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to be loved until the point of madness. that is my wish for you. indie goddess of love rp

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Goddess of the Skrull Faith, Ana’Hira S’Byll-Breed. The Verdant Divine.       An Independent + Selective Adaptation of Love, by Veronica! 

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“Captain Marvel”

Avengers: Back to Basics (2018) #3

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forever thinking abt that tube criss cross top

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Why are y'all still following this account? She's grounded, don't do that.

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Not to Ana'Hira Post twice in one day, but there's this (really bad) anime about Gods fighting Humans in a four season long tournament arc, right?

And one of the gods, Aphrodite (or Venus, if you're a poser) is depicted in almost every scene she's in as just... a gorgeous woman with impossibly large tiddies who comments on the tournament.

She doesn't fight. Doesn't move. In fact, the scene dressing around her (two gargantuan fools) is just emphasizing her tiddies.

And I... am fucking FURIOUS. I should've thought of this first.

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Footage of Ana’Hira using her powers.

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It'd started with some crazy theory online, one that she had nearly just scrolled on past. But, Jessica Drew was never one to not pry if Skrulls were possibly involved; wouldn't want to miss the opportunity to send one packing.

Eventually, the trail spiralled ⸺ unravelled, and now Jess was almost a hundred percent convinced that this Angela Ramone was a Skrull in disguise.

Only Jessica couldn't be entirely certain Angela was a Skrull without actually visiting the woman ( couldn't fight her without being near her, either ). It didn't take much more research to find an address, and deduce her schedule through social media posts.

Heading to the condo, Jess tried her best to remain calm, to play the game needed for intel. She held out well enough until the door opened ⸺ entering where a Skrull was possibly hiding out sent a shot of rage through her. How long had she been stealing this Angela Ramone's life ? Not as though the girl had an innocent life story before, but at least it was a human one.

Trying impossibly harder to not let her anger get the better of her, Jess leans against the wall in the foyer, arms crossed ⸺ waiting.

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Oh... she actually did come inside. There was a faint hope, foolish as it was, that merely receiving the invitation would be enough to dissuade Veranke from entering. The kind of hope that was caustic in the throat, and only ever called up by the weak and the panicked.

You are The Empress' Scion. Her flesh. Her blood. Her will reborn! You can't be afraid of some second-rate, overzealous despot's favored skinsuit! Pull yourself the FUCK together, Angela!

A few moments spent silently self-affirming to her reflection, willing herself to be strong and hold her fear at bay. A single moment to scream into a very hefty pillow, hopefully* muffling the sound of her despair enough so that-

"Jessica. Miriam. Drew! I can not BELIEVE Spider-Woman is in my house. AHH!"

The Champion of the Cosmos was descending her spiral staircase like Cinderella at the top of the hour, smiling like the award-winning actress she was.

"Welcome, bestie! Welcome! Can I get you something to drink? My Fresh order just came in. I have so many mangoes to juice!"

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"It's that time again." Tess smiles just a little at Angela, one arm clutching a tablet of notes to her chest. Her eyes gleam. Still, she plays coy a little longer, glancing oh so casually at the nearest Gate.

The banners are unfurled. The merchandise is on the shelves. Krakoans are buying. 'Is that a Spirit Halloween?'' they inevitably ask. 'That habitat just opened up. G-ddamn, they move fast."

(They do.)

"I have a hot tip about Arakko. How do you feel about the franchise going interplanetary?" Wait. Is 'interplanetary' the right word to use here? (Maybe not.) Her brows knit, but she keeps right on going. "Strike while the iron's hot! Remember Broadway? Missing out on that prime location because we didn't move fast enough after Phantom closed?"

Yeah, Angela remembers. Because Tess never shuts up about it in business meetings.

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"GAWD, Tess, just- at a lower octave, please."

Stood on the sidelines of eternity, a Custom UV-Denying pair of wraparound visors clinging to her flawless features by a dangerous thread. Held in place by the grace of the Lady of Love herself, long may she shine eternal.

Hungover wasn't the word. It lacked the OOMPH, the... fucking GRAVITAS to represent just how devoid of 'pep' she was here, at her long-standing business partner's side.

She hates this part of the business. The scouting, the speculating, the being held 'responsible' for her decisions at a time she truly was NOT yet ready to deal with them.

