#spiriitum

[xamassed]

⟬ @spiriitum / sc. ⟭

He stood there, chest still heaving with labored breaths and whole body taunt. His senses tingled along every nerve, made him hyperaware of every single thing happening around him. The world was still moving, clearly, but for an instant he felt a sharp chill and time slow.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

A long silence followed before he took a cautious step forward. "Hey, Lee. Are you with me? Seriously, you're kind'a freakin' me out with that stare."

#spiriitum #spiriitum ; lee #「 ( peter ; ic ) 」 #「 v. the promise he can't keep ( peter ; forgotten ) 」 #( :3c ehehehe )

[frvckles]

@spiriitum​ said :: ‘ i like to come here when i need to think. ’ | from trevor

the docks have always filled scamp with a profound sense of CALM. whether it’s the rhythmic clang of the buoys or the prospect of an endless horizon, the thief might never know. but the fact he has ended up there, on the very same night as the talon, strikes him as something more than a simple CIRCUMSTANCE.

silently, he drops down beside the assassin. where there might once have been TERROR, there is none to be found. if trevor had wanted to end the thief’s life, opportunities have been and gone, and so the younger blonde feels no hesitation when it comes to taking a seat beside the killing machine.

‘ what’cha thinking about ? ’ he chimes with his standard childish cadence. he knows trevor will unlikely give him an honest answer, but his curiosity could be taken quite innocently. thank you dimpled smile. there is enough space between them that he couldn’t be accused of encroaching on the talon’s personal space, but enough to suggest that the intimate nights they have shared haven’t gone UNACKNOWLEDGED...

‘ i’ve got a place too, but it’s a little bit far away. ’

#ᴏɴᴇ ɴᴇᴡ 𝔪𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔤𝔢 ( answered ) #ᴠ•. 𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔡𝔢 ( thief ) #spiriitum #and sadness for this one 🥺

[starsweepers]

@spiriitum

            "I'M ALL RIGHT, lee.  i... promise.  it was a freak accident, that's all.  i'll be out in no time."  hand pushed through his dark hair, a rush of embarrassment causing red to dust his cheeks, eyes unable to look to his girlfriend.  it HAD been a bit of a freak accident, after all...  riding his bike and getting hit by a car?  it had hit a puddle, hydroplaned, and crashed into him.  the driver had been in a frenzy of panic and concern.  brent held no animosity.  his body would h e a l, though he hadn't been able to explain that too in depth to anyone, just assure them all he wasn't angry.  the deal was struck for a new bike in return, and that was where he had left it.                                  for now, he was resting, magic trying to ease the agony and shattered limbs.  like it was sewing him back together.  his powers could only boost himself so much, but it was enough to aide in the situation he had found himself it.  really all that had happened was the crash of the vehicle to his bike and legs - a launch of his body for a ways.  a thud.  oh, how it hurt, but he was breathing, and nothing d e a d l y.  just... annoying in the grand scheme.            "...think you could pick up homework for me this week?"

#spiriitum #&&. brenton verse ( main ) #me: has icons of brent in hospital gown #me: ....okay i can work with that #brent: wait but homework-

[never-surrender]

@spiriitum || Blue

The shock kept Blue utterly still for a moment after the strike had landed with enough intensity any normal human would have been knocked unconscious or even concussed ...

Blue wasn't a normal human, however, and as he stood there, the realization that this being had been intending to get the love of his life swept through him. Should one be paying attention, they'd see the way steam began to not rise ... but fall from his form, his shoulders beginning to shake ... though not from fear.

But from laughter.

With each passing moment, Blue's laughter rose until it rose to near hysteria, throwing his head back as he faced his palms towards the sky, fingers splayed. And in one fell swoop, his hands closed into fists, and he jerked himself forward, eyes wide and his pupils aglow ... and with the action? A literal explosion of fire erupted around him, hiding the way the smoke continued to grow along the ground.

"You want her!? You gotta go through me, motherfucker!!!" his voice was nearly a shriek, his laughter continuing as he suddenly moved. In one heartbeat and the next, he suddenly was upon the assailant, palming the being's entire face ... and slamming the back of its head into the closest wall.

