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【 @metanoen , magik to cass | 'Why stay somewhere safe and comfortable when we could be in mortal peril?' | bg3 party banter , accepting.
gotham streets don't look any kinder from above, a place where no angels dare tread, a den of crime. a gentle breeze brings no leaves, only litter, and a chill with the scent of filth. it's home [...] where people she cares for stay, more than enough to dawn the cowl, to protect and save / to risk life and limb once more. mask sits drawn up, only revealing lips, only enough to drink and eat. usually alone, usually with steph—— although [...] maybe blondes were drawn to them in some strange, cosmic sort of way. same hair color, far from the same.
magik, something sits about her, something harsh &. craggy. like stone polished smooth yet edges going unworn, unseen until it cuts ( and cuts deep. ) steph's loud, quick-witted, funny. magik [...] a bit quieter, quick-witted at times, a little less funny. jokes often coming with a more deadpan edge, still, quite clever. still, quite funny. [...] just like others, cass knows a survivor—— a fighter—— those carving out paths themselves. some with capes and cowls while hers done with ethereal sword. ( wants to touch it, hard to ask if she can. )
scrutiny [...] truth. words were far from lies, spoken with conviction, without masking. it's the shifting of weight, the alertness to small changes, the subtle lean off rooftop to see further—— signs of hunting. jason. she reminds them of jason, sometimes wild, sometimes kind, carrying burdens. burger wrapper balls itself in fist, thrown off the edge into a trashcan below, no littering. too much already. a small detour, that should be enough, always enough if lives are saved.
❛ docks, ❜ she decides, a quick affirmation. ❛ don't fall behind. ❜ it's not stern [...] in fact, it's a light taunt. only picked up by those close, only given to those same people, a peek beneath cowl soon drawn down &. nimble frame flung from rooftop. falling, falling—— swinging from building to building with grapple line, knowing other could easily follow close behind.
【 @thuganomxcs | ❛ how lucky are you? ❜ to cass | * mixed bag prompts , accepting.
a pause [...] dark brown eyes find them, a moment contemplation—— an unconscious read. pinching lips, knitting brows, faintest hints of a sneer. [ frustration. ] for a moment, it lingers, she lets it. allowing yusuke a second of reprieve while organizing their own thoughts. gotham streets were far from places to tarry—— no shortage of foxes lurking among the hens. although; could she claim to be different? if foxes stalk hens, then [...] bats stalk foxes, strange. lips curve into a gentle smile, cold shell wavering, a flicker of kindness on faintly scarred countenance. she thinks about sharing this with the others—— babs—— steph—— everyone &. realizes, maybe, she's a little lucky after all.
extending hand towards him, a gesture of good faith, goodwill although faintest bit wary. ( aware enough of others' temperament. ) / none to eager to brawl in busy streets.
❛ up. ❜
The funny part about this first encounter is Steph is left wondering "geez, what'd I do to piss her off?" and meanwhile Cass is walking away thinking "she seems nice. I am so good at giving helpful advice."
【 @metanoen , momo says | ❛ well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions. ❜ | * mixed bag prompts , accepting.
single digits hooks collar, a sole insignificant gesture, a mere passive act—— a hair faster than the wretched limb that swipes at her head. eyes barely lift from screen, mid-session of another doom scroll, one of several ... hundred today alone. ( boring ! ) word pursues endless, a tireless hunt, it brings with it nothing aside from lethargy. even company barely keeps the weight from becoming crushing, from becoming too much to bear—— a nice dip in a newly formed star—— maybe that'll perk him up. give a new sense of life to this tiresome one. at least, that's what he thought !
countless tomes, artifacts, treasures ( and collectibles! ) were littered around. brad's den of trinkets, rightfully bought—— &. otherwise. guess it only makes sense momo would've been a little curious ... ah, the ken takakura stuff. right. ❛ y'know, cuginetta, trynna meet ken takakura nearly got you ... er, hold on. ❜ a wince, trying to work out something, a sluggishness sits on tongue, dulling clever wit. ❛ lemme do that again. ❜
——————————CUT ! CHANGE SCENE ! ACTION !
single digits hooks collar, a burst of speed behind such gesture, a quick act of heroism—— a hair faster than the wretched limb that swipes at her head. eyes barely lift from screen, mid-session of another doom scroll, one of several ... hundred today alone. ( better ! ) ❛ guess you had a hand in letting this one out, didn't you, cuginetta? don't worry. i'm here before things get out of hand. ❜ lips twist into a smirk, a flash of pearly white teeth, all too pleased with himself. ❛ oh, oh ! let me give you a hand ! ❜ fingers snap, a surge of light—— a flicker of lights, film case snaps shut, and a decrepit limb falls to the floor with a hollow thud. gently releases collar, rolling the severed limb off into some far corner.
