#brokenbladesandfaces

[clawsextended]

@brokenbladesandfaces asked: "Hey, this is going to hurt, okay?"

“what the fuck else is new?”

it’s a sharp comment, one that’s accompanied by sharper eyes, flint-dark, catching with the other’s like a dare. it isn’t. there’s a knife jabbed in arm, deeper than she’d like, the blade’s hilt sticking out patiently as if daring, too. selina hates it. it’s looking at her, she thinks.

she looks away. and she remembers to imagine, imagine a stream, and how it can be peaceful. how it makes sound, babbles, the way water flows and caresses around her shins, herself standing in it. pebbles and silt beneath her toes, walking, wading into the quiet. somewhere in her brain it’s playing, playing.

“pain doesn’t bother me.”

[question-marked]

[ ▲, ▼, 웃 ]

Ask the mun!

▲ :  What sort of information do you like to see on someone’s role play page that helps you determine whether or not you would want to write with them?

Rules obviously, backstory about their character (OC or canon character, doesn't matter). Luckily people are chill about this, but also acknowledgement that some people have RP blogs as sideblogs

▼ : Are there popular head canons for your character that you disagree with? Why?

It's complicated because with Eddie I joined two years ago so due to that there's still things that I have no idea that are fanon or canon in the comics. I know that with Eddie and every comic character there are different versions of each, which is something I'm trying to reinforce in my mind.

One popular head canon I disagree with is that I feel that Eddie would not just use riddles, but would challenge your lateral thinking. Basically being able to think outside of the box in situations, since I don't want him to just speak in riddles. I feel that with that, it's way more of an intelligence tester than some obscure riddle from old literature or something like that. Plus in his detective verse, that doesn't only help the vigilantes he was fighting against as Riddler but it also helps him as well.

There's probably other popular headcanons I don't agree with, but most of the time I'm trying to make my own somewhat unique spin on the Riddler. (also mixing stuff I have seen in Batman video games and media that I like, such as BTAS for example)

웃 : An existing character you’ve played in the past that you miss?

I would say one of the OCs I had an RP blog for in the past (2017-2018), now it's inactive due to the fandom he was in being dead (it was for a dating simulator, specifically a dating sim where you're a dad and you date other dads in your neighborhood). It was really fun, those were good times and I'm glad I was able to experience it.

[brokentoys]

the tortured poets // accepting // @brokenbladesandfaces sent . . . "i should've known it was a matter of time."

His hand was stained red from the bullet that's lodged into his side — it burned stronger than a cigarette pressed against the skin. He hadn't a clue if it had struck his kidney or not, ( oh, he prayed it hadn't. )

Eddie came to her because he knew the regular doctors at the ER would've called the police, && he refused to go back to ARKHAM ASYLUM.

❝ What ? ❞ He asked through gritted teeth, wincing from the pain. ❝ That THE RIDDLER would grace your presence, in need of your help ? ❞

[eldritchsign]

Send a number from 1-20 for a gossip based starter // Still Accepting @brokenbladesandfaces said: 13!

While he may be as far from a practicing Catholic as one could get, Anthony Giallo was still a Catholic. He carries neither a crucifix, nor a rosary, but the weight of superstition still bears heavily upon his shoulders. A small, but still apparent pang of fright makes the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

"It's uh, just some dumb local legend we got. Just somethin' parents tell their kids to keep 'em from going out at night. Ya know, 'Be home by dark or ol' Jack Patience will get ya'. God knows my grandma loved to say it."

Tony continues speaking as he reaches into his breast pocket, fishing out a pack of cigarettes and a corresponding lighter.

"The story's apparently true, too. Well, most of it is, anyway. Vampires ain't real but, you know how folks used to be." Still are, in some places. "Farmers would find their cows and pigs and shit all drained a' blood, and they blamed it on ol' Jack. Called him a vampire. Then when some kid went missing, they blamed it on him 'cause his clothes were all bloody. Burned him alive for it, then buried him in iron some place way away from town."

[sifonie]

@brokenbladesandfaces cont. from here !

A dramatic sigh leaves the singer's lips, eyes rolling out of annoyance. They wave their hand dismissively and shake their head.

"Have you no aspirations? No dreams? You're just content to be here in this shithole? All of its flaws are so dreadfully pervasive and yet you've condemned yourself to just putting up with it all." Sibyl scowls, disgusted with the surgeon's mindset. God, how pathetic... It seemed like everyone in this city wanted to stay put and just complain day in and day out about the problems, but they would never change. That was Gotham, ever awful, ever shrouded with darkness.

