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fishyy-fish · 5 months
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Bettman, holding a gun to Connor McDavid: tell me your secrets you piece of shit
Connor McDavid, who doesn’t want to go to All Star this year: can you feel your heart burning? Can you feel the struggle within? The fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. You cannot kill me in any way that matters.
Bettman, cocking the gun, tears streaming down his face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU
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agentxnova · 2 years
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*     ◟    :    〔   tessa thompson ,      cisfemale   +   she/her    〕 nova   vergara ,      some say you’re a  forty lost soul among the neon lights.      known for being both  dedicated  and  cynical,  one can’t help but think of  hurricane by cannons  when you walk by.    are you still a   federal agent  at   the NYPD   /   the government,     even with your reputation as the workaholic?     i think we’ll be seeing more of you and   a collection of blue prints with detailed specs scribbled on the cover, a stack of neatly organized files with color coded labels, and a graveyard of electronics that didn’t survive  humanoid wrath  although we can’t help but think of athena grant 911, olivia pope scandal, rosa diaz from brooklyn nine-nine   whenever we see you down these rainy streets.      (     j  ,      33  ,     she/her  ,      mst    +   none  .      )
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BASICS -
Birth name:  REDACTED
Name currently: Nova Vergara
age: forty
gender/pronouns: cis female, she / her
height: 5′4
sexual orientation: bisexual
relationship status: Married to her job
birthday: May 10th
zodiac: Taurus
alignment: chaotic good
hometown: REDACTED
affiliations: the government
occupation: federal agent
current residence: brooklyn, sometimes a cot under her desk
financial status: higher middle class
familial connections of note: tbd
BACKSTORY-
TW: Kidnapping (implied), Child Death (implied)
Nova thought her parents boring, and being the eldest life itself was paved in disappointment. It wasn’t until a school paper unlocked something that intrigued her. Because of their escalated reactions to a paper about her history. She was seven and her sister was five.  They said that it didn’t matter what they came from, and pointed out that their midwest life was paved in happiness.  It took them two hours in a round about way to not answer her homework. The consequence? A D on her paper. Why would they act that way?
The truth surfaced her senior year of high school when she became romanced with the idea of free education under the guise of the US military. Except for when she went to turn in her applications with her stellar grades at first she was turned down - Nova Vergara’s social security number actually belonged to a deceased child under the name Vanessa Suarez.
Eighteen years old and she was sat next to her sibling holding their hand. The agent at the table with them dealt the pure honesty to them as lightly as possible. The two Vergara siblings were protected. Why? They didn’t know. 
A corrupt federal agent had enlisted them in a veiled witness protection program. One that no one knew the code to crack. Their lives had been a lie. Their parents weren’t their parents, or were they? They wrapped the news with a ribbon that the siblings could enlist in the military, or take hush money to start their lives again someplace else. Her sibling chose the money, and moved to New York. A city lifestyle and nothing remote that they were used to. Nova, however, chose the military. The Air Force to be exact is where the testing landed her. 
It wouldn’t be until after she climbed the ranks, and returned to midwest with metals scattered across her dressings. Nova’s eyes would lock to the parents that raised her through a plastic guard. Letters left unanswered by her, but they still sent them. Part of her thought perhaps there were codes in the letters themselves. In her career, she had studied other coding, but still that feeling never left her. To this day she still has the letters. Once she turned thirty-five her coworkers alerted her. A prison break, and her parents were now missing. Never found. The letters still come with different areas of postage, and she has not told a soul.
Nova settled at the NYPD office as a federal agent to investigate the spikes of criminal activities four years ago. A stern expression, because no matter how much she climbed that letter of the government. One question still remained unanswered.
Who was she really? Who was her sibling? 
Timeline  (need to finish! ) -
WANTED CONNECTIONS
Air Force buddies - from her time in the military. Could also be rivals.
Fellow “heroes” - other agents trying to clean up the world like she is currently.
Baddies - people she is currently tracking/ trying to collect enough to arrest them. 
Paths crossed - Those she may have dealt with before, maybe she put someone they know in the prison system? maybe themselves and they’re out now? 
Significant Other - Nova is a workaholic 10/10, but i figure she has a spouse that may or may not be tired of her shit. Missing dates because she’s locked into the intel of files. Forgetting anniversaries, you know the drill. 
Coworker she shares pets with ( co pet parent) - Her sibling took note of her loneliness without her having to mention it. Taking a note from their parents she leaves a letter attached to some creature that she figures Nova can’t fuck up. It started with a goldfish, a betta, a rabbit. Smaller pets, and still sometimes Nova tries to pawn them off on other people because she’s busy. 
Childhood friends - someone that grew up with her in the midwest, and runs into her in NY. 
Exes (0/5) - She has an ex graveyard, mainly because her career always came first. She is most likely the reason it didn’t work out, and she wouldn’t be apologetic about it. Tense ex connections that will likely not rekindle. 
