☠ ᴋᴀᴛʜᴇʀɪɴᴇ ʙɪꜱʜᴏᴘ

ᴛᴏᴘ ʙɪᴛᴄʜ, ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀꜱ  There are no bargains between 𝓁𝒾𝑜𝓃 & ᴍᴇɴ.                                                  I will ᴋɪʟʟ you & eat you 𝓻 𝓪 𝔀.

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madameviper:

The thought that others like here, who would rather talk to animals than humans, was a comforting thought…until it wasn’t.

— ❝ Oh, God, that’s terrible, ❞ Marisol replied, making a face at the nonchalance of how it was said, ❝ But, I mean, I guess that’s sorta the drawback, isn’t it ? … When I talk to my snakes, it’s like talking to people, almost. They all have their own unique voices & PERSONALITY; taking them at face value like one does with humans, it’s similar. I could befriend a cobra, & it could lie to me just as easy as a human would. It could strike at me the same way someone could back stab me. ❞

Not to discredit her own cobra, PRINCE, but the fact remained true: with her mutation, it allowed for deceit on more than one front. But… as far as she knew, her snakes were loyal. That didn’t mean they couldn’t be SWAYED, however, just like a person.

Shaking the thoughts out of her head, Marisol asked, ❝ Circling back around, though, can I ask how you came into your own mutation ? I mean, it’s pretty cool, not gonna lie. ❞

       Katherine wasn’t the MOST empathetic person one could meet, thus it wasn’t all that surprising— to her— that a snort burst out, albeit silent and small, with Marisol’s exclamation. She waved it off and shook her head—now, the fate of the fallen didn’t matter no more. “His own fault. You CAN’T trust a wild beast — JUST like you can’t trust a.. “civilized” human. The main difference is that animals rarely do it out of pure malice.”

         Letting her nimble fingers spin around each other with hands resting at the curve of her lower back, the Bishop carefully listened, thinking through what she COULD possibly say, and what should stay in her own head only. “I used to think I was a WITCH — had all the coven and so on,” she chuckled a little embarrassed by that fact, “Stupid, I know. Who even BELIEVES in witchcraft anymore? But, I was young, and only when I found Eaglebert he taught and introduced me to it. Otherwise I’d still be running around, trying to do magic. Can you imagine?” 

[cupofcallanan]

        it wasn’t often that trailing a track of footprints in the woods actually lead to anything worthwhile. still, there was no harm in following them, seeing as they were LITERALLY the only lead they had. people going missing in aglæca was nothing remotely new according to what intel he had, but this instance seemed d i f f e r e n t. the panicked messenger who’d arrived in the town’s square was a bad omen. not to discount anyone’s life over another’s, but a cloud hung over this set of disappearances —- one which occurred all at once. SOMEONE was making a strike.

   he’d met up with his search partner with two cups of coffee in hand && a bag containing exactly five donuts. it wasn’t often that he worked with someone outside of the station, but five left for variety. his preferential glazed – a second if that was her choice of poison, one chocolate frosted, one jelly filled, and one strawberry. they’d been following the trail of footprints for long enough that his own coffee had run dry, just enough to fill with regret for not opting for the large —- something needed to happen && soon when they’d stumbled onto the trailer in which the footprints lead.

        but a single dim light on inside could be seen barely through the shabby curtain in the window; surprising as the trailer looked otherwise abandoned, that would at least prompt dennis to remove his gun from its holster as he began to step lighter steps forward – quiet in movement. “think this could be it ??” he whispered.

                              ( @thcparasite )

[thcparasite-blog]

       It shouldn’t have affected her. It hadn’t been even a full month since Katherine got here, she had built NO significant relationships, and since Aglæca was no shelter at all? She could have turned around and left. It would have been a logical course of action, but INSTEAD she was there, stuck with a man who wasn’t even a m u t a n t in the first place. All she could do was have a little trust to give, enough for this to work, but not too much, lest he revealed himself to be a TRAITOR.

