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my cat passed away after a really longstanding fight with multiple issues, he was a fighter, a real survivor, im forever proud of him, but i will always miss him, it will never hurt less with time… idk how to describe it, but yeah, jsyk where i’ve been at with life n why im not anywhere for a while

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my cat passed away after a really longstanding fight with multiple issues, he was a fighter, a real survivor, im forever proud of him, but i will always miss him, it will never hurt less with time… idk how to describe it, but yeah, jsyk where i’ve been at with life n why im not anywhere for a while

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my attempts at being here n writing are failing

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my attempts at being here n writing are failing

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𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲  𝐧𝐨  𝐨𝐧𝐞  𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝  𝐲𝐚 , ​ ᴴᵃʳᵛ ᵗᵒˡᵈ  ᵐᵉ  ʷʰᵃᵗ ?  𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃  !

◖ 𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚅𝙴𝚈 𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃 / " 𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 " ◗  of  𝙱𝙰𝚃𝙼𝙰𝙽/𝙳𝙲 𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙲𝚂 bisected by 𝚂𝙰𝚅𝙱𝙴𝙰𝚁 formerly @/facesplit / 2022 / revamped 03/27/2024 .

indie /  sel  / 21 +  / headcanon - based with inspiration from multi-verse  [ predominantly comics situated in main verse . other verses include  animated universe / batman the animated series / arkham games / telltale /  caped crusader / cinematography ] mutuals  only /  crossover  friendly  +  oc  friendly !

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐃 . 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 .

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Had the situation been less urgent, she would have bursted into laughter at her own inconvenient choice of words, her face would have been buried wherever she could, painted bright red. Luckily -if it is appropriate to call it that at the current disadvantage she is in- she does not give it a mind, dismissing it to focus on more pressing issues.

Their next words lack humor, good, and they ring true. ❝ No! ❞ In return, she is honest, maybe blunt to some. ❝ You wouldn’t, but you know where it is, or at least how to get to it! ❞ She won’t be giving up that easily; the fate of a lot depends on this damn matter, but there is not much to do to prove their mistrust of her wrong; they have a point. ❝ I don’t need them to get you, yet here I am, talking. ❞ Not fighting, not trying to snatch and steal. The same can’t be said for the men barging in, weaponized and ready to attack the both of them indiscriminately. ❝ There we go. ❞ She would have preferred a better approach that did not include fighting, but she won’t back down now. She doesn’t waste time posturing into a defense mode, no, her defense is attacking, taking down one after the other, her attention still undivided on her main target.

𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐉𝐢𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 burst into a loud  &  boisterous fit of laughter upon the lady’s commentary.   he cannot decide if she meant to play around with the word matter again,   or maybe it was just a coincidence.   regardless,   the expression ‘laughing matter’ prompts an involuntary hiss to escape him before he masks his laughter behind a quiet cough.

❝    then stop being funny.    ❞         Jim says before giving the woman an intense look.   the agent is often a   NATURAL   when it comes to reading others.   usually,   he should have formed a gut feeling about her intentions  &  alignment,   but being undecided causes Kirk a great deal of discomfort.   his situation is shady.   he may not have their object of discussion,   but he has more leads than anyone on the planet.   he chases more leads,    &  then others chase him as a lead                          it’s a vicious cycle he wishes he could get out of.          

❝    do you think i’d be here if i had it    ?  why would i sit inside a bar full of people who want to kill me    ?  besides,   how am i supposed to know you’re not with them    ?  maybe you’re their ‘subtle approach’ in case their original plan fails.   you come here,   earn my trust,   and help me ‘escape’.   then,   you have me bagged in the back of a white van before i know it.    ❞

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Being in the dark when it comes to the truth about their abilities, who they are- what they are, he can’t find their heroism as anything but stupidity, their stubbornness as anything but a death wish being granted by self. His job is to rescue them, resuscitate if must, but beyond that is in the hands of its professionals.

He ignores their constant nagging at him to simply leave behind a civilian in a building engulfed by flames, as a firefighter. It would have gotten under his nerves had he not been good at his job and trained not to let such emotions surface and get in the way of sound judgement. He might have inherited his some of father’s temper, but he definitely did get the calm and soundness from his mother, may she rest in peace.

