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“  would you put day drinking under experience or special abilities?  ”  

independent jessica jones from marvel’s jessica jones  &  earth-616.  investigated by bucku since 2015.  #profanemouth  ©

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#* out of character

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@danviers said: “ i remember being shot, ” with the paper rasp of a hospital cot's sheet drawing back. it's thin, almost lost in the steady if not needling chirp of monitors keeping constant time with alex's vital signs.

sam, shoulders aching from the forward slouch pulling her defeatedly inward, looks up. " you're awake, " draws the corners of her mouth to a relieved tilt. the hospital chair, all hard plastic & remnant of the comfortless hours of sitting & waiting & hoping, squelches against the tile in complaint. but sam moves determinedly closer.

" ----- you're in the hospital .... wing ... underground. but you probably already know that. " the unspent energy of staying suspended in the knowledge that alex could wake, or NOT, at any moment spills into the clutch of her fingertips around alex's hand.

" i really hate hospitals. more than ever, " rushes its way free. " but you're awake. how are you feeling? "

#danviers #i have yet to choose a verse

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#𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍. #me-ow

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doing a starter call bc of reasons so like this post

#* out of character

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" with ruby, it is. " hopelessness has had its hooks in her. more than once, despair's ponderous promise has made its attempt to shackle another victim. bank accounts bleeding in bright red, pantries yawning & empty. & none of that to speak for the curdling evil that had clawed its way out into the world once she'd set foot in national city to make its final bid for power. but ruby, the daughter whose name she'd made a grounding mantra of in juru, is the impenetrable BRIGHT SPARK that refuses to be snuffed in her breast.

" i just ... the second i first saw her, i knew there'd be nothing else more important than being there for her. "

" that's the easy part. " she lists a shoulder into a breath that parts her lips so that when she meets diana's eye it is with nothing but earnestness. " but for everything else? i don't know how you do it. "

❝ yet, you have never lost your heart, sam. ❞ admiration is thick in a voice too often punctuated by sorrow; consumed with it. she wears her scars like she wears her tiara: proudly. both speak to her heritage. but perhaps there is a difference between scars that decorate the skin and demons that haunt the mind. they mar her so profusely in ways that escape comparison. it is okay to be broken, she remembers. it is the fault of the greedy eye to believe that a puzzle must have all its pieces to be beautiful.

she steps closer to sam. not because she is brave. ( it's so, so rarely because she is brave. ) but because she is learning, again, how to offer companionship. in time, she will also learn to accept companionship. she smiles a smile that is all in her eyes. ❝ that is not such an easy thing to do. ❞

#am4zon #*𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 - 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐦 ( 𝐤𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐧!𝐬𝐚𝐦 )

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@qwannon said: something very wrong happened in this plane.

PROMPTS FROM CSI: CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION

" tell me about it. " DISASTER smolders in the aftermath ; scorch marks breathe up against the interior, leaving long-dark fingers of soot smudged up to the ceiling. it scatters through each aisle from untouched to upholstery marred beyond recognition. the stench of it is thick, coating her tongue until her mouth wrenches with it. sam stands in the wreckage, the crimson stroke of her cape TOO BRIGHT in the wake of pluming smoke just now clearing.

" i'm no expert, but from what i saw, this didn't seem like a mechanical issue. " she touches her hand to the back of one of the seats, studying for anything that might seem out of the ordinary. " but aside from tampering ... what else could it have been? "

#qwannon #*𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 - 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐦 ( 𝐤𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐧!𝐬𝐚𝐦 )

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she has the force of a blunt weapon ; her fist could burst a crater & not show so much as a dusty nick for it. " this is a little more my style. " still, the bow of her mouth slides up at a wry bent on one side while the bobby pin slips back to its home, innocuous & commonplace. she could have wrenched the door of its hinges without so much as a blink, but when her palm closes around cool brass, it turns as easily as though they've been invited in. " ----- let's just hope we don't find any reason to use your thing once we're in here. "

she toes into the room with a ginger step, ears pricked for the alert. " is this a bad time to say after you? "

❝     saw you doing what ?     ❞ she singsongs innocently, and barely keeps herself from emitting a whistle too. the bill of her red sox baseball cap sits slightly askew and is readjusted; her high ponytail, which is threaded through the back, pulled taut by the elastic. the blonde then assumes a casual half-lean stance, a shoulder propped against the adjacent wall and arms folded across the abdomen. ❝     you're pretty good with that bobby pin.     ❞ a playful grin takes shape. ❝     granted, i could also've lent you the stiletto knife i've got tucked into my boot.     ❞

#warbyrds #*𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 - 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐦 ( 𝐤𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐧!𝐬𝐚𝐦 )

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endless odette annable gifs 9/?

#𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍.

