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◜     🌹     ⁞        the    lady    sif      !

                alternately:     pretty  much  kat  stratford,  but  asgardian.

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RE:     WANDA  MAXIMOFF.

“i am never going to get use to these kinds of things,” wanda commented honestly as she took a sip from her water, smiling softly, “at least it seems that most people are having a good time. it is not something i can say i have ever experienced though. makes one envious of them.”

                 SHE  CAN’T  RELATE    to  the  other’s  sentiments    ;      ballrooms  are  second  nature,  there  is  nothing  FOREIGN  in  fancy  dress  and  bubbling  flutes  but  asgardian  affairs  aren’t  usually  this  tame,  this  civilised.     ❝    it  APPEARS  so.  this  is  hardly  what  i  would  call  frivolous,  but  it’s  enough.     ❞

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RE:     GWEN  STACY.

“all i have been thinking about since i got here is how much i want to be out of this dress,” the blonde commented as she took another sip of her glass of soda water, leaning against the wall, observing all the people around her, “dresses are totally not my thing.”

               ❝     IF  IT  MAKES  YOU  FEEL  ANY  BETTER,     ❞     --- --- ---   thought  is  paused  by  baring  of  bejeweled  throat  as  champagne  disappears  in  a  long,  clean  line   --- --- ---     ❝     i’m  about  as  comfortable  as  you  are.   liquor  does  tend  to  help,  but  that  might  be   . . .   an  ISSUE  there.     ❞

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#judging you

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˚  ⋅     CLOSED  STARTER      !        (      re:   thor   odinson.      )

           IT  SOUNDS  LIKE  SOME  KIND  OF  JOKE:     ‘   two  asgardians  walk  into  ikea   . . .    !   ’    but  somewhere,  buried  beneath  tinny,  grocery - store  muzak  and  iridescent  lighting  that  burns  technicolour  into  unforgiving  retinas,  this  is  the  HAPPIEST  she’s  been  for  god  knows  how  long.     (     she’s  missed  him,  that  much  is  evident     ;     dull  ache  of  solitude  that’s  been  gnawing  away  is  hastily  replaced  by  fierce   felicity   --- -     the  warmth  of  cognizance  and  jubilance  has  yet  to  cease  spreading.    )

           ❝     I  LIKE  THOSE  ONES.     ❞        quick  gesticulation  is  followed  by  brilliant  grin,  the  kind  that  spreads  into  widened  optics.    (    it’s  the  kind  of  smile  that  she’s  unconscious  of,  the  kind  that  softens  sharpened  mien.     )     ❝     the  paint  is   . . .   AWFULLY  bright,  though.  tell  me,  how  do  you  feel  about  that  particular  shade  of  yellow     ??     ❞     

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‘ just shut up and die slowly, okay? ’

             ❝     did  you  not  say  something  similar  when  we  were  children,  sigyn   ??     ❞     provocation  looks  all - too - fitting  upon  gaunt  features  for  anyone’s  liking,  but  it’s  softened  when  the  other  femme  is  the  target.     ❝     i  believe  you  told  us  all  to  do  that  when  we  played  war.     ❞

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‘ yo, drink this vodka down the hatch c’mon ’ ( tony whY )

               ❝     must  i   ??     ❞      the  wince  that  follows  an  audible  swallow  is  pained.     ❝     asgardian  liquor  is  far  superior  to   …    whatever  you  classify  this  as.  i  polish  my  boots  with  something  of  similar  taste.     ❞

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❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞

            cue  the  crease  unto  her  forehead,  wrinkle  of  a  nose  and  a  CHOKED  little  cough  that  she  makes  no  effort  to  hide.     ❝     — — — -     you  DEFINITELY  weren’t  wrong.     ❞

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*   —  —   VERY SERIOUS RIP VINE SENTENCE STARTERS

