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🏆 This is the Amazing Person Award 🏆 ✨💚 Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you’re amazing inside and out 💚✨ (Yep, I'm sending this back u.u OBVIOUSLY! Thanks a lot for including me
Thanks a ton, friend!!
➼ Reunion ➼
Just as usual, the Horseshoe Bar was only a stone’s throw from where anyone would consider Jessica’s haunting grounds to be. It was full of regulars, and she had soon become one of them. There was the old alcoholic whose words were an unintelligible slur, the waitress from across the road who always conveniently left with the more attractive of the two bartenders after his shift. The neighbour two floors down that always fucked at weird times of day. The same stupid crowd on the same stupid Saturday night. Jessica hardly intended to strike up a routine- to become as predictable as the folks she tailed for a living- but her feet had a way of leading her out of her pokey flat whenever the arguments from upstairs grew unbearably loud.
Besides, there was better booze in here- stuff good enough to have her coming back after a litter of empty bottles marked the low reserves remaining at her apartment. It was always busier on a Saturday. There were some unfamiliar faces amongst the relatively subdued crowd that had scattered itself across the bar and surrounding tables. A brief surveying glance was all Jessica offered them as she took her seat, being greeted by the usual double shot her evenings here always started with.
Sometimes people would approach her. Being a single woman at a bar tended to have that effect, regardless of how undesirable or unintentional it was.
Drink. Be left alone. Get wasted.
That was the aim.
Sometimes the route to the final destination was a little crooked. Sometimes the route didn’t always lead home. But on more occasions than not her evenings were plagued by as few interruptions as possible- she saw to it.
One swig and the shot was gone. Pale, gnawed fingers pushed the glass back.
Another.
She had never appreciated the company of others. Defensiveness festered in her bones from as early as she could remember. A rigidity and distinct discomfort came at proximity to others. A reminder of hands. A reminded of needles. A reminder of a more clinical place where the lights were bright.
Clink.
Another shot slid back at her. A greedy hand snatched it and drowned it just as fast.
More.
The steely gaze made the demand clear. The bartender turned once more. He was well used to this by now.
The alcohol helped. It helped the lines of her shoulders to soften. It drowned out pensive thought. It made the people less difficult to tolerate as they babbled and filtered closer to her personal space. Most importantly, the kiss of whiskey guaranteed a deep and dreamless sleep. Money couldn’t buy a better medicine.
The hum of sound and conversation grew as more people filtered in, some already appeared to have been drinking. There was a game on the TV, attracting a group of men with beers. No doubt she’d be spending her evening listening in on them sharing crude stories. A heavy frown settled upon Jessica’s brow. It was getting harder to pick out anything more than the odd word as multiple conversations merged into one. A buzz announced a message and with it Jessica pulled out her phone. Dominos Pizza. It was just some automated text flagging up poor life choices like a needy ex. Narrowing her eyes, Jessica clicked the lock screen back to black. Despite the mild irritation, there came some distant relief that it had been nothing pressing or important.
Her hand lowered back to her pocket, but another interrupted its path. Drunk and clearly not in his right mind, the man fumbled. A single finger grazed her inner thigh, but it was enough. A reflexive hand snatched at the offending wrist in a bone-shattering warning. Every corner of work done by the whiskey was unravelled by the clumsy interaction. The incendiary confrontation found Jessica already on her feet. Phone on the floor, newest drink abandoned at the bar.
Fucking scumbag.
A hum of onlookers began to coo and jeer. Some seemed to find it funny. The bartender was beginning to look as though he was considering intervening.
Great. I’m going to get banned from this shithole.
From within her grasp, her unwelcome company continued his advances, seemingly blind to the bone-bending pain in his wrist. If anything, the touch drew him closer. The bartender was already skirting the bar now. He didn’t reach them before a shriek split the room and a hard kick sent the man crashing to the floor with considerable force. Ragged breaths confirmed she had hit her mark, but still the man moved with an almost trance-like desperation, as though reaching her with his filthy touches was life-dependent. A heel slammed down, crushing the fingers on one hand in a fury-filled haze.
