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[vengeancedemon]

@akatrishtalks continued from here

The Raft prison break had kept the Rider busy. He and Robbie were out nearly every night now, taking care of the escapees and sending them where they really belonged. If Robbie was being honest with himself in a way he rarely was, he was having fun with it. The Raft housed the worst of the worst, after all, and the Rider confirmed as much every time he saw one of them. He was just finishing up a particularly nasty piece of shit when he heard footsteps at the mouth of the alley, and if he’d had control of his body, he would’ve sighed. In L.A., people knew better than to interrupt him, but people were stupider in New York.

Turning to face the woman, the Rider paused as he took her in. Immediately, Robbie was working to reel the Devil in. Give me the reigns, he ordered, but the Rider hesitated. She doesn’t belong here, the demon pointed out. Neither do we, Robbie shot back. Let me drive. There was more hesitation than there typically was, the Rider fighting him a little as he took back control, but the Devil seemed to shaken to put forth any real effort in keeping Robbie under. When he was finally himself again, he studied the blonde with watchful eyes. “You can shoot me if you want,” he offered, “but something tells me you know it’s not gonna go your way. I’m thinking me and you might have a couple things in common here.” Send her back, the Rider whispered, though he still sounded more confused than anything. Hell is meant to be eternal. Robbie would have rolled his eyes if not for the woman facing him now. Really? You’re bitching about someone getting out of Hell? Me and you do that shit all the time. Pipe down, asshole. Let me talk to her.

[mockingdanger]

@akatrishtalks

When Bobbi came back from the dead, she did it metaphorically. She’d never actually died, had only used a cadaver as a body double to convince people she had. It was something that she was seriously glad for. For all the trauma she’d faced, she didn’t think she could have handled dying and coming back. She’d seen what Coulson was like, heard from Mack and Hunter just how bad things had gotten when they’d helped him look into his memories of the process. People who died, in Bobbi’s experience, didn’t come back the same.

But still... Getting a second chance had to be nice. That was something Bobbi did have a little bit of experience with. She was on a chance far passed her second now, and making sure someone else’s second chance worked was a pretty good way of giving back. She’d never met Trish Walker before her death, and she hadn’t met the sister that was in the process of joining Coulson’s team, either, but that didn’t matter. Trish deserved for her second chance to work, and Bobbi could help make that happen. 

Putting her stethoscope around her neck, she walked into the medical pod where Trish was currently laid up, offering the blonde a smile as she entered. “Trish, right? I’m Dr. Morse. You can call me Bobbi, though --- I kind of prefer that. Titles start to feel pretty stuffy around here after a while.” She wasn’t always great with people, but Bobbi’s bedside manner had always been decent. Small mercies, her mother would have said. “I’m going to be checking up on you while you’re staying here. How are you feeling today?”

[legalsuperhero-blog1]

✉ (Trish)

@akatrishtalks

[ ✉  ➡️ Trish Walker] I just got a courtesy call that you’re in trouble again. If you need to hide a body, please tell me now, when I still have my work clothes on.

[kdxnvers]

@akatrishtalks

[✉️ ➡️Jess unknown]: friendly neighborhood hellcat checking in on babysitting duties!

[📱to  ??? ] ooh boy, I hope you got a hold of your babysitter! [📱to  ??? ] gosh it would be the worst if you had the wrong number and there was a jack jack parr situation back home [...] [📱to  ??? ] if it /is/ a jack jack parr situation back home, you /have/ reached the right person, might be able to help [📱to  ??? ] i know a girl

[mynameiscaroldanvers]

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[✉️ ➡️Carol✨]: i’m doing great. only dropped my keys /twice/ trying to open the door with the sling on.

(✉ → Sex Kitten): Aww, that’s so cute. You need someone to come take care of you? And I think you /know/ what I mean when I say that. 😏

[akajustjessicajones]

@akatrishtalks cont from here

[✉️ ➡️Jess]: I’m sorry glad she makes you happy. That’s all I want for

(✉ → it’s TRISH): u & me both.  (✉ → it’s TRISH): r u gonna be there? when we get around to picking a date or whatever?  (✉ → it’s TRISH)[UNSENT]: apparently tahts something i have to ask now

[wildheartsarah]

@akatrishtalks

She was good at her job. She had been for a long time, even when she had only ever practiced in a small city. But even then, her reputation had spread far enough to garner some interesting clients. Like the woman standing in her doorway now.

