Independent RP account, will play with any fandom.

superfinefeline:


          Now was her time to shine. Having grown up in
          a place just like this, she knew how things went
          down. “Почему бы вам не позволить все Ист-Энде
          знаюмы здесь, ты дебил. Мы платим клиентов,
          и намобещали полную свободу действий.

          “The man’s face seemed to
          redden at being called a moron, but that aside, he
          tipped his hat and moved out of the way, flicking his
          cigarette in the process. 
          Selina went in first, “Мы хотим, чтобы все девушки
          прежде чем мы решим, кем мы хотим.

He had no idea what she had said to him, but it was enough to embarrass the poor sap and get him to step aside. Times like this he wished he’d let Nat teach him some Russian when she had offered. The Russian opened the door, inviting them inside.

"Сюда. У нас есть все и все, что вы могли хотеть."

Flash grimaced. The inside somehow looked even grimier than the outside. They passed a few more Russian gangsters on their trek through the building. He kept count, just in case things blew up in their faces later…just so he’d know what to expect.


Reblog if your muse had a bad childhood

superfinefeline:


          Selina watched on with obvious fascination as
          the man’s suit took shape, reforming itself to fit
          his body in new ways, revealing his face in the
          process. Now there was a suit she could use.
          Something that could shift instantly. She’d be
          able to get in and out of anywhere without a single
          suspicious brow raise in her direction. Note to
          self… find out more about that suit.

          "Fair enough," she said, snapping out of her little
          awestruck moment. “Let’s get going then. Follow
          my lead. Don’t speak unless you have to. That is…
          unless you can speak fluent Russian as I can, da?” 

"The uh…best I can manage is "bad, 80s Russian action movie badguy accent". So uh…I’ll just keep my mouth shut." Flash followed after her. She seemed to have a plan…or at least, something close to one. She was capable, and besides…he had her back should things go south. Hidden in their disguises, the wallcrawler followed the feline to the front of the building.

There, a grizzled looking man stopped them. Well dressed, his face was heavily scarred. He glared at the duo, scowling deeply. Flash’s hand tensed, ready to make a grab for his gun.

"Чего ты хочешь? Это частная собственность."


tinygothsymbiotechild:


I DO WHAT I WANT. 

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JUST WEAR HEADPHONES!


tinygothsymbiotechild:

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YOU STARTED IT. 

YOU’RE THE ONE BLASTING MUSIC AT 3 IN THE MORNING!


tinygothsymbiotechild:


I’M NOT LISTENING TO RAP. 

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…….

REALLY, ANDI? IT’S TOO EARLY FOR THIS.


tinygothsymbiotechild:


I’M NOT SLEEPY. SHUT UP. 

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WELL I AM.

SO LET ME SLEEP.


misterjjj:

There’s always someone bigger, meaner and tougher…

Agent Venom vs. Toxin from Venom #34 (Vol. 2)
by cullenbunn, dshalv​ and Lee Loughridge


How to calculate the approximate age of any Marvel character: A guide

bedabug:

This is really easy. First thing you need to understand is for every 1 year that passes in Marvel time, 3 years pass in real time. Once you know that the rest is easy.

Minus the year of their first appearance from the current year. Divide by three. Add the age they were in their first appearance.

Example: Kitty Pryde (Shadowcat). First appearance 1980, age then: 13.

2012 - 1980 = 32.

32 / 3 = 10.66

10.66 + 13 = 23.66

Kitty is 23 and 2/3rds years old and will turn 24 next year because that will complete the three year for every one year mark.

Now the 1:3 ratio is a quote from Stan Lee himself, it’s not exact and writers take liberties with ages often, however it’s a good approximation.


superfinefeline:


           "If you insist. We’ll give your half to the women’s
           shelter once we get these girls out.” Pulling up
           to the curb, Selina glanced into the backseat,
           rummaged around and found two coats and a
           pair of hats. Just like the Russians to have such
           things lying around. “Here,” she grabbed a set
           for him, “put these on. We won’t stand out as
           much.” Putting the fedora over her catcowl, she
           then slipped on the trench coat, doing her best
           to hide her curves. “Let’s go. That building,” she
           nodded, “right there. Do what you have to, but don’t
           let the girls get caught in the crossfire.” 

"Don’t need ‘em…", Flash tossed the outfit into the backseat, the symbiote shifting around him to mimic the appearance of a long trench coat. The mask peeled back to reveal his face…no harm in showing it if she had no idea who he was, right? He placed the hat over his head.

"You’re in charge, boss lady…let’s crack some skulls and save the day.", he flashed a smirk as he stepped out of the car.