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[beginagainhq]

LAR GAND, who looks a lot like JAMIE DORNAN, would love to see BRANIAC 5/ Querl Dox, their BEST FRIEND/TEAMMATE. They should be 25-33 years old and look similar to UTP. Please DO NOT contact DAVIS before applying!

The wanted connections page has been updated

[mistressofmagic-a]

@hxghbxll

There had been a lot of talk recently about restarting the League, and Zatanna knew that she wasn’t going to get an invite. She didn’t take it personally either. She had never been good at being a team. Her status before, where she was there when the League needed someone who was magically inclined and helped with random missions as needed. But just because she wasn’t a team player, it didn’t mean she didn’t like some of the members on the team.

Hal being one of them. (But if anyone asked, she only tolerated him because Dinah seemed to like him.) “If you’re here asking for help, not tonight,” Zatanna said with a grin. “It’s my birthday.” Or close enough to it. Just after. “And if Oliver is sending you out here to snoop and see where Dinah is, I returned her safely to the shop a few hours ago. Tell him he’s gonna have to step up his game because it was a fantastic spa treatment.”

[daisyquakes]

👌 …someone my muse has only met once, but will never forget.

Daisy used to be incredibly social, branching out to different people despite her position in SHIELD and the fact she was an enforcer. Before she was arrested and put on the Raft, she went to a party held by Kara Danvers and met Donna Troy. While their meeting was brief, Daisy got a sense that Donna was this light that easily drew in people and cared for them in a way that Daisy wished she could. Since meeting Donna that time, she has only really spoken to her over text messages in a group setting, but there has always been that feeling from Daisy that there is something more to her—and she’d like to know it.

Another person that Daisy met briefly was Kitty Pryde, though she doesn’t know her name—she just knows her by her online handle, But even exclusively over a discord chat and a few games of Among Us, Daisy found herself drawn to her. It was one of the easier friendships she’s formed, despite never meeting her in person. (Taking her back to her Rising Tide days where all her relationships were online and in a hacking group—she has always felt more herself behind a keyboard and with code in front of her. And Kitty, even if only briefly, reminded Daisy what it was like to be herself again.)

“Donna seems to be inspiring—even when the whole world is against her. It’s hard to watch and I know it’s not really my place to get involved, but she reminds me of me when I first got involved in SHIELD. Everything was always going wrong and it went wrong in big ways—but she’s handling it all better than I ever could. She’s inspiring.” Daisy shrugged. “But then there’s this person I met online—not the same like, inspiring kind of thing, but she reminded me of where I started. I don’t know either of them as well as I’d like, but I don’t think I’ll be able to forget those moments with them.” @ofcosmicwonder @kxtepryde

[sharcarters]

👀 …someone my muse likes, but doesn’t trust.

The list of people that Sharon actively trusts is much shorter than the one of people she likes but doesn’t trust. Her job has always bred a feeling of paranoia. Being a spy and an Agent of SHIELD—and then CIA after SHIELD fell, trust was never something that came easily. She trusted her fellow agents to get their part of the job done, to do the mission—but she never trusted then with all the information in her head.

Everything was compartmentalized. Even when it came to missions. (Maybe even especially when it came to missions.)

Sharon trusts Steve’s opinion on a lot of things (he said only a few words and Sharon turned her gun on people who were supposed to be SHIELD), and likes him most days, but there are page and pages of things that she would never tell him about. Because she knows him—being a spy gives her an insight on people that others might not have. Even at just a surface glance, she knows that he wouldn’t understand her missions or where her mind goes. She can trust him to keep things secret (within reason), but she doesn’t trust him to understand the why of anything that she does.

And that incomplete trust extends to Tony as well. Tony, arguably, knows more about Sharon than most anyone else on the planet, but even he isn’t privy to all the knowledge in her head. She trusts him with the more intimate details of her life, but there is a lot he doesn’t know—and he knows that. (Asking questions and not getting unreasonably frustrated when she doesn’t answer. Or gives him some vague bullshit.)

Someone that she likes and doesn’t trust at all though, would be hard to find. Most people she holds onto are ones that she can be herself around, people she doesn’t have to hide everything about herself from. But there is one who might fit, an unexpected person she met in an elevator. “Ric Dickenson—or whatever his real name is.” Sharon shrugged her shoulders. “He got my real name at least. More than I can say for most people when they first meet me… but I won’t be calling him up in the middle of the night to talk about state secrets with.” @avengerofiron @libertycaps @rictorscales

[impulselantern]

👑 …someone my muse is jealous of.

Jealousy comes so naturally to Simon. It’s not something he likes about himself, but it’s true. He’s jealous of so many people, he sometimes loses count. It’s not all people he knows, either. Sometimes, he’s jealous of strangers. Of people on the street who don’t have criminal records they only half-earned, of people with jobs and steady paychecks and someone holding their hands. But this isn’t to say he’s not jealous of people in his life. This isn’t to say the vast majority of his envy isn’t saved for the people he loves in a way that he hates himself for.

