#profanemouth

[bllakcat]

ANOTHER FOE DROWNS IN BAD LUCK : sharp claws are there to strike, ━━━━ there is no - one who will be spared from this 𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄 that is she! &. two more black vans drive to the park, : out jumping more members of the criminal gang. ❝ i must be really popular with you guys. ❞ PLAYFUL TUNE TAKES OVER, EVEN IN BATTLE! ( you are toying around, cat! ) ❝ alright, ... who wants to go first? ❞ &. the cat is about to pounce, lethal claws ready to strike ━━━━ when at the perfect time, comes a helping hand! 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐘 landing a blow against a shared enemy, it seems. ... ❝ my hero. ❞ PURRS THE CAT!

@profanemouth : i’m not a hero. i’m just helping a friend.

AMIDST THE CHAOS SHE IS COMFORTABLE : you were born into it, cat! the comment heard loud, &. clear ━━━━ cheshire cat possesses her lips : ❝ aw, i'm your friend? ❞ 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄, as another foe tastes her heel.

#god i adore them #profanemouth #⋄ ⊰ do not let the black cat cross your path. › main verse. ❜

[sunlightreverie]

@profanemouth sent “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[ to >> Jessica Jones ] What do you think about a "super baby" theme for a nursery? [ to >> Jessica Jones ] I know it's a little on the nose, but it could be cute [ to >> Jessica Jones ] We could get artwork commissioned of you doing superhero stuff!

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

[darehearts]

@profanemouth ♡'d for a one-liner !

❝          a  little  help  over  here,       Ms.  Jones       !          ❞

#profanemouth #i have yet another space based #chaotic damsel in distress for you Bucku. covering for #Peter! lmao hi i am so happy to see you back in the rpc!! #i do have a marvel verse btw! it's on my carrd #<333 #| V: ★ STAR TREK MARVEL AU ( ACT : 4 )

[biitchcakes]

@profanemouth // ♡'d for a lil starter !

❝ So whaddaya say, you want in on the case, PARTNER ? ❞ A hopeful, sincere grin at her fellow Jessica ⸺ she could use her help.

#i just love jess-squared team ups 😌 #( v. t b d . ) #profanemouth

[americanedpsycho]

❛  i  have  been  trying  to  be  good.  ❜  bateman  smiles  at  @profanemouth.  ❛  i  don’t  like  being  bad.  ❜  a  gentle  tease  as  he  lifts  his  glass  of  whiskey,  ❛  do  you  come  here  often?  ❜

#profanemouth

[pu1itzer]

❛ an investigator that kicks ass ? ❜ she nods her head , there's appreciation . finally , she might be able to relate to someone who doesn't live on a farm . ❛ i can get behind that . just don't ask me what my vigilante name was . . . god , it sucked . ❜ shaking her head , what was she thinking ? ( stiletto , really ? ) she's also not a fan of awkward silences , that's why she's blabbing so much .

@profanemouth liked for a small starter .

#profanemouth #⸻ ARC : SOMEBODY SAVE ME ( smallville ) . #wow what a blabber #she's a serious journalist

[muutos]

🍭 @profanemouth . gets bucky

fist of bionic arm drives into palm. like hitting vibranium. her arm pings backward just slightly, before a twitch of the face brings strength to brace. &. suddenly they're locked in a standoff. painted eyes toughening brooklyn mug, hair in-front of face wavering with the straining. brute force meeting brute force. this is no ordinary woman.

eyes narrow. " --- who are you?" a wince of something pulls at features akin to confusion, though it fizzles out before it can spark flame.

#profanemouth #03. thread — * james buchanan barnes. #07. main verse — * james buchanan barnes.

