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#𝑷𝑼𝑹𝑹𝑮𝑳𝑨𝑹𝒀 ; 𝐈'𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌, 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐌𝐄 ! private, independent, highly selective felicia hardy / 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐀𝐓 of marvel comics & games. nsfw themes present. minors and personals DNI. written by 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡. [ 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ] ✧ [ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] ✧ [ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐎 ]
a study in: : 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒, crime & punishment, the thrill of the chase, 𝙗𝙖𝙙 𝙡𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨, playing hard to get, and getting what you want by any means necessary.
all graphics made by @/hyruleshop !
I see no reason why I can’t be both the love interest and the antagonist
her connecting flight wouldn't leave until sunrise, which meant eight hours in gotham city. felicia had heard the stories of gotham. every thief had, of course. a city run by crime families, haunted by psychopaths, and cursed by an asylum with an open-door policy. if she was being honest, gotham seemed a little more trouble than it was worth. still, there was always something worth stealing in a city like this. felicia knew money had a funny way of congregating wherever old families built old fortunes. every city has families like these. gotham has wayne, kane, elliot - the names that carry weight in boardrooms, newspapers, and political campaigns. these dynasties reached far beyond gotham's skyline. of course, their wealth trickled down into museums, private collections, and heavily insured vaults. which meant only one thing to the cat burglar: opportunity. and with eight hours to spare, the least she could do was stretch her legs , right ?
an emerald necklace rests alone beneath a glass display, the stone reflecting the warm museum light with shades of green across the feline's face. beautiful, and definitely worth the layover. with sensors deactivated, the glass surrenders with ease against the cat's prying, and moments later, the emerald necklace is within her claws. the cat takes a moment to admire her handy work, lifting the necklace into the light just right to see the deep-green rippling through the stone like fire. just as she begins to lower it into her bag, something fast hisses through the air. a crossbolt flashes between the tips of her claws, jerking the necklace from between her fingertips with precision before burying itself deep into the wall, pinning the necklace in place. the feline doesn't flinch, instead she turns as her eyes follow the bolt to its source: the skylight she had used for entry.
perched on the edge of the skylight, a silhouette stood against the gotham sky, crossbow already leveled for another shot. a thin brow rises, “ careful, ” she warns dryly, eyes drifting back to the necklace swaying gently off the crossbolt, and then back to the caped figure above, “ ─one-of-a-kind. ” she tilts her head innocently, “ ─would hate for it to end up in the wrong hands. ”
@helraising ❤'d to play with the cat !
Felicia Hardy🐈⬛
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──super sneaky starter call !
@spidroins purred: what are you really doing here?
wilson fisk's guards had nearly spotted them moments ago, and diving into the nearest maintenance closet had left them in very close quarters. black cat was backed up against cold metal shelving, practically chest-to-chest with the webslinger. around them, shelves lined the walls with spare wiring, dusty binders, and electrical panels humming softly in the dark. only the sounds of them trying to catch their breath filled the silence as the pounding of footsteps and flashlight beams cut beneath the door. the thief held perfectly still, a smile threatening to pull her lips w i d e. this. this was why she did it. not the jewels, not the money. . . well okay, maybe the money, but it was also the impossible razor-thin edge between success and disaster, life and death. where every moment in the whole world is narrowed to movement, timing, and nerve. . .
another flashlight beam, and the cat watches as the wallcrawler instinctively moves closer, his hand bracing against the wall beside her head to shield her from sight. even when he's annoyed with her, he's protecting her, and she can't help the small smile that creeps onto her face. she was close enough to feel the warmth radiating from his suit, could almost feel the disapproving look behind those narrowed white lenses. ❝ ─think they'll let us walk through the front door ? ❞ a half-joke whispered dryly, an attempt to downplay how complicated this mission just became now that the guards were searching for them, but the spider doesn't bite.