“Jessica’s good at this,” he sighs, and he hates himself a little more because Jessica deserves to be good at this. After everything she’s gone through, everything she’s overcome, Jessica deserves to do whatever makes her happy, whatever makes her chest feel less tight and her shoulders less tense. But that jealousy is there, anyways. It has been since he met her. “She doesn’t think she is, but she is. She’s just --- Being a hero is something she was built for, I think.”

(It was not something Simon was built for. He’s known that since long before that ring found him. He’s just waiting, most days, for the rest of the world to catch up. And it’s selfish, the way he hopes it doesn’t. Jessica deserves to do whatever makes her happy, and she deserves to do it with a better partner than him.)

“She helps people. Like, really helps people. Not just physically, you know? She knows how to help them in other ways. How to teach them to breathe around the panic, how to help them get out from under it. And I don’t --- I’ve never been good at that. I can pull a guy out of a coma, I can cure a Red Lantern of their rage, I can see the future, but I don’t know how to help her when things get bad. And she knows how to help me. She always has. And I just...” He trails off, smile small and uncertain. “I wish I was more like her.” @anxietylanterncruz

[twentyninetynines]

🍓…someone my muse has never met, but wants to meet.

By 2099, most records of heroes are wiped clean. There are few things the major corporations that maintain the dark status quo of the future agree on, but one of them is that the last thing they want is anyone looking to the masked do-gooders of the Heroic Age and getting any ideas. After all, Alchemax’s rise to power would have been impossible with heroes around to stop it. It’s why so many cults dedicated to the few heroes whose names survived the great rewriting of history exist, why Spider-Man is so wanted by Alchemax and so needed by the people of downtown Nueva York.

It’s also why Miguel twists so wildly between hero worship and jaded disdain. But even still, he’s not immune. Even still, he gets stars in his eyes sometimes.

“You know, Thor’s followers saved my ass a ton of times when Alchemax was on my tail,” he comments. “But... I never thought he was all that. Even then. My ma did. She joined the cult, for a beat. Dug Spider-Man, too.” Enough to slap him in the face and accuse him of making fun of her when he told her who was behind the mask. “I just --- Being here now, seeing everything the world’s got to offer, I think...” He trails off, shaking his head. “Those, uh, Super people. The ones with the big S on their chests, red capes, the whole thing? They seem cool. I’d get a charge out of meeting them, you know? I feel like, like they’re the real deal.” @maidenxfmight @kxnel @supersxn​

[vengeancedemons]

🌟 …someone my muse trusts.

It would surprise no one that Robbie Reyes is not a man who trusts with any kind of ease to it. He is hard, he is suspicious, he expects a knife to the back long before it comes. His uncle’s harsh betrayal certainly did not help matters, made everything more twisted than it had been already, but even before this, Robbie was a man who trusted very few people. For a long time, this list was two names, both belonging to his immediate family. Gabe remains on it still, an immovable object at the top of the page, there for as long as he will allow Robbie to keep him. Eli has been scrubbed clean from Robbie’s life as much as it is possible, though pieces of him will always remain.

The list got shorter, but it got longer after. It gets longer still.

More and more people have begun to earn his trust, though he may deny it if asked. There is, in all honesty, perhaps only one name beyond Gabe’s on the list that he would readily admit to. It isn’t one that would surprise anyone.

“Daisy’s earned it,” he says with a shrug, glancing behind him as if worried she may approach, may hear. It isn’t as if she doesn’t know. She must be aware of it. He’s sure his heartbeat would give him away even if she couldn’t read the vibrations like pages from a book. “She’s saved my ass more times than I can count. Brought me back from...” He stops, mind jolting back to fire and brimstone and a trail of daisies leading him home, leading him back to her. “Pretty sure she kept me out of jail, too. With SHIELD. And she took care of Gabe in the only way she could.” He sighs, shaking his head with a faint, fond smile. “I trust her a hell of a lot more than I trust myself. She deserves that.” @daisyquakes

[anxietylanterncruz]

👰 …someone my muse would consider marrying.

There are a few names that come to the front of her mind, all people she had spoken briefly to in the past, but no one notable. They were moments in passing, like when she spoke to Nightwing briefly — or the Flash. They were other heroes that only spoke to her because they had to. And Jessica understood that. Even if in the moment she acted like a high school girl with an infuriating crush. But these crushes were like a burst of light. A fire that started but was quickly smothered by reality.

Or perhaps, her own mind. Pinching out whatever she was feeling before it could start.

Her parents had a relationship that Jessica had long romanticized. Two people who supported each other with unconditional love and helping their daughters through heartbreak and tragedy — she saw them and wanted what they had, but she knew she couldn’t have that. Her mind was poisoned with thoughts of self-doubt that pulled her down and down, refusing to let her breathe.

“I’d need someone patient, someone who can look at me on my bad days the same way they look at me on my good days. Someone who’d understand that when I shut down it’s not anything they did it’s just —” Jessica stopped, fidgeting with her hands. “If you find someone like that, who won’t regret it after? Tell me where to look.” She wouldn’t. If that person existed, they’d be a saint. And she’d pass, because surely, they’d deserve better than what she could offer. “I already have one partner to disappoint, no need to add a romantic partner to that too.”