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          Liana  didn’t  normally  spend  her  time  at  bars:  the  noise  was  deafening  enough  on  its  own,  without  the  constant  thrum  of  vibrations  that  followed  her  around;  and  she  generally  hated  the  smell  of  whiskey  that  seemed  to  permeate  the  air.    But  sometimes  prices  were  to  be  paid  for  friends  with  birthdays  who  wanted  to  go  out  for  a  quick  drink  at  their  local  --  what’s  the  term  --  watering  hole?

                    She  saw  him  at  the  bar  counter  first,  skimming  over  the  crowds  in  a  moment  of  bored  curiosity.    Just  another  face  among  faces;  until  she  realized  she  recognized  him.    A  second  glance  confirmed  her  suspicions  and  then  she  was  abandoning  the  birthday  party  to  saunter  up  to  the  bar;  not  that  they  noticed,  already  two  or  three  drinks  in  to  their  celebrations.

        “Hey,”  she  interrupted  the  man  as  politely  as  she  could,  smiling  cautiously,  “you’re  Eddie  Brock,  right?    Sorry  to  bother  you,  but  I’m  kind  of  a  fan.    I  used  to  watch  your  show.    Do  you,  um,  mind  if  I  join  you,”  she  indicated  to  the  empty  seat  next  to  him,  “for  a  little  while?”

@symbiiotic​ :: sober encounters // closed

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@symbiiotic​ texted:

          “I’m calling it right here. This world can officially bite my ass.”

inbox status: open || fallout 4 sentences

          “Oh,  really?    That’s  too  bad,  because  I  bought  pizza;  but  if  you’re  calling  it,  I  guess  I’ll  just  have  to  eat  it  all  myself.”    And  she’ll  do  it  too.    Liana  is  absolutely  not  above  using  pizza  as  a  threat.

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          Liana  knocked  on  the  door  first,  pizza  in  one  hand:  one,  two,  one,  two,  one.    A  secret  knock  because  she  was  a  dork  like  that  and  so  was  he,  so  of  course  they  had  secret  knocks  for  each  other.    How  else  would  they  know  the  other  was  here?    Next,  she  reached  to  try  the  door  handle  and...  of  course  Peter  had  left  the  door  unlocked.    Either  he  had  been  expecting  her  arrival  or,  more  likely,  he’d  simply  forgotten  to  lock  it  properly  behind  him;  but  hey,  it  worked  in  her  favour.

                    “Hey,”  she  called  lightly  as  soon  as  she  spotted  him  in  the  apartment.    A  gentle  smile  on  her  face,  the  kind  of  smile  where  she  was  obviously  glad  to  see  him  but  trying  not  to  seem  too  cavalier  in  the  wake  of,  well,  EVERYTHING  that  had  happened.    “Been  a  crazy  few  days,  thought  maybe  you  could  use  some  chill  time.    Complete  with  pizza  from  your  favourite  place.    Pineapple,  of  course,”  she  joked  carefully,  with  a  gentle  poke  to  his  shoulder  before  sobering.    “You  okay,  Peter?    You  wanna  talk  about  any  of  it?”

@undxroos​ :: pizza party pranks // closed starter

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undxroos​ :: webs // dumpster diving

To her question Peter could think of a few times but the one that was in the forefront of his mind was the one time she was supposed to bring him a sandwich while he was patrolling and she didn’t bring his chips. Biggest letdown of the century.

The tight grip on his wrist immediately stopped him, he could have just pulled out of her hold, but she was right. Peter was in bad shape but even so he would rather go out to check than have Liana do it … but he didn’t want to fight with her about it.

❝ Okay … ❞ he lowered himself back down on the back of trash he had been sitting on,  ❝ be careful … ❞.

          Times  like  these,  Liana  was  glad  she  was  a  former  gymnast:  it  made  climbing  out  of  a  gross  dumpster  much  less  of  a  chore.    Of  course,  all  the  flexibility  made  her  injuries  all  the  more  painfully  obvious.

Mostly  bruises  from  the  fall,  she  thought  as  she  mentally  examined  each  one.    Her  nose  was  bleeding  from  the  actual  fight,  a  crack  in  her  mask  from  a  particularly  heavy  hit.    Her  wrists  ached  a  little,  but  that  seemed  more  like  her  guards  were  calibrated  a  little  too  tight,  than  a  new  injury.    Her  leg  was  the  worst:  sharp  pain  spiking  when  she  tried  to  put  weight  on  it.    She  must  have  twisted  her  knee  during  the  fight.    Or  the  fall.

