金匕首

( ni ni. 29. she/her. cis-female. ) are you a vigilante? something tells me that the translucent glow of pale skin under the neon lights of her underground fighting ring empire, endless nights training with the mu ren zhuang until her muscles ache and her hands are red (she has to be the best and won’t settle for anything less), and a glowing green pendant that is a reminder of your past, present and future make you who you are, xu xialing. with the powers of martial arts, you’re sure to have an observant, standoffish personality — and you definitely belong to unaffiliated. were you listening to mulan by lexie liu on your way to the subway? it suits you. we can’t wait to see what you do next!

When the woman had asked him for a recommendation, Remy hadn’t put any more thought into it than looking up at the menu board and repeating the first thing he saw written, “Well, that’s what you get for trusting a stranger,” He replied with a bit of snark, not antagonistic towards her but finding the situation humorous, “I didn’t know it’d be somethin’ fruity, honest,” As honest as Remy usually got, which wasn’t much to write home about, “Would you rather I recommend a finger of scotch?”

Niko lifted the cup to his lips, the smallest twitch of his brow ticking off the remark in silence. I told you. The coffee, untouched by sugars and syrup, wouldn’t do much to wash away the next bitter remark, though. It was consumed with the intention of putting its benefits to use, straying from any means of diluting it or making it an indulgence. 

“You shouldn’t have taken their recommendation. It had every add on they could think of. They purged you and you took it belly up,” He pointed out. “I don’t see the point in trying to hide the taste of coffee. Either you like it, or you don’t. Drink tea instead if you have to bury it so much.”

Querl wasn’t all that confident about this new gig they’d taken - it seemed almost shady, a little underground. Not the usual billionaire’s work they were commissioned for. But ultimately, Querl figured their work was more about helping others and doing so in a way that did not disrupt space and time. Coming into Ten Rings, the alien held their head high and tried to find their contact - Xu Xialing, supposedly the new leader and, despite being fresh-faced, very determined to do her job well, “Hello, I’m told you need some work done?”

@jinbishou·

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

jubilee

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

default. xialing has her phone on vibrate or do not disturb 99% of the time.

my muse’s last text to your muse

she used to think she never had a maternal bone in her body. for most of xialing’s life she never looked out for anyone but herself, and in all honesty, she had almost forgotten what it was like to be cared for, and to care for someone. but here she was, outside of an apartment building with boxes of home-cooked dishes that reminded her of home. perhaps she had overdone it a bit, but she wasn’t sure what the girl liked and wanted to cover her bases, and now she was a bit conscious that it wasn’t going taste as good as it was supposed to. but she was here now, and xialing didn’t make this trip for nothing. “i made too much food and didn’t know what to do with it so here.” she practically thrusts the bag of food into jubilee’s arms as soon as she opens the door. 

send me a fruit - closed

blackberry: is your life an action film, a comedy, a romantic comedy, or drama?

action with maybe a sprinkle of family drama.

plum: favorite clothing brands?

i can see xialing wearing a lot of allsaints, helmut lang, the kooples and for more budget friendly options, probably uniqlo, mango, topshop. she prefers a more grungy, darker look and lots of pant suits.

tangelo: if you could be any mythical creature, which would you be?

send me a fruit - closed

dragonfruit: do you drink alcohol?

yes, xialing does drink and she can hold her alcohol pretty well too as she’s used to having chinese rice liquor, or baijiu, which can be as strong as 67% ABV. 

apricot: what do you do when you’re sad?

she mostly bottles it up. talking about feelings wasn’t really something that was encouraged in their household after their mother passed away. if something is really bothering her she might go down to the training facilities and take it out on a punching bag. 

mango: what is your trademark?

"do people really drink this stuff?" her nose crinkled with disgust as she took another sip of the drink before deciding that it definitely wasn’t for her and throwing it in a bin. that was her fault for taking recommendations from strangers. so much for trying new things in the new year; xialing was definitely going to stick to what she knew she liked for the time being. “you might as well be drinking liquid sugar. i think even that would probably taste better than that.” 

(  @jinbishou​  !  )        ❝  has  anyone  told  you  you’re  so  cool ?  ❞  for  her  effort  ,   daisy  ,  whenever  is  a  grown  woman  ;   but  she’s  also  never  really  had  idols  besides  melinda  may ,   tony  stark  ,   and  even  a  little  bit  of  captain  america    (   she’s  only  human !  )  .    ❝  if  shield  and  sword  wasn’t  a  mess  of  noobs  from  a  different  world  trying  to  find  a  place  to  stay  ,   i’d  be  trying  to  recruit  you  so  hard  right  now  .  ❞   but  daisy’s  exhausted  .   and  she  desperately  needs  a  break  ;   so  taking  a  step  back  was  taking  a  break  in  her  eyes  .  

it was a whole load of stress, as far as greta could gather. a big portal, much like the one that brought her here, had appeared again. no one to know why it happened or what that meant for her and the people from other dimensions. whether they could go home or not. but she’d been slowly coming out of her shell, thankfully. having jubilee for a roommate can do that to you, she thinks. so she offers the other a cookie, one she’s baked, and gives a warm smile. “cookie for your thoughts?” [ @reshieldedstart​ ]

          @reshieldedstart​​    //    WHERE  WERE  THE  REST  of  the  justice  league  when  you  need  them  ?  seriously  .  she’s  out  here  on  a  limb  trying  to  figure  things  out  !  “  okay  yeah  i  definitely  agree  that  it  was  one  HELL  of  a  new  year’s  party  ––  ”  pauses  to  take  a  sip  of  her  tea  .  maybe  something  stronger  is  what  she  needs  .  “  i  know  there  was  that  whole  blip  thing  but  are  dead  people  reappearing  supposed  to  be  a  normal  thing  ?  ”  she’s  certain  that  whatever  caused  this  has  to  be  linked  to  magic  .  and  with  magic  ,  there’s  always  a  give  and  take  .

