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────── ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ ── 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔬𝔰 «, a 21+, mixed media multimuse blog;;; featuring various either oc or cc, * && placed in various universes. mature subjects may apply *&& are tagged • crossover, au, multiship friendly • 29 yo mun • high activity
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I lost my dad once...because of people hunting him for just wanting to live his life after his accident. You can talk to Natasha if you want but I'm going after him. I'm bringing him home. Not just for me but for my Step-Mom and my baby sister. Becca didn't like bringing up her family but she needed Wanda to understand how dire this was.
And when I do find him, because I will...and I come back and I find out Natasha had anything to do with this? No one will save her from me.
Becca said through clenched teeth, her eyes glowing bright green like Bruce's did just before he started to transform.
Wanda could understand the eagerness of going after family. She had lost all of hers, and if she could, she would go after them incessantly. But those, she couldn't bring back.
"Becca, I'm telling you I think it's dangerous, but if you know you're gonna find your father, do go after him. I know I would go after my family if I could." She holds Becca's hands, trying to soften her anger.
"But hold your emotions when it comes to Natasha. You know she has something going on with your father, and she would never know he's in danger and not tell anyone if she had an idea where he went." She tries, even though Rebecca's feelings seem not to settle down.
"I hope you find him, I do. But do be careful. You have not the slightest idea of where he could've gone."
minimally plotted starter for @thoughtchaos
Two years...at least here it had been two years. Turns out time doesn't work the same way on every planet but...that wasn't the point right now. The point was she was back, and things were...tense. She was different now. Physically she looked different. Tan skin, she had a slightly more muscular build. Becca wasn't the same. Her green hair held back with a crown like headband...and a dagger on a belt at each hip.
There was a sense of erratic worry under her skin, she knew something was coming, something that would change everything...but right now all she cared about, was seeing her friend...so when she called out her voice sounded foreign to her own ears saying a name she hadn't spoken in far too long. ...Wanda?
Wanda listens to someone call her name on her south. She turns and looks. Its Becca, Bruce's daughter. She hasn't heard of her for ages, literally, since Becca left after her father.
Rebecca encounters Wanda at her worst. Dealing with the loss of Vision, her children, the whole Westview ordeal, dwelling in the Darkhold, chasing power. Just as Becca was different, so was Wanda. Wanda was now leaning more evil than before, and of that she knew. She knew she wasn't good for being friends with anyone at that moment, she would most likely disappoint them, or worst, get them in danger.
"Rebecca." Wanda greeted her, softly. "You're back. I wasn't expecting to see you here, in fact, anyone." She looks down, her expression leans to sadness. The weight of evilness comes with the soft but heavy veil of solitude.
"I should warn you, I'm not the same Wanda you met years ago. You should keep your distance. It's better this way." Wanda was deep down hoping Rebecca would disregard her warnings and get closer, help. That's all Wanda needed and nobody showed up with friendly intent, for a long time.
Technically I took this class my freshman year but with fast tracking my Doctorate I needed to take it for touch up to work on my thesis. So if you ever get stuck, I'd be happy to help. Becca offered as she shouldered her backpack, gesturing for Eve to lead the way.
Eve put her backpack on her back as she smiled at Becca. She didn't want to seem overly excited but having a senior help her would be incredible for her development, not to count she would be able to get hints here and there from Becca's thoughts, && not to count that she'd have a pretty looking classmate to work with.
Eve leads the way, she starts walking slowly towards the hallway. "It's gonna be so much help, it's still one of my first classes... I'm learning so much in the past few months, but I struggle a bit with complex chemistry."
When they got to the door, Eve opened it and let Becca go in first, as a gentle gesture. Eve followed, trying to find a desk they both could sit together. "There!" She exclaims to Becca, hoping they would be together during class. "I wanna sit next to you, c'mon!"
⸻ ⛧ 𝘚𝘖 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘠 𝘞𝘌𝘙𝘌 𝘚𝘛𝘐𝘊𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 the story of evil spirits. Whether they were mystical or physical did matter, but it would seem that she was relatively desperate one way or another. He could work with a generic protection crystal. If any piece of kyber could ever be considered generic. Looking behind him, he confirms with his eyes that he did still have a couple in stock. A Seeker would do just fine, & it was likely more budget-friendly than what someone else might want to use it for.
