The Blonde Bomber

kickin ass since '41

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xmagnet-girlx:

Lorna would turn around after hearing someone say something giving the girl a smile thinking about it. “Alright i’ll dance with you lead the way to the dance floor and let’s get this party started.”

“Now that’s what I like to hear!” Zinda grabbed the woman’s hand and marched right to the floor. She spun around, smile lighting up her face as she started moving. “I tell ya, I didn’t think I’d have this much fun since that stupid curfew.” 

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“....And so the sailor goes ‘Listen darlin’ I’m not horny, I’m just homesick!” 

The small crowd that’s formed around her erupted in laughter, and Zinda drained her champagne glass. She was having a blast so far, but there was much more fun to be had before that stupid curfew. 

“Alright, who’s gonna ask me to dance with them first? Come on now, I’m sure one of you nice fellas can keep up,” she raised an eyebrow as she spotted someone walk past. 

“You! Yeah you, c’mon,” she said, “dance with me!” 

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ascintillatingwit:

The Avengers. God, how she loathed them. Still, she was trying to put the world back to how it was. They all wanted to to set things right so to her, she had to view this as a business opportunity. Keep things on a colleague level. After all, making friends wasn’t her strong suit unless she had an ulterior motive. Hell, she struggled with genuine relationships and emotional connections unless it was her students and even then she was reserved. She had distanced herself a little as she watched people mingle, observing them, sifting through thoughts that were important and utter nonsense. Emma sipped her champagne, like a lonesome queen watching over her subjects.

Zinda had never encountered a party too fancy to get thrown out of, but she was determined to be on her best behavior. It’s not her fault they were playing boring music, and it’s not her fault the DJ had such a foul little attitude, and it’s not her fault she had to go ahead and put him in his place. Whatever, she went somewhere to cool her jets before she turned this into a real party, complete with punches and broken furniture. She sulked over to the corner that had already been claimed, by the looks of it. 

“This shindig is a real snooze. You put in one teensy song request and they up and snap their cap.” 

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ofstorm:

“with this whole prison world, captured in a different universe thing? i never thought we’d actually have a party,” the blonde admitted, corners of her lips flashing the smallest of the miles at the other. 

“It’s the perfect time,” said Zinda, flashing an equally enthusiastic grin. “Craziest mess I’ve ever seen. And that’s sayin a lot. Sometimes you can’t do nothin’ but laugh. And oooh-” she grabbed (another) champagne glass off a waiter’s tray. “Get you one o’ these,” she winked. 

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mspepperpctts:

Pepper approached one of the servers, plucking an hors d'oeuvres off the side of the tray that was closer to her. She didn’t know what it was, but it was covered in cheese and seemed to have some kind of meat inside it. Popping it in her mouth, she released a soft noise; Tony sure did know how to design a menu. ( Of course, she had helped a little over the years. ) She noticed someone sidling up to the tray out of the corner of her eye and she stepped aside. “You have to try this,” she insisted. “I don’t know what it is, but it tastes divine.”

“You ain’t gotta tell me twice sister,” Zinda snorted, snatching up one of the little finger foods on display. She popped it into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. Then for good measure she grabbed another one. Zinda was rich (not Tony Stark rich, but still) but that was something she often forgot. Her tastes were basically the same as they were back then: as Texas as it got. 

“Needs some Tabasco,” she said after a minute. 

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❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞

Blinking several times, Zinda shook her head. As if that was going to clear away her thoughts, or her embarrassment. She was scared alright: her hands trembled, her whole body felt numb, her mind was a reel of flashing images. Daydreams, except scary. There were real words for this, she knew. Shell Shock, Battle Fatigue, Post Traumatic Stress. But she always found herself thinking of them as daydreams. She just needed a drink, was all. 

“...No, I didn’t see anythin’.” she muttered, honest and shamed both. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?” 

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​❝ what’s wrong? what did you see? ❞

Zinda’s jaw had dropped clean to the floor. One minute she was talking, telling Thor some colorful joke, the next her eyes had drifted up. The shine of the finish, that distant humming sound. She almost gasped in shock, and then her hand crushed her paper cup, coffee dripping down her fingers. 

“...That’s my jet!” 

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❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. ❞

“But can ya smell which way they went?” Zinda barked, reloading her weapon. Sure she was a bit shaken, who wouldn’t be after seeing some kind of mutant dog––alien––things run by. “Cause otherwise you need to keep your nose out of my business.” 

