Delia Quinzel

[deliaquinzel]

halfalienblood‌:

When Jon thought that no one would try to attack another person, a rock was thrown out of nowhere, he had no idea who did it, but he saw that it was going on someone’s direction, so he flew quickly, and landed in front of the person. The rock hit him, and broke into little pieces, before every single one fall to the ground. At least no one seemed to have noticed and he was able to prevent the person from end up being hit by a rock. If anyone had seen it, he had no doubt that the peaceful protest, would turn into a blood bath, because people would start fighting, but they seemed to be too distracted, he turned around to make sure that the person was okay, it was then that he saw who it was. How didn’t he realize before? He probably was too worried about making sure that she wouldn’t get hurt to see it. He was trying to keep his nerves calm, because he knew that if she noticed that he was nervous, she may suspect, not that she wouldn’t already think that he looked familiar anyway, she saw him naked, how could she not realize that he was Superboy? He truly hoped that she would end up not noticing though.   

“Are you okay, miss?” he looked at every inch of her body, trying to find any scratch, but she seemed to be fine, which he kind of already suspected, but he couldn’t help but still be worried, “I’m so glad I got here in time, that rock, could have really hurt you.” @deliaquinzel​

Ugh. This was far from where she’d wanted to be today. Delia honestly didn’t have much of an opinion on mutants, let them do whatever they wanted so long as they weren’t tearing apart cities (and frankly, right now it seemed both sides were causing as much destruction as the other). She wouldn’t have been out at all but one of her older contacts from Gotham decided the chaos in the streets from these protests was an opportune time to meet and pass on some information. Delia had worked hard to cultivate all the relationships she had during her marriage and wasn’t about to loose them just because she’d lost (or rather casr off) her husband. The meeting itself went well, she had a head start on some hidden agenda’s coming to the city and a promise that her ex would get a punch in the fact the next time Alfredo saw him at a family get-together. Then she’d gotten stuck between some too-rowdy protestors on her way home and was ready to break out the pepper spray when a suited figure literally swept in and made some room.

Brushing down her skirt and adjusting her hat she looked her rescuer up and down then frowned, “Super-Someone I’m guessing?” she asked, he didn’t look like Superman but an outfit scheme like that was hard to miss. That and... “I’m sorry have you saved me before? Something about you is... familiar.”    

[deliaquinzel]

@property-of-joker

[deliaquinzel]

halfalienblood‌:

“Yeah, they just do it because they wanted to be like you, to be successful like you, it’s usually jealousy, honestly, because their lives are not good,” he pointed out, why would someone be mean to another person if they were happy with the way things were? He honestly couldn’t imagine. When someone was happy, both with their lives and with themselves, they didn’t treat others in a bad way, because they had no reason to, “Damn, seems like your life could be a movie,” he said, unaware that her words were honest.

“I guess you have a point, I will try to keep that in mind to calm my nerves,” he smiled at her, but even after hearing her words, he doubted that he would stop being nervous. He just wanted to get it done with, because waiting any longer, would probably not help with his nerves, “Thank you,” he smiled but their conversation was interrupted by a water balloon. His fast reflexes were not fast enough to stop it from hitting her, so she ended up completely wet, “Oh, I’m sorry,” he frowned, “Kids sometimes can be so annoying,” he wished that he had something at that moment to dry her, but he didn’t, so he would have to improvise, “Do you want my shirt?” he offered, if people would stare, they would at least stare at him and not her, which he knew could be embarrassing. While he was not a big fan of walking around shirtless, he would always put other people before himself.

“Or, sometimes they’re just spiteful little assholes who see someone up to their knees in crap and think it’ll be fun shovel more.” That was something she’d learned: sometimes was no deep insecure motive to someone being mean. Sometimes it was just because they could and you couldn’t stop them. She snorted at his words, “I’m pretty sure it would be one hell of a tragic comedy.” Delia said wryly, “But so long as they got someone hot to play me I guess I could deal with it.”