                     For his own sake, he better be not. 

         The coffee, while it was a nice touch to their very much cop-comedy level of a stake out, was not the thing she craved the most. Tea or whiskey, for her nerves were still a little wrecked from the tension of going through a fucking forest. Eventually it would become dark, and the monsters they had fairy tales written about would crawl out to devour them like nothing. She was about to exclaim, that the old and forsaken trailer could be their shelter if anything, when Dennis decided to go full on cop, and Katherine almost screamed. 

      “You got to be fucking kidding me.” Inches from hitting the gun out of his hand she pulled herself together where she didn’t need to blast out with her temper, and inhaled sharply. 

      “You know what? This MIGHT be it. I bet they’re hiding in plain sight, because they know how STUPID most of you are.” Harsh words left her mouth, the woman not stopping herself from the additional dose of sarcasm and bitterness before pinching the bridge of her nose. This was going to be..hell. Her guess? Some hermit lived there, and the light could have been a couple of candles, seeing where the thing was located. Unlike Dennis, Kath wasn’t peaceful. She took a few rocks off the ground, and standing there very casually, threw two of them at the window. One by one, they broke the glass, and before deciding to throw the third,  she stopped to listen.

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wynonaxhan:

As beautiful as Katherine was, Wynona couldn’t take her eyes off the floor for more than a minute once the bolder mutant let herself in. The apartment was in its typically cluttered state, with multi-colored stains on the wallpaper from the carpenter bugs in the walls, and dirty clothes about the floor near the hamper. Everywhere you would look, there were signs it was the home of a person just short of completely giving up on themselves.

There was no protesting when a squadron of ants met their demise under Katherine’s heels. And not even at the sudden pang of embarrassment of the other woman stepping into the disaster area that was her kitchen, seeing all of its flies and decomposers rejoicing at the rotting scraps of take-out left in the sink and by the can. There wasn’t much more food trash than one might find in an average lazy drunk’s house, but with credit to Wynona’s gifts, the pests that came to claim it gave the illusion of a possible body hiding somewhere if she wanted to look for it.

With the hot mug in hand, the janitor sighed and tried to find her words. She had called Kath there for a reason, and when her eyes were filling with tears on her end of the line, she couldn’t wait to get everything off her chest in person. But now that they were in person… shame was shoving its dirty fist down her throat.

“I’ve only ever used that steeper once, you know. And the teas… one of the teachers at the school must’a thought I looked like a tea lady when she was passing out Valentine’s gifts…”

It was still piping hot when she brought it to her mouth for a sip. “… It’s fuckin’ good.”

             A lonely sigh was brought as the only response Wynona got from Katherine, and she stood up to open up a couple of windows in this apartment. True, it wasn’t something she was used to, but the woman had quite the past, and there were times when she had to stay in places looking worse than that. If the girl didn’t want to talk to her, that was fine, she would wait. Because, of course, she could have gotten out of this, but Katherine wasn’t going to just leave minutes after she crossed half of the town, no matter how closed off her conversationalist now was. 

            Instead of trying to pry her open, drag words out of her mouth about what REALLY was bothering her, Katherine touched her shoulder passing by only to make all of the insects get out through the newly opened exits. While Wynona was used to them hanging around, they bugged the other, and she made them leave the place in a matter of seconds. After that, one thing after another, they all either were dropped into a corner for later, or right into the trash bin, the tiny female needed to do something so much that she started tidying up the place. “Well they can’t really give you alcohol, so,” she responded, and added a shrug at the end of it. 

            Katherine finally took a seat a little further away, in front of her, so she could watch the dimmed expressions change, let silence sink in for a little while, and then took a breath before speaking up. “We don’t have to talk, sure. You can let whatever it is eat you alive and leave a SHELL of a being; like a sun-dried cockroach— mind you— it’s not for me to judge, absolutely not, but..The choice is YOURS.”