#spiriitum #yikes alskdjfhasDf #( Blue + Lee )

[mystifiicd]

UNPROMPTED

( always accepting )

@spiriitum said: “Stephen Vincent Strange…” A pause, Peter realizing he’s suddenly treading dangerous waters. But his mouth moves faster than his brain, the young man letting out a sharp snort of laughter before his eyes widen, jaw slightly agape. “I— I didn’t— Vincent’s a GREAT middle name.”

"Don't test your luck Peter Benjamin Parker". How in the multiverse did the little spider figure out his middle name? Something that Stephen himself had kept under lock and key. Even people he was close to like Wong and Christine didn't know his embarrassing little secret.

"I trust I don't need to use a forget spell on you right? Just forget you even learned about it, okay? And no telling Wong, Tony, or anyone that would gain leverage over knowing about my middle name. You got that?".

He's worried Peter isn't going to listen to him and that his orders are falling on deaf ears but Stephen decided to put his foot down and end it here before anything got out of hand due to the new knowledge gleamed from the thing the master of the mystic arts was trying to hide.

#long post cw #long post tw #[ who's laughing now asshole?! ASK ] #spiriitum #[ you're my wizard!dad; boogie woogie woogie. verse 0.1a. WIZARD!DAD ] #[ oh! that's your made up name. CRACK ] #[ try me beyonce. CRACK ] #asdfghjkl #sorry this took so long

[airxn]

@spiriitum​ inquired – "Hey, so..." Lee clears her throat to catch his attention, fishing a little, blue crystalline pendant out of her pocket. The heart-shaped gemstone glows from within-- faint, yet visible. It dangles from leather lace, wrapped and knotted, clearly meant to be worn as a necklace. "I just wanted t' say thank you. And, y'know, happy birthday, too. That's just as important."

   He turns a bit, head tilting a small fraction at the sight of the unique jewelry. Its unique aura warms his heart. Though he can’t help but smile a tad at Lee’s stoic stance. A small part of him wants to hug her, but the respect for her space wins out.

    …Until he reaches out to ruffle her hair a bit.

   “ Aw shucks, you didn’t have to get me nothin’ for that. ” Airin takes the necklace with a tender touch. Noticing its glow, he can’t help but be reminded of Lee. Guess he’ll make a little promise to himself to help her whenever she needs it.

   “ Thank you… can I ask what kind of stone this is? ”

#Airin Response. #spiriitum #Ask. #( and on this day-- lee gained a big bro uvu ) #Birthday 2023.

[hungryyheartarchive]

@spiriitum cont. from x

"hey, hey, i'm not trying to steal your credit or anything-" 'thing' has a great big voice crack right in the middle of it, as a burly fist misses her jaw by the skin of her teeth. "holy- i j-just thought you might want a hand!"

#spiriitum

[camptw1nk]

@spiriitum, lee: [fill]

arms sit above his head, using all the strength he can muster to keep them there after she’d told him to. the way she rides him has him whimpering and moaning, who knows how long it’s been going on. she liked to draw it out, to tease and edge him to drive him crazy. he gives the huge reactions to encourage it, so easily worked up and so quick to struggle desperately. there’s no doubting that his incoherent noises are a form of begging, the edging and desperation getting to him enough that the words don’t quite form. it takes him a moment to process her response, to realise he’d been given permission. he can’t hold it back anymore at that, noises getting louder as his orgasm hits him hard. hands move to her hips before he can stop himself, desperately holding her there to keep her in place, to keep her close. one hand leaves her hip only just long enough to find her hand, to pull it to his mouth and put her fingers in his mouth, a halfhearted attempt to muffle just how loud he is mixed with the desire to feel more of her, to taste her. hips buck upwards even as he starts to feel overstimulated, desperate to feel the pleasure for as long as he possibly can, even when it feels like its too much. he just doesn’t want to stop, desperately wants to fill her up as much as he possibly can.

#spiriitum #theyre so #answered. #answered prompts. #in character. #arc one. #nsft cw

[jasnstilnski]

@spiriitum / continued.

