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@sxnderknust from X

He and Paula had managed to get themselves back home after a while. That fight had been a lot more in favor of the JSA than Lawrence thought it would be. Kids. They lost tonight to Pat and a bunch of kids. They really should be embarrassed. How many of them were left? Him, Paula and the Gambler? They weren’t getting this off the ground anytime soon were they.

Paula had managed to pull herself together enough to do something she promised she would with Art.Leaving him home to try and figure out what they were supposed to do now.

The sound of someone knocking on their door got an annoyed groan out of Crusher. He was hoping that he would be left alone for a little while. Still Lawrence opened the door and was rather shocked to see who was on the other side. “Jordan?” The boss man was still alive? He thought they would have gotten him. “Wow kind of shocked you’re still around.” He looked like hell though. So they did manage to kick his ass didn’t they?

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(promise)

Making promises wasn’t something he did with just anyone. At least not mean it anyway. He was after all a member of the ISA. Had to lie on occasion to get what he wanted. Even on occasion to members of the team, they should know better than to trust him on certain subjects. Of course there were a few expectations to this rule. His family for example. But that seemed true for all of them didn’t it? Any of them aside from the lizard was likely to have a different side with their families. He and Paula loved their little girl. Tried to keep her on the right path with things. Well what they thought was important. Athletics in their eyes. School to an extent. They knew that she had to keep her grades a certain level to keep on the team. 

Promises were not made lightly with him. Hell if he was making one that he meant to keep it was going to either be with Artimes or Paula. Unless there was a gym goal. If people worked with him he could keep that one. Usually he might make one as a way to get the game moving in a way he needed. If it didn’t benefit his purpose of course he wouldn’t intend to keep it.

Right now though he was making a promise to his daughter. He knew he was going to have to keep this one. Like he said, family was different. He did of course love his girls. Both of them could probably kick anyone’s ass if they wanted to. Which of course earned a bit of applause. No one else seemed to appreciate it as much as he did though. “When have I not kept a promise to you and your mother Art? Course I’m gonna keep this one.” It wasn’t anything too terrible. Just a little family outing.

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Symbol meme starters.

Send one for my muse’s reaction! Feel free to alter context, switch muse’s positions, etc, as necessary. Contains some mild NSFW.

(chest) - for your muse to press a hand against my muse’s chest (hair) - for your muse to bury their face in my muse’s hair (backhand) - for your muse to backhand my muse (jaw) - for your muse to grip my muse’s jaw in one hand (lap) - for your muse to sit in my muse’s lap (whisper) - for your muse to whisper in my muse’s ear (bottom) - for your muse to rest a hand on my muse’s ass (or slap it) (undress) - for your muse to undress mine (may not be nsfw!) (pin) - for your muse to pin mine to a specified surface  (yank) - for your muse to yank mine out of the way of danger (bite) - for your muse to bite mine (palm) - for your muse to clap a hand over my muse’s mouth (throw) - for your muse to physically throw mine (piggyback) - for your muse to leap onto my muse’s back for a piggyback ride (nourish) - for your muse to provide my muse with food or drink (secret) - for your muse to reveal a secret to mine (specify the secret!) (discover) - for your muse to discover information about mine that they shouldn’t know (rescue) - for your muse to rescue mine from danger (promise) - for your muse to make mine a promise, whether they intend to keep it or not (lie) - for your muse to lie to mine (specify the lie) (confess) - for your muse to make a confession of truth to mine (command) - for your muse to give my muse an order or instruction, which may or may not be followed (hide) - for your muse to hide somewhere with my muse (sleep) - for your muse to fall asleep on mine (misc) - create your own/sender specifies! useful if something here gives you an idea that isn’t otherwise written.

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Extremely Exhausted Starters Part 2

“You’re nodding off… hey, come on, you need sleep.”

“I can’t… you’re going to have to carry me.”

“Hey, you passed out. Do you remember what happened?”

“No more today, you’re at your limit.”

“I’m can’t move… I’m too tired…”

“You’re starting to ramble, you need rest.”

“What was that over there…? Did you say something?”

“Nap… please? Nap with me?”

“My subconscious isn’t exactly allowing me to get some damn sleep.”