[electricphe-blog]

1915 einstein.

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electricphe:

      —ϟ They inclined their head to the side, auburn curls cascading down, it had been a spontaneous decision to leave the untamed hair free but in between their efforts to clean the place, they had forgotten to look for a ribbon or scrunchie. ❝ Really? Though that CAN be understandable, I wouldn’t be able to comprehend if no one had given you flowers ever because you know, you’re.. ❞ They cleared their throat as they noticed their mouth had escaped away from them in an another rambling. ❝ Beautiful. ❞ Finished the biochemist with an internal cringe as their awkwardness further proved why they rarely forced themselves to interact with people. ❝ Um, but, now you know. —Not that you’re beautiful, I’m sure you knew that but that I have a garden..with peonies. ❞ Sucking their bottom lip into their mouth, they forced themselves to just stop. 

      —ϟ ❝ Woah! ❞ They exclaimed as Katherine took their gloves off, on instinct they shoved their bare palms underneath their armpits. ❝ I don’t know how much of a good idea that was. ❞ They muttered almost to themselves as they waited with baited breath for her next move. Though at her next words their eyes widened and head shook quickly, glasses becoming crooked with the fast movement. ❝ I think we should consider taking it slow you know, ‘cause I have no idea how this works and— HOLY CANNOLI! ❞ Their vision abruptly became TOO bright, threads of energy appearing everywhere they looked, making them take off their glasses in an effort to make it better. And cautiously, they decided to reach out toward one of the threads and PULL, but they forgot that Katherine was amplifying their power which made their tugging more like a forceful YANK. 

      —ϟ Suddenly they were lifted off the air and suspended by some force they were manipulating. ❝ Oh my goddess, ❞ they screeched out more out of fear than excitement, thankfully they weren’t afraid of heights or that would have made the situation worse. Their body kept raising itself until their head bumped with the ceiling and they had to place their palms against it. ❝ Um, so this is new? I never imagined myself to be the person to RAISE the roof. ❞ Horrible puns were often uttered in times of distress, though this one was different from their usual science ones. ❝ What do I do now? ❞ They asked Katherine who from above still managed to look tall and powerful, perhaps it was the all black attire?

           Katherine stopped, blue eyes widening as she stared back at Ophelia, rambling and trying to reach some kind of a point. She didn’t know what it forced out of her chest— the short speech— but whatever it was, the Bishop was quick to suppress it, not knowing how to properly react to it. They pulled out a feeling, pushed her to search for a SINGLE memory of someone giving her flowers, and when she couldn’t find one, she felt her jaw clench. It wasn’t surprising—it shouldn’t have been; monsters weren’t worshiped with flowers and wine, blood was spilled at their feet instead. And with that, with a painful hit of her heart, before her mood went away completely and made her dive into the sea of regret, she shook her head.

            “Peonies sound nice,” was her only response with a fragile, short-lived smile and then she turned away to seek a distraction. 

          “Just focus,” spoke she in a silent voice, with the previous fire slowly fading out. It was a STUPID and even PATHETIC thing to be upset over, but it felt as if her past was a different person, reaching out this second—and her present was a demon occupying her body, trying to take away any hurtful or even beautiful memory that she had. Just in case. Just in case she changed her mind, and decided she wanted the control back.   

          They slipped away from her hands, fingers not holding theirs anymore, and raised higher and higher as Katherine watched their body float, hues full of curiosity and even awe. It took her a second, but she reacted fast, cussing under her breath as she could see them unable to control it—and after a while the power could have shut OFF, dropping them on the ground like nothing. “Stay there,” she responded to their question, even though it was a foolish thing to say. Quickly, and with a grace of feline, she climbed and jumped from one thing to another till she was high enough for her fingertips to connect with Ophelia’s—whilst it didn’t immediately give back control to the other mutant, Katherine managed to lower them to her own level, using their power as a tool, and wrapped one hand around their waist. “Alright, angelcakes, now we’re going to get down, and then try being a little more careful, or you’ll try to reach Luna next time.” Katherine slowly stepped down from her makeshift ladder first, then held out a hand, lest Ophelia wanted to hold onto her while they got down. “Are you feeling alright?”

