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@aliasinvestigate
independent jessica jones of netflix's ( & disney + ) pocket marvel cinematic universe & earth-616 comics.
previously profanemouth. prose-heavy, primarily nmcu-based but with strong comic canon knowledge. multi-verse, multi-ship, panfandom, & oc-friendly. written by bucku, 30+. engages with writers 21+ only. graphics by calisverse.
BLOGROLL: @awbro / @picksmusic / @queensupe / @reignthem
CARRD | MEMES | affiliated with @warbyrds, @sunlightreverie
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DRIVER PICKS THE MUSIC, SHOTGUN SHUTS HIS CAKEHOLE! ... #PICKSMUSIC, an independent dean winchester from the cw's supernatural.
prose-heavy, multi-verse, multi-ship, panfandom, & oc-friendly. written by bucku, 30+. engages with writers 21+ only. CARRD. ©
DRIVER PICKS THE MUSIC, SHOTGUN SHUTS HIS CAKEHOLE! ... #PICKSMUSIC, an independent dean winchester from the cw's supernatural.
prose-heavy, multi-verse, multi-ship, panfandom, & oc-friendly. written by bucku, 30+. engages with writers 21+ only. CARRD. ©
🧍🏻♀️ tbh i forgot sometimes how many headcanons i have for this blog bc i just write them like they’re canon rip
@aliasinvestigate ♥️ for a finale starter!
" thank you for coming to the city, jess. & for staying. " karen wishes it could be what matt promised — that all this wouldn't reach her & danielle, but matt would be dead more than once without the investigator.
" matt and I always agreed when this came to statements and court cases, we'll keep your name out of it as much as we can. this doesn't change that. " this — matt's daredevil confession, has no reason to.
THERE'S ALWAYS THOSE GODFORSAKEN DAMNS. they start small, like the glimmer of an idea, then start laying their hooks into her until it feels like she’s being hauled heart-first into the fray. & no matter how many times, no matter how much she denies it, there they are.
this, matt in that stupid, fucking costume… she can’t keep away.
( with dani in the mix, she WOULDN'T even if she COULD. )
" i put myself in that courtroom, " jessica swallows around the seriousness of it, metallic dread perched at the top of her gullet. kingpin echoed off her own tongue was a shot fired. " shit’s coming my way & that’s mine to deal with. " there’s been a target out for her & people like her since the FIRST ALIEN EVENT that barreled through the city streets. this is a long time coming.
still, a whiskey wryness whets the curling corner of a smirk. “ but i might be in the market for a lawyer. if you know one. “
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happy pride from hell's kitchen's meanest hot bicon.
@wrathbit from here.
PATIENCE IS FOR SAINTS & THE ONLY CAUSE jessica has ever claimed to represent is a bad attitude. especially at this time of morning. a pair of dark shades serves as an extra sealant against the lancing bright light of the sun against her sleep-roughened lids. christ, but she could use a hot cup of coffee to quell the DRUMMING THROB in her temples. “ everything’s always quip - thwip- quip, " griped out. she makes a show out of her long-sufferingness, all long, garish exhales, shifting from foot to foot. but at the end, it’s conciliatory. " i need your help. "
Charlie Cox and Krysten Ritter on set of DD:BA S2
Frank doesn't say a thing, just looks at Jessica, squinting a bit. "—shit, I have a dead spot in my eye." his voice is calm, as he struggles to get up, but the way he's moving, it's urgent.
"Ok, I need you to point me to the hospital. This isn't something I can fuck around with and ignore. There's a 50/50 shot, this is just debris, or the artery going into my eye is blocked and I got a few hours before I drop."
she stays steepled in her squatted position while he wrangles himself up from the turf. scrapes & lacerations are part of the gig ; she’s no stranger to saran wrap staunching a creeping edema or a smear of gorilla glue to paste a wound together on the fly.
but jessica? she’s powered, the quadruple churn spurring her metabolism a strong match for most moderate wounds. frank is standard flesh & bone with a stubborn streak & a bullish head.
" hell, no. " the mean cheek of her previous comment shifts into a mulishness of her own branding. hands shoveling her up to standing, jessica squares up to meet him. " if you’re about to stroke out on me, you’re gonna need my speed. fuck. " a breath sags out & deflates the fight from her hiking shoulders.
“ your choice, castle. bridal style or fireman’s carry. “
susan opens her mouth, pauses and thinks about it, all the while bringing a grown man under her submission with said moves, and a little invisible flair of her own.
“ yea probably but i don't know when you would have ever had a chance to learn it, so- that can't be too much of a surprise, ” susan starts before looking down and smiling sweet to the man she renders unconscious.
“ reed taught me first, and then i learned some other styles from shang-chi and iron fist, which was fun! do you good to learn. ”
jessica's style is ... a lack thereof. instead, she's wayward blows & lucky uppercuts, all thunderous force encapsulated in a closed-shouldered, unsuspecting set of spindled limbs. instead of exercising a series of disciplined, fluid moves, she simply extends a hand. her fist grapples shirt fabric ; she lifts this guy high until his toes drift off the ground. he squirms against her calm & she doesn’t waver.