‘  when will you learn? when will you learn that your actionS HAVE CONSEQUENCES!  ’ ‘  can i get a waffle??? can i PLEASE get a waffle!!!  ’ ‘  go suck a dick, suck a dick suck a motherfucking dick  ’ ‘  you better stop! biTCH STOP  ’ ‘  do you ever like wake up and do something and you’re just like what the hec– fuck is goin on  ’ ‘  what’s good, brah you don’t know me! you don’t– WHAT IS GOOD! YOU DON’T KNOW! YOU DON’T KNOW ME! ’ ‘  it’s summer i got my hat on backwards and it’s time to fucking party  ’ ‘  anyone ever tell you you look like beyonce?  ’ ‘  I LOVE YOU, BITCH. I AIN’T EVER GONNA STOP LOVING YOU BITCH  ’ ‘  BITCH I HOPE THE FUCK YOU DO YOU’LL BE A DEAD SON OF A BITCH, I TELL YOU THAT  ’ ‘  and they were roommates!  ’ ‘  oh my god, they were roommates  ’ ‘  oh my god, i love chipotle chipotle is my liiiiife   ’ ‘  this bitch empty YEET!!!!  ’ ‘  WHERE ARE THOOOOOSE  ’ ‘  THEY ARE MY CROCS  ’ ‘  bitch disgusting  ’ ‘  yeaaah. yeAAAAAH.  ’ ‘  so no head?  ’ ‘  THIS IS WHY MOM DOESN’T FUCKING LOVE YOU!  ’ ‘  i’ll kill you. i’ll kill you. i’m not even worried about it.  ’ ‘  ahh, fuck. i can’t believe you’ve done this  ’ ‘  aHH STOP! i could’ve dropped my croissant!  ’ ‘  what’s up me and my boys are going to see uncle kracker  ’ ‘  give me my hat back, jordan!  ’ ‘  do you wanna go see uncle kracker or no!?  ’ ‘  i sneezed! oh, i’m not allowed to sneeze?!  ’ ‘  look at all those chickens  ’ ‘  i smell like beef  ’ ‘  i gotta go home cause i forgot to… vacuum my room  ’ ‘  actually, megan, i can’t sit anywhere. i have hemorrhoids.  ’ ‘  is there anything better than pussy? yes! a really good book  ’ ‘  mom, i’m peein on myself  ’ ‘  sorry, i’m on the toilet. i hope the ice cream don’t melt, bitch  ’ ‘  honestly i don’t remember, i was probably fucked up. yeah, i was crazy back then  ’ ‘  I WON’T HESITATE, BITCH!  ’ ‘  just shut up and die slowly, okay?  ’ ‘  two bros chillin in a hot tub five feet apart cause they’re not gay!  ’ ‘  mother trucker, dude! that hurt like a butt cheek on a stick!  ’ ‘  i said WHOEVER THREW THAT PAPER, YOUR MOMS A HO  ’ ‘  you remember one time i liked you? GOOD! cause it never happened  ’ ‘  if your name is junior and you’re really handsome, come on raise your hand  ’ ‘  i’M WASHIN ME AND MY CLOTHES, BITCH! I’M WASHING ME AND MY CLOTHES  ’ ‘  waddup i’m jared, i’m nineteen, and i never fucking learned how to read  ’ ‘  whAT THE FUCK IS UP, KYLE? NO WHAT’D YOU SAY? WHAT THE FUCK, DUDE! STEP THE FUCK UP KYLE  ’ ‘  oh my god why can’t you just take the fricken compliMENT  ’ ‘  is that a wEED? i’m callin the police!!!  ’ ‘  yo, drink this vodka down the hatch c’mon  ’ ‘  it is wednesday, my dudes. aaaaAAAAAAH  ’ ‘  there is only one thing worst than a rapist… a child!  ’ ‘  get to del taco, they got a new thing called fre shavocado  ’ ‘  *to the tune of ghostbusters* i’m an adult virgin  ’ ‘  hi my name is tre, i have a basketball game tomorrooooow  ’ ‘  babeyou’reafuckingbitchiwantyoutogetthefuckoutofmycarcauseiwannabreakupwithyou i fucking hate you   ’ ‘  todays forecast we can clearly see that somebody got me fucked up. FUCKED. UP.  ’ ‘  whAT’S UP FUCKERS  ’ ‘  FUCK YOU, THAT’S WHY  ’ ‘  he needs some milk!  ’ ‘  you are my dad. YOU’RE MY DAD! boogie woogie woogie  ’ ‘  yEAH NO SHIT, HONEY  ’ ‘  oooooh my boy going to prom. fuck it up! fuck it up! fuck it up!  ’ ‘  hey, how you doin? i’m doing just fine. i lied. i’m dying inside  ’ ‘  honey, you got a big storm comin  ’ ‘  i wanna fucking DIE  ’ ‘  road work ahead? uh yeah i sure hope it does  ’ ‘  the yo-yo master did not answer, he just kept on yo-ing  ’ ‘  welcome back to me screaming  ’ ‘  you know sometimes i think to myself what are you waiting for you dumb stupid fuuuuuuck!  ’ ‘  do you ever shut the fuck up?  ’

