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@JENNIFERSMONSTER  ||  jen  walters  --  the  sensational  she-hulk!   elements  of  horror  +  comedy.  carrd 

i haven't drawn in months so im keeping it low effort but anyways something something give it to your sister it doesn’t hurt and see if she can handle every family burden, watch as she buckles and bends but never breaks

i am GONNA draw jen tomorrow if it kills me.

gammabomb :

well fuck me i guess

i think that there are a lot of little steps jen takes to try to assert & protect herself in terms of legal ethics; for example all her money comes from her legal practice, NOT from the avengers, to be clear to herself and everyone around her in her professional life that she acts as an agent of the courts & not as an avenger. she probably would have some qualms with the idea of an avengers salary (or salaried superhero work overall) in the first place, which she may or may not have expressed. while there have definitely been times that she's relied on the kindness of friends, she draws the line at pay because she feels that profit inherently affects motivations and loyalties. the ONE potential loophole for this is that i hc amadeus & maddy cho putting her on retainer as legal counsel for olympus group as a gotcha for her refusal to accept money (she wrassles for the dinner bill with the best of them) and she would grumble a lot but accept.

literally don't talk to me about any new she-hulk comics until and unless jen and patsy kiss on the lips or they give jen her flying dodge lancer back

@calvaried  :  ⚘

everyone,  they’re  coming  up;  everyone,  they  want  a  piece.  they  wanna  see  something.  it’s  a  shiver  up  her  spine,  the  soft  crunch  of  heavy  tires  on  dry  earth  accompanied  by  no  headlight  beams.  the  pad  of  jen’s  middle  finger  runs  along  the  flat  edge  of  the  paper  in  front  of  her,  finishing  the  sentence  she’s  on,  before  she  closes  the  manila  folder  and  tucks  the  brief  back  under  her  desk  where  it  goes.  good  thing  she’s  still  awake.  

she  crosses  over  to  a  window  and  carefully  peeks  through  the  blinds.  the  SWAT  team  taking  formation  outside  is  fairly  small  and  clearly  government  –  the  DSO  must  be  calling  the  shots  here.  times  like  this,  she  wonders  what  these  guys  think  they’re  here  for:  is  she  a  potentially  infected  civilian,  a  suspected  armsdealer?  certainly  no  one’s  told  them  the  truth,  because  that  would  necessitate  telling  them  what  bruce  banner  did.  

jen’s  a  good  attorney.  she  knows  her  rights.  she  knows  that,  in  this  scenario,  she  has  none.  federal  agents  have  the  power  to  make  arrests  without  warrants  under  reasonable  suspicion  of  a  past  or  current  felony,  and  since  this  is  a  bioweapons  case,  the  patriot  act  applies.  luckily,  the  law  isn't  jen's  only  defense.  she  can  feel  her  pulse  starting  to  speed  up  as  she  makes  the  careful  walk  downstairs  in  the  dark.  a  deep  breath,  then  she  opens  her  front  door  into  the  hot  desert  night.

guns  cock.  jen’s  eyes  find  the  obvious  point  person  for  this  operation  –  she’s  seen  this  woman  before.  too  bad  she  definitely  can’t  recognize  jen  like  this…  or  is  it  for  the  best?  she  straightens  the  hem  of  her  dress  shirt  and  says,  simply,  “  𝕚'𝕞  𝕟𝕠𝕥  𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘  𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖.  ”

cannot express enough how this is literally jen’s speech patterns like this is shit she would say and this is how she would say it

@gutrage  ||  cont'd  from  here.

jen  looks  like  she  could’ve  just  rolled  out  of  bed,  both  from  the  utter  lack  of  any  signs  of  injury  on  her  body,  and  from  the  total  mess  of  her  hair.  raking  her  fingers  through  it  as  well  as  she  can,  she’s  already  turned  away  from  him  and  started  to  walk  off–  and  she  grins  as  he  takes  the  bait.  she  knew  he’d  say  that.  “  if  you  insist…  ”  she  replies  as  she  reaches  her  arms  up  and  to  the  side,  then  the  other  side,  a  quick  post-workout  stretch.  “  do  you  have  a  wallet?  i  think  mine’s…  somewhere  on  ninth  avenue,  near  whatever’s  left  of  my  casualwear.  ”  nimble  green  fingers  break  a  lingering  scrap  of  t-shirt  fabric  looped  around  her  arm,  and  daintily  cast  it  aside.  

she embarrassed him...

gutrage :

sometimes i think about shulkie telling logan he has a nice ass and it makes me smile

@nestflown  :  ❰❰  HURT  ❱❱  sender  is  hurt  protecting  receiver  !!

the  small,  unassuming  woman  stumbles  and  hits  the  pavement  before  she  can  process  what’s  happening,  scraping  her  forearm  bloody.  at  the  first  inhale  after  impact,  her  ribs  swell;  her  clothes  start  to  split  at  the  seams.  that’s  the  last  time  jen  goes  out  in  her  human  form  to  avoid  attention.  she  hates  it  when  people  assume  she  needs  to  be  protected.  the  only  thing  that  could  make  it  worse  is  if–  oh,  god,  no.  

