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The existence of this blog has been quite short-lived, but I have made the difficult choice of not only moving Cleo to a new blog, but revamp a good portion of my characterization for her. To say that I got off the wrong foot here would be an understatement, since I believe there were a number of things that went wrong for me. Thank you so much for those who decided to stick around. Words cannot describe how much I appreciate every single one of you, and I hope you will stick around in this adventure with me and Cleo. The new URL is same as the original. Hope to see you there!

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What Element Writer Are You?

Tagged By: @neonrebirth Tagging: @caestillo​, @shesquiinnsane​, @warhunting​ and anyone who wants to! 

Water Writer

Just like water, you carry your readers in a new world, and they just can’t do anything but follow. Your poetic writing allures the readers in with BEAUTIFUL WORDS, just for them to find themselves on the deepest oceans floors, where you make them taste pain in its sweetest form. Water writers are the gentlest liars, they show the readers a small stream, and no one can see the WATERFALL at the end. If you were a tag, you would definitely be ‘Everything is Beautiful But Everything Hurts’. Cliffhangers are one of your strong points that, mixed with your incredible versatility, make you a great writer. Your stories have a deep meaning, and NEVER MISS to leave traces on your readers hearts. You don’t limit yourself, you like to explore the deepest parts in the human soul, and that’s why readers can sometimes find MCD in your stories. Your endings tend to be sad or open, and your stories have the power to DRAG your readers with you, from the highest waves of a storm, and to the darkest secrets of the ocean.

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DANIELA MELCHIOR as Cleo Cazo/Ratcatcher 2  in The Suicide Squad (2021) dir. James Gunn

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Beach House – Space Song (Slowed)

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pure of heart!!!!!!!!!! dumb of ass……………

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An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme

Physical prompts based around some of my favorite tropes / physical actions in threads. Send this   + reverse   to change which muse does which action.

tw for implied violence in some

❰❰ PIN ❱❱ sender pins receiver during a fight/training

❰❰ HURT ❱❱ sender is hurt protecting receiver

❰❰ CARRY ❱❱ sender carries receiver bridal style

❰❰ LIFT ❱❱ sender carries receiver over their shoulder

❰❰ MEDIC ❱❱ sender bandages receiver’s wounds

❰❰ SUPPORT ❱❱ sender comforts receiver after a loss / traumatic event

❰❰ THREAT ❱❱ sender holds a weapon up to receiver as a threat

❰❰ SAVE ❱❱ sender saves receiver’s life

❰❰ CRY ❱❱ sender cries in front of receiver

❰❰ DANCE ❱❱ sender invites receiver to slow dance

❰❰ HAND KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the hand or wrist

❰❰ CHEEK KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the cheek

❰❰ HEAD KISS ❱❱ sender kisses receiver on the forehead

❰❰ EMBRACE ❱❱ sender embraces receiver

❰❰ HANDS ❱❱ sender’s fingers graze the receiver’s fingers

❰❰ CUDDLE ❱❱ our muses cuddle

❰❰ BED ❱❱ our muses share a bed

❰❰ BRUSH ❱❱ sender plays with / brushes receiver’s hair

❰❰ GAZE ❱❱ our muses make extended eye contact

❰❰ ALMOST ❱❱ our muses almost kiss but don’t or are interrupted before they do

❰❰ ARGUE ❱❱ sender ends an argument with receiver with a kiss

❰❰ ARM ❱❱ sender puts their arm around receiver

❰❰ PULL ❱❱ sender pulls receiver close to them

❰❰ BACK ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the back

❰❰ SHOULDER ❱❱ sender touches receiver on the shoulder

❰❰ LEAN ❱❱ sender leans against receiver

❰❰ CARESS ❱❱ sender caresses the receiver’s cheek

❰❰ HAIR ❱❱ sender pushes receiver’s hair away from their face

❰❰ TILT ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their hand

❰❰ CHIN ❱❱ sender tilts the receiver’s chin with their weapon

❰❰ LEG ❱❱ sender’s leg touches the receiver’s leg under the table

❰❰ FOOD ❱❱ sender feeds the receiver

❰❰ WALL ❱❱ sender pushes the receiver against a wall

❰❰ FREE ❱❱ sender frees the receiver from restraints

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over

❰❰ DYING ❱❱ sender finds the receiver near death

❰❰ PANIC ❱❱ sender comforts the receiver as they have a panic attack or get overstimulated