Stop. Moving.
Shuddering, the man began to shakily attempt another rise to his feet. He was eerily silent. Too silent. A chill had infected the air and all of a sudden it felt as though there were hardly any audience to the scene at all- almost as though it were hardly real. The hairs at the back of Jessica’s neck slowly crept up.
“HEY HEY HEY! That’s enough!”
The bartender had her wrist now, attempting to placate what was likely coming across as a gross overreaction to anyone who had not seen the full nature of the events. A kick to the chest sent the man hurtling back into the glass door. He hit it with a sickening thud. Glass shattered.
He wasn’t backing down. He was bleeding. He was hurt. Why wasn’t he stopping?
Drunk people were stupid, sure, but they weren’t usually such a challenge to offset when they set their moronic horny minds to something.
“No…” She hadn’t quite managed to swallow down the grim taste of shock. From the corner of her eye the man was rising up again. There was no way he was a normal human.
Some people began taking their mobiles out to film (the first kick had already made clear to even the tipsiest of onlookers that they were in the presence of someone different). A hiss of voices clamoured amidst the waves of scattered noise.
What the hell is she doing!? Who are they? I’m calling the cops. Mind the glass. That bitch is crazy!
Wrenching her hand free from the bartender, long strides soon closed the distance between Jessica and her target. Once within reach her hand snatched the man’s neck, hoisting him up for a long, calculated moment. Venom slid into her tone, infecting each word with an incendiary hiss.
“Touch me again and I’ll snap off every one of your fingers and ram them down your throat.”
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“Hello?” She had spoke into the mobile, unaware that the other person on the other side was someone she didn’t really know.
Baby, It’s Cold Outside || @purpletoxicity
Necra stirred her cocoa, trying her best not to worry. The sudden snowstorm had knocked out the nearby power lines, leaving her to subsist on whatever she could cook in her fireplace. She had enough fuel for her generator to keep her refrigerator and heat lamps running for at least a month. If she were alone, she wouldn’t be as concerned, but there was the matter of the man on her couch to contend with.
She’d been seated on her couch, idly watching the snow fall while she knitted a scarf for her neighbor’s daughter. The forecast had called for at least a foot of snow, so she planned on settling in for the foreseeable future. The quiet of the evening was suddenly shattered by a loud thud at her front door. Thinking one of the neighborhood children had thrown a snowball at her door, she got up and put on her gloves to respond in kind.
What she saw when she opened the door was completely unexpected. A man lay collapsed on her front porch, pale and unconscious. He was waifishly thin, with dark hair and dark clothes. His coat was lovely, but far too thin to keep out the cold. She knelt down to find a pulse, and it was sluggish. She gently scooped him up and carried him inside, laying him down on the couch.
She had worked quickly, getting him out of sodden clothes and bundling him up in as many thick blankets as she could get her hands on. She tucked him in with some hot water bottles and added more logs to the fire, keeping everything warm and cozy. After tucking a soft pillow under his head, she checked on his pulse again, then sat down to wait for him to wake.
That had been several hours ago, and her anxiety hadn’t flagged. She held her cocoa mug in her hands, keeping watch over her charge.
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“We had a deal!”
Freddie’s fury is at least partially playful. It’s pretty rare that she’s unhappy to see Crowley.
“Vacation. That was all I wanted. No angels, no demons, no hellspawn, No flaming sigils. And no, I have not let that go, so unless there’s another apocalypse on the way--”
She slows down towards the end as the differences start to sink in. Crowley’s face, sure, and everything else about her demon is changeable at whim. But those aren’t his mannerisms. His reaction to seeing her.
Oops.
What can she say? She’s always been a motormouth. Half the time she talks herself out of trouble as fast as she gets into it. The rest of the time, well. At least trouble’s usually fun.
Her eyes widen behind dark sunglasses. Freddie offers a quirked smile, apologetic but not embarrassed. Shit happens. Still, she shouldn’t have interrupted someone’s lunch. Even if she is...a little curious.
