Laurie Blake

Laurie Blake ✘
Full Name	Laurel Jane Blake
Goes By	Laurie, Laur
Birthday/Age	Dec. 2nd/17
Anthro Species	Spotted Hyena/Cougar
Height	5'7"
Weight/Build	Average
Hair Color	Dark Brown
Eye Color	Cornflower Blue
Current Residence	Lives with her father, Edward Blake and her mother
Electives/Teams/Clubs/Job	Causing trouble.

Miscellaney
Journal	[xratedmisfit]
Tumblr	[lauriefuckingblake]
Played By	Lily Allen

HISTORY

Unplanned. Her father wanted a boy. Ex-superhero parents.

You'd think these things would give a girl a complex, but not Laurie Blake. She revels in the fact that she's a badass and doesn't let shit hold her down. So what if she wasn't planned for? Big fucking deal. Dad wanted a boy? Well, he's practically got one and not because she's trying to make daddy happy. Because she just likes fighting and causing trouble and fits in better with the guys than any females in existence. Former superhero parents? Hell fucking yeah!

Laurie is nothing less than rough and tumble. She's loud, obnoxious and gets her way sooner or later. She loves fucking and fighting, badass cars and muscular, sexy boys.

RELATIONSHIPS

Family

Edward Blake - Father

Sally Jupiter - Mother

Friends, Acquaintances, Ectera

James Barnes - Delicious man meat with a delicious metal arm. How hard-fucking-core is that?

Durden Giles - Punching bag.

Jason Kitt - Fuckin' badass. Hates everything, likes to fight. Her kind of guy.

Harley Quinzell - Trashy slut. At best.

Natasha Romanov - Who is this Russian bitch and what makes her think she's something special? Get the fuck out of here.

Wade Wilson - Acknowledging him is a mistake. Sleeping with once him earns, well, whatever that creepy shit is that he does.

Dean Winchester - Goddamn, that car.

Ben McDowell - Kid's like a fucking steel wall. Who the hell turns me down?

Vic Wicked - Possibly the only person more hardcore than she is.

ABILITIES & SPECIAL TALENTS

Rumors that her father is a metahuman might not be too far off, since she carries many of the traits he does. That, or the Blakes are just hardcore badasses.

PLAYLIST

• Florence & The Machine - Kiss With A Fist

You hit me once, I hit you back | You gave a kick, I gave a slap | You smashed a plate over my head | Then I set fire to our bed | Broke your jaw once before | Spilt your blood upon the floor | You broke my leg in return | Sit back and watch the bed burn | Well love sticks, sweat drips | Break the lock if it don’t fit | A kick in the teeth is good for some | A kiss with a fist is better than none

• Buckcherry - Crazy Bitch

Break me down, you got a lovely face | We’re going to your place | And now you’re got to freak me out | Scream so loud, getting fuckin’ laid | You want me to stay, but I gotta make my way | Hey, you’re a crazy bitch | But you fuck so good I’m on top of it | When I dream, I’m doing you all night | Scratches down my back to keep me right on

• The Fratellis - Flathead

Just because she feeds me well | And she made me talk dirty in a pink hotel | Doesn’t mean she’s got eyes for me | She might just want my bones you see | Hey flathead don’t you get mean | She’s the second best killer that I ever have seen | They don’t come much more sick than you | I could go on if you want me to | Said that boy’s not right in the head | So he stood and got a kickin’ instead til she said, | “bada bap bada da da da…”

• Ke$ha (feat. 3OH!3) - Blah Blah Blah

Coming out your mouth with your blah blah blah | Just zip your lips like a padlock | And meet me at the back with the Jack and the jukebox | I don’t really care where you live at | Just turn around boy and let me hit that | Don’t be a little bitch with your chit chat | Just show me where your dick’s at

• OK GO - A Million Ways

Oh such grace, | Oh such beauty, | And lipstick and callous and fishnets and malice. | Oh Darling, you’re a million ways to be cruel. | I should, | I wish I could, | Maybe if you were, I would, | A list of standard-issue regrets. | One last 80 proof, slouching in the corner booth. | Baby, it’s as good as it gets.

• The Films - Belt Loops

Well she said, “Jealousy is something that distracts you.” | I said, “It’s hard to focus with your fingers in his belt loops.” | Then there was that dream about you naked in the bathroom | She’s like a devil in a dark shade of lipstick | An unassuming sort of x-rated misfit | Her bottle’s shook up all you gotta do is twist it | Before you get a chance you’ll already have missed it

• Lady Gaga - Teeth

Don’t be scared | I’ve done this before | Show me your teeth | Don’t want no money | That shit’s is ugly | Just want your sex | Take a bit of my bad girl meat | Take a bite of me | Show me your teeth

• The Pierces - Lights On

Make love with the lights on baby | Tell me what you see | Clear the bed to lie on darlin’ | Make a mess of me | Here’s my dress to try on baby | Let me be your man | I will call you pretty darlin’ | Tell me what I am

• Cobra Starship - Hot Mess

You were a problem child | Been grounded your whole life | So now you running wild | Playing with them good girls | No that ain’t your style | You think your hot shit | You’re cool, I love it, I love it | Yeah, yeah | Stumbling but yeah, you’re still looking hella fine | Keep doing what you’re doing and I’ma make you mine

• Bettie Serveert - Lover I Don’t Have To Love

Now it’s 2 o’clock | The club is closed | We’re up the block | Your hands on me, | Pressing hard against your jeans | Your tongue in my mouth | Tryin to keep the words from comin' out | You didn’t care to know | Who else may have been here before | I want a lover I don’t have to love | I want a boy who’s so drunk he doesn’t talk | Where’s the kid with the chemicals? | I thought I’d meet him here | But I’m not sure | I got the money if you got the time | You said it feels good | I said , “I’ll give it a try”

• The Kills - Cheap and Cheerful

I’m bored of cheap and cheerful | I want expand some sadness | Hospital bills, parole | Open doors to madness | I want you to be crazy | ‘Cause you’re boring baby when you’re straight | I want you to be crazy | 'Cause you’re stupid baby when you’re sane

• Static-X – Talk Dirty To Me

Cause baby we'll be / At the drive-in / In the old man's Ford / Behind the bushes / Till I'm screamin' for more / Down the basement / Lock the cellar door / And baby / Talk dirty to me / You know I call you / I call you on the telephone / I'm only hoping that you're home / So I can hear you / When you say those words to me / And whisper so softly / I gotta hear you

GALLERY

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