i'm not your superhuman

[buriedinthemidnightsoil]

"but you are mad. tell me why. perhaps i can put your anger to good use." it probably wasn't a good thing that his first thought was to use her as an ally against kang. as a parent he probably should be more concerned with protecting her but in his defense he was new to this whole fatherhood thing. "made me forget? is that how this works? i'm him? the loki that all of you knew? how fascinating, although that still doesn't explain why my consciousness is here. it might not entirely be a bad thing i'm here. i might be able to help more than your- than the other variant." his first thought when he was told someone killed him went to he who remains. he must desire to be in control of time again. "you weren't expecting me to want you. all i wanted before i took on my burden was my friends. a daughter, family that loves me, that's even more than i could have dreamed of. morgan it is then." he nodded his head. "hearing i fought with him is one of the few things i've heard here that makes sense. certainly makes more sense than what he was babbling about when i last saw him." @itwcsmcroon

[itwcsmcroon]

"because if the person who killed you is who i think it is? i'm tired of the havoc he's wreaking on this city, on the people i care about. that's you. and a friend of mine who i know he killed. if by putting my anger to use means what i think it means? then don't worry. i'm way ahead of you there." the plan had taken a little longer than anticipated to throw together and think of every possible way it could go, but morgan was confident now that she had thought of everything. it would work in her, ravonna and hank's favors. kang would be gone, whether by death or by trapping him somewhere where he couldn't escape. "it seems to be how it works most of the time, yes. this place is confusing in its' logic. if it wasn't, i would be long dead by now. you might be right about that. tell me about yourself and your timeline then. clearly you're from one that also had a tony stark. what else should i know?" her plan was ironclad, however, if he wanted to help... as much as she disliked the idea, she wouldn't like it if he tried to stop her out of protection because she neither wanted nor needed it. when he spoke, she gave him a small smile and nodded. "and all i've wanted for the last ten years has been my family back. i end up here with them alive and my father wanted to see me dead by his own hands and my mother doesn't remember me at all. and right now, i barely remember them anyway, so... you still have me. even if and when i remember them, you'll still have me. you'll still be my dad." considering she had another mother here from similar circumstances and in morgan's period where she'd remembered her past life, even then... regina hadn't been any less of a mother to her. "yeah? what was he saying?" @bejcwcled

[thefinalgxrl]

@itwcsmcroon asked: ❝ It’s like all I do is plan for joy I don’t get to feel. ❞ morgan and pepper

Pepper smiled softly as the young woman spoke. “I understand that,” she said. “Sometimes it does feel as though life is just…happening.” It was strange for her to open up to anyone, let alone a virtual stranger, but there was something about the young woman that seemed familiar. And something that made Pepper want to comfort her. “But you deserve to be happy,” she said, offering the younger woman another soft smile. “I’m sure you have a lot going for you. You seem like you have a wonderful, bright mind.” @itwcsmcroon

[itwcsmcroon]

there had been a maternal familiarity that morgan had felt when the two of them had first met and... she knew why now. she knew, but she kept her findings to herself for the time being. it was clear the other didn't remember her and morgan... barely really remembered herself after all. and frankly, morgan didn't want to freak her biological mother out. for the time being, she was content to keep doing what they'd been doing for the last couple of months and enjoy one anothers chats and company. "don't know about deserve anymore. i don't think anyone's entitled to... anything in this life. we just accept and are appreciative of any gifts we're given." she let out a chuckle and shrugged. "you could say that there's a lot... going. for a certainty." understatement of the century for many reasons she didn't want to get into. not here. "and thank you. i've heard it... many times throughout my life, but guess it actually means something coming from you." @thefinalgxrl

[thefinalgxrl]

@itwcsmcroon asked: ❝ We’re supposed to all be ladies and be nurturing and care Is that really fair? ❞ morgan and wanda