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@wynonaxhan

           It’s been YEARS since Katherine had a place to stay for longer than a couple of weeks. At first, she wasn’t so sure about Aglæca and a thought about leaving it soon kept plaguing her mind. Then, one after another, people started popping up that kept catching her eye left and right. With that she could have lived; with that, she could have stayed. Even if not for the rest of her days, but a month or two. Or a year, or two. 

          Another thing that was rather unusual for the woman, was to befriend people. Even if in her head none of them were important enough, the truth was a tad different—not that she would ever ADMIT anything like that, admit not being a robotic entity with no soul ar no ability to care for another being, human and non human alike. But, alas, here she was, a touch obnoxiously forcing her way into the apartment of a distressed mutant, one she had somehow began sheltering and watching over. It started as a simple held out hand offering help, and now she was there at the tiniest sign of misery in her words. It wasn’t job-related anymore, but Katherine being Katherine, she wasn’t going to look at it that way either. If anything, she was really good at ignoring necessary friendships, enjoyed she them or not.

          “ALRIGHT, babydoll. Do you want to maybe tell me what’s happening in that little head of yours? Or the name of the-happening?”

             Just a couple of minutes ago she went in like she OWNED the place, made the stressed bug-princess a cup of tea and forced it into her hands. To any normal individual it would look like an act of kindness and friendship, a sign of caring. To Katherine? She preferred pretending it was nothing.

[ganseysmagicians]

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@electricphe

[electricphe-blog]

1915 einstein.

—KATHERINE BISHOP.

@thcparasite

      —ϟ They wrung out their hands nervously, it was difficult to pinpoint the exact reason why anxiety was CRACKLING throughout their entire body, could have been as much for the fact they could finally be discovering the source to their power or could have been for the simple reason Katherine was very attractive. They clutched at the lab table as they stumbled around the room, they were trying to make the place more organized but it was a lost cause seeing as notes were scattered all throughout. Giving up on the cleaning task Ophelia looked down at their outfit and smoothed their hands down their skirt which was paired nicely with a maroon long sleeve top and the most essential accessory; their black gloves. Though they figured Katherine would want them off her hands, they kept them as a safety precaution that has turned into a HABIT. 

      —ϟ A knock on the door made them run to it, stumbling into furniture along the way, and opened it with an giddy smile. Fixing their crocked glasses the biochemist opened the door wider for the female to step through. ❝ Hi! Come in, come in, hopefully you didn’t get lost on the way. ❞ Their house was very distant from the city since they had wanted to make a greenhouse beside it, though not as far as Connor’s. ❝ Do you want anything? Food, drink, flowers? The peonies are really blooming right now. ❞ They mashed their lips together to stop any further rambling and walked back to their makeshift lab. It was the largest room in the house, marble white floors and pristine shiny metal tables filled with cylinders, books, and notebooks all around. They spent more nights there than in their own bedroom, mostly falling asleep on top of their notes that were filled with undried ink, the letters and passages getting copied onto their cheeks. ❝ So how should we start? ❞ Came the uncertain question falling from their lips as they shifted restlessly from one left foot to the other.

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             Ophelia was yet another of the people Katherine followed to Aglæca — in a way, she supposed. Some of them searched for help for themselves or their loved ones, some of them for more scientific reasons, and she was good with whatever; to her, it didn’t really matter. With them it was a touch different, she was curious too, as not every day one had the opportunity to meet someone with the ability to hold energy between their fingertips—seemingly human body, so tiny and fragile, but they were capable of great things, if only they put their mind to it. HOPEFULLY the same people who had taken previous group of mutants wouldn’t get to them just yet; a power like that would have been a great tool for evil matters. 