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❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞

“I’m happy to hear it, but we better get movin’ Wonder Woman,” Zinda walked up behind her, wishing she could let Diana have her moment. But she was on a tight schedule. “That was Oracle. Our window’s been cut from forty five minutes to thirty. Looks like I’ve got a jet to fly, and you got a few asses to kick.” 

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​❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞

“Don’t play coy with me, Skipper,” Zinda said cheerily, topping off Barbara’s coffee mug. “A night on the town is just what you need, and I’m gonna call those marines I bumped into the other day. Tall, dark, an’ handsome is definitely your type. 

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❝ please, just hear me out. ❞

“‘m not goin’ anywhere,” Zinda muttered. She’d stood up from her seat, but only to pace, not leave. This was Superman for crissakes, no matter how crazy this plan was shaping up to be. She walked back and forth, hands planted firmly on her hips. Finally though, she sat down. 

“Alright, lay it on me.” 

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THE    FIVE    SENSES     /      SENTENCE    STARTERS  .

some   may   be   nsfw   and   /   or   be   triggering.   

01    :     TOUCH .

❝ i love this [ FABRIC ], it feels satisfying. ❞

❝ your touch. it leaves me breathless. ❞

❝ your touch is unlike any other. ❞

​❝ have you ever felt anything more comfortable? ❞

❝ feel this. what does it feel like to you? ❞

❝ i wanted to see what it felt like. ❞

​❝ touch it. i dare you. ❞

​❝ you felt ice cold when i touched you. ❞

​❝ you feel warm to me. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of [ FABRIC ] against my skin. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your skin against mine. ❞

​❝ i would never touch anyone else. ❞

​❝ i love the feel of your hair between each of my fingers. ❞

​❝ don’t you dare touch me. ❞

​❝ i want to feel your lips against my own. ❞

​❝ i can feel your pulse. it jumped. ❞

​❝ let me give you a massage. ❞

❝ you feel like home to me. ❞ 

02     :      TASTE .

❝ i love the taste of you. ❞

❝ i can never forget that taste. ❞

❝ fair warning, it does have a bitter taste. ❞

​❝ no offense, you just aren’t my taste. ❞

❝ can i have a taste of that? ❞

❝ i have yearned for the taste of your lips. ❞

​❝ that tasted pretty good actually. ❞

​❝ it just left a really bad taste in my mouth so no thanks. ❞

​❝ nothing taste better than chocolate. ❞

​❝ i’ve got something you might want to taste. ❞

​❝ i will forever savor that taste. ❞

​❝ blood has such a metallic taste. ❞

​❝ my taste buds are mad at me after eating that. ❞

​❝ how’s it feel to get a taste of your own medicine? ❞

​❝ you didn’t even taste it. ❞

​❝ trust me, you’ll want to taste this. ❞

​❝ i think it has a bit of bitter sweet taste. ❞

❝ so you tasted it, did you like it? ❞

03     :      SIGHT .

❝ i see you. ❞

❝ i’ve never seen things so clearer than i do now. ❞

❝ it’s too dark, i can’t see anything. ❞

​❝ how can you see anything? it’s pitch dark. ❞

❝ i’ve looked close enough and i see you for what you are. ❞

❝ please, just look at me. ❞

​❝ stop staring at me like that. ❞

​❝ get that light out of my face. ❞

​❝ it’s so bright outside today. ❞

​❝ what’s wrong? what did you see? ❞

​❝ you’re scared, you must have saw something. ❞

​❝ what i saw, you’ll never believe me. ❞

​❝ i’ve never seen you before. ❞

​❝ have we seen one another before? ❞

​❝ you see me for what i truly am. ❞

​❝ i didn’t see anything. ❞

​❝ did you see that? ❞

❝ i can’t believe my eyes. ❞

04     :      SOUND .

❝ shhh, i just heard something. ❞

❝ did you hear that? ❞

❝ what is that sound? ❞

​❝ i missed the sound of your voice. ❞

❝ do you hear me? stay away from me. ❞

❝ i hear you, loud and clear. ❞

​❝ i’m sorry, what was that? i didn’t hear you. ❞

​❝ i’ve heard that sound before. ❞

​❝ you didn’t hear anything at all? ❞

​❝ can you hear what they’re saying? ❞

​❝ aw, i love the sound of music. ❞

​❝ i never said i could hear them. ❞

​❝ wait, hear that? something is coming. ❞

​❝ i could hear screams … ❞

​❝ i heard you all the way upstairs. ❞

​❝ you didn’t just hear that? that sound? that noise? ❞

​❝ trust me, you’re going to want to hear this. ❞

❝ please, just hear me out. ❞

05     :      SMELL .

