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the winchester, the outsider. the chosen one you've seen in the trees amongst the dark breeze, strange and usual as it may seem. don't try and settle for less, she's undermined, she's a hunter, so why she is like this? It's insane but she's too blame for all this. She chose herself for the dusk, Diane... You aren't meant for this at all.
oh, diane, where are thou? you're very dear to me, my deer
you write but where's your rights? I've seen you throughout the night.
A NOTE THAT PIQUES... Soft-launching my spn dr since I just started watching it. whole house mad. And no s/o cause hunting matters to me.... So, I'm a journalist.
ㅤㅤㅤ old best – friends to one – sided enemies. cocky && arrogant x annoyed . trikey variant . two middle – aged women . shared history . silver && gold . ol' gambling partners . ' you missed me , really . ' ' the hell i did ! ' aro / unlabeled 4 bi . brunette x blonde . powerful woman x the only one who can disrespect her ( and get away with it ) .
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmarch 17th , 1887.
from the outside where maria stood, the bar smelt faintly of cigar ashes, && some sort've fancy liquor. brandy, perhaps? there was nothing but the almost–black sky & faint orange lightning surrounding the place, aswell as a couple've benches that had no true significance, as they we're no different than the ones that we're already scattered around the city itself. there was also the quiet, yet unmistakable, sound of a train off in the distance, aswell as the sound of laughter and talking below her feet. it had only been a few years since maria had left her home down south; though, before this, she had never truly left, having stayed in her state, she simply just drifted from one relatives house to another, saving up just enough cash to get out of there comfortably. admittedly, she wasn't too proud of the strategy, but now — it had all paid off. the young lady had finally found herself up east, right in the northern heart of the bustling city of new york. now, it was a little scary, of course, more–so intimidating, but maria knew it's what she had to do. the last thing she wanted was to stay in that home, with that mother of hers, hell — that city, that state, for the rest of her life. maria was found standing outside of an underground bar, likely filled with either drunken bastards, or better yet, possibly important, powerful, individuals. she saw a couple of cops nearby, perhaps corrupt ones? bribed for a nice sum of cash to stand guard, && lie for whomever may be present in that basement? which — i suppose, wouldn't just be for some drunkards, huh?
she ain't too sure why she's sticking around this bar, just standing outside the place like she's guarding it herself, so she decides to make her position a little less awkward, and light herself a cigarette. although, she notices how the air is getting colder && colder, now having the ability to see both the smoke, and her breath fogging up the air in front of her, and finally considers just heading home — well, not home, exactly, but the little room she's renting at the hotel right across the street. what she doesn't notice, however, is how unbelievably lost in thought she is, until she feels a firm shake on her left shoulder; immediately, she turns around, instinctively reaching for a pistol that ... wasn't there? she looks at the woman who's now in front of her, seeing her instantly raise her hands, one of them holding the almost laughably small pistol in it. the lady had dark brown, just above the shoulder – length curls, && was seen wearing an overcoat, && a long skirt, the dim color(s) indistinguishable in the relativley dark setting. it made sense to why she was dressed in vaguely winter attire, considering it is still rather cold around this time in the city, and still technically winter, after all; though, it is much colder than it was back in maria's home state. despite that, she most certainly wasn't complaining. the lady backed away slightly, claiming to not mean any harm, && just had came tell her she saw the pistol shining off the ground, right near maria, and simply came to ask if it was her's, since she was just about the only person sticking around outside of here, other than the cops, of course. relieved, maria let out a huffed – laugh, clearly a bit embarrassed, and smiled, thanking the woman kindly, somehow not making it awkward, and began to explain how she had just moved here from down south, and was still a bit skittish, && unfamiliar with the place. the lady handed her the pistol, and laughed it off herself, and just like that — the two ladies seemed to hit it off right off the bat, maria introducing herself, && beginning to converse a bit, sitting on the bench just right outside of the bar, before the woman led her inside, claiming she 'knew the place, and was headed there before we spoke'. as they went in, the lady then kindly introduced herself as ms. mary kurtis.