❝ I have this. ❞ Slowly standing, & slipping his arm out from her hold, he reaches up to pull a necklace from where it sat on display. The band was of a reinforced metal alloy, generally unbreakable to prevent theft. Sunken into a casing was a light pink crystal of a size slightly larger than what might be considered dainty. Letting it rest against his palm, he shows her but is sure to keep a firm grip on it should she try to snatch it away. ❝ This should help you be sensitive to what might go on around you. The price is eighteen thousand, birthday girl. ❞
Eyes rake over her, not because he was willing to give in to her dramaticisms but in an attempt to gauge whether she could really afford it. Maybe she was spoiled. Perhaps she had money, though this was where many would leave rather defeated. Kyber, after all, was not cheap regardless of what it was used for. ❝ Do you have it? ❞ he asks with doubt.
The piece was bright and shiny on his hand, beautiful, and she wanted to have it. As she was instructed to do, and also as a little gift for herself. She just loves pink sparkly things.
"This is beautiful, Casimir." She leans forward to observe the piece, as he sets the price. "Eighteen thousand? That's a little much..." She complains, not that she didn't have the money, but she didn't want to spend all her credits. The Black Sun wasn't reimbursing her for the deal, so she might as well get it cheaper.
"I'll do seventeen and you give me a henna tattoo for my birthday." She tries to settle the deal, though, as money hungry as Casimir seems by his price tag, it would be a close call.
"Deal?"
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♡ — when nolan agreed it felt like her first real win of the evening. her smile , accompanied by a slow nod as she answers. “ mhm , among other things. ” her roommate really didn't play around when it came to drinking , they practically had enough booze stashed in the kitchen to open their own bar.
once they make it inside her brows briefly twitched at his comment , it was almost enough to arouse her suspicions. but that was the trouble with letting a man into your apartment , all of them had to potential to kill you. although kana hardly worried much about it , considering she always tended to be the bigger threat. what they had in strength she easily made up for in skill.
they hardly make it out of the hall before he's asking her for directions the bathroom , to which she gladly advises. in the mean time she makes her way to the living room , silver hues gracing the rottweiler curled up on the large pet bed beside the tv unit. his tail wagging lazily , as she signals him to stay put instead of greeting her.
by the time nolan returns , she was in the open-plan kitchen , overlooking the living space with his glass in hand. “ not yet , ” she confirms playfully as she moves to meet him , handing over the glass of scotch. “ but i wouldn't hate hearing you say it again~ ” her gaze lingers on him , like she were testing him. part of her was curious to see how far he would go without her prompting him first.
“ is your place far from here ? ” she asks , making light conversation as she turns back to take her own glass from the counter to sip on. kana didn’t plan to drink much , but a little wine wouldn’t hurt.
"I could say you look even better than when we last met..." He picks up the glass of scotch from her hands, slowly, letting their fingers linger in touch. He takes a look down her body, wanting to appreciate his prey.
He stays still in his position after picking up the glass, not backing up from her presence. "I live on 14th, close to the park." A small silence between them takes place while he decides where to go next.
"And you..." He gets closer, his hands now begin to reach for Kana's back. "You are living inside my mind ever since our last kiss..." That wasn't true. Kana had been but a fling to Nolan, as all of them are. But maybe that would work in his advantage, to play with her heart. For him, the end justifies the means. And, as of now, he was ready to play with his catch.
“i’ve hit people for less.”(eve or wanda, again!)
"Probably don't do anything you'll regret, everyone has their personal nightmare."
A brutal death that was clearly done by a vampire. That was what Baldwin had said just before telling them to stay out of it. Perhaps if it had been the only reported death by vampire, Isabella would have listened to her older brother. But not like this.
Keeping a low profile was hard when one had the genes of a de Clermont. With her father having been described to look as a greek god and her mother looking like a runway model, it was hard not to draw attention to her. Still, Isabella tried to go unnoticed.
What she hadn’t anticipated was the thorough work of the police. But there was no turning back. Shoving her hands into the pockets of her black coat, she took a look around, looking for anything unusual. She tried to make out any scents but she was unsuccessful, she needed to get closer.
Seeing a man at work, right where the murder must have happened, Isabella accepted that this was where she had to go – and that she would need to lie.
With the hint of a smile, she approached him. “And yet here I am,” she replied a little playfully. “I only have a few questions for you.” She took a quick look at the ground where the crime had happened.
“Can you tell me anything about the victim?”
Nolan was skeptical about this woman, she appeared out of nowhere to a crime scene, and now is asking questions? That's what cocky murderers do to show off. Although, she really did not look like a killer, Nolan would notice. She looked more like she knew something about it, but wasn't really connected to the murder itself.
"Are you FBI? The news?" He can't help but look up and down the woman, admiring her beautiful form. Even on the job, his gauge for available women was always on track. Maybe he could catch this one.