" -------- i don't really do learning. " solid stacks of muscle bulk make no match for superhuman strength & she tosses him aside like a paper doll. her mouth wrenches down in light of susan's guilelessness. " or smiling. "
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🡮 🡮 PROMPTS FROM HERCULES. @aliasinvestigate : aren't you a damsel in distress.
❛ OH FOR THE LOVE OF --------- ❜ its one of those days again , isn't it ? one of those days that starts off well enough where you get the impression that is going to be a dull day. quiet. average day. one where you can turn your hearing aid off and put your feet up. maybe walk the damn dog and then take a nap. nothing out of the ordinary. nothing EXTRATERRESTRIAL. no mission. no s.h.i.e.l.d. NO AVENGERS -----
❛ so y' gonna keep gawking at me or are you gonna help me down from here ? ❜ ----- then you remember THIS IS NEW YORK OF ALL PLACES* ( *someone's bound to have some kind of problem with you , bro. there's always someone with a problem , bro. aw , futz .... ) ❛ can you stop enjoying this for like FIVE MINUTES an' help me down already ? [ .... ] an' before you even think of asking , NO i ain't do this to myself. technically. ❜ ( well it was your arrow they shot at you. friggin' rope arrow. should have used the boomerang arrow. ALWAYS use the boomerang arrow. )
a pause on his end as barton remains dangling from one leg ; wrapped up by rope and the other end caught on the railing of a fire escape. slowly starting to sway and rotate against his will ( gravity be damned right now ! ) as a groan escapes from deep within. never going to hear the end of this one. NEVER going to hear it.
❛ . . . . you're gonna make me say please , aren't you ? ❜
" i'm gonna make you say please. " nothing like a bit of avengers-flavored schadenfreude to start the day. the bullied lugs of her doc martens punch into baked concrete. her jacket tugs across her shoulders, collar flagging, dog-eared up to the underside of her lobe. sunglasses perch on the bridge of her nose, showing the half-moons of a mascara-kohled, amused stare. in one hand, a curlicue of steam breathes out of the mouth of a bodega blue cup of coffee. the bitter stuff scorches the lid of her palate.
she cranes up to look at him, twisting & swirling all purple-tinged against flaking rust & creaking hinges.
" & publicly admit you like shibari. "
" & then i'm gonna hold this over you for the rest of your natural-born life. "
she pries the sunglasses free & sweeps her gaze left to right for somewhere to set the drink down. it's as simple as compressing into the flex at her boot heel & leaping up, up & ... halfway? to grab him & carry him down. " i'm ready when you are, men in tights. "
❝ well, then, i guess it's a good thing i gave up the old stand - up routine. ❞
" jesus christ, " filters under her breath. " this is exactly the shit i'm talking about. in & out. got it? "
@aliasinvestigate said: ❝ Nice entrance. That was a solid 8 out of 10. ❞
"Now you're just trying to hurt my ego. You know I live to impress, an 8 is unacceptable."
" what can i say? i have high standards. " she's smiling, the kind of whiptail smirk that bears the impression of an arced brow. " you gonna show me what you can do, or what? "
KRYSTEN RITTER as JESSICA JONES Jessica Jones S01E09 • AKA Sin Bin
with @aliasinvestigate, sebastian and jessica.
"fancy meeting you here." somehow the injured sniper manages a playful retort as jessica draws near, his gaze darting up to her ambivalent expression and dark eyes. "this is a funny way to reunite after so much time apart. i couldn't have planned this any better." sebastian braces his palm against the wall to help himself stand. his grin grows wry and playful at the sight of his old friend. "here to rescue me? or did you have other reasons for being here?"
" i think we both know there's not a damn fancy thing about me. " jessica is a tower over him, spearing her gaze down to where he's hobbled to search for any critical injury. a beat passes. " ---- you look like shit. "
but she's swift & surprisingly fluid in the way she buckles him over her shoulder by the underarm, hoisting him with an easy, forward step in spite of the awkwardness of shuffling his mismatched bulk along her own slim-boned frame. " as is the way things typically go for me on a case, i went looking. i found something. this time, it was you. "
" --------- one more step like this & i'm gonna carry your ass bridal-style. "
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❛ i know the whole , ' don't judge a book by its cover ' thing [ .... ] but are we SURE that she's our killer ? i'm not saying she doesn't fit the bill ... but she doesn't fit the bill. ❜
" did i miss the part where you got your private investigator's license? i don't come to your job & slip into a black catsuit & start throwing little tasers at everyone. "
a frustrated huff turns into a groan . they were definitely lost. she could've sworn they were headed the right direction a few minutes ago, but looking around them now, all the buildings were foreign and unfamiliar. " i thought you were in charge of the map - "
@aliasinvestigate : lost, clementine, we're lost.
dull, empty black screen. " fuck. " jessica thumbs at the button on the side of her phone in a last-ditch, desperate act. nothing. " piece of shit. " she sheathes it back in her pocket & swings her head up at the skyline for anything resembling a landmark to ground them. a spiring, dark-eyed glower flicks toward clementine. " i don't remember agreeing to babysit google maps for this little escapade. don't you have a phone? "