            “Flowers?” She repeated, stepping in, eyebrows arched at such an offer, “I must confess, have never been offered flowers upon my arrival before,” breathed out she with a light smile tickling the corners of her lips. The thought of rich colored peonies softened her features, but even so, the woman didn’t give a specific answer to their words. Ophelia had this w a r m t h around them that was not a usual thing to witness, or feel for that matter, and it made Katherine’s steps more gentle as she crossed the floor and into the laboratory. She looked around, judging gaze held there for a second, and then she nodded. It’ll do. “Well,” she began, clearing her throat, “For starters, you will not be needing t h e s e.” Instead of just asking for them to take the gloves off, Katherine reached out and removed them herself, already feeling the drops of electricity from their power silently begging to be released. “And now, I just want to see what we are working with. It won’t hurt a bit.” Another sleazy smile, somewhere between wicked and sincere, and she dropped off her jacket, her purse, and rubbed palms together. Carefully, she sought out of their hands, fingers wrapping around theirs and gave their mutation a push. 

[sleepran]

I came out to attack people and I’m honestly having such a good time right now

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madameviper:

Now that, that seemed like a better solution to Marisol. If she could just get her scaly friends to participate, then maybe she could unlock this new thing inside her. In all honesty, she didn’t really know how long she could go without communicating them, & not just from a personal standpoint — she’d been with a lot of them for so long, she didn’t really know if there were any side effects of not talking to them for a while. She’d never been gone from them long enough to see any noticeable difference.

❝ I’ll try & get them hooked on the idea, see how that goes, ❞ she shrugged, knowing there would be a few that would disagree just to disagree. At mention of of other zoolinguists, or whatever she’d called them, the snake charmer perked up a bit.

— ❝ There are others that can do what I do ? ❞ she asked, & then mentally kicked herself; of course there’s others like you, you idiot, you aren’t THAT special, ❝ I mean, like. Are there limitations to their mutation ? Like, I can only talk to reptiles, so are there others out there who can, I dunno, only talk to birds ? Fish ? ❞

              “Fish!” Exclaimed she clapping a couple of times with a soft giggle getting out. Katherine pulled herself together, and after thinking a second, shook her heard. “I’ve never met anyone who can talk to fish, but,” a shrug. It was completely possible, and she wouldn’t be all that surprised, perhaps only a little amused. On the other hand, she supposed being able to communicate with piranhas and sharks had its privileges. 

              A deep breath and Katherine leaned back, bright blues crawling over things before her, Marisol and her friends included. “I think it depends on a person. Alas, if one is capable talking with canines, they probably will not be able to branch out to birds and bees.. Some talk to everyone, some only to those of higher intelligence; like dolphins, monkeys..Yada, yada. I’ve met only a few, and one of them was only capable of telepathy, meaning—he read minds rather than actually SHARING, or having a conversation. Granted, most often than not he used to be able to somehow communicate that he meant no harm, or whatever else, but the THING with animals is—well, how do I put this? He got eaten by an enraged grizzly bear.”

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hackerspvce:

the  m o m e n t  their conversation ended was the exact instant she’d pulled her legs to her chest and PUSHED .  the heel of her boot  ,  with enough force  ,  dented the seal of the ventilation shaft and clambered listlessly to the mahogany flooring of a grotesquely ordained library  .  bijou  ,  however  ,  pounced down silently  ,  made quick work of readjusting the cover  ,  pocketed her multi - purpose screwdriver  ,  and plunged into the shadowed corners of ominous bookcases  . 

minutes passed  ,  the incessant dongs of a grandfather clock the only audible sound in the room as eloquent fingers grazed over the dusted bindings of antique tomes and volumes  ,  searching for any records which may help her ascertain the identity of the elusive ringleader  .  she’d been in town not even for a week  ,  now  ,  and the enigma of aglæca plundered more into a paradoxical ontology than she’d anticipated  .  the parisienne  ,  however  ,  was determined to deduce  SOMETHING  ,  anything that resolved more queries than it arose  . 

