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The font that decorated the front cover was so, completely fancy that it was comical considering the circumstances. Boldface letters curved and twisted to spell out the quintessential, celebratory words --- accessorized with intricate designs of stars. Darcy wasn’t sure how appreciative Jane would be of the artistic freedom taken with drawing, but stars were stars ; and it wasn’t as if accuracies regarding the rise, life, and fall of stars were relevant nowadays, anyways. The point was : it was all very pretty --- surely worth every extra penny she had invested in the amalgamation of this gift.     

                      Besides, as the cliche went : it was what was inside that was important. 

Hi, Jane  :  I hope this package reaches you in time, and if it doesn’t...I hope you enjoy it all the same. 

The next line begun which a cluster of small black dots, the many attempted starts made by the troubled young woman. Despite having prepared an outline for what she wished to express over the course of this letter, SELF-DOUBT had remained true its nature and decided to show to the party at the last minute. Though, credit should be given where due and here, with an overly-strong swipe of her pen, Darcy continued on with writing.

I know that I haven’t contacted you in a while, and I’m sorry about that. I don’t know if you’ve tried to find me at my apartment or at the university, but I haven’t been there either. I’ve moved back to Seattle, and will be here until my Masters supervisor gets back from her sabbatical sometime mid-Summer. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you that either...but anyways, this isn’t about me. 

The last letters of the last sentence faded away, marking the death of whatever pen Darcy had been using at the time. And even though she and this particular pen had a long ( and lucky ) history, she didn’t hesitate as she chucked it towards the waste bin. The rest of the card would be weighed down in an ink that was also BLACK,  but clearly of a different shade.

It’s weird not hearing news about you, anymore. And it’s weird that we don’t share any mutual friends anymore, either. I know it’s all for the better considering how things are now, but still,   I hope you’ve been well.  And I hope you have someone wherever you are to celebrate with you today.   You deserve a good and fun day.  And before you say that this day doesn’t matter or that you can’t technically have a birthday anymore, I’m saying otherwise.  Because either way and any way, you deserve this.

There were odd smudges that appeared on the sturdy, quality card paper, then. A mixture of salt and cheap ink, but it didn’t get in the way of the next pen stroke. Darcy had also prepared for this.

Jane, this is the kind of shit that no one ever says enough, but today is special so I’m going to suck it up and say it.  I didn’t know how important you would become to me when I signed up to be your intern. I literally just needed an extra six credits and some research experience, you know that. I also didn’t know how much of an impact the work that you were doing would have an impact on our world. You literally saved the world, Jane --- and I am very proud to say that I had even a little part in that. Even though you are more than this one planet now and things have changed with you being an universe and then some....I know that all universes have to come from somewhere or something. You taught me that.   I know you don’t like talking about it, but you do have a past and I think it’s a tradition on birthdays to look back and compare who were used to be to who you are today.  And there are a gazillion ways to react to how you’ve change, but I think you should be proud. I know I am. You’ve accomplished so much through your hard work, passion, and endless curiosity --- and despite the hardships of your pasts and those who tried super hard to hold you back. And now, I’d like to see someone else handle this radical change to your very make-up with as much strength and normalcy as you do. 

Deep grooves and dents were marked into the card paper, becoming increasingly violent and persistent as the paragraph went on. With the inaccuracies and blatant bias acknowledged, Darcy had forged ahead nonetheless. This wasn’t some professional science publication or an accountable news account ; these were the words she needed to tell Jane, and if she hadn’t done it for this occasion, there was a fear that she never would. 

You’re my hero, Jane.  Thanks for being my mentor, my friend, and for allowing me to be your best friend. Congrats on making it another year and here’s to many more. Happy birthday and I hope you like your present!

P.S.  The friendship bracelet was made by my little cousin for you and me after I told her that I was putting together a birthday surprise from my BFF.

Inside the delivery parcel was mostly cushion paper, all of it surrounding yet a smaller box. It was wrapped in a shiny, silver colour with a thin ribbon tied around and on top of it. The friendship bracelet was woven with several threads of coloured polyester : white, grey, navy blue, soft green, and black into an arrow pattern ; Darcy had placed it on top of the additional bubble inside the gift box. And lying beneath it was an vintage, ornate compass with a post-it note, of all things, stuck to it.  To finding new passion, hope, and happiness, it read.    /    @dokkstjarna .

#dokkstjarna #! CONNEX : JANE FOSTER . #( listen i don't even know ??? if this counts as a present because it's like jane/darcy meta #but at least it's in ic omg #happy bday janie #also yeah it's super biased bc darcy is just not in a good place right now but she couldn't let her bff's bday go without saying something )

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WHICH MAJOR ARCANA ARE YOU?