It is almost suspicious the way they push him away with their stubborn declarations of wellbeing despite the apparent burns on their body, the whole trapping situation, but he will let this concern swim at the back of his mind for now; save their life.

Then they break that window. For fuck’s sake now!

His pace quickens towards them, careful not to cause any more vibration strong enough to make the crumbling surroundings fall onto them. His brain is already calculating: the broken glass is sharp-edged, should they accidentally cut or stab as they jump over, it could cause injuries from minor to major, their femoral artery for example, and they would bleed in minutes if lucky. The way down is approximately three feet, enough to cause fractures, blunt traumas, or maybe fatal ones should they land inappropriately or onto an object that would be fatal to land on. Nah, he’s not going to leave it to chances, and besides, their lungs must be burning just as their body. It is a miracle they are still conscious and alive to begin with. ❝ Quit it! ❞ It is reproaching more than demanding, his hand reaches for their wrist, dragging them forcefully before shifting their weight onto his arms, his own mask shifted to their face to save whatever is left of their respiratory system. No, there is no chance for arguing, no time to begin with. It is a mix of instinct and experience from here on, choosing the right paths, ducking when necessary, the path feels long, almost endless even when in reality it is the shortest and safest they can afford.

Not safe enough; a roar of the flames lets debris fall over them. Hadn’t it been for his quick wit, they would have been both buried, yet he doesn’t emerge unscratched: a rod has managed to puncture and penetrate into his abdomen. His brain makes a quick assessment: not fatal, not severe enough to render him motionless, not too deep. Good. It does bleed though, a fact he has to ignore just a little more.

A little more!

There it is! The light hits their faces, a brand new chance at LIFE as they emerge out of HELL. The paramedics and colleagues rush to the aid, he is alert enough to report. ❝ Male, conscious and alert, suffered multiple second degree burns and inhalation injuries. ❞ He dismisses the attention offered for his own injury; there is anger seeping through gritted teeth, but he keeps it to himself; their act there could have caused not only their life but that of another civilian, irrational stubbornness could be fatal. ❝ Possible confusion. ❞ He adds, gaze fixed at the latest victim of fires as his colleagues take care of them. A cough escapes his lungs, yeah, he will need to submit to the paramedic insisting on attending to him, and he does, the oxygen mask placed onto his face.

This wasn't smart of him at all. Yeah, he saved some girl, but at what cost? Now he's stuck in a hot and hard place. He knows the firefighter can still see him. He doens't need to turn his head to be sure. It's what they do. Heroes just doing their jobs. And Isaac's not that.

He was still looking around, in a panick. His arms and a part of his leg still sizzling from burn marks yet to heal. It's too hot. He's too panicked. It's hard to heal when your head isn't screwed on straight and you're still trying to look for the nearest exit. His jaw clenched and then the building shook with a tremor from underneath. Fuck, they needed to get out of here. He needed to get out of here. This tool needed to go check on the others that might get pulled under. His lungs were beginning to ache.

" Look man, I'm fine. " But he couldn't help the growl in his words. His body struggling with the trap ; wanting to break through his skin and jump out of here. But it wasn't safe, either way. He doesn't trust he won't eat his way out of here if he let it. " You should go back. " Probably not a good idea to safe to a fire fighter ; he might think he's suicidal or something. No, he just needed an excuse for a little privacy.

Claws dig into the wall as anchors, trying to walk around the small two man shaped wall that had fallen from the earlier trembling of the house. Hovering near the window he accidentally touches with a hiss. Clutching his reddened palm and willing it to heal quickly. "Fuck man. I promise I'm fine. Go save someone else! " He begged, shaking his head hoping that would make the feel of the sting less before he grabbed his bag and broke the window with it. Looking out and barely seeing anything as the smoke got out ahead of him. Two or three feet? He can probably make it. His knee would heal. Probably.

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As expected: it is not theirs, and the fact that it could belong to their right hand man is somewhat assuring, but is a piece of information that needs to be confirmed by them as they call the other party.

He does not disobey, even though it is more of a work-together than a work-for situation, yet he does not simply toss the animal out. Instead, two knuckles pet under its chin before placing it on the floor right in front of the door, sliding it open for it to take the hint and leave. It does persist a little, but with a nudge, he gets it to move out, closing the door behind before he returns. He stands there, waiting with them for the other to answer.