❝ what are you really doing here ? ❞
she had been waiting for that question since they made it through fisk's r&d department, but truthfully, she wasn't expecting him to send his personal army after them for glancing at some files. just wait til fisk finds out how much they're worth, but by the time he does, she'll be on a boat off the coast of italy. cat takes a moment to build the lie on her tongue, but when nothing comes, she decides to pivot her approach to something she knows works. the feline angles her head, nose bumping against his own ever so, voice low and hushed, ❝ so maybe. . . ❞ she admits as her hands begin to wander, slowly ghosting claws up the contours of his torso and chest to hook around his neck, ❝ ─maybe. . . i exaggerated a tiny detail. . . ❞ almost naturally, her body presses softly against his, ❝ ...in my defense. . . i didn't know any better. ❞ she's being cheeky and she knows it, and all but hoping its enough to dodge the question. ❝ who knew wilson fisk was this possessive ? ❞
john wick // accepting !
finally getting around to making some icons from insomniac's spiderman game and idk why i didn't do this sooner for live-action. these are pretty.
@dxrkeyes purred: " ...Naw I can' be stealin' from you chère, but I come visit leastways. 'Less you wanna trade? Got an uncut diamond wit'cho name on it."
it was a successful night. the police sirens had already peeled away in the opposite direction, and she had managed to escape with the blue regency sapphire from oscorp's charity event fundraiser. black cat slips unseen into one of her safehouses stashed around the southside of the city. she had converted the back office into her workspace, stripped down to utility and habit. scattered around the place were lock cylinders in various stages of disassembly, empty food take-out, and enough emergency passports, international currency, and climbing gear to disappear before sunrise. it wasn't her penthouse, but it'd do.
the sapphire that earned her the nypd manhunt sat in her palm now, catching the low light as she leaned over a workbench. a smear of soot clung stubbornly to the diamond setting, refusing to give way no matter how gently the thief worked the cloth with her hands . . .
click.
the sound was almost imperceptible, but for felicia, it was unmistakable. click. the cat burglar doesn't move, doesn't look up, just listens as the outer lock to her hideout completes its final turn. how interesting. there was maybe six people alive capable of opening that lock without triggering the secondary catches, and only one clever enough to track her down. the feline's mouth curves slightly, almost fond, as the secret entrance to her safehouse eases open, and the familiar silhouette of the cajun saunters through. she keeps her attention to the sapphire, ❝ ─if you're here for a souvenir, labeau, this one already has a buyer. ❞
❝ ...Naw I can' be stealin' from you chère, but I come visit leastways. 'Less you wanna trade? Got an uncut diamond wit'cho name on it. ❞
at the offer of a diamond, felicia finally looks up from the workbench and turns toward the other thief, her eyes drifting to the stone he pulls from his coat. the diamond was large, clean, and had excellent clarity, even without polishing. surely it was worth a low six figures, enough to disappear for a bit. her smile widens more and she rises from the workbench and strays closer to him to get a better look.
❝ y'know, it is pretty. . . ❞ she drawls, a brow arching, ❝ ---almost pretty enough to forgive you for picking that lock, ❞ her eyes lift from the diamond to meet his, and simmer with challenge, ❝ . . .almost. ❞ cat turns then and claws pluck a half-empty bottle of whiskey off a nearby shelf, offering it to him by the bottles neck. it was a silent peace offering. . . or maybe he had earned himself a drink for successfully breaking in. she finds a seat nearby on a dusty sheet covered couch, reclining cooly, ❝ ─you don't normally make house calls. don't tell me the guild needs me. ❞
@spidroins purred: " i'll have to get back to you. "
blink and you may miss the satisfied curve of matte black lips, almost delighted, as the museum fell into misfortune around them. sure, she was expecting an easy job, but nothing in this town ever was with the spider involved. the cat would have to leave this escape up to luck. as if on cue, red emergency lights flood the main museum exhibit hall as overhead sirens scream awake. something heavy shifts in the rafters above the exhibits, and then suddenly, an oscorp security drone drops from the ceiling with a mechanical stutter. the drone attempts a routine security sweep before sputtering with malfunction, immediately veering off course and slamming into a sprinkler main, busting a pipe. water begins to spew across the ceiling in a sheet, raining down over the museum exhibits, electrical systems, and marbled floor. the cat burglar doesn't move from her dry perch, doesn't smooth the arrogance from her features, and even allows a low hum of appreciation to settle behind her devilish grin, savoring the unruly mess she's made. that pesky bad luck, afterall.
