* NORTHERN / LIGHTS.

only the good die young? phew, good thing i'm so INCREDIBLY awful. nikki barton. twenty four. daughter of barney barton. human.

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indcstructiblehulk‌:

“oh- i’m sorry about that. just let me move some of this,” he responded, nervous and speaking way too fast he hurried to move his belongings closer to himself. when blake had arrived at the coffee shop, he’d been alone, and he’d taken over a rather large table in order to spread out his work. but as the need for space increased, he relinquished some of his table. “there you go! it’s all yours!” 

nikki shushed him almost immediately. the problem wasn’t that he was talking so much as it was that he was too peppy, and, well... “i’m way too hungover for this shit.” ‘this shit’ being... general human niceness. she wasn’t a complicated gal. “are you done with that?” she didn’t gesture towards his cup of cold coffee so much as she reached straight for it, snagging it and taking a gulp before he could ANSWER.

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*   MONICA LAUREL BARTON   /   TASK   SIX   !

our one defining trait is a numbness to the world. an indifference to suffering   (   m.m.   )   /   nothing is ever perfect, you know?   (   e.s.   )   /   do you think if i told him i had an incendiary device down my knickers, he’d have a look?   (   m.m.   )   /   if love is setting a place at a table for someone who’s never coming home, i think i’ll pass   (   s.b.   )   /   be still my beating vagina   (   t.c.l.   )   /   god forbid i exude confidence and enjoy sex   (   k.m.   )   /   i have lived my life, good and bad. definitely not as light as a feather   (   l.m.   )   /   i have nothing left to lose. that makes me the dangerous one   (   j.f.   )

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jeezperseus‌:

❝ my 20/20 vision doesn’t really register the spikes and ‘ keep out ‘ signs. ❞ a roll of his dark brown eyes, though it’s more playful than anything. ❝ okay, that was way too mom-ish for my liking. you’re, like, a year older than me. ❞

“then man, i think you gotta get your eyes tested.” she clearly liked to think of herself a certain way. that didn’t mean she was like that, and if anything... percy was probably one of few that knew that. “i’m, like... at least seven years older than you. aren’t you sixteen?” was she joking? serious? unclear. 

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bloodxs-thicker‌:

Kurt was more than a little surprised that she wasn’t going to ditch. He figured most people would leave as soon as the opportunity presented itself. “I appreciate it.” While the mutant was indifferent about having company, he was relieved he didn’t have to all this work on his own. “In all honesty, I wasn’t looking forward to staying here all day and all night.” Assuming it wouldn’t take longer on his own. “They’re at least more enjoyable.” Just because he was committed to being here didn’t mean he wouldn’t occasionally complain with her. “I was probably just going to try to catch up on some much needed sleep if I wasn’t here. Not really better either.” At least not to someone who was constantly putting his own needs on the back burner.

“well...” she didn’t really know how to respond to such niceties. her go to wasn’t great, “you better?” though she did phrase it like she was unsure, because, well... she was. maybe this was the exact sort of motivation she needed. unhappy as she had been to be involved, as she looked around at all they had left ( plural, because she was recommitted ), the thought of how she was doing something pretty nice by staying and helping warmed her heart, some. sure, she was SUPPOSED to be helping without complaint, but... but still. “we’ll be out of here in no time. mark my words - i can be, like, totally speedy when i wanna be,” yeah, she was being hopeful. could you blame her? “hey, man ; sleep is still the preferred option, here, even if it ISN’T much better.  you not getting enough elsewhere?”

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ft. @ava-bartcn

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danielthorson‌:

daniel stood there, his mouth gaping open like an idiot, unable to even fathom a response to nikki’s question. he’d been on the receiving end of plenty of questions, and while a lot of them did pertain to sexuality, none had ever ventured close to this particular topic. it hadn’t just caught him off guard, it’d practically knocked him off of his feet, the nikki he knew never would have asked him something like this. of course, he’d been a child the last time they’d really talked- so perhaps it wasn’t really that out of line for her. “i haven’t,” he assured her, biting on his lip as he focused his gaze on her, “i believe that people go to valhalla or folkvangr, not hell,” he explained, eyebrows furrowing together, he’d never really shared much about his beliefs, and it felt slightly weird to be doing it now, but he found himself able to shrug it off. 

“aren’t they, like... the same thing?” check and mate, danny boy. “religions all rip one another off. the only difference between what you believe and what i believe, is... i don’t know. longer names?” more difficult to pronounce? also valid, she thought. granted ; nikki didn’t actually believe in much. she had been raised catholic, but she didn’t think she’d ever even been baptized. neither parent had spent much time thinking about her eternal soul, and she certainly hadn’t dwelled. “i’m going to hell. or... fuck-vanger. whatever. and when i roll up, if i have the ‘fucked a demon on earth’ badge... i think i’m gunna be doing pretty good.”

