#bloodiedpearls

[murder-popsicle]

@bloodiedpearls​​

Bucky had been in Gotham for almost two weeks, after spending nearly a year tracking down HYDRA agents across the globe. She’d dealt with the high profile targets in Gotham months ago, when she had been free of HYDRA’s control for only a few weeks, but as she’d traveled to other cities and collected more information, she’d learned the identities of more agents whom she’d missed the first time around. Now she was back to mop up those people who were left.

It might seem counterintuitive, given the number of potential witness in a crowd, but Bucky had always found it easier to go unnoticed in the city. She’d grown her hair out since escaping from D.C., and she wore it loose under her hat so that it fell forward and helped hide her face. Really, her biggest problem was the temperature; it was May now, and the weather was warming up. But despite the heat Bucky had to keep her jacket and her gloves on, to hide her prosthesis. There was no way she could blend into a crowd with that on display.

With her head tipped downward and her hands in her pockets, she ambled through the streets. They were dark, but hardly empty; Gotham had a vibrant nightlife, and there were often clusters of people on the sidewalks in front of the restaurants and bars. To them, Bucky was just another passerby, an anonymous shape not worth paying any notice to.

That was exactly what she wanted.

After a few blocks, she turned left and then left again, heading into the shadows between two office buildings. Both were dark – no one was working late today – but that suited Bucky’s purposes just fine. It meant that there was no one there to see her as she scaled the side of one, climbing up until she could swing herself onto the fire escape.

She continued her way upwards, stopping on the seventh floor. From here, with the help of her scope, she could see across the street and straight through the windows of Kelly Phillips’ apartment.

If the records Bucky had found in the base under that warehouse in Boston were correct, Kelly Phillips was the financial manager of Gotham’s biggest HYDRA cell. And Bucky had every intention of killing her eventually, but first she wanted to collect as much information as she could. She’d need to search the apartment, and for that, she needed to know Phillips’ habits and routines.

Did she live alone, or did she have roommates? Did she perhaps have a family? Did she have any pets? What time did she leave for work? What time did she get home from work? What time did she go to bed? How often did she go out? Was her apartment alarmed? Staking the apartment out would answer some of those questions.

The Winter Soldier had been a professional. And Bucky might not be the Winter Soldier anymore, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t going to use the skills that she’d spent seventy years honing.

[batclaws]

"i don’t lock my door. never have."

Chaotic Murder Podcast Prompts >> Open

It's an odd thing to say, even as Bruce Wayne. The billionaire, the businessman, the last of an old Gotham family with his name on every other newspaper. It becomes ludicrous, wrapping back around through surreal, considering the sprawling lair of vigilante justice and illegal technology hidden in the caverns below the Manor. Damian's seen his father at some of his worst and most paranoid moments, knows how many contingencies he places in security, but takes a moment to roll that loaded statement through his head.

Things have been... tense, since he moved out of the Manor. Even as a family, they do not always see eye to eye, and Damian's choices as an independant vigilante are no longer under Batman's control; it may be straining their trust, he knows, but he needed to take the next step of his life, and decide for himself what to become. What to build of his life, with all the teachings given. It’s something they have rehashed far too many times to bear bringing back up in conversation now, and Bruce hasn’t, but...

Simple words. I don't lock my door. A small, polite smile hovers at the corner Damian’s mouth while his eyes search Bruce's face. They're in a public cafe, after all; the billionaire and his son, who reporters are always watching. Damian keeps the conversation light.

"That's less of a sensational risk when you live on gated property," returned with a hint of amusement, reaching for his cup of tea. Lets the words run through his mind again, and dares to hope they might mean something... deeper. Something a bit more like you can always come home.

When he puts the cup down, he makes sure to look back up at his father, golden eyes to darker. "...thank you."

[ridingred]

#[ petition for bruce to let damian keep as many cats as he wants ]

No 8I

"Aww, c'mon B, don't you want him to be happy? Happiness is letting him turn the manor into a cat shelter."