❝ you really know how to bring out the best in me, spider~ ❞ the thief muses to herself dryly, her steel-tipped claws tucking the artifact she came here for away nice and safe in her bag. ❝ this was fun-- we'll have to do it again sometime. ❞ for only a moment, black cat lingers, watching her favorite spider thwip away to correct the chaos without a second thought, always the hero. with the prize stowed away and every eye focused elsewhere, the thief slips into the shadows, leaving the webslinger alone to clean up her mess. and like that, she was gone.
john wick // accepting !
hey babes! life forced a very sudden (and extended) break but i'm back and completing everything I owe! I have a few goodies queued up but and a starter call is comin', so don't be a stranger. ;)
✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ MORBID CURIOSITY ... [ REMASTERED ] ( a collection of various original dialogue prompts centered around asking questions. adjust phrasing / gendered terms as necessary. )
give that to me! where did you find this?!
do you drink coffee or tea?
sorry– am i crazy, or have we met before?
do you trust me enough to close your eyes?
when were you planning on telling me?
at the risk of being a cliché, do you want to get out of here?
can i convince you to stay the night?
do i look like someone who knows what that means?
would you consider giving me a second chance?
do you really think that's helpful right now?
would you mind showing me around?
do you ever plan on forgiving yourself?
are you thinking what i'm thinking?
can we ... go out and do something crazy?
why are we whispering?
who exactly are you, anyways?
can't we just be civil for a minute?
does the past ever keep you up at night?
if you have nothing to hide, what's the problem?
how long has it been since i saw you last, [ name ]?
did the power just go out?
are we still doing the thing where we pretend not to care?
how should we celebrate?
can we just ... start over?
why is this so important to you?
how was i supposed to know that?!
do you want me to stay? it doesn't have to mean anything.
where are you? nobody's heard from you.
can you help me zip this up?
why do these things always happen to me?
you don't secretly hate me, right?
can i get you something to eat? –or drink?
ready to see what i've been working on?
where have you been disappearing off to?
what's that perfume you're wearing?
you're laughing?! do you really think this is funny?
are you planning to stay for dinner?
did you think it was going to be easy?
you see where you went wrong, don't you?
when did we become so cold and distant?
who are you working for?
did you really do all of this for me?
can i open my eyes yet?
haven't you heard the stories?
[ name ], what are you doing here?
what's it gonna take for you to trust me?
do you believe people can change?
how about we catch the ten o'clock showing?
don't you remember what happened last time?
why is it so unbelievable that i'd want to help you?
you're [ name ], aren't you?
who did this to you?!
how did you know i'd be here?
what's that supposed to mean?
do you think i'm irredeemable?
what kind of mess have you gotten us into?!
do you see anything you like?
what do i owe you for the food?
why won't this stupid thing work?!
does tonight really have to end?
holy shit. can you believe we really pulled that off?!
i can tell you're upset, [ name ]. what happened?
how long have you been standing there?
do you ever wish you could just ... run away?
haven't we been here before?
wait, shush ... did you hear that?
did i miss today's newsletter or something?
can we put our differences aside for a second?
what are you getting out of this, exactly?
you'd tell me if something was wrong, right?
are you willing to bet on it?
would you kill for me?
what made you think that was okay?!
do you believe people can change?
what's the worst thing you've ever done?
you were going to leave without saying goodbye?
[ name ], can you sit up for me?
can i kiss you?
where are your keys? you're not driving like this.
how's life been treating you?
where have you been?!
aren't we supposed to be alone tonight?
aw, has someone had a little too much to drink?
where are you going with this?
are we really doing this right now?
have you eaten today?
can i crash here for the night?
how did you learn to lie so well?
can i at least buy you a drink?
where should i meet you?
is that ... blood?!
are you trying to make me jealous right now?
what’s your problem? you're acting weird.