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humanetic​: lukas falk

｡*ﾟ+｡.:*☆*   BLOOD  &  MORE BLOOD  //  “ i can’t get it off— i can still feel it on me! ”  @mortedigna​

*ﾟ+｡.:*☆*.｡          NOT HERS  //  blood that hands frantically rub against,   removal of the crimson that cakes into cotton fibres  &  skin stubborn   ;   it comes from those already deceased,   those that have been sliced  &  torn apart by your metallic touch.   why does she fret over lacking injuries,  no marks or wounds against her small frame,   nothing to signify soul in critical condition  //   nothing to worry about  !!   perhaps the merge of humanity  &  machinary simply cannot understand,  one with contract kills ‘pon the daily  &  enough blood staining your own hands to follow.   so you sigh,  a tired one,   chrome touch grabbing ‘pon a nearby rag before placing it under cool running water from the kitchen faucet.   ❛  you need a shower,  that’s why.  &  it’s not fucking yours,  so relax.  ❜   bite in words contrasts the extension of cloth,   the offering to clean her up as best you can   –   if she will even accept  [  why accept the kindness of a killer  ??  ]   ❛   fuck sake,  come here.  you’re FINE,   keep telling yourself that.   ❜

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚          SHE COULDN’T DO IT. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t get used to the sight of blood and mangled bodies, even after all these years. It had all happened so fast and your guard had been lowered for a split second before your unlikely knight in shining chrome had come to your rescue, grabbing your attacker’s head and bringing it against the concrete, bones shattering and crimson soaking your petite body. It wasn’t that you weren’t grateful for Lukas being there, because you were. You just wished he were more understanding of the fact that you weren’t a killer like he was. ( But you had to remind yourself of the machinery that had chipped away at his humanity )  ❛  I know that! Thank you for stating the obvious! ❜ You hissed, anger beginning to rise in your voice. Just as you were about to let your tongue loose and give him a piece of your mind, you spot the rag he held being placed underneath the running sink. [ Jesus Christ, talk about a walking contradiction ] You opened your mouth to insist that you are fine, that you can clean up after yourself, but nothing comes out when he beat you to the punch, almost as if he could read your mind.  ❛ —...OKAY, okay. ❜ You let out a shaky sigh, letting your head fall down ever so slightly before taking a seat in front of him.

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Soft Action Prompts | Status: Open

[ WARM ] sender finds the receiver has fallen asleep somewhere and places a blanket or jacket over them. ( @caestillo​ )

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚          Cleo couldn’t believe it. She couldn’t believe it had only been two days since she had been sent to go after them, the people she now knew were DEFECTORS OF TANTALUS. She couldn’t believe they would keep such information hidden from her, let alone the fact that they put a fucking kill switch inside her body of all things. When the news was first broken to her, the blight manipulator looked at the empath as if he had grown another head from his neck. With the whole world crashing down on her, she couldn’t do anything, but snap at him and accuse him of being a liar. Everything she had come to know for the last six years was being mercilessly challenged, but having those she had grown to view as family — especially her now ex-girlfriend Maeve  — try to kill her absolutely broke her. 

After letting herself cry her heart out in the first bathroom stall she could find, Cleo’s first stop was passing out from exhaustion the moment her back met with the passenger’s seat, not having enough energy to give a damn about Emil and Magnolia possibly noticing her disheveled state. To say that she was beyond overwhelmed by the recent turn of events would be a big understatement, so all she could really do was take advantage of the long drive to take a LONG-AWAITED NAP. What she didn’t expect, however, is to feel a jacket being draped over her small figure, as if it were a makeshift blanket. ❛ —...W-what’s going on? ❜  

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bbannertm​: bruce banner

Bruce had been cradling his head, keeping himself small underneath the rubble that loomed over him. He shivered, his arms tucked tightly against his body and curled up. It took a few minutes to calm down the sickness he felt in his gut. His throat feeling raw and dry. Bruce couldn’t really piece together what had happened but he knew he was in alone. Once he quiet down the ill feeling, he lifted his head but to only see darkness. 

He rubbed at his eyes, brushing away some of the dirt and concrete on his head. Bruce’s shirt was shredded.. not surprised. 

His hand reached towards his temple, running his fingers over his ears and finding the remains of the ear piece. He pressed it on it- “.. c-can anyone– ” The ear piece immediately fell into two pieces. Bruce sighed and brushed it away. 