Thud has head turning in alert.

" The fuck? " And he stands in case he needs to make a quick exit again. Thought that'd really send him over the edge if that were the case. Luckily Jeremiah takes initiative to check where the noise was coming from.

But the last thing Roman expected was for him to come back with some animal in his arms. Face is quick to scrunch in disgust. " Ew! Where the fuck'd that thing come from? "

Brow furrows when he thinks about where it could have come from. " Could be Zsasz's. " But he doesn't really care. " Toss it out. I'll call him. "

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There is a small tug of his lips that almost ruins the feigned serious mask he has wore throughout the whole encounter, he is soft for them. His gaze doesn’t part the book in hand as they talk, apologetic- at least part of them is. Good; he has seen what their tantrums and fights among themselves can do to them. A sigh before he finally closes the book before placing it neatly on the coffee table. He has accepted it.

Then their other voice speaks, growls. A beautiful tune to his ears despite the world around disagreeing with him. Their words only widen the smile on his features; predictable, in a way that’s akin to a nostalgic. A nod is the first confirmatory answer. He gets onto his feet, casual in the way he reaches for the liquor, pouring himself some, gesturing with an empty glass at them to offer to fill it. ❝ Yes. ❞ Of course he is glad they have stopped thanks to his threatening presence after the traumatic event he has inflicted on them, too painful to forget. In his defense, though he doesn’t believe he needs one to begin with, it was the most result-promising tactic. ❝ Maybe next time you’d think twice beforehand? ❞ A sip of his drink is taken, hand reaching for their upper arm, squeezing slightly before giving a couple of pats. The little bastard has definitely enjoyed it.

How  humorous  still  to  see  not  only  a  giant  janus  flinch  at  the  prospect  of  getting  kicked  "  where  it  counts"  but  to  ,  no  soon  after  ,  crane  their  head  a  little  .  The  voice  silenced  by  the  question  however  intended  .  Calculating  the  damage  of  the  slip-up  .  𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  tended  to  bout  out  such  things  during  heightened  tension  or  stress  ,  often  even  general  vulgarity  .  Yet  there  is  still  that  part  of  them  that  knew  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝚆𝙰𝚂  𝙰  𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿  and  Harvey's  open  nerves  on  the  idea  of  the  rot  from  himself  ,  seeping  out  of  him  into  a  growl  that  was  not  entirely  him...  well  he  would  see  it  that  ;  it's  ruined  a  lot  of  chances  for  them  .

❝    𝙸'𝙼 -  ❞     𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  had  dropped  𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚅𝙴𝚈 in  it  to  pick  up  the  slack  as  usual  .  ❝       𝚆𝙴'𝚁𝙴  𝚂𝙾𝚁𝚁𝚈  𝚆𝙴  𝙳𝙸𝙳𝙽'𝚃  𝙼𝙴𝙰𝙽  𝙸𝚃 .  ❞   

It  was  no  big  deal  and  when  the  moment  has  passed  and  eyes  scrutinize  the  ones  of  their  partners  they  drop  it  entirely  ,  𝐓𝐖𝐎-𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  veering  his  figurative  head  as  Harvey's  apologetic  one  shifts  .  ❝    𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓  𝐁𝐄  𝐒𝐎  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  ,  𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐕 . Gotta  call  'em  how  ya  see  'em  sometimes  'specially  when  they're  guilty  enough  of  kickin'  us  in  the  testacles  .  We  stopped  ,  happy  now  ? 𝐆𝐎𝐓  𝐘𝐄𝐑  𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄  𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖  𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍'  𝐔𝐒  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐓'𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊  𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐄 ? !  ❞   

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There is something entertaining about letting one think they have succeeded at a mischievous act, watching them celebrate an imaginary success, but you can’t trick the trickster, can you? A small smile is still on his features, subtle and natural.

Then they mention a woman with an odd description to say the least; the hell is that? Are they referring to the general appearance? Excess hair? Hairstyle? Colors? His head doesn’t give it much thought beyond that, the smile on his face widening slightly, a brow raising in question. ❝ A bird? ❞ Regardless, he gets a look at the skies, at the sun and where it is positioned before checking the shadows around: he doesn’t need a watch to have an accurate estimate of time, he has lived without technology more than he has lived with it. ❝ We’ll see about that. ❞ He won’t be turning down a chance at lying with a beautiful woman if they live up to his desires. He lets them lead the way, casually walking behind, the sight of the club draws in the vicinity.