though the cipher was making quick work of scanning each publication  ,  sea foam hues contextualizing each title as she paced down the elongated aisles  ,  only ceasing prematurely at the echoic reverberation of heels on tile which had bijou slipping behind one of the bookcases  ,  eyes straining to conceptualize a silhouette through the eclipsed darkness  .  she surfaced only at the sight and sound of katherine bishop  ,  rounding the eastern wing of the atheneum  ,  pausing only to snatch one of Eaglebert’s handwritten journals before finally materializing from the penumbra  .  «   a simple hello would suffice  ,  sugarplum  .  i would’ve appeared in an instant  .  save your salt for the mayor  ,  instead  .  that’s one person who’s impossible to track down  .  »     she followed the statement with a sigh  ,  blunt nails combing through chocolate waves as she gestures about the room  .  «   i’m glad you made it  ,  though  .  this place is colossal  ,  but there’s nothing really recent here                     i did find one of the old ringleader’s diaries  ,  but other than that  .  .  .    you think this new freak has a laptop or something  ?  a cellphone  ?  anything  u s e f u l  ?    »

              Katherine turned to the cipher, a sigh running down her lips as she came close and took the journal from her hands, curious eyes observing before opening it up. “Why do you want to track him down? I thought that keeping low was part of your PLAN.” Only then did she look back at her, a lazy hum ripping through the silence as she looked around. Bishop had little to no interest in helping uncover something devious about the said ringleader, as he had done NOTHING to her personally or threatened her in any way—or at least that’s what she thought; thus, her whole opinion on this was very fluid and easily pulled to either side, depending on which was more useful. Right now she was with Bijou only for the reason that there was no one else here, and it was convenient. Later? Who knew what could get to her head.               

              “Babydoll,” she chirped once the last word from her mouth fell, and gave back the journal, “I doubt he is a SAVAGE, so of course he has a piece of technology or two. But a man like that doesn’t just keep them for you to find. MY POINT is,” she cleared her throat, elegant lift of her shoulders as the woman turned on her heel, making a bigger distance between them with her precise steps. Was she counting them? It really did look so, and every step was as the other even though she wasn’t even LOOKING DOWN to compare. “If our dearest mayor doesn’t want to be found, you are not going to f i n d him, no matter what you do. Does anyone even KNOW what kind of power he possesses? Is he even a MUTANT?” From the stories she had already heard, Katherine could already make a list of her guesses, but even they wouldn’t matter much, nor would necessarily be true.               

                 Hands tightly locked behind her back, she let her gaze wander around and then stop at Bijou, a little crimson smile appearing in her lips—mock innocence in her features, theatricality pulsing through her veins. “To get him you need to leave a message. Now, I know I said I wouldn’t interfere much, but—” the curiosity was killing her, and it just had begun to seem even more interesting than before, “—I am willing to send it.” 

                   She pulled out a blade and took the book once again, not bothering to be gentle with the fragile, crumbling pages already going yellow. How OLD was he, anyway? Katherine didn’t stop to think twice, the decision was made in a nanosecond, knowing the consequences that could bring. She let the knife cut into her palm sharp, the sting making her merely flinch as she then clenched it into a fist and let it b l e e d all over the writings. “This is nothing, might as well LEFT it for us to find — we’re not the first ones to pull a stunt like this, that’s for sure. You want answers? You have to call the HEADMASTER himself. ..Let’s see what else he has here valuable enough to ruin.”

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sullivanmock:

clearliquors:

BOLD what applies to your muse.

PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.

class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure.

education: qualified / unqualified / studying.

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no.

FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated.

has a child or children / has no children / wants children.  

close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased.

orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s).

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded  / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between 

loyal / disloyal / in between.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown.

BELIEFS:

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic.

