Misplaced Lens Cap
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@kineticplay
#𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙔 — a private and selective original character. low-activity. triggering content and mature themes will be present and tagged, but tread with caution. powered by tess ( 21+, she/her ).
important links : docs . interest tracker . credit : somresources & jaynedits ( psds ) . haderph ( icons ) .
what is your character arc ? / corruption arc
so. you got worse. and i'm not entirely sure i can blame you for it. maybe it was in you all along, hidden and waiting, or maybe someone planted it in you and watched it grow. either way, it's there now and you hold it in your fist like a second heart - this blood, this hunger, this thrill of having teeth and using them. perhaps you are right to. you are a mirror for the hardness of the world, and a mirror that we could all stand to look in more often. it's hard to watch the bleeding bring about more blood, but it is undeniable that you are very good at wounding.
tagged by : stolen from @wolvyn (hahaha) tagging : you!!
𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘈𝘛 𝘠𝘖𝘜, 𝘕𝘖𝘞 𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘈𝘛 𝘔𝘌, 𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙔𝙊𝙐 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 ?? — a fandomless original character a.k.a. an examination of fame, greed, and paranoia. independent and selective, powered by tess. (insp.)
doesn’t like being called pooly .
❝ 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐖 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐉𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐒 , 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍 - ❞ words died on the tip of his tongue , arms crossed over chest , chin raised with masked eyes narrowed . ❝ it’s no fun when weird names are used on ME . My name’s DEADPOOL . Not Deathpool , not Deathstroke or Deadshot , 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙿𝙾𝙾𝙻𝚈 . 𝙳𝙴𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚃𝙴𝙻𝚈 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙿𝙾𝙾𝙻𝚈 . ❞ a shake of his head now . ‘ there was no need to be so rude to us - that hurts . ‘ ❝ just because YOU have no sense of humour doesn’t mean that my jokes aren’t funny , asshole . ❞
fighting every urge to not roll his eyes... — wait. there they go. sorry, he can’t help it. “ i have a sense of humour, okay? ” he shakes his head, both at the other and at himself (out of disbelief that the best retort he could come with is childish denial). “ look, if we want to work together, we need to put aside our differences. that includes... not making fun of each others’ names. if i promise not to call you pooly, will you stop making jokes about my old name and call me jet instead? ” what’s so hard about his name that people just can’t let go of his codename?
wanda maximoff .
HE ALWAYS SEEMED TO HAVE THE ENERGY TO GO. her hand slipped into his and squeezed it and rose to her feet. eyes looked down at him, giving his palm a squeeze ❝ are you going to let me get ready first? ❞ she asked as she bent her knee to rest it against the couch he sat on. IT WAS ALWAYS SO TEMPTING TO FALL INTO HIM. despite the walls, his eyes made it tricky. ❝ i can’t go out in these jeans. these are inside jeans. ❞
“ you already look beautiful. ” his answer slips out a little too fast. perhaps, he should’ve given it a bit more buffer — too minimise the risk of sounding too eager. quick, quick! say something to make it less awkward. “ just saying your inside jeans look nice already, it’d be a shame if they only see use at home. ” does that sound better? maybe not. and even if he tries to convince her such, she’ll get her way. he always gives into her. he sighs. might as well cut through the dance. “ alright, you win. don’t take too long, okay? — not if we want to make dinner. ”
freddie dawson .
“ i’m not staring ”, she said, staring. though it could hardly be ascribed to rudeness, honestly —— if you wanna blame her for anything, blame her for an excess of caution. [ maybe just a tad bit genuine interest, too, ‘cause she’s starting to see it —— that he’s not exactly, one hundred percent like the others, or at least her idea of the others ]. “ i’m keeping an eye on you. there’s a DIFFERENCE. ” well, semantics aren’t exactly her forte, but she won’t make an apology: the way she sees it, he should be grateful she even lets him hang around the bar, still. yet — the faintest trace of amusement touches her smirk next. “ i’m just trying to figure out how creatively you’re gonna screw up my life in the near future, really. i’d just like to be prepared ”.