“Trish,” Sarah said, remembering that’s what she preferred to be called. “It’s been a while. Did my old office give you my new address?” she asked, standing up and crossing over to the couch. “Please, come on in.” 

[ironiccrus]

@akatrishtalks​

Before she was married, Natasha never really thought about kids. It always seemed like a cliche dream to have, and her relationships were never the kind that promised to last a lifetime. The last thing she wanted was to bring a child into a world like she grew up in – but that didn’t mean she wasn’t good with them, because she was. She could pick up on a kid’s presence a mile away, even before FRIDAY informed her through the armor that there was a little girl on the street a couple feet below that didn’t seem to have anyone with her.

Natasha landed gently in front of her, slightly marvelling at the fact that, despite the jaw drop, the kid didn’t really react in the slightest to Iron Woman appearing in the flesh. Natasha retracted the mask, stepping out of the suit, and knelt down in front of the girl. “Hey there,” she said with a grin. “What’s a girl like you doing in a place like this? You’ve gotta have someone worrying about you, little miss. Where’s your mom? Dad?”

[dutysoverlove]

[ 📱 — sms ] is everything okay? || @akatrishtalks

(✉️ ➡️ she persists ): [unsent] who fucking told you (✉️ ➡️ she persists ): [unsent] listen i dont want to get into it with (✉️ ➡️ she persists ): [unsent] you should talk to tony (✉️ ➡️ she persists ): its kind of a shitshow right now trish (✉️ ➡️ she persists ): i dont want to talk about it over the phone

[kevinthompsons]

“You didn’t have to kill them!” Trishgrave 👀

SEND ME A VIOLENT/DEATH THEMED STARTER!

“you didn’t have to kill them!”

Kilgrave had slipped up, not taking someone with him when he went to see Jessica. If he’d had a third party, she wouldn’t have almost crushed his ribcage with a desk. So, since then, he didn’t go anywhere without someone else. He couldn’t be bothered to just use people he knew Jessica was close to, so he used children. She’d really showed her hand when she’d bitched about that boy, from the house he’d lived in with Daisy. And he’d seen photographs of Jessica cradling the child’s head as he died, so he knew she wouldn’t do anything to him if he had a child with him.

But now the little girl had served her purpose. He’d reached Patsy Walker’s home and not run into Jessica, and now he had her sister there. As pissed as she was supposed to be at Patsy, he doubted she would attack him if he used Patsy as a shield. And he had further use for the little girl, so he said, “Kill yourself.” And she’d obeyed immediately, as children usually did. She pulled out a letter opener from the pocket of her dress – he always kept them armed, now, as an extra contingency – and stabbed herself in the neck.

He didn’t watch as she did it, obviously. He kept his gaze on Patsy, and, when she shrieked, as predictable as ever, he sighed. “Oh, calm down,” he said, wearily. “She killed herself. For God’s sake.” He walked across the room, so the body wasn’t in his immediate line of vision. He had imagined smiling, when he’d thought about seeing Patsy again, but now she was there, he didn’t. He was exhausted, he felt like shit, but at least she looked worse.  “How have you been, Patsy?” he said. “You look awful, you know. I suppose being a junkie will do that to you.”

[thecanaryxlance]

@akatrishtalks

[✉️ ➡️Sara]: back from another universe. you?

[✉️ ➡️Trish]: I’ve dealt with an evil me from another universe, not all that fun

[vengeancedemon]

[ 📱 — sms ] i think you have the wrong number. || @akatrishtalks

(✉️ ➡️ hell or high water): oh, sorry, must have been trying to reach the /other/ armed blonde chick with hell in her rearview.

[theaftermathgossip]

Top five most likely to perish in a zombie apocalypse?

@felicitymeganoverwatchsmoak @evolvingeve @deadbxrd @fearlessandcrazier @akatrishtalks

Now we’re getting to the fun questions! Here goes:

1. Felicity Smoak. She’s a queen with the tech stuff, but homegirl would suffer a classic death by trip and fall in the apocalypse. She’d make a cute zombie, though!2. Eve Lavenza. You know this adorable bot would want to make friends with a zombie. I’m not sure robots can get zombified, but Eve would figure out a definitive answer to that question on day one.3. Jason Todd. This bitch just likes to die!4. Harley Quinn. She’s amazing, but just crazy enough to bite it. Literally!5. Trish Walker. Those nine lives gotta run out sometime, right?

