#brutalmasks

[clawsextended]

@brutalmasks asked : ❝ what are your plans for today? because if you are free at any point... i was thinking, perhaps you would like to join me to grab some food? as a date. ❞

the cat isn’t catting. for once. right now. in fact, she’s gathering recon quite patiently, her phone scrolling through as she taps blunted fingertips across the screen. the little cat pixelated in the upper right corner blinks — she cracks her gum and it snaps and pops in her mouth. she scrolls through and through and through, down and down and down, tip of her nail scraping across a screen.

and then it halts. frozen. and those enormous brown eyes lift from her screen, sweetly chocolate in their shade. they reflect the other before her — charming and charmed at once, a smile begins to bloom onto cherry red lips. it quirks into a wider expression of quiet interest.

reddened cheeks frame those teddy bear warm eyes as they fall back to her phone. selina segues easily into the job again, her little motions soundless.

“i would love to. like a… date-date?”

she’s biting the edge of a lip haphazardly and lifts that gaze again. she looks half meek, partially timid about it. the toe of a heel digs absently into the asphalt, perhaps tethers her here.

“i’d— just love to.”

[violetgleams]

what is their favorite scent? (candles, perfume, food, etc.) + do they have a “comfort outfit” or a go to look? if so, why did they choose those pieces?

Misc Detail Asks || Accepting!

That depends on the day, but he usually either prefers warm scents like amber or cashmere, or something leaning more fruity (citrus in particular). That said, some days he doesn't do more than the incense smoke that clings to him in the mornings or after work. 

His preferred look is pretty simple! T shirt, jeans, boots, eyeliner, a jacket if it's cold enough. His retail work doesn't require any sort of uniform, so he's free to wear what he wants and those items are easy to get ahold of or replace if he has to. (He does wear long sleeves to hide any bruises, which is a habit he's kept from his childhood.)

[babydxhl]

❛ i know what monsters are. you are a victim. ❜ (goddd, i saw this and had to send it—)

hannibal sentence starters | still accepting.

There is a pause, like the half-beat hesitation before a balloon explodes, in which Mary feels her own devastation, decades of it, like dead weight in the pit of her stomach.

She had come out into the alley to drink and to smoke in peace, to watch the downtown thoroughfare's lights and foot traffic through the gap between the blackened brick buildings. Within, without. Rockwellian on a Friday night.

She had been amused, at first. Playing at being one of those awful things that go bump in the night. Monster. Now she feels a biting kind of anger, like the kicked dog ready to turn and bite.

"And who made you an authority on victims, huh?" she asks, defiant. The tip of her cigarette burns too close to her fingertips — she can feel the heat of it near her knuckles.

Who gave you the right? Who gave you the right?

"Fuck off, why don't you. Victim. You don't get to stand there and tell me what I am."

[bucketkicked]

❝ if you keep doing that, i can not promise i will behave. ❞ ( oop... feel free to skip over this one if you're not comfortable with it and i'm sorry in advance if you're not, but i'd thought i'd send something with just a little bit of spice )

“Oh, is that so?”

Irene can’t help but let out a chuckle, her lips quirked up into a smirk. “That’s a shame…,” she continues with a faux sense of concern, shaking her head. She clicks her tongue to play up her act, but then she finds herself scooting closer to her, teeth seductively biting at her bottom lip, eyeing her with intention.

Her hand rests itself on Bunny’s knee, tapping her fingers upon her skin playfully before it starts creeping up her thigh. She leans in closer to press quick, teasing kisses on her neck before she moves towards her ear to whisper into it.

“Mm, show me how you misbehave.”

[question-marked]

♋ what drew you to this muse?

MUNDAY QUESTIONS

I would say his intellect, and how I think he's one of the only villains who challenge Batman's intelligence and not only his physicality. I thought that was interesting that Eddie himself doesn't really fight Batman physically but tries to outsmart him instead. Also the riddles, can't forget those haha

Also the chance of making a verse where Eddie would become a reformed detective, which I thought was cool since I love detective stories and mysteries. Also I did want an AU where Eddie would work WITH Batman and other vigilantes/heroes and become stronger due to that association (not just mentally strong but physically strong as well).

One verse where he's working with other villains, and another verse where he's working with people who he viewed as his enemies in his main verse. I think seeing the differences between those verses and how he acts in different situations is really cool to see.

[queen-of-the-mad]

🛒 - their last 3 purchases.

