#clemenstine

"If this is that asshole alien supervisor's fault I'm shooting him in the fucking head." Seth spat to 'himself', knowing full well that somebody else was possibly listening in. The handler grabbed his shield generator and slotted it onto his belt, checking the slide of his pistol and chuckling a little. "Compensating for something my ass. Let's see if the standard-issue 9mm can even do anything to your average alien."

“You’re supposed to be a superhero, right?” 

       --it was just like her to be in this fucking situation.           what a shit show.           in a dark alley way, dressed in white flurries && ice dancing across brick           surfaces while a man of much bigger build cowered on the ground           at the sight the small woman made.           her fists clenched behind white gloves before gripping the shirt           of the bozo who cat called at her last week && began following her           around.

                   “--come anywhere near me or my brother again                             && ill turn your nuts into fucking icicles, you hear me!?”

      --with that said, she’d shove him back to the ground before slowly beginning to         walk away from the scene. things like this were becoming common;         she was dressing the sunny city in ice && snow && it seemed like the public         was growing concerned. like just the other day, she froze a dude solid for         trying to rob an elderly woman.

       --another day, another shift at the cafe.           she couldn’t argue, she needed to pay her tuition            && there was no one elses but herself who could help her.           indecisive on her major left her floating in the wind for classes           but that never stopped her. she’d try to find some kind of passion;           some future but god knows, it wouldn’t be while serving coffee.           this made her sigh as she let the glass doors tuck closed behind her           upon exiting once warm air to the now bitter winds of winter.           the ozone smelled like freezer burn && is caused her tiny nose to           scrunch in distaste.

      --usually it was dead on this side of town come eleven but there stood         a stranger. it was weird all its own && made her tilt her head in thought.                       ‘why would anyone be out here at night?’         steps brought her closer, small hand reaching out to tap at the others shoulder.

I’m sorry you’re going through a rough time right now D: If you need someone to vent to, you can IM me and I’ll sit quietly and listen uwu

Your muse trying to share a scarf with mine

Send ❤ for three pros and three cons of your character dating mine.

Pros

Costume sex.

Not needing to worry about significant other getting kidnapped by villains as they can take care of themselves

Dates can double as team-up patrols to save both of them time. 

Cons

‘Fastest man alive’ jokes.

It will end up in the news most likely (although there’s a non-zero chance this boosts their careers so who knows)