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thecvptainmarvel‌:

“Huh…” Carol thought she’d heard it all, but wanting to be hit was not something she heard normally. “I can’t, I’m sure that’s grounds for arrest and being dropped from the Avengers. Can I ask why you want me to, anyway?”

“can they really dump you if i’m willing?” that seemed WHACK, but then again... nikki didn’t know much about the avengers, and the ins and outs of membership. she probably never would. “i dunno. fun? i’m, like... a curious soul, or something. haven’t you ever wondered what it’d be like to be on the receiving end?”

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bloodxs-thicker‌:

“Like I said, it’s not going to change our situation.” In different circumstances Kurt would have complained right along with her, but his attention was currently elsewhere. This was the second time that a gaseous substance had wreaked havoc around and left them without a detailed explanation, leaving him with an unsettling feeling. “You’re free to leave if you really have better things to do. I’m not going to stop you or anything, but I plan on sticking around and lending a hand.” His motivation was less about helping out the town and more so about seeing if he could find anything to point to some answers. It was unlikely, but still something he was willing to take a chance on.

“ugh.” the noise wasn’t exactly aimed at kurt - just at... y’know. the situation as a whole. thing was ; nikki was happy to talk shit, to make her desire of being anywhere else well KNOWN, but... when it came to actually doing, she was a pack animal. the only way she’d feel like she could was if she wasn’t on her own. “i’m not gonna, like - abandon you. i’m not that much of a dick.” she was one, of course, but - not even she had reached such levels. “i’d be lying if i said i did. what am i gunna do if i’m not here, working and complaining? eat ramen and, like... watch shitty tv reruns or something. neither are exactly ‘better’.” 

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jeezperseus‌:

“sorry for being awesome, loser.” / @triickshots !

❝ i’m offended, ❞ he told her, voice filled with false indignance, ❝ to be called a loser by my very own mentor. i cannot believe. ❞

“haven’t you realized i’m a tough love kinda gal?” she was a little too pleased, considering it was just her kidding around, “if i don’t insult you ever once in a while, you’ll never strive to achieve. or... something like that.” 

[katerinapetrova]

- the war

[renee--rapp]

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danielthorson‌:

‘ why would i fuck a demon? simple, the status. imagine rolling up into hell already havin had your back blown out by one of their own. imagine you and a gang of other losers standin at the gates of hell, they’re all crying, scared to death about having a pitchfork up their ass for eternity and you just walk into the arms of your sugar demon? legendary. ’ @triickshots

daniel wasn’t sure what he’d done to end up in this situation, it was clearly some sort of punishment for something. everyone knew he was much to polite to interrupt or to talk away, so instead he bit the inside of his mouth, politely nodding as he listened to nikki’s rather ridiculous story. he blinked a couple of times, certain that he must be imaging this, there was no way that this was the same nikki that used to baby sit him after school. somewhere along the way she must have been replaced, by something - it was the only explanation for this ludicrous statement. “what?” he responded, his eyes wide as he found himself shaking his head, still in disbelief that he’d heard the entire thing. 

she’d figured they should - could - talk. he hadn’t really changed much, and she hadn’t had to wonder where he knew him from. sure, he had stretched ; his curls had gotten longer, he was a little less pimply - but man, nothing could have made her feel more OLD than being face to face with danny, years after she had to stop babysitting him. she wasn’t good with conversation starters, a fact that was... honestly? more than evidenced. “haven’t you ever thought ‘bout that before?” granted, she hadn’t save for now - but she had once convinced daniel that eggs weren’t real, so... she figured she stood a chance at fooling him now. “it’s like a ‘fuck, marry, kill’, except... with demons. i’d go for it. can you say you wouldn’t?”

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offiicium‌:

Rosario rolled her eyes. A lifetime around Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Melinda May, and the thousand other no-nonsense S.H.I.E.L.D agents that she knew had warped her sense of humor, if not destroyed it entirely. “Not everyone is amused by old memes.” She’d found a thrill in competition, had since she was a child, but other than that, amusement had been pushed to the back of her mind. “Some people actually think about things that matter.”

“if that’s a veiled criticism relating to how you feel i’m vapid, or too caught on things that don’t matter - i have ONE thing to say to you.” and she really let it simmer for a moment, too, the look that she fixed on rosario full of righteous, misplaced anger. she was the one who’d used the bad meme, after all. “bold of you to assume that i think about anything, EVER.” 