“Well there you go. But trust me, shit like that only gets worse and worse until you buckle up and go deal with it. You’re not gonna stop being nervous, people never do, but at least it stops getting worse than it already is.” Hell, she’d felt something like relief when she’d served her husband divorce papers (at his weekly poker night no less) even if she’d still been terrified she was ripping her life apart. Her answer to his thanks never came since she was currently soaked and hopping about like a mad thing. “Annoying my ass if they were nearby I’d shove my foot somewhere the sun don’t shine!” she yelled the last words in the direction the balloon had come sailing from and could make out some running forms in the distance. “What?” she asked, thinking she’d misheard him, “O--Oh you don’t have to-” she looked down, easily seeing her bra showing through the soaked top. Crap. “Would you mind? My apartment’s a few blocks from here, if you walk with me I can give it back to you when we’re inside?” she offered.  

[dcmultiverse]

I’m marrying that woman. Yeah.

[halfalienblood]

@deliaquinzel

[unbreakable-maggie-schmidt]

This is giving me so much Peggy Carter energy. (x)

[deliaquinzel]

@fightbattlesthatmatter

[deliaquinzel]

bstrgld‌:

It had only been a joke, but Michael was starting to think that maybe sitting next to her was a bad idea. She was a little intense, considering her answer, though the way that she flipped her reaction to him suggested that maybe he’d just struck a nerve with her. He hadn’t been able to get in a word edgewise, so he let her go off on her quick quip before she came to the supposed point to her apparent accusation. Now it made sense. “Uh, sorry, I wasn’t accusing you of stealing or anything… Totally not what I meant,” he offered her a nervous laugh and held up his hands defensively. “That’s a really good idea, though. Guys are the worst,” came his next joke, and he offered her another smile this go around.   

When she offered him a glass, he accepted it, this time his expression a little warmer, though a chuckle broke the expression. “Story of my life. But sure, that’s another way to get the job done. Speaking from experience?” Michael asked before he took a swig of wine and relaxed his shoulders; her sharpness had put him on edge, but now that he sort of understood where she was going with that, he felt a little more at ease.

Delia figured she wasn’t being her usual ‘prim and proper’ self right now since honestly there was little reason to put so much into the facade. She was, however, more than a little angry and it seemed to be seeping into her rants. Maybe she should’ve punched her ex in the balls back when she’d had the chance. “No directly anyway.” she answered with a smirk, honestly that part of it didn’t bother her. Maybe she just wanted an excuse to be angry. “Most of them are. I’m not gonna paint an entire gender with the brush of one asshole who can’t keep it in his pants so instead puts it in the pants of his eighteen year old half-wit secretary.” she deadpanned and took another large gulp of her glass. “So, y’know, fair is fair and all that.”

“You? The brick-shit-house, sometimes has to go looking for guys with bigger muscles? Who fits that capacity? The Hulk?” she asked him with a smirk. “Oh there always is. Trust me I didn’t get past all the obstacles in my life by punching them.” Her situation often requiring more... delicate approaches to her problems. “My experiences have been... varied and complex.” she smiled, leaving it to him to consider what that meant.    

[deliaquinzel]

annamariexrogue‌:

Anna hadn’t been to a bar in a long time. Leaving District X was always a risk, but after being blindsided (twice) it was clear that her only weakness was feeling safe. The stranger’s comment made her laugh and she shrugged, amused. “Guess that’s why we’re all here, sugah. To try and forget a little.” It hadn’t been easy for her at the institute after the… incident… with Erik and Harley. She still wasn’t sure if Scott believed she had no previous knowledge of it or not, but it didn’t really matter - the results might have been the same.

“Welcome to the club sister, we should get t-shirts.“ she said wryly, finishing filling her glass before gesturing to the bartender for another. She took a sip of her drink as a second glass arrived and poured a large one for the woman next to her, “Here’s something to get your started.” she smirked, “Wanna toast? I’ve got a good one,” she lifted the glass and cleared her throat, “To my lying, cheating, bastard of an ex-husband; here’s hoping he lives a very long life and makes every alimony payment my divorce got me.” She smirked, lifted the glass a little higher then took a big swig, “Anything you wanna toast to?”