    THE EMPRESS 

The Arcana is the means by which all is revealed. Celebrate life's grandeur...its brilliance...its magnificence..."

The Empress represents motherly, prosperity, creativity, sexuality, abundance, fertility and comfort which most often observed in maintaining peace. Often belongs to people of authority or wise and motherly figures.

tagged by : @dokkstjarna <3 <3 tagging : ​ @spookyprofiler @exemplcm @stillhavespots @agecfthegeek @poetrs @inscnus

#! OOC . #on the one hand it's like ' darn right -- bc she's gonna be a leader one day ' #but on the other hand #i just want her to stop taking care of others and take care of herself for once #come on darce

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    “ Yes, this is absolutely necessary. ”  It was a risky task, coming down the winding staircase without sight of her feet or steps. The bundles of all things soft and fluffy piled high enough that she could even see what she assumed was an incredulous expression of Jane’s face. However, she didn’t have to peek out the window to know that the sky had finally turned pitch-black for the night ; not that she didn’t appreciate the longer days, but somethings were just done better when the moon was up and the stars were shining.  “ And grab a few more chairs if you can. ”

    Planners and schedules were a common sight in Darcy’s everyday life, but like the very nature of their FUNCTION --- there was a time and place for high organization. And sometimes, it didn’t hurt to invest in a little spontaneity. Impulse could be an ugly thing, this much Darcy knew --- but it was hard to picture normalcy without seeing Jane’s face, and if that was some kind of SAD, then so be it. She should be allowed to miss her friend. 

    Staying in the lead, Darcy marched forwards and smiled as the warm Spring-to-Summer air coasted over her skin. Ten approximate steps took her to their pile of STUFF : snacks, drinks, a couple board games, her laptop, and their various books and knick-knacks. Nothing different nor new, but everything they needed. The last bunch of blankets and pillows fell silent against the newly growing grass, and she rested her hands on her hips. “ Alright, let’s put the finishing touches on this thing. ” The fort was already standing, the main structure and framework finished and strong --- but it wasn’t SOFT enough just yet.   /   @dokkstjarna​ : because you’re never too old for a play-date.

#dokkstjarna #! VERSE : MAIN .

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predictedpancakes:

Me at the club: “Can you play Burning Up by the Jonas Brothers?”

#! MUSE : ARMED WITH A TASER AND ICED COFFEE . #! QUEUE .

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grayscale-marvel:

Darcy Lewis - [1/10 scenes] Strange Happening in London

#! THE HUMAN : VISAGE . #the Most Adorable #can't fight it #! QUEUE .

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    Her chair was edged closer to Chris’ than usual, reducing the distance needed for her words to carry over the unusually loud buzz of ambient noise. Perhaps it surprised her that more people would come out for a cup of coffee now when Spring had finally sprung, as opposed to during the Winter when warm beverages might actually do some good against the frigid temperatures. Of course, she wasn’t one to judge the temporal preferences of fellow coffee-lovers, seeing as she liked to order her usual ICED coffee no matter how warm or cold it was outside. As she saw it, REFRESHMENT wasn’t and shouldn’t be, dependent on the season.

                              In a similar manner, Darcy didn’t let something as uncontrollable or unpredictable as the WEATHER, stop her from making it out ( and about ) to visit various friends. Of course, getting in contact with Jane was definitely more a challenge these days ( that is, even more of a challenge than when she was a fellow busy human scientist ), but not even such difficulties could keep Darcy away. So, when there was a plan as simple as ‘meet at least once a month, if not once a week, to catch up over delicious coffee-drinks,’ she wasn’t going to take it for granted.

    It was good to see Chris ( in person and upright --- as opposed to on her laptop screen and...not-so-upright ), and hear about how he’s been holding up ; about the adventures he’s been on since they’ve last shared a table at their favourite coffee shop. Darcy supposed that she had plenty to share, also --- but whether or not she could find enough words to communicate her thoughts sufficiently was another question. Unfortunately, she didn’t think much sharing was going to happen on her part tonight. Maybe next week, or next month...or the next...

                             For now, she was more than content to listen to Chris and poetics ; blue gaze flickering between her friend’s face and a plate of rapidly vanishing cookies, the straw of her coffee cup held gently between idle lips. The sun had set a while ago, their table now lit only by the soft lighting of the café. And there was no shadow that casted in their direction as a strange group passed by the front window, the cheery bell of the shop’s door ringing only a moment later.   /   @krasnye​ : starter call !

#krasnye #! VERSE : MAIN . #! QUEUE . #hope this works!! #please tell me if i should tweak anything <3

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There’s nothing wrong with not understanding yourself.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via thequotejournals)

#! THE HUMAN : MINDSET . #! QUEUE .

