the renegades.

a multi-muse.

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#FORGRIES  :   𝙺𝙴𝙴𝙿 𝙸𝚃 𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙻 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝚂 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙰𝚈!    an independent,  low activity and  mutuals only  multi - muse  blog featuring canons and  original characters.  forged by 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜.  (  she / her,  21 +  ) 

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Pedro Pascal as Javi Gutierrez THE UNBEARABLE WEIGHT OF MASSIVE TALENT (2022) dir. Tom Gormican

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1 like and i add him

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PEDRO PASCAL attends the “Argentina, 1985” red carpet at the 79th Venice International Film Festival

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ADRIA ARJONA as Laurie in IRMA VEP | 1x07: The Spectre

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spectoral​,   bucky.

he’s  in  the  thick  of  it,  mired  in  the  breath-rattle  of  dodging  a  HOOK  hung  over  his  head  before  ramming  a  pound  of  his  knuckles  to  drill  into  cartilage,  to  crunch  into  concrete.    a  blow  glances  off  the  cap  of  his  silver  silver-styled  shoulder  a  split  after  the  voice  behind  him  calls  out  a  warning.    “    gee,  thanks  pal.    ”    bucky  tosses  back    ;    he  plants  his  toe    &    pivots  to  dodge  the  next  one  throttling  toward  him.      in  between  the  weaves    &    bobs,  he  hurls  out  the  question.  

“    —-    enjoying  the  time  off  over  there?    might  as  well  go  get  yourself  one  of  those  little  umbrella  drinks.    kick  back  for  a  while.    ”  

❝    hey!   look at that,  you got ‘im!   ❞    celebrates the commander,  still in the metaphorical stands,  quite content with his newfound role of valuable coach.   concern is nowhere in sight,  steve is quite confident that bucky has this perfectly  handled   –    though their opponents are not as happy with the arrangement,  as one takes the chance to charge against steve,  only for him to lower himself and tackle him at the middle,  using the momentum of his run to throw him over his shoulder and onto the ground.   a swift,  effortless move that will give him a hell of a back ache to contend with.

❝   think i might.   ❞    quickly,  he descends on the semi-conscious goon with a punch square against his jaw that knocks his lights out and comes back to his feet on the same beat.   ❝   where’s the bar again?   that way,  right?  think they'll let me get two umbrellas?   ❞  

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nutsaboutbirds​,   sam.

❝     so,      how far up on the list of hopefuls was i?      ❞        pounding breath escapes in sticatto measures,   preserving energy,   whilst sam’s footfalls spring back with quick succession away from steve’s practised,  noticably reserved blows.   they are only practising after all.    his wrist parries by glancing steve’s knuckles away from his collarbone and delight ripples through,   grin glowing over his face.      ❝     if i wasn’t above the tin can man,  i’m gonna cry myself to sleep tonight.      ❞      /   &  @forgries​

❝   oh,  you were  way  above him.  ❞    the reply come sin between exhales,  measured between quick jabs that land around sam’s torso.   ❝  but then again,  so was an ant.  actually   –   ❞  his aim rises upon seeing an opening,  and the corner of his mouth tugs into a  content  smirk as it is duly parried.    ❝  lotta you were below the ant.  dunno if you’ve ever met  ant-ony,  scott’s ant?  he was ranked pretty high.  just under natasha.  ❞    teases the former captain,  punctuating his sentence with a cross one to sam's chest. 

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Pedro Pascal as JOEL MILLER HBO’s The Last of Us (2023) — Teaser Trailer

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to-do list for later: remove mav from the muse list and give the new canon i wrote for him as a rogue pilot for hire to a contemporary verse for po/e da/meron. 

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grievences​,     grifter??

❝  no.  no.  ❞  fingers steeple beneath her chin before they turn towards clark,  trying to punctuate her point properly.   ❝  she just assumed i was having s with an a and,  to try and prove my point,  i decided to give her your number,  my not-at-all alien boyfriend.  ❞  the glasses are removed which means this is business and lois is quick to act.   ❝  me  ?  no.  no.  that doesn’t matter.  ❞  small hands glide along his forearms in a soothing motion,  attempting to ease the obvious worry that is bubbling beneath the surface.   ❝  tell me what you’re worried about.  ❞

❝   with an a?  what’s an  a  –   ❞  the explanation comes to no relief on his part.  clark only blinks,  head shaking as he struggles to process the sheer chaos of the evening that has just unfolded.  ❝  she invited you on to talk about alien sex.  ❞   he murmurs to himself,  slowly catching up.    ❝   oh my god,  you got paid.  how much did she pay you?  was it upfront?   why did she think mine was free?   ❞   her soothing motion helps some,  but not enough to  not  make him feel like a total ass.   ❝  i don’t know if  worried  is the right word, i’m more  –   i don’t know,   annoyed  that i had to go through all of that.  i don’t  like  doing this type of stuff,  lo.  it’s  too close  a call.  ❞

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grievences​,   i am on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

❝  her letters  !  not mine  !  ❞  her own hands are framed in surrender,  not feeling the need to enter an argument over a woman with questionable taste in men armed with a podcast  …  even if those were the most successful.   ❝  she wanted to get me on the podcast talking about you  !  well,  superman but still you,  not that i said it was you,  ❞  lois rattles off with hands in full motion to punctuate a rather convoluted part of the story.   ❝  look  -  ❞  weapons were in full engagement as her stature admits defeat,  all wide-eyes through her lashes as she crosses the kitchen to stand in front of him.   ❝  -  there aren’t exactly rules of engagement to this sort of thing.  you got paid,  right  ?  ❞

