"thanksmanyou'realifesaver."  Words  Hurtle  Off  His  Tongue  Like  A  Racecar  Zipping  Around 

i'm slowly building my reading list so i can get muse inspo and i love books

“I have survived, but I have not been spared.”

— Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente  (via charwrites)

tag dump ( 3/??? )

SUPERMAN AND KRYPTO Superman (2025)

( * MIXED BAG PROMPTS !

mixed bag of sentence starters with a side of silly. likely taken from twitch streams / messages.

❛ what have you had for dinner today? ❜

❛ what does that do? ❜

❛ you promised me. ❜

❛ i haven't been here for a while, i have some questions. ❜

❛ i did mess up. ❜

❛ it was a setup. ❜

❛ i would have had no mercy. ❜

❛ is it good? ❜

❛ you're like a month early. ❜

❛ that's an odd take. ❜

❛ so mean. ❜

❛ worth a shot. ❜

❛ we are out of lobsters. ❜

❛ it will never happen. ❜

❛ thank you for everything you do. ❜

❛ what are the options? ❜

❛ don't know about that one, chief. ❜

❛ i agree with that. it's a good idea! ❜

❛ that is really unfortunate. ❜

❛ i don't remember, sorry. ❜

❛ i don't know about this. ❜

❛ that was honestly not bad at all. ❜

❛ if it works, why is it bad? ❜

❛ you said what you said, no take backs. ❜

❛ i think it's time to let go. ❜

❛ that could have been really good. ❜

❛ i swear i heard it. ❜

❛ i'll give the people what they want. ❜

❛ blood for the blood god! ❜

❛ great catch! ❜

❛ it's always this way now. ❜

❛ it's not as good as people say it is. ❜

❛ oh dear god, that sounds horrifying. ❜

❛ that hair cut is beautiful! ❜

❛ any words of wisdom? ❜

❛ you look great today. ❜

❛ if it takes you that long for a response, the answer is no. ❜

❛ you can't take it seriously. ❜

❛ how was your experience? ❜

❛ how's life, you beautiful bastard? ❜

❛ what's a movie that stuck with you? ❜

❛ with great power comes great responsibility. ❜

❛ friendship is magic. ❜

❛ i could've saved more. ❜

❛ corny or not, that is a very profound. ❜

❛ get out of here. ❜

❛ it's not all on you, you can only do what one person can. ❜

❛ we all need to do what we can. ❜

❛ the world's burdens aren't yours to bear alone. ❜

❛ you're so appreciated. ❜

❛ i think you've done a fine job. ❜

❛ i'm sorry, what the fuck is going on? ❜

❛ what a strange experience. ❜

❛ how lucky are you? ❜

❛ are you drunk? ❜

❛ part of recovery is understanding there's going to be real absence. ❜

❛ little progress is still way better than no progress. ❜

❛ this is going to go down as the fucking worst time ever. ❜

❛ i feel your pain. ❜

❛ can i get a cookie? i'm hungry. ❜

❛ that made me cackle. ❜

❛ well, hello there cutie! ❜

❛ you got this. ❜

❛ you better rest up today and treat yourself. ❜

❛ i was not aware of that. ❜

❛ well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions. ❜

❛ this part of life is hideous. ❜

❛ it's only been five minutes. ❜

❛ i have no clue, i'm sorry, i was being silly. ❜

❛ thank you for guiding me through my toughest days. ❜

❛ get well soon, we need you. ❜

❛ i hope the best for you. ❜

❛ why are you running? ❜

❛ this is the best thing ever. ❜

❛ what am i watching? ❜

❛ what a clown show. ❜

❛ you are great. ❜

【 @tewwor ( higu ) | ❛ don't know about that one, chief. ❜ | mixed bag prompts , accepting.

instinctively,   teeth   are   bared,   a   huff   following   close   behind.   (   an   inkling   of   frustration,   a   glimpse   of   rage.   )   it's   quick,   transient,   then   gone.   slinking   deeper   into   the   shoddily   made   &.   poorly   maintained   bench,   lucifer   clicks   his   tongue.   all   smirks,   all   devilish   wit,   whole   once   more   aside   from   the   itching   against   their   back.   higu   insist   it   doesn't   stop——   that   it's   only   going   to   wane   then   surge.   not   even   hell   offers   such   an   evil   punishment   ...   yet   that's   on   brand   for   THEM.   (   father   above   and   all.   )