A faint smile crossed Wanda’s face. “Nothing in life is fair, but certainly not for women,” she commented. “We can make the same mistakes that men do, and yet we’re the ones branded villains for it.” She shrugged, brushing her fingers through her hair. “They will always come for us,” she said. “If we’re different, we’re a threat. If we blend in, we’re boring and forgettable, and they overlook us.” Wanda spread her hands. “We can’t win, really, but I’m going to fight anyway. If not just because discomfiting men is fun.” @itwcsmcroon

[itwcsmcroon]

"i'll never understand why people feel the need to label another person, male or female, as either a hero or a villain anyways when the reality is, it's not as black and white as that. people are too complex." morgan shook her head with a scoff at the thought. "the most evil of villains could have moments of selflessness and the most noble and mighty of heroes can have their moments of selfishness. especially us women." and morgan could list examples all day of people who had gone against whichever label had been slapped on them based on the whims of people who had no idea who that person was and what actually made them tick. "people are fickle. that's why i do my own thing, what i feel is the right course of action and don't really care what people think about me for doing it. definitely agree that the look of perplexity on men's faces is very satisfying however." she let out a chuckle. @thefinalgxrl

[thefinalgxrl]

Sidney @ Janis - @itwcsmcroon

Sidney broke into an awkward little jog to catch up to the young woman in front of her, reaching out for her arm. “Hey, um, sorry--” She held up the item that she’d picked up off the ground, seeing it on the pavement in the girl’s wake. “Is this yours? I thought I saw you drop it.” She smiled awkwardly. Sidney supposed she’d always been an introvert of sorts, but she’d definitely retreated inward more so since the Woodsboro incident. In retrospect, she supposed this could belong to anybody, but it just seemed to make sense. Now she felt awkward and uncertain, holding up the item like an idiot. “Uh…sorry,” she added, with a little laugh. “If I’m just totally bothering you.” @itwcsmcroon

[itwcsmcroon]

being a freelance, part time makeup artist was a side gig that janis hadn't expected to start for herself or to enjoy doing as much as she did. it made sense, she'd always loved fucking around with makeup and color, even though her style was far different than the plastics back in high school. she was an artist afterall, and what was the face if not just another palette for colors and shapes? she'd just finished a gig and lugged her train case through the crowd, occasionally looking back to it to ensure the compartments were still locked shut. her shit wasn't cheap and she was forever a little paranoid that a compartment would open and she'd lose products even if she had no basis for that paranoia. when she was approached by another person, that was her first thought, but she didn't recognize the item in the other's hand, shaking her head. "nahh, you're cool. that's not mine though. hang on though, i got this.." she plucked the item from the other's hand and held it up over her own head, calling over the crowd loudly. "HEY YO... this belong to any of you?!" most heads turned towards her and then the item before one stepped forward with a hand raised and an 'oh yeah, that's mine'. janis gave a nod in the other woman's direction. "she found it." they turned and thanked the woman who'd found their property and headed off in the direction they'd been going in. "hey, good eye you go there, that thing was small, i probably never would have seen it laying on the ground myself." @thefinalgxrl

[forafcrtnight-deactivated202407]

"EW. MUST YOU REMIND ME OF THAT EVER FIVE SECONDS THAT WE SPEND IN EACH OTHER'S PRESENCE? i died. it was like.. the most traumatising moment of my life? for fifteen seconds, because cady decided that it would be cool to push me in front of a bus. that girl has like.. some serious RAGE issues that she needs to work on. meh. must be why the two of you were so close." she titled her head to the side, watching the other closely and wondering just how it was that she was spending time with her right now but not truly caring to ask that much. "their make-up is good.. for losers," she removed her compact from her pocket to check her lipstick and to reapply a bit more, before shrugging. simple as day? yes, she supposed that it was. of course that she looked absolutely gorgeous, because.. when did she not? "he-he. must be why i thought it'd be good for you. and don't call me dude. i'm not that weirdo kid that you usually like to hang around. ew." did she even know his name? dave something? probably something weird and lame like all of those other losers but it was hard to care that much about it or anything when her heard was swimming and she was a little bit dizzy and.. yes, there was that. "I SAID THAT? ... GUESS THAT CHECKS OUT. PROBABLY NEED ANOTHER GLASS." and so she did, picking up her champagne bottle, filling her glass again and finishing it all down in one sip. "which i probably will, but.. go on. i'm curious about what your weirdo little brain is going to come up with." @itwcsmcroon