HE WOULD NEVER PUT THE WEIGHT OF THIS ON JONAS. getting their story out there was important, letting people know what horrible things had been done to them was instrumental in making sure it never happened to anyone else. jonas couldn’t control the reactions, and in truth jason’s far from surprised that people are scared of him. he isn’t like jonas, he doesn’t have beautiful wings, he can’t he portrayed as harmless. he has harsh burns, leathery skin, a demeanour that most people consider to just be WRONG. he doesn’t have the luxury of people seeing him as beautiful despite his pain, he only has people seeing the pain, seeing the danger. jason’s sure that no one thinks about jonas’s ability to be violent and dangerous, is certain that jonas is just seen as a poor, beautiful thing. he’s entirely certain that the world sees him in an opposite light.

head is shaking the moment jonas starts blaming himself, lifting himself off of the floor to sit on the bed facing jonas. hands slide on top of jonas’s, try to discourage him tugging at his hair, trying to calm him down. jason isn’t good at words, not like jonas is, but he knows that holding hands can be nice, that sometimes a hug is enough to make things better. hugs from jonas got him through a lot of things he once thought he’d never be able to survive.

“you’re good.” voice stern, as stern as he can make it. he doesn’t have poetic words, but he has emphasis. “PERFECT.” and jason truly does believe that. he doesn’t see the flaws that jonas overthinks about, doesn’t see any problem with the way they live. he loves jonas and jonas loves him, and in jason’s eyes that is more than enough. to not only know what it feels like to love someone, but to know that he is loved in return, that those feelings are strong and true and not going anywhere. it’s crucial to him, the only thing that has kept him alive this long.

“be DEAD without you.” and he doesn’t just mean the lab. jonas knows how much he’s saved jason, knows that the redhead has never been good at navigating the world around him. physically and mentally, he’d be entirely lost without jonas.

#they make me scream so hard #spiriitum #spiriitum 003. #in character. #pv. (spiriitum).

[pairoleplays]

YOU LIKED A STARTER FOR DOCTOR STRANGE

@spiriitum​ for any muse

[DOCTOR STRANGE]

“I’m sorry, how did you get here...?”

#spiriitum #muse: Doctor strange

[xamassed]

⟬ @spiriitum / s.c ⟭

"You fly, so. . . you can go anywhere, right?" She turned her eyes from the window and peered to the winged man beside her. In the early morning light, he was gorgeous, and it took her a moment to remember what she really wanted to ask. "How high have you gone? What's the coolest place you've flown to?"

#spiriitum #spiriitum ; jonas #「 ( anita ; ic ) 」 #「 v. dangerous flips and car crashes ( anita ; modern ) 」

[frvckles]

"hey, um-- you-- you're SURE you're okay with this? i mean... i can, like... sleep on the floor." their little hotel in venice only had one bed. someone hadn't exactly planned that right, but, hey... he wasn't the one who'd reserved rooms. admittedly, it's EXCITING, in a way. he and ollie, they're A THING now. like a COUPLE. ever since they'd come home from wakanda, things had been different.

a GOOD DIFFERENT... but different. and as happy as the thought of sharing a bed with his boyfriend (!!!) makes him, he also finds himself NERVOUS.

"i just don't wanna make you uncomfortable, y'know?"

‘ i don’t want you to sleep on the floor, peter. ’ a tiny, somewhat shy smile flickers across the blonde’s lips, his body shuffling backwards on the bed, making space and hoping that peter would AT LEAST take a seat. he understands where peter’s nerves come from, after all, they’ve never been so much as allowed to spend a night in the same room before, but by some sheer coincidence they had not only ended up allocated to the same room, but a bed too. 

shifting up onto his knees, his hands reach out to take peter’s. ‘ i’m not uncomfortable. ’ he punctuates with a squeeze of his BOYFRIEND’S hands. ‘ maybe a little embarrassed, it’s not exactly like i imagined it – ’ but visiting VENICE, as a recently official couple, it really couldn’t seem any more fitting. ‘ – are –- are you uncomfortable ?? ’ his brows furrow for a moment, ‘ because if you are – i-- there’s probably a room with two beds somewhere… ’

@spiriitum​ ( x )

#spiriitum #ᴠ•. 𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔤𝔞𝔡𝔢 ( thief ) #EARLY DAYS FLUFF #fumbling idiots that literally helped save the universe together nervous about sharing a bed for the first time #its just so THEM

[rotturn]

@spiriitum, jonas: “You don’t have to be here. They’ll harass you, too.”