Sibyl, however, was a star. And a star needed to spread its light. Gotham, then, was a black hole that hid their shine from the rest of the world. Gloved hands ball into fists. How dare their talents be perpetually hidden! They scoff, gaze boring holes into Miriel's forehead.

"How unbelievably boring of you, to allow this city to eat you alive," they mutter evenly, finally getting up from their reclined position to wildly whip towards their company for the evening. Their eyes were alight with a crazed hunger, much like a shark's. "You're letting the life get sucked out of you by staying here. But me--don't you ever crave more? You don't think there's more out there, something better than this place? There's cruelty everywhere, but I can tell you that it wouldn't amount to what I've experienced here." They slowly approach, raving mad, with a finger pointing right at the woman's chest.

"It's this fucking mindset that--that you people have that's been keeping me here. Nobody ever dares to think there's better, never dares to take a leap of fucking faith and get the fuck out of here. You all don't think I can achieve anything, nobody trusts me and my talents and skills." Sibyl wavers, chin puckering and hand shaking as they sniffle, overcome by their emotions. Their face has flushed out of passion, eyes turning a similar pink accented by hot tears that threaten to fall. A watery, shaky smile grows across their face despite their sadness.

"But just you watch. I'll leave one day, I will! And everyone who's ever doubted me will regret it because I'll never come back to this god forsaken place again. You'll all miss me; you'll mourn the loss of my presence with just the memory of me in your heads."

[whampow]

@brokenbladesandfaces liked for a renfield lyric starter !

“In my heart lies a blackened rage, sometimes it overtakes me… why the fuck did I run away?”

[sscarecrow]

[ ♡ xo ]

@brokenbladesandfaces / pointless facts.

i've been losing my mind because the room i'm in used to be a garage but was converted, and it is not very well sealed from critters somehow getting inside. lizards? fine. palmetto bugs? NAUR, they are just big cockroaches that can fly that were renamed to make people feel better about the fact we have giant flying roaches in florida. one was in my bed the other day and scurried out of my blankets and THE SCREAM I SCREAMT. also, my niece has a friend who comes over constantly, and her home had bed bugs. and then my sister told me she thought the dog had fleas.

what i'm saying is that for the past week? or two? i've been having phantom bug sensations. i have been freaking out over nothing because i am so scared of bug possibilities. please help me

[citizenstarlight]

★ ╼ Mother often reminded Annie, no pain no gain. As if suffering is what leads to greatness. Now she ignored her own problems and pressed forward. So, despite how battered she looked, her face was stoic. “I’m fine, really. I’m durable and I heal quickly. I have work to do.”

short & sweet starter call. ★ miriel ( @brokenbladesandfaces )

[iobartach]

@brokenbladesandfaces asked; "I used to think it would take a monster to put someone in a place like that."

severance starters

"Don’t be so sure." His voice sounded steady, solid like a rock, but there was something beneath it. Edges honed by experience, by choices made when no better ones existed. "Sometimes, it takes a monster to put another one down." And he'd know more than his fair share about that reality, as newly proven by his recent actions.

Both hands were stained bright scarlet, steeped in enough blood to stink of the stuff, even after scrubbing them clean. Acting in defence of the person before him, he had grappled with a man sporting cybernetic enhancements and ill intentions. They had converged on the other during a moment when Miguel had momentarily turned his back away to address another matter, only to whirl around at the sound of a distorted laugh.

He didn't hesitate to act, more navy blue blur than shocked witness as he aimed for the criminal's exposed chest, talons pointed knife-like as he lanced straight through their flesh. At once, the laugh cut off, with ribs crumbling like chalk as he aimed and closed his fingers aground fabricated muscle. An artificial organ that, with a drag back of his arm, was pulled forth, spraying arterial blood everywhere as the criminal keeled over, no longer able to function.

For Miguel's part, instead of disposing of the heart straight away, he held onto it for a few moments longer, eyes flashing a brighter red than usual as he exhaled, staring at the now deceased crook, his breath coming faster than he would have liked.

"I should send you back home. It was wrong to bring you here."

[mxchineherald]

munday info

NAME: zigg/ziggbot/z

PRONOUNS: they/them

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S): Viktor (arcane) at the moment, though I have a number of sideblogs lol.......... Maybe someday if they urge ever comes back.

RP PET PEEVES: Honestly? If I am the only one leading the scene. I need someone to push this story along with me, and if I'm put in charge of the narrative, the emotional tone, and the action all alone? I get exhausted and just leave the thread behind.

EXPERIENCE/HOW MANY YEARS: I've been roleplaying since age 9 online(back on irc, internet relay chat rooms), so that's about 22 years now! I've always loved telling stories with other people.