[itwcsmcroon]

"pretty sure this is literally the first time that's come up since we first saw each other in this place, but... alright. i didn't realize it wasn't one of those things that... you kind of laugh about later yet. i'm sorry. i won't bring it up again." and janis actually meant her apology because... sure, she could see how someone could still be traumatized about that a few years after the fact. she didn't particularly like regina anymore... hadn't in years and probably never would again, but that didn't mean she wanted to trigger something that was clearly a traumatic memory for her still. "real talk before we move on from it though... and i'm asking with zero judgement or jokes and in all seriousness. have you considered talking to someone about it? like a therapist? i don't know, seems like it might be something that's still bothering you and talking it out with a pro might help. that and you know, the general rage issues that you also have." she arched a brow at the other when she said that shein's makeup was good only to let out a chuckle of relief when she finished. "for idiots is more like it." janis would sooner buy the fake makeup kits that were sold for little kids than buy anything that would go on her face from shein or... wish or that new one, temu or something. "nope. not interested in getting an allergic reaction from makeup of questionable quality just to save a buck or two. i'll stick with buying from sephora or directly from the brands' websites even. you are kind of a weirdo though. guess what though? all the coolest people are a little bit of a weirdo." she'd not found that word to be any more of an insult than regina found bitch to be one to herself. in fact, everything she'd been called she now wore proudly. even down to her insta username. "sure did. and go right ahead. as long as you'll be able to hold yourself still." it wouldn't be a big deal if not. janis had been able to do a damn good cut crease on fidgety people many a times. as she spoke, she started to work, taking a makeup wipe from her pack and gently removing any makeup that regina already had on. fortunately, regina didn't tend to use a lot of popping color and the job was easy and relatively quick. "hey, maybe you'll surprise yourself. you never know." really, janis had a new promotion palette a big name brand had sent her ahead of the launch that was mostly pinks and neutrals. two things janis... didn't love using. pink was her least favorite color, but she couldn't think of anyone better to try it out on. @lcvenderhcze

[forafcrtnight-deactivated202407]

"THINK THAT I AM GOING TO NEED AT LEAST THREE MORE GLASSES OF CHAMPAGNE FOR YOU TO BE.. TOLERABLE." regina clicked her tongue, bringing her glass to her lips, before finishing the rest of her drink. to deal with janis, she supposed that was precisely what she was going to need. regardless, it seemed as if she had already perhaps drank a little bit too much, because her head was getting confused and she was almost seeing two of janis, which was.. eh, a nightmare. by far. "wait, what am i doing here, anyways? and what are you doing with that.. shein version of a make-up set? ew. classic level of ja-lame." clearly, a mix of her name and lame. was she already that wasted? damn. @itwcsmcroon

[itwcsmcroon]

"considering i know from experience that you're actually kinda tolerable when you're fucked up, whether from booze or whatever meds the doctor put you on after you got hit by a bus, by all means... drink up. bitch." janis was already semi tipsy herself at this point, so the name at the end came out sounding more like a term of endearment than an actual insult. how this had even happened that janis was drinking with regina as if they were friends again like in middle school, janis... couldn't even remember. she did know that she wasn't drinking anymore at this point. she was tipsy, yes, but still in a hundred percent control of herself, her actions and her words. she didn't trust regina enough to push that limit. plus... it was probably safer if one of them was at least mostly sober. "ha, dude, i haven't bought anything off of shein since high school and even back then, i wouldn't risk pink eye from whatever cheap ass knock off makeup they probably sell on there." she visibly shuddered at the thought, because yes, it was clear that janis preferred different and funky clothes and jewelry she could find at thrift and vintage stores that she could make her own, but makeup? no, she didn't fuck around when it came to that. she'd graduated from the drugstore brands she'd stuck with in her youth for the higher end brands that she had followed for years simply because... she could now for... a couple of cool reasons and her collection was... extensive. "and we're here because you said i could do your makeup because i have an idea that I think even you might like, so... here." she found a pack of makeup wipes and pushed them over to her. "you can always take it back off when i'm done if you hate it." @lcvenderhcze