[sanguisirae]

💖 + bruce kisses the ring bc??? alien culture? ( @bloodiedpearls )

it’s startling to say the least — after all, earth customs were strange and incredibly difficult to really have a grasp of, but at least he’d learned from his brief encounters that what he and kilowag had assumed ‘shaking hands’ meant was embarrassingly wrong. this was also some earth custom, wasn’t it? 

hal did this, this hand kissing, when they first went to bertrassus. and he’d told iolande her name sounded like a waterfall. but this was not simply a strange earth greeting. this earthling seemed quite interested in the red band — so he pulls back, body tense —

❛ what are you doing?! ❜

it comes out harsh; here is a startled predator ( he is fangs and claws and rage! / he plays nice because he trusts hal jordan and hal trusts this earthling — or something like that ) wanting nothing more than to lash out — but he chooses instead to try to breathe. to try not to cause such a scene, even with the red energy boiling in his blood.

[tnott]

👍 Your portrayal of Theo is obviously amazing. You put so much work into Theo. You took her and then fleshed her out into something so elaborate and it's very obvious that you adore her and enjoy writing her. Sometimes I mention something on Discord and you go 'hold up I have a hc about this' and then you pull up a post you made I'm just so impressed everytime.

@candere || send 👍 if you like my character portrayal || always accepting

Lea, I know we haven’t been writing together very long, but I’m really enjoying all of our threads! The dynamic we’re working out between Theo and Hermione is honestly delightful, and I love your Remus and his internal monologue. I can be kind of picky about multimuses, and I was initially a bit hesitant to follow you, but I’m really, really glad I did! You’re a very talented writer, your headcanon posts in particular are always impressive, and you’re also a lot of fun to talk to. Never leave me! ♥

[oftomorrow]

@bloodiedpearls​ ( plotted )

Clark didn’t like having to ask for help. And he certainly didn’t like having to ask for Batman’s help. There was just so much about the man he didn’t know, and so much he didn’t trust. But his gut said that at the end of the day, they were on the same side. And if anyone could help him get Lois back...

Batman had given him a commlink in case of emergency. This seemed to qualify. He pressed the button and waited til it seemed to be on, then spoke. “Batman? This is Superman. I... need your help. Something’s happened and I can’t solve it by myself. If you get this, meet me on the roof of Wayne Tower as soon as you can.” The tower wasn’t chosen for any particular reason -- it was just one of the few landmarks he knew in Gotham.

Once that was sent, he floated over to the top of the tower and waited, listening to the noise of the city.

[undeadunalive]

‘ how often do you have to feed? ’

𝑹𝑷 𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑬 :   creature specific  -   vampire.

“It depends, mostly. On what I’m doing or... who I may be around.” The Ekon began to explain, certainly not used to admitting such things aloud, to a human even less so. “As a doctor it is... necessary to have control over my thirst. Working so closely with the sick and wounded, I’m sure you can well imagine how much blood is involved, and just how tempting it would be to someone of my... constitution.” Even though he was talking about himself, he still found it painful to utter, ashamed of what he needed to do in order to survive, though thankful he bore a particularly stubborn soul that granted him a little more resistance to the ever present temptation.

“While my diet relies primarily on the likes of rats from the streets, it is essential that every few years or so that I consume human blood. Or in my case, inject human blood into my system. Animal blood can... dampen my thirst, to a certain degree, and does sustain me in more immediate situations, though it pales little in comparison to the blood of a human.” His throat visibly tightened at the mere thought of it, that bitter burn that scraped eternally at the back of his throat. “From time to time, I will gather small amounts of blood from my patients. Certainly not enough to cause them harm, I might add... and from them, I will either use various methods of blood transfusion techniques, or in more urgent cases, I will use it as part of a blood serum I have created. Allowing me to inject the human blood directly into my blood stream. Though I... must admit that I’m still searching for a way to circumvent the need for human blood entirely.”

@bloodiedpearls

[buglesgirlfriday]

"I hope that what I've said hasn't hurt you too much."

@bloodiedpearls​:   💬

[starkindustrics]

a little thing for @bloodiedpearls !!