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❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞

              before  he  even  mentions  anything,  sword  is  drawn  and  hues  are  narrowed.     ❝     not  for  much  longer  if  it  presents  itself.     ❞     (    she’s  some  sort  of  trigger - happy  when  it  comes  to  these  things   — -   sword - happy,  if  you  will.   )

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❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞

           ❝     that  happens  sometimes.     ❞      deadpan  delivery  is  only  reinforced  by  features  that  do  not  twitch,  despite  how  much   they  ACHE  to.     ❝     it’s  a  fantastic  party  trick.     ❞ 

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❝ you feel like home to me. ❞

          ❝     birds  of  a  feather  ought  to  flock  together,  or   so  i’m  told.   ❞      …    and  yet,  there’s  something  FRANGIBLE  in  the  way  she  bites  back  something  softer,  something  much  more  real  than  brash   snicker  and  toss  of  dark  locks.    ❝     the  sentiment  is    …    very  much  reciprocated.     ❞

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˚  ⋅     CLOSED  STARTER      !        (      re:   diana   prince.      )

               METALLIC   CLASH  IS  NOT  AN  UNCOMMON  SOUND     ;      swords  are  carefully  drawn,  carefully  swung  and  at  the  very  least,  she  seems  to  enjoy  herself   --- -   diverted  laughter  is  quiet  under  discordant  clamour.     ❝     you’re  LOSING  YOUR  TOUCH,  diana.  we  both  know  you  can  do  better  than  this.     ❞     eyebrow  cocks,  and  cheeky  grin  is  destined  to  crawl  further  unto  bitten,  chapped  brims.     ❝     what  happened  to  decimating  me,  hm   ??     ❞

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THE    FIVE    SENSES     /      SENTENCE    STARTERS  .

some   may   be   nsfw   and   /   or   be   triggering.   

01    :     TOUCH .

❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞

❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞

❝ your touch is unlike any other. ❞

​❝ have you ever felt anything more comfortable? ❞

❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you? ❞

❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞

​❝ touch it. i dare you. ❞

​❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞

​❝ you feel warm to me. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of [ FABRIC ] against my skin. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞

​❝ i would never touch anyone else. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞

​❝ don’t you dare touch me. ❞

​❝ i want to feel your lips against my own. ❞

​❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞

​❝ let me give you a massage. ❞

❝ you feel like home to me. ❞ 

02     :      TASTE .

❝ i love the taste of you. ❞

❝ i can never forget that taste. ❞

❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞

​❝ no offense, you just aren’t my taste. ❞

❝ can i have a taste of that? ❞

❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞

​❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞

​❝ it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks. ❞

​❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞

​❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞

​❝ i will forever savor that taste. ❞

​❝ blood has such a metallic taste. ❞

​❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞

​❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? ❞

​❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞

​❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞

​❝ i think it has a bit of bitter sweet taste. ❞

❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞

03     :      SIGHT .

❝ i see you. ❞

❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞

❝ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❞

​❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞

❝ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are. ❞

❝ please, just look at me. ❞

​❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞

​❝ get that light out of my face. ❞

​❝ it’s so bright outside today. ❞

​❝ what’s wrong? what did you see? ❞

​❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞

​❝ what i saw, you’ll never believe me. ❞

​❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞

​❝ have we seen one another before? ❞

​❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞

​❝ i didn’t see anything. ❞

​❝ did you see that? ❞

❝ i can’t believe my eyes. ❞

04     :      SOUND .

❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ what is that sound? ❞

​❝ i missed the sound of your voice. ❞

❝ do you hear me? stay away from me. ❞

❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞

​❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞

​❝ i’ve heard that sound before. ❞

​❝ you didn’t hear anything at all? ❞

​❝ can you hear what they’re saying? ❞

​❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞

​❝ i never said i could hear them. ❞

​❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞

​❝ i could hear screams … ❞

​❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞

​❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise? ❞

​❝ trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. ❞

❝ please, just hear me out. ❞

05     :      SMELL .

❝ what is that smell? ❞

❝ i have missed your smell. ❞

❝ you smell nice. ❞

​❝ it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before. ❞

❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞

❝ do you smell that? ❞

​❝ how are you able to smell that? ❞

​❝ no offense but it really smells. ❞

​❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞

​❝ tell me, you’ve smelled this before. ❞

​❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞

​❝ i can smell you from here. ❞

​❝ are you smelling me? ❞

​❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞

​❝ i need to step away, get some fresh air. ❞

​❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞

​❝ i could never erase your smell. ❞

❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. ❞

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RE:     ZINDA  BLAKE.