[itwcsmcroon]

❛ i forgive and forget. ❜ ( emily x janis ) @lastofoxes

"yeah, i'm definitely more of a forgive, but not forget kind of girl." janis had decided a few years ago that she wasn't going to waste time with resentment and revenge any longer in her life. she'd forgiven people like regina and cady long before graduation even, but that didn't mean she was going to just forget what happened. not if they pulled their bullshit again.

[moonglowmuses]

even prior to meeting frank, bill had done a lot of GARDENING. doing so helped him to clear his head while also enabling him to be self-sustaining in terms of his food resources. that morning, while he was tending to a patch, he noticed a person stopping to look at him and at what he was doing. "would you like some fresh CARROTS?" he suggested, shrugging after he had done so. "i have a hefty stash of them. i won't eat them all and i would hate to be WASTEFUL."

@itwcsmcroon

[itwcsmcroon]

seeing someone growing their own food wasn't a sight that one really saw in this... very industrial city. it was a sight that had made katniss pause, looking over the patches in curiosity. when the other noticed her, she made a point to cross over to the other. "sure, that sounds great," she agreed. she could add them to the stew she was considering making later or eat them raw. "thank you. would you like anything in return? i have a turkey i was planning on trying to sell to one of the butchers in the city, but we can trade." @moonglowmuses

[galindafication]

closed starter for @itwcsmcroon

"what do you do when you just... don't know what to do?" galinda asked, twirling her hair around her finger. "like, when you're bored. i dunno what to do, makes me even more bored."

[itwcsmcroon]

"to be frank, school and work keep me so busy, i've rarely had much time to get bored these days." myrcella said with a chuckle because... it was the honest truth. it wasn't all she did of course, she still set aside time for things like self care and spending time with her friends. "have you thought about taking up a hobby or a sport of some kind? that might be a good place to start?" @galindafication

[forafcrtnight-deactivated202407]

"NOT TO WORRY, MY LADY. I'M QUITE USED T IT. USUALLY, I AM WOKEN UP OR.. TAKEN INSIDE FOR SAFE KEEPING. i'm a small man, as you can see, so.. i don't usually take up that much space and people are kind enough to let me stay." tyrion shrugged, before looking over at the other and then returning his gaze to his drink, because.. there was something familiar about her and yet, he couldn't precisely tell what it was. he knew her and.. he didn't. right? "oh, more than interesting. i've lived and seen more than most people can say that they have." wasn't that the case for him? yes, i was and.. it always had been. "myrcella?" he froze, because.. no, it could not be. it could not be and yet, it seemed that it was. right? "that's.. an odd name. not so common. my niece was also named myrcella, but.. she died. many years ago." his niece had died. it could not be her. @itwcsmcroon

[itwcsmcroon]

"yeah? well that's good that there are still people out there that extend that kindness. people tend to be so distrusting towards one another that they forget to be kind or to look out for others. not that i can particularly blame them for being wary at the same time." she knew all too well how cruel life and others could be, after all. from experience as well as reports she'd read in her part time work at the law office. human beings could truly be awful. she shot the other a smile and nodded. "i knew it. i knew you had some interesting stories. by all means, tell me one of your many interesting stories then. i've heard many in my time in this city." and wasn't that the truth with so many people in london these days, each one with a more interesting story to tell than the last of their home. many of which that weren't even of this realm. she chuckled a little at the comment over her name. "yeah, my mum... had some interesting taste in her time and clearly a determination to give me a name that i'd never be able to find on a keychain. i'm sorry for your loss though. what happened? you don't... have to answer if it's not something you wish to speak of, of course." @lcvenderhcze

