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@dinahmadanni
“ An introduction? This isn't 8th grade—.. whatever. ”
Dinah Madani.
Sam made this account for me out of my own volition. Don't expect anything from this account, or me. I wear a badge, but now, I also wear out my patience. If you're looking here to see me smile, good luck.
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main acc @yahamatty - please ignore @heavenburns ^_^
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Still out of school?
— @dinahmadanni
((ooc: I ALSO HAD AN AMY BENDIX PAGE!! deleted tho HAHAHA))
[ @dinahmadanni ]
Are you the truancy officer now too? Damn, budget cuts are brutal--
(( OMG NICE I finished Punisher s2 last week and went "I need to make her blog NOW"))
Just looking out for you. Even so, not like I can do anything. Not even Frank knows where you are right now, so I doubt I'd guess it right.
...have you been looking for me? Is he looking for me? I'm pretty sure he has my number--
And for what it's worth, I got my GED. So I don't have to be in school anyway.
As far as I'm concerned, you're still a kid. At least to me, you are.
Still out of school?
— @dinahmadanni
((ooc: I ALSO HAD AN AMY BENDIX PAGE!! deleted tho HAHAHA))
[ @dinahmadanni ]
Are you the truancy officer now too? Damn, budget cuts are brutal--
(( OMG NICE I finished Punisher s2 last week and went "I need to make her blog NOW"))
Just looking out for you. Even so, not like I can do anything. Not even Frank knows where you are right now, so I doubt I'd guess it right.
oh im really innit now 💔💔💔💔/ooc
There's been a really concerning uprise in bomb threats against mutants and innocent people.
So.. do any of y'all have an idea? I do, but I'd like to confirm some suspicions. I'm speaking with my colleagues as we speak, and I'm hoping to find some people to help.
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//OOC: PSA
Doesn’t matter if we’ve never interacted, if we’ve interacted once, or a BILLION times. Doesn’t matter if we have zero threads or FIVE BILLION.
ALWAYS feel free to spam my ask box with in character asks, questions, or starters.
ALWAYS feel free to spam my inbox with ask box memes!
ALWAYS feel free to tag/@mention me in memes.
ALWAYS feel free to tag/@mention me in quizzes.
ALWAYS feel free to tag/@mention me in posts you want me to see!
ALWAYS feel free to tag/@mention me in posts that remind you of me/my muse.
ALWAYS feel free to tag/@mention me in stuff, period!
ALWAYS feel free to start an interaction with my muse!
ALWAYS feel free to suggest a plot for our muses.
ALWAYS feel free to send me an OOC message in DMs or in Asks.
I LOVE that stuff. YOU’RE NOT BEING ANNOYING. IT MAKES MY DAY. Talk to me! I love it! :D
nonverbal memes
add + to reverse who does the action
[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention [ sleep ] for your muse to wake mine [ cover ] for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket [ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc. [ kiss ] for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning [ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair [ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair [ embrace ] for your muse to hold mine [ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room [ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer [ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger [ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s [ weep ] for your muse to catch mine crying [ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food [ hit ] for your muse to attack mine [ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance [ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine [ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap [ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring [ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually [ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support [ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm [ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand [ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did [ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine [ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap [ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down [ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away [ dream ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare [ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation [ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury [ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine [ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger [ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine [ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine
ill come back I swear)))))
Ooc// oh i am so busy. im gonna cry.
CLOSED RP
@billyxrussox
The air in that auction was rotten, like money and blood mixed together. Dinah kept her head down, played the part. She was here for a name, a whisper, anything to tie this cesspool back to her case.
Then she saw him. Russo. Because of course he’d slither his way into a place like this.
She didn’t have the chance to decide if she’d pull him aside or pull her gun, but the blast came first. Heat, shrapnel, bodies hitting the ground. Someone had set this whole place to burn.
Her ears rang, lungs clawing for air through dirt and smoke. As rubble crumbled around, heavy concrete slammed against her shoulder, she didn't have time to scream. Blood slick down her arm, and there he was, half lit by firelight. The flesh in her arm burned, her legs ached, looking up, only to see Billy Russo. Bruised, but moving, the last person she wanted to see standing.
