((not me forgetting these accounts are a thing 🤣🤣 ))

"oh shit...am I... I'm flying?!" "I'm flying! Oh shit!" "Shit! How do you control this?!"

"it's...green? That's a new one..." "Yikes."

Hazel was back in her apartment, no clue how she got there. Her hands, arms, clothes, face, they were all covered in blood. It was sticky and mostly dry now, but it wasn't hers. She has no idea whose it is, and rushed to her kitchen sink. Scrubbing it off as quickly as she can.

Hazel has chosen to go into 'work' today, and on an eventful day. Some of the wealthy are throwing a large party on a yacht. Bombs have already been placed on the boat. Her boss wants Hazel on the ship with a remote to blow it up and take everyone with it, knowing she'd survive. "Shit..."

Hazel destroyed her radio. It was annoying her, and yes she knows how to turn it off. And how to unplug it. Destroying it was more satisfying.

Hazel hugs her coat to her body, she's been walking for hours. She does care that it's cold or that her shoes are soaked from the snow. She thought the fresh air would help. So far...no luck.

"ugh, snow. I hate the fucking cold. I'm staying in bed!" By bed, she means on her cold floor. Because she still has not decided on furniture choices for her new place.

"same goes for you. Anyone fucks with you, they get to deal with the fun side of my blade."

"I tried to get my hair back to brown, but every strand of hair has been replaced with thin, silver wires. So the dye didn't take."

Hazel is looking at a furniture catalog, her apartment is still empty. She wants to furnish it but she's worried about what to get. She's has a mini fridge & some tables circled. It's the seats & bed she can't decide on. Her head is too spikey, she doesn't know what to pick.

"I still can't get the marshmallows out of my spikes. I even tried tongs." "Help!"

"Okay, whose bright idea was it to put marshmallows on the spikes behind my head?!" "I can't reach them all to get them off!!"

((WRITING CHALLENGE!!! .... If you dare!! .... I bet you WON'T!!!! .... Ready for it? .... I don't think you're ready... .... You're still reading? .... You are bold! .... You are brave! .... You can do it! .... Ready? .... Okay... .... Here it is! .... Send me a starter! ))

"Gotham doesn't have a decent park that my employer hasn't attacked." "Not to mention all the smog everywhere, there's barely any good nature places here." "I just want to nap in a tree. Is that too much to ask for?"

Hazel is on her building's roof, sitting on the ledge. Watching the people down below in silence. She can't sleep tonight.

"Ready to comply." -Daughter of Winter Soldier -Mother Unknown -Sister to MANY!!!! -Made & raised by HYDRA -Loyal HYDRA experiment -NO SHIPS -NO LEWD -Dark themes likely.

"my hands are annoying me. And I can't even chop them off!"

"how long do second degree burns take to heal?" "I've never been burned before, so I wouldn't know."

"was no one going to tell me I've been walking around with a pillow on my spikes?!" "How long has this fucking thing been there?!" She is now struggling to remove it from the spikes on her head.

Hazel is trying again to get her flames to work. She managed to form a ball, but something odd happened. Her own flames burned her, which has never happened before. "Shit!" She holds her hand in pain, looking over the burned flesh. "What the hell?!"

Hazel woke up with a pillow stuck to the spikes on her head. No, she has not noticed yet.

"they've been shut down several times, but that won't stop them. Even the Avengers tried, they're not the kind you can stop. They're the kind to avoid. They did this and more to me, and I doubt it's over." "It's never over."

"a terrorist organization, that specializes in biological and technical science. Nothing good, absolutely nothing."

"I'm hungover." "Fuck off and go away."

"and can someone explain the Ball Drop to me? Who decided that the best way to celebrate the New Year was by dropping a ball?!" "How did that even happen?"

"ugh, more holiday bullshit." "Kinda glad I moved to Gotham before the New Year. Now I don't have to worry about the Ball Drop traffic."

Hazel would scoot away, too worried her spikes will hurt him. "I...don't think so. There's no way to fix it, HYDRA saw to that. I just...I need to figure it out."

"when does existence become optional?" "Can existence be optional?" "Just curious."

"nothing." Hazel quickly pulls her hood over her head. Her physical appearance has changed recently and she's self conscious about it still. the hood is hiding the spikes that cover her head. "Just...alien power issues."

"fuck!" Hazel has been trying all day. She can't produce her flames, the closest she's gotten is a tiny spark. "The hell is wrong with me?!"

Hazel covered the spikes on her head with decorative bows. She was trying to make them less obvious, but they didn't really work out. "I look fucking ridiculous."

((twitter still won't let me send anything, but at least I can view tweets now. Fucking twitter!!!))

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........... independent interpretation of the Winter Soldier memory issues NOT Bucky Barnes very dangerous into the #TARDIS (edit made by lioness_pride on tiktok)

Feeling irritated and frustrated, Hazel heads down to her training grounds to try and take her anger out productively. She also needs to keep practicing with her powers. She's made her flames once but hasn't been able to do it again.

((twitter is giving me issues again. I'm just going to chill here until it stops being dumb. I think this has something to do with my new phone. I'm just done at this point.))

"I'm moving out of Brooklyn, I've decided and I'm not changing my mind." "I keep...no, I'm tired of feeling like this. Time to go somewhere no one gives 2 fucks who I am." "And I know just where to go."

"why do people celebrate the New Year?" "Has history not taught anyone anything? Next year won't be some beautiful miracle. It will be the same as this year, just with issues all its own." "In fact, it may even be worse than this last year." "So why are you all celebrating???"

"that could be a number of things. Dehydration, lack of caffeine- if you drink caffeine, could be your body's way of telling you to take a nap and get sober. Could be any of that. I don't use aspirin or anything like that, so I don't have any on me."

"that is an excellent point." Hazel responds with a nod, pulling out a snack box & a water bottle from her bookbag. Handing it over. "Blue berries, sharp cheddar cheese, and whole wheat crackers. Have a quick snack, hydrate, then maybe treat yourself to a quick nap. Okay?"

Hazel is sitting around the fire tonight. She managed to light it but she just can't seem to get her powers to work right. She sits by the purple flames, staying warm.

"one thing that never ceases to amaze me. How quick the stores go from Christmas to the not atomically correct heart shaped holiday." "Can't remember what it's called, it should be renamed to the diabetic, toothrot disaster day." "That may be too long."

"Hey you! Reader! Think fast!" Hazel is throwing knives, may be best to duck.

Hazel is having to relearn her powers all over again. Something she's been avoiding, but now her flames are doing what they want. They're becoming dangerous. Hazel is off to the trading grounds to figure it out.

Hazel is awake. She is trying to drown her own thoughts out and has a stereo on full blast. It's some country music station, not that she's paying attention to it. She will likely end up in her training grounds today.

Hazel has returned from Gotham. It's late, & she's beat. Meaning cranky and tired, for her. Approach at one's own peril?

((the holiday season takes me away for a majority of the day. So I wanted to use this time to wish everyone a happy holiday!!! No matter what you celebrate, if anything. To all my mutals and even ones I haven't had the chance to talk to yet. Happy Holidays to everyone!!))

Hazel came to a realization. She has been shot, stabbed, pushed off a roof and hit by a car. However, she doesn't have a scratch on her! It barely even hurt!