[forafcrtnight-deactivated202407]

TYRION didn’t know what to do. he was stuck here, yes, but.. it didn’t mean that he wanted to find a way out, like most people here did. after all, back at home.. he was nothing. he was tyrion lannister - half man, coward.. the man who supposed the mad queen and helped her burn down an entire city, innocent women and children included. in here, however, he was alright. no one knew who he was - except from a particularly short man who never seemed to fit in and despite a few dwarf jokes, no one even looked twice his way. this was what tyrion had wanted.. this was what he had always wanted - to be unknown, at least for a little bit. he was, of course, drunk -- as soon as he noticed someone's eyes on him. "what? the wine wasn't going to drink itself," just to make a point, he filled his glass up even more. "would you care to join me? i reckon i can save a little more for my new friend." @walstarterblog  

[itwcsmcroon]

myrcella knew she should be at home, getting a head start on her studying and the papers she'd have to write for the semester, however she needed a break. she needed a drink and to chat with another human that wasn't her roommate before she buried herself in her books again. going out to the london pubs wasn't something she did often considering law school kept her just as busy as it would keep anyone. this was a... once a month sort of thing for when she couldn't stand to be shut in any longer. as she finished her glass of wine, her eyes landed on a small man with a whole thing of wine to himself. he reminded her of... someone. when he caught her staring she shrugged, making her way over. "well, perhaps not, but maybe you should slow down a little bit or you'll pass out before you finish," she chuckled in a way that she hoped conveyed that she was teasing. "sure though, i'll join you. you strike me as someone who could have an interesting story to tell before he passes out from the drink." she pushed her mostly empty glass over towards him. "i'm myrcella, by the way." @lcvenderhcze

[thefinalgxrl]

Lucy Gray’s job had started out simple enough -- a singer hired to provide live music for the cafe’s patrons, strumming softly in the background. But that had never really been her style. Fortunately for her, the cafe owners found her charming, and they hadn’t minded when she branched out; and it probably didn’t hurt that she started driving up business. So much so, in fact, that they’d started hosting open mic nights four nights a week, including tonight, with her as the headliner. Lucy Gray incorporated Covey originals and new songs she’d discovered in this new place. “If he wants a fight, well, now he’s got one, and he ain’t seen me crazy yet -- ” She moved around the stage, fingers strumming at her guitar. “I’m gonna show him what little girls are made of, gunpowder and lead…” People were singing along, clapping rhythmically, swaying to the music. Lucy Gray moved toward the finish of the song, a broad grin on her face. “His fist is big but my gun’s bigger -- he’ll find out when I pull the trigger…” As she finished with a flourish, she basked in the applause; she spread her arms and bowed. “Thank you!” she called out. “We have some incredible performers here tonight, so please stick around! I’ve been Lucy Gray Baird, and I love y’all!” She blew them a kiss and put her guitar on its stand, leaping lightly from the stage. In the dimly lit cafe, she nearly bumped into someone standing nearby. “Oh, aren’t I just the clumsiest? Sorry about that. Those lights get in my eyes and mix me right up.” She beamed at them. “What did you think of the show?” @walstarterblog

[itwcsmcroon]