❛ guess you could say im ... pretty handy. ❜
CONTINUED FROM HERE.
green hues flit between plush and her, eyes narrowing, hushed voice only feeding into curiosity. she leans forward / he does the same. ( an effort to further mask their secret. ) gaze quickly scans left, scans right—— returning when coast seems clear. it takes effort to not wilt beneath intensity ... but wally manages. stray glares from a certain caped crusader might've been far worse, if only by a little. ❛ no judgement. c'mon—— 'm the least judgmental person ever. when have i ever judged you ! ❜ voice climbs, words cut short by hand covering own mouth. ( oops. ) ❛ ... m'bad. now spill, man. no one likes a gatekeeper. open the gates. ❜
@hadobreeze
gonna go play in my carrd again then maybe icon a lil
❛ yeah. ❜
She smells shit [a guy who she confessed to only for him to pick up and magic his way out of her life like days later]… “Am I losing my mind?”
this blog exist for more than crackships and memes. I swear I’m a totally serious blog.
i need to start moving thane's lore over here for sure he's one of my most developed ocs to me tbh. greek epic coded fun times.
They be fathering and daughtering too hard.
Detective Comics #1097 cover by Mikel Janin.
Batgirl #7 cover by Dan Mora.
【 @metanoen | emma's fingers slink and then pull; scalp captured from behind, tilting his head back and back until his throat is exposed. up on her tip-toes, so they can see eye to eye, and her smile is all red lips and teeth. " thane, darling, i'm bored. " and then she releases him, just like that, watching his hair spring back into place as she steps around him. face to face, a painted blue nail taps his nose. " do something about it, won't you ? i think we should get away somewhere. somewhere i don't have to smell logan's reek from across the city or listen to summers' latest lecture on politics. just us. " | unprompted.
mind touch; intermingling—— dancing. a song of them / a waltz of empathy 'pon telepathy. it tangles and twists, telling thane of emma's presence. ( of her strut, of her prowling. ) then, she comes. digits like claws, catching hold, pulling forth prey ... a lioness. grey locks part, silky and loose, a warmth seeping from her laid claim, to him—— to body, to mind, to heart, to soul. thin lips curl into a smile, an apparition of his delight. ( it's kind, yet mischievous lurks beneath it all. ) centuries of wisdom, the cunning of a shrewd king lurks beneath all acts. it defines him. it becomes him. &. he never felt more like a king than when he's in her grasp.
silver eyes worship, silver eyes adore, assessing each note and tone. ( she is art. carved &. perfect. ) drawing eyes, making them yearn for touch—— yet knowingly, she denies. a twinge of disappointment rings out, still, nonetheless gaze adulates her when she appears. pupils, thin slits, grow wide and a light rumble begins in the king's chest. he lays claim; he hunts now. step brings them closer, arms looping loosely around her waist. stormy hues gleam, something hungry beneath pools of quick silver. forms press closer, warmth ebbing between them. it's greedy—— a greed only royals might taste.
❛ that's dangerous. you get oh so tricky when you get bored. ❜ laugh comes gentle, only so tender with her. giving her a peer behind porcelain mask, letting her see each gear clink and whirr &. glimpse beast hidden within cages of eloquence. ( it hunts her. prowling the depths mind, it brushes against thin prison bars, eager to reach ... to pounce. ) ❛ you must think the world of me to give much such a tall order. we both know logan's stench could reach the hells themselves. ❜ as for summers' ... those lectures never truly end.
cheek brushes against her own, gentle although insistent. nudging her head to side, exposing same tread of neck she did so sweetly to him. lips trace beautiful jaw, nipping and kissing where he pleases. he follows curve from back to forth, leaving no inch unclaimed—— tender longing, devouring need. it chases itself in every action. an ouroboros of wants and needs. then, he brings himself closer to her pretty neck—— close enough to hear faint drum of pulse. warm breath sits over frail veins, so frail ... so exposed. then, it's thane's turn to retreat, to flee from the final moments, offering a kiss on her cheek instead.
