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I spent an absolutely lovely weekend visiting my bff @aliasinvestigate! I will be back to replies this week!

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not to be dramatic but the trauma of being a daughter is real and my relationship with my mother is and will always be one of the most devastating and complex relationships i will ever experience

#to save the world of course (trish) #behind every successful woman is herself (lena)

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always half tempted to make a caard, always lazy af about image editing 🙃 

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scotch swirls warm and amber in her glass, her own reflection distorting on the surface as she stares down. she throws it back, downing two fingers to erase her visage in an oversized gulp that burns on the way down, hot and cold and taking her breath as she struggles under the weight of alex's conviction.

"maybe you're right," she returns, setting her glass on the table with a solid tink. "but my blood is still luthor. it's only a matter of time before the genetic timebomb goes off and takes me too."

her worst fear laid bare -- that she, too, could become the villain in more than just a tmz headline. that her mind could be corrupted without the permission of her heart, and everyone she holds close could be ruined in her wake.

"just --- promise me that when they task you with taking me down, you do it right. i don't want to become the next lex, wreaking havoc from inside a cell."

@sunlightreverie asked: " look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you pretend it isn't. " - from lena

Drawing the zenith of her attention from the glass dangling loosely from her hand, — a habit that'd lessened in recent months, but that still stuck the same way that gunpowder residue did, the same way some grudges did — Alex offered a glance that clung to a certain sombreness that not even the furrow in her brow could diminish. An underlying sense of sympathy that hadn't always been there.

" I haven't always agreed with the things that you've done, " she supplied. Myriad. The numerous experiments she'd conducted just to watch Reign come alive in Sam's violated skin — the secrets she'd kept along the way. The kinds of endeavours that might have painted her in the same light as her infamous brother in the public's eyes. " But I know you, Lena. You have a good heart. ”

#danviers #behind every successful woman is herself (lena) #dramatic bitch lmfao #i'm assuming lex did smtg again #and made her all emo

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[ to >> Jessica Jones ] I'm NOT telling one of the best up and coming artists in the world that I had a stroke and ordered a $10k portrait [ to >> Jessica Jones ] Last thing we need is another "Patsy relapse?" article on TMZ [ to >> Jessica Jones ] Besides, who said it was skintight OR a leotard?

her eyes flick from her phone to her computer screen, to the tab of the philipp plein website.

"well, it's not a cape..." she murmurs, clicking add to cart on an a pink frilled baby dress with hearts and skulls.

[ to >> Jessica Jones ] There's plenty of cute that isn't Disney [ to >> Jessica Jones ] No baby capes for no Patsy merch [ to >> Jessica Jones ] Deal?

❛❛ jesus christ, trish, ❜❜ harshes under her breath when reads the reply. jessica screws her eyes closed with every inch of her inimitable strength to not imagine the shitshow of embarrassment that might come with sketched copies of her playing dress-up on every block in hell's kitchen.

[ 𝚝𝚘: 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛 ]: why not? just explain that you had a fucking stroke or something & now you need something else. [ 𝚝𝚘: 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛 ]: like a portrait of your childhood cat. [ 𝚝𝚘: 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛 ]: i don't give a shit what it is as long as it's not pictures of me in some skintight leotard dancing around the city.

still ... even with her teeth gripped tight & the rifled rejection that comes with every reminder that once ... she'd entertained that spark of desire to be a real hero, trish's next text tilts her shoulders down. her next response is gentler.

[ 𝚝𝚘: 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛 ]: we're picking them out together. & i get veto power. [ 𝚝𝚘: 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚛 ]: for ground rules, disney characters are cute. capes are a no-go.

#profanemouth

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“Having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness.”

— Katherine Henson

#to save the world of course (trish) #honey and wildfire are both the color gold (claudia)

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something familiar lies in the endless depths of the black eyes staring back at her. her feet warm inside her designer chelsea boots, the memory of smoking brimstone beneath her steps, rather than the endless concrete of new york. she sees the flicker of a spark in the demon's gnarled hands, readying a flame as if to remind her where he comes from.

"----it's right there, next to the lamp post!" trish entreats, pointing to the ghastly figure hiding between the light. "maybe... maybe you have to focus on it, right between the shadow and the light when it flickers."

her pulse thunders in her ears, heartbeat too fast, too ready to fight. there's an itch at her fingertips, weight settling on the balls of her feet as she groans, a frustrated noise curling up the back of her throat as she drops jess's hand and steps forward.

she reached of the imp; he's fast, inhumanely so, and evades trish's grip. the flame that he sends her way, snarling, she catches, however, palm open to. catch the red-hot fire as if it were a tennis ball.