katniss didn't do the whole going out in public thing a lot... at all. not in this city that was far too overwhelming more often than not. she preferred hiding in the outskirts, in the wooded areas, away from the noise and the people. however, now and then on a night like tonight after a lesson with a particularly generous client, she found herself wanting to treat herself to a meal that she didn't have to capture and prepare herself. when she'd realized that there was live music in the cafe she'd chosen, she'd almost left and yet for some reason, she stayed. despite the fact that she knew that the music would draw a bigger, more rambunctious crowd. she hadn't planned on drinking, but now... she would have one or two in order to deal with the crowd. at least the act here was entertaining to listen to and watch, she'd say that. there was something familiar about.. some of the songs the singer had been singing. not all of them, but some of them. katniss had heard them before. was the other from... home? from panem? she didn't look familiar, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. when the other finished her set, katniss turned her attention back to her half eaten bangers and mash, taking another bite before she felt someone bump into her from the side. she glanced back up to see the singer, giving the other a faint smile and waving off her apology. "yeah, those lights... they'll get you." she remembered the first time she'd stepped onto the stage for her interview with caeser flickerman before the games and how the lights had blinded and completely disoriented her at first. the other seemed to love them though. "the show was good. you have a great voice." she acknowledged with a nod, contemplating before she asked what she'd been wondering all evening. "this might sound like an... odd question, but... are you by chance from panem?" @thefinalgxrl

[moonglowmuses]

"maybe what you are doing is hurting me. did you consider that?" haymitch was half-teasing but half-serious. "if you're going to be way out in the boonies, i'd love to visit you more. if you'll have me, of course." their relationship had always been unique. they tended to be two rocks hitting each other. it was peeta who had always been the soft one between them. "of course. the noise pollution is awful. the BARS though? those aren't half-bad. maybe you'll go with me to the tavern some time. the food is just as good as the DRINKS." even haymitch could acknowledge when his humor was too much. "effie has been worried about you, you know. I HAVE BEEN, TOO."

[itwcsmcroon]

"yeah, i can tell you're in a deep despair that i'm not around much to cause you more trouble than i'm worth." a hint of a smile on her lips as she rolled her eyes at him before nodding. "yeah, you're welcomed to join me. i'll keep an extra squirrel or a pigeon on hand for you in case you decide to drop in." there were more than enough of both of those in london it seemed. and plenty of options for... food she didn't have to hunt herself as well when she had a few extra... pounds. that... was the name for the currency here, right? "not surprised that that whole sobriety thing didn't last once we all got out of thirteen. you know they have resources here for... that sort of thing." not just for haymitch's alcoholism, but the traumas that they both had from the games and life in panem. not that katniss could blame him or anyone else for not wanting to rehash the past to some fancy doctor with a notepad to just spout out affirmations or whatever that didn't ultimately help. not when the idea wasn't one she even wanted to pursue. "effie's here." she nodded once at that news. "well. you don't... have to be. i'm alright." @moonglowmuses

[moonglowmuses]

"yeah. that became evident." it was a quality that he would have admired, had they not been pitted against each other as adversaries. "so... you're the BIG VICTOR, huh?" cato inquired with a lift of his brows. "what happened to LOVER BOY?" cato figured that he no longer had anything to lose. katniss everdeen was not a threat here. she had been, back in the arena, but she seemed harmless now. he owed her many apologies that he was contemplating giving now. however, he did not know how to start. he suspected that his apologies would mean nothing. "i am a changed man here. even as a GHOST, that is true." he didn't expect for the girl from twelve to believe him.

[itwcsmcroon]

to say she was on edge and had her guard up, that she didn't have a knife up her sleeve should this encounter take a turn, would have been an understatement. in both of her games, those from the career packs were not to be trusted. katniss would have been lying though, had she said that in those final moments in the game she hadn't seen a flicker of... humanity, a flicker of something in cato that made her realize that at the end of it all, the careers were just as much pawns in snow's games as the outlying districts. "no one's caught you up with what happened afterwards?" it was more a statement than a question. if he knew, he wouldn't have asked. "well, after i killed you, they went back on the rule change that would have allowed two victors if they came from the same district. peeta and i were going to both eat nightlock berries so they wouldn't have a victor, so they announced us both the victors. the story didn't just end there. what happened after is... sort of a long one." one she'd... delve into if he asked for more even if it wasn't a story she particularly wanted to delve into and relive. she searched his face at his claim of being a changed man, searching for any sign of falseness, simply nodding. time would tell if that was a truth. "we were all pawns in his game. didn't matter if we were from twelve or two. you've never been the real enemy. that's just what they wanted us to think so we'd kill each other for him." @moonglowmuses

[loomingdread]

“What could be worse than hummus?” (Janis & Tim)

"Guacamole hummus." he answered, without even having to give it much thought. "All the disappointment of hummus, with the dirt flavours of guacamole. But, without any of the freshness of pure guacamole." he shook his head. Never again. "The only good part about it? The words. Guacamole especially. What a good word." He looked over at the other and smiled gently. "You really hate it that much? What about asparagus? I think it's worse. Or, beetroot, pretty nasty."

