#extraordinarygrrls

[chxxseyourfighter]

| @extraordinarygrrls | continued

He did not come here for the sake of starting a fight.  The days had not been kind to the hellspawn, night after night….nightmare, after hellish nightmare.  “I did not come here to bring you harm, I came here to extend to you my apologies.”  No matter how often his mind and soul would be taken from him, being split between humanity and the depth of hell….in the end, it would always come back to him.  Grasping onto humanity, his only way of not being taken and lost forever.  “What I…did to you, the things that I showed you.  Was something I should not have done.”  He was not asking for her forgiveness, nor did he expect it to be given to him.  

“But I do need your help with something…if you are willing.”  There was trouble in the outside world, someone, the Hellspawn knew in his past life…coming back seemingly to try and kill him again.  “There are people, people who are in danger, and I can not let them die due to my own past mistakes.  So, will you help me?”  

#😈 leading hell's army (spawn) #extraordinarygrrls

[maximummusesarch]

@extraordinarygrrls (sc)

"While I appreciate your zeal to help, Ms. Mason, the last thing I am is a frail old man. I can sufficiently carry my own groceries."

#||ERIK LEHNSHERR|| #extraordinarygrrls

[5mind]

this u?

"Do we look like turtles to you?" Blue Two asked, as if the green unit next to her was not decked out in a half-painted shell made of foam. What. They needed a monster for their hero show.

#extraordinarygrrls #[ ic : one in five ] #(( STOP NOT THE SQUIRTLE SQUAD FJSKDALFJSEKF

[toxicjaw]

"Don't let the anon make you feel bad, Syzoth. I also think ass slapping is weird and I'm from Earthrealm." - Imogen Idris.

"So the one anonymous was right. I'm glad to hear at least one Earthrealmer confirm it."

#extraordinarygrrls #get rektile; (crack)

[fantasywritten]

what do you get out of this? this overworking thing? (Peter and Abby)

IF IT WERE ANYONE ELSE, Strahm would’ve snapped. He was running on less than a couple hours of sleep; his muscles ached TERRIBLY, and with every new piece of evidence he discovered, it only gave him even more questions. A frustrated sigh escaped the FBI agent’s lips as he ran a hand through his hair, refusing to meet Abby’s gaze.

“I get the privilege of knowing that I’m doing EVERYTHING IN MY POWER to stop this monster,” he finally answered, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead. He was exhausted, starving, thirsty, ignoring his own needs to prioritize the needs of FUTURE VICTIMS. It seemed like a small price to pay. “If I stop, and more people die, I’ll always be thinking, ‘what if I continued on for JUST A LITTLE LONGER, pushed myself just a little more?’”

#peter strahm #extraordinarygrrls

[cagcd]

      It could not be helped,   this most persistent passion for the glamour of film and worlds of ideal fantasies had been a love wrought since early childhood,   how many hours had he spent glued to the edge of his seat,   marvelling at the wonders only movies made possible ?   A strong belief in a unique sort of magic that did not disappoint for long or prove to be false like common fantasies of fairies or woodland creatures.   While the innocence of this devote passion had been stained by arrogance and vanity of a self made image   [   that he was admittedly struggling to keep intact  ],   it held true against all odds   &.   grown much deeper as new horizons opened their gates since Liu Kang's invitation to the tournament in outworld.   Reality had shifted and merged into a life that both fascinates and fulfils and he's eternally grateful he hadn't passed on the opportunity as each day passes.   He's excited,   perhaps a little too excited,   always babbling and making references no one seemed to catch               even his own team didn't seem to have a taste as half good as his own,   it's frustrating,   but certainly not an excuse of any kind to shut his mouth anytime soon.   It was just a matter of time before he had won a few in his corner,   his latest achievement in the irony of a seer of the future to become a fan of doctor who had made him most proud.   &.   yet,   her taste for the most refined was a superiority that needed to be broken,    [   far too clueless of his own to fix instead.   ]

      "I've... I've watched action movies, Johnny." She said, a little exasperated, she's a Doctor Who fan now, which she's certain counts. "Like my parents weren't totally above it all, they really enjoyed Hero, Crouching Tiger, you know... I just haven't watched your action movies. No offence."

        ❛❛   No offence,   no offence ?   Oh,   sweet honey ice tea                you're not an action fan if you're not a Johnny cage fan.   ❜❜        he echoed most dramatically,   shaking his head in disapproval at a statement so   ...   preposterous,   exasperation painted plainly upon expression as though the other was the one who bothered him so relentlessly.   Though his annoyance was that of a genuine origin,   Imogen seemed so often ruled by the ideal and refined,   she undoubtedly missed on so many good things in her life.        ❛❛   Lucky for you,   I'm about to change that,   you're coming over this weekend.   An action marathon by yours truly,   eh ?   What do you say ?   I'm sure your quantum work won't mind it if you're a little   ...   tardis.  ❜❜         he chuckled,   proud of that one.

