Oh this makes sense!
and it is relevant
wait wasn’t there an x-men that could turn into a diamond formwhat if Miss Greed is one of the Xmen
Greed= Emma Frost
but she’s lucky her diamond shield would only be an outer coating, otherwise things could end up like this….
ouch.this is why Greed needs to regulate her drinking
“SHOTS
SHOTS
SHOTS
SHOTS”
While the sin in its original incarnation was certainly proud of his ultimate shield- miss Greed is downright vain about it. Especially since, though in a rather haphazard sort of way, James found he could turn it into diamond. She always needs a reason not to show it off(surprising is how often she’s able to suppress the urge in good sense). In fact, Greed actually believes that fully shielded, she is in her natural state of being and therefore at her most stunning- beautiful even. The fact that it causes most humans fear only reinforces that idea: fear from the ‘weaker’ is an incredible ego boost, the way a woman may use her looks alone to intimidate. If Greed can have her way just by showing off her carbon she’d actually rather the easy way over using that brute force-
It’s all about intimidation. Show just enough fang…Oh this makes sense!
and it is relevant
wait wasn’t there an x-men that could turn into a diamond formwhat if Miss Greed is one of the Xmen
Greed= Emma Frost
but she’s lucky her diamond shield would only be an outer coating, otherwise things could end up like this….
ouch.
While the sin in its original incarnation was certainly proud of his ultimate shield- miss Greed is downright vain about it. Especially since, though in a rather haphazard sort of way, James found he could turn it into diamond. She always needs a reason not to show it off(surprising is how often she’s able to suppress the urge in good sense). In fact, Greed actually believes that fully shielded, she is in her natural state of being and therefore at her most stunning- beautiful even. The fact that it causes most humans fear only reinforces that idea: fear from the ‘weaker’ is an incredible ego boost, the way a woman may use her looks alone to intimidate. If Greed can have her way just by showing off her carbon she’d actually rather the easy way over using that brute force-
It’s all about intimidation. Show just enough fang…
“Why yes. Y e s i t d o e s” …((/rolls around… falls down the stairs/))
us naughty shippers
Masters of subtlety…
so I’ve had some mildly weird-as-shit tags tracked for miss Greed, just for the lols…
and for some reason the fact that really I need to go to fucking sleep I wondered if there would be anything under a ‘penguin porn’ tag
so I checked
and there is. there is PENGUIN PORN.
Amy Winehouse — Rehab
I ain’t got the time and if my daddy thinks I’m fine…
Ooh, that hair flip…
She returned the aggressive kiss- quite unable to restrain the dominant working of her tongue and forced Sofya closer. But Greed pulled away delicately, as if to tease. “Then I won’t- but no one’d hold it against you for wanting more,” she purred, thoroughly amused.
Worries and talking weren’t exclusive, but Sofya didn’t say that. She didn’t need to seem any more, oh, what had Greed said? Uptight? Anxious? She shifted her eyes to the side. Greed seemed…almost self-deprecating. But Sofya knew better. Even Greed was still a homunculus, and was definitely more secure than she knew- at least, that was how Sofya saw it. She knew there was always some kind of struggle, whether it was a war of mass destruction or a fatal, inward sacrifice. That was just how it worked, and if Greed was going to challenge that, she was both the most foolish and desirous woman she’d ever met. Foolish to the universe, and too clever for most humans. “The people who fall for me…are nothing compared to the people who really do run this world, though,”she sighed. The homunculi weren’t just some lower-ranking pawns she could brush aside with the rubble by waving her hand, even the Central Command….held her fate. “But lying isn’t a luxury….it’s…” she folded her hands contemplatively. She didn’t want to say it was for survival….but it was. So she lied once more, or at least, showed a different truth- ” a necessary strategy. People see lies that they tell themselves anyway.” She glared at the alcohol Greed held in front of her. Even though she was smaller than some people, she did have good tolerance….to a point. Raising an eyebrow, she took a drink from the glass silently.
“Fate considers many people, Greed. But consideration doesn’t mean it all…” a moment passed. “You’ll get your fate and I’ll get mine. It’s what is considered…not who.”
Was there anything to worry about? She suddenly couldn’t recall. The homunculus naturally became distracted from Sofya’s logical answers to her illogical impulses. Impulse, after all, was what drove her to do anything, to cause whatever ridiculous words to spill out of her mouth. Impulse drove her to order a tall bottle of dry gin- the best they had- and a pair of shot glasses with that priceless grin plastered across her face. The evening was still new after all, and she was interested to see what would become of it. All she wanted was to douse the both of them in alcohol; it generally tended to make things. Oh- and that steak should’ve been out sooner or later…
“Wanna’ know something though,” she mused, letting the clear liquid spill slightly, over the rim of one of the glasses, then the other she’d set in front of Sofya. “I couldn’t’ve guess fate would have us here tonight. What d’you think- we’re not exactly the most likely of acquaintances, eh?” She took back a shot quickly, blinking back at the alchemist twice after.
“Since I’m not one…. to take advantage of the art of a good lie…” miss Greed smiled in a way she thought irresistibly charming, “is there anything- anything at all- you might still like to ask a genuine homunculus? C’mon, there’s gotta’ be something else you’re wondering. We may not have ever been intended to be what you humans call friends, but I don’t mind you being a little invasive… or a lot… I’d actually rather like it…”
That certainly wasn’t a secret.
[Well of course, heheh… no one can stroke a Greed’s ego quite like another Greed- this is a constant truth…]
…my darling possessions”
Her pissy mood from earlier had somewhat worn off. Nothing good scotch couldn’t fix.
“Wait, there is Greed… That actually has tits? My god. Either way, I guess I need to say ‘hi’ or some stupid shit like that.”
“If you must,” miss Greed shrugged, amused. “So you’re familiar with another Greed? Think it goes without saying I’m the improved model- tits included and all.” Always failing to recognize the concept of personal space, she leaned in, “And who’re you? Y’seem familiar…”