Bruce was completely encased in rubble. The large blocks of concrete still held above his head. There was no way he could stand up without causing some sort of shift. He didn’t want the remaining piles to fall on top of him so he remained sitting. Bruce groaned as he stretched out his legs carefully until his foot hit against something solid. That .. was a mistake. He let out a loud pained cried. His foot flared up in pain when he moved it. It was too dark to see the damage.. he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to see it. He felt so nauseous, his hand coming up to his mouth and screwed his eyes shut. 

He wasn’t sure how long he would have to wait before being found. Bruce didn’t want to transform again, possibly causing more damage above ground, he didn’t know the situation on top.  

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚          Cleo wasn’t sure of how long it had been since she had gone to sleep when she was rudely awoken by Sebastian scratching at her cheek. ❛ —...Ow! Sebastian, stop! What was that for?! ❜ She hissed at her rodent, slowly getting up from her makeshift bed, comprised of a large, worn out mattress and a single blanket. Before she could question him any further, he ran off further into the abandoned warehouse they have been staying at for the last few months. 

Not wanting to lose sight of Sebastian, she followed suit as the clung onto her father’s communicator, just in case someone thought about jumping at her in the MIDDLE OF THE DARKNESS. 

It was at that moment that she heard it  — a masculine voice attempting to ask for help, before a loud cry echoed across the walls, making her sprint forward to the source of the noises. Cleo didn’t know what to except on the way to her destination, but she sure as hell didn’t think she would find a mountain of rubble, of all things. Was the man trapped under all of it? If so, just HOW IN THE WORLD did he end up in this position? The remaining Cazo had many questions that needed answering, but this man needed help now, so she activated her communicator, hearing hordes of rats coming her way and towards the pile to work on getting rid of each and every piece of rubble.  

❛ Hey, hey. It’s okay. We’ve got you! ❜ She comforted him with a smile, the pieces being taken away revealing a middle-aged man, who was very much naked. With a hint of a blush, she looked away from him to face Sebastian and his friends.  ❛ Go fetch some clothes for him, guys. ❜

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humanetic​: felix falk

｡*ﾟ+｡.:*☆*   FELIX FALK S.C –   @mortedigna​​​​​​​​​​​​

*ﾟ+｡.:*☆*.｡       DO NOT MEAN ANY HARM   //   you truly don’t,  even if her apparently frightened form  ??   like you are raising gun to blast right ‘tween her widening eyes.   rough hands raise,  waving white flag of surrender  (  whatever she wants you to surrender for anyway  –   if it gives her comfort,  a worthwhile gesture  )  ,   coat slightly parting as you do so  //  the glint of detective badge illuminating ‘neath the overhanging lightbulb.  ❛  you’re scared,  right  ??   i get that you can’t trust me,  that’s okay  –  ❜  after all,  word through the grapevine declares this:   task force x have been placed ‘pon assassination hitlist.   the entire band of suicidal maniacs   (  the squad do a job,  just like you.  CAN’T BLAME THEM FOR THAT  –  )   now under the blanket of inevitable murder.   something that you have been ordered to cease,  to bring down the suspect if possible,  protect those that need it.   for cleo,  such service you are trying to offer  &  yet,  why does she stare as if YOU are the one with murder on the mind  ??   keep palms raising,  even if you feel the bite of fatigue between your shoulder blade.  ❛  like i said,  i’m a detective.   i’m trying to find the one that wants to hurt you   –   you haven’t come across anyone suspicious have you  ??  you haven’t been hurt  ??  ❜

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚          JUST WHAT TYPE OF TWISTED JOKE WAS THIS? This must be Waller’s doing, she was sure of it. Who else would be so sick in the head to pull something like this off? Surely, she must know that Colonel Flag’s murder didn’t go without any witnesses on sight, that you looked up and admired the man enough to let your guard down at the sight of him. However, like Waller’s past contract killer, there were signs that Detective Falk was no Colonel Flag, something that you managed to pick up on — this time, no scars decorated his angular face. Instead, a scruffy, grown out beard surrounded his nose and lips, with a hazel green gaze that softened up in a concern you couldn’t tell was genuine or insincere. ( Perhaps that was what made your jaw tighten, your eyes water with unreleased tears, and your fingers dig into your palms until they stung with crimson )  ❛  —...Stop. Just stop talking! I know what you’re trying to do. ❜ You finally snap, abruptly standing on your chair to slam your hands on the table. You didn’t care if your blood stained its metallic finish. YOU HAD FUCKING ENOUGH OF THIS.  ❛ Do you think I’m an idiot or something?! Is this funny to you, you sick bastard?! Because I’m not fucking laughing! ❜ You hadn’t even noticed that the tears finally began spilling out onto your flushed cheeks.  ❛ How many times do I have to tell you and Waller to leave me the hell alone until you get it through your thick skulls?! ❜

