gone. America hated Captain America. Steve feels the obvious sting of betrayal, however the blame is not set upon the innocent shoulders of the civilians who were forced to watch the face of their hero destroy America without any answers. The government and leaders of America were swift to destroy the pedestal beneath Captain’s legacy, and that is what stings Rogers. All it took was one DAMNED imposter, the epitome of vile evil, and no longer is there a captain.  —  Grace gone. Let us start anew.

#𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 └ ✪ ANSWERED ┓ #𝒗 : CA 2018 #saviare