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    If anyone asked, Darcy Lewis absolutely did not get lost on her way to the new office for nearly an hour before finally finding the appropriate building. It wasn’t as if she was late or anything ; there was no appointment or planned meeting time for this delivery, nor was it of time-sensitive urgency. If anything, this small delivery was more like a FIELDTRIP. So, what if she had decided to take the scenic route once she realized that she made three wrong turns?

                            ( If anyone asked why someone who had Google maps open managed to make three wrong turns, don’t tell that Darcy Lewis has been more or less distracted as of late --- but who would ask? )

                            “ Hi, there. I’m Darcy. From the FBI. ” That is, the FBI internship program --- but that was need-to-know information. “ I’m delivering the uh --- notes? I actually don’t know what’s in these files, but my supervisor told me to bring them to Karen Page, so. ”   /   @cunningtruths : starter call !

#cunningtruths #! VERSE : MAIN . #hi!! i hope this works ~ #! QUEUE .

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floraltattoo:

Daydream In Blue - I Monster

#! AESTHETIC : TUNES ON . #! QUEUE .

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    “ Uh --- it’s called a ROSE. ”  She nodded her head and gave the flower another glance, just to make sure that she gave the correct answer ; her blue gaze glued to the red petals and few, broad leaves, and if anyone were to speculate, they might just think that Darcy was avoiding eye contact with the QUEEN.

                       Apparently, watching the Princess Diaries three times before this introduction to ROYALTY was not sufficient preparation. Obviously, she knew not to bring a chicken to her audience with Sigyn,but that single rose was starting to look really lonely. Lonely and maybe even awkward despite how well-received her token as by the queen. It was a good sign, of course : suggesting that the Queen of Asgard was actually a really nice, really friendly person --- unlike some other people who hailed from outer space...

    “ Are there flowers that are similar on Asgard? ”  /   @veddette​ : starter call !

#veddette #! VERSE : MAIN . #from your lovely meme reply! #she has like 1000 questions #and this is what she goes with first #oh no #! QUEUE .

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Do you have a Pinterest for Darcy?

I do! Here is the link.

#! OOC . #Anonymous

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*   MUSE’S   WORST   TRAITS.

aggressive   /   callous   /   cannibal   /   careless   /   compulsive   /   cowardly   /   domineering   /   envious   /   greedy   /   hypocritical   /   impatient   /   impolite   /   incompetent   /   kidnapper   /   lazy   /   liar   /   materialistic   /   murderer   /   obsessive   /   overcritical   /   overemotional   /   patronizing   /   sarcastic   /   self - indulgent   /   serial  killer   /   torturer   /   touchy   /   traitorous   /   unclean   /  unpredictable   /   untidy   /   vain   /   vengeful

TAGGED BY :  @dokkstjarna <3 TAGGING : @ciacowboy @krasnye @agecfthegeek @xturaab @stillhavespots @pathfdr @epistocracy

#! MUSE : ARMED WITH A TASER AND ICED COFFEE . #she doesn't have that many that could be deemed 'worst' honestly #but the few she does have are out of control #mostly because one ) she doesn't even /know/ that she has those traits #and two ) if she does know then she ignores it #! QUEUE .

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   She rubbed her hands together, the residual coolness of her recently discarded iced coffee numbing her palms and fingertips. While it had been completely over the top ( as far as Darcy was concerned ) for the security agents to throw away her beverage, she supposed that she understood the paranoia behind it all ; well, that and it was usually not the best thing to have chilled fingers before potentially having to HACK up a storm --- even if they said this was just going to be an introduction and small debriefing meeting. Still, it didn’t make her exactly happy to know that she would be the only one without a mug or caffeinated beverage at the conference table.

   Several of her colleagues walked on ahead of her, but she didn’t mind ; their conversation about some soccer game wasn’t something that interested her in the least. Instead, she took the opportunity to take in her surroundings, happy to find that the headquarters actually matched what she had imagined prior to arriving. All very sleek, very cool...VERY INTIMIDATING. Not very similar to the NSA building she worked in back home.  Join the NSA, travel the world, and then don’t tell anyone about it!

   She was last through the conference room door, hand wrapped around the strap of her messenger bag ; steps were small and awkward as her colleagues took their time shaking hands and exchanging professional pleasantries. By the time her petite self was revealed, a small smile had arranged itself on her visage, her right hand ready to be offered in greeting. “ Yeah, hi! Nice to meet you, ” she told the first man after her superior had introduced her. “ This is a cool headquarters you got here. Feels like I’m in a spy movie. ”   /   @stillhavespots​ : plotted starter !