                    “Relax,  it’s  not  like  he  can  throw  me  off  another  building,”  she  joked  weakly  to  Peter,  before  turning  to  face  the  dim  light  of  the  alley.    Perfect  for  an  ambush,  she  mused,  scanning  for  any  suspicious  movement  or  unusual  shadows.    She  sent  out  a  few  pulses  of  vibration,  listening  closely  for  any  off-beats  in  the  rhythm.    Nothing.    “I  think  it’s  safe,”  she  tapped  the  dumpster  behind  her.    “For  now,  at  least.”

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@daddypooltm​ texted:           oh, i wasn’t expecting to see you here.

inbox status: open || party starters

          “Well,  I  wasn’t  planning  to  be,  but  the  last  party  was  lame.”    Liana  usually  plans  to  attend  two  or  three  parties  on  Hallowe’en;  but  allowances  can  be  made  for  more  if  the  entertainment  is  lacking.    “Their  music  wasn’t  remotely  thematic  for  a  Hallowe’en  costume  party.    This  is  much  more  my  kind  of  jam.”

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@undxroos :: peter // daddy issues 2.0 -- closed

                    Liana  was  quiet  for  a  few  moments  while  she  scrolled  through  her  phone.    There  was  something  in  particular  she  wanted  --  needed  --  to  show  Peter.    Something  he  probably  deserved  to  know.

          “Here,”  she  held  out  her  phone  for  Peter  to  see:  a  picture  of  an  x-ray,  showing  a  left  arm  broken  in  more  places  than  she  cared  to  count.    A  picture  she’d  used  as  a  lock-screen  for  a  long  time,  as  a  reminder;  and  still  kept,  just  in  case.    “My  Dad  did  that  to  me  when  I  was  fifteen.”

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@undxroos​​ texted:           ⚡ 🗑️ 🦋

text your girl || accepting

⚡ for an angry text

[14:29; to “interwebz”] just heard a story where someone lost her kids bc her neighbor complained that she couldn’t take care of them because, get this, her tree roots were growing over the property line. [14:31; to “interwebz”] her tree roots.  over the property line.  apparently that meant she couldn’t take care of her kids.  because of a tree.  like, how selfish can you get???  jeopardizing an entire family because of a tree!  A TREE!!! [14:45; to “interwebz”] wish someone paid that much attention to my family when I was growing up.  but then, we didn’t have a garden.

🗑️ for a text that wasn’t sent

[[unsent] to “interwebz”] I had that dream again.  the one in the white room.  there was blood this time and my arms they hurt so much.  I think there was something wrong with them? [[unsent] to “interwebz”] I don’t remember anymore.

🦋 for a loving text

[18:45; to “interwebz”] I know you’re studying for an exam so to make sure you eat properly, I ordered you a pizza!  it should be arriving in a few minutes.  good luck tomorrow, you’re gonna do brilliantly.  love you 💕

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soulcluster​ :: adam // getting to know you

“I was created on my universe’s Earth, by scientists who sought to craft the final piece in human evolution: a perfect being.” Looking at him, it might be hard to argue, with his golden skin and melodic voice and the way his eyes glow with power. Adam related his past as if he was telling a story, but not one that he believed. He was not so arrogant as to think of himself as a perfect being. Time again had proven that wrong, and no more so when he held supreme power itself. “I would say, technically,” there’s a hint of a smile along his chiseled mouth, “I am an alien to this Earth, yes.”

He was not surprised to hear her confirmation. Like Counter-Earth and his own Earth, he can sense both the evil and good souls that live here. “And you are not the only one,” he commented. “This world, I can sense there are many who fight against evil in all its forms. It has…many protectors.” Perhaps this is not where he is needed. 

          “I’m  sure  that  went  EXACTLY  as  planned,”  Liana  joked  lightly,  with  thoughts  of  how  well  those  kinds  of  experiments  had  gone  on  her  world;  but,  at  the  same  time,  something  about  his  words  tickled  an  empty  memory  in  her  head,  like  she  was  reminded  of  something  she  couldn’t  remember.    “I  can  certainly  see  some  of  your  perfections,”  she  gestured  gently  towards  him;  appreciating  him  in  a  PURELY  aesthetic  manner,  as  artists  do  sometimes,  y’know.    “But  I  find  people  often  underestimate,  or  even  misinterpret  the  human  condition.    And  one  person’s  perfect  is  another’s  imperfection.”

