“hmm...” trailing off, dazzler slips into detective mode as she surveys kasumi’s attire and overall appearance carefully, before looking back up at her with her findings: “honestly? like a biker chick who cleaned up well and became a college professor in time for the fall semester; chic, elegant, somewhat mysterious with a badass flair underneath. multitudes!”
“as for your other question,” placing her hands behind her head, alison leans back in her seat. “it’s up to you, sumi. i think you’re fine the way you are – but if you like shoppin’,” the blonde grins. “you know who to take with you.”
gotham scandals... graymalkin prison... gay rumours... dazzler's publicist and social media manager are tearing their head out trying to NOT get drowned by all the crazy headlines she's getting again lmaooo 😭😭
emmatriarchy: a multimuse featuring 70 muses including
Elsa Bloodstone
of Marvel - comic books compliant, mcu critical
(though the wwbn special was v. good)
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“alright, so,” dazzler sighs, running a hand through her hair as she prepares to tell the story. “i was at the club last night where i met this really cute gal, i’d say we hit it off quite well, but then at some point, we — or, well, i got too drunk, and we somehow ended up at a tattoo shop,” time for a show-and-tell, as alison extends her right arm, revealing a gigantic, bold tattoo, still healing. “i guess i got her name and her number tattooed on my arm to prove how much i liked her. we went our separate ways afterwards, i guess, ‘cause i woke up in my hotel alone, and also,” another sigh. “it’s not her contact. i tried. that’s the delivery number for joe’s pizza. she doesn’t work there, either.” ali pinches the bridge of her nose with her other arm. “i’m also guessin’ her name isn’t mama either.”
“oh clara,” alison says as she sits down next to the other woman; though it is dim where they are, there is still faint traces of light — from the luminary herself, and from the warmth of the care she has for her friend. “i get that a little, sweetheart; i’d wager a lot of us do, especially in this strange, ridiculous world, full of infinite choices and innumerable possibilities — and there’s no objective way to tell if we’re choosin’ the right thing or not.”
“even if we pick the road less travelled by, there’s still a sort of lingerin’ curiosity about why more people chose the other road at all, or if we should blaze our own new trail entirely, or,” she pauses, shrugging. “maybe it’s not about the destination at all, maybe it’s about enjoyin’ the journey as it is, right here and right now, whether we walk with other people or remain happy with our own company, thoughts, and the sound of music that nature is alive with.”
“at least, that’s how i try to not dwell on the many roads i left behind me,” alison says, shifting in her seat a little, before turning to clara again. “now, what’s been on your mind lately, lovely?”
He runs North. Sees Ali amid horde of CDs. He runs West. Again, he saw Ali digging in the horde. He runs East, once again small pile starting to tower; he stops. Then zips in, simply because he can't bear watching someone struggle with something that's a matter of 10 seconds for him. Suddenly all the discs miraculously start to sort themselves from A to Z, as if by aid of ghost that quietly wheezed from somewhere with dad joke, " Guess why fish make good musicians? "
“hmmm,” alison muses as she settles down to get down into business and finally organise her mounting, ever-growing collection of CDs for once and for all —
but that begs the million dollar question: “by artist, by year release, by colour, or…” she picks up two CDs to compare and hold them side by side, staring at them hard as if either donna summer or nirvana would grant her the wisdom for a dilemma only dazzler would find herself in.
not for long, though; quite literally.
a blur of blue and silver passes by like a typhoon, and all of her music is organised like magic; alphabetically was the answer, it turns out.
“oh, piet,” she laughs warmly as she turns around to finally get a glimpse of the speedster, giving him a friendly wave before thanking him. “you’re a lifesaver, you know that? thank you so much!”
and then he asks the kind of questions alison loves with all of her funny-bone, which she happily humours: “i don’t know, why, ‘cause they’re reel-y good at it?”
