#differentfuckingbreed

floor 67 was of high importance to mystique. 67 was where the compound v was located, and that would be the perfect place to start snooping around. it was the dead of night, and normally, people weren’t out walking around, but raven -- or rather -- maeve was. the real maeve had slipped out of the tower for the night, and raven had not inquired about where she was going. it was probably for the better, though, because in the event she got caught, she genuinely would not know.

creeping up to the clear lab doors, she peaked in, looking at the contents left out on the lab tables : a notebook, some pens, and a whiteboard that had scribbled writing all over it that didn’t make that much sense unless you read each word separately from each other. nothing that demanded her attention right away. 

casually, and slowly, as if sliding the glass door open too quickly would break it, she stepped into the room and waltzed over to the bookshelves and filing cabinets, looking with just her eyes to see if there was anything labeled mystique or shapehifters. it wasn’t until she heard a voice she was only familiar with hearing from her television set did she turn on her heel, facing the one and only capital D hyphen bag.

Glass pops and explodes outward onto the street, showering the cowering apartment building tenants outside in its debris. They shriek and throw their arms up, arms around their loved ones as their home warps and falls apart to the raging heat. 

The fire department is dousing the building as quickly as they can, but the inferno is still winning when Bruce comes to screeching halt on his cycle at the scene. His head tips back to observe the climbing flames before he dismounts, trying to discern the amount of damage. Hands suddenly grasp at his shoulders, and he finds himself face to face with a desperate mother, cheeks streaked with frantic tears. “My daughter Lacie is still inside,” she explains, hurried. “Please. Nobody can get in.” 

“Which floor?” A finger is pointed upward to a window near the top floor. Bruce doesn’t even hesitate before the grappling up, smashing right through what’s left of the frame. Smoke and heat threaten to take his breath, so he hunches low, checking under furniture and closets until the little girl’s coughing gives her away. Taking her in his arms, Bruce scrambles back to the window, repelling rapidly down the side of the building back to the street below. He’s scarcely got his feet on the ground when a sonic boom sounds overhead, causing everyone in the street to look up. 

“      our   breakup   hit   me   about   as   hard   as   a   gentle   summer   breeze,   @differentfuckingbreed​​.      ”      she   hooks   her   fingers   around   the   breakup,   mocking   quotation   marks   around   the   word   before   tipping   them   back   into   the   cradle   of   her   elbow.      a   double-shouldered   shrug   hits   a   beat   in   the   aftermath.      “         -----      it’s   just   sex.      ”   

@differentfuckingbreed​ from here. 

“      i’m   not   talking   about   those   fucking   mouth   breathers   who   will   gobble   up   whatever   it   is   that   you   shit   out.      ”         the   tensile,   fraying   tether   of   her   temper   has   given   up   the   last   snapping   ghost.      she   feels   feral,   desperate,   all   the   rage      &      grief   set   to   a   simmer   beneath   her   skin   finally   tilted   into   past   the   boiling   point.      there’s   no   more   simpering   john   to   calm   him,   no   more   massaging   that   god   damn   etiolated   ego.      “      ------      COME   ON,      ”      goads   from   her   inward-leaned   jeer.      “      look   around   you      &      learn   to   read   the   fucking   room.      ”   

she   thrusts   a   fingertip   down   the   hall.      her   grin   is   stretched   so   tight   that   it   feels   like   her   cheeks   might   shatter   from   it.      but   the   triumph   flooding   up   at   finally,   finally   getting   the   truth   out   about   what   she   feels   is   an   impossible   rush   that   no   amount   of   liquor   or   heady   vapor   could   supersede.      “      these   pathetic   little   peons   don’t   worship   you.      they’re   terrified   you’ll   burn   them   to   a   crisp   if   they   set   even   a   single   foot   out   of   line.      ”   

@differentfuckingbreed​​​ said: “ why didn’t you wait for me? ”

Alectrona has tucked away within some corner, resting against the brick walls of the building behind her. Gloved hands press against an open wound, trying their very best to stop the bleeding. Really, she wasn’t supposed to go out on her own. Any time any patrol required her, she was always with someone else. Someone stronger, faster... someone better. She wasn’t strong enough to be out on her own. This was a prime example of why she had to be accompanied. Assailants had gotten away, and she ended up severely injured in the process. She couldn’t even hobble back to the Tower, finding herself too weak to walk. Instead she sits and waits, either for someone to rescue her or for death to come. Lucky her, Homelander has no trouble locating her. Tracking chips were a blessing sometimes. ❛ Hey... Guess I got a lil’ hurt, huh? No biggie... ❜ A weak laugh, it comes out as almost a wheeze. ❛ I think I just need a Band-Aid and I’ll be okay! ❜ 

@differentfuckingbreed​​ continued from [x]

“Not gonna lie-- I’m just as surprised as you. Especially when you can find so much free stuff on the internet as is--”

She’s not making eye contact with him, focusing on twiddling her thumbs. Best way to keep from embarrassing herself-- outside of the usual. “That being said? I poll pretty well with a really diverse group, apparently-- a traditionally pretty, big chested, Amazonian, who’s also a ‘nerd’ gets the attention of a lot of people. I’m also at conventions and doing publicity appearances-- takes up most my time since Edgar didn’t really trust me out doing actual heroics on my own.” Her temper was a real problem-- easy to spark and the more she loses control to it? The scarier she became. There was only a handful that could reel her back in- present company included. “-- oh, then there’s the adult toy line...”

She glances up for a quick moment but doesn’t hold it as she clears her throat softly raising a finger to twirl a lock of her hair around. “Basically since it’s the whole of my work, it just gets a lot of focus-- don’t need to split my attention.” You’re talking his ear off, Mandy-- 1000% he doesn’t actually care-- quit wasting his time and... Shut. Up. “--But money for the company is money for the company either way, right?” Good job.

❛ nothing kills me. ❜

     “Well, as much as you all like to think you are, you’re not exactly gods.”

It’s almost strange luck, how he had not only been able to get here, but the fact he had dealt with something stabbed into the head in such a manner. . .not the worst injury she’s dealt with or assisted with treating, but a surprising one even still.