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" well ... they at least know i might show up. " suspicion spider-crawls up the nape of her neck & pricks the gossamer hairs along the way. the lead is a warning for they way she can't see through it. it should tell her they're prepared, that there are more obstacles in their way.

" i think you're right. if they're using lead, then they're familiar with kryptonians & that means that whatever is waiting for us on the other side is probably not as harmless as lead. "

but the not knowing means that they're exposed & unguarded, trapped in the honey lure with nowhere to go. she has nothing to act upon but instinct & a split second's focus. " oh, boy, " betrays the alarm pricking its venom fangs in at the base of her skull & it's all adrenaline that shoots her hand out to wring around his forearm. there's no time to think, so it's a thankful moment for all the abilities that come with her heritage. " ----- how do you feel about getting out of here at superspeed? "

sebastian waits patiently as sam tugs her glasses down and gives the walls beyond them a good super-look . he can't see what she sees , so instead he plays along — still hiding her behind his larger frame to try and rid them of any curiosity or disagreeable looks . he watches @reignthem as she studies the barriers in their way , and from the look on her face , IT'S NOT GOOD . ❝ lead , ❞ he echoes . ❝ so they're blocking your view deeper into the building . they know you're here . ❞ a long pause . ❝ stealth , probably . i can talk my way out of a paper bag on most days , BUT IF WE'RE DEALING WITH PEOPLE WHO SUSPECT YOU'RE HERE . . . it might be better to approach this situation quietly . ❞ sebastian turns back around to study the crowd , scour the scene for any useful information , and notices a professional-looking goon walking in their general direction . sebastian balks . ❝ let's move . think we just got noticed . ❞

#gunbash #*𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 - 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐦 ( 𝐤𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐧!𝐬𝐚𝐦 )

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PROMPTS FROM CSI: CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATION *  assorted dialogue from season 1 of the show, adjust as necessary

you want to be different? pin me up against a wall; lay one on me like you mean it.

it could be four minutes. could be four days.

if you stay, with my right hand to god, you will never regret it.

i need you to roll up your sleeve and give me a pint of your blood.

how do you know all this crap?

it's our job to know stuff.

there are other ways to tell, you know.

i'm a scientist. i like to see it.

you're standing in my crime scene.

people leave us clues. they speak to us in thousands of different ways. it's our job to make sure we've tried to hear every single thing they've said.

stop flirting with me.

i can't believe i used to live in a place like this.

and here i had all this respect for you.

i come here for calamari.

well... that's good news.

no way. use your own hand.

you just compromised our investigation.

i guess you just have to be on the wrong end of an affair to understand.

look... could we have a truce?

blood's like my grandfather. never lies.

are you hitting on me, david?

you may not like where it takes you.

i think our killer was counting on that.

maybe i saw you perform.

what do you got for me? i could use a rush.

you don't owe me anything.

wow. you look so... normal.

when are we going to talk about what happened?

you'll have to excuse me.

somebody left a message. i need to see the rest of it.

you guys will never get it, will you?

you know, you can joke all you want. it's your ass on the line.

life's like holding a dove. you hold it too hard, you kill it. hold it too soft, and it'll fly away.

you look a little tired.

something very wrong happened in this plane.

now you want to go down that route?

please tell me you have something.

it took five people to kill him. it would have only taken one person to save his life.

you have empathy for her. you want someone to pay for what was done to her. that's normal.

you want to sleep with me?

how do you know about that already?

whoa. somebody likes their job.

hey! this has nothing to do with you!

why is it every time we meet you're wanting me to take my clothes off?

you weren't in your office.

you don't have a worry that technology is gonna make us obsolete?

next time, why don't you try talking to me instead of going around behind my back?

what the hell are you doing?

i don't know whether i'll help you or not.

i don't mean to stare.

am i disturbing you?

what are you so afraid of?

you could be a little more supportive.

you just love that, don't you?

i would never doubt your word.

how a person does one thing is how a person does everything.

so are you thinking what i'm thinking?

someone's bitter.

you're awake. i hate you.

i slept like a baby yesterday.

do you need a hand with that?

are you looking for work?

you can't read anymore?

i can't drink any more coffee. my body clock is so screwed up.

what do you drive?

how much do you make so you can take care of me?

caught in the act.

every day we meet people on the worst day of their lives.

i wish i were like you. i wish i didn't feel anything.

what do you do for fun?

#𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄. 𝐀𝐒𝐊 & 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐆𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓.