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humanetic​: lukas falk

｡*ﾟ+｡.:*☆*.｡    MACHINE ON A MISSION   //   that is why they hired you,  after all.   for emotionless form,   steel grip,   the rise  &  pull of silenced weaponry.   destination:  her.    men  &  women of varying decree have fallen by your hand,   see the soot  &  the crimson lining them even now  //   the marks of your sins that will never fade away.   those on your hit-list,  those that you have been ordered to kill  ??   they each have a prize over their heads,   all with their own crimes  &  disgusts that the world will not miss.   you won’t miss them,   enjoying the usual night spent shrouded in Death.  murder.   yet when innocence stands before you,  machine retreats.  feel the coil of man rising ‘pon the surface  &  daring to overwhelm.   how it heightens by her pleading words  (  not towards herself,  but towards rodent nestling besides  –  )   &  raising arms.   prayers offered in a language understood.   rare that this happens,  rare that you would allow a mark benefit of the doubt,   chance to explain themselves  –   but rarity does not mean NEVER.   &  as such ,  see the aim lower only slightly.   brows furrowing towards your own weakness:   ❛  what the fuck are you talking about,   the drive  ?? ❜   they do not provide a reason towards why they should die,  only that if you do  ??  handsome paycheck in your account the following morning  [  why would you question that  ??  ]   although,   that isn’t what peaks curiosity the most.  head tilting towards rat,   seemingly almost sentient,  that squeaks ‘pon the ground.   ❛  scratch that,   i don’t care.   the fuck are you doing protecting a rat  ??   vermin of the streets,   darling,  that’s what the idiots say.  ❜

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚          VERMIN OF THE STREETS — those are the words that ring against your eardrums, the ones you immediately take offense to. [ They weren’t directly at you; you knew that, but you couldn’t help it. ] Rats had become your family after your father succumbed to his burdens, the only friends that you’ve had over the years. Even when your innocence is unfairly stolen from you, even when the people you called your loved ones betrayed and abandoned you, even when the people who promised they wouldn’t leave you behind broke their promise. Joaquim, Maeve, Robert, Harley, even Nanaue of all people. ( You could count the people who have left you when you needed them the most with all the fingers in your hand ) To them, you were nothing, but a DIRTY STREET RAT who they would take all her love and trample over it like it was nothing, only to throw it away without a second thought.  ❛ W-what do you mean “what the fuck are you talking about?” The drive from Jotunheim, of course! ❜ Before you knew it, words started escaping your mouth like fishes from a net as anxiety laced your words.  ❛ Isn’t that why you’re here? Why else would Waller clone Colonel Flag’s bo—  ❜ You only stop for a brief moment when your once would-be killer cuts you off, noticing the way he lowered his gun ever so slightly.  ❛ Sebastian is my friend, not vermin! Don’t you see the S on his little coat? That’s besides the point! Stop playing dumb and changing the subject! If you’re not Colonel Flag, then who the hell are you? ❜

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humanetic: lukas falk

｡*ﾟ+｡.:*☆*  PLOTTED MAYHEM  –  @mortedigna

｡*ﾟ+｡.:*☆*.｡        ELIMINATE TASK FORCE X  //  the handler of your contract:  amanda waller.  poisonous tongue  &  steel exterior that can be appreciated,  after all  –  she will provide a handsome paycheck once marks have been extinguished   &  contract fulfilled.  something you plan to achieve within days.   luck be in the hands of the devil  (  or machine that holds onto double-barrelled revolver,  sight set right between her eyes  –  )   for one stands in front of you,   easy to find   [  full name: cleo cazo   //  will that read ‘pon her tombstone  ??  ]     the lining of alleyway that binds one street to another is now blocked by your cybernetic form,   lines of cobalt  &  chrome hidden ‘neath cloaking augmentation.   not that it matters,  any revelations that may have come lost towards the damned.   those that will lay in puddles of crimson before long.  weapon is sturdy within prosthetic grip,  jade hues turning gray  //  cold,   heartless,   everything that they made you to be.   with only one offering,  a kindness perhaps from machine to human that curves with husk,  coils around the foggy surrounds:      ❛  any last words, darling  ??❜

