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them: are u wearing lipgloss me: ya them: but ur in ur pyjamas me: ya :)
(me, sitting on the floor and reading to my dogs) This is a very Missy thing.
I’m lying around and thinking about how internalized biphobia keeps Missy from pursuing more than strictly physical relationships with women. \:
HOWEVER, I do have this entire hypothetical situation in which Missy has a daughter, Esther “Star” Vargas, and it is the most Wholesome timeline.
If you define Wholesome as “the most challenging and trying thing my character can go through because this entire situation completely works against who they are and forces them to change in ways they had not anticipated, but ultimately grow from in a good way.”
2:30am thoughts!
I have a meta post I wrote about Missy and relationships that I drafted forever ago because I felt the subject material was a bit too Yikes and I still kind of do BUT I’m not mad at myself for it because I’m still sprucing up odds and ends about Missy.
I can see her being content with being alone. She probably spends some years wrestling with herself over it and saying it’s the Trauma(TM) telling her alone is better, but ultimately??? In my “Neutral Story Route” with zero divergent paths taken??? She’d like it.
Relationships for her had always been tools or a means to an end. Then the last one she was in had been a bear trap and she wasn’t going to bite off her own leg to escape.
THIS ISN’T TO SAY I HAVE ZERO INTEREST IN shipping her anywhere, tho. I’m actually super open to the idea so long as the universe is prepared for the 200 proxies she has.
💪
There was a long drive to be made and no one wanting to make it. They stood there; a pair of idiots in a parking lot, damn near playing Hot Potato with a set of keys until one gave in. Alex argued that he drove to the location. Missy argued that she made things easier by meeting up with him in Aurora and with the fact she still had to drive back home to Arizona.
When reason only continue to fail, they fought with their usual insults. Then when that didn’t work, they scuffled a third, maybe fourth, time. Missy’s victory was assured this round when she surprised Alex with a pop in his chin. It had only been grappling up until now, but she lost her patience last time when he got her hair all mussed.
Alex was too slow to close his arms and tighten his grip. A “pop” from an irritated Missy is more like getting hit with a couple of bricks in a pillow case. It could leave anyone in a daze, but she knew he could take it. That he’d recover in a few moments.
Seizing the moment, Missy lowered herself to grab Alex by the waist and lift. Where, she had no idea, but the direction was backwards and Alex collected himself just enough to know he didn’t want to get caught up in a very messed up suplex that would only knock Missy out and leave him driving anyway. Alex tapped out. Missy stopped. She accepted victory by sliding into the backseat and rumbling a tired, “Fuck you.”
Missy would come to regret sleeping on her stomach hours later when they made their way back to Alex’s hovel. He woke her up with a hard slap on the ass. Missy may have him giving up on record, but he now has the way she curled up and screamed as she rolled over to protect her rear from further damage. Neither of them truly ever wins.
This is such a silly prompt, but Missy’s legs and core??? Amazing.
send 💪 to touch my muse’s muscles!
Me in the car: I have so many meta things to write on Missy from her gender identity to her self image all the way flash forward to a significant, life changing event that may or may not happen in a few years. All of these things demand and deserve my attention. I have them so thought out.
Me at my laptop: The
HERETIC ! BLASPHEMER ! FREE-THINKER !
infinite flavors of gothic americana - southwestern gothic
driving along an empty, dusty highway in a stolen car, coming upon a worn and faded motel with a flickering, softly buzzing neon vacancy sign, opening the trunk and untying your hostage to lug them inside the dirty room while you step outside to use the payphone. locking the door behind you and having a cigarette staring at the shadows of cacti and broken down cars against the sunset.
Fun facts for antiblack poc:
• It is not black peoples fault your people aren’t getting the representation or visibility they deserve.
• It is no one’s fault but your own if you haven’t found or participated in activism aimed at helping your community.
• You can speak on your issues without simultaneously stepping on black people. Wild concept, I know, but you can do it! I believe in you!
• That hypervisbility you hate us blacks soooo much for having contributes to getting us harassed and killed and we hate it, too.
• Ya need to do betta
missy + combat skillz
Missy is terrifying and no one should get in a physical altercation with her ever unless they are stronger and/or smarter than she is. Thanks to her enhanced condition, she has faster reflexes, way stronger senses, and enough grit to really punch a dent in someone’s car. She could also carry Alex around on her hip without breaking a sweat if she felt like it. Her strength caps at the pique capability of her frame. So she can’t do too much to something like a brick wall without multiple attempts and really hurting herself.
When she decided to go from sex worker and informant to actual mercenary, she started taking a bunch of fighting classes because she’s not out there actively trying to die. She had always relied on the surprise of her strength up until that point, but she’s a very competent fighter now! She primarily takes advantage of her size and speed until she can find an opening for a hard hit. She likes to get people down in three, if possible because punching people hurts her just as much it hurts anyone else. If there is no opening, she isn’t afraid to fight dirty and kick the shit out of someone’s knees or shins. And the number of ankles she’s busted??? Countless.
In terms of firearms, she prefers handguns. Again with the enhanced condition and fast reflexes, yfm. There are probably plenty of gunslinger and “Fastest Hands in the West” jokes about her among the Mutant Merc Clique(TM). Her earliest experiences with guns were actually in rifles, which her grandmother had taught her to use. She had some experience with simple pistols, too, but didn’t pick up how to use them in an actual altercation until she became a mercenary.
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