❝ We don’t just act like Avengers anymore…                             we are Avengers. ❞ 

Shikei, here! It's been less than a week since this blog was made and I've gotten into the Young Avengers, DC, and Marvel. In just that small period of time, I've gotten 150 of you beautiful nerds to do my bidding get to know and love! 

                Hope you enjoy~ Here we go!  

Bold = My love for you burns with the intensities of 1000 human torches

Italics = I watch you from afar and hover over your askbox, never to press the 'ask' button. 

Bold&Italics = I'm inviting you to bed, my home, my threads, my kokoro 0c0, like, we should rp/we should rp MOAR

 { ⊰ ✡ ⊱ } ——                        Cute.         But { I } can actually fly.

Next To Normal Ask Meme: Send Me One To See How My Muse Will React

"You want me to try?  I can try, but there won't be any promise as to results.  You need to understand that.

"C'mon. There must be something fun to do around here." Kara half smiled, "lets go something." 

Put a "◊" in my ask for a sticky note left on your fridge in the morning by my muse.

        ❝I think I just got shot in the leg.    ---- or something which hurts like a bitch.❞

         Same cell. Same surroundings. Same stupid grey bed sheets. Same view. Same neighbors. Same routine, different day. Get up, sit in solitary for a few hours, lunch, taken out for exercise – manual labor – shower, dinner, bed. There was only so many days one could take of such repetativeness before they cracked. For Mindy, that happened about two and a half years ago. She was fine and then suddenly she snapped, unleashing all the rage she had in her little body onto the on-duty guards, the only way they had managed to stop her was with an injection.

          After the incident, she had been forced into psychiatric care. Spending even more time inside but not inside a cell. Not anymore, anyway. At first, she was strapped to a bed, not allowed to see anyone except for a nurse and whatever guard was on duty. Not like it was helping her situation at all, it just made her crazier. She had spent a good month in that secluded room before being allowed to walk around freely with the other patients. Whilst there, she only had the company of fellow inmates. Although she was placed in a mostly mens prison, the psych ward was almost entirely female and it was most definitely what she needed.

          After another year and a half of being in there, she was finally moved back to the main prison, back with the men, back to the exact same cell. Either they held it for her or the person after her wasn’t in for a long stay. They also didn’t clean or check the cell, her old sharpened toothbrush was still attached under the bed, along with a few blood droplets that had stained the cement floor. If you lifted her shirt you would find the exact cause of it.