Charlie worries just a notch when the wallet is retracted, thinking they had been fathomed out. But, once it's handed to them, any such suspicion leaves them entirely and they chuckle a little, not picking up on the other's point at all. As far as the janitor's currently concerned, they've gotten away with their little act of trickery - hell, they're even a little proud of themself and reveling in the presumed genius of their scheme.

"Yeah, you get it!" they tell him, liking the response but perhaps a notch confused by the wink - Charlie doesn't get it when people do that, especially outside of the context of outright flirtation. "Come along, then." they say, walking to the bar. "I don't think Dennis and Mac are gonna be there right now but Dee might be." They turn to the other as they speak and look up at him. "Dude. If you see a woman that looks like a bird, just ignore her, okay? She's probably gonna want you to bang her or something and it's way too early in the morning for that!" It's well into the afternoon, actually, but Charlie's current perception of time is not exactly the firmest in all the land considering he's hopped up on a new whiff of paint.

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i have— emrys on my mind to today! who wants him to bother ? let it be a starter or a visit to ur inbox ~

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waves at dash

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i came back from hiatus just for this! i have no words but im clinging and never letting go bcuz my dream has finally come true!!!

@d1rtgrubz : cHARLIE IS LIFTING YOU RN IDK MAN HE BROKE PAST THE 4TH WALL TO DO IT JSUT FOR YOU

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It is only natural for someone who has lived as long as he did to carry such a sentiment towards a youngling that thinks are already past being called as such. A sigh; he has to play the part anyway, so they are right. ❝ Yeah, yeah. The most alarming stage of their upbringing. ❞ He throws humorously, waving a little as if to dismiss their words. ❝ A mango flavor wrapped in a rainbow roll-up? ❞ His first teen-appropriate suggestion, or so he thinks. ❝ Or a baskin robbin’s banana-split? ❞ These don’t sound too bad even for their age— right?

₊🐜❜ ( @stainedpast said  〉

“ can i get her ice cream? ” -emrys (he’s respectful of the fatherhood like that)

"She's-" an amorous little chuckle escapes him at the sentiment, demeanor softening in appreciation in spite of the complete miss.

"She's one of those teens, you know, she might think you're babying her." he warns Emrys, shrugging thereafter to tack on, however, that: "you sure can try, though. Cassie appreciates a good scoop or two."

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do u ever get so angry u feel like ur gonna explode??

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𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐷𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑅 𝐼𝑆, 𝐼'𝑀 𝐷𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑅𝑂𝑈𝑆 🗡

𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑢𝑑𝑦 𝑖𝑛: murder, daddy issues, witty one liners, causing chaos and trouble wherever you go, and being annoying ( featuring guest muses because who has time for a multi? not me)

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Monster Movie Headcanon Questions

Feel free to change pronouns as necessary, and remember to specify muse for multimuse blogs.

CW: General horror themes

[ Demon ] - Is your muse religious? Why or why not?

[ Frankenstein's Monster ] - In what ways does your muse feel like they are misunderstood?

[ Jersey Devil ] - Does your muse have any siblings?

[ Siren ] - Can your muse sing? Do they like music?

[ Dragon ] - What does your muse collect?

[ Human Growth Hormones In An Animal ] - Is there something that your muse is good at that seems off for them?

[ Mothman ] - In what way does your muse disappoint others with their presentation?

[ Biblically Accurate Angel ] - Does your muse have any dogmatic habits?

[ Zombie ] - What is your muse like in the morning? Are they a morning person? Do they prefer to sleep in? Do they need coffee or are they fresh as a daisy right out of the gate?

[ Black Shuck ] - Is your muse protective of their things? What about others that they care about? Those that they don't care about/know?

[ Werewolf ] - Does your muse have a schedule they adhere to? What is it?

[ Snallygaster ] - Is your muse aggressive when questioned or do they accept when they are told they are wrong?

[ Vampire ] - How does your muse sleep? Are they a night owl or a daytime person? What position do they sleep in?

[ Witch ] - What is your muse's element? Do they have one of the big four (earth, wind, fire, water) or an outlier?

[ Familiar ] - Who would your muse pledge themselves to with no question?