#deniedherc

[thedestrcyer]

jessica  jones?   check. dwayne  hicks?   check. bisexual  ellen  ripley  on  this  blog?   more  likely  than  you  think.

[altarbov-a]

@deniedherc || cont.

HE WANTS TO HELP. He really does, but well, Jessica isn’t the type of person who just accepts help. Matt isn’t much different, so he can understand that, but it doesn’t make it any less frustrating. It does the opposite, in fact. Jessica is still his friend though, so he isn’t giving up that easily.

“That’s not important.” The truth is it isn’t that hard for him to find her, but he figured it won’t be a good idea to mention that right now. It surely won’t do anything to improve her mood, which is already bad enough as it is.

He wonders for a moment whether he should take a seat next to her, but again he gets the feeling it won’t make things much better, so he stays where he is, at least until he’s certain she won’t punch him or anything.

“No... but I can listen to heartbeats, which can get close enough.” He sighs, hoping he won’t to have to dwell too long on that. It’s just complicated. “Look, Jessica, I just wanna help. It won’t kill you to accept it for once, you know.”

[threeclaws]

@deniedherc gets lyrics !

            You think a guy could get a rooftop to himself. He sighs, but not terribly irritated. New York’s a busy place... and nothing really surprises him these days. So he exhales the puff he’d taken from his cigar, and is quick to drop it. “I came here for sanctuary,” he explains easily, not wanting much trouble. He only glances to the new occupant only briefly, before shrugging, “Away from the winds and sounds of the city.”

[leadkiss]

#gina is officially cancelled everyone

my legacy

[promiisekepta-blog]

*alias  investigations 

she’s  HOPING  the  stranger  will  let  her  in  but  her  face  is  contorted  as                                 if  she’s  been  hurt          like  jane’s  presence  is  the  LAST  THING  she                              wants  in  the  world  right  now. things  may  turn  unpleasant  very  quickly,                           the  small  girl  realizes. 

suppressing  panic, she  inquiries  gently. 

‘ help  me ? ’

@deniedherc // s.c.  

[horrorempathya]

*  continued  /  @deniedherc.

there  almost  isn’t  an  answer,  kristen  almost  leave  the  question  hanging.    she  never  turns  down  alcohol,  she’s  always  so  attentive  when  alcohol  is  mentioned.   after all  the  buzz  makes  her  feel  light,  it  caresses  her  worries,  like  the  abusive  substance  it  really  is.    for  a  little  while  when  the  room  is  spinning  and  she  can’t  seem  to  walk  properly  is  when  everything  is  fine,  is  when  she  forgets  everything.    at  least  she’s  a  functioning  alcoholic.    knows  when  to  drink  and  when  to  leave  it  be  so  it  doesn’t  interfere  with  the  use  of  her  powers.    yet,  there’s  this  neat  little  pause  after  jessica  asks,  head  tilted,  eyes  slowly  flicking  from  the  wound  to  jessica.  not  jessica’s  eyes,  some  other  body  part,  probably  jessica’s  stomach,  so  that  green  eyes  are  hidden  under  long  eyelashes.    momentarily  short  circuiting  again.

‘  of  course  i  fucking  do.  ’    finally,  an  answer.     breathed  out.    absolutely,  frankly  her  shoulder  really  hurts  and  now  she  has  to  deal  with  the  boiling  emotions  that  is  jessica. what  makes  this  different --    what  makes  her  really  think  is  that  she  compares  everything  to  being  in  love  with  adam  grey,  but  he  was  more  like  a  comfortable  element.    everything  she  should  want,  her  heart  didn’t  truly  flutter,  she  merely  liked  the  warmth  of  his  hugs,  the  way  he  felt  in  bed,  the  stability  he  had  given  her.

kristen’s  really  just  a  woman  who’s  seen  too  much  violence  and  too  little  of  the  rest  of  the world  and  now  she’s  starting  to  learn,  to  see  even  more  clearly.   adam  was  a  boring  comfortable,  this  small,  simple  world  she  could  get  lost  in.    jessica  jones  is  larger  than  that,  this  adrenaline  rush,  someone  she  doesn’t  have  to  hide  behind  because  she  can  stand  by  jessica.    it’s  more  enthralling,  but  most  importantly,  it’s  actually  easier  to  breathe  than  the  small,  suffocating  world  with  adam.

‘  idiot?   oh  no,  baby.    i’m  just  an  adrenaline  junkie.  ’     look  at  her  smile,  jessica.   she’s  playing  now,  not  even  brushing  off  the  affection,  she’s  accepting  it.    standing  up --    it’s  a  blink  of  an  eye,  she’s  right  in  front  of  jessica.

[cruelonlytobekindarchived]

"Can I kiss you?" We want love.

She pauses. Doesn’t necessarily startle at the question but does look over from her laptop, does find hazel eyes so briefly skimming her face and then glancing away. Does note that— that calm, kind, warm wanting feeling that curls in her own gut. She’s pressed against the headboard of the bed, clicking away at something.

This adjustment period has been strange and brand new at once. Fresh sheets issues on a Saturday morning echoes in Alana’s thoughts, Wolf’s metaphor for what love is truly like. Cool and all encompassing and kind and significantly warm. She shuts the lid of the laptop with a click.

A pause. An adjustment period. A time to get to know one another in a way without hesitance. Without pause. Only sincere honesty from one to another. No one else to dilute who they both are. He’s gone, and all the bad things have gone with him.

Alana leans forward, then, presses a hand to Jessica’s cheek, and pauses before her lips brush the other’s, and the sensation of fulfilled quiet overtakes her. It’s the only time her mind is silent.

[legaciied-a-blog]

@deniedherc continued from here!

“Hm?” 

She looks up, considering the dark haired girl across from her, as well as trying to figure out how she would answer. Yes, she was new. Because three months ago she showed up in the middle of Shield headquarters with an all-too-familiar emblem on her chest and a shield to match, thinking it was 2018 and she needed to save the Avengers from dying at the hands of Thanos. And subsequently found out that the Avengers didn’t even exist yet.

And so, with nothing to do with a girl displaced from time, who refused to leave until she completed her mission, they stuck her in school. A nice agent had been willing to take her in for as long as she needed as long as she didn’t go out as Captain America. It was the most boredom Dani had ever experienced in her life - just going to school day by day, with training afterward but nothing to train for, except a battle with Thanos in a few decades.

But no, she’s not bitter. Nor is she going to tell this girl any of that.

“Yeah, I am.” She finally answers. “Name’s Dani, Dani Cage.”