Something’s off (0/2) - Possibly someone that uncovers some real shards of who she really is. They could dangle the info over her, and she would play ball for a bit. Before she punches them in the face. 
Mentor (55+)  - the agent that broke the truth to her and her sibling, which would have later been the person to show her the ropes. 
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biting is a love language biting is a love language Biting Is A Love Language-
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lotus-pear · 8 months
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rewatched bsd w my friend seeing it for the first time and the nostalgia of seeing these two together again hit me like a bus
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tundrrra · 2 years
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whore (affectionate)
sweetheart (derogatory)
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maliciousalice · 2 months
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What would you do if you saw this? Be honest.
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outsockk · 5 months
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*warrior cats your rivulet and moon*
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beanghostprincess · 3 months
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I will forever love seeing Luffy and Nami holding Zoro's swords. He's so protective of those three but it's not even because he fears something might happen to them, but because he's scared something might happen to the crew and himself if he doesn't have them with him. They're like extra limbs. The ones he uses to fight and protect and breathe. He feels uneasy whenever his swords aren't around him, and that is just a fact. You can't deny that he feels comfort in having them by his side at all times, knowing that he'll be able to protect the crew from any dangers. They're tied to his heart and soul in a way that if he loses sight of them he might actually lose himself too. So he does not enjoy seeing his swords in somebody else's hands. They can disappear, he will find them. They can run away, he will follow. They can break, he trusts them not to but if they do, he will keep going carrying their bond with him still. But he doesn't like seeing them in somebody else's hands because those are his swords. His limbs. His heart. His soul. It's just not right. It never feels right. But.
But.
But sometimes Luffy acts like he knows what he's doing and actually asks for permission instead of just taking what he wants. As if crossing Zoro's boundaries would be unforgivable, when he knows Zoro would give him anything he wanted to take from him. But he asks. He asks, with a careful, polite, deep voice Zoro isn't used to hearing. But it always ends with the softest of smiles and the petition reaches a place inside of Zoro's heart that he just knows has also touched his swords. So he lets him, because how could he not, and he runs his fingers through all of them. Amazed. Astonished. Respectfully talking to them as if they could hear him. And they can. Zoro knows they hear and feel and love and crave and long for his captain's touch. He knows, because he does too. Because who wouldn't? Luffy holds them in a way he never holds anything else- Carefully. Like they aren't his. Like befriending somebody he fears might reject him. Like taking hold of Zoro's heart and holding him so gently in case he might break him. He worships them as if he weren't the god in this relationship. He looks handsome, too. Not pretty. Not cute. Handsome. Mature. His hat covers his adventurous gaze but leaves his mischievous grin for the whole world to see. And yet, the swordsman trusts him enough. Without any look or any word. He knows Luffy's face by heart, he realizes, now that he can picture his eyes quite too perfectly under his hat. His skin glistens under the sun and his tender fingers hold the sword with so much clumsiness it looks dumb. He doesn't know how to hold them, yet they don't want to move away from him. It's clumsy but it takes over them. Maybe it's his haki. Maybe it's the effect the future king of the pirates has. Zoro thinks it's just him. Luffy. And his heart stops the second Luffy smiles, as if he had just heard the sword respond to him. He wants to kiss him. Bite him. Let him bite back and draw blood and eat him. Let him hold him the way he holds the swords but tighter. Closer. Maybe he's in love. Zoro. With Luffy. It's not a maybe. Who is he trying to trick? He knows he is in love. With the way he smiles and the way he holds and the way he wants but respects and loves. It's funny like that, the fact that Luffy keeps being so careful when Zoro would let him tear his heart apart and eat it if he so desired. It's funny that the swords love him with such gentleness when they often demand power. Perhaps kindness is the most powerful weapon of all or, at least, Luffy's most powerful skill. Zoro hates it when somebody else holds them because they don't own them. They don't own him. He doesn't even own his swords, anyway. Nobody can. They're his the same way he's theirs, just with a bit more dominance and respect. But Luffy isn't owning them. He's praying to them. Talking to them. Befriending them. Loving them. And they would bow to him if he so desired. Zoro knows they would, as fierce as they are and violent as they seem and as sharp as they cut. They'd bow to him because Zoro would too. The uneasiness does not exist when Luffy is the one to hold them because, if Zoro had to give out his soul for somebody to take care of, that would be Luffy. And if he has to be unprotected. Naked. Bare in front of a thousand soldiers. He will if it's Luffy the one fighting instead.