“ and that’s supposed to make me feel better? ” a snort followed by a scoff. “ i’m actually scared that ‘keeping an eye on you’ might involve stalking. ” but, for some odd reason, he appreciates her apprehensiveness in a way that a lot of people lately have been too trusting. people could stand to be more vigilant. their naivety and hopefulness — while endearing at times — can border on slightly suffocating. placing all of their trust and safety on supes? don’t they know some supes are unreliable? “ relax. i’m not gonna screw up your future. i don’t do that unless you give me a reason to. so, stop staring, before i start plotting your demise. ” he tilts his head back as he finishes his drink. “ the people you should be paying attention are your patrons, especially the drunker ones. ”
am alive !!!
evelyn cohen .
cool derision flares her nostrils , flicks at the arch of her brow . evelyn can see no benefit to pretense / absolutely nothing to gain from treating this arrangement as anything other than what it is : a temporary inconvenience . but jet sommer has made a career of being a liar , from stage audiences to staged heroics , so perhaps it’s only natural that he should find comfort in the pretend [ what a waste ] . only she is not here to provide comfort , & the sound of his chuckle is enough to stir the ire deep in her belly . ❝ i don’t find you worth the effort . ❞
“ not gonna lie, that hurts, ” he clicks his tongue. “ here i am making the effort when you don’t even bother, but — sure, we’ll have a fun time during the mission. being at each other’s throats just adds another level of excitement, doesn’t it? ” yet, despite their antagonism, they make a good team. good in the sense that they are efficient in getting the job done. their powers, in contrast to their dynamic, oddly compatible. their intellect, strong. there’s no denying that both of them are professionals who are willing to tolerate each other for the sake of work. “ so where are we off to first? ‘cause i may or may not have heard some rumblings at a bar downtown. ”
“ alright, pooly. ” fine. jet sommer is a hypocrite. maybe his retaliation is as childish as the other’s name-calling. still, jet attempts to play it cool, pretend as if the nickname hadn’t bothered him. but he couldn’t help slightly grimacing. a small warning — “ enough with the boom boom jokes. ” that’s always been a touchy subject for him. a codename thrusted upon him courtesy of his parents and their desire to make a marketable hero. no attempt he’s done in shedding off that name has worked (doesn’t help that he might be slightly guilty of capitalising on it when money is tight). “ your jokes aren’t funny, anyway. ”
@douchepool / s.c.
“ look not everyone got a PhD. ” god, he hates not being the smartest in the room. blame it on his ego. his only comfort is that a random person wouldn’t come up to you on the streets and start questioning you about this whole mumbo-jumbo. on the bright side, he could walk away from this knowing more about astrophysics — then he could be that annoying random person. “ so, could you speak slower or ... i don’t know? speak to me like i’m five? ”
@euphoriabled (darcy lewis!) / s.c.
shrek .
‘those’re some pretty fancy powers y’got there, pal,’ large hands land at his waist. ‘please tell me yer not one’a those magic fairytale folk. i can’t deal with all that again,’ @kineticplay.
his emotion is a mixture of amusement and confusion. “ don’t worry. i ain’t one of ‘em, ” questions are on the tip of his tongue. he shoves his hands into his pockets. “ what? you got bad experiences with them? ”
whoop. hey y’all. i’ve been doing some volunteer work hence my inactivity. hopefully, i’ll be able to write here soon!!!
he should’ve expected no less. freddie dawson hates him and there’s nothing he can do in this world to change that. besides, screw it, he doesn’t need others’ validation. (his image, on the other hand, that’s what matters.) still, having a tiny woman glare at you — staring daggers without so much as a reason — is uncomfortable under any circumstances. “ could you stop staring at me like i murdered someone? ” he has a feeling the word ‘yet’ is on the tip of her tongue. he’ll make no effort to correct her, because he knows her stubbornness will impact her ability to reason.
@stfreds / s.c.
𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃 & 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 (a series of nonverbal prompts . ‘ my ’ muse belongs to the one who posted the meme - send “ + REVERSE ” to reverse the prompts .)