“I can’t lift it without shaking…”

“You’re too weak to stop me from stopping you.”

“I don’t even have the energy to be defiant… I must be messed up.”

“Standing up is about all I can do.”

“You can tell me all about how tired you aren’t while I carry you to bed.”

“It’s been three days… does it make sense now?”

“Whatever you need me to do so you’ll stop and rest, I’ll do it.”

“Don’t force my hand. This is your last chance to stop yourself.”

“Your health is deteriorating. Take a break or I’ll make you.”

“You’re wrong, I’m fine. I know I’m fine… I’m fine…”

“Telling yourself that you’re okay doesn’t make it true. We need to get you safe and rested.”

“Yes, you did it and you’re alive, shut up. I was worried half to death you idiot!”

“Tired enough for cuddling huh…”

“You shush… shhh… shhhhuuushhh…”

“Oh great bed rest warden, may I be allowed freedom from my prison today?”

“You’re shaking, and sore. I can see the exhaustion in your eyes.

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manstar​:

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Syl rolled his eyes from his place on the floor, pushing himself up to standing and rubbing where he’d landed quite unceremoniously and the impact had hit him hardest.

“Obviously,” he said, reaching for the switch to the lamp on the desk by his bed and letting it shine. The little starry nightlight in the wall wouldn’t be enough to light the room enough for him to see Lawrence at all, that was for certain.

He was just glad he didn’t have a roommate for this semester yet.

“But why are you here? I would’ve let you stay, you just…”

Syl rubbed at his face, dragging his hand down it before his palm ended up covering the half of it more in light than shadow with the lamp’s assistance.

“…you gotta tell me this stuff first, man.”

It’s a miracle I didn’t throw you out my window, Star-Spangled Style.

Lawrence was aware that Syl didn’t have a room mate yet. Made getting into the room a little easier than it probably should be. Really should work on that. But then he guessed most of the college kids were sneaking into people they knew drom rooms to get some sleep.

Leaning against the wall he gave Syl a shrug; it was too early for this even for him. He didn’t know what woke Syl up, but kind of annoyed about the fact that he had. Could have had this conversation in a couple of hours when he was ready to get up.

“To be honest with you? Getting away from my roommate.” He drove him insane. Small reasons if the people around him were to be believed. But they mattered to him. Lawrence didn’t have time for people who were that out of shape and bitched about it. He had offered to help train him. But apparently he might have been a little too tough for him. Some shit like that anyway.

“Wasn’t expecting you to wake this early.” He didn’t say anything about staying here thinking he was likely to get a no so figured he’d deal with this in the morning. Well it was technically morning but still.

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protectxthem​:

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She gets up and off of the bed, slowly stripping out of her clothes as she went. She turned the water on and adjusted it before turning the shower itself on. She glances over her shoulder to look at him before she steps into the shower, leaving room for him to get in. The hot shower would do wonders on their sore bodies. “I hope we get a break tonight, I enjoy the date nights but I think i’m getting too old to do these. Unless we go on an actual date night to the movies and dinner or just a walk.”

Crusher took a few more moments to get himself out of bed. Choosing to watch her move to the shower instead. Hearing the sound of running water told him that was his cue to get moving. Pushing himself off the bed rolling his shoulders as he got rid of his own clothing. Smirking when Paula said that they should do the actual date night thing. Seemed like a new choice for them. “You want to try that kind of date night?” Could they do it without getting bored might be the other question. Wasn’t like they would have to worry about a babysitter. Their girl was old enough to be left home alone. Like they did their last ‘date night’. Only this time they wouldn’t have to actually lie to her about what they would be up to.

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@systripe from X

Crusher was actually offering a hand. Namely because it looked like Pat was struggling with it. Like he wasn’t sure how to handle whatever injury he had. He was wondering what he had been doing that might have gotten him injured. Pat didn’t seem like the type that would be doing anything that interesting. Still he was acting like he didn’t need any help with it. “Come on now Pat. You clearly need a bit of help with that. Won’t take long. Have you back focusing on that work out in no time.” Couldn’t have him slacking on that already. He just signed up and Crusher planned to make sure he followed through with it.