that little casino – bar they met outside of would then become the same place that maria stewerts && ms. kurtis would spend many of their evenings. in private, mary would show her the ropes, the little tricks and cheats at poker && blackjack, to guarantee, or atleast encourage a nice, hearty win. although, it did take maria a little while to catch on. now of course, maria had played cards && poker for just about her whole life, whether it be w/ her family, or old friends back home, but despite all of this, she still found herself a bit uncertain in her abilities, usually just watching ms. kurtis, && the other players from the bar. she grossly envied the individuals around her, seeing their gold, && diamonds, and status, and visible wealth, aswell as the confidence that oozed from the men and women around her, no matter if they're at the tables, or the bars. after the life that she's had, there was nothing in the world she wanted more than to be just like them. she wanted the money, along with the generous amount of skill they clearly had. she watched, and watched, and watched — until she was finally ready to play against them. she had a little chunk of cash that she still had leftover from moving here, at first, her plan was to just keep renting that hotel room, && finding herself a job and saving up until she had enough to get a little place of her own, but ms. kurtis kindly let her stay with her instead, and with a little encouragement, she decided to finally gamble it off, having nothing to lose; 'cept for about 15 dollars, of course.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤjune 14th , 1892.
a little over 5 years later, and maria has found herself in a much different, & much better position than she was back then. mary && her had moved around the country a couple've times now, usually following wherever is hot, & bustling in the gambling scene. they had gone from new york, to chicago, even back down into the southside, which didn't last too very long, after maria had a run–in with an old family member. and now, they had finally found themselves out west. maria has a small reputation now, known for her slightly cocky — but charming, concealed nature, her observance, her genuine love for the game, and of course, her hard–earned skill. mary, on the other hand, was truly starting to consider settling down. a couple've months after moving out west, she had found herself a man that she planned on marrying. her being 31, and maria almost being 30, she almost felt that it was time they both went ahead and settled down a bit. besides, she had been in the business years longer than maria had. now, maria on the other hand, couldn't disagree more. she felt more like she was just getting started, going out every night, like it was nothing. she didn't nessacarily mind mary wanting a different life, but she knew that if she was really gonna go through with this, && get married, and hell — maybe even have kids of her own, she knew she couldn't just stay with them. even if mary said she wouldn't mind it, she knew that nobody would take kindly to that. after all, mary's 'soon–to–be' husband didnt like her all that much anyway, and the feeling certainly was mutual. the night of their wedding, maria said her congrats, && goodbyes, and finally decided to go ahead, && go off on her own. her and mary kept in contact as much as they could, until they slowly drifted apart, due to their now, much different lifestyles; && mary with her husband.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmarch 14th , 1899.
it's almost the 12–year anniversary since maria first got into the gambling business, and ever since she's been on her own, without mary, she's been a whole different type of woman. cocky, arrogant, grandiose, but still charming enough to not be seen as downright evil — right? wrong. by quite a few, she is seen as just that, thanks to the things she call her 'charisma && charm' alone. however, she has made quite a name for herself in the gambling scene, just like she'd always wanted, having been in it for over a decade now. nowadays, she's seen in not very impressive outfits, though, when you take a closer look, you can see shes decorated in lots of gold, having atleast two gold teeth, customized golden guns && knives that costed god knows what, && even golden spurs. it doesn't take a genius to know what type of woman she is off the bat; 'charismatic', conceited, && unbelievably full of herself. after all these years, maria has finally embraced the gambling sharp lifestyle, finding herself time && time again, participating in the same debauchery with the same sort of people she envied all those years ago. though, these days, despite what some folks may say, she doesn't go as often as you'd think, typically going to the parlor only when she needs money rather than every single night, probably just so they can't say she's greedy, huh? well, if theres one thing maria knows, it's that they're gonna say that anyway; they've got the right to. one day, around 5 pm, she had just gotten off her new job down at the doctor's office; just a little day job, she only got it cause she didn't wanna seem too suspicious, after that little run–in with the law she had, not too long ago. after all, she hasn't been in this town, valentine, for too long, and she most certainly doesn't wanna tarnish her reputation, just yet. as she walked into the parlor, maria saw a face she'd never thought she'd see again. 'mary goddamn kurtis'. she looked different, older, they both did. her once shoulder–length hair now cut short. the two women are both well into their thirties now, && it had been atleast 7 years since she last even saw that face, but she could recognize it in less than a heartbeat. though, the look on mary's face was that all but happy to see her, wearing a visible scowl, while maria on the other hand was grinning ear–to–ear, like a damn fool. still unknowing, albeit unquestioning, to how mary even found her here, or got away from that nagging, do–gooder husband of her's for half a minute, mary walks up to maria, grabbing her by the sleeve of her white button–up blouse, and dragging her out of the parlor silently.