“...Tell me this isn’t your mess, Russo,” she bit out, groaning mid-sentence, the taste of iron in her mouth as the pain nearly knocked her unconscious. But one thing she knew, that she'd have to lean on him to get out of it alive. She squinted, her vision getting blurry, though through the pain, she slowly attempted to stand, hands littered with scratches and callouses against the ground. Her eyes stung from the polluted air, lightly tearing up, both from the pain and the dust, hair sticking to her face.
He smelled the blast before he felt it.
The heat roared through the floor like a devil let loose, stealing the breath from his lungs and sending screams ricocheting off the marble walls.
One second, he was eyeing a rich bastard with greasy fingers and a tie worth more than most lives, the next? Hell broke loose. Billy hit the ground hard, shoulder-first, glass slicing down his cheek like the city itself wanted to mark him again. But he got up. He always did.
He didn’t expect to see her through the smoke.
Dinah Madani, crawling from the rubble like vengeance herself, blood streaking her temple and fury etched in her bones. Even half-buried, she looked like she could take his damn head off if she weren’t busy choking on dust. Billy froze for a beat, then moved. Instinct. Memory. Muscle.
“Nah,” he rasped, ducking under a shattered beam as flames licked closer. “This ain’t my mess. But I ain’t above cleaning it up.”
He crouched beside her, sliding a hand beneath her arm despite the hiss of her pain, steadying her. Eyes locked. “C’mon, Madani. You’re too damn stubborn to die in a place like this.” A smirk, cracked and raw. “Besides. You wanna shoot me, you gotta survive it first.”
Because she hated him. But she was still the only person he’d bother pulling out of hell like this.
Her vision swam, every breath dragging fire through her ribs. She wanted to shove him off, spit some venom just to keep the balance between them, but her legs buckled before the words could leave her mouth.
“...You,” she rasped, tasting blood. Her fingers curled in his sleeve anyway, holding on because she had no choice.
For a moment she let the weight shift, let him take it, even as her pride screamed against it.
“Don’t make me regret this, Russo.”
Her voice was thin but sharp, shaky, even. And yet, with her warning, came the firm squeeze of her hand around Billy's arm.
Her legs weren’t steady. Every step felt like glass digging deeper into her ribs, but she kept moving because stopping wasn’t an option. She leaned heavier into him than she wanted to admit, jaw tight, trying to make it look like control when it was anything but.
The heat pressed down, smoke stinging her eyes. She coughed hard, spit thick with dust and blood, then dragged in another breath that scraped like knives down her throat.
“This wasn’t random,” she muttered, voice hoarse, the words spilling out more like a promise to herself than for him. Her grip on his arm tightened, enough to bruise. She forced her gaze up, catching his through the smoke. “Someone wanted me here. Wanted me dead.”
Her mouth twisted, even through the pain. “And if that someone’s you, Russo—” she stumbled, caught herself on him, biting her lip as the sting of her wounds reminded her of her vulnerable state. “I’ll find a way to kill you again.”
She shook her head, pushed her weight forward. “We need to go. Let's get out of here before I bleed out in your arms.”
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CLOSED RP
@billyxrussox
The air in that auction was rotten, like money and blood mixed together. Dinah kept her head down, played the part. She was here for a name, a whisper, anything to tie this cesspool back to her case.
Then she saw him. Russo. Because of course he’d slither his way into a place like this.
OOC// HI it has come to my attention dia sterling/watermeezer is a Zionist!!!?!!!! I DO NOT NNNOOTTTT associate with them, thanks, goodnight everyone
This is not the Homeland Security I stand and worked for, this is not the reason why I took the pledge.
PSA: IF WE’RE IN A MUTUAL AND YOU WANT TO THROW A STARTER AT ME BECAUSE YOUR MUSE WANTS MINE OR YOU JUST WANT TO ROLEPLAY IN GENERAL —- JUST DO IT. I PROMISE, I’LL SCREAM WITH HAPPINESS IF YOU DO. YOU’RE NOT BOTHERING ME ; I WANT TO ROLEPLAY WITH ALL OF THE PEOPLE I FOLLOW. OKAY, YOU’RE ALL WONDERFUL. PCE.
Reblog this post if you're okay with your muse(s) being mentioned in other people's threads!
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Send in “And how can you explain this?” To have your muse catching my muse doing something they shouldn’t.
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Yeah, do that again, and you're going in my trunk. I'll drive you to New Jersey, and let you figure your own way home. I'm not joking about the trunk part.
... Like seriously, get off my ass, would you?