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misfitxbeggars​:

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Grip on the handle tightening as he continued to walk, her fingers readjusted as she readied herself to swing her weapon at his head. She wouldn’t strike first, not when they were in the hall, but she really hoped he’d give a reason to hit back. “Yes, you should have known someone would be here. Though, you’re not exactly in the ISA for your smarts, now, are you?” she scoffed. “What do you want, Sportsmaster?”

She was hoping he would attack? Oh the little bird wanted a fight. Crusher would be more than happy to give her what she wanted/. He didn’t get to play as often as he would like so he was going to have a bit of fun with this. Always going at him for his intelligence he got by didn’t he? Besides she wasn’t really wrong. They didn’t keep him around for that. They had plenty of others that could play the intelligence game. Sportsmaster was here for the fun mostly. Shrugging after a moment because what else could he say to that. “Probably not. Don’t need it for what they send me in to do.” Sportsmaster answered after a pause before throwing out one of the balls he had ready. Hitting it with a bat to send it flying towards her. He was good with these weapons and made them work for him. They worked amazingly well for weapons.

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notxhuntress​:

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It took maybe three seconds, for that all too sweet smile to disappear. Instead; it was replaced an almost evil looking grin that just screamed ‘I got what I wanted’. Of course, she tries to hide it, by throwing her arms around her dad and giving him a tight squeeze.

“Thank you—thank you—thank you!” Artemis all but squealed; too excited that she didn’t have to do her homework yet to even try to keep up the whole ‘headache’ lie. “Thank you, daddy! I love you!”

And with that; she was gone… Artemis was pretty quick to run into the house, before he could change his mind again. “I won’t tell mom a thing! Promise!”

He fell for it. He knew he did he’d pay for that later. Somehow he was going to end up paying for that. She could get him to do whatever she damn well pleased couldn’t she? Just smile at him and he was caving. Paula laughed at him about that sometimes. Being that dad. He could slam people’s heads in with a bat but get that smile from his daughter and he was done.

She still had to do it. They were threatening her to take her off the team. She wanted to keep that position and she would have to really do something. He would hate to have to threaten or kill someone else from her school. Was going to start getting noticeable. 

“Still going to have to do it sooner or later!” He called after her knowing that she was going to leave him to clean up the mess with the window.

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protectxthem​:

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She glanced over her shoulder and mimicked the smirk, winking at him when he finally did open his eyes. Last night had taken a lot out of her so she was still a little sore and her body protested with each move she made, even if it was just shifting on the bed and tucking one leg under her body. She leaned over on the bed, cupping his face and kissing his lips with a smile. “You always did like watching me go. Speaking of going, i’m going to take a shower. Want to join me?”

Lawrence was a little sore himself. Nothing worse than after a day at the gym. He felt that the night before had made that worth it. Feeling her cupping his face giving him a smirk of her own made the look on his own get wider. “Can’t pass up a chance to see you work.” She was a beautiful sight when she started firing with that crossbow. Her lips on his was worth any stiff muscles he might have ended the night with. “Lead the way.”

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Oh! He had one of the birds did he? Well that should make for a fun time. They weren’t too bad. Though he wondered if he should leave this one to Tigress. Though he was pretty sure she was busy with something else. So that meant this was on him. Grinning behind his mask Sportsmaster stopped just a few feet away from her weapon slung casually over his shoulder. “Well good evening to you too. Should have known I’d run into someone. Thought you birds had more important things to do today.”

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Shiera’s jaw clenched and her body tensed, fingers curling around the handle of her mace as her adversary came into view. Despite her unease with the unexpected guest, she stood tall and her shoulders were back, getting ready to attack the moment necessary. “Step any closer, and it’ll be the last thing you do,” Hawkgirl warned, staring the man down with an unwavering expression. “What is it that you want, Sportsmaster?”

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Smirking even though it took him a few seconds to actually open his eyes he thought about the night before. It had actually been a lot of fun. Wasn’t like they got the chance to sneak out on nights like that often. Nothing was really happening so they were usually made to sit on the bench so to speak. The fact that they had something to do and told their daughter it was date night was something they had both clearly enjoyed. It had made for a wild night and he was glad they had the chance. They should do it again sometime. “It’s always a great night when we finally get a chance to get back in the game. Not to mention seeing you go.”