❝ what is that smell? ❞

❝ i have missed your smell. ❞

❝ you smell nice. ❞

​❝ it’s unlike anything i’ve smelled before. ❞

❝ i smell the food cooking from here. ❞

❝ do you smell that? ❞

​❝ how are you able to smell that? ❞

​❝ no offense but it really smells. ❞

​❝ it’s starting to smell. ❞

​❝ tell me, you’ve smelled this before. ❞

​❝ i know that smell, it’s the smell of lies. ❞

​❝ i can smell you from here. ❞

​❝ are you smelling me? ❞

​❝ i missed the smell of your hair. ❞

​❝ i need to step away, get some fresh air. ❞

​❝ do you smell that? that’s the smell of freedom. ❞

​❝ i could never erase your smell. ❞

❝ i can smell the fear on you from here. ❞

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ladyfought:

            IT’S  THE  THIRD  NIGHT  IN  A  ROW       that  muscular  frame  has  found  itself  half - draped  over  bar  that’s  uncomfortably  sticky   — -   ringed  digits  wrap  indelicately  around  glass     (   and  there’s  POWER  in  knowing  that  one  flex  of  careless digits  is  all  it  takes  to  send  razored  shards  of  glass  careening  round  dingy  inhabitance   ;    leave  the  place  a  damn  death  trap  if  she  cares  for  it    )    that’s  verging  on  empty  yet  again.  

 NUANCE  HAS  YET  TO     grip  hold  of  the  goddess    ;    no  subtle  nudge  forth  of  a  bereft  tumbler,  no  sly  nod  to  a  bartender  that  seems  puzzled  as  to  how  and  why  she’s  not  sprawled,  lackadaisical  and  lamentable,  across  whatever  surface  is  closest.  she’s  BARELY  buzzing,  if  she’s  to  be  perfectly  candid,  but  quiet  humdrum  that  grows  in  size  has  piqued  pigments  flicking  towards  blonde  curls  and  brawny  frames,  and  she  can’t  FIGHT  the  sigh  that  finds  itself  emitted.

           ❝     MIDGARDIAN  MEN.  FOOLS.     ❞      side  comment  is  muttered  under  quick  issue  of  breath,  aimless  but  laced  tight  with  the  kind  of  rancor  that  so  easily  forms  upon  plush  roseates  but  impulse  oscillates  through  sanguinary  tracts,  and  it’s  impossible  to  stay  away  from  her  calling.  it’s  hardly  two  long  strides  forth  towards  newly - created  scene,  and  somewhere  in  between  a   crafty  grin  pulls  at  parted  brims.     ❝     i’ve  always  found  it  AMUSING,  how  men  target  women.  women  really  are  so  much  quicker   — -     ❞  cue  a  swift  roundhouse,  accompanied  by  chuckle  that  almost  borders  on  malevolent   — -     ❝     so  much  more  SHREWD.     ❞     she’s  never  been  THIS  talkative,  but  it’s  so  much  fun  to  watch  hues  widen  in  maelstrom,  in  FUROR.     ❝     they  always  think  they’re  so  CLEVER,  so  brilliant,  until  they’re  proved  wrong,  regardless  of  WHAT  planet  you’re  on.   ❞

Trash talk, then figure out a way to escape. That’s always been the Zinda Blake way, at least. Show no weakness to the enemy, no tears or begging or any of that crap. And eventually you’d figure out a way out of the scrape before you got yourself blown to smithereens. 

The guys kept questioning her, taunting her (and now that she thought about it, one of them looked an awful lot like one who Helena’d been tracking. Maybe they’d go a’huntin’ soon). Zinda kept spitting back threats and curses. There was the gun in her face, which was a problem. And the arm around her neck, which could tighten at an awful angle at a moment’s notice. Not to mention the goober in front of her; who knows what weapons he had, or how quick she’d react. She could do this. Gun, Neck, Goober. Or should she do Neck, Goober, Gun? 

Well, the choice was made for her when a kick sent Gun flying clear across the room. Zinda grabbed Neck’s arm for leverage and kicked Goober in the knee. As the mystery woman grabbed another one, Zinda tried to get a better look at her. What, another Amazon??? 