"---- damn it," she swears, as the demon disappears in a whorl of smoke, trish clutching her fist to her chest as the white-hot sting of a fresh burn singes at her nerve endings. her breath comes in pants as her shoulders instinctively curl in, protective. only when she's able to catch a breath, can she force her fingers to uncurl, looking at the bright white blisters and the eery, too-black soot coating around the edges.

"you can see this, can't you?" she asks jess, holding out her injured hand. "they're real, jess! i tried to grab him and he did this." the pain in her hand and the anxiety of the unknown have her teetering, eyes hot and blurring as she blinks, trying not to let herself unravel. "please, i need you to believe me."

things like this don't just happen. or when they do, it's under the inky aura of pseudo science claiming to save people's lives or create a soldier so powerful that they could save the day from any evil threat. but the insidious, sneaking truth piggybacking with every outcome is that the greater good it promises is tinged with gangrenous greed. the provenance of her own powers ( never asked for ) is a blank hold in her mind peppered with window glass & scorched rubber skid marks.

jessica mulls over the comment, lips itching for a friendly pull off a filter to steady her nerves. ❝ simpson never mentioned a lot of shit until he did. ❞ that square-jawed, clean-cut guilt the first day she'd met him coming down off kilgrave's marionette strings barely holds a shadow to the dilated pupil-ed mercenary that shattered shotgun blasts through the plaster backdrop that still serves as her apartment slash office decor. but trish is right about one thing ---- demons in the military would be one helluva distraction.

& that kind of diversion can only lead to catastrophic destruction. if koslov & his lackeys are involved, it's of a distinctly different ilk.

so jessica finds herself thudding boots down the alleys outside her apartment, in tow of trish's frantic pulling trying to piece something together out of the muddy, amorphous pieces eluding her typical analytical puzzling. when they come to a stop, she looks. there's light pouring in from the street lamps, neon signs contaminating the sky up above. she's used to scrutinizing shadows & pulling narratives out of silhouettes. it's a living, one that very often makes itself out of philanderers & thieves. but this time ...

❝ i don't see anything. ❞ drops the register of her voice. she doesn't bother trying to pry away the vise of trish's fingers from her own, just offers a soft dash of her head from side to side. ❝ just a dumpster behind the building. ❞ brow arching, she chances to ask. ❝ where is it? ❞

#profanemouth #to save the world of course (trish)

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everything aches. by the time she manages to open the door and toe off her heels, her feet almost feel like they sink into the floors. a sigh escapes in relief as she sets her bag down on the chair, shouldering off her woolen pea coat and finally letting her shoulders falls from their luthor-rigid posture.

"today was a bear," she says, padding from the entryway into the kitchen, toes stretching against the floorboards. "the board wanted to argue if the new research division followed in line with the 'luthor legacy.' honestly, i've half a mind to fire them all just to make my life easier."

her hands reach for a wine glass, for the stoppered bottle on the counter. she pours heavy, tipping the glass back to her lips for a solid swallow before she tops off her glass and turns around, leaning against the counter.

"please tell me there's food, because i'm absolutely starving."

@ciphcrs

#ciphcrs #behind every successful woman is herself (lena) #i left this open so it can be either kara or andrea >.> #up 2 u

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with a ironclad hold on her posture, eyes fixed steady on the woman before her, the edges of lena's cool spiderweb and crack before her. for more than twenty years, she has been a luthor, with a lengthy repertoire of practiced reactions for every situation, and yet the implications of alex's presence has her spiraling off-script.

"------i think that would have been a good start, yes," she says, setting her tablet down on the steel workstation to look at alex.

"this can't..." be your results, she wants to say, but the words find themselves wedged in the back of her throat, threatening to steal her breath.

"does kara know about this??" she manages instead, eyes pleading at alex as she looks to her. "how the hell did this happen?"

Secrecy, and maintaining it, whatever the cost, was scarcely an unexplored phenomena to Alex.

It'd been the very driving force behind her ascent up the DEO's higher echelons, the thing that'd kept Kara from falling into enemy hands, or worse. It'd served her then, just as it'd served a city unaware, for the longest time, of its extraterrestrial inhabitants. Now, walled in inside a laboratory that almost reminded her of Sam, her reticence ( a lie, in all truth, her absence from game night explained away with a vapid footnote of a nonexistent headache and work to do ) was as much for herself as it was for her sister.