[s6ider]

" sooooo ... ~ " outside the suit, he's about as suave as someone meek trying to get their group members to do their individual work. at least in the suit he can at least pretend he's got some sort of game. it's practically anonymous but that doesn't mean he's successful. never usually is. people find him... tolerable, at best. it's been said many a time but he just figured his presence was so overwhelming they didn't know what to do to him. all meant to be on friendly terms but unfortunately he just has that Peter Parker Luck™.

his head perks up, not exactly reading the room it's meant to be. " coffee? " and so when @profanemouth asks, you just don't get it, do you? this makes him pause, head tilting and pauses. bad puns and humor was used to deflect in nearly any situation and this wasn't any different. " i'm assuming that's a no then. "

#profanemouth #i found this a little funny a litol endearing

[lgbtcorp]

@profanemouth: is your life even a brand without a perfectly pretentious soulmate?

that's what it comes down to. the headlines are still particularly scathing — the flash of red cape seems to be swallowing her whole, or haunting her every move like a shadow she struggles to shake, or an extra sandwich at lunch because she knows that lena has approximately five minutes between each meeting and she douses the hunger with a forty-dollar finger of scotch. it's... sweet. in the most disgusting way. she's not even sure if that's what she wants — and the luthor brand is more of a curse than she thinks people will buy into.

"i don't think i'd go as far to say soulmates." friends? no, they're not friends. anything further feels like the sweetness cloying in the back of her throat again. anything less feels cheap.

"nor is it a brand. that's more my brother's forte." and what would that brand be? — megalomaniacal chess-masters? misunderstood geniuses? for all the blinding flash photography and haughty questions thrown around her each time she steps outside her front door, there's no-one who truly relishes in the attention quite like lex. for the most part, she's content with simply being left alone. (her lab's perfect for it — there's a camp bed in the corner for when the days drag into nights, and a fresh suit that jess has dry cleaned every other week on the off chance that she needs a quick change. the rest is simply excess.) "but if you're done with snarking your way through my life, i have a job for you."

#profanemouth

[bllakcat]

YOU HEART DRENCHED FROM THRILL, : just how you need it to be, 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋 - 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄. ━━━━ bad luck has been delivered, by yours truly! THE MOONLIGHT IS A WITNESS TO THEIR VICTORY, &. feline - like eyes looking at their work with pride. ❝ you know, i am starting to think they really like us. ❞ the cat purrs playfully, but the moment is quickly interrupted, shouts in the distance! ' they were seen this way! get 'em! ' an exhale : 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄, but the stubborness to test their luck against her's was irritating. ( it would never end well. seriously, the don't have saying about black cats for nothing! ) ❝ guess there's our cue ━━━━ ❞ 𝐀 𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒, mischief present! but before jessica could start to question THE FELINE THIEF, her grabbling hook releases a whoosing sound, &. claws wrap around jessica's figure, pulling her close as she swings them away from sight! ... SAFETY FOUND ATOP A ROOFTOP, as her heels touch the concrete, she let's go of jessica's figure. but jessica does not move away, eyes are mercilessly on you! &. jade green hues return the favor, &. they stand in silence lips only inches apart. both of their gazes trail from their eyes, to their lips ... what a tough competition.

@profanemouth : [ almost ] sender and receiver are centimeters apart, about to kiss, but something interrupts them

AN EXPLOSION FLASHES BELOW : shattering completely this moment reserved for the two. ━━━━ 𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄, ❝ oh come on, ━━━━ ❞ the thief not pleased by the interruption. ❝ looks like there are guys below who are pissed they missed the fun. ❞ HER TOUCH LEAVES SUCH A TEMPTING GHOST BEHIND.

#profanemouth #⋄ ⊰ do not let the black cat cross your path. › main verse. ❜ #how i love wlw

[untruthing]

@profanemouth left a voicemail: no! it's just dumb!

"i fucking know, right?"

charlie beams in agreement. the one thing she's learned from all of this, from months of running around the country and stumbling into death after death, is: mostly, murderers aren't that smart. not that she's a genius or anything. she can see lies and she's got a decent way to connect point a to point b.

most murderers think they can get away with it. you wouldn't do something like that if you weren't sure of it. losing a fortune or something versus going to jail for a decade at least? yeah. it's an ego thing. charlie hasn't lived like that in a long time, not since her days playing poker and thinking she was invincible.

yeah. she's well past that time in her life, and she didn't even kill anyone back then.

she leans forward slightly. "see, the thing about a lot of these guys—don't ask how many of these guys i've met by now, it's way too many—is that they think they're smart. also, a lot of them are rich, so they've insane to begin with. but they're not smart! the rest of them are so desperate that they get stupid."

she wants to say something about how a pair of washed-up actors used a fake argument stolen from a monologue and a piece of dry ice to kill one of said actors' rich wife. but that also sounds insane when you just say it, as she's learned by now, so she'll keep that one close to her chest.

thespians are just a different kind of person.