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bloodxs-thicker‌:

Kurt frowned at his now empty coffee cup before tossing it in a nearby trashcan. While he wasn’t hungover, he felt too exhausted to be here right now. “I assume they have their hands full right now. Besides, I think everyone wants this whole mess cleaned up as soon as possible so we can all move on and forget about it.” He didn’t necessarily think that was the best way to handle what happened, but he certainly was in no place to judge how the rest of the town coped with recent events. “It doesn’t really matter if it bothers me or not. We’re still going to be stuck here either way.”

“guess i’m the complainer of the group,” like she needed his response to tell her that much. nikki was well known, at this point, for how much shit she talked - and how willing she was to complain, whether the situation did or did not call for it. she wasn’t happy. far from, in fact. she wanted to be at her shitty off campus apartment, watching reruns of some crappy tv show and drinking coffee that was probably a few months past it’s sell by date. she didn’t want to be stuck here, cleaning up a mess she hadn’t made - and the fact that her company wasn’t altogether horrible didn’t help much. “are we, really? i mean...- they didn’t issue me with another ankle bracelet. so unless you’re that honor bound, i don’t see why neither of us can’t just... nope out.” 

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ava-bartcn‌:

mistakes are part of what made ava who she was. people didn’t lie when they said you couldn’t erase your mistakes, it was a reality that the ex con lived every day. so ava simply shrugs, “i’ve lived on worse,” anything was better than the dirt water overseas in truth. she cocks her head, waving her hand to offer help with a smirk, “yeah, no shit, not gunna microwave anything out here. c’mon,” one thing was certain in ava’s mind there wasn’t a reality where she stayed angry at nikki. family fought, but they were there. ava also didn’t pretend to understand what was going through nikki’s head– drugs didn’t affect them the same, and though ava could sympathize, it was not the same. at the end of the way, ava just wanted to help her, “my couch is comfier than the floor.”

“i bet you have.” so had she - but sometimes, nikki found herself shocked when she remembered just how different she and ava were. her cousin had been brave. she’d gone overseas. she had fought for her country. she had come back, made mistakes, but still - here she stood. a woman of culture, in some ways, a woman comprised of broken pieces that still looked beautiful. nikki... had killed somebody. she had gone to BIG GIRL JAIL, and she had come out of that... not entirely right. and even before, she’d been on a path that was so far from ava’s, she didn’t always remember that her coffee was bad because it had been imported shit shared around a base - and NIKKI’S was bad because it was two years past when it was out of date, by, and she and her dad couldn’t do much about it. different strokes of different folk, and still... she cared. struggling up onto her feet, she shuffled past ava - smile still tense, but genuine. “i don’t know. you’ve got a wicked comfy hallway, out there. makes me feel kinda shit ‘bout my piss smelling, rat infested one.” 

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ofpersuasions‌:

he wasn’t much when it came to morals, but he had something to hold onto at least. a sort of code. not doing drugs with excess was one of them, as well as other things that just came naturally to him, like not using his powers for anything involving sex and never putting milk in before cereal. roman isn’t a stand-up guy, but he’s definitely not the devil. just maybe one of the devil’s henchmen, though he doesn’t relish the thought of him being at someone else’s control. the only person he trusted to not fuck shit up was his mom. ❝ of course. roman darkhölme, stand up drug dealer. i think my disney movie comes out pretty soon. ❞ he likes the thought of that. strip away all the dirty parts of him and there’s nothing left. just a boy named roman ( no last name ) who loved his mother so much he’d destroy himself for her. ❝ i’m not. i smoke pot sometimes. i did coke with you. i’d be a shit addict, though, really. don’t have it in me. ❞ he probably shouldn’t be saying that to her, who actually was an addict ( or at least he assumes ).  ❝ people keep coming back, so i assume it’s not shit. ❞

she was just... sort of torn, really. caught on the new truth that she and roman were different, in a fundamental kind of way. they weren’t, like, friends or anything - but she had liked the thought that she wasn’t alone, the night they met. she had liked to have someone to SHARE in what she was doing. and she had figured, in a way, that their similarities ran deeper than their differences, but.... he was, clearly, someone with his shit a LOT more together than she could ever hope to. he had his own small business, for crying out loud. “hope you made sure they don’t dull you down. disney’s wicked bad for making a good story pg-13. just look at all those fucking.. fairytale, things,” ‘grimms fairytales’, is what she was SEARCHING for, but... she’d never really excelled when it came to classes and remembering things and whatnot. “i can’t believe i gateway drugged you. pot is like...- the ginger ale of substance abusing. jack shit, so we’re clear.” man, in a way - she was kind of RELIEVED he hadn’t sunk into the sticky depths of addiction because of her. that would’ve been just one more thing to feel guilty for. “so, you’re like.. a full on dealer, then. loyal clientele and everything?” 

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#mood