;A taser, a book on ghosts, and a DVD copy of The King of Comedy.

[frostise]

🐝 🐝 you're bee-utiful! pass this along to five writers to bring the sunshine in && give friendship a bloom!

i just got stung by affection!! thank you sm! i didn't expect this message at all. what a pleasant surprise 🥹💙💙

[sifonie]

@brutalmasks liked for a lyric starter !

“Don’t tell me what to do, don’t tell me what to say! You know I like it loud, ‘cause that’s the only way!”

[jewelstole]

brutalmasks asked: ❝ i do not know what you wanted. i know what you got. ❞ TO CATCH A THIEF PROMPTS

" oh , this old thing ? " she isn't afraid to show the precious jewelry she just stole. " i had plans to wear it to a costume party. would that be too much ? "

[thewomanwholaughed]

[ Continued from here ] // @brutalmasks

Joker looked up at the blood-coated claws that were called away from the trashcan and towards their owner. Bringing another pleasant smile on her face. "Ooh, dear, you should tell me who does your nails!" Giggling to herself, she brought up her gloved hand; taking a moment to remove the glove and reveal equally unnaturally pale hands with green/purple painted nails. "I could do with a manicure like that! Not so big on all the red, though; a little splash, you know?" Pointing to her big grin, she put the glove back on, humming softly.

Attention darting back to the masked entity, pearly whites beaming again as she drops into a bow. Twirls her cane and taps it on the ground while sloooowly pushing herself back to standing. "That's me! But please! Call me Joker."

"The Joker was my mother- HAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA!"

Breaking the laughter as easily as it started, she looks curiously at the woman. Waving her hand in a circular motion. "Well? Aren't you going to introduce yourself, my dear? It's rather rude to ask for someone's name without offering your own! Tsk Tsk."

[clawsextended]

the cat is delighted. patience is a simple thing for her — she understands that their lives are busy, fickle, complex things and they dart in and out of one another in convenience and inconvenience alike. but selina understands with limitless care, and she is always willing to meet with a sweet and an adventure she’s kept in her back pocket.

she teaches an art that holly too has mastered, and it is how to make something out of nothing. it thrills her to see these firsts — to witness bunny’s first bite of the perfectly warm, flawlessly powdered, tenderly crunchy funnel cake and know the joy that chases that first sensation. it’s kind of addictive, selina can admit, because for her feeling is rough and complicated, escapes her like a squirmy cat wriggling through her fingers. but bunny simplifies these ideas beautifully to things she can see, and the cat relishes the bunny’s little flecks of totally innocent experience. it reminds selina not every first has to be terrible. in the worst parts of the world, there’s still all this. this, this, beautiful this. she can’t help but smile.

“yeah, you got it right. click. we just click.”

her smile is broad and proud. she’s impressed again, as per. aren’t people marvelous? the cat feels a beat of wonder slither sneakily into the steady beat of her heart.

“hey. me either. i don’t get along with people well. i can be a little… difficult to most people. i’ve never had somebody who made me feel so… okay. so normal, I guess? having normal feelings.”

and it’s a lot of a head rush, she admits.

“mine, too.”

eyes close to blink slowly in a happy comfort, half a purr out of her throat. she tears off a corner of sugar and dusts it across her fingertips to pop it in her mouth cheerfully. ah, delicious.

“this is what i would call a perfect night.”

@brutalmasks

[awkwardcourage]

❝ squeeze my hand if it hurts. ❞ | @brutalmasks

Hughie had promised himself to be brave, to not squeeze because he could take it- but then he feels his bones shifting, scraping against one another and he squeezes Bunny's hand with all that he has. His other hand is balled into a fist, forearm clamped between his teeth.

[babydxhl]

❝ i am always alone. ❞

a lark among ravens sentence starters | still accepting.

"Everybody's alone," Mary murmurs, quiet as a whisper, quiet as a half-strangled intake of breath. She scrubs once at her mouth with the heel of her palm as if to banish the words too late.

She glances back over her shoulder then, at the party still going on inside. The air is too cold out here on the patio, clustered in at a midway point among Gotham's uptown high-rises. Not quite among the stars, just somewhere amid the smog.

After a beat, she shrugs. She cannot snatch the words back out of the air, after all.

"'I myself am best, when I am least in company', or so they say. I spent most of my life selling togetherness and community, and let me tell you, none of it's real." She downs the last of her drink and glances at the railing as though debating whether to toss the glass over the side. "It's just made up for TV and ad revenue."