FLUFF, ANGST, or SMUT: ANGST all the way!! I love exploring difficult situations with heavy emotions and possible injury/illness. To me, it allows a certain kind of vulnerability that doesn't often get explored in fluff or smut. I thrive on that vulnerability.

LONG/SHORT REPLIES: I tend to shoot for around 2-4 paragraphs, though I tend to match length most of the time because I try to devote attention and prose to most of the reply I'm working with.

BEST WAY TO INTERACT: Ask memes, quizzes, and prompts (when I rarely post them lol;;;)

BEST TIME TO WRITE: Oh lordie lmao probably just whenever I get the writing energy, which fluctuates depending on stress.

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[mad-hunts]

Headcanon Ask Game: Fragrance Prompts

[ Bergamot, Mint, Lemon ]

fragrance prompts.

AHHH, hello, jonathan! thank you so much for the ask :D i really do appreciate you all sending things in like this because it allows me to take about the INSANITY that is barton - /hj (LOL, i'm partially joking here, but he is kind of insane so... you know. i'm also being partially serious jsjsj) but anywhozies, i hope you have drank plenty of water today and also ate plenty of delicious food! now buckle up because i'm about to answer all of your headcanon questions haha.

Bergamot: What gesture of kindness made the biggest impact on them, and why?

OOF — you know what? it took me a hot minute to come up with this one because i feel like, although there have definitely been moments that have changed barton's life... they weren't exactly due to kindness. but then i thought about barton's childhood and how, despite him not having the slightest clue as to who he was at the time, winslow took him in as a kid. and this certainly would fit into the category of a gesture of kindness since, for all extents + purposes, he wasn't obligated to help barton by taking him in whenever he came to his door.

because even though barton was in quite dire straits, he could've easily called the police and just waited with him until they showed up, but winslow could sense that something was definitely wrong + he doesn't have the best relationship with the police himself. so, the next best thing was allowing barton to come into his house and nursing him back to health. but considering that he had nowhere else to go after winslow had done so and he has a rather big soft-spot for kids... he allowed barton to stay there for as long as he needed. + unbeknowst to both of them at first, this would later forge a familial-like bond between the both of them as winslow became a surrogate father to barton.

Mint: What is their sharpest sense, and how does that impact their life?

whenever it comes to barton's sharpest sense, i have to admit, the first thing that came to mind for me upon being asked this was his hearing — so that is what i shall be talking about here. i think i have mentioned this a few times before, but as a kid, barton literally adapted to becoming a light sleeper because of his bio father as he (unfortunately) had reason to be afraid of wesley. and this meant that, as a result, barton's hearing became extra sensitive to picking up sounds that were slight like creaks in the floorboard or whispering.

now, this is something that carried on wayyy into his adulthood + serves as both a blessing as well as a curse. because, yes, as one might be able to imagine — it has gotten barton out of some sticky situations in the past along with the present. but on the downside, he finds himself being quite easy to rouse whenever he's asleep, and so stuff like even his partner getting up in the middle of the night for something harmless like going to the bathroom might wake him up. orrr barton might hear a conversation occur between two people that he wasn't supposed to, and now he has information that he has no idea what to do with.

so, in a nutshell, i'd say that it affects his life both positively as well as negatively. there are certainly some advantages to having a keen sense of hearing whenever you're a part of gotham's underground, as it may or may not allow you to do things like know where to go when escaping from a place... or what-have-you. but yeah!

Lemon: What is something seemingly inconsequential that can put them in a bad mood for the rest of the day?

inconsequential, huh? honestly — though this isn't something that happens too often, having to deal with people who are entitled and/or bossy at his job is something that can really put barton in a sour mood for the rest of the day; even though he knows that, in any job where you're dealing with the public, you can expect to encounter at least a couple of people who aren't so nice every few weeks. but it still manages to like completely tilt his day in a negative direction if that makes any sense. because there are good people out there, but unfortunately, the likelihood of 'bad people' overshadowing the positive interactions you've had during a certain day... it's unfortunately rather high.

a way that barton tries to alleviate this feeling is through basically telling himself he'll get a 'reward' if he makes it through the day without crashing out (JSJSJ), though, which mostly works. mostly. but anyway, i hope you enjoyed reading my responses to all of these questions and that you're having a good start to your friday, my friend!! ❤️

[pushspacetocontinue]

The 'yes or no' game: ❓If your mother were still alive and apologised for how she treated you when you were younger, would you forgive her?

Russell is quiet for a good minute or so, trying to think about the answer. But after that said minute, a look of guilt creeps into his blue eyes and he sighs sadly.

"No."

He really doesn't think he can, and he feels bad about it.