[ name ], you're ... real, right?
where’s your sense of adventure?
do you like horror movies?
what are you trying to prove?
can you give me a ride?
do you have any idea what you've done?
shouldn't you answer that?
why should i be the one to calm down?
have you been up all night?
why are you lying to me?
is that my [ jacket / hoodie / shirt ]?
what are you so afraid of?
do you want to grow old with me?
you’re gonna walk away from this?
are you nervous? your hands are shaking.
where am i supposed to go?
how many fingers am i holding up?
you want me to just walk away from this?
[ name ], slow down– what's wrong?!
are you embarrassed of me?
what's that smell? something's burning.
how can i make it up to you?
why can't you stay out of it?
is this some kind of trick?
come on, what do you have to lose?
do you ever still think of me?
idiot. why didn't you tell me?!
can we stop and think about this rationally?
how long has it been since you’ve slept?
what's your ideal first date?
are you ready to tell me the truth?
i almost died, and you're laughing?
what do you mean, "sort of"?
can we just stay like this forever?
when can i see you again?
can we put this behind us?
oh ... you thought of me first?
where did you learn to do that?
oh my god, are you bleeding?!
where are you? nobody’s heard from you.
[ name ], are you drunk?
how can i make this go away?
someone's jumpy today. are you feeling okay?
are we safe here?
what can i do to convince you?
what could possibly go wrong?
you have no idea who i am, do you?
how do you really feel about me?
why can't you look me in the eyes?
did you know you talk in your sleep?
were you following me?
can we just pretend this never happened?
are you just barely getting home?
are you even listening to me right now?!
where does it hurt? can you show me?
are you trying to get yourself killed?!
how about we just forget the world exists?
how long have you been keeping this from me?
were you ever going to tell me?
what do you make of this?
[ name ], what the hell?!
can we just be honest with each other, here?
are you trying to keep me a secret?
why does your story keep changing?
how long have you known?
it can't be that bad, right?
are you happy? i mean, really happy?
isn't this place amazing?
did i interrupt something?
how am i supposed to trust you?
are they still following us?
are you fucking serious?
do you remember our first kiss?
can we take a break for a minute?
how about we disappear for awhile?
you're going to walk away from this?
can you please just cut the crap?!
why didn't you tell me you were hurt?
how can i make this go away?
can you just look at me, please?
is there anything i can do to change your mind?
do you ever stop talking?
that depends. are you done lying to me?
are you sure this is legal?
how do you take your coffee?
can you keep your voice down?
why does your phone keep buzzing?
* JOHN WICK FRANCHISE PROMPTS ,
i'll kill them, i'll kill them all.
where the fuck are you?
i lost everything.
if you cut a king, you better cut him to the quick.
consider this a professional courtesy.
i gotta say, i'm a pretty big fan.
i apologize for calling you at this hour.
nothing's ever just a conversation with you.
it's seems to be fate, or happenstance, or just bad fucking luck caused our paths to cross once again.
i know what you're thinking.
do i look civilized to you?
they know you're coming.
you may never return home.
do you think you can scare me into opening this gate?
are you scared of the fucking boogeyman?
you don't want me owing you.
are you sure a protracted war is the best way forward?
you look terrible.
this haven is safe no more.
you look as bad as i feel.
they sure as fuck broke the mold with you.
why do you want to live?
let us not resort to our baser instincts and handle this like civilized men to move on.
i need something robust, precise.
it's been a while, my condolences, how're you holding up?
do you really wanna die here?
i'll have to get back to you.
everything's got a price.
i heard about your wife, and i'm sorry.
how do you feel? 'cause i am really pissed off.
a man can stay here a long time and never eat the same meal twice.
it's okay, let's go home.
this kingdom is mine and mine alone.
are you here on business?
people keep asking if i'm back and i haven't really had an answer.
i say the odds are about even.
why don't you take the night off?
i was just sorting some stuff out.
have you thought this through?
my god! how long has it been?