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in aliens: yes  / no / don’t know / don’t care.

religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.

philosophical: yes / no.

OPINIONS

pro-choice / anti-abortion /  doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-marriage / anti-marriage / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-death penalty / anti-death penalty  / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-drug legislation / anti-drug legislation / doesn’t know or on the fence.

left wing / right wing / middle / doesn’t know or on the fence.

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual.

sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable.

romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable.

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. 

other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

medicinal drugs: never / sometimes  / frequently / to excess. 

indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. 

splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

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♤ meme: 35@cxnnorbell

              They were perhaps the HARDEST words to pull out of her mouth, but keeping them in made her choke on a silent lie. It wasn’t as if she had formed some weird bond with the scientist, no; but still, for once she moved her gaze away from him as something resembling of GUILT reached and peeled into her rib cage. But it had to be done, ripped off in one quick move. Just spit it out, like poison, like venom sucked out of a wound. It hurt her pride, too, that she wasn’t capable of doing one thing she prized herself with, but it was not the MAIN ingredient in her distress. “I’m—sorry.”

             Her fingers found tiny screws to occupy themselves with, her hues on them, just to have an excuse. In truth, if she were really honest with herself, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to see Connor’s reaction, although she only assumed he had made peace with the fact a long time ago. For her? It was a touch different, and her throat swell with always hidden feeling creeping up to the surface of her features. He was one of the good guys, and by now she knew he had a little daughter running around him, with similarly curious look in her eyes—and could barely i m a g i n e how terrifying the reality must have been. “I can’t FIX you,” Katherine finally forced out, taking a deep breath and holding it in, “I can’t, and I’m—I am really sorry.. I’m going to,” she gestured vaguely behind her, meaning she was about to leave and, without another word Katherine turned, and left—the sound of her heels echoing and becoming faster with each second, before they disappeared completely behind shut door. 

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♤ bijou or evil jakey or both idk deal w/ it

♤ meme: 41@placebceffect

                             “I’ve always wanted to KILL someone.”

               Katherine turned around for icy blues to capture younger boy’s figure, blade in her hand as if it was PLACED there by someone rather than taken by her own free will. She clicked her tongue and let out a low hum, tilting her head in thought. The act was priceless, she could have gone and made an actress of out herself if everything else failed, but she much preferred to do this to anything else, and as slender fingers pressed themselves into the knife’s handle, it all became clear again. 

              “JUST kidding...” Sang out she, before a twisted grin appeared, parted maroon lips and flashed sharp white teeth the way a wild animal would bear its, “I have,” continued she after a teasingly long pause, “It’s just been a WHILE, and I have a lot of..pent up aggression I need to get off my chest.” Katherine shrugged, not bothering to move towards him. “Nothing personal. PINKY swear.” 

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placebceffect:

               he doesn’t cower away at the MENACING glare of the elder woman  ;  no  ,  this jacob hayes is vile  ,  vicious  ,  vindictive  .  he is everything one should fear  ,  he is everything the town  D O E S  fear   {  how they cower away at the mutilated bodies he leaves  ,  every night in his wake  ,  how the faces of the deceased remain agape  ,  a silent  ‘o’ in memoir of their screeching  .  .  .   }   ,  his visage then is the manifestation of evil  ,  with his sharp - toothed grin  , he could  ,  in another life  ,  be the reincarnate of Jack the Ripper  ;   but this stupid  ,  little boy shouldn’t be so lucky to be graced by that genius               no  .   he was  ,  instead  ,  merely a vessel  ,  a tool for chaos  .  and this bitch wouldn’t stand in his way any longer  . 