❝   so  you  said you’re involved with  superman  and  i  said you’re involved with clark kent.  that’s just  wonderful!  i’m sure it’s gonna play off just  swell!   ❞    cue to a forceful removal of a pair of thickly framed glasses and a moment for the man to rub over his eyes while wallowing in the frustration.  when he looks up again,  it’s to see her and be hit with yet another  crushing  revelation.    ❝   no.   you  got paid?   ❞

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grievences​,     deception.  disgrace.

you can’t win if you don’t try  …  or perhaps that is a saying better left for minor league hockey games and the lottery.   ❝  sacrificial lamb is very religious and i resent that.  this kitchen is non-secular,  ❞  she counters easily with a pointed finger,  not so much trying to shift blame as she was desperate to shift the conversation.  the clanking of her thermos hitting the stainless steel sink is a defeat in and of itself  -  stupid metal cup and it’s inability to shield her guilty grin.   ❝  okay.  that  -  that is a problem.  ❞  no longer small enough to sweep under the rug,  lois turns to eye his ‘ business stance ‘ with an obvious grimace.   ❝  it was either you or superman  !  she wanted to talk about how about p’s into v’s and s with an a  -  i just blabbed it.  ❞

❝    do not  try and filibuster right now,  i’m not in the mood for it!  ❞  clark warns,  too well versed in the ways of lois lane to ever indulge in her line of argument.  while she seems extremely darn amused over the whole thing,  clark is as exasperated as he’s ever been having to face the aftermath of it.  he stands in the middle of the kitchen with open arms and a pathetically hopeless expression making his blue eyes that much wider,  somehow.    ❝ p’s in v’s?!  ❞  he exclaims,  filled with disbelief.   ❝  what  did you babble?!  why would you ever even  start  a conversation on such a thing?!   ❞

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grievences​,   you didn't cheat but you're still a traitor.

lois enters the apartment doe-eyed and ready.  the thermos poised in front of her face is empty and mildly reeks of the coffee stains from the morning but it’s enough to hide her smile,  assuming @forgries​ doesn’t see fit to see through it …  and her.   ❝  honey  !  i’m home.  ❞  channeling her best lucy where nothing is ever her fault,  she heads directly to the kitchen to unpack her saddlebag  ;  better to prime the conversation as best she can.   ❝  how was your day  ?  boring  ?  uneventful  ?  thought so.  ❞

❝   oh,  no you don’t.   ❞   nice try,  lane.   man of steel,  remember?  impervious to attacks from bullets and doe eyes alike.  clark stands his ground quite firmly,  arching warning eyebrows to her and crossing his arms over his chest.    ❝  harley quinn?   really?   you offered me up as a sacrificial lamb for her  podcast?   lois,  do you have any idea what kind of  shit  i had to deal with during that interview?  now her viewers  basically  think that you’re cheating on  me  with superman.  ❞    wait.  confusion strikes him,  frown creases his features.   ❝     or the other way around,  i don’t know!  it was a very weird hour!  ❞

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crimeloyalty​,     what.

“ nope,  don’t remember that. ”  she stopped watching when mark died.  no show that kills off a man that beautiful should be rewarded with her viewership.

everything he says goes in one ear and out the other ; she’s doodling harley ♡’s ivy in her notebook while pretending to take notes. “ mm.  that’s great.  i love to see men being presented with opportunities to break into women-dominated fields. ”  and then,  all of a sudden,  her head snaps up,  pen clattering against the table.  that phrasing did not go unnoticed. “ oh my god.  she’s cheating on superman with you. ”

❝   well,  it happened.  ❞    don’t test him on grey’s anatomy.  seriously.  he’s stuck with it for too long.  

clark knows when he doesn’t have his audience like he knows when he’s losing a subject being interviewed   –   only harley makes it a little bit more obvious with her doodling.   ❝   no,  that’s not what i  –   ❞   now he’s caught with lips puckered into a pout and a completely oblivious expression taking over his face.   she said what now?   ❝  i’m  …  lois is not  …   she’s not with superman.  ❞   was this the right way to go about it?  gosh,  he really shouldn't have said yes to this.  wait,  did he ever?  how did he get here?   ❝    she’s with me.   ❞  

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crimeloyalty​,  harley grey, m.d.

“ and i won a harper avery,  but you don’t hear me talking about it. ”

a loud sigh.  lois is gonna pay for this x2.  “ okay.  whatever.  let’s do this. ” she leans forward,  starting the recording. “ we’ve got clark kent with us today,  all the way from metropolis.  if that name sounds familiar to you,  that’s because he’s award-winning journalist lois lane’s intern. are you grateful to ms. lane for kickstarting your career,  clark? ”  

❝   the fictional medical award from grey’s anatomy?   think they call that one the  catherine fox award  now,  by the way.   ❞    of course he watches grey’s.  he’s a total izzie.   ❝   it was a whole four episode arc.  ❞

clark shifts in his seat,  clearing his throat.  it gets overly dry when he is described as lois’s intern,  but again,  not his first time.   ❝  i’m  …   yeah,  i’m grateful to lois for being  an equal partner  over at the planet,  but she didn’t really kickstart my career.  if anything,  she was pretty adamant on keeping me just fetching her coffee  –   ❞    nope,  can’t be too honest about lois on a podcast.   ❝  but she’s a wonderful writer,  no other talent like hers.  i’ve learned a lot from her then and i still do now.  she’s always whipping me into shape.  ❞   he smiles.  doesn’t consider his word choice.

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crimeloyalty​,   harley.

“ when lois said superman wasn’t available,  i thought she’d have a better consolation prize than clark kent.  no offense. ”  she’s sipping a vanilla coke ( sponsor her ! ) as she insults @forgries​. 

yeah he should be used to this by now,  but it still hurts.    ❝   offence taken.  ❞    lois was gonna pay for this.   big time.    ❝  you know,  i have won a pulitzer too. i've done ...  stuff.  ❞