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threats  are  the  dullest  of  blades  to  martin.  each  syllable,  each  note,  no  more  unique  than  the  last.  some  were  clever——some  were  foolish  but  he  sees  more  than  such  things.  in  the  grand  symphony  of  countless  universes,  he  sees  them  as  a  single  note.  what  could  once  dazzle  &.  amaze  does  nothing  for  him.  the  faintest  hint  of  hunger  taunts  his  sense  of  interest,  but  it  doesn't  rise.  only  the  dull  ...  empty  feeling  lingers  in  its  stead.  what's  a  monster  to  a  beast?  what's  living  another  day  to  dying  tomorrow?  striking  her  down  now  ...  that's  the  best  pity  he'll  be  able  to  provide.

he  peers  at  her  with  features  slack  in  contemplation.  dispatching  her  before  returning  to  fillory——to  his  rightful  kingdom——that's  the  right  choice.  it's  logical.  it's  reasonable.  turning  this  pitiful  rock  to  a  sea  of  molten  ash  and  dust  would've  been  no  small  part  compassion.  boring  on  the  surface, yet  monsters  lurk,  yet  monsters hide.  rather  strange  ...  so  much  more  different  than  other  worlds.  at  first,  it  intrigues  him.  beast  that  don  the  skin  of  mere  man  but  they're  far  too  human.  far  too  full  of  love,  compassion,  and  hate  to  even  be  compared  to  a  real  monster  ...  a  real  beast.  he  sees  it.  he  smells  it.  vulnerability  clad  it  biting  words.  wit  in  place  of  sincerity.

hands  fold  themselves  behind  his  back  after  straightening  fitted  suit.  he  steps  closer——his  gait  light  yet  empty.  it's  a  dance.  a  two  step  meant  for  one  that  brings  him  closer,  closer  to  her.  steps  carry  him  towards  the  tangles  of  contradiction  she  holds,  to  the  life  she  clings  to  yet  resents.  does  she  feel  pain  with  every  breath?  does  she  feel  pain  from  being  alive?  how  cruel,  the  world  can  be.  how  wicked  his  smile  must  seem,  polite  yet  cruel.  through  his  gaze,  he  sees  a  terrarium.  a  world  of  glass,  broken  and  shattered.  the  gods  have  long  since  abandoned  it  to  rot  and  fade  away.  to  vanish  with  a  stifled  scream.

"does  it  ...  ever  get  tiring  to  pretend  to  be  so  strong?"  a  pause  for  a  laugh,  detached  like  a  heavy  note.  "don't  get  me  wrong,  you've  got  it  down  pat, dear girl.  fooling  yourself,  well,  that's  the real  magic, isn't it?" 

[  .⠀.⠀.  ] ❛ I  did  warn  you  not  to  trust  me. ❜ , @amcssing (martin chatwin) said.

His words stung, more than she liked to admit — each syllable was a spiked jab, directly aimed at the wall of solidarity and calculated distance she'd built around her very being, the very wall he had somehow, impossibly, already managed to breach. 

Sayuri wasn't one to trust easily. Life had taught her that vulnerability was a liability, a weakness to be exploited, and her every interaction was usually marked with the safe distance she maintained. Martin, however, had managed to instill the slightest sliver of hope within her for a powerful alliance that defied the odds — a hope that was now being declared foolish, stupid, an utter embarrassment.  

A wave of heat flared up within the ghoula, a mixture of shame, raw fury, and the creeping realization that slowly settled into her consciousness, heavy and consuming. For once, she had allowed herself a hint of belief, and he had taken that vulnerability and twisted it into a weapon. The intensity of her emotions was enough to make her clench her fists at her sides, her knuckles bone-white beneath taut skin — her expressions, however, masked her irritation with feigned amusement. A smirk, sharp and brittle, crept onto her lips that didn't quite reach her eyes, her pride forcing her to maintain composure, to not grant him the satisfaction of seeing the boiling turmoil his words had caused within. Fine. If this was how he wanted to play it, she would play along. 

❛ Noted, ❜ she brought out, the sound somewhat strained as it passed through her gritted teeth. ❛ Now, ❜ she continued, her smirk hardening into a predatory curve, a dangerous glint finally flickering in her eyes, ❛ let’s see how much you enjoy having me as your enemy. ❜

random dialogue prompts , accepting !