          Now  that  she  was  listening  for  it,  she  could  hear  the  DIFFERENCE  between  his  vibrations  and  those  of  the  planet  beneath  her  feet.    She  could  almost  consider  his  frequency  to  be  edging  on  PERFECT  as  well.    At  the  very  least,  she  didn’t  have  to  tune  him  out  in  order  to  hear  him.

          She  smiled  slightly  at  his  next  words.    “That  probably  DEPENDS  on  who  you  ask.”    Ultron  was  a  SORE  memory  for  many,  still;  and  the  Sokovian  accords  had  torn  a p a r t  the  Avengers.    What  was  it  people  said  about  war,  that  both  sides  were  just  fighting  for  what  they  thought  was  right?    “There  are  people  SCARED  of  me.    Understandably  so.”

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@undxroos​ texted:           [TEXT] Where are you? You said you’d be here 30 minutes ago.

TEXT YA GIRL || accepting (always)

[19:23; to “interwebz”] they ran out of pineapple for your pizza so I had to wait for them to get more, just for you ;) [19:25; to “interwebz”] nah, there was an accident a couple blocks away.  they’ve cordoned off the street a little bit so I had to take a detour.  pizza might be cold tho!

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@undxroos :: peter // study sessions

     Liana frowned, squinting at her sketch as she shaded around the edge of the image.  She was chilling out in a quiet cafe, working on a outfit sketch for her fashion design course.  It was one of her regular study sessions with Peter: she worked on her art classes, and he worked on whatever studies he had.  This was becoming a way for them to hang out outside of patrols.

     “Hey, what do you think?” she turned the sketch around for Peter to see.  “It’s for my design class.”

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the case of the mystery fruit basket (except it’s only a mystery to Peter)

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@daddypooltm​ texted:           “I paid $40 so I better die.”

It’s Hallowe’en || accepting

     “You paid $40 for this?  Sounds like a rip-off,” Liana eyes the haunted house with some skepticism.  She knows all the regular spots for creepy parties and haunted houses, but this is a new one, opened this year, and Liana takes Hallowe’en too seriously to not individually review and feedback every single one.  “In my experience, anything over $25 tends to be tacky and overdone, because they’re only in it for the money.  I don’t usually wish death on people, but I’d hope you die too at that price.  Otherwise, it’s just a waste of time.”

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@undxroos​ texted:           🗑️ ⚡ 🐰

texting meme! || accepting (always)

🗑️ for a text that wasn’t sent

[[unsent] to “interwebz”] I had a nightmare you never came back.  you’re still here, right?

⚡ for an angry text

[19:36; to “interwebz”] how many times do I have to tell you, Peter?  call me next time you wanna try and land a plane crash, so I don’t have to turn on the news and hear about you almost dying!  we’re supposed to be partners in this stuff.

it’s physically impossible for Liana to get angry at Peter, sorry, I don’t make the rules

🐰 for a goofy text

[12:41; to “interwebz”] just bought my first Hallowe’en candy of the year!  the little jelly ghosts are so cute, I don’t wanna eat them

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@shroudedspark​ texted:           “you okay?”

find Liana on a rooftop at night || accepting

     Liana hums softly, her legs kicking gently against the wall of the building.  She glances up at the sound of Stiles’ voice and smiles warmly.  “Hey, did Peter tell you where to find me?”  She turns back to look out over the city.  “Just needed a break from, well, LIFE for a while.  Everything always seems so... ethereal from here.”

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@daddypooltm​ texted:           4, 5 & 6

powers meme || accepting

answers are applicable to marvel verse only!

4. Did your power develop with age, as a result of some event, or were you born with it?

     “Um, I don’t know, I guess the second one?  I just kind of woke up one day and I had them.  I don’t know really know any of the specifics.  Maybe I had them the whole time and then they unlocked or maybe I just grew old enough to have them or maybe something happened that gave them to me.  I’ll probably never really know.”  She doesn’t mention the four months she doesn’t remember before she woke up.

5. How normal are powers in the world you live in?

     “Pretty normal, as far as I’m aware.  I mean, there’s aliens, and rich men in metal suits and Norse Gods and human spider mutants.  Not really sure which category I fall into but I’m definitely not an outlier.  Still abnormal compared to most people, though, unfortunately.”

6. When using your ability, do you make efforts to disguise yourself, or otherwise hide that you have said ability?

     "Um, yeah, I guess?  Only a couple of people know that I have abilities.  Everyone else just knows me under the alias ‘Fracture’, which is my vigilante identity.  Does that count as hiding them?  I also try to avoid using them on an every day basis, because, well, I don’t really like having them.  And they’re dangerous, so...”