It was the middle of the night, and Zinda was looking for trouble. Sometimes the memories hummed under her skin, the fire of battle and the water all around her. One minute she was under a torrent of bullets, unsure if she would survive. The next she was drowning, and knew she wouldn’t. 

In the spirit of fighting for justice, she spent time snooping in the bars she frequented (and really, she was there often enough. Might as well), trading information and keeping up with the organized crime families. Small stuff compared to Kang, but they couldn’t get sloppy just because of Chronopolis. 

Everything had gone fine until she pushed a little too far, and suddenly she was being surrounded. She got a few punches in before they caught her, and then she was in a tight spot.

 “Well fellas,” she began, “Maybe we best just go our separate directions before someone gets hurt. I’m not known for giving out million dollar wounds.” 

            IT’S  THE  THIRD  NIGHT  IN  A  ROW       that  muscular  frame  has  found  itself  half - draped  over  bar  that’s  uncomfortably  sticky   --- -   ringed  digits  wrap  indelicately  around  glass     (   and  there’s  POWER  in  knowing  that  one  flex  of  careless digits  is  all  it  takes  to  send  razored  shards  of  glass  careening  round  dingy  inhabitance   ;    leave  the  place  a  damn  death  trap  if  she  cares  for  it    )    that’s  verging  on  empty  yet  again.  

           NUANCE  HAS  YET  TO     grip  hold  of  the  goddess    ;    no  subtle  nudge  forth  of  a  bereft  tumbler,  no  sly  nod  to  a  bartender  that  seems  puzzled  as  to  how  and  why  she’s  not  sprawled,  lackadaisical  and  lamentable,  across  whatever  surface  is  closest.  she’s  BARELY  buzzing,  if  she’s  to  be  perfectly  candid,  but  quiet  humdrum  that  grows  in  size  has  piqued  pigments  flicking  towards  blonde  curls  and  brawny  frames,  and  she  can’t  FIGHT  the  sigh  that  finds  itself  emitted.

           ❝     MIDGARDIAN  MEN.  FOOLS.     ❞      side  comment  is  muttered  under  quick  issue  of  breath,  aimless  but  laced  tight  with  the  kind  of  rancor  that  so  easily  forms  upon  plush  roseates  but  impulse  oscillates  through  sanguinary  tracts,  and  it’s  impossible  to  stay  away  from  her  calling.  it’s  hardly  two  long  strides  forth  towards  newly - created  scene,  and  somewhere  in  between  a   crafty  grin  pulls  at  parted  brims.     ❝     i’ve  always  found  it  AMUSING,  how  men  target  women.  women  really  are  so  much  quicker   --- -     ❞  cue  a  swift  roundhouse,  accompanied  by  chuckle  that  almost  borders  on  malevolent   --- -     ❝     so  much  more  SHREWD.     ❞     she’s  never  been  THIS  talkative,  but  it’s  so  much  fun  to  watch  hues  widen  in  maelstrom,  in  FUROR.     ❝     they  always  think  they’re  so  CLEVER,  so  brilliant,  until  they’re  proved  wrong,  regardless  of  WHAT  planet  you’re  on.   ❞

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       ˚  ⋅     starter   call    !      again,  i’m  completely  useless  so  like  this  for  a  starter  from  the  lovely,  if  not  slightly  frightening,  SIF    !    

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           hello,  hello,  hello     !!     i’m  already  spouting  crap  in  the  discord  chat,  but  if  you  missed  that,  here’s  the  rundown:  my  name’s  sasha   (   she  /  her   ),  i’m  nineteen,  i  live  in  the  aest  timezone  and  i’m  physically  incapable  of  shutting  up.  i  play  SIF  and  GARFIELD  LOGAN,  and  i’m  worried  as  all  hell  about  this  intro  because  of  that  readmore  tumblr  glitch  thing  that  was  going  on  but  without  further  ado,  i’m  so  pleased  to  be  introducing  my  favourite  badass     !!

there’s no particular point in sif’s arc that i’m gonna be working/writing from   ;   she’s definitely met eric masterson tho bc he acts as a chink in her armour and it’s ADORABLE

she rly is just here to fight

pre much obsessed with being a better warrior and kicking more ass

probably a sweetheart somewhere

loyal as all hell oh my god

my allergies r messing up and my eyes r itching so i’m gonna stop writin this one for now but like. u get the gist.