- Admin Betty

[sofiastranges]

@akatrishtalks

Sofia had been right next to Trish when she died, her own hand barely touching Trish’s arm as she passed on -- but she felt something. A flash of a face and a warm feeling and then dread. She couldn’t look Jessica in the eyes after it, because she knew where Trish was headed and how could you tell someone that their sister who was struggling with so much was being dragged to hell? If she had her magic she would have been able to heal Trish, would have been able to pull her away from the brink of death. If only she had a second chance -- but what if... what if Sofia could make a second chance? 

That was how Sofia ended up in the morgue with a vial of Vydrate and one of the sanctum’s books on necromancy with the coroner was out on lunch. Dark magic was frowned upon in every magical circle but Sofia was willing to risk it if it gave Trish a second chance -- if it saved her from this horrible fate she was facing. Sofia capped the needle after injecting herself with one last dose of Vydrate and then flipped open the spell book to the earmarked page. Pulling out a salve from her bag, Sofia started drawing marks on Trish’s body to create an anchor -- the strings she needed to reattach Trish’s soul. Glancing at the clock, Sofia nodded to herself and then put her hand on one of the marks she had put on Trish’s chest and closed her eyes, focusing her magic into the markings, pulling her own soul from her body so that she could go find Trish’s. 

Aetherial forms were strange. Sofia was dizzy at first, not sure where she was and couldn’t focus on what was happening around her. “Trish?” Sofia called out as she tried to find her footing, “Trish can you hear me?” 

[mynameiscaroldanvers]

@akatrishtalks

The escaped prisoners from Arkham and the Raft had caused quite a stir in the little city. She had seen how hard the other heroes on the planet were working to try and contain the mess, but not everyone was pleased with the results. Some of them even blamed the heroes themselves for the breakout. Carol had gotten an earful when her tech honed in on a broadcast signal. Terran, obviously, but pretty well-hidden. And the voice on the other end, fielding calls from dozens of angry citizens, definitely knew what she was talking about. She took some bold stances, and Carol found herself curious.

So she tracked it. Kree tech was good at tracing signals, even ones as heavily masked as this one. It took some time, she didn’t actually make it until the broadcast had ended. Carol landed on the balcony of an upscale apartment. She peered in through the glass doors and saw what looked like a pretty normal home. She yanked the door open easily enough, didn’t even have to blast it, and let herself in. She heard a voice murmuring from a far room, exactly where the signal had been coming from, so she followed it. She was just about to reach for the door when it opened and a blonde woman walked out. “Hi there!” Carol said brightly. “Loved the show. Just... came for an autograph?”

[akajustjessicajones]

In another universe... || Trishica

@akatrishtalks​

She hadn’t left the city. It wasn’t just hallucination-Kilgrave’s taunt that made her stay, just like it wasn’t just what happened with Trish that made her want to leave. It was a lot of things. But in the end, this city was hers. She was born here, raised here, suffered here and lived here. She had no idea what she was doing now, but that wasn’t exactly new. She had been here before. Starting over and over and over again.

It had been a month since she watched them take her sister away. A month since Trish had almost killed her, and though it was far from the worst scar she had, her hand still ached where that knife had slid into her skin. Jessica was standing in the exact spot where she’d last seen Trish. The last spot where she would ever see her. The Raft didn’t have visitation. It was for the worst of the worst, the superpowered criminals that couldn’t be trusted in a normal cell. Supermax for supers. 

That included her sister now. 

It was the right choice, and still, every other day she found herself standing here. Like she’d get one more glimpse of her sister before she was put on that helicopter and taken away forever. Jessica didn’t even know what she’d say if she had the chance. Didn’t even know if she wanted the chance. 

The wind picked up behind her. It was staring to get cold now, October air chilly and brisk. But that wasn’t why she shivered. Something felt -- wrong. There was someone watching her. She was no Murdock, but she could feel them standing only a few feet behind her. “I’m not in the mood,” she called out. “So whatever bullshit you’re peddling, take it somewhere else.”