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

— Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente  (via charwrites)

wrapping  himself  in  silk  and  velvet——it's  his  armor.  each  stitch  ten  times  as  much  as  some  can  hope  to  afford.  bold,  proud,  and  a  beacon  of  avarice.  slender  digits  flick  through  another  stack  of  notes,  totaling  it  up——sure——but  also  just  enjoying  the  sheer  amount.  there's  money  in  jujutsu  &.  snatching  up  every  last  penny  ...  that's  the  way  to  life!  "haha,  louis  vuitton,  too.  'sides,  wasn't  that  curse  a  wayyyy  too  annoying?  hazard  pay!  we  need  more  hazard  pay!"  he  insists,  although  he  doubts  she'll  miss  even  the  smallest  shred  of  scratch  these  guys  had.  ah,  a  woman  after  his  own  heart. 

reclaiming her for the masses ( accepting ) — @amcssing

"Is that.. a tear I see?" Crow sharp eyes pin onto the barest scuff on the young man's top. Already, an all too pleased smile starts to bloom as she returns to formatting the invoice. Yet another charge to consider on top of the already hefty fees owed.

she  insists——he  refuses.  it's  push  and  pull.  the  tug  of  the  waves  and  the  moon  'pon  each  other  where  neither  truly  wins.  for  a  moment,  he  thinks  of  his  past  ...  when  brandishing  his  spear  would  pave  the  way.  when  filling  these  roots  with  scarlet  would  make  his  will  absolute.  a  time  when  he  did  not  value  life  nor  know  their  pain.  now,  however,  he  does.  his  curse  subjects  him  to  a  sense  of  empathy  deeper  than  mere  sensation  &.  it  pains  him.  a  nagging  pain  only  kept  at  bay  with  his  strength  of  mind.

he  remains  obstinate  as  arms  fold  behind  his  back.  their  gaze  sweeps  these  woods,  drinking  in  the  absurdity  likely  thick  within  them.  it  remains  him  of  inodal——his  home.  a  strange  place  full  of  secrets  and  the  unknown.  maybe  a  trip  back,  after  this,  would  soothe  the  sickness  in  his  heart.  one  can  only  hope.

"i  answer  your  question,  yet  you  spurn  mine.  you  wound  me  deeply,  you  know?"  he  clicks  his  tongue.  "i  have  wandered  farther  than  you  can  imagine——far  from  a  realm  beyond  this  place.  i  am  far  from  a  human.  it's  an  insult  to  them  to  compare  them  to  my  ilk.  what's  the  word  of  this  land  ...  i'm  a  godling.  son  of  the  beast  who  stalks  the  higher  realms  to  bathe  their  eminence  in  blood."  the  hunt,  the  beast:  Upione.  "not  that  i  expect  them  to  be  known  here  ...  peer  deeper,  seerer.  surely  there's  an  answer  that  will  satisfy  you  among  the  stars." 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTRUST NONE, GIRL.

Like something predacious, does he stalk the area, as if looking for OPPORTUNITY ; she would not offer him such. Perched 'pon high, owlish eyes narrow. She could not discern intent, without further prodding ; but she must be cautious — tread with care.

Each and every signal in his body, the changing pitch of his voice ... all of it, a tell. He does not seem to be an aggressive sort, beyond surface expression ; but it was the calm, that held the most wicked of hearts.

❝ ... My vision is not business of yours, outsider. Are you not far from home ? Far from human settlements ? Do you not know, into which you have wandered ? ❞

The DREADWOOD, was no place for man - let alone a man, who dresses unlike all she's ever seen. Perhaps, his continent is across the GREAT SEA, where even she was left in the dark, in regards to their comings and goings.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ It is not too late, to turn back. ❞

inhaling  what's  left  of  the  burger  half,  wally  cleans  what  little  bits  of  ketchup  and  mustard  are  still  clinging  to  his  fingers.  it  wouldn't  be  lying  to  say  he  felt  a  hundred——no  a  million  times  better  already.  it'll  give  him  more  than  enough  juice  if  he  needs  it,  although  he  isn't  expecting  much.  las  vegas  ...  surely  it's  not  a  place  with  anything  to  worry  about?  it  wasn't  a  mission——as  others  insists.  enjoy  yourself,  they  told  him.  at  a  point  it  started  feeling  like  they  were  just  trying  to  get  rid  of  him,  which,  y'know,  fair  enough.