[deliaquinzel]

halfalienblood‌:

Someone with a good self esteem, well, that was good, but he wished that he could say the same about himself. He was someone that was often really insecure, whether it was about his appearance or in general. He always pretended that wasn’t the case, and that he wasn’t insecure, because he didn’t want to show his weakness, at least to people that he didn’t know anyway, but he was often insecure, “I’m glad, a lot of people aren’t, and are very insecure,” he wasn’t just talking about himself, but about other people he met too.

He often tried to compliment people as much as he could, when he noticed that someone was insecure, because he didn’t want them to feel what he did about himself. He wanted to help boost their ego, he knew that one compliment could not help, but trying was better than nothing, and maybe with time, would change it, “That’s good, I’m glad to hear that, I truly hope that whatever you have planned, will work out,” he smiled at her, he always have been a sweet guy, someone that always wished for the best for other people, unless they were bad people, of course, “I try,” he let out a small laugh, “I love them, yeah, and I know they love me, but I’m so different, that I doubt they will recognize me, I haven’t seen them in years,” again, was not a lie, despite the fact that it had been just a few months for them, for him had been years, “You’re probably right, I just… Need to create the courage to do it.”

“Ehh, that’s the world we live in.” she shrugged, “Several times there are folks ready to kick you when you’re down and I’m not about to make their job easier for’em.” She’d fought and clawed to get this far in her life and was proud of it. “Oh me too. I mean it’ll only be disastrous for my life. Fear, terror, complicated child custody battles and maybe a few murders.” she said it lightly, her tone hiding the fact that there was more than a grain of truth to her words.  

“Well, you love them, they love you. So what if you look different, you’re still yourself right? Sure it may some time for them to get used to but you’ll be okay.” she smiled, “Love’s weird that way, let’s ya over look things. Sometime it’s bad. But most of the time that’s good so. Chin up.” she patted his leg lightly, about to continue before she heard a ‘watch out’ before something impacted her chest and left a terribly cold watery explosion in its wake. “Hooooooooly shit-” she said, voice high pitched and breathy at the sudden temperature drop, she jumped up and shook her hands about like that would help. Her white blouse showing a little too much of her bra now it was soaking and plastered to her skin, “Are you freaking kidding me!?” she half-laughed at the crappiness of it all, “This is my life. My life has devolved into water balloons to the chest.”

[deliaquinzel]

An Evening Guest ||

[deliaquinzel]

justicealwaysprevails‌:

Delia Quinzel’s arrival had been no coincidence. Bruce had sent for her the second he’d managed to extricate Harley from District X. There was absolutely no way he could let Harley walk away after the numerous crimes she’d committed; it didn’t matter that she regretted it. That wasn’t how the law worked. He was also reluctant to hand her over to the SCPD until he had the chance to speak to Jim. It wasn’t the SCPD he didn’t trust, it was NOVA, and he knew the SCPD’s hold on Harley would be temporary. Soon she’d be back in Arkham and there was no question she’d be directly returned to Joker’s clutches. 

Frowning, he narrowed his eyes as the sight of the firearm. He knew much more about Delia than he’d let on in their initial conversation, of course, and he’d seen every move she made that evening. Rather than answer the question, he went straight to the point: “Your sister is no longer in District X. She is asking for you.” Few people knew the exact location where he was keeping Harley Quinn (for her own safety). Divulging that information to Delia was a matter of careful consideration. The mutants might not stand behind Erik’s actions, but that wasn’t to say they were happy with what Harley had done. “I need you to assure Harley that her daughter is safe. She does not believe me.”