@extraordinarygrrls // imogen is a movie hater

#extraordinarygrrls #☆.⠀⠀⠀here's johnny⠀⠀⠀⎯⎯⎯⠀⠀⠀⠀(⠀answered !⠀) #//you're gonna be an action fan or so help him-

[psykicks]

"Ah! My heart can't take it!" Otto gave a cry and pinned one hand to his chest, crumpling onto the control panel behind him.

His lowered head raised again to face her, lips pulled back just enough to betray his smirk, which vanished as soon as it appeared. "Truly, your faith in humanity is too much for me."

@extraordinarygrrls

#starter: doctor octavius #extraordinarygrrls

[bastardsunlight]

(June/Jericho or like, yknow, Noxus muses)

It was hard to make a prognosis at this time. They only just managed to pull her from immediate danger. June would live, for now, but for how long? And will her magic survive with her? All they knew was this: The bedridden child had saved the Immortal Bastion and all inside it from destruction, overloading her own power and absorbing a force that was dangerous and violent, the equal and opposing force causing the threat to fizzle away, and June to fall to the floor in a heap.

This was not a restful period for June, as Le Blanc filled in the blanks that her own powers would manifest, if she had the strength. That her sacrifice meant nothing, that no one was waiting for her on the other side, and without her magic, she was useless, he would discard her. It was only the inner circle of the Bastion present, watching June listlessly whisper to herself. "Nothing... nothing..." If she were in this state before, she'd be rudely awakened and thrown back into her work, she was simply waiting to be seized.

"You best put her out of her misery now, Jericho... What is she to you without her powers? Even more of a burden... Nothing. It was pathetic, her infatuation for you Darius, you should all abandon her, go back to your posts, she means nothing... She'll die how she lived, alone in a dark room, in pain, unloved, nothing to anyone..." "Nothing... Nothing..."

Swain could hear the voice, that malicious thing—she was talking to both of them, his secret agent of Guile, former lover, and maestra of Noxian upheavals, successes and all manner of shifting since its inception as a sovereign nation. He tossed his hand about to dispel her, holding June’s small fingers in his large, ruby, demonic one.

She liked that hand, he knew, so he held hers with it.

Nearby, the Hand himself stood, arms folded behind, watching with concern, brows furrowed. Outside the door, he knew his brother waited, watched, and guarded. Draven was insufferably full of himself, but even had had come to appreciate the waif mage who’d taken up residence in the Immortal Bastion. He figured he probably scared her and that was just fine; she wasn’t his type anyhow, but there was something about her that made a fellow want to be protective—like a sister, he figured, since he’d never actually had one.

“You will recover, little one,” Swain purred, “but first you must rest… let your mind be at ease.” His free hand reached down to push hair off her sweat-soaked, clammy forehead. “And when you awaken, we will create wonders… Noxus has never known power like yours and with it, she will rise to supremacy…”

#Swain's love language is words of conquest. #handofnoxus #noxiangrandgeneral #response #extraordinarygrrls

[traptised]

extraordinarygrrls 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 :

(Abby) ❛  i don’t think we’ve met, i’m Abigail Cain. I work here, at the station, I'm a forensic scientist. ❜ don't mention anything weird, abby. don't talk about how you also cut open the guy she cut open to free herself, even though that is a thing you have in common with her. "you've been through a lot so... i mean maybe it's me, this is my first case, but they seemed kinda harsh, and i don't thin that's okay, are you okay? i'm talking too much aren't i."

She flinches, dried blood on her hands and down her cheeks and chest... ❝ Sorry... didn't mean to f-flinch. ... Name's Amanda ... and, I... I guess I'm 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 ? I... don't know if I'm okay... No one told me if you guys called Donnie's family... I knew him from the clinic... Am I going to jail... ? I-I just wanna go home ❞ She looks away, down at the table the detectives left her at. She says she wants to go home, but she doesn't have one. She just wants to go back to where she and Cecil stayed; having only enough for one month's rent, her time there was starting to tick. He went missing right when shit was getting tougher for them.

❝ A-Also I filed a missing person's report a month ago... I-Is there any news on it? ❞ (Or was it disregarded because the one filing it is a junkie?) Is her follow-up thought, but she keeps it to herself.

#extraordinarygrrls #* amanda ; threads . #* amanda ; answers . #drug mention tw

[thenexusofsouls]

(Michael/Dinah. Just while they're cuddling up together, Dinah gently caressing the scars on his back, just being real soft because they both deserve it) "i wish i could take the pain away."

"There's no need, Dinah. I'm used to pain. All through the centuries, I have felt the pain of countless injuries," Michael replied, not knowing how extremely not comforting what he just said to her actually was. He did enjoy the way she touched him, though. She was so unafraid and so compassionate... two things he was not used to from humans. Humans... I am mortal now myself. That was a difficult thing for him to wrap his mind around, even after so much time had passed.