"i've seen weirder, okay? trust me. saying that in this situation it's very possible that this guy was killed by a freak accident that was not a freak accident is pretty likely. like, okay. when our guy here, pat the stock broker, said he hadn't worn gloves recently? he was lying. weird thing to lie about. unless you climbed up there and knocked out that piece of 'loose brickwork' or whatever, wearing gloves to avoid leaving prints."

she pauses. her hands gesture, from left to right, one step to the next. "then he schedules a business call so that someone'll ping his cell phone, which is in his apartment at the time of the murder. so he's not lying when he said he had a business call that he missed—and mike wasn't lying when he said that pat set up the call, and that he's usually reliable about these things. pat just kind of... doesn't see people as people, who might contradict him or have thoughts and feelings on him. he's a facts and logic guy or whatever."

a pause. "so, yeah. just dumb."

#profanemouth #ANSWERED. #charlie getting to go off like yes!! these people are dumb!!!

[archivedispatched]

@profanemouth

IF THERE WERE SUCH A THING AS A PERSONAL HELL, HIS WOULD BE AN IRISH BAR. of course, it's just the type of shithole that jessica jones frequents: cheap booze, shitty music, questionable looking toilets and even more questionable looking patrons. with no windows to the outside world, it's a vortex of time too; without his watch, he'd be unable to discern if it were day or night. however, it's a neutral environment; taking jones to his place would be laying himself too bare and likewise for jones taking him to wherever it is she operates, too.

so, here they are. believe it or not, he can compromise.

when their bartender sets two glasses of jameson before them, shoving a wad of bills his way before jones can get in on it. the bridge of his nose stings with every inhale he takes, and their old-school bartender spares him a look that lasts a moment too long. he hasn't looked at himself in the mirror, but judging from how much his nose hurts even after he'd haphazardly reset the bone, he must look like shit, with his eyes aching as harsh blackened bruises splotch his eyes and nose. no amount of bandaids or shitty fluorescent lighting could mask how horrible he looks, thanks to jones' heavy hand. worst of all, jones hadn't broken a sweat, hadn't exerted anything at all.

broad shoulders hunched over the bar, he nurses the cloudy glass of jameson in his hand.

❝ glad we could sit down, have a conversation. ❞ he's as good at this as she is; granted, this is one fucking hell of a weird olive branch. he kicks back his drink, jaw tensing as it burns its way down, ❝ - look, i'll cut to the chase, alright ? i got information you need. you got information i need. clearly. ❞

#PROFANEMOUTH #PROFANEMOUTH01.

[shepurrs]

@profanemouth said: i don’t have time to explain. but you’re in danger.

SHE RECEIVES WHAT IS SAID CALMLY. There's a cool calculation to her proceeding silence. Jessica's voice reeks of seriousness, but Selina fails to match her attitude. She closes her lips to release a few noises that sound like hmmm, very noncommittal, all while stroking the midnight-colored fur of her newest stray. She might be in danger, sure, but she'll take it as a win that no one has come to crash through her window quite yet. People in cities always seem to have a flare for the dramatic, but so few do it in style. There's a rant about this on her tongue, before she remembers that she hasn't given Jessica a proper response to her warning.

❛ Forgive me, darling, ❜ she says finally, without actually being sorry at all. Why waste energy on such things? ❛ But I'm concerned our metric for danger is just not the same. ❜ She shows her teeth, as though to say, I can take care of myself. And then, she smiles, as though to add, See? ❛ Honestly, this sounds like just another Friday night to me. And a tame one at that. ❜ The cat meows its agreement.