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚          YOU NAIVE CHILD, you should have known that the ice gray hues staring back into your soul didn’t belong to the man that still haunts your dreams. Colonel Rick Flag was no more and you are a fool for believing that he could possibly survive a tile-crafted knife to the heart. [ They say the devil is in the details and ignoring what was right in front of you had clearly proven to become your undoing. ] The imposter shared many features with him, but there were also glaring differences you would have otherwise noticed sober — he was much taller than you remembered Flag to be, sandy brown hair messily slicked backwards, jagged scars decorating both his face and neck, the southern drawl replaced with a distinct Nordic accent. ( It just had to be that you decided to go clubbing today of all days. Way to go, Cazo ) Running away had proven to be futile, as whoever this man was, he had proven to be much faster than you could ever dream to be and easily cornered you at an alley, like a hunter after its prey.  ❛ — ...S-she sent you, didn’t she? I don’t have drive, I swear! ❜ You hysterically sobbed out, noticing Sebastian on the ground besides her squealing out for mercy. ❛ Do whatever you want with me, but oh god, please don’t kill him. Not him. ❜ You squeeze your eyes shut and shield yourself with your arms, muttering apologies and prayers in your native language while you still could. 

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Daniela Melchior as Cleo Cazo “Ratcatcher 2″ The Suicide Squad (2021) dir. James Gunn

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i feel like a subway station and what i mean is, i am something liminal. what i mean is, everyone is always leaving. it is always getting dark and everything is always too loud. there is ruin where ruin shouldn’t live. there is the stench of bad decisions in the dirt. what i mean is, i am always halfway to a beautiful place. i have only see heaven from the postcards.

empty || s.o. (via nastyorchid)

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SOFT ACTION PROMPTS

[ REQUEST ] sender walks into receiver’s room hoping to crawl in bed with them. 

[ INVITE ] receiver walks into sender’s room hoping to crawl in bed with them. 

[ SETTLE ] receiver sits in sender’s lap and proceeds to play with their hair.

[ ALLOW ] sender sits in receiver’s lap and proceeds to play with their hair.

[ REST ] sender places their head in receiver’s lap. 

[ RELAX ] receiver places their head in sender’s lap. 

[ EXPLORE ] sender sits in receiver’s lap and wanders their fingers across their face. 

[ MAP ] receiver sits in sender’s lap and wanders their fingers across their face. 

[ SIT ] sender straddles receiver while in bed and runs their fingers along their body while they talk. 

[ LAY ] receiver straddles sender while in bed and runs their fingers along their body while they talks. 

[ PERCH ] receiver sits on the counter while sender cooks. 

[ WATCH ] sender sits on the counter while receiver cooks. 

[ CARE ] receiver finds the sender has fallen asleep somewhere and places a blanket or jacket over them. 

[ WARM ] sender finds the receiver has fallen asleep somewhere and places a blanket or jacket over them. 

[ ESCORT ] receiver notices the sender is starting to get sleepy so they pick them up to carry them to bed. 

[ CARRIED ] sender notices receiver is starting to get sleepy so they pick them up to carry them to bed. 

[ COMFORT ] receiver sits sideways,  cradled in sender’s lap. 

[ HELD ] sender sits sideways,  cradled in receiver’s lap. 

[ MORNING ] receiver wakes before sender and lays on top of them. 

[ RISE ] sender wakes before receiver and lays on top of them. 

[ JOIN ] receiver is laying on the floor/ground for some reason and sender simply joins them. 

[ SHARED ] sender is laying on the floor/ground for some reason and sender simply joins them. 

[ SPLASH ] receiver purposefully runs out into the rain without an umbrella to enjoy the storm while sender watches. 

[ OBSERVE ] sender purposefully runs out into the rain without an umbrella to enjoy the storm while receiver watches. 

[ APPROACH ] receiver wakes to find sender is already out of bed so they come find them and sleepily embrace them,  refusing to let go.

[ RESOLUTE ] sender wakes to find receiver is already out of bed so they come find them and sleepily embrace them,  refusing to let go. 

[ ROMANCE ] our muses kiss in the rain. 

[ WALTZ ] our muses dance together in their living room. 

[ WISH ] our muses stargaze. 

[ SUMMER ] our muses relax on a beach. 

[ WINTER ] our muses cuddle while watching a snow storm. 

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I WISH I could GIVE that to YOU

Indie, selective and private Cleotilde "Cleo" Cazo / Ratcatcher 2 from the DCEU's The Suicide Squad, penned by Zoe and est. Sep 2021. Both mun and muse are 21+