❛ murozia's lovely this time of year. ❜ and to see emma clad in murozian silks ... sounds quite delightful. ❛ i'll make the arrangements. ❜
tongue runs across teeth, jagged fangs that part for even sharper words. the beast, it walks amongst the shadows of the streets, its rot of death close behind. peering from the foliage, peering from the shadows—— it saw everything. from the birth of millions stars to the deaths of countless others. ( light / shadow ) it's not coexistence ... rather codependency. if there's good, then surely evil exists, words to define, to restrict and simplify reality. neither concept exists, or rather ... it's pointless to define them because you will always be what someone else decides. whether that's the universe—— a friend—— an enemy. ( there are no choices. )
❛ oh stop it, you. ❜ smile becomes loose, biting onto her words. ❛ if that were the case, you wouldn't be here. ❜ not alone, not with him of all people. soulless, heartless—— a knack fo finding broken things. ( were these ... him? did he finally choose for himself? at last ... ) another step, a laugh that's too far too crude to be kind anymore. each step an advance, each step closer and closer to wounded creature. ❛ let me let you in on a secret, darling. that pit in the bottom of your stomach ... that shadow you see flit in the corner of your eye ... that weight you tie to your life, well, it's all rubbish. ❜ curt, dry.
glint of amusement in his gaze, dulls. pools of nothingness—— of heavy truth, sit before her. a reflection of a reflection. far too warped. far too twisted. it does not view the world with eyes at all. it does not hear or see. it simply ... is. cold, hard, unfeeling. floating above lofty things like ideals &. reason. ( could they even be in the same world at all? ) ❛ but, to answer your question ... hmmmmm ... no. questions are one of the few pleasures in the world for me. listening to people lie—— it's rather fun. ❜ dim light returns like candle finding flame, a cool heat sits within martin's gaze. mercy? ❛ ... now, how bout this, i patch up those nasty little wounds and you can cling to life as you always have or ... you can well, throw in the towel. give up. start the next chapter, so to speak. ❜ ( rest. )
❛ Oh, you think I'm pretending? ❜ A scoff followed, a harsh, dismissive sound that echoed years of cynicism, accompanied by a sharp glint in her eyes that betrayed something deeper. The words hung in the air, pressing against her like an invisible hand to her throat. ❛ Let me tell you a secret — there’s no act to keep up when there’s no one left to pretend for. ❜
It was a bitter truth, a loneliness that had become her constant companion and consumed her very being with every fiber of her existence. Fending for herself had become second nature, from the harsh days of her early adolescence up until now. She had endured in a world that offered no solace, no guidance, only the relentless pressure to survive.
And yet... she could never quite escape the heavy burden that it placed upon her shoulders, nor the dreadful feeling that settled within her chest as she spoke those words, a hollow ache that whispered of something lost, something perhaps never possessed at all. Despite her outward bravado and unrelenting expression, she couldn't quiet the whispering voice in the back of her head that questioned her own statement. Pretending — wasn't that the foundation of her very existence? The only thing that kept her afloat in a world that had deemed her the villain, a despicable, wretched being ever since she drew her first breath? The act of a mere human, trying to blend in and be accepted, had been her first role, but had she ever really stopped hiding behind the facades she'd constructed?
But even then... nothing mattered, really — except the fact that she would keep pretending. Because what was the alternative? To crumble? To break down and reveal vulnerability to a world that wouldn’t offer any sympathy?
She forced a brittle smile, the edges sharp and unforgiving. ❛ But tell me, does it ever get tiring trying to pick apart things you’ll never understand? ❜ The deflection carried a sardonic edge — a challenge, a dare, and something dangerously close to a plea.
no thoughts, just... thinking about the way Ekko looks at Powder...