              ❝       m o v e  ,  katherine  .  i mean it  .    ❞   on a good night  ,  he would tolerate her  ,  it was clear maybe she was  B O R E D  and needed something to boil the blood in her veins  ,  adrenaline was an addictive sort of thing and her own amusement was the sole reason jacob hadn’t discarded her as of yet   {  aside from the inkling of control the humanity of the boy seemed to possess  ,  constantly refusing to submit entirely to  e v i l  }    ❝       you know how much i would enjoy you berating me with a chair  ,  but i have shit to do  ,  and you’re starting to bore me  .  so either shut up and come with  ,  or get the   f u c k   out   of my way  .    ❞   he sheathes the knife  ,  for now  ,  cracking neck echoing with the ominous hymn of breaking bones before he’s brushing passed the women towards the door  ;  a fraction of an instant away from going intangible and disappearing silently into the night  .   ❝                      or  ,  you find a way to entertain me  .  guess it depends how  d e s p e r a t e   you  are  .    ❞  

               Katherine hummed loudly, OBVIOUSLY feigning some deep thought, as if she really needed to decide whether or not to move out of a way of a SERIAL KILLER. But it was her, and normal people rules didn’t apply to how she acted, or what she did or didn’t. “I don’t really take ORDERS..I mean it.”

                She curled the corners of her mouth up with her response, feeling the adrenaline kick in. Slowly, it started as a tickle and then made home in the middle of her stomach, reaching for her heart. Katherine was fully aware that any given second he could have s l i t her throat in one precise move—but DAMN if it wasn’t anything but exciting.

              “E N T E R T A I N  you?” For a nano second there she seemed like she was actually considering it, but displeasure already had gotten its bitter taste in her mouth, and as he went past her, her expression switched. “I’ll ENTERTAIN you, alright,” she muttered under her breath before a silent buzz sound filled the air, and a taser was pressed into the boy’s side. She held it there for a few, not caring much whether he’d black out or just fall and shake it off after minute—and then gracefully made her way to where she saw a bottle of liquor. Would Katherine hit him in the head with it? Would she not waste the alcohol and drink it instead? Who knew. But with a tumbler in her hand and her weapon hidden, she turned back for electric blues to witness the BEAUTIFUL sight of before her, her fingers twitching with suspense. 

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madameviper:

Even though it sounded like perfectly ordinary advice, Marisol couldn’t help but think that Katherine’s words sounded almost cryptic. Like she was introducing a level of foreshadowing into real time. Marisol herself was always one for the straightforward answer, the quickest path between two points; she didn’t have time for cat & mouse games. She was at least thankful for the lack of bullshitting on Katherine’s part.

Around her hand, she could feel Banana move & flex, raising his head slightly as his tongue poked in & out, smelling the air between them. A soft h i s s came from him, & Marisol clicked her tongue, the viper quickly relaxing around her limb again.

— ❝ That… makes sense, ❞ Marisol mused aloud, eyes wandering down to the snake in her hand, ❝ Makes sense, sure, but I dunno if I’d be able to just. Not talk to them. I don’t think there’s been a day I haven’t said a word to them. That’ll be an aggravating day for all of us, I think. But… I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to try ? ❞

            Katherine gave her a light shrug. Even though she could guess what COULD possibly work in Marisol’s case, it wasn’t a fact. Mutations were unpredictable and fickle, and they worked in their own ways. All she could do was suggest a solution, but couldn’t promise it would really WORK. “Rome wasn’t built in a day. You could starve yourself of communication with your little friends and get your mind to react like that, or you could take it slow and take a couple of hours each day to try.” 

            She pressed her palms together and rubbed them in order to warm up before standing up right before Marisol. “Let me see..” She hummed as her quick fingers carefully drew lines and opened up the cage of the girl’s power without even touching her—all she could have felt was a little ticklish sensation—letting it breathe and explore, reach out and spread like a map of electric blues before her eyes in various codes and lines. After a few seconds of mumbling to herself and sighing under her nose, she pushed it back together and shrugged again. “To be completely honest with you, I haven’t met a LOT of zoolinguists, only a few — so my guess is the mute button should be pressed on BOTH sides, not just yours.”

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character aesthetics: katherine bishop.

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id rather fall in lava than fall in love