Just so everyone’s aware, I recently decided to go forward with changing Connie from a fandomless OC to one based in conspiracy theories, specifically the Men in Black (though completely unaffiliated with the film franchise).

new verses!

marvel/dc

historical

' i love scandals about other people, but scandals about myself don’t interest me. they haven't got the charm of novelty. '

  being caught in the affairs of others wasn’t a constant for constanza, but it seemed as though new york bore always the brightest, always the brashest. how innocuous cafe banter could evolve into the mystique of the other person, of seeing briefly through another lens and a moment to walk a few steps in another’s shoes. from what was obvious, a hard-hitting reporter with scoops to find was always in the market for scandals, even if her own preference were of the whistle-blowing kind. dark eyes flitted towards him, contemplatively sipping some from her roasted brew.   ‘ that’s one way of putting it, isn’t it? not to mention, the nature of the scandal. you take too many wrong steps, and that scandal would go all pear-shaped pretty quickly, huh? walking on hot water and all. ‘

Give your heart & soul to me,  & life will always be La Vie en Rose x

wizarding schools (part i)

    “so, there's something here they’re protecting?” it would make sense; the omnics are heaviest in presence here, and damn if they’re strong. it’s strategic; put your best where you need them the most. the only question then is, what are they hiding? Jesse hums a bit as he peers over their cover, squints a bit before turning attention back to her. “seems we’ve got two options, go in, and see what they’ve got under the mattress, or we call in our assumptions and hike it back to to the rendezvous point.”

  ‘ seems like it . else i don’t think we’d be getting it this bad . ‘ it was enough of an assumption , the gumption to take them out riding higher than whatever sense of self-preservation might exist . constanza replenished the magazine of her pistol with bullets , then peering over the threshold of an egress and peering low to aim , strafing several and taking out three in the undertow . at the very least , she was better off with the sharpshooter than on her own , military experience notwithstanding . ‘ i say go in . were there more of us , i’d say go back out of sheer want of preservation , but those omnics look like they’re out to kill . and i sure as hell don’t want to see them go rogue just because a few folks like us ruffled their feathers too much . ‘

            a  soft  chuckle  EMITS  from  her  throat,  amusement  a  thing  evident  on  jaunty  features.  ❛  ah,  it’s  really  no  worries,  love  !  just  seeing  y’here  ALIVE  n’  well  is  a  good  enough  first  impression  for  me.  ❜  &  prompt  movements——lena  MATERIALIZES  by  opposite’s  side,  an  arm  quick  to  wrap  around  shoulders.   ❛  haven’t  seen  ya  much  around  here—new  recruit  ?  ❜

  need it be said that she was glad to be back ? a carousing smile matches that of the englishwoman , smirking at the offhanded jest . ‘ alive and well , huh ? man i’d hate to see the other guy . some dead one , or something . ‘ the dry attempt at humor was sobered by the convivial gesture , it enough to keep the smile broadly plastered . who’d have thought the flagship members were so friendly ? ‘ something like that . i was part of the army and we collaborated a lot with overwatch before the recall . guess you could say this is my real , formal entry as an official agent . ‘

@ezperenza​ || starter call

     “I didn’t mean to break it-” Fareeha started, “it just fell. And then I stepped on it, by accident.” The object in question, was one of the few decor that the watchpoint had. And Fareeha, had clumsily knocked it over and stepped on it. And unfortunately for her there was a witness.

  ‘ hey , it’s no sweat , agent amari . really , stuff like this happens all the time . ‘ constanza sauntered over to the woman , procuring the fallen item that appeared to be none other than a security camera , one cleverly disguised . shifting it over in her hands , the woman scrunching her expression for a moment before it became one of indigence .

  ‘ i think you did us a solid . this isn’t even ours ? jeez , who the hell watches this place , anyways ? either it’s a prank or talon’s getting its claws in us again . ‘

@boundvigilante​ -- ;

    it happens all the time; soldiers lost to their woes. stripped of everything that made them an individual; forced to conform, to obey orders, to kill. at a certain point, you start to forget what it feels like to be yourself, to be whole. “it gets better—” lame advice, hollow, devoid of raw emotions. (he feels the same; empty, indifferent.) “it gets better.”

    it doesn’t.

