I will show you strength

The executioner's axe falls on us all, and when it does we are no more. Less than a memory I am the Electric Ghost, and when the time comes you shall know my real name when you utter it as your last words.

[0bliv-i0n]

I'd love it if even one person did this

[the-electric-ghost-blog]

Go on ANON and tell me what you think of me. I do not want to know who it is, at all. Don’t tell me who it is, don’t give me hints, don’t say your screen name. Tell me exactly what you think of me. Don’t sugarcoat things. Don’t lie. If you hate me, tell me why. Tell me what I’m doing wrong. If you like me, tell me why. Tell me exactly what you think of me.

[the-electric-ghost-blog]

((sometimes I wonder why I even have RP blogs no one RPs with me and I just. I suck. ._. I now have four RP blogs and they're all just... womp womp.  I really feel like I'm just not good enough to be one of the cool people, and the characters I pick are so minor or insignificant like "what's the point?" but i love my muses but just... agh))

[i-walk-from-my-machine-deactiva]

I want your hot, dirty, smut anon inside my ask.

[the-electric-ghost-blog]

And if I’m too embarrassed to post it, you win.

[23rdweapon]

Laura got up without so much as a word and crossed the room, making her way to the bookshelf. She sifted through the numerous titles that were organized on the shelves, not looking for anything in particular, but any one that would catch her attention. 

After a moment of contemplation, her fingers stopped on an old copy of Alice in Wonderland. She had heard small pieces of the novel in years prior, but had never read from the beginning. As she pulled it from the shelf and turned back to make her way to the couch, Laura looked to Tesla, her eyes showing a spark of interest. “I am a little hungry."

[the-electric-ghost-blog]

Tesla nodded and smiled as she put a pot to boil on the stove for pasta.  She watched the girl grab a book from the shelf, she noticed it was her old copy of Alice In Wonderland she had managed to smuggle into the Orphanage during her training.  She smiled fondly remembering how the story helped her get through her miserable time.

"I hope you don't mind, I'm making pasta." Tesla poured the sauce into a smaller pot and set in on a low simmer.  "There's another room in the back next to mine, a bit cramped I need to move some boxes and such out of there.  Other than that the room is yours."

[23rdweapon]

Laura’s face was blank as she observed the woman, watching her for a few moments more after she had made her suggestion. The surroundings were different for the girl. They weren’t picturesque like she remembered from the various stories her mother would sneak in to read to her, but they also were a far cry from the laboratory and Big Daddy’s place. 

She turned and made her way to the couch, sitting rigidly in the middle of the cushions. She wasn’t unfamiliar with television and had learned how to work the remote, but that didn’t mean she had much desire to watch it. Nothing she ever saw on there caught her attention for very long. She looked down to the remote for a moment before turning her attention back to Tesla, watching her put away the groceries.

[the-electric-ghost-blog]

Tesla knew TV wasn't the best distraction, but it was readily available. "Alright, since mindless crap on television isn't your thing, how about a book?" She gestured over to the large book shelf by her work desk.

The girl was quiet, not wanting to speak. But then again, who would want to speak about the horrors they'd been through?  Tesla didn't want to bring it up yet, but eventually it would need to be brought up.

"Are you hungry? Tired?" Tesla sighed, she didn't expect this to be easy.  "...Do you want to talk about it?" She ran her fingers through the stubble of her side shave.

[the-electric-ghost-blog]

Tesla set the bag of groceries down on the counter, her apartment was simple and modest.  She glanced over at the girl still uncomfortably standing watching her put away the food.  Tesla knew from experience and dealing with other victims like Laura that making them relaxed and feel safe was the first priority.  No scumbag was going to hurt her; Tesla made a promise, and she never breaks promises.

"Go sit down on the couch, I'm sure you know how to work a tv remote." She smirked.

"I just bought a few things, snacks and whatever else you teens like to eat. I figured Chef Boyardee is easy enough and you can't set the kitchen on fire by following instructions on a microwaveable container."

[jasonlatour-deactivated20181230]

The initial designs of Tesla Tarasova that  I submitted along with the pitch for WINTER SOLDIER: THE ELECTRIC GHOST. Nic Klein pushed and refined things to suit the real hard work that was drawing the story from here. 

[comradecourt]

[soldatzimy-archive]

His reply was a bemused scoff.  Because… When James had touched the cube, after Tesla had shot them backward through time and even then, he’d refused the opportunity to undo some of his worst crimes in the chance that he could dispatch of his former commanding officer, he hadn’t.  There were times, true… He would have given anything, his soul, if it still remained anywhere within his body, to go back and reset his past.  

But when faced with it… 

James had touched that cube and used it as a chance to go back and spend just one moment more… 

With her.  

But the rest of her soliloquy went appreciated and echoed.  He knew the feeling of not knowing his true self.  It was the root and the cause of his journey.  Ever step he now took was searching and seeking for something out there to define who he really was.  

"Yeah," came his paltry response. 

"So, what are you tryin’ to say?" he asked, thumbing at the line of his jaw as he shifted in his seat.  "You wanna work together on this or somethin’?" 

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Tesla narrowed her eyes as he scoffed.  "Don't try and act superior, you have no reason to look down on me.  You have just as much blood on your hands as I do." The nerve. 

"I suppose that would be smart." Tesla nodded.

"I've tried to gather information on the others, but everything goes cold. They made sure not to leave a paper trail."  She pinched the bridge of her nose rubbing.  "Bastards..."