→ 𝐈 . GENERAL
❛ hush . raise a finger in a gesture to silence my muse . ❛ sit . gesture for my muse to sit down . ❛ door . hold a door open for my muse . ❛ tap . tap my muse on the shoulder to garner their attention . ❛ hunger . give my muse something to eat / drink . ❛ cook . present my muse with home - cooked food . ❛ brush . work a brush / comb through my muse’s hair . ❛ read . silently read a book alongside my muse . ❛ hand . hold out a hand for my muse to take . ❛ dressed . help my muse put on an article of clothing . ❛ note . give my muse a note saying : [ content ] . ❛ amplify . turn up the music in the car .
→ 𝐈𝐈 . ANGST
❛ patch . help my muse patch up a wound . ❛ night terrors . hold my muse after they wake up from a nightmare . ❛ company . silently sit with my muse to comfort them. ❛ hospital . my muse is told that yours is in the hospital . ❛ revelation . show my muse evidence of a lie they told . ❛ indulge . find my muse drinking to cope . ❛ downfall . find my muse collapsed on the ground . ❛ console . comfort my muse as they cry . ❛ nurse . give my muse company in the hospital .
→ 𝐈𝐈𝐈 . AFFECTIONATE
❛ wink . wink at my muse . ❛ wrap . wrap an arm around my muse’s [ shoulders / waist ] . ❛ caress . gently caress my muse’s face . ❛ tousle . mess playfully with my muse’s hair . ❛ chest . place your head on my muse’s chest . ❛ comb . comb fingers through my muse’s hair . ❛ grasp . run to my muse & jump into their arms . ❛ lean . lean on my muse’s shoulder . ❛ tender . kiss my muse on the [ forehead / cheek / nose ] . ❛ abrupt . kiss my muse out of the blue . ❛ chaste . chastely kiss my muse . ❛ good morning . kiss my muse the morning after . ❛ volumes . gaze at my muse in a way that silently says ‘i love you’ .
→ 𝐈𝐕 . VIOLENT
❛ strike . [ slap / punch ] my muse in the face . ❛ gun . wield a gun at my muse . ❛ twist . twist my muse’s arm behind their back . ❛ throttle . aggressively wrap your hands around my muse’s throat . ❛ parch . burn my muse with a hot object . ❛ take down . forcefully bring my muse to the ground . ❛ gouge . wield a sharp object at my muse . ❛ shunt . shove my muse backwards . ❛ stickup . yell at my muse to put their hands in the air. ❛ shoot . [ fatally / non-fatally ] shoot my muse . ❛ stab . stab my muse with a [ knife / other object ].
wanda maximoff .
THEY HAD LEARNED HOW TO BE COMFORTABLE. wanda was sunk into a lavish red chair, curled up with a book in her lap with her fingers in her messy black hair. when the script was dramatically thrown, wanda jumped to look at him. ❝ are you completely positive? i refuse to listen to you complain about negative feedback. ❞ as she spoke, she pulled off a pair of readers and placed them on top of her head.
a whine escapes his lips, like a stubborn puppy refuting its owner’s scolding. yet, his answer is resolute. “ positive. ” he’s acted this for almost two decades; being in front of the camera is practically second nature. and if all goes wrong, he’ll improvise something on the spot. simple. “ i process criticism well, so i won’t complain. i swear. ” he pulls her to her feet — “ c’mon, let’s go. ” — as if he’s mere moments from whisking her away. “ before they close. then, we can go to this new speakeasy i heard of. ”
there’s something inhumane about what he’s doing — and it’s quite telling when his broken moral compass is telling him such. his inner conscience is begging him to stay out, but his inner greed tells him what he’s going to do is no worse than what he’s done. what’s it gonna be, jet? “ you like it out here? ” he asks. “ it’s been a while since you got out. you good? ”
@wxrldkiller / s.c.
he wonders what kind of reputation he possess around the esteemed ‘x-mansion’... especially considering the fact that his parents — well — lied about him being a mutant. (hell, it’s completely possible that they saw right through the ruse. their mentor is a telepath, after all.) “ so, ” he begins; never one for teams, he feels the slightest bit silly asking the question. “ have you guys ever considered me for the x-men? ”
@euphoriabled (kitty pryde!) / s.c.