once they're out of the parlor, mary drags maria to the back of the building, and before maria could even begin to ask her how the hell she even found her here, mary swiftly pulled out a small pocket knife and held it to her throat, holding her against the cold, hard brick wall. genuinley surprised, maria's eyes widen a bit, though her smile doesn't falter, only growing. mary begins to ask her one simple question, " what the hell have you been gettin' yourself into for the past 7 years, maria stewerts? " maria stutters for a moment, a small huff leaving her lips, but she then begins to mutter, " ain't been doin' nothin' different from when we we're back in the city, mary. " mary's hold on the knife grows stronger, pressing it slightly deeper into her neck. " bullshit! i've heard all about what you've been doin', you no–good, arrogant son of a bitch. " mary has more than a right to be angry, maria truly has been nothing more than a self – admitted criminal degenerate for the past 7 years. after a little more back–and–forth, defiance, && petty arguing, mary pulls the knife away, slipping it back into her pocket with a sigh, though the hatred–filled look in her eyes stayed on the blonde–haired woman. relieved, and honestly a bit entertained, maria laughs, and begins to say, " well, i see you've finally gotten a lil' edge to ya', mary! "
authors note : I love my mean ass wife 😇😇 also if y'all wanna know any more ab these two send me some asks !! i loved making this
❝ My friend Olivia, or you might as well know her as Timebomb, has appointed me to her good friend Billy Butcher. It's the first case of The Unluckys, a dead-raped wife, or might as well say disappeared. I didn't know her, nor did I ever know her, but that's the reason of— you know the drill "The Unluckys". I talk like a Noir detective, despite hating the Justice Department, I could solve cases or not… Or I could beat up the government, but not much as an assassin since assassins have a system, cause I am the "Beautiful Russian Spy who shows her tits on screen". I would've been dead or fucked with a chainsaw as a toy with three kids on the way with my serial killer husband. Name's Odri… Odri Pevets, get that shitty James Bond Impression? Butcher didn't want me for this case, but I am the only one with a schedule… Not Full. Ain't that a kick in the head? ❞
Not even hear real name. the first member to join the unluckys. night witch. anarcho-communist. professional nazi hunter. detective and drug deals as a side hustle. Patay Kubo's bartender. had compound v out of fucking Gunpowder back in the day. alcoholic. coolest unluckys member. looks younger than she really is. former member of a drug cartel. the unlucky's detective. olivia's "best friend" apparently. named herself after audrey hepburn and the word singer as a fake name... We don't know her real name.
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"art is the weapon. your imagination is the ammunition. stay dirty, and stay dangerous. create and destroy as you see fit. embrace your originality. the aftermath is secondary. you can and should do anything"
ink stained hands hand made cameras the smell of cigarettes red hair dye oil cyber decks old clocks ratty clothes water damaged books . . .
meet katherine [redacted] envy ink. born on all hallows eve, 2002 in the heart of battery city. at the age of 14, she got her hands on the book fahrenheit 451, realizing that the society written about was the same as the society she was living.
she started cheeking her medicine, allowing her to live life without the influence of BL/ind. kathrine's mother caught on and forced her to take pills again after she was caught speaking her mind. at 15 (and a half) her mother would wake up to find an empty room, a perfectly made bed, and a note.
"goodbye, mother. do not follow me. do not try and find me. when you see this, i am long gone."
kathrine worked her way out of battery city, cloaked by the darkness of the starless sky. she was able to survive the treck out of battery city, later surviving the zones. she only had a small sack with very little food and water rations, and her book. fahrenheit 451.
around zone three, she found an abandoned drug store. everything was taken except for items deemed "useless." kathrine found them useful. boxes of hair dye, film, broken pens and pencils, paper. she began dying her blonde hair, wanting to separate herself from her past life—from BL/ind.
over the next year, she found her style. clothes found in killjoy-owned establishments, red and black striped hair, and an old leather jacket she found in the wasteland. she became a paper boy for a random dj she cant quite remember the name of, collecting news from around the zones to report back for a few spare carbons. using this information, she began a zine, leaving them in killjoy hotspots. she started becoming known in small circles, no longer fighting for her life every day.
she still did not have a name. she did not want to keep using her "real" name, feeling it was too perfect—too connected to her past. in one issue of her zine, she put out that she needed a name, letting her audience name her. she got lots of ideas, eventually settling on envy ink.
envy ink left the paper boy "job," wanting to go further out in the zones, wanting to increase her zines reach. using her zines, she learned a LOT about many killjoys, especially the fabulous four. to her, she thought of them as these high and mighty more than people. ...it was a problem... (it was her main reason to leave the dj). she also learned different trades. she was taught the bare-bones of guitar, about cameras, and how to fix basic car problems.
one late evening, envy was looking for a place to stay for the night, and maybe some food. it had been a while since she ate. she was in the abyss of zone six. she spotted a building in the distance, getting a burst of new energy to keep going. it was an abandoned diner. she walks in and, against her better judgment, went to a booth and lay down, not checking if it was already occupied.