"tourist-y  stuff——no,  wait——stuff  locals  like——uh  ...  any  chance  we  can  do  both?"  it's  the  first  time  he's  stepping  foot  into  vegas;  he's  been  through  her  more  than  few  times  but  he  meant  that  literally.  it's  a  blur  on  his  travels  to  other  places  and  he  barely  remembers  a  thing  each  time.  to  put  it  simply:  it's  his  first  time  ever  spending  more  than  thirty  seconds  in  the  city  of  sin.  bit  odd  that  it  never  popped  up  during  his  time  with  the  team.  you'd  think  it  would've  been  the  first  place  to  stir  up  all  sorts  of  trouble  for  them  to  be  sent  to  deal  with.

"oh,  and  by  we,  i  mean  me.  i  mean,  i  can't  expect  you  to  follow  me  around  all  day  and  help  me  out  ...  right?  not  that  i'd  turn  down  a  certified  guide."  it's  a  bit  of  a  leading  question,  he'll  admit.  not  his  finest  attempt  to  thread  the  needle  of  a  delicate  topic,  but  he's  doing  his  best.  "but,  y'know,  if that is   something  you  DID  want  to  do  i  can  cover  today's  expenses  for  us."  all  hail  the  batman  appointed  credit  card.  "whaddaya  say?  wanna  be  my  partner  in  crime?"

Damn. He must have been really hungry.

Mark comes close to feeling bad about having made his acceptance into a bit, but it's hard to linger on those kinds of guilty feelings when the guy's sticking around for a chat after scarfing down his leftovers. He's probably not all that torn up over the specifics of getting them.

"Well," he starts, still sporting a bright grin, "you're in luck! No-one in the world's better at this whole tourist thing than I am."

Expertise just comes with the package of being on the move so often; Mark is a tourist everywhere, taking in everything he can everywhere he stops. A local might know a thing or two about some niche, out-of-the-way place for good food or a good time, but Mark's always been good about sniffing out things or places that are entertaining.

He rests his arm on the back of his chair, then leans his head into his waiting palm, attempting to give his food thief some sort of scrutiny—like he's trying to judge exactly what sort of avenue to take this. "So what, you lookin' for some typical tourist-y stuff? Or are you one 'a those people who wants to pretend they know how to blend in with the locals? Plenty 'a shit to do either way. You like shows? Lotsa shows. There's a rollercoaster in a casino. Isn't that the sickest fuckin' thing you've ever heard of in your life? Who does that? It's probably a death trap but that's a sick way to go out. My sister made me ride it."

SUPERMAN (2025) dir. James Gunn

HAPPY CASS DAY 🗣️🗣️🗣️

if you ever catch martin where he can't think of a rebuttal he's just gonna smile and start singing in your face to piss you off.

At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each “box” with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.

[…] He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile.

— The Smiling Man

random lil hcs for wally.

wally  is  a  good  cook,  really  good.  between  a  healthy  appetite  and  a  strong  need  for  calories  (  super  speed  go  brr  )  he's  gotten  good  at  cooking  for  himself.  on  the  opposite  side,  at  a  point  i  doubt  he's  even  picky  with  food.  you'll  eat  his  food  and  it  taste  five  class  and  he's  just  like??  what.  it's  roughly  all  the  same  to  him.

slaps  on  a  red  nose  every  year  at  Christmas  time.  wallace  rudolph  west  lives  forever. 

prone  to  hyper  speed  talking.  he's  a  bit  more  restrained  than  his  peers  but  get  him  going  and  you'll  never  hear  a  single  word  just  a  long  ass  buzz  and  him  looking  for  understanding.  wally:  you  got  that? 

When does a CANDLE become a BLAZE? Whеn does a MAN become a MONSTER?