Edward stood by the far end of the bar, his fingers awkwardly flexing around the cup in his hands. He wasn’t a social butterfly by any means, but the combination of an entirely new location, and entirely new people, meant his slight eccentricities felt like they were ramped up to eleven. His nose and forehead were twitching with the effort of not drawing attention to himself, while also feeling like everyone was watching him There was a fine layer of condensation on the outside of his glass, so Edward had to keep awkwardly switching hands to avoid having the glass slip out of his hands. Perhaps gloves weren’t the best choice for a party.

There were a few similarly minded people around him, somewhat huddled in the quieter area of the bar. The countdown for the New Year, even though they had a few hours to go, seemed to infect the room with a anticipatory excitement. Which Edward did not share as much, as he put his drink down on the crowded bartop. “The only reason we celebrate the “New Year” on this date is because Julius Caesar moved it. Egocentric bastard. New Years used to be in March.” Edward muttered to no one in particular. “The 1st, to be exact. After the fall of the Roman Empire, some people celebrated in late March. It means nothing. The dates means nothing.” Edward turned the glass on the table, watching the liquid slosh around.

“Here’s a riddle. A palm fruit, a meet cute, a square on a Calender. What am I?”

@reshieldedstart​

moving from macau to america was such a big shift for xialing and sometimes she wonders if she had made the right choice. everyone, for one, seemed so much more chatty than she was used to and xu xialing was a woman of few words. at least in macau she had a reputation and if people didn’t know who she was, they definitely have heard of the ten rings and people were less likely to strike up a casual conversation compared to new york. her eyes glanced to the person next to her and then back to her glass. maybe if she ignored them then they’d get tired and stop talking, or maybe someone else would respond instead but then she scoffed in response, “of course it was a man. only men have the audacity to do something like that.” 

@jinbishou​

BEING   AS   SOCIABLE   AS   SHE   WAS   it   was   no   surprise   how   quick   makkari   was   to   make   friends.   particularly   in   the   form   of   a   CERTAIN   xu   xialing.   despite   the   fact   that   the   other   was   C  O  L  D   &&   stand   off-ish   makkari   didn’t   let   that   bother   them.   in   fact   it   ONLY   served   as   motivation   for   her   to   befriend   the   other,   so   there   they   sat   across   from   xialing   a   rather   BORED   expression   on   her   face   ❮   so   what   exactly   do   you   do   for   fun??   ❯      they   shrug   a   TEASING   grin   on   her   face   ❮   i   forgot,   is   the   word   fun   even   in   your   vocabulary   ??   ❯

sam wilson && open ( @reshieldedstart ) !

sam wasn’t one to frequent many holiday parties . or any parties , for that matter . they just weren’t his thing . he didn’t enjoy the people , or the outfits , or the lack of real alcohol , none of it . and maybe that made him a party pooper , he didn’t care . he’d rather be home or at sarah’s or even on a random mission in a random party .

( but sam had quickly learned that captain america made appearances that the falcon didnt have to . )

he‘s standing to the side of the room , in view enough that he can be seen , but far enough away from the ACTION that he’d be able to hide & run away , if he really wanted to .

but then he hears someone say something , and he immediately regrets his decision to stay ( or even come in the first place )

he takes a sip of liquid courage before replying “ sorry , what was that ? “

@reshieldedstart​ // NYE BASH

This was the kind of event that only occurred in comic books: every hero, villain, and henchman in the city in one space, improbably fitting in the same room, gorging themselves on canapés and expensive wine. There was still room for a crowd of extras and background characters, equally well-dressed, a little less well-rendered. They looked sketchier at the edges, but the sight of Dr. Strange in a tuxedo? The Young Avengers in fancy suits? Beyond worth it. Gwen was happily double-fisting champagne and crab cakes, trying to get an eye on the good gossip. Who was dating whom? What was being stolen–who was having a fistfight out on the terrace?

Good shit, all of it.

Just as long as no one knew about the knives strapped to their thighs under their dress (gotta be prepared for any situation, especially at a party!), this was going to be a great night–but, oh no, she was out of champagne. Gwen elbowed the person nearest them and batted her eyelashes. “Hey, buddy. What’s a plucky little ingenue gotta do to get some more bubbly around here?”

A smile crept over Lucifers face  as he admired the view. He was more than ready to start his vacation. Technically this wasn’t a vacation. His father asked to him to “Check up on the mortals” and Lucifer took that as an invitation to leave Hell and have a bit a fun. Wanting to get to work he stopped the first  person he saw.  “So this is New York now? I haven’t been on the east coast in few centuries would you mind catching me up? I’ll buy the first round of drinks.” He flashed the stranger a grin. “Lucifer Morningstar  start at your service”

@reshieldedstart