“Ah, fuck. Sorry, thought you were a friend of mine. Kinda uncanny.”
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Kilgrave blinked once. Then he blinked again and again, his mind struggling to wrap around what exactly was happening. Why were the girl’s arm wrapped around him?!
He and Elise had been coexisting for more or less a couple of weeks, maybe a bit more. It was hard to keep the correct track of time as one knew it in the Empty. Saying that their beginning had been rough would have been the understatement of the century, but they had been walking towards reaching a reluctant balance, especially after he had realised that he truly needed her to survive and that she wasn’t going to hold it against him or ask him for some sort of price in exchange of her help. As for what she got out of keeping him around, he had the feeling that loneliness had something to do with it.
However, the fact that they weren’t constantly at each other’s throat or that he might or might have not admitted that she was a tolerable company didn’t even start to explain her sudden gesture.
“What in hell are you doing, girl?” He snapped, once he had overcome his surprise, trying to break away from her grip. Another thing he had learnt, she was much stronger than she looked.
Everything considered things were going rather well. The man in the suit, Kilgrave, hadn’t tried to kill her yet and after a while, most likely the time it took for him to realise there was no one here but her, they even managed to somewhat coexist. He needed the resources she had to live, and Elise didn’t mind sharing. Besides, company, even rude company that still sometimes tried to order you around, was a welcome change from how her usual stays in the void went.
Thus, she was surprised when she noticed notes and papers out of place as if someone had been going through them. Mulling over it the mage was surprised to see notepaper sticking out of one of Kilgrave’s suit pockets. The man wasn’t even trying to hide that he’d gone through her notes was he? With a sigh, she prepared to confront him, just to at the last second change tactic as curiosity took over. A lot of her notes had been ruffled through which meant that either one thing, in particular, had caught his attention or he had been looking for something specific from the beginning. And Elise would very much like to know what that thing was. Which was what had lead to the current situation: A hug, so she could snatch the notes from his pocket.
Dislodging as soon as she got the papers in hand there was a huff at his snapping. Girl? Really? He couldn’t use her name? And instead of answering his question she just raised the notes in her hand into view. “What are you doing?” Came the counter-question accompanied by a raised brow.
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For the URL meme: @purpletoxicity :3
Do I Follow Them?:
Heck yeah!
Why Did I Follow Them?:
My David Tennant obsession is all-consuming
Do We Role Play?:
Yep
Do I Want To Role Play With Them:
See bullet point 1
An AU Idea For Our Muses:
Harry Potter, please!
A Song For Our Muses:
I Can’t Decide - Scissor Sisters
Do I Ship Our Muses?:
Not right this second, but I’m open to the idea
What I Think About The Mun:
Scotty’s a hecking cool dude, and a fantastic writer!
Overall Opinion:
Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
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Can I ask one back? ( @purpletoxicity )
From; URL Meme
Do I Follow Them?:
Yes, I do.
Why Did I Follow Them?:
I greatly enjoy the Jessica Jones series on Netflix (Go watch it, it’s great! Though fair warning it’s dark) and be it because computer cookies are a thing or pure chance their Kilgrave blog popped up after I started to rewatch the series. So, of course, I followed them, and after realizing that their writing is great I asked if they wanted to roleplay.
Do We Role-Play?:
We just started roleplay so yes, and I’m greatly looking forward to seeing how our characters will interact.
Do I Want To Role-Play With Them:
YES
An AU Idea For Our Muses:
A Vampire AU maybe? With both of them being vampires.
A Song For Our Muses:
Hmm, I have no idea, to be honest… If I come up with something I’ll reblog this and add the song, sorry.
Do I Ship Our Muses?:
No, not really gods that would be toxic.
What I Think About The Mun:
Super nice and friendly. I haven’t talked with Scotty much but they seem like a great person.
Overall Opinion:
If you’re a fan of Jessica Jones (or just want to interact with an Evil Prick muse) I can highly recommend this blog! Like literally the only bad thing I can say is I had a hard time finding the rules on their blog due to the blog theme but that is nit-picking.
Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