@itwcsmcroon

[itwcsmcroon]

"ew, what the fuck? is that actually a thing?" who in their right mind would try and combine... those two items? janis just wanted to have a chat with them if that was something that actually existed. "see, i could tear up some chips and guac any day of the week, but who would think 'hey, you know what would really elevate this? some ground up chickpeas!'. gross." people were weird, that was for damn sure. "ehh, asparagus is like most vegetables. throw enough cheese, salt and pepper on it, it's not bad. definitely not my first choice though. i guess i'm also weird and have always kind of liked beets. i'll eat them straight out of a can." @springbandit

[buriedinthemidnightsoil]

"hard to look at me." loki repeated sighing and shaking his head. "so you're mad at me too. just like thor. what did i do to upset the two of you so badly?" he didn't understand what he could have done that thor wouldn't forgive him for. his brother had always forgiven him in the past. according to the sacred timeline they were even supposed to make up after new york. "that's not why i'm doing this. if this place says you're my daughter, than you're my daughter. it doesn't matter if we're biologically family or not. i'm not related to frigga but i still call her my mother. okay so you have a couple of names. what would you prefer to be called?" he felt a pang of jealousy at the mention of stark being her father. that jealousy was quickly replaced by anger at her next words. "he did what?! that's it i'm ripping that stupid device out of his chest." @itwcsmcroon

[itwcsmcroon]

"i don't know about thor, but i'm not mad at you. that's not what i meant." because it wasn't his fault he wasn't... her dad, loki, anymore. "i'm mad at... whoever it was that made you forget or... switch to another variant. around here, that tends to mean someone murdered the person they were before. seeing you... right now, it's just a reminder of that." that kang or... someone else had gotten to him. however, morgan's money was on kang. that was a problem she had every intention of fixing. sooner rather than later. despite what little she remembered of the stories she'd heard about loki throughout her childhood, she did know that he was... a wild card. she never would have thought that continuing this family dynamic they'd had would be something he'd want. that it would be his idea. she gave a small smile and nodded. "then... alright. yeah, i... still want to consider you my dad. morgan. just morgan is fine. i haven't felt like madelyn in awhile." madelyn stewart was originally a false identity from a completely different life that she barely remembered yet anyway and then a false one here where the only real thing from it... was standing in front of her. at least it had given her family. even in an unlikely place. she shrugged her shoulders. "he doesn't even remember it because i guess he got in a fight with your variant and forgot anything that happened here. not saying don't go after him, but also not saying not to. don't really care what happens to him at this point." @bejcwcled

[moonglowmuses]

"my story is a long one, i'm gonna warn you about that." most of the time, cato could not talk about himself ENOUGH. he'd been arrogant and self-centered. he still was, he supposed, but new qualities of his were blossoming every hour. he was more empathetic than he'd once thought that he was. "i'd rather hear about YOU, if you don't mind?" it was a way to get out of his own mind, and he needed that right now. he needed it desperately. "tell me about YOURSELF."

@itwcsmcroon

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"well, i'm pretty sure we've got plenty of time since i'm pretty sure we're not goiing home anytime soon. if you ever want to tell it." peter wasn't one to push someone else to share something they didn't feel up to sharing yet, of course. particularly someone he'd only recently met. "me? oh, i'm... no one particularly interesting." he chuckled a little at that with a shrug because that couldn't have been further from the truth. "grew up in queens, new york, always been... kind of what most people would call... a nerd." @moonglowmuses