"It's the right word." Kombucha straw found with her tongue, and guided home. "Also, why can't we call it Mars anymore? Like, I get it as a branding decision, but... I feel like this is a Pluto situation?"

No, she's not going to comment on losing the Great White Way as a potential storefront. No one goes to Broadway to SHOP anyway!

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This is the kind of time we're on? Cool.

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Morning, babies! How is everyone today?

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she knows angela means it as a joke, but 'accessory' fits her. a petite girl at angela's side to uplift her own excellence, as useful and silent as a shiny necklace or a ring. the comment is at least followed by compliments and ami flushes slightly.

her mouth opens to speak when jesse sidles up to her side, knocking against her. the motion almost knocks her off her feet and he steadies a hand on her arm. ❝ go on, ami. you should have some fun for once. go clock off, you're already on overtime, ❞ he insists.

she's crowded on both sides by persistent, far-too-attractive, very tall people. no denying or pouting could help her get out of this now. her mouth clicks shut around a sigh. ❝ okay, ❞ she says finally, if not a little relenting. jesse grins, taking the cloth out from her hands while shooing her away.

twisting on her feet, she heads off to the staff room to clock out and grab her bag before walking back out into the mostly empty main room. ❝ have fun. ❞ there's an almost teasing tone in jesse's voice.

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Angela is, immediately, rocking her weight onto her back foot, arching one of her legs, foot flat against the wall to accentuate her silhouette, make her body look just a touch curvier than it already was. She’d two fingers twirling pink locks slowly, and a very warm smile on her face. 

    “Hey, Jesse~ I like that shirt on you... the way it frames your arms.”

She does hear Ami relent and agree to come with her. She’s very excited for her small, little, tiny friend and the wonderful night of debauchery, dancing and disco she’s about to get into. She is! But uh-

  She’s sitting at the bar, giggling a bit too eagerly, and leaning forward a bit too far by the time Ami returns from- the bathroom? Wherever she went, didn’t really matter. 

"So, are you gonna meet us there after you close out for the night? Cause we can skip Time Crisis and just go back to my apartment..." Oh, now she's going to need to be dragged away. Funny how the turn tables.

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SIMONE ASHLEY as KATE SHARMA BRIDGERTON — 2x06: “The Choice” (2022)

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Going on vacation on Thursday. Might never come back. If I don't, take care of yourselves and make good choices.

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The Book of Worlds was filled with scriptures like these. To be stood before those worn down to the frayed edges of their very spirits. She knew what needed to be done, she'd read the words hundreds of times, perhaps thousands... and yet?

Every opportunity to make use of the teachings weighed far too heavily on her spirit.

Ana'Hira's hands were steady as she set down a chilled cup of Ganne Ka Ras before @ifyouwouldloveme. A recipe that belonged to her daughter's foster mother, equal parts the taste of a warm home and a comforting anchor to imbibe.

"You did what you thought was best. Running as you have is only ever healthy as a sprint... marathoning it changes you immeasurably."

THE CALL.

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ang swirls in as she usually does; with a complete air of confidence and chiming vocals. also as usual, it takes ami a moment to take it in and settle. if she didn't have her fast-working brain, she didn't know how she'd understand anything angela had just said.

discotheque; ex-girlfriend older brother first wife accountant dope dealer son-in-law; 'please be my plus one'.

ami shifts on her feet, setting down a glass she was wiping clean and wrapping the cloth loosely between her fingers. ❝ it sounds - ❞ be polite, ami. ❝ - fun; but i don't know, angela, i don't really ... ❞ party? go clubbing, discotheque or otherwise? 'pull'? ❝ dance. ❞

somehow she feels this isn't going to be an easy thing to decline.

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Yas, yas, yas, yaaaaas! It DID sound fun, she knew her BEST would understand just how important this kind of event was!

"Ami. Spots. Quick sticks. My love. My life. My favorite accessory. You're gorgeous. You're beautiful. You're so god damned attractive, you don't have to dance! Hot girls don't HAVE to dance to do well at parties, they can just stand there and look hot! Get free drinks, be the talk of the town. Pretty Privilege is so real, babe, exercise it."

Angela was going to exercise her pretty privilege AND dance, but that's because she was a siren and she was going to steal someone's soul tonight.

"We'll set up a signal. If you start having a bad time we'll escape. Go to an arcade instead. Play House of the Dead or something."