[agapestricken]

[ Curious questions for the muse (🍁): - What is Ana's ideal last meal? - What is Ana's idea of a perfect day? - Does Ana have a preferred time of the day and why? ]

AHHH, okay... let me first begin this by saying thank you very much for the ask! i really appreciate it, jonathan :) these are honestly really good questions and ones i haven't thought much about until now... so, it should be good to have the chance to delve deeper into ana's character like this!! but to answer your first question, this one may need a bit of elaborating, but goddd's - if anastasiy had the chance to choose what he last ate then it would most definitely be russian mushroom and potato soup. now, i know that some of y'all may not be familiar with it because unlike things like beef stroganoff and pierogis, its not very talked about BUT trust me when i say its good.

this is just a little photo of what it looks like just for those who aren't very familiar with it:

now, as i was saying before, i do think that this one will benefit from a little bit of elaborating because i realize that it might seem a bit random — but i chose this dish as the one ana would choose as his last meal because this soup was one that anastasiy's mother would make for him consistently when he was sick or when he was feeling down as a child. so, ana associates it with comfort almost instinctively and when i say mushroom and potato soup as a result, i don't just mean just anyone's recipe BUT viktoriya's (his mother's). because even though the ingredients might be the same all around for this dish, no one could make it like viktoriya to ana... you know?

hers was just naturally special and every single time he has it, its like anastasiy can feel the love she has for him as well as their family through it. so that would be his ideal last meal ❤️ now whenever it comes to his idea of a perfect day, this may seem a bit cliché, but any day where he'd get to spend a majority of his time with his daughter as well as his mom and perhaps even his brother (though they're currently on the outs because of an argument they had. however, i feel like this just makes the idea of being able to spend time with kolya even more appealing) are 'perfect days' to him. it doesn't matter what the weather is — whether its dreary, or sunny outside — or what they're doing in all honesty to ana.

like i previously mentioned, all that matters is that they're together. but OOH, for the last question, as for whether ana has a preferred time of day and why? i think that he has learned to really embrace the time period in which the sun is just starting to set or dusk especially because he lives in a more rural area of gotham. this means that he sometimes sees fireflies come out and there are people who own farms near him full of flowers, as well as crops. so the fact that he has gotten the opportunity to look through them at the sunset through all these cascading colors is just... UGH. its amazing, in his humble opinion, okok LOL

so like, if another person's muse ever gets the chance to spend the night at anastasiy's house, i would say to totally take it because not only is there beautiful sights to look at such as the sunset itself but animals such as fireflies, owls, and deer come out around this time when you wouldn't otherwise be able to see them very often (especially considering ana lives in a rural area). so yeah (': i hope this answered your questions, my friend, and thank you again for the ask!

[whampow]

@brokenbladesandfaces cont. from here!

Bea lets out a sigh as they settle into a chair, slowly lifting an arm to gesture for their guest to sit. They knew their apartment wasn't the most homey or comfortable place, with the machines' noise and the ac going full blast, but they chose to ignore bringing it up. Mentioning it would only draw attention to it, making things worse.

"Please sit, if you want," they offer, words finally catching up to their actions. It was funny how they came out so slowly sometimes.

A deep breath follows as Bea allows their body to sink into their comfy plush seat. "It's strange how I feel. Yes and no, if I'm honest. Changes per day." Thin, pale fingers tap a mindless pattern upon the upholstery, trace indecipherable shapes. "Hard to be scared, yet so easy. Feel prepared, yet never really ready." Their bony shoulders raise up and fall down one at a time in a lopsided shrug.

"Shocked to wake up, you know? Like, 'oh, I'm still here'--not com-compl-complain-complaining."

[ratwhsprs]

@brokenbladesandfaces || cont.

The day someone actually caught one of the references in his rats’ names, he'd give them ten bucks if he had it. (Socrates, for example, was a reference to the movie Willard.) But no one had gotten it yet, so the ten dollars was still his.

A couple of his older rats didn't care for the… clinical scent that clung to her, but he silently assured them that this shouldn't take long.

He hummed behind his mask. Her associates were right: the only one who knew the sewers better was probably Waylon Jones, and he could be harder to reach than Otis himself. 

 “One question: is the guy we're looking for dead or alive? Or do you not know?”

[arcanescholxr]

Continued from here @brokenbladesandfaces

Dwight groans softly as his eyes adjust to this new environment. His vision spins slightly before it eventually settles. The first thing that he notices is someone looming over him. Well, it appears to be more than one of the same person. Dwight attempts to sit up but a wave of pain cracks against his forehead and he lays back down with a groan. He tries to keep up with what’s being said. ‘Where am I?’ Dwight thinks to himself.

“Um, my name is Dwight Blackburn and…I don’t know, is this a clinic or?” Dwight cranes his head to get a better look of his surroundings.