  ‘ you don’t sound too convinced , y’know . ‘

  but , constanza knows she doesn’t have to be the one to say so . mccree had grown up in tough circumstances , a past not everyone was privy to the specifics , but you knew . one look and she could practically see it in its abundance conveyed from him . she grew up in the upper crust , and her kids lost their father , but not the world . they’d grow up okay , even if there was a hole in all of their hearts . 

  ‘ don’t know about you , but i think a stiff drink is the best panacea here . ‘

@saltliicker​ -- ;

  they had traveled farther originally intended . once upon a time , savannah might’ve been a perfect place to take her family on vacation . now , it was a risk . it was overreaching and overextended beyond the periphery they’d intended . for almost a month now , she and her former alumnae from west point had decided on an ambitious run , farther than they’d gone before . from an old warehouse , flashlights were anxiously held , the scope on her automatic rifle fastened near the flashlight . within , doors screeched and the grotesquely gurgling of bloaters and the macabre sounds of dead weight splattering viscera wetly on the concrete . 

  constanza peeked inside from her sentry , calling out , ‘ might wanna hurry it up in there fellas . we don’t leave with those explosives soon , we may as well be roadkill . ‘

Crossfire - Stevie Ray Vaughan and Double Trouble (In Step, 1989)

              Would he ever get used to that? probably not. Jack Morrison was a quiet man most of the time. The only time he was talking was to his superiors and moments like this when others stopped and got his attention. ❛ I like to think I am really him. ❜ Cue the smile of the golden boy before nudging the stool for her to sit as he brought his own beer up to his lips. He didn’t like upper-class drinking joints, they never felt normal to him.  ❛ Nah nah, I don’t mind at all. Feel free to chat my ear off… But it helps to know your name now, kid.  ❜

  ‘ so you’re the real deal ? phew . i mean , it’s too early for impersonators . saw enough of ‘em last time my family could take me to graceland , ‘ constanza rambled , seemingly unaware that she was . could anyone blame her ? here was the man she and her boyfriend looked up to more than anything , that had compelled them to fight by overwatch’s side . one of its founders and top of the brass , only -- he was a hell of a lot more modest than what people might otherwise assume . else , what would he be doing her , chatting up someone who was little more than a private ? swirling the contents of her tumblr , feeling her giddiness taper off . ‘ it’s just , my boyfriend and i look up to you and overwatch a lot . sacrificing so much of yourself for the greater good . it’s the stuff of any soldier’s dream , y’know ? -- oh , it's constanza . ‘

    “pulling up the rear, mind yer head.” he’s calm over the coms, always is, despite the hectic state of the field. Jesse’s done this a thousand time, been in worse before. the odds stacked against them aren’t pretty, but the gunslinger’s always had a way of wiggling out of shit situations. he pulls up her flank as said, fires from the hip once, twice, thrice before he’s skidding into cover beside her, minding his hat, mentally counting his shots. “status?” all focus, all business while he mentally tallies the ammunition left at his disposal; enough to earn them a way out, he thinks. enough to do some damage.

  well -- shit . how often was it that one happened to be talking ear to ear with one of the top tiered agents . swallowing down her chagrin through the chaos , she resumed , ‘ got it . you too , chico , ‘ rather offhandedly . from what she could see , it wasn’t a simple case of omnics trashing their efforts or talon getting greasy for once . the woman cocked her gun and unleashed a hailstorm of bullets that incapacitated a small filing of them , retort fire razing along the window sill she’d aimed from . and before you know it , he’s there , gun smoking and cowboy hat looking like it’d seen better days . ‘ we’re clearing out this area . thing is , it’s the most heavily guarded and those omnics ain’t exactly fallin’ like flies , ‘ she responded in kind , methodically replenishing her machine gun’s magazine . 

Vixen in Birds of Prey v1 #071 (2004)