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@junktrap said: ❝ i appreciate anyone that opens a conversation with threats of bodily harm. ❞

BALDUR’S GATE 3 STARTERS (PART 1)

" oh gosh. " heat seeps into her cheeks & rushes toward her ears faster than the zoom window disappears in front of her. sam plucks an earbud free, wincing up at a stranger. apology stretches her smile into something closer to a grimace. " ----- that wasn't directed at you ; i promise. "

she waves a hand over her laptop. the offending boxes of stern-faced businessmen have since dissipated, but the sentiment translates itself well into her bedraggled, fruitless attempt at explaining the situation.

sam frowns, hauls in a deep breath, & steels herself in preparation. both hands clench the remnant frustration of being the only woman on a conference call. " i was just on a meeting with a group of very unpleasant investors & .... ugh. "

" ----- i feel like i should buy you a coffee for even having to overhear it. "

#junktrap #*𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 - 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 ( 𝐬 𝟑 )

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@danviers said: ' you know all my hiding places. '

“WE CONSTANTLY FLIRT EVERY TIME WE MEET BUT IT’S NEVER GONE ANYWHERE”

" that's how i really know you trust me. " she paws through the bullied old rucksack that has a home on her hip these days. it's still whole despite the soft spots in the fabric & the strap clinging to her shoulder wears its battle scars better than most of the living still out there with them. sam holds out a can that, too, has seen happier days, label worn thin & peeling dog-eared off the round of it in a flagging curl.

" here, " sam says decidedly. " you have to be hungry. "

TRUST is a rarer commodity than the dusty, pockmark-riddled tin of scant protein sauced in something that before... she hadn't touched one of these since the early days where the forced choice between a pack of diapers & a meal was a real, present problem. but they have it, somehow. she has alex's hiding places & alex has the knowledge that something ... something isn't right ( & it's not the dead still dragging their bones across the open city streets or the pervasive panic about having a safe place to sleep at night ).

" it happened again today, " comes her confession, buried between the creases of her brow. " ---- i lost ... i don't know, it felt like no time at all. "

#danviers #*𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞: 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝; 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞.

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@am4zon said: i lost everything, but i’m still trying.

SENTENCE PROMPTS FROM VARIOUS TV SHOWS

" hey, no. " her hands reach out, reactionary to stop. her fingertips inch toward gleaming gauntlets that are so exquisite in the heat of battle they seem indestructible. finding purchase, now in the aftermath, they scrabble over cool metal for a semblance of warmth & reassurance. " you haven't lost .... not everything. " a swallow baubles around a snagged breath in her throat. " ----- there's still hope. "

#am4zon #*𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 - 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐦 ( 𝐤𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐧!𝐬𝐚𝐦 )

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#𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐍. #this show was so weird but she looks great

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" i'm pretty sure that you & i are in the same boat when it comes to naturally imbued superpowers. so, positive intent? "

" but, uh... bravery isn't going to get out of this one, so i'm going to lean on you for the creative ideas. "

"I can't tell if that was meant to be a compliment or if it was meant to be the start of an insult."

#forthewinn #*𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 - 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐧 ( 𝐬 𝟑 )

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" was it? " ekes out between the clenched-smile grit of her teeth. it's a frozen, forced expression belied by the inflexible, disingenuous way that it doesn't find its way up to her eyes. she shoves out a breath in an attempt to warm it somehow. one brow curls upward in his direction while each inhale-exhale pattern works the obvious subterfuge out of her posture. clammy-handed, the nerves slaked on her open palms, she eases an apologetic bow into her arched sideways glance. " ----- sorry. it's still kind of ... new, the whole super strength thing. "

but he's right.

the crowd hasn't turned their way, even with the hushing & bustling of trying ( read: FAILING ) to appear inconspicuous. so, that means the whole thing's not a bust. " give me a minute, " tips her glasses down the bridge of her nose so she can look behind, past the framework of the walls to see a swath of black interspersed between the planks & steel support beams. " ----- we have to make it through there, " her chin nods toward the space. " it's lead. which means they know that it's me, or someone like me, looking into this. stealth? or polite distraction? "

any annoyance in his face fades fast — mostly thanks to the sharp jab into his stomach . ❝ that was unnecessary , ❞ he quips back , expression wounded and defensive . that fades , too ; sam's words snap sebastian back down to earth and allow him time to reorganize his thoughts . SHE'S RIGHT ABOUT APPEARING SUSPICIOUS , right to be wary of the way they look to others around them . as a last ditch effort to blend in , he turns his body away from the suspicious party , facing sam completely and shielding his friend's form from their view . ❝ better ? ❞ the aggravation is gone , but there's still a bit of soreness in his side . he rubs the spot . ❝ you're too strong for me . that . . . ow . ❞ finally , a bit of mirth flashes into his gaze . ❝ so now that you've panicked , and now that i've almost given us away . . . WHAT DO WE DO NEXT ? you're the smart one of the two of us , @reignthem . you come up with the ideas while i just stand here and look pretty . ❞

#gunbash #*𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 - 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐦 ( 𝐤𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐧!𝐬𝐚𝐦 ) #this team up is so innocuous it brings me so much joy