#profanemouth #PROSE. #INBOX. #VERSE: MAIN.

[torntruth]

@profanemouth​  said   ❛ i hate the way that i don’t hate you. ❜  from  the  prompt  tag,   always  accepting. 

“   —   well   ...   it’s  probably  not  the  world’s  greatest  sandwich,  so  i  get  it.   i  forgot  your  favorite  lunch  meat,   so  i  went  with  turkey.   ”     carol’s  voice  is  soft,   but  ultimately  casual.   just  continuing  on  with  the  start  of  some  conversation.   she’s  just  always  going  to  be  jessica’s  friend  and  that  isn’t  going  to  change  for  anything.   the  friend  who  brings  random  sandwiches.   carol  pushes  up  the  brim  of  her  baseball  cap  with  one  finger,   head  tilting.   the  smile  she  aims  at  jessica  is  almost  too  goofy.   hair  now  short  and  blonde. 

“   do  you  hate  turkey  though?   ”

#[ ch. ] 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐎 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — carol danvers. #profanemouth

[godblooded]

“Let me hold your hair back, at least.” - for trish

she’s not being difficult to be difficult. for once in her fucking life, patsy trish isn’t being difficult. she’s just laying there on a bathroom floor braving wave after wave of horrible nausea. she hates how much this feels like memories she wants to bury deeper in the earth than she can reach. she hates the memory of her skin, clammy beyond reason, and how even if @profanemouth made her feel like she was baking inside her own body she couldn’t detach herself from the other. she was stuck to her so close, the only way to remove her would’ve been to peel her off like the wrapper from a square of grossly neon yellow cheese. (dairy is bad for your skin she can hear her mother talking. she hates this she hates—)

“ i’m fine. ”

she’s breathing out when jess is at her side so quick she barely sees her out of her peripheral vision. they’re fifteen again, and trish is crying because she’s miserable, because she’s begging jess to help her make this stop. she had been pleading for an ativan, then, would’ve done anything for one fucking tablet— this time, it’s only partially her fault.

she’s not fine. once her knees buckle, the blonde is grateful only that jess has super strength enough for them both. she can hardly manage to make her weight anything but dead. her eyeballs are beating inside her skull— she’s fifteen again. she’s fifteen again.

“Let me hold your hair back, at least.”

she claws blindly for old, worn leather and the way it comforts her. she’s fifteen again. her mouth tastes like blood, like metal. when she’s sick again, she can’t stop feeling the way her blood rushes. she doesn’t have a lot of hair to hold back, anymore. she’s cut it all off, let her natural ashen blonde grow in. she’s fifteen again. fuck her, she doesn’t—

there’s a plink and it takes trish a feverish nod to notice something— like the fact that she’s missing a tooth. and there it sits at the bottom of her toilet, a ribbon of red unfurling from the ivory. she feels that flush again— heat, and nothing but.

“ shit. jess? shit. ”

#ic. trish walker. #meme. Trish walker. #v: trish walker: when all your heroes get tired i’ll be something better yet. (main) #opposite. Jessica Jones. profanemouth. #profanemouth #emeto / #drug mention / #child abuse mention / #abuse mention / #[truly I know I’m writing trish again when all the fucked up tw’s #roll in in a single reply. as per. Patricia my poor darling you have to deal with the consequences of your actions #aka you’re the one who fuckin decided to stop at nothing for superpowers to help jess. and #now you just gotta get thru it. you big big cat.]

[rejectory]

@profanemouth: “this wouldn’t be a personal issue for you, would it?”

Why? Because commissioning a “private” eye, as self-flattered, to tail one Matthew Murdock day and night comes with the peripheral risk of getting an eyeful of his knickers?

Adorable.

With great discipline, not a muscle on Elektra tightens. She wonders what else one dirty look can glean Jessica Jones as she licked-thumbs her way through a butter-edged wad of cash and discovers, oh, look, the tip is included.

❝—You’re welcome to buy yourself something to wear with that. Do let me know if he’s still got a great body.❞

#profanemouth #ELEKTRA. #daredevil s2 amirite