“y’know, i hate to be the one to point this out to ya but--” no, that’s a blatant lie. crossing boundaries for the sake of provocation? that’s second nature. respecting propriety, now that would be incredibly unbecoming of america’s foremost poster child for gauche excess. 

wiping away sweat bullets from where they peek out of every pore before gathering down in steady rivulets, tony turns to narrow his gaze across the other end of the steam room. grey miasma all around, but there’s just enough light to make out the hunched stature of yet another eminent contender who featured heavily on GQ’s bachelor of the year list. 

you’re not quite as subtle as you like to make yourself out to be, mr wayne. 

“but the fellow with the ears? caped crusader? he’s mopping the floor with your GCPD thugs.”

[fatummortem]

@bloodiedpearls​ gives me love & sent: “I’m just surprised, is all.” (for Daken)

       Lounging back against the wall with a glass of wine in hand, twirling it lazily Daken looks over at the millionaire curiously. Lightly making a humming noise in the back of his throat before he takes a slow sip of his wine. ❝ How exactly are you surprised? ❞ There could be so many different ways to that statement & his empathy wasn’t picking up anything that was helpful with that practicular statement.

[dapperfvck-arc]

@bloodiedpearls​ said: ❝ When it comes to work, I’m a bit of a control freak…but who isn’t? ❞

     “S’ppose it depends on how y’excert that control,” John after chewing and swallowing a piece of very fine steak. It was lovely, well seasoned, but heavier than his usual fare. He’d definitely be taking a large portion of it away.

[cfthedemcn]

"I didn't realise you were interested in more children." Once upon a time she'd thought about more children with Bruce. It had killed her to tell him what had happened but at the time she knew it had to be done. Now, though, Talia wouldn't have to go through it alone and it would be another wanted child. "I thought your bats were all the children you'd wanted."

@bloodiedpearls​ cont’d

[ridingred]

@bloodiedpearls​ liked for a starter

“I thought you said this was urgent.” Bruce looks distinctly not concerned enough for this actually to have been urgent enough to warrant Jason being awake at 9am. Usually, when someone in their circles said urgent, it meant the end of the world, someone had died, or at least lost a limb. And yet, Bruce looks strangely, annoyingly calm. 

[elerondo]

plotted starter for @bloodiedpearls

     THE NAZIS NEVER REST. It was one mission after another with a familiar theme ; the war never ended for people like Elrond. The spirit of fire ever at work to bring light to the darkest of places, called upon hither and thither to accomplish the quests that Man could not, to vanquish the evil that others refused to touch. The Justice League might as well be called the Diplomatic League. IF EVEN HEROES COULD NOT BE BRAVE, THEN WHO ELSE WILL SAVE?!

     When the task came to him from the United Nations, it began a long quest. Months he worked as an assistant beside Helga Jace, gaining her trust and her secrets. Stopping Baron Bedlam was his ultimate goal, along with destroying the mercenary army that has stationed itself within Markovia. The power struggle would involve too much collateral and innocent lives, needless and cruel it would be to fight an open battle without foreknowledge.

     Elrond’s stint should come to an end soon. He has gathered much knowledge from interacting with Helga and his own hidden experiments whenever the mortal needed to sleep. She was a victim, too. Maybe. But when the lives of whole kingdoms were at stake, Elrond found that he could not care about such minute details. People without clear sides are detriment to the good of the world, be they of their own will or not. Since she was willing to give Baron powers, she was an accomplice. A rebel who needs to be disposed of. He will exact his justice on her and on Baron, the very minute he got what he came for. It has been too long since Elrond was here. He misses New York, he misses all that was good and kind in the world. Perhaps he should go off the grid after this grueling and dirty mission, take a holiday as the humans would say.

[frvckles]

@bloodiedpearls​!! CONT from here!!

‘ you DON’T? ’

the thief arches an eyebrow, confusion clearly plastered across freckle-dusted features, though a smirk RAPIDLY begins to pull at the corner of his lips. a gloved hand reaches out, gently TRACING the symbol on the vigilante’s chest with his fingertips. despite touching the bat, the thief maintains a safe distance from the looming figure, ready to run should he decide to end their UNSTEADY TRUCE.

‘ you might want to tell that to your costume. ’

[commissionersdaughter]

@bloodiedpearls​. 

          “A plus one?? Don’t you have more...elegant ladies to court for that??”