it was a rude awakening. literally. envy was shaken awake, three blasters pointed at her, and her bag being poured out in front of her. she recognized the blasters... and the faces behind them.
slowly but surely, she gained the trust of the killjoys. she supplied them with information (and other things she found in her travels, such as food and little trinkets); they supplied her with safety and companionship. envy grew close to all, mainly party poison and kobra kid. she saw all of them as her brothers, mainly seeing kobra as her close younger brother, except for party. she knew it was dangerous to have feelings for anyone in the zones, considering just how someone can get dusted in a matter of seconds, but especially for having feelings on a fab four.
her trips outside the diner grew longer, leaving for weeks at a time. she knew she should not get attached—could not get attached. it was not safe for any of them. envy would still come crawling back, coming back with plenty of new gossip and, on occasion, wounds. envy ink always comes crawling back to familiarity. envy ink always comes crawling back to the people she loves.
she was the stray cat you fed and would not leave you alone.
DEVON: is the biggest fake idgaf-er ever, but (fair enough) very chill, unbothered, laid back, super understanding and open minded, kind in a quiet way, quiet in an intimidating way (too cool), constantly annoyed by the world, acts like they dont have any patience but thats not the case at all and it shows, always tired, a chimney (smoker), always carries a lighter and hand sanitizer, a hookup-er, the complete opposite of a people pleaser, super direct and straighfoward, never mincing words, including about their feelings, firm, hates to be bothered, lowkey unhinged, unserious, extremely smart, a lazy genius, willing to accept being wrong, responsible, very knowledgeable, sometimes really an instigating asshole, against eating raw cookie dough (boo), raised by supportive parents, listens to the nichest songs, into fashion, makes her own clothes, has fun making stuff, tinkering with mechanics and technology, artistic, into DIY, very socially and environmentally conscious, nonchalantly chilvarous, goes by any pronouns, identifies as non binary, bisexual but in a homosexual way, loves their motorbike, enjoys being around nature, near the sea, confident
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my obsession , hades 2 , has struck ahold of me. thus I am revisiting my hades dr , featuring az & medea as my love interest!!! I have a fucking type , I am RIGHT where I want to be. guess whom I am related to . . . and I have a twin, sister. I AM STILL ZAG’s AND MEL’S OLDER SISTER THOUGH!!!! I fucking CRIED seeing hades imprisoned and cried seeing zag again. fuck. I am making this for a moodboard, I am LOCKED in chat.
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The following is a transcript of the live broadcast from NY1 on January 30th, 2014:
“Following the breaking news of the day as there was an explosion on the Avengers Tower earlier today, apparently on the creation of an experiment of the sorts. The explosion was brightly coloured, “chaotic” as new yorkers around the area said, and there has been some reports that some parts of the street around the building changed, what they now call a “glitch”, and there are what has been decided to be called “residue” as there is a colorful liquid that looks like oil leakages on some parts of the streets where it even melted what the liquid was on. This includes parts of the street, but gladly no person harmed. No one from the Avengers has come forward to give us an explanation yet, but we’ll be sure to report on the first notice of this….”
It was supposed to be simple; a little testing of the infinity stones, very, very, very, super simple. Use radioactivity, Tony said, fuck no, Bruce replied. I wanted to see the stones up close, after all, they brought them in for a two hour analysis and then they would be gone forever. Strange gave them this one favor with a super simple plan: examine them. But not simple when my dad wanted to see a little bit of what they were capable of. I was curious too, so I brought in Uranium. But Bruce was right (as he mostly is but we don’t tell him so), radioactive products on the stones would be very dangerous, who knows what it could do?
We didn’t care, as always, my dad gave a greatly scientific excuse that made Bruce change his mind, and we got the lab ready. They went behind the window they use for extremely dangerous experiments, something that had vibranium on it for extreme security. I told them I was going to change the valves for the uranium hexafluoride. They thought I told them I was going for something else, they were so indulged on the thing that they opened the valves and the gas reacted with the stones. I noticed and was about to run to get out of there, but the whole thing exploded.
I woke up a week later and I never was the same. The uranium hexafluoride made the infinity stones merge into something chaotic and attach into the only living form: me. After many experiments to try and get it out of me, nothing worked, the power and the radiation merged with my blood, it was irreversible. And the package came with new abilities for me; I was able to distort reality, manipulate cosmic energy, disrupt structures, accelerate decay, and many more things. From then on, I trained and then became a new member of The Avengers: Entropy
(Entropy: natural tendency of the universe to move from an ordered, predictable state to a disordered, random one.)
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