"thanksmanyou'realifesaver."  words  hurtle  off  his  tongue  like  a  racecar  zipping  around  a  track——all  in  less  than  a  second,  a  picosecond,  actually.  "er,  i  mean,  thanks,  man.  i'll  be  sure  to  cherish  this  burger  that  could've  totally  saved  your  life. minus the pickles, can't eat those."  a  loose  grin  hangs  off  his  lips  before  hurrying  to  take  the  burger  in  question.  running  low  on  calories  ...  well,  that's  a  speedster's  personal  hell.  far  as  wally  knows,  though,  he  might've  had  it  the  worst.  it  earned  him,  at  one  point,  the  name  'kid  mouth'  rather  than  kid  flash.  least  that's  what  dick  loves  to  call  him  even  to  today.

plucking  the  top  bun  from  the  burger,  he  gently  flicks  the  pickles  off  onto  a  napkin  and  takes  his  first  bite.  ah!  delicious  calories.  exactly  what  every  growing  flash  needs—don't  fact-check  that.  you're  hearing  it  from  a  true  professional,  after  all.  right  now,  wally's  in  heaven  but  really  wondering  if  he's  got  enough  on  him  to  pick  up  a  nice  shake.  some  fries  too——oh,  and  one  of  those  little  wildcat  toys.

"so,  between  starving  to  death  and  crying,  what  exactly  is  there  to—"  a  light  burp.  "excuse  me,  uh,  what  exactly  is  there  to  do  around  here?  'm  a  bit  new  to  this  tourist  thing."  sort've.  long  as  the  words  stretched  a  bit. 

@amcssing asked → “ you gonna eat that? ” wally to mark / yeah im back again ( src. / accepting. )

Like in many such prior cases with many other individuals, Mark's first instinct is to just hand over the discarded half of his burger without any complaint.

That's not what he does, though. It's not like he was going to finish it either way, but his second and more important instinct is to be really annoying about the whole situation. There are some real desperate people out there who will only let go of their hard-earned food kicking and screaming—Mark just wants to go out being a little bit of an asshole about it.

"Sorry, I just ran outta all my money and this is the last good burger I'm ever gonna get," he lies. "I mean, I guess you can take it, but I'll just starve to death after. And cry. I'll cry an' I'll starve to death about it. Is that what you want? You want me to die? Wow. What a cruel and unjust world I live in."

He leans back in his seat, offering a look halfway between judging and amused. Then he shrugs, breaking out into a smile.

"Nah, you can have it."

@tartalias

if there's any canon divergence on this blog it's that Martin tore Christopher Plover apart piece by piece. the end.

each  step  in  his  gait  holds  purpose  like  lion  stalking  prey.  air  around  him  hums  with  the  faintest  trickle  of  authority  cloaked  in  flesh.  lips,  a  thin  line,  twist  into  a  polite  smile,  although  something  cold  lingers  in  those  calm  eyes.  calculating  yet  withdrawn.

"you  see  right  through  me  then——how  lovely.  you'd  be  correct,  though,  i'm  far  from  my  home,  yet  willing."  it's  a  light  laugh  that  leaves  him  but  there's  a  hint  of  a  growl.  a  tick  rather  than  aggression.  "and  with  whose  eyes  do  you  see  these  truths?  God's,  perhaps?"    

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤstarter. | @amcssing

There is something, in them ALL, that aligned with the stars. Those beings, borne of something greater than the fragility of man. She knows not, weather to bow her head, or keep chin high — for, whomever this was, they were certainly not from her home.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝ ... Are you not a bit far from home, ser ? ❞

Are you charging for this sage advice, or is sticking your nose into my business just a hobby? / what if we did give ekko and jinx a try

party banter / accepting !

a  biting  remark  sits  on  his  tongue——it  sits,  it  pauses  much  like  her  finger  on  the  trigger.  the  firelights  were  nearby,  exploring  their  own  alleys,  trying  to  tidy  up  the  streets  as  best  they  can.  maybe  it's  ...  foolish,  but  he  figures  she'll  be  here.  guarding  silco's  goods——carving  a  deep  scar  into  the  undercity  again  and  again.  he  wants  to  try  again,  to  stop  this  ...  all  of  this  even  if  only  for  a  moment.  if  only  he  could  turn  back  time——!  that'd  be  the  day.  the  day  he  saves  the  world.  pocketwatch  clicks,  sealed  within  his  pocket  like  a  tiny  heartbeat  made  of  gears  and  seconds.  could  he  have  done  more  if  noticed  those  mere  seconds  in  the  past?

"it's  free  ...  long  as  you're  willing  to  listen."  &  return.  he  pauses,  hesitant.  "powder."

flicking back and forth between blogs rn but inbox call ! give this a like i'll either send smth from your memes tag or make something mysellf. specify if you wanted from a certain muse.

