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what is ONE THING you like about the way i play my character?

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glacierfront:

      that question sends a trill of anxiety into the tips of her fingers – erasing any gentle awkwardness she might have felt. the last time she didn’t let someone in, the door had to be repaired. julie, unaware of the growing frost where her hand connects with the doorknob, looks the bouquet, at the woman.

       she says. “de–pends.” then she says: “who are you?”

     iona catches onto those signs of frost. oh. just like julie, the awkwardness washes away to be replaced by explanations.

     “sorry. i don’t have to come in if you don’t want me to.” she raises her hands in a sign of retreat, but doesn’t budge one way or another. “my name’s iona. i live in the x-district, so that,” she gestures towards the doorknob, “isn’t going to trip me out. if that’s your concern. i’m a.. friend of mim’s. if you want to see my phone, i can show you my text’s with her. i just didn’t tell her i was going to drop by, but i didn’t realize that i was going to intrude... i can come back some other time. or just leave these here.”

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glacierfront:

does mim have a new person to date.

   “um…” julie lets the silence linger for a little bit, feeling some of the awkwardness herself, and then hedges: “she – will be?”

     “o...kay.” she wants to leave. like. please. iona shifts the bouquet to one hand. fighting bad guys, near-death experiences, parkouring her ass around nyc-- none of those things are as anxiety-inducing as meeting mim’s apparent roommate.

     “can i come in?”

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     “------hi.” awkward. mayday. cool, strong, independent mutant gang leader turns to mush when the person she’s looking for doesn’t come to the door. don’t look at the bouquet of baby’s breath and daisies in her hands, either.

     “is mim home?”

@glacierfront 

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     fuck. his cigarette limped, snapped by his thumb when flicking off ash.

          “--i broke it.”

@verydisastrous

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     a recurring predicament: phae’s off the clock, but he doesn’t want to go home. not yet. it’s not that he doesn’t want to check up on his son, and it’s not like he doesn’t want to ask his baby mama about her day... well... maybe he doesn’t. their relationship always varied, and phaedrus just didn’t want to go home when there was a 50/50 chance sera didn’t want anything to do with him.

     “--can i get a moscow mule?”

@tenccs

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     starter call for phaedrus, mutant, bouncer, father, killer, and all around piece of shit (who’s trying!! not to be!! a piece of shit!!)!!

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     “loud and clear.” moe believes coming here is a completely unplanned, completely bad idea, but she’s made far worse decisions than the one evita is making right now. regardless, she’s not the type to run, and she’ll remain with evita even if it means trouble. unlike evita, moe knows that iona didn’t remain home.

     ---- this excursion wouldn’t be complete without iona, anyway. she trails behind her sister and friend, far enough away to only make out their silhouettes, but close enough to jump in-- either for evita’s or moe’s sake-- if she has to.

nobullseye:

@accipitrinae @verydisastrous @deprivalstate

     ❛ hey. — yer early. ❜  barney says as he approaches, though he keeps a healthy distance between he and his brother. no sense in risking an early fight – not when this isn’t the reason that they’re here. still, his hand remains firm on his bow. as long as clint doesn’t make a stupid move, they’ll be in and out of here quickly. ❛ — s’not normally like you.❜      

   the paranoia rooted in him blooms out in the form of tension, draws him taut and wary. the last time he and barney had been this close without anything to separate them, barney’d tried to kill him. barney, for his part, seems utterly casual. not normally like you. clint rolls his eyes, sweeps the surrounding area and then turns his attention back on barney. ❛ m’not sixteen. ❜

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Tag some followers you’d like to get to know better

I was tagged by: @sihren​ girl idk if u really wanna know more about me but here u go

Name: marissa

Nicknames: i don’t have anyyyy

Gender: female

Sign: ares

Height: like 5′3″

Sexuality: bisexual, leaning towards dudes rn... i can still be eyes emojis at girls tho

Hogwarts house: ravenclaw

Favorite animal: turtles. which is great bc there are so many in this city

Average hours of sleep: 4-7 hours

Number of blankets I sleep with: i have one right now but i really want to wash the other one so i can sleep with two

Dream trip: mmmmmm i don’t really have one

Dream job:  i don’t have one of these either 8 /

When I made this account: like a year ago or something

Why I made this account: “ I'm kind of... Thinking about. Making this OC actually connected to Sasha CAUSE LIKE IT'S IN THE TRADITION TO HATE STARK BUT SHE DOESN'T HAVE A LIKE..... SUPERHERO NEMESIS.... SO I'M LIKE WHAT IF I TOTALLY JUST MAKE ONE????

February 18, 2017 emerycandy 02/18/2017 Update: totally here thinking about this OC being like. Sasha's ex-girlfriend from college who Sasha was totes manipulating ”

that was why

Followers: like 35

Tagging: no one i’m sorry

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     she’s just trying to finish her cigarette. a half-snapped cigarette. it wasn’t her fault she flicked it so hard the damn thing wilted. (it shouldn’t have been so flimsy.) moe eyes the girl who approaches her, and sighs out ashy excess away from the newcomer.

     “you’re a few months late, or i would be the girl you’re looking for,” she was a solid a++ drug dealer. was. before iona started changing the game. before iona decided that selling kick was bad and that the nyxers shouldn’t have shit to do with it. moe still knew where to look to find it, though. she just tried to avoid it.

     especially when she used to inhale that shit nonstop.

     “what are you looking for?”

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Thousands of radio stations, all playing at once, all only in the space between her ears–and all of them sound almost the exact same.

When she walks down streets as cracked and dangerous as these, she shouldn’t look so comfortable, more comfortable than she looks in her own home. For once, her shoulders aren’t hiked up to her ears; her jaw isn’t clenched in perpetual annoyance. She doesn’t know what she hears or what the static means but it is, for lack of a better word, soothing.

“Excuse me.” In places like this, it feels best to be very polite and very honest with strangers–besides, she’s in one of the best moods of the past few years, and remarkably comfortable with approaching someone on the street who appears otherwise unapproachable. “I was in the neighborhood looking for one of your finest drug dealers.”

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     starter call for phaedrus, mutant, bouncer, father, killer, and all around piece of shit (who’s trying!! not to be!! a piece of shit!!)!!

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namependiing:

    It’s not long before the woman she’s suppose to talk to appears. Kate takes the offered hand in a firm grip, face lighting up with a smile.

    “ I’m Kate Bishop, “ she begins, “ and I want to do something for you. Somethingbig. Something awesome. “

    She’d spent all morning practicing her little speech.

    “ I want to help fund a proper library for District X and see about improving the homeless shelter. But I’m told you’re the lady I need to get permission from first. Before even the mayor. “

     “that sounds nice.”

     cue skepticism. outside sources of positivity for the community are few and far between, and iona can’t help her uncertainty on how legitimate this notion might be, why would anyone want to help them?

     “what’s in it for you?”

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sihren:

sms. Sounds good. sms. Should I bring anything?

sms. no, i don’t think so? sms. don’t worry about it.

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sihren:

sms. I can be there in an hour or two. sms. What about tomorrow around noon?

sms. sure. i’ll be here as long as nothing comes up

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sihren:

sms. Okay sms. That’d be great. sms. Are you sure? sms. I can come over. When?

sms. now sms. whenever you want. just give me a heads up

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sihren:

sms. Uhhhh sms. I eat a lot of fruit. sms. And vegetables. sms. And coffee…

sms. that’s it? sms. we should get coffee sometime sms. or you can come over and i can make you a good pot of coffee