And yet no persistent surge of steadfastness — reckless, restive resolve — that upheld her decision could completely eradicate the anticipant flutter that made itself at home in her gut the moment Lena strode into the room.

" Look — I know what you're thinking, " Alex supplied, gown - clad, a signed waiver already sitting on the hospital grade sheet by her side — her undisguised presence on its own enough to feel a little too much like getting caught red handed. " That I should have talked to you about this. "

#danviers #behind every successful woman is herself (lena) #sorry for no cut :c #on ipad

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JESSICA JONES X TRISH WALKER (MARVEL)

#maybe i need you (trishjess)

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nothing much surprises her anymore. the old gods of the norse, aliens, alien-human hybrids, synthezoids.... their team grows more eclectic as the threats grow more unimaginable, but natasha prides herself on taking it in stride. finding herself on assignment with the goddess of truth, however, leaves a coil of unease winding itself inside her belly like a serpent ready to strike.

what is truth, beyond a matter of circumstance? truth is historically defined by the victors, naysayers subdued, killed, erased until only the wanted narrative prevails.

what is truth to a woman who's own memories lay over top of each other, each true in the way she remembers, her body moves, her mind feels?

she eyes the round golden lasso with discomfort distrust before turning her eyes back to the monitors ahead of her.

"we should have another couple of hours before they start to show up," she says, adjusting one of the cameras to zoom out on the alley.

her gaze shifts to diana, brow quirking as she nods at the lasso. "you know, i'd thought those things were just for american cowboys," she says, levity lifting her tone. "but i gotta say, tying up some of these assholes and having some 'fun' with them is starting to sound like a good deal."

@am4zon

#am4zon #a garden of black and red agonies (natasha) #by 'fun' she means torture lmfao #also pls do not feel compelled to reply as long #i just wanted to set the tone

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i'm writing on my ipad while i heal up, so apologies for the lack of cut posts! it will only last a few days!

#ooc

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“i was going to tell you that i'll leave him!” the words leave her in a rush, half shout and half plea as they rip from her heart and spew out of her throat. the slip of the first tear breaks free and she swipes at it angrily (jessica hates crying and you know it) but she can't make them stop.

"i was telling you so that you'd know the truth," she says, the words thick and wet. "so that you know that i need a chance to end things before we go any further!"

for a moment, it'd seemed so easy. jessica had finally said it, without kilgrave, without pretense. just the two of them, naked in ways that went beyond the flesh. trish would tell jessica, end things with griffin, and they could finally have their chance.

but now...?

"if we do this, you can't be one foot out the door all the time, jess."

❝ no, trish,  ❞ chokes out of her, harsh & blunt & to the point. she's destructive ; it's in the nature of ruinous strength. she's used to fucking up to the point that she's practically numb to it. but this, with trish? the lump in her throat welling up with resentment & hurt isn't something she had a chance to shield against. so now, she's biting back, flat-mouthed & ready to run. ❝ i don't know what you were doing. ❞

it's as simple as saying i don't know you, that this cavern rocked between them is wide enough that maybe it can't be healed. she's angry at herself, at the temporary vulnerability that came with her guard knocked down with each & every floor of midland circle crumbling into the impossible void beneath it. & now, she's darting her eyes away from trish's again even as she steps closer. a curt shake of her head says DON'T.

❝ what the hell is there even to talk about? ❞ there. they're firmly in familiar territory. jessica wings a hand over to her jacket where it flashes across the back of a chair. she shrugs it on one sleeve at a time, pulling her makeshift armor into place. ❝ that this? us? ❞ she spits out, batting her index finger back & forth between the two of them. ❝ isn't going to work? yeah, i think i got the memo when this morning you suddenly had a boyfriend i needed to hear about. ❞

jessica's index finger snags the loop on her boot. shoving her foot into it & over her shoulder, she adds, ❝ trust me. message fucking received. ❞

#profanemouth #to save the world of course (trish) #maybe i need you (trishjess)

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I'm having a minor surgery tomorrow and will be off my feet for at least 2-3 days, BUT i bought a keyboard for my ipad so I can write replies from the couch

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#ooc #this is just who i am as a person

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bite people

#to save the world of course (trish) #>.> #canonically bitten at least 2 people

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after an absolutely horrible migraine on friday that landed me in urgent care for the first time in like a year and a half, i finally have half a brain again, so I should be slowly working on replies/starters.

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