Lidia Yuknavitch, Dora: A Headcase
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HEYOOO
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look at this overgrown wireless charger
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@ladysifwarriorborn
When the Klingon woman invited Helena for a “game night,” the latter suspected to be “in for some fun” and was ready to be amazed. She’d never been offered an opportunity such as this one. However, soon, she realised she should have expected to take a stand.
It all began with a harmless round of Klingon checkers. A trifle amusement between acquaintances. Yet her counterpart took the honoured game so seriously that when she noted Hel give in easily, which resulted in her defeat, she insisted the human play her best match or fight her in armed combat. Her blonde companion obliged, and that brought forth a different issue. A stalemate.
After hours of stagnation, Helena finally offered a solution: were they to get drunk, perhaps one would lose quicker, in possession of a clouded mind. The Klingon woman only laughed at that, for she was no weakling and could hold her liquor. Unfortunately, Hel could as well.
A few additional hours later, the game night became a drunken challenge. And still, not one woman fell. The next suggestion was pure madness induced by the over-consumption of the bloodwine.
That is how both women found themselves staring at a bowl filled to the brim with lemons. Hel’s misty eyes lazily travelled over the sour fruit, her smirk lopsided. ‘Shall we begin?’ The stutter in her speech was highly noticeable.
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@deafarcher
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Isn't it though.
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Mighty Thor #426
Tom DeFalco & Ron Frenz
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Sketch of Sif I did in class
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“Thanks For Your Follow!”
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ロキシフとのじわじわとした関係が好き😍
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"First time we met I was ejected from your flying ship and climbed my way back," Sif reminded Coulson. "I am not fragile. Your apologies, however well-meant, are unnecessary."
"Good to see you, Son of Coul!"
~ladysifwarriorborn
Coulson smiles.
"Greetings, Lady Sif. How fares things with you in New Asgard? Do you need anything?"
@ladysifwarriorborn
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Hel's laughter brought a smile to Sif's face. She too let out a raspy laughter, simply brought on by the genuine joy in the other woman's tone.
"Males are shockingly same between species. They tend to be so proud of any protrusions and sizeable formations," Sif pointed out.
"Just say the word and I'll see that he has something else to think about. The corridors here are so narrow and twisty. Just an accident waiting to happen."
"Oh." Sif was taken aback and took a moment to process the information.
"Do you need me to render him less enternainable? Break his arm or leg perhaps?" Sif offered. "Since he says he is the brains of this operation, I assume he doesn't need all his limbs functional to be useful. Unless, you like him." Her eyes darted from one corner to another, as she rummaged through her memories of the man, trying to recall something worth liking in him. "He does have a nice... lobal formation. For his species."
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"They are beautiful," Sif admitted. "Midgard does have gorgeous sunsets, and a great variety of them."
"Season of harvest. It used to be my favourite time to visit Midgard."
~Sif
"What about it do you like? The colours and the autumn leaves or the hot chocolates by the fireside?"
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'You can kill a man but you can't kill what he stands for...'
"Of all the people I have met, Helena, I am sure you would find a way to kill a cause."
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