"I'm sorry, lady, we can't discuss any details with onlookers, but if you tell me who you are, I'm sure we can figure something out. All I have to tell you is that it's gruesome in there, I would not suggest you come any closer." He tried to make her safe from the horrifying sight.
⸻ ⛧ 𝘚𝘏𝘌 𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘐𝘝𝘌𝘚 𝘊𝘖𝘊𝘒𝘠 & 𝘍𝘜𝘓𝘓 𝘖𝘍 pride. It is, technically, the makings of an apprentice of the Dark Side. Yet, she cannot forget her place. This much he is to be sure of. Seeing her in person, he can he better assess the Force within her... whether it was strong or true. He cannot deny that it was not there, but that does not mean she was worthy despite the long way in which she had come.
❝ Space travel is not something to boast about here. ❞ Ren was more than well versed in piloting. ( in addition to all the pilots and mechanics throughout the galaxy ) He tested the finest vessels in the First Order & created his own schematics for his own TIEs, most of which never made it out of the prototype phase due to his constant tweaking. Though, of course, traveling between galaxies could be warranted some praise, but Wanda had not yet earned it.
Raising a gloved hand in gesture towards the ruins of what use to be a large fortress that once served as a lava dam, ❝ This was once the fortress of my predecessor. One so strong in the Force he had been believed to be the Chosen One, destined to bring balance in one way or another. His empire fell thirty standard years ago. Yet it seems this planet has been healing since then. Still, the dark side is strong here. Do you feel it? ❞
Ren has never been one for pleasantries. He was ready to cut to the chase & to begin. After all, this was not necessarily priority. But the teachings of the Dark Side were meanet to live on. Reserved only for those worthy of it.
She was seeking on Ren, answers of her own. What was her connection to the Force, which she definitely feels there. Her powers are easier to use, to control, she felt it just by flying over to Ren.
“But I didn't mean the travel, honestly, that thing works on it's own.” She points to the Guardian's ship."My boasting was about my flight, did you not see?" She looks down, as if showing him what she did, with slow but expressive movement of her hands, pointing to the ground she was barely touching.
"I definitely feel my powers stronger here. I can do this..." Wanda mentally lifts a few rocks from the earth, making them circle around her face, doing hand movements to guide the stones. "And this is like nothing to me." She released the stones and they fell back on the ground.
"Though I assume theres much, much more for me to learn. I feel like the Force mingles with my magick and I feel stronger than how I feel in my own planet. I don't know how this works yet, but I'm here to learn everything." She put her hands to the front, closing them as someone who closes an argument, to let Kylo know she was there to listen, she was not there to show off — though she wanted to make Kylo understand she was not weak with the Force, she has it in her, she just doesn't know how to use it to it's fullest potential.
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The moonlight was shining on the balcony of the latest grand party in town, where the wealthy go to network, drink, look for dates, and usually do shady deals. Nolan was there for a crime boss he was chasing, and also, for the eventual lady.
The man he was looking for was sitting with a bunch of his business partners around, he wasn't moving any time soon. Nolan's attention turned to the room around him, the flickering lights, the smell of mixed perfume and alcohol, the light breeze coming from the outside.
In the flick of a moment or two, the crowd opened up to the bar. A lady, in a beige embroidered dress, petite, blonde, beautiful, showed up like she was shining amongst all the people. That was his catch for the night.
He made his way to the woman, passing through a couple dozen people on the way. Her smell was becoming more present with the shrinking distance, as he finally got close.
He leans over and softly whispers in her ear. "You smell like trouble and expensive perfume. That's rarely a coincidence."
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It was a chaotic scene. Nolan has been working with the FBI for years, and this was one of the most gruesome murders he ever witnessed.
There was blood everywhere, the place was messy like there had been a struggle, and the victim laid lifeless on the floor. Pale, almost purple-ish. Later, the autopsy would reveal the body was mostly empty of blood.
Nolan concentrates on a double puncture mark separated by an inch on the victim's neck, a wound none of the investigators had noticed, and Nolan wouldn't point it out to them either. That was information to keep to himself.
He stands up from the body and looks outside. There's a woman standing just outside the police line, like waiting for some update from the police.
She stood tall in a long black coat, neatly dressed for an occasion such as this. Even in his workplace, Nolan was a woman's man, and he would definitely go try to understand what that beautiful woman was doing there in such a horrible scene.
He approaches her, notes still on hand, looks her body from the bottom up, makes sure that she knows he's looking at her.