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“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” Paula asked as she stirred awake, rolling over to look at Lawrence with a smirk on her lips. “I know I did. I never thought “date night” could be so much fun. We need to do it more often.” She stretches her arms up over her head before moving to sit up in bed.

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@manstar from X

 Lawrence was out, though the feeling of an arm going around him seemed to have enough of an effect to start pulling him out of sleep. Where the hell was he? Shouldn’t he been in his own dorm? 

The sound of another voice, a rather familar one seemed to have killed that idea. Syl? He was in Sylvester’s bed. Stopping for a moment to try and recap. See if he had done anything stupid the night before. He was aware of his own clothes still being on. So they both didn’t have to worry about that awkward conversation. That was at least one plus.

He hadn’t bothered to open his eyes yet. Let the other man have his little moment. Before feeling a pillow slam down on his head. Making an annoyed sound before sitting up running a hand through his hair. 

“Well up until about twenty seconds ago I was sleeping.” He knew they hadn’t done anything so what was the point in freaking out about him being here?

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notxhuntress​:

perfectedingbadideas​:

“I would rather deal with her, thank you very much.”

The baseball she’d been tossing landed on the ground with a thud. A dull sound, which seemed to match the irritated expression that was growing on her face. She’d honestly thought; that out of her parents, Dad was the one she’d be able to crack when it came to letting school slide. It so wasn’t fair that he wasn’t taking her side in the matter.

“I’m just going to get a D, anyway– I don’t see why I have to.” There’s a beat of a second, in which the irritation was wiped off of her face, replaced instead with an all too sweet smile.

“Can’t I just have one more hour, please?” She may have already admitted defeat, but she wasn’t above using dirty-tactics to delay actually having to do her homework. Even if it meant lying through her teeth. “Please, Dad–  Daddy-- I have a headache. I promise I’ll do it— after dinner. I promise.”

Lawrence knew how she felt about doing her school work. It wasn’t much different than how he felt when he was her age. But now he was aware that it was something rather important if she wanted to do something with herself outside of sports. If anyone could make it to a pro league it would be her, but they had so many others out there that there was a chance it would take some time for them to find out how good she was. So they just wanted her to have something she could fall back on.

He shouldn’t fall for it. He really really shouldn’t. He needed to make sure that got done so she might have a chance to get higher than a d. She was smarter than that even if she was just really into sports.

But there was that damned smile she had pretty much mastered to work against him. 

“Fine.” He could already hear Paula screaming at him for this. “But don’t tell your mother I let out off on this.”

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manstar​:

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Syl gave Lawrence the most unimpressed look he could manage. “You are such a dick.”

But given that Syl wasn’t punching Lawrence in the head and running away, he obviously didn’t mean it. Instead, he ruffled the hair at the back of his own head, giving the messy interior of the future gym a look, and then sighed in a clear sign of resignation.

“At this point I don’t really have a choice, huh?”

He could be more bothered by this. He could probably stand to be a little annoyed that he took half a day off work for it. He could be doing more than smiling the slightest bit and shaking his head from side to side.

Syl wasn’t one to turn down a request for help, though, and so he gave Lawrence’s back a brief smack and a push to get him to go to the entrance.

“Just unlock the damn door already, you nut.”

“Been told that a couple of times.” Lawrence answered at being called a dick. He’d actually been called a lot worse but Sylvester didn’t need to know those details. He’d probably hear something like that while he trained people here. Once things actually got up and running. It wasn’t much of anything right now. Just an empty building that needed equipment and a little bit of fixing up.

At least Sylvester seemed ok with sticking around to help. He figured the man could have just left him to do this himself. Grinning when he was pushed towards the entrance. Getting into a rush to get started? More like they were already here might as well get the whole thing started. Get done with it a lot quicker that way.

Fishing out the key to the door Lawrence made his way inside pushing the door back so that Sylvester could follow him in.

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notxhuntress​:

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“I dunno – I just kinda figure one day that giant freakin’ zombie dude is gonna sit on you and crush you to death, y’know?” Her smart-ass answer came with a grin and the world’s quickest hug.