❛   well,   you're   young.   in   a   sense,   not   as   young   as   the   rank   and   file   but   ...   well,   ❜   he   lets   words   hang——   just   as   he,   in   a   sense,   timeless.   seeing   each   and   every   side   of   the   world,   its   eras   and   ages,   more   privileged   than   even   his   brothers   in   some   regard.   (   it   doesn't   give   perspective;   only   fans'   flames   lit   an   eternity   ago.   )   still,   humans   did   peak   in   one   regard   ...   food.   gluttony,   a   sin   for   sure,   but   with   plenty   of   means   to   indulge   in   it.   (   even   the   devil   himself   stays   tempted.   )   hence   the   burger   held   between   his   fingers.   ❛   but   let's   not   get   used   to   callin'   me   chief.   sheriff,   maybe.   not   chief.   ❜

lifting   the   top   bun   of   his   burger,   features   scrunch,   barely   managing   to   hide   disdain.   quick   to   rise,   quick   to   stomp   off   towards   the   cart   it   came   from.   ❛   OI!   no   mustard,   i   said   no   mustard.   satan   in   hell,   man.   ❜

some   metas   for   brad   /   overhaul   information   ;

001. the   abelli   family   has   deep   ties   to   magic;   it's   their   breath,   it's   their   blood,   it's   their   life.   it   consumes   their   actions   and   mystifies   their   thoughts;   they   are   a   family   of   wanderers,   explorers,   and   adventurers.   their   house   flits   between   the   material   plane   and   countless   others,   an   ever-changing   locale.   the   multiverse   itself   a   countless   sea   for   them   to   explore——   for   better   or   worse.   their   house   is   a   grand   treasure   for   things   they   collect.

002. bradley,   like   ancestors   before   him,   have   delved   into   countless   unknowns   with   sorcery.   braved   the   depths   of   forbidden   knowledge,   unraveled   the   elements,   looked   upon   its   treasures   with   greedy   eyes.   such   exposure,   such   dredging   into   the   arcane,   has   changed   him.   magic   seeps   from   his   veins;   it   replaces   blood——flesh   shed   for   a   mystical   body.   he   is   magic.   a   shell   of   arcane   power   shaped   as   a   man   with   all   the   volatility   of   the   sorcery.

003. those   deep   ties   to   magic   give   deep   insight   to   its   workings.   access   to   secrets   is   not   meant   for   common   sorcerers;   it's   the   result   of   going   too   far   in   pursuing   something   not   meant   for   mortal   hands.   power,   surely,   yet   not   without   drawbacks.   a   dulled   sense   of   taste,   a   numb   sense   of   feeling,   a   lack   of   emotion   towards   life's   small   wonders.   a   need   to   seek   even   more   grandiose   things.   it   loosens   the   mind,   it   taints   the   sense   of   reason,   it's   having   thoughts   scattered   between   one   plane   and   the   next   at   all   times.

004. brad   sits   somewhere   on   the   chaotic   spectrum.   sometimes   good,   sometimes   evil,   never   against   trickery   or   deceit.   all   his   schemes   are   a   means   to   an   end,   a   step   towards   another   grand   adventurer.   despite   lacking   physical   sensation   in   some   regards,   his   emotions   are   present.   prone   to   changes   based   on   mood,   quick   to   reflect   external   circumstances,   dangerous   at   times.   he's   the   life   of   the   party   until   he's   not. 

CLARK / @amcssing ——— a blur of azure, a flicker of red, a dash of gold—— it’s the roar of wind, the tearing of sound then the chill of the tundra. crystal shards stacked high, threatening to pierce heaven itself yet … they would never. gently it holds the world aloft, an icy place of solitude and respite, a place where even heroes might rest: a fortress. ears perk, catch the sound of clicking heels, the gentle shift of blonde hair, the sound of plush lips made stern. a boom—— a clap of thunder, the roar that announces the elation of flight before he appears. clark hovers, weightless, blues peering at her with a stars luminosity. warm, inviting, kind. boots tap the ground gentle, no longer content to linger above … no, eager to stand beside. cape swishes, faint traces of wear, a battle fought and won. strong fingers, warm like flame cup her cheeks, forehead resting against hers. ‘I’m starting to think you like the fortress of solitude way more than I do, Emma. Trying to live up to the last name?’