green  spills  across  her  skin  as  she  pulls  herself  up;  she  shifts  en-route  to  where  he’s  fallen,  one  smooth  display  of  power.  her  knee  cracks  the  ground  when  she  drops  down  beside  her  unlucky  rescuer,  searching  for  his  injury.  “  are  you  alright?  ”  don’t  panic,  jen.  “  are  you  hurt?  can  you  talk?  ”  it’s  okay.  stay  calm.   

hes literally just a little birthday boy look at his fucking gameboooooy

jennifersmonster :

the best jenpain is her anxiety attacks from she-hulk: deconstructed like that all fucking HITS. but to die and live in LA has some really sweet sad moments too like that one and jens afterlife interaction with her mom and a lot of her issues with her dad broadly. however the best thing to come from to die and live in LA is of course baby bucky barnes and his walkman

closed  ||  @braeun

it’s  one  of  those  traditions  that  were  taken  for  granted  in  another  lifetime  –  once  upon  a  time,  warm  los  angeles  winters  meant  jen  had  to  clean  her  room  from  top  to  bottom  and  make  space  to  share  with  her  little  cousin.  she’d  be  shaking  dust  from  a  rug  on  the  front  porch  when  the  banners  arrived,  and  she  and  bruce  would  chase  each  other  around  the  house  for  at  least  three  days  before  the  new  year  while  the  grown-ups  cooked.  then,  on  the  first  day  of  the  year,  a  huge  dinner  according  to  her  grandparents’  specifications;  the  ridge  family  would  come  over  from  next  door,  the  kids  would  play  games  and  compare  their  otoshidama.  it  shifted  and  faded  over  the  years,  like  so  many  traditions:  bruce  would  come  with  only  his  mother,  then  with  aunt  susan,  and  when  jen's  mother  was  lost,  everything  seemed  to  fall  apart.

it  was  only  seven  or  eight  years  ago,  during  one  of  bruce’s  rare  good  times,  that  they  had  the  idea  to  get  together  for  new  year  again.  it’s  like  she  blinked,  and  suddenly  a  big  family  has  become  nothing  more  than  the  two  of  them,  more  distant  now,  and  almost  as  old  as  their  parents  were.  

but  really,  that’s  not  true.  jen  hangs  back  in  her  kitchen,  listening  to  betty’s  laugh  in  the  dining  room  and  lyra’s  confused  response,  and  a  soft  smile  lightens  her  features.  they’ve  lost  a  lot,  but  they’re  far  from  alone.  she  slips  past  ben  and  steps  out  into  the  living  room  in  search  of  one  particular  guest,  a  glass  of  wine  in  one  hand  and  a  small  envelope  in  the  other;  it’s  hard  to  think  about  loss  without  thinking  about  amadeus.  she  can’t  say  she  knows  the  whole  story,  but  what  she  knows  is  enough  to  make  her  check  on  him  when  holidays  come  around.  

when  she  finds  him,  her  smile  widens  and  she  sits  down  next  to  him,  giving  him  a  playful  shove.  “  hey  there,  chulkie,  ”  she  teases.  can’t  help  but  try  to  embarrass  him  a  little.  “  how’s  it  going?  did  you  get  enough  to  eat?  ”   

all i can say is waah 

@empyrling  :  ❝  Sometimes  I  just  want  the  world  to  stay  saved,  you  know?  ❞

ask  meme  (accepting)

that’s  a  heavy  one.  jen  settles  back  in  her  chair  with  a  sigh  and  a  mirthless  laugh  before  she  can  look  up  at  him  –  it’s  a  little  like  looking  into  the  sun.  “  i  guess  so,  huh.  ”  the  shapeshifter  takes  a  thousand  shapes  in  her  mind,  a  hundred  people  he  reminds  her  of  –  especially  when  he  says  that.  maybe  she’s  just  feeling  low.  her  fingernail  taps  against  the  glass  in  her  hand,  ice  cubes  long  since  melted  by  the  fission-heat  of  her  body.  

if  it  were  someone  else;  a  tony  or  a  steve,  maybe,  she’d  argue  the  semantics  of  a  saved  world,  but  she  knows  teddy’s  gotten  more  than  enough  shit  from  the  avengers.  he’s  a  good  kid  ;  and  he  really  is  so  young.  barely  the  same  age  she  was  when  she  first  had  her  incident.  it  takes  her  a  moment  to  formulate  a  response.  “  you  must  get  tired.  we’ve  all  –  ”  she  gestures  at  and  around  herself,  everyone  in  the  world  –  “  been  asking  a  lot  of  you  for  a  long  time.  ”

i also love this. matt murdock's greatest internal struggle is his ingrained need to be a bitch vs how much he respects jen. he will literally claim that she's a better lawyer than him and they're basically the only two notable superhero related lawyers the marvel universe ever shows us but when she says she's the best on the planet he can't resist going :rolling_eyes: uh huh sure.

jennifersmonster :

having a discussion about certain trends in the way jen is drawn sometimes and my friend sent me this clip from soule’s daredevil… ouuuugh this is so sweet

making a tag for new year's threads because i want to do more. sorry it's my favorite holiday and i think it's jen's too.