Delia continued aiming the gun at him for several moments before sighing and letting her arm drop, “I left the safety on anyway.” Rookie error, dammit. “Harley’s better off out of that place.” She didn’t know what was happening there but she didn’t trust what was basically a lawless settlement to treat people they saw as captives well. “You need me to assure her that her daughter is safe?” Delia repeated her eyes widening a little as she rubbed her face, “Few problems with that Mr. Wayne.” she began, “Number one, I haven’t seen Lucy, ever. We’re strangers to each other cause neither Harley not me trusted my coming here while that demented clown was nearby.”

“Number two, I don’t know where Lucy is, except that she’s under the care of a family in this city.” One who’s name she wasn’t about to drop despite thinking the other probably already knew about it. “So tell me, how I am supposed to go to my incarcerated sister and tell her that her daughter is safe when I have never seen her and don’t know where she is?” Delia raised a brow at him, “Because I’m not about to lie to her... Not about that anyway,” She was very much going to lie and stay she was still married, hell she’d get a fake husband if she needed to so that lie would hold up while she was here. “So I think it would be better if we planned something a little different, hmm?”    

[deliaquinzel]

halfalienblood‌:

“Well, I just have a lot on my mind, so it wasn’t really because you’re someone that can’t be noticed, I doubt that I wouldn’t be able to if it wasn’t because of that,” he admitted, she was a very good looking woman, so if anything, he would definitely notice her, and on top of that, she also seemed to be nice. But she wasn’t wrong, woman unfortunately, need to work harder to go up, which was something that was unfair in his eyes, even if he was sure that she was just joking, she was right, “Can you?” he wondered if her problem really was as complicated as his, probably not, as she wouldn’t have offered to talk about hers if that was the case, or maybe she just didn’t care if people knew, “Oh, that does seem pretty complicated, I imagine it’s probably going to be really hard for you, I hope that everything turns out okay,” he wasn’t sure what to say, he didn’t have any advices for her, because he never had to deal with it, or met anyone that did before, so it was hard for him to know how to help her, “Well… I was away for a while, and now that I’m back, I’m not exactly the same way that I was before, I’ve changed, and I’m scared about how my parents will react.” that wasn’t exactly a lie, but he hid a few details.

She chuckled a little and waved a hand at him, “Relax, I was only teasing. I’m quite secure in my appearance.” Regardless of what her husband had done she knew damn well she was a beautiful woman and just because he couldn’t keep it in his pants didn’t mean she was any less good looking. Still, being ‘back on the market’ now, in a sense, she might need to make even more effort on that front. Did she want another man though? Honestly, she wasn’t sure... One crisis at a time.

“Sure.” she shrugged, crossing her legs and looking over at him, waiting for him to spill his guts like she’d done, “Ehh, it’s okay. I’ve had my freak out and I’ve got a plan, just need a little luck and several favours.” She had the connections for those at least. “Thanks though, you’re a sweet guy.” she grinned and when he did finally let it out she raised a brow, “Ahh. Well see, that’s not actually that bad. If you’re super different they’ll be surprised sure, but you’re still you, right? And good parents actually love their kids. So focus on that. You do love’em right? Or else you wouldn’t be sat here worrying like the world’s gonna end. So they should love you to.” she shrugged, “Either way you’re only gonna worry more if you put it off. Best to just go get it over with, like I did my divorce.” she added with a wry smirk.  

[deliaquinzel]

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[deliaquinzel]

apollyon-morningstar‌:

As the woman paid off his entertainment for the evening, Lucifer was both irritated and intrigued. “Is that how you got into my booth?” He asked playfully, knowing that he usually had someone nearby to field off anyone who wanted to annoy him. If she had paid them off, though… his bouncers were only human. Maze was off doing Dad knows what, and good help was so hard to come by these days. But most people didn’t have the clout–or the balls–to do that. So she had his attention.