SHE FEELS HIM BEFORE she hears him, sees him, before the wind shifts and suddenly he is here. summer fruits / warm flannel / old folk music / sunsets. her silence interrupted but for once, it is welcome, this cacophony of thoughts running mile - a - minute . the moment her mind can touch his, the rigidness of her shoulders seems to melt.

lashes flutter shut, brushing the cheeks lifted with touch. his hands are calloused----how are they so soft ? questions she'll never ask because she doesn't care for an answer. first time she's had that thought since her arrival, which was, how long ago ? emma loses track of time here with an unnerving ease. or perhaps comforting ease.

-- " can you blame me ? "

it isn't a real question / he would never. he would never blame her for her loneliness, her wondering. and wondering she has been: her curse is to think, after all. to think of her responsibilities, her loves, her life. her failures. broken children, broken heroes. for every time she attempts to protect the metahumans, does she do anything but paint targets upon their backs ? her heart so open, yet caged.

he frees it. instantly. emma looks up into eyes full oif hope and the glacier melts, so does her gaze. a forehead 'gainst chest. something solid to lean against / not violent, but fierce. unmoving. she is diamond, but he is her rock. holding her down to the ground despite his ability to fly. perhaps that's what drew her in, after all these years; someone with a genuine want to hold her without suffocating. protect, not control. an open mind both literally and figuratively, easy to forgive and easier to trust.

his mindsong hums against hers, and she doesn't read them, just listens. enjoys the comfort of his alien mind with hers, his very human embrace.

-- " ... i apologise. i should have had batman inform you i was leaving. you didn't need to rush here so suddenly. "

thane's love language is helping him maintain his dreads. thanks.

green   hues   survey   their   expression,   ensuring   they're   being   honest——   &.   seem   satisfied.   hitting   the   mean   streets   of   las   vegas   along   wasn't   a   big   deal.   (   once   you've   walked   through   gotham,   could   anywhere   really   get   the   best   of   you?   )   no.   the   answers   no.   still,   solo   heroics   aside,   wally   prefers   someone   at   his   side.   someone   to   shoot   a   knowing   look,   share   a   good   laugh,   and   then   move   on   to   the   next   thing.   quipping   at   crooks   and   robbers   isn't   the   same   as   between   friends——   way   too   many   bullets   flying.   (   even   though   ONE   proves   too   many   to   most.   )

laughter   revs,   a   light   rumble   in   chest,   yet   stifles   itself   into   a   chuckle.   springing   to   his   feet,   wally   balls   up   what's   left   of   the   burger   wrapper,   it   sails   through   the   air——   nice   long   arc   and   just   barely   makes   it   into   the   trash.   hands   clap   together,   smile   growing   far   prouder.   ❛   score   one   for   the   red   team——   orange   team?   ...   team   vegas.   ❜   better   off   keeping   it   simple;   easier   on   both   of   them.

part   of   him   wants   to   ask   if   they're   really   sure   about   this,   if   they   really   want   to   lead   him   around.   (   without   witnesses,   wally   could   admit   he's   a   bit   pushy   ...   maybe.   )   although,   he   kept   his   concerns   to   himself.   no   point   treading   the   same   track   over   and   over.   (   right?   )   ❛   m'wally.   wally   west.   better   than   callin'   me   your   tourist   all   day,   yeah?   ❜   they   parrot   with   a   grin.   ❛   let's   do   something   fun——   oh   oh!   but   near   another   burger   stand.   never   know;   might   get   hungry   later.   ❜   (   he   would.   )

Mark's here for his own personal reasons, but there's no mistaking the way his eyes light up when the offer is extended. There's nothing he loves more than a chance to have some fun, after all—his siblings will still be here when he's done showing this guy around.

Probably. He's been looking for excuses to avoid actually talking to them, anyway.

"You might wanna consider hitting up some of the casinos, 'cause today's your lucky day!" Mark shoots an energetic wink, then laughs at his own little joke. "'Certified guide' is pushing it, but I know my way around well enough, I think. And I happen to be free. I mean, who comes to Vegas with a plan for what they're gonna do, right? Well—I guess responsible people. Anyway, I'll tag along. Beats doin' it all by myself!"

Not a lot of people would flag down a kind stranger for this sort of thing. Mark himself probably would, but he knows it's not really the way most people would go about it. That alone is enough of a reason to want to go along with things, if only for the sake of curiosity and entertainment.

He pushes himself out of his chair, enthusiastic as ever. "I'm Mark, by the way, so you don't hafta walk around all day callin' me your tour guide. You got anything you're especially down for? Somethin' fun, somethin' laid back? I guarantee you I can find whatever."