She may have never broken the habit of running to the door to greet them, but she was still too old to potentially be seen hugging her parents by anyone.

“Interesting?          Nothing interesting ever happens here.” There’s a click of her tongue; a bit of a tick she had when she was trying to hide a lie. She’d spent the last hour and a half practicing sharpening arrowheads on the run in the back yard– but he didn’t need to know that and she didn’t need to answer any questions about why she’d been doing it.

“What were you doing though—            Was it with the society?” She’d been very interested in the injustice society lately.

He knew that since his daughter was growing up and getting a bit older that hugs were going to be something rather quickly if they even happened at all. Still he enjoyed the fact that she was willing to give them whenever he was on the receiving end of one. 

She had been up to something while he was away. She had a strange habit when she went to lie. One that they had of course picked up on and didn’t always call her out for. Hell they spent a good part of her life lying to her about the ISA why get mad about a few little lies. But Larwance was starting to think she was up to something when they weren’t around. Wasn’t always sure what it was. But she had something up her sleeve.

So much for keeping them a secret. Artemis had been asking about that a bit more lately. So when he thought she was up to something it usually had something to do with them.

“They had me on a little thing. Barely worth mentioning.” Hell barely worth any effort really. Made him wonder why he agreed to do it. Because he was getting restless. Seemed Artemis was to. Have to have a talk with her mother. They didn’t want to bring the kids into this. But maybe they should reconsider.

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Firefly - sentence starters

1. “Curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal!” 

2. “I’m guessing you weren’t burdened with an overabundance of schooling.” 

3. “Also, I can kill you with my brain.” 

4. “Time for some thrilling heroics.” 

5. “Your mouth is talking. You might want to look into that.” 

6. “No power in the ‘verse can stop me!” 

7. “We have done the impossible, and that makes us mighty.” 

8. “If your hand touches metal, I swear by my pretty floral bonnet, I will end you.” 

9. “If someone ever tries to kill you, you try to kill them right back!” 

10. “Might have been on the losing side. Still not convinced it was the wrong one.” 

11. “My days of not taking you seriously are certainly coming to a middle.” 

12. “Next time you want to stab me in the back, have the guts to do it to my face.” 

13. “She/he/it is beginning to damage my calm.” 

14. “Everything’s shiny, _______. Not to fret.” 

15. “This must be what going mad feels like.” 

16. “They don’t like it when you shoot at ‘em. I worked that out myself.” 

17. “My food is problematic.” 

18. “No more running. I aim to misbehave.” 

19. “We’re not gonna die. We can’t die, _______. You know why? Because we are so very pretty. We are just too pretty for God to let us die.” 

20. “The important thing is the spices. A man can live on packaged food from here to Judgement Day if he’s got enough rosemary.” 

21. “I think you have a problem with your brain being missing.” 

22. “Shake your head, ______. Your eyes are stuck.”  

23. “My work’s illegal, but at least it’s honest.” 

24. “I’m trying to put this as delicately as I can. How do I know you won’t kill me in my sleep?” 

25. “You don’t know me, ______, so let me explain this to you once: If I ever kill you, you’ll be awake, you’ll be facing me, and you’ll be armed.” 

26. “I’m a leaf on the wind. Watch how I soar.” 

27. “I do believe that ______’s planning to shoot me again.” 

28. “You paid money for this, _______? On purpose?” 

29. “So. Would you like to lecture me on the wickedness of my ways?” 

29. “I brought you some supper, but if you’d prefer a lecture, I have a few very catchy ones prepped. Sin and hellfire… one has lepers.”

30. “Why is there a statue of you in the middle of this town square?”    

31. “Point of interest? Offering to shoot us, don’t work so well as an incentive as you might imagine.” 

32. “If I wanted schooling, I’d’ve gone to school.” 

33. “Maybe I’ll give him/her a tattoo while s/he’s out.” 

34. “I am a large, semi-muscular wo/man. I can take it.” 

35. “What’d ya’ll order a dead guy for?” 

36. “All right. You want to explain to me why you got yourself all corpsified and mailed to me?”