Delia Quinzel… He didn’t know any Delia Quinzel. And he would remember her face, he thought. Though the musing was pushed aside when she said ‘I need a husband’ so bluntly that he couldn’t help but scoff at her. “I can get anything done,” he answered. “But I’m not a bloody personal ad.” He looked her over again, eyes raking over her like he was undressing her before lifting a shoulder. “But you’re decent enough looking. You don’t think you can meet someone on your own?” He looked at her again. “Are you hiding a hideous deformity or something?”

She raised a brow and brazenly answered, “No. I pulled the old ‘do you really want your wife to know what you get to’ line and he waved me through.” she shrugged, “I’ve got no clue what he gets up to but people are pigs so I’m not surprised it worked.” She’d seen her father-in-law use the trick several times to get information. “That lot looked more like they be proud to say they were here with you to their spouses.” she added wryly, “So they got money.”

“Cocky.“ she replied, picking up one of the drinks the other had left behind, not drinking out of it but merely swirling the stem, “Oh it’s the most hideous thing you can ever think of,” she said lightly, “I’m a woman with thoughts of my own and a mean left knee.” Delia brushed a hair back and continued, “I need you to play the part of a husband for me and in exchange, name your price. My family situation is about as awkward as your namesake’s so I need a husband but can’t use mine cause he’s a cheating bastard I’d like to kick repeatedly in the balls until my foot started to draw blood.”

[deliaquinzel]

byelxver‌:

“sometimes, i think life is designed specifically to kick my ass,” lorna commiserates with the other without hesitation, the weight of a long day wearing on her. she smirks, “yeah, let’s drink, why not?” she didn’t feel like facing anyone too familiar at the moment. her mind was still relaxing after a particularly rough day, but she at least kept the conversation going, “what would the alternative choice be? i’d love to get a glimpse of anything outside my life at the moment.”

Raising the bottle slightly, Delia grinned, “I’ll pour you a glass on that line alone.” She filled the other’s glass before she’d finished giving her acceptance and slide it across the table towards her. “Well,” she began, taking a large gulp of her drink, “The alternate choice would be going back to my husband of seven years who I caught three weeks ago in bed with an eighteen year old, and accept his offer to get remarried so that he doesn’t lose face in front of his man-friends.” she explained wryly, “In comparison to that it was either this or find the gates of hell to tell the satan I’d decided to come home early.”

[crazyaboutlegs]

[deliaquinzel]

bstrgld‌:

The descriptor was oddly specific and even had Michael wincing as he could just barely feel the pain in his groin. He’d been hit in the crotch on more than one occasion and nine times out of those ten times were purposeful. But he could relate. He’d been back to the city for the first time in months, since he’d last left it, and already was being driven to drink so urgently that he needed to stop somewhere for a quick pick me up before heading back to the condo. Michael watched as the brunette by his side started to pour her own glass with a bottle of wine, something of which he was sure that she shouldn’t even have on their side of the bar.

“Are you… Are you supposed to have that?” He asked and pointed to the bottle, obvious confusion evident on his face as he glanced around the bar tender. “I mean, if you’re pouring, sure.” He’d been drinking tequila, but his glass was empty and the bar tender was nowhere to be found, so he pushed the glass in her direction. “Well, hey: if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em, right?”

She raised a brow at him, “Are you going to take it off me if I say no? Do I strike you as the kind of woman who’d reach over a bar, pluck a bottle of wine from an ice bucket and pour herself a glass because the wait-staff are taking their sweet-ass time on what’s likely their billionth smoke break of the evening?” she asked him, tilting her head as the glass filled before setting it down and taking a sip. Sighing in satisfaction she followed up with, “Cause that’s not what happened. I asked for a bottle and paid for it with my own money. See,” she put the glass down, “A woman in a bat with a bottle next to her is a best deterrent to stop stupid men trying to buy her a drink.”

She smirked at his answer and this time did reach other the bar and grabbed a clean glass that she filled with the bottle before sliding back, “If you can’t beat’em hire someone with bigger muscles to do it for you.” The enforcer for her ex-mob family had offered to beat the adultering son of a bitch up her but being a lady who needed good departure terms she’d declined.    