#extraordinarygrrls #muse: michael

[spxcemuses]

@extraordinarygrrls​​ asked: “You’re not alone.” June @ Killian

[ Questions/Comments to be sent anonymously! ] | Always Accepting

Killian’s brows furrow for a moment, head tilting to the side to look back at her, his eye glowing an ominous blue. It flickered red momentarily, hurt stirring within him. The feelings weren’t from her comment, but in a general sense of hurt.

“ Yes I am. All this time, even before you, I’ve been alone. If I could handle it back then, I sure can handle it now. What difference would it make? ”

#( ice-cold revenge. ); Killian #extraordinarygrrls #. answered

[seidanguard]

June politely raises her hand. "Balenciaga is a luxury fashion house, sir. Founded in Spain in 1919, it still remains a powerhouse of haute couture. Personally, I prefer Dior and some smaller designers...." She was getting off track. "Um... I believe what they were trying to say is that you have a face similar to a fashion model, but in an editorial kind of way. It is a compliment, and it's true, you have a very nice face."

"Oh. Thank you for the clarification. And the for the compliment?" Hotaru didn't know what "editorial"or "hot culture" meant and he hadn't even begun to try to look into the weirdness of Earth "high fashion," but he kind of didn't want to know so he didn't press the issue.

Quite notably, Hotaru did not scorn her for complimenting his appearance. Take from that what you will.

#extraordinarygrrls #Ask #June

[maximummusesarch]

(june/cyrax) "I'm a lost cause. You should just forget about me." Her handlers had just chewed her out for one reason or another, men in white coats putting her down about all these distractions to her work, threats of termination, lobotimisation. Reminding her once again that she is not loved, she is not considered human, she's here to work, nothing more. "I'm not like... Them. I'm nothing, I'm just here to do the work... I'm sorry, I forgot my place."

"You've never talked much about them." He just realizes. He's told June about so much. The Lin Kuei as it was and as it should be, his brief stint with the Outer World Investigation Agency, and most recently the White Lotus. But June and her handlers? Cyrax knows little about. And from what he can gather, it sounds painfully familiar.

"...What do they do when that happens?"

#||CYRAX|| #extraordinarygrrls #||QUEUE||

[5mind]

Optimus Prime, but like... who fucking wouldn't amirite fellas?

Recommend romantic candidates for my muses and see their reaction!

"Are not there multiple versions of him?"

"If we are talking about the first one, he does seem nice."

#extraordinarygrrls #[ ic : one in five ] #((ngl fivey feels like theyre a rodimus typea fella lmao #((also no one asked but my favs are rattrap and hellbat #i miss hellbat bro they never have him show up in media ever since the idw1 comics

[illfatedpartners]

[𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊]: from forever again [𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌]: @extraordinarygrrls​ [𝐅𝐎𝐑]: Erik [𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄]:  “Can I help you?” - Genuinely asking if he needs help, maybe he's at the school 

❝ Why, my dear, do I look like I need help? ❞ Erik tells her, sounding more amused than anything else. Does this kid know who he is? It’s interesting how he crosses people on the street that have no idea who he is, not without his helmet. A hidden mutation, Charles’ favourite. Perhaps he can use this to his advantage - a clean slate. To see if he can persuade someone to see things his way without them thinking of the destruction his actions have taken in the past. A lesson in history...without his own. ❝ Are you new here, I presume? ❞

#extraordinarygrrls #muse (erik) #this is soooo late #but I hope it is okay! #life is queue

[fantasywritten]

@extraordinarygrrls asked: “You–you killed them…You killed all of them…” Abby and John

“No, I’VE NEVER KILLED ANYONE.” John’s voice was oddly calm for someone defending himself from accusations of murder. He gazed over at Abby, trying to decipher how she was feeling. BETRAYED. Disappointed. Terrified. Devastated.

“I apologize if you feel as though you’ve been DECEIVED.” There was no emotion behind his words; he was simply speaking as though he was talking about something as insignificant as the weather. “I must say, I did not expect to grow SO CLOSE to you. You have exceeded my expectations with your UNDYING KINDNESS.” In a strange way, Abby reminded him of Jill — sweet, intelligent, but naive.

“I DO hope you can find some level of understanding.” He knew it was unlikely for her to EVER understand why he did what he did — hardly ANYONE understood until they were rehabilitated — but he could always hope. “And I hope that you will forgive me for lying to you. It was never my intention to deceive you, but… you must understand, I HAD TO PROTECT MYSELF.”

#godddd #the manipulation here #✽ (049.) maybe i enjoy it just a little bit; does that make me insane? (jigsaw) #extraordinarygrrls #✽ (answered) — ask and you shall receive