"This is an awful crime scene, lady. You shouldn't be here." He's serious, but still trying to come off flirtatious.
INTRODUCING: 𝒥𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒫𝓇𝒾𝒸𝑒; a 25 yo dancer && stripper (call her up) working @ private parties, affiliated with the Saint Sinner club. mature themes apply, beware. all tagged.
Jade is a dancer, likes sparkly things, wears the finest clothes and has some kind of money, even though she works at cheap places, she just likes it. She gets real money from extra services, for the fun of it. She can become unseen at places when she activates her powers, it's just like nobody notices she is there, making her an incredible spy. She is not affiliated though with any organization. She overhears conversations people are having without knowing she is there, so she can get highly secretive information to sell to the highest bidder. She is totally a girl's girl and will help a friend whenever they're in need, the *hold the girlfriends hair to throw up* kinda girlie. Is an intermediate level poledancer. Goes by different names on occasion, just for the fun of it.
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I like coffee too but my body processes caffeine differently than most people so it doesn't really do much for me so I'd rather drink for the taste if that makes sense...
When Eve began to pack up Becca looked up at her, mind still working through formulas as she spoke. Oh um...me too...actually do you...I could...walk with you... She offered, stammering as she began closing her books and gathering up her notes and pens. I mean, if you want...
Eve opened up a big smile when she hears Becca will be taking the same class as her. She got up from the chair, putting it back in place under the desk. "I... Yess, of course!" She sounds excited, smiling ear to ear. "It'll be so nice."
She waits for Becca to pick up her things to head to class.
When Eve noticed her notesBecca nodded, giving a nervous smile as she held up one of her books. Yeah, um Analytical Chem with Prof. Kirkland, do you know her? She's brutal. A laugh, Kirkland wasn't that bad but she had a reputation.
My favorite thing...oh actually I keep it pretty simple. An iced Matcha, two pumps of strawberry syrup and almond milk.
Eve searches in Becca's minds for thoughts, anything that would give away how she felt about Eve yet. Becca didn't notice she was being flirted on, all she thought was "...do I have time for a Matcha before class tonight?" Which made Eve back away. "I just take black coffee, I need the caffeine." She looks back at her notes and continues to study quietly besides Becca.
That went on for a while, a quiet space between chaos around them. Eve took hints from Becca's thoughts as she studied, things she knew and learned, it was pleasant being around her and filtering through so much knowledge.
Eve finishes her work for the morning and closes her notebook, packs her pens away and puts everything back in her backpack. "I need to go to Organic Chemistry in about 15 minutes, I better get going. It was really nice meeting you, Becca."
⸻ ⛧ 𝘐𝘛 𝘐𝘚 𝘛𝘙𝘜𝘌. 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘏𝘌𝘕𝘕𝘈 would eventually fade. Though Casimir doubts that hounds would truly come searching for her in the city of Worlport. Unless, of course, she joined a fighting ring & if he was being honest, she didn't look much like a fighter.
When she reached to grasp his arm, he grows a little stiff in uncertainty. She was just another dramatic client, yet something felt off about it. It is not difficult to tell whether or not someone was lying, & this seemed to have the stench of it. If she wanted kyber, why lie about it? Why paint this lousy story about demon hounds? Perhaps she did not want to tell him the real reason. That, at least, he can understand. ❝ Well, dear Clarissa, why didn't you just say so? ❞ Casimir also doubts that Clarissa was even her name.
❝ If you're worried about me keeping records, don't. Your secret is safe with me. ❞ Though, perhaps, if he was literate he likely would keep more formal records. But his brain mixed up the Aurebesh and he can hardly read his own Nythran writing anyhow. ❝ Now, be honest. Do you actually need kyber for protection or something else? Each crystal carries different properties, in case you didn't know. And they most certainly do not cost a meager two hundred credits. ❞
Therefore, it might only come down to the budget.
The words would started to fade from Jade's mouth, she didn't know what to say anymore. Her abilities were to hide in plain sight, not to fool a psychic. She may have underestimated the mission, but she was still in it to win.
"I have to be honest, I'm not very versed into what kind of kyber does what, but I was told to come here and look. Perhaps you'd have a necklace that would ward off evil spirits, I really don't know."
She stops for a minute, when he talks about credits. "Oh, you dont have to worry about that. I can pay whatever you need. My life is on the line right here."
She rests her case, hoping she wouldn't get caught. She didn't want this mission to escalate and turn into unneccessary fighting, she hoped her charms would be enough. But Casimir showed signs of being skeptical about Jade... Clarissa, for him.