Given your own nature, are you really the one to judge? (To Rex! From the BG3 party meme)

party banter / accepting !

touché.  nanites  hum  as  if  responding  to  a  provocation;  his  body  is  an  interwoven  mix  of  machinery  and  humanity,  yet  all  himself.  he  raises  his  hands  as  if  to  ward  off  any  further  barbs  hurling  towards  him——features  slack  with  the  faintest  hint  of  sheepishness.  guess  what  goes  around  comes  around  when  it's  a  matter  of  judging  a  book  by  its  cover.  still  ...  compared  to  EVOs?  this  might  as  well  have  been  a  drop  in  the  bucket  ...  sort  of.  long  as  he  looks  past  the  moving  things  around  with  their  mind  parts.  he's  trying——okay!

"okay,  okay.  you're  right.  i  can  make  machines  from  my  hands  and  you're  a  talking  ...  i wanna say ... groundhog?  makes  us  both  a  little  bit  strange.  but,  really  though,  you're  sure  you're  not  an  EVO..?  never  had  any  run  ins  with  a  guy  named  van  kleiss?  about  this  tall,"  he  gestures,  "big  metal  arm?  talks  a  LOT  about  EVOs  being  the  next  step  in  his  big,  bad,  evil  empire?" no? no.  

Characters with goggles? Always awesome

Oh, I wouldn't actually leave. After all, where would you be without me? / dick n wally <3

party banter / accepting !

it's  a  routine  mission——yeah,  famous  last  words.  still,  getting  back  into  the  swing  of  things  with  dick  meant  braving  a  bit  of  danger.  being  faster  than  the  speed  of  light,  yeah,  he's  that  fast,  but  it  doesn't  mean  he  can  be  everywhere  sometimes.  between  dealing  with  things  in  keystone  and  central  city  ...  there's  been  a  lot  on  his  plate.  a  small  part  of  him  wants  an  easy  mission;  he  wants  to  catch  with  dick  and  talk  about  things.  talk  about  what's  been  happening——make  sure  that  all  too  perfect  boy  wonder  is  still  holding  himself  together,  not  just  the  entire  world.  it's  not  surprise  when  he  loses  track  of  him.  slinking  in  and  out  of  shadows  happens  to  be  a  bat  family  special  ...  if  not  the  tiniest  bit  annoying.

maybe  that's  why  he's  rushing.  maybe  that's  why  he  pulls  a  few  fewer  punches.  cult  of  the  Kobra  wasn't  exactly  the  type  to  give  mercy  to  people  in  their  shenanigans.  maybe  ...  just  maybe  ...  he's  a  bit  mad?  it's  a  strange  feeling  because  it's  unfair.  unfair  to  dick  to  be  mad  over  something  so  simple.  coming  clean  would've  made  things  easier  for  him.  lay  things  out  from  the  start——dick  would  understand.  he  knows  that.  underneath  all  that  bat  family  training  is  his  best  friend.  that's  the  person  he  wants  to  see.

three?  six?  twelve?  man,  these  goons  never  knew  when  to  throw  in  the  towel.  speeding  blur  of  scarlet,  a  crackle  of  bluish  lightning  chasing  after  him  like  a  comet  hurtling  through  the  stars,  it's  all  they  can  see.  he  doubts  they  even  know  what  happens  when  it  does.  between  dick  aka  nightwing  aka  robin  aka  ...  something,  they're  dropping  like  flies.  no  one  got  hurt——everything  turns  out  fine.  it  only  takes  a  second  to  tie  them  all  up  and  let  the  cops  handle  the  rest.  reporters  with  speed  that  might  rival  his  own  come  scurrying  for  questions.  they  want  answers  and  they're  right  to  seek  them.

although,  wally  isn't  having  it.  a  quick  wave,  a  laugh  that  the  photographs  love,  and  he's  scooping  dick  into  his  arms  and  speeding  away.  "yeah,  birdbrain,  i  know."  not  once  has  dick  leaving  him  behind  even  crossed  his  mind.  they  knew  each  other  too  well.  they  cared  too  much.  it's  not  a  feeling  he  questions  but  one  he  allows  himself  to  feel.  fully.  everything  might  be  a  blur  to  dick.  everything  a  scene  whizzing  by  as  he  simply runs.  runs  to  carve  out  a  space  for  them.  runs  for  a  chance  to  talk  like  he  wants  ...  and  maybe  find  something  to  eat  in  the  meantime  too.