HE CAN’T HANDLE CROWDS. groups of people always overwhelm him, so many noises and voices and people, no space to himself, no idea who could be lurking in the sea of people. even with brenner gone and the lab burned to the ground he never feels like it’s over. even now that jonas has published his book and the world knows what was done to them, even when everyone would know who to blame if anything happened, jason is always ready for the worst. always ready to be taken back, to find himself back in those white tiled walls under the harsh light that hurts his eyes, to wake up and realise that it had all just been some kind of beautiful dream, that none of this was real and he was just making it up to cope with the daily pain. even when things are the best they’ve ever been, he can’t afford to feel safe.

but even if he doesn’t feel safe, he’ll always go with jonas. glued to his side, refusing to let him go through such an intense time alone. he knows what will come, has faced it a couple of times before. camera flashes that blind and disorient him, questions yelled that he doesn’t know how to answer, hands grabbing at him in a crowd. it’s intense and it’s scary, these people well aware of his biggest vulnerabilities. he’ll never forget the time someone in a crowd dumped water on him, just to see what it would do. it took days to recover from that, but no one’s dared to do it since. the way they reacted, the speed that they took off at, made it clear that it wouldn’t be tolerated.

he just squeezes jonas’s hand tighter, confirms his decision. he’ll always stand at jonas’s side, even with the risk that comes from publicity. being overwhelmed and scared is nothing new for him, truth be told he’d handle it all fine. he could keep it all bottled up until the events over and he can let it all out in the safety of their own home. they both know how catastrophic things could be if his emotions got the best of him in public, both well aware that too much fear could lead to burns and lawsuits. “’m okay. i wanna be here.” because it’s not just about HIS fear, not just about how he struggles. he knows jonas struggles with crowds too, that the vulnerability of his book and the intensity of people wanting to know more can be too much. neither of them deals well with people invading their space, neither deals well with being touched without being prepared. it’s not just for his own safety, but jonas’s too. he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if anything happened and he wasn’t there.

#spiriitum #answered. #answered prompts. #jason stilinski hammond: in character. #jason stilinski hammond: pv | spiriitum.

[never-surrender]

@spiriitum || Ella

"Here clear from small town Texas, heres your very own southern beauty, Ella Reyez!!" The announcement of her arrival came moments before a blood red mare came flying from the entrance to the large arena with such speed the riders hat flew off, fluttering to the ground... and before it so much as landed the mare was rounding the first barrel. An arc of dirt kicked up, the mare dropped its haunches some as it gathered back up its speed, only to do it twice more... and as the rider and mare both raced back to the entrance turned exit, the crowd was certainly showing their excitement for the run as they cheered...

Ella heard none of it. The thundering in her ears from the sheer adrenaline of experiencing g forces on a horse far too loud. She was practically breathless by the time she got her horse to settle and finally stop long enough to go and find a certain somebody ...

And once she saw Dick waiting for her, Ella couldn't help the way her smile rose, reaching up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear as she drew her horse to a stop ... though Calamity certainly didn't want to stay still, if the way her back hooves shifted, rocking Ella side to side. "Hello handsome."

#spiriitum

[healingsorcery-arc]

@spiriitum​   requested   an   appointment   with   the   doctor :   🤩

❝ Now   I   need   to   ponder   my   EXISTENCE   and   ask   myself   if   I'm   truly   real. ❞

RANDOM   SENTENCE   GENERATOR ( accepting )

#⚕ 【qυєѕтιση єνєяу ℓєѕѕση】 answered. #spiriitum #{ lee! <3 }

[airxn]

airin smells like spaghetti 🍝

     “ That’s because my mane is like a lil’ oven. ”

what does my muse smell like?

#Airin Response. #Ask. #spiriitum #( this is the only correct answer!! )