[the-electric-ghost-blog]

(stop me I'm having a bad idea)

[the-electric-ghost-blog]

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((Ahhh anyone who takes the time to RP with me is my senpai ;O;  but my number one senpai is winterredemption who is A++ and ahhhh I feel so unworthy and lame womp womp))

[memeinthevoid]

Munday Symbols

❤ - Any tumblr senpais ❣ - An unpopular opinion I have ⋆ - A ship I have with my character ❧ - A ship I have with your character ✗ - A ship I can’t stand ☒ - A fact about the mun ☑ - A fact about the character ✾ - Why I chose my character ◎ - Relationship status ❂ - Post a picture of myself ☄ - My opinion of you

[the-electric-ghost-blog]

Smooch! ((sooo ooc but I dont even care :P have fun))

The club was smoky, and bright.  Too bright, all the flashing lights trying to distract from all the nefarious drug dealers and pimps that cruised around the club trying to find new workers or clients.

Tesla’s eyes focused on the girl sitting beside her, she was quiet, but not much needed to be said when she knew what position the girl was in.  She had heard about the girl, only by label, X-23.  Heard whispers from her superiors, and then nothing.  As if the girl had managed to disappear.  Once Tesla had broken free from Father Hammer she was curious about the girl, that all led her here, to a seedy downtown club in New York.

"What is your name?" Tesla leaned close to the girl, keeping her eyes on the pimp and his thugs across the room.

"…Laura."

"Do they hurt you?"

"…Yes"

"I’ll take care of them."

"Thank you." The girl placed a chaste kiss on her cheek, Tesla nodded smiling at the girl.

"Sampling the merchandise, lady?" The pimp sneered as he called out to her. 

Tesla smirked as she approached the table of thugs. “Something like that…" 

Laura watched as Tesla snapped her fingers, the men writhed in pain crawling on the floor, banging their fists on the table like apes.  Another snap and it was all over, the idiots were dead, their internal organs twisted like pretzels.  The prostitutes and other club members fled in fear.

Tesla gave a nod to Laura. “Let’s get out of here."

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Smooch

Tesla doesn’t remember much falling through space, the wind rushing through her ears.  A deafening roar, adrenaline pumping through her veins.  Bucky’s hand wrapped tight around hers, she looked up at him her eyes wide with fear.  Tesla panicked as the outline of the ocean came into view, her body slammed into the water like a ton of bricks. The wind knocked out of her as she sank into the water, her fingers intertwined with the metal hand of the arm she clutched onto desperately. Tesla holds onto his hand for as long as she can but then slips.  She sinks deeper and deeper.

Weak and tired, she wanted to give up.  Let the water take her.  …But then, panic set in.  Tesla eyes opened wide as she breathed in a mouth full of sea water, quickly she highjacked the power source of the arm, she managed to propel up to the surface, gasping and choking for air.  Lucky for her she knew how to swim and a fishing boat was near by.

As the two fisherman pulled Tesla on board she looked out into the water, random debris floating in the water.  She knew he made it.

"One hell of a plane crash, eh lady?  Lucky you made it out alive."

"I suppose." She shrugged, drying herself off with an old towel covered in holes.

"Anyone else make it?"

"Maybe."  Tesla pursed her lips, tasting the salty sea water and something else… 

"Together we have a chance, take it with me."

Bucky presses his lips against hers, for a moment it feels like time stands still.  Her eyes are closed waiting for the explosion to come, his real hand grasped her hand tightly and…  

Boom.

[cittamemes]

Send "Smooch!" for a reaction to my muse suddenly being kissed by yours.

[soldatzimy-archive]

Idiot. 

For some reason, he was laughing.  It was strange and brittle, uncertain as it worked its way up his throat unbidden before hanging in the air between them.  This… conversation— because that’s what this was— was so out of place, as though they were long lost friends and not adversaries. 

But that was their relationship, wasn’t it?  

There was a connection there, regardless of how broken Tesla was at his hand.  They both had been made into monsters as a product of their upbringing.  Tyrants at work were meant to be unseated; James would help her if it meant righting his wrongs. 

Unconsciously, he fiddled with the folded sleeve.  Thinking it odd that he still felt the odd phantom urge to use the limb though it wasn’t there, James considered her offer.  

"I dunno.  No offense… We aren’t exactly friends." 

[the-electric-ghost-blog]

"Ah yes, I understand." There was an awkward atmosphere between the two of them, she felt she needed to explain herself, or at least try to.

"Listen, I know we aren't friends but...  I need you to understand.  Things are put in perspective when you free fall into the atmosphere from space." Her brow furrowed as her lips pursed.  

"When everything you've built that you thought was the right way to go about changing things was wrong all along.  It makes you rethink your purpose, what you want to be known for." Tesla shifted uncomfortably, it was a touchy subject for her.  She didn't like admitting she was wrong, Tesla was too proud of a woman to do that.  This was as close as she would get to coming forward with her mistakes.

"I was selfish, yes, but understand that you would have done the same in my position.  Who wouldn't want to change the past when all their life has been filled with internal suffering having to mask your true feelings and everything that made you... You." She paused.  

"It's... Hard trying to find out who you really are when you never even knew yourself.  When you are raised and taught to be the best and get to the top by any means necessary, you create a shell, a wall, between yourself and people.  I guess you can say the wall is broken." Tesla swallowed thickly.

"That cube contained all of my memories, reliving them like that... ...I just wanted to make them all pay for what they did."

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