[deliaquinzel]

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[deliaquinzel]

apollyon-morningstar‌:

Lucifer was bored. Jim Gordon hadn’t let him work as a consulting detective, NOVA prevented anything fun without having to do clean up, Linda was… off being a walking libido. The unfortunate part of that last one was that Linda was approximately 98% of his impulse control. Especially without Amenadiel or Chloe there. There was no one to reign hm in, which is why he had a girl on his lap, two on his right and a beautiful man on his left. He was still bored, but the passing fancy of sex with several people at once could at least occupy his evening. Venus might even join in. They had had several good nights now that she was staying with him. He really should be finding her that new apartment, but their symbiosis worked well thus far. She didn’t annoy him, made him more money, and made cute noised when he made her come. Why shouldn’t he invite her?

He was pulled from his thoughts when he heard a voice and looked up from his spot. “That is my name,” he allowed. “But normally I like to know the person asking me for something before I agree to favors.”

This needed to go well, she needed a very specific kind of help and bugger if she could think of anywhere else to get it without it getting back to her dear ex. Reaching into her purse she pulled out a roll of notes and handed several fifties off to the three girls and man hanging around him like flies on a rather attractive corpse. “Here’s some money, go buy drinks and leave us alone.” she deadpanned, the cash being enough to buy her some more privacy, “Sorry but I’d rather not have an orgy in waiting overhear this chat.” she took a seat next to him and held out her hand, “Delia Desanto-” The automatic introduction made her wince and she licked her lips before correcting, “Quinzel. Delia Quinzel.” The divorce was still a little raw, rage still bubbled inside her at it but the introduction had been the same for seven years... Somethings still came to her without her actually thinking about them.

“Anyway.” she cleared her throat again and looked the other in the eye, “I hear you’re a man who can get anything done. So, I need a husband.” she told him bluntly, watching carefully to see his reaction.

[deliaquinzel]

halfalienblood‌:

She wasn’t entirely wrong, he did escape death, or maybe he escaped living an eternity in the black hole. He would probably have only died when he was really old. If he didn’t die after staying the amount of time that he did in there, then he doubted that he would have died any time soon. He was still glad that he had gotten out, because it would be terrible to continue stuck in there. It was quite lonely, he missed his friends and his family, he didn’t want to stay for the rest of his life in there, so he couldn’t be more glad that his grandpa was able to find the Guardians of Galaxy and they were able to save him. He would literally do anything that they asked him, he would do ay favor, because he was able to go back home, because they saved him, “I was just really distracted, so I didn’t see you coming, but you’re not scary,” he said with a half smile, she seemed nice, so she was far from it, but maybe she was just a good actress, “It’s complicated…” could he tell her? Would she even believe him? He wasn’t sure.  

“Ahh, and being a woman I work so hard to be noticed before on my way up.” she said with a faint smirk. It was true though, she’d spent endless hours perfecting her appearance so all would look at her and think she was glorious, her husband most of all. And she was convinced she had... Clearly that hadn’t been enough. “Complicated?“ she nodded, “I can relate.” she took a breath, “So, we’re two strangers on a bench in a strange city, I’ll tell you mind and you tell me yours and we’ll see if can have someone to talk to.” Hell, she needed to tell someone but no one she ‘knew’ was a safe option, this man though, was a stranger, and she was one to him; almost too good a gift horse to pass over. “So my life has fallen apart because my husband, who I did everything for, I was a perfect wife, cheated on me with an eighteen year old who had the IQ of a brillo pad. Now we’re divorced and I’m in town visiting my sister who would actually kill him if she found out so I’ve gotta pretend we’re still happily married despite the man ruining our lives.” she finished in a deadpan before looking over at Jon, “So there’s my complicated, hit me with yours.”  

[its-a-state-of-angst]

In which Midge Maisel gives another relatable monolgue

and makes me cry…again

Seriously damn Rachel Brosnahan