Sometimes Nami wants to hold them just to feel what it's like to be in Zoro's shoes. It's a stupid reason. He refuses to let her do it as an instinctive reaction at first. She doesn't seem as interested in following the protocol as Luffy is, but she knows where to stop and she knows what to say to get on Zoro's nerves, anyway. She's equally as fierce. Equally as sharp. He won't let her hold any cursed sword, but it's not like she wants to. She's smarter than that. Careful and respectful but not that interested in the swords and what they mean, more in how they feel. Zoro gets it. Kind of. Somehow. She says something about always letting them eat her precious tangerines, so he should humor her by letting her hold Wado at least. She isn't pushing him. He knows she wouldn't. She's just teasing because she knows. She always knows. She knows he will say yes. Because he always does what she says, although he keeps demanding a bit of respect to not be treated like a dog. But Nami never forces him to do anything. He could refuse. She would give up at some point. But there's just something about her- Stubbornness. Strength. Love. So much love and care and worry and anger. And Zoro likes her. She's selfish, too, like a pirate should be. Stronger than Zoro in the ways that matter. Smarter, too, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud. But she leads the way and he follows, not because that's a dog's job, but because he wants to. He trusts her. Something he never thought he would. But he does. She's smart. She leads the way. She knows where they're going. They somehow are the same and totally different at the same time. Zoro grounds Luffy when he gets lost. Nami leads them both so they won't. So there's something about her curiosity that makes him soften. He never knows exactly why he does what she says. Why he indulges her like that. But it's satisfying, for some reason he refuses to read within himself, the satisfactory and pleased grin on her face when he hands her Wado. She's careful with her. Awful at holding her. Bad posture. Great smile. Horrible movements. Beautiful eyes. It's okay, though, he thinks. Wado likes her because Zoro likes her. Nami loses interest within a minute, complaining about the weight and the sudden realization of "you always have this thing in your mouth" which makes her want to give her back. But she stares at her for a whole minute. It isn't her thing, but her eyes spark when the sword is returned to Zoro. Trust. A smile. Thankfulness. Her bangs are getting a bit longer and one strand of hair gets in the middle of her teasing smirk. She says she prefers her clima-tact, but swords are fine, "I guess". "She's pretty" she says. Zoro thinks she is pretty. Nami. In a way he can't quite describe because he has never really been good at that. But she is. Like a blade. Sharp. But in the right hands this time for her not to cut the ones she loves anymore. She hands him a tangerine next, every time he lets her hold his sword. An exchange. "I give you something that matters. You give me something that matters". Zoro wants to say it's not the same, but the tangerine is sweet. Juicy. His fingers then smell strongly of citrus. Almost as similar as steel. If he can feel Nami's heartbeat in every bite, he wonders if she has been able to hear his in the hilt of his sword. Calm. Peaceful. Safe.
Zoro doesn't like seeing his swords in somebody else's hands because those are his swords. His limbs. His heart. His soul. It's just not right. It never feels right. But.
But sometimes it does.
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beatcroc · 1 year
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the real joke here is that i'm pretty sure fake pep is like totally average person height, it's just that the rest of this cast are fuckin pipsqueaks
hey! it's a series! fake peppino world tour: [noise] [noisette]<-u are here [peppino] [gustavo] [gerome] [noisette again]
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ann-archyy · 6 months
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The best of besties! with a side of monkie
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screachogreilige · 11 months
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somethign happened and this was made
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erineas · 3 months
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This is how the joke started
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And this is the joke itself
Anomaly design belongs to @htsan
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shwarmadillo · 8 months
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it’s so funny and tragic that tumblrinas are literally The Target Audience for bottoms (the movie) and yet it will never reach its full potential on this site because the tag is fucking censored
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honey-doc · 1 month
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Canaries: paralyzed and unconscious
Me: Look at everyone carrying them awwwww so precious <33333 I love them so much🩷💗💝💘💕❤️
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phantom-0-writer · 23 days
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danny died bc he tripped and accidentally turned on the portal? actually that was the reaction waves of krypton finally dying reaching earth. the wave of kryptonite coincidentally gave danny his powers.
ghost form? thats actually his body's reaction to the sudden surge of power (which includes shape shifting). his phantom form is what he looks like as a "kryptonian".
he doesn't rly align w the other supers? thats bc each kryptonian family has their own source (aka core) for their powers. the s on superman's design means hope and prosperity, and is the symbol of the house of el. which is why kryptonite (formed by the death of their planet/ Disparity) weakens them
danny isn't from the house of El. his fam represented life/resilience, which is why he's weakened by blood blossoms, created by gruesome death. and also y danny can see the dead kryptonians and interact w them. (his house ruled over/ controlled the phantom zone???? maybe)
clark was ecstatic to find out that the yj's newest recruit was a kryptonian. danny was surprised when the scans/mandatory physical said he was actually an alien. bruce is happy for clark, but isn't happy to know that apparently kryptonite isn't an effective contingency plan. konner doesn't know how to feel abt his new team mate.
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mysticalcats · 1 month
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hes autistic because i said so
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