#stillhavespots #! VERSE : MAIN . #i hope this is okay !! #she hasn't seen q yet #bc she smol #and every1 was in her way haha

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melisica:

https://instagram.com/p/BSymkzGAXVy/

#! AESTHETIC : GOT ANY MOUNTAIN DEW ? #! CONNEX : JANE FOSTER . #update: still crying about this #! QUEUE .

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THE FEELING WHEN YOU’RE TIPSY AND IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE ALCOHOL :

[★] Another huffed chuckle as the Soldier once again ducked his head, masking his smile.  ❛   Thanks, but i’m good.   ❜

How many drinks would it take to intoxicate him   ?   Ren considered. His tolerance was unnaturally high, owing to the serum that coursed through his veins. But did that mean that inebriation was impossible   ?   Or simply a huge mountain to climb ?

He switched his attention to Darcy once again, turning the conversation around with a simple question ————– after all, it was far easier for him to LISTEN, at this point, than speak further about himself. There was no doubt that Darcy had secrets of her own  ( everyone did, after all ) … but would revealing her secrets condemn her in any way ? 

❛   Why DID you come out tonight   ?   ❜ 

    Her lips parted, but only in habit ; she didn’t have an answer to share and quite frankly, she didn’t want to go looking for one. And yet, as she wasn’t about to start fabricating an answer either. It wouldn’t be fair to him and it wouldn’t be good for her. Bars and pubs like this were meant to help people forget the details, forget about the challenges and hard / sharp realities. Was that what she had wanted?  It certainly didn’t sound like something she would want --- but here she was. 

    A heavy breath fell from her lips as she raised her glass ; obviously, this guy was looking to make sure they made the most of this one drink. Maybe if she had just taken him by the hand...

    The rest of the drink went down the hatch in the next moment, and braced herself. “ I guess, I just...wanted to --- ” In a sudden shift, she changes her posture, turning to face Ren completely : hands splayed on the countertop between them, nearly tempted to grab hold of him and square him to her, as well. “ Do you know the feeling when literally everything is fucking UPSIDE-DOWN, and now matter how hard you try, you can’t make it go back? Like --- like, you try and look at it at different angles or...I don’t know, you try to shift shit around to make it better, but NOTHING FUCKING WORKS? ” She paused and watched for his reaction, but it didn’t really matter. He wanted to know why she here, and now, so did she. “ It sucks. It really sucks and I guess I thought that if I just left my home for like, a few hours or whatever --- that when I came back, maybe some hocus-pocus shit would have gone down and everything would be okay, you know? A girl can hope. ”

#exubiytsa #! VERSE : MAIN . #she's just tired #but also v angry #but mostly tired #! QUEUE .

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TOP SECRET : DELICIOUS ICED COFFEE AND KILLER INSIDE JOKES .

“At least I tried” Drew kept a serious face until he could not humor it anymore and a chuckle left him. “Assassin’s play house, you beat me there. Fine, so no calling any assassin to help us with these” he said after taking another box, and the last one, to the building pile. “So, tell me, how is it that you know what assassins think and what they do exactly?” hi eyebrow rose with curiosity, turning back to her with his hands shoving into his pockets, merely to let his arms fall and rest from all the effort they just made. “Unless it’s top secret and I cannot know about it, if that’s the case… Just give me a hint, yes?”

    She eyed the growing pile, thinking it was starting to look too much like a bad game of JENGA to continue ; organizing all this stuff was enough work as is, but if everything were to come crashing down now, then she might be tempted to call it a day. After all, the only thing worse than having to tackle hard work was having to re-do all that hard work, especially for a reason as dumb as GRAVITY. 

                        Using the precarious pile as an excuse, Darcy turned her back and started to shift a few boxes here and there, evening out the piles while moving some closer to the door. Her bottom lip pulled down for a moment as she racked her brain for an appropriate response : a more and more frequent combination of honest yet private. It was a difficult balance, to say the least. after all, it wasn’t NORMAL for someone to know what assassins think and do, and even though Drew was only joking, a sense of paranoia pricked beneath her skin.

                       “ It totally is TOP SECRET. I can’t even give you a hint because they’ll probably steal my Starbucks rewards card from me --- and I’m like, two drinks away from a freebie, so totally not gonna risk it. ”

#pianomxn #! VERSE : MAIN . #! QUEUE .

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There are some people you’ll never see again. At least, not in the same way

Iain Thomas  (via glassbonespaperskin)

#! THE HUMAN : MINDSET . #! CONNEX : JANE FOSTER . #i'm holding just fine #darcy doesn't know her bff is dead #it's fine #! QUEUE .