“Amen sister!” she said, and with a howl went about disarming the rest of the sad sacks. Gosh but she was having fun, a real all out bar brawl with some pretty hefty backup to boot. “Golly, what do we have here?” She held up the gun with a menacing grin before unloading the bullets. It was going to be much more satisfying to use her hands. 

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@arcbled

There were probably channels she could have gone through: Barbara and her unbelievable databases that she updated daily, or maybe even the Justice League since she was on a non-curtseying basis with Wonder Woman. But that would take time, and that was one thing Zinda didn’t have. Kang had already wreaked enough havoc with the prison break, and he had all the marks of a man just getting started. 

So she made herself sharp (hair curled, lipstick bright, uniform to the exact standard) and waited until she saw Tony Stark exit the New Avengers Compound. Now would have to be as good a time as any. 

“Mr. Stark!” she called, walking quickly to approach him. “Mr. Stark. I’m Lady Blackhawk, with the Birds of Prey. I need help, and you’re just the fella to get the job done. Your propulsion systems alone....” She stuck out her hand to shake. “It’s a matter of well, inter-dimensional security.”

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@ladyfought

It was the middle of the night, and Zinda was looking for trouble. Sometimes the memories hummed under her skin, the fire of battle and the water all around her. One minute she was under a torrent of bullets, unsure if she would survive. The next she was drowning, and knew she wouldn’t. 

In the spirit of fighting for justice, she spent time snooping in the bars she frequented (and really, she was there often enough. Might as well), trading information and keeping up with the organized crime families. Small stuff compared to Kang, but they couldn’t get sloppy just because of Chronopolis. 

Everything had gone fine until she pushed a little too far, and suddenly she was being surrounded. She got a few punches in before they caught her, and then she was in a tight spot.

 “Well fellas,” she began, “Maybe we best just go our separate directions before someone gets hurt. I’m not known for giving out million dollar wounds.” 

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lcthaltouch:

Chronopolis. Rogue has heard some off-beat things in her time but collecting a bunch of cities to make your own and having the gall to name it Chronopolis… now that was amusing, if anything. “Ah reckon - whoever he is - is a lil’ too big for his britches.” Her words are followed by a sigh. She continues to listen to the other, a slight smirk taking shape to her lips. “Gotham, ah think ah’ve heard of it. Sounds familiar, anyway.” She shoots a glance over her shoulder. At Zinda’s question, a shrug rolls off of her shoulders. “Not at the present moment. Ah’ve yet to look t’see if Xavier’s made it’s way here. S’all been a lil’ overwhelming, if ah’m bein honest. Ah kinda just came t’the first thing ah saw. An’ this was it.” 

Zinda nodded. This gal needed help in the way that everyone did those first few chaotic days. Find your family, regroup, figure out where you’re gonna stay. Realize that no one––not the best heroes around––no how to stop it yet, and find a way to accept that. Zinda was confident she could help Anna Marie with the first part, but it was everything else that would be a struggle. 

She’d make sure Anna Marie had somewhere safe––her own apartment was certainly large enough––and start calling her contacts to see where her kinfolk might have landed. But for now, she wanted to look at the lake just a little longer, pretend just a few moments more. If she concentrated hard enough, Anna Marie could be any girl she knew back in Texas, back when things were truly normal. 

“We’ll find them,” she said confidently. “Don’t worry yourself too much. One thing Kang wants is for everyone to join his lil party. And one thing I’m good at is finding people.” 

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atkarazorel:

“Well, I have a plan.” Kara did but it was a stupid one. It was not exactly a plan, more like an act out of desire she wanted to execute. “I want to kidnap one of them and demand answers like how the hell are going to get away from this place.” She said before giving out a sigh. “But I’m not even sure if those guards are humans. My x-ray vision doesn’t work on their suit. They probably have Kryptonite in case I go ballistic on them.” Out of frustration, she rolled her eyes her vision caught a sight a few guards near the area. “Should we follow them?”

“Geez kid,” she said. “And I thought Texans were a couple plates short of a picnic. You Kryptonians sure don’t hold back now do ya? Kidnapping, Jesus,” she shook her head. It’s not that kidnapping a guard was out of the question per se, but they had to work up to that. 

“Yeah, we can follow them but do not engage yet. We’ve got a bunch more questions than answers, and we need to fix that.” 

They began walking, Zinda being extra careful and Kara walking––well, kinda like she was Supergirl. They could work on that later. “Say,” she said as they headed down the street. “What happens if you don’t follow the curfew rule anyway?”