❝He was a mess of scars like the sky was a mess of stars.❞
Hafsah Faizal, We Hunt the Flame
changing this blog around kinda sucked the soul outta me, so give this a like and i'll send a few things from your memes tag? it's not much but its honest work.
cobbled together a carrd and god what year is it ive been in that fucking trench for hours.
if a harpy becomes a mercy, then curiosity remains. ( such creatures were welcome, come bear tooth and claw, learn what real fangs and claws provide. ) upione sired nothing less than a weapon of war—— a bundle of gnashing fangs and daggers. it turns, it turns &. turns again till it bit the one who forged it. however, curse keeps temperament even. scorn—— irritation—— blanket themselves with compassion, not his, but the growing burden of sorcery. it tethers reason to beast, instincts remain ... but call for more eloquence. a silver tongue instead of silver sword. cold kindness.
it goes without saying, they'll return. these lands bewitch him; it sings its song of magnificence and danger, it brings forth memories of inodal. not it's castles, it's spires nor it's people—— the stillness of the battlefield. a calm that captivates, that cannot mask the edge of danger looming above, a guillotine waiting for tender throat. ( his throat—— perhaps. ) a numb sense of excitement ebbs and flows. it's all they're allowed, brief moments of genuine feeling, to trace that piece lost to time.
deciding to defend himself no longer, hand waves as if to dismiss. on dark feathers, on kind wing, they gave their warning ... it'll be heeded. ( in time. ) ❛ if a harpy is a mercy then that only raises further question ... but, perhaps another time. ❜ shoulders roll, an elegant shrug. ❛ i'll go. long as you're willing to travel it with me. we both know no sane godling would trust a guide with feather and claw. and, lacking in saneness as i am, i'm no different, i'm afraid. ❜ weight shifts, becoming standoffish while expression remains cast in iron. ❛ do we have an accord, o' nameless one? ❜
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCOAL MINER'S CANARY, WAS SHE ; ㅤㅤㅤㅤfor when danger was imminent, she'd give them at least a chance.
Otraybia, was not kind ; it was a land, lavish, with beauty ; but plagued, by savagery. Her own cousins, molded by that same man, were feral, true. A HARPY, THOUGH, AMONG THE WORST OF THEM.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( How she managed to be anything but, was still unknown. )
Ears, perk'd and keen, listen, for, it would be rude, to give naught, the chance to defend ones' self. A place, so far from this, but it sounds as if it's a UNIVERSES' DIVIDE ; she thought it impossible. Brow creases, so slightly at that term ; GODLING. GODLING. It, as a term, was not unheard of, for ZEUS was known well, to dabble in the artistry of creating children, with near any but his WIFE.
Gaze does turn soft, shoulders taught, now somewhat relaxed. He'd no reason, to raise hand against her, but within tree, she'd remain. There is pity, in the depths of her soul, for any fostered of a GOD ; even if she, herself, does not know the Sisyphus - like trials, they were to endure. She could not imagine it an easy thing, to live up to. To defy.
❝ ... So you have. And you will wander, still, should you not leave this place. I speak, not out of ire, of wrath and hatred. Many, GODLING, and hero alike, do not escape this forest.
ㅤㅤㅤA harpy, upon you, is a mercy. What else dwells, will not be so kind. ❞
She wonders, in idle, his disposition. His place, his temperament. He could be fiery and foul, as some here, were known to be ; perhaps jovial and good-hearted, as others.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPerhaps, neither.
ㅤㅤ❝ ... I know the way ; out of this place. I travel it, so rarely, but I know. ❞
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."
【 @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. ❜
c/lark k/ent undoubtedly ugly sweater champion six years running at the daily planet.
【 @thuganomxcs | ❛ i did mess up. ❜ | mixed bag prompts , accepting.
warm gaze softens, lips curling into an almost knowing smile. ( he knows a lot, but not everything. ) knows when to pursue—— knows when to withhold judgment. knows when to be kind &. even more so when to be stern. lessons from his parents, more often than not, hold true ... no matter how obstinate they seemed in youth. coarse around the edges, a bit crass, but those're external things. things people look at before knowing the real you. ( whether that's biting remarks—— or a blue super suit. )
❛ yeah, maybe a little, ❜ he admits ... sugar coating isn't helpful, not to him or them. ❛ but you're mature enough to admit it. mature enough to apologize, too, i bet. ❜ words drip with commendation, still offering not only correction but guidance. words he would want to hear himself, at times. ❛ besides, ❜ a sunny smile, a gentle laugh. ❛ you're not the only one who's messed up. ma and pa nearly rang my bell when i 'borrowed' the pickup. compared to that—— well, you're doing alright, yusuke. ❜
( * 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. ❜