"okay,  so,  stay  with  me——chinese.  that  little  place  in  metropolis.  you  and  me,  sound  like  a  date?"  it's  a  fleeting  moment.  a  brief  blip  in  time  but  wally  sees  things  slower.  feels  the  world  at  a  much  slower  pace  like  it  moves  in  slow  motion  and  moments  like  these,  to  him,  last  forever.  he  cherishes  them  like  the  friend  in  his  arms. 

BALDURS GATE 3 PARTY BANTER PROMPTS LIST.

all of the following prompts are taken from party banter between the companions in larian studios' baldurs gate 3 (2023). there should be no spoilers! also, a disproportionate amount of these are from astarion and karlach. i'm not sorry.

I am enjoying our walks together, aren't you, [ name ]?

You'll be as depraved as the rest of us in no time.

Friend of yours?

Were you always so sneaky?

If there's hope for me there's hope for anyone.

How are we not there yet? My feet are killing me.

This is what I get for trying to strike up conversation.

We're not going to have trouble, are we?

If we continue this way, we may get too close for comfort.

Don't get too comfortable. We shouldn't overstay our welcome in such a place.

Do you have pet names for each other yet?

[ name ]! Was that a joke?

You know what - that is not the easiest of questions for me to answer.

Given your own nature, are you really the one to judge?

You can read?!

I'm surprised - I expected you to turn your back once you got what you wanted.

I wouldn't know a flirtation if you whacked me alongside the head with it.

Why stay somewhere safe and comfortable when we could be in mortal peril?

Can't say I love what they've done with the place.

I'm learning to enjoy the taste of chaos. Count me in.

At least you didn't tell me to 'be myself'.

You have so much to learn. Repeat after me: honey muffin, sweetie pie, sugarplum.

Nice to be in a crowd of normal people for once.

So [ name ], how is your sad, hopeless pining going?

You seemed a million miles away just then.

I fear I've been rather hasty to judge you, [ name ].

Ready to enter the belly of the beast?

Step one of starting a conversation: think before you speak.

I hear your relationship has taken on a new aspect recently…

All right, just keep it down. We're conspicuous enough without your hyena call.

Not one for roughing it, I see.

Why not have a little fun?

You're right, of course. Forgive me.

My money's on you, [ name ].

The echoes - listen! They're coming from three directions!

Want me to carry you?

Feeling at home?

Treat them right, or you'll have me to answer to.

Oh, darling, would you?

No doubt they found me too intimidating.

A girl could get used to this.

Now I don't know what to believe.

Well - yes, it was a joke.

I know that, too. It just wasn't funny.

And here I thought I rubbed you the wrong way.

Man, it's good to be home. First round on who?

Oh, I wouldn't actually leave. After all, where would you be without me?

You've quite the knack for finding the bright side of things, haven't you?

Well what would impress you, then?

Let's just stop this conversation right here, shall we?

Must've been an awful day for the people who lived here

You've clearly thought this through a great deal. I'm impressed and appalled in equal measure.

Sure, but think of the stories you'll be able to tell.

I never was scared of the shadows.

I know you're not really as heartless as all that.

I judged you wrongly. I'm sorry.

Are you charging for this sage advice, or is sticking your nose into my business just a hobby?

Pragmatism, thy name is [ name ].

That's ironic, coming from you.

We're either very clever or very lucky.

You do not need luck to survive, [ name ]. Not when you have me.

That will make getting word to my mother rather tricky.

Stop gawking at the decor. This place is dangerous.

I can't tell if you're joking.

So, what's it like caring for someone other than yourself, [ name ]?

You think I'm beautiful?

I feel it too. Here if you need a pick-me-up.

Yet another thing we have in common. We're two peas in a pod.

Is it so unbelievable that they would simply like me?

Use your words.

You gonna catch me if I eat a brick?

[ name ], I've heard you talking in your sleep.

Let's never speak of this again.

You can take a day off once in a while, [ name ]

Hey! Something bit me.

Cheer up. It might be all downhill from here.

I love a nice secret hideaway, don't you?

Think the bar is open?

So what I'm learning is I need to deep-dive into their comics and story because the Flash is actually a ridiculously decent mentor by the looks of it.

it just dawned on me i can put some old ocs here too maybe multis are kinda goated.

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