you came to me, i helped you; if you don't do this, you know the consequences.
after this, we are less than even.
i'm not that guy anymore.
i'm retired.
i can't help you, i'm sorry.
there's no rhyme or reason to this life, it's days like today scattered among the rest.
you look good, and here i'd feared you'd left all this behind.
that was a pretty good fight, huh?
you want a war?
i once saw him kill three men in a bar with a pencil, with a fucking pencil.
so tell me, how was life on the other side?
to what do we owe the pleasure?
a gift from the boogeyman, perfect for every occasion.
seven million dollars is a lot of money.
i try to dissuade them from these childish notions, but as you know, art is pain: life is suffering.
i'm not telling you shit!
if you want peace, prepare for war.
everything all right?
well, i wouldn't recommend that you eat one.
do you need anything for the pain?
what are you really doing here?
people don't change, you know that; times, they do.
i heard you struck my son.
are we negotiating?
he was the one you sent to kill the fucking boogeyman.
now, as i recall, weren't you the one tasked to dole out the beatings, not to receive them?
are services still off limit to me?
you had your chance.
i thought i'd let myself in.
you have nothing, vengeance is all you have left.
i can make this right.
we can keep this up as long as you'd like, but it only ends one way.
my apologies. i was dealing with an uninvited guest.
your stitches'll tear and you'll bleed, but you'll have full function.
do you expect him to make it out?
we're not going in like the old days, just a conversation.
if you still have business to attend to, take two of these beforehand.
if you're looking to heal, then keep it marginal.
can't say i blame him, i would've done the same thing if i was in his shoes.
that's unwise, i assure you.
in that moment, i received some semblance of hope.
don't worry about me, i just gotta catch my breath.
you still need something, someone to love, so start with this.
you dip so much as a pinky back into this pond, you may well find something reaches out and drags you back into its depths.
you, uh, working again?
sometimes you gotta cut a motherfucker.
fuck management.
an eye for an eye, you know how it goes.
so what sort of movement am i looking at?
i'm sorry I can't be there for you.
you're not very good at retiring.
oh, and remember, you owe me.
you stabbed the devil in the back and forced him back into the life that he had just left.
it's not what you did that angers me so, it's who you did it to.
you've broken the rules.
could you recommend anything for the end of the night?
i am all seeing, and i am all knowing.
treat all your ladies like this?
under the table is where shit gets done.
the bodies he buried that day laid the foundation of what we are now.
starter for @webheadedhero
lucky for her, wilson fisks' cyber security was about as good as his actual security, who lay slumped and unconscious on the floor, just out of view from the nearest security camera. she had to work fast. the thief had minutes, if that, until the next guard started patrol of this suite, and she had even less than that before her sleepy little friend here came - to. once the download was complete, sharp claws pluck the flash-drive from fisks' computer and tuck it away nice and safe between the folds of her leather suit. there.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐂𝐀𝐓 turns, and spares the unconscious guard a final glance. he was still out cold, but still breathing. good. a satisfied little purr hums deep in her throat, as an entirely self-congratulatory smile reveals teeth. pleasure doing business, big guy.
then, she's gone, out the window she came with no triggered alarms, like nothing had ever happened. from the roof, she could see all of new york, the cool air nipping at what little exposed skin she had. the thief readies a grappling line and aims to the nearest rooftop, yet before she can jump off the penthouse tower, she stops. there's a shape, a silhouette perched just a little too casually against the skyline. red, blue, and. . . watching. black lips curl before she even fully looks at him.
❝ enjoying the view, spider ? ❞ she purrs with a low hum, turning to face the hero slowly, fully now, her steel - tipped claws catching the moonlight just right, before resting on her curve of hip, ❝ --take it in while you can. it's the closest to catching me you'll be all night~. ❞
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BLACK CAT Marvel Rivals | Season 7: The Hunt Is On
apologies for the delay, loves. i caught the flu and it took me down for a couple of weeks. we will now be returning to your regularly scheduled thieving, conning, and heartbreaking -- starting with those inbox memes.