[redemn]

he's  been  aware  of  the  stranger  around  him  for  a  good  while  now  .      he's  not  sure  if  she  was  trailing  him  ,      given  he's  been  in  the  same  secluded  spot  miles  away  from  any  trails  or  towns  for  several  hours  now  ,      camped  as  he  is  by  the  side  of  the  lake  .      but  he's  not  certain  he  should  hold  steady  in  a  situation  like  this  .      still  ,      the  quiet  of  nature  ,      the  calm  of  the  lake  ,      and  the  few  fish  he's  caught  ,      cooking  now  above  the  campfire  as  he  pencils  in  a  few  words  on  the  next  open  page  of  his  journal  ,      maintain  his  mood  .      until  she  speaks  .

@brutalmasks  .      ❝  time  is  short  .      enjoy  these  moments  of  high  spirits  while  you  can  .  ❞

several  emotions  flash  across  his  face  :      first  a  blank  sort  of  frown  ,      that  he's  even  being  spoken  to  in  the  first  place    or  ,      perhaps  ,      that  she's  chosen  to  say  anything  to  him  at  all  after  being  around  so  silently  ;      then  frustration  ,      that  he's  not  understanding  what  on  earth  the  words  mean  ;      then  confusion  .      he'd  like  to  know  .

but  his  question  comes  out  more  angry  than  it  does  curious  .        ❝        whatchu  mean  ,      'time  is  short'  ?      whose time  ? mine ?        ❞        there  is  nothing  worse  to  an  outlaw  on  the  run  than  a  lack  of  understanding  ,      of  course  .      especially  when  he's  convinced  he's  missing  some  sort  of  threat  .      his  gaze  darts  across  the  trees  in  abrupt  ,      fragmented  motion  ,      then  settles  back  on  the  mask  ,      trailing  up  one  of  the  long  ears  .        ❝        why  you  sayin'  that  like  it's  some  sort'a  threat  ?      i  don't  take  kindly  to  threats  ,      especially  from  people  i  don't  know  .        ❞        he  nods  his  head  toward  the  heavy  woods  beyond  .        ❝        whatchu  doin'  out  here  all  alone  ?      the  wilderness  ain't  kind  this  far  off  the  trail  ,      and  you're  a  long  way  off  from  any  sort'a  civilization  .        ❞

╰ ゜TLOZ : TP STARTERS.  /  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.

[loneheir]

the neon lighting is haunting in the way it dances upon their features ; ACE chemicals proudly displayed as various other ads played on an unending carousel. they were meant to distract the population of gotham , to remind them of escapes that were made possible by prescriptions or various other services. in the batman's previous years he had allowed revenge to devour mind ; to perhaps take justice into his own hands as fear had become synonymous with his silhouette.

her words do not surprise nor persuade him to immediately mark her as the enemy. for , they were two sides of a coin that when closely examined one would see small similarities strung throughout. each carries their pain , the heart of why they do what they do.

❛ it's been festering for some time ... ❜ gotham insidious as she took her wrath out upon her people. she's within the streets , the water , and the very air that people breathe. ❛ did you know that in earlier years there were families that put up residencies --- settlers perhaps ❜ the batman's timbre low and melancholic , melodic almost as he continues to paint a picture for her , ❛ the families became obsessed with greed , wanting to steal and take from one another as they turned and made enemies of all ❜ he pauses as the sound of helicopters become louder.

the sound has grown within the past months ---- the mayor believing that surveillance was key to the riots that had erupted. ❛ they did something to the land ... the founding families ❜ resuming as the helicopters pass and the neon lighting shifts slightly , ❛ what i'm saying is that gotham is rotting ---- the smell ... ❜ his grey eyes then find hers as cowl allows features to shift , conveying a sort of sad look behind eyes. ❛ peace ? ' the batman then goes to focus upon her previous words , ❛ is this what your peace looks like ? ❜

he then goes to then step towards the other slightly , ❛ sickness spreads regardless of the murders that you have seen fit to commit ---- with those murders have come an uptick of other various copycats , those who idolize you , and kill for no reason at all ... like the riddler and his followers --- whatever your vision is gets easily misconstrued in this city ❜

❛  isn't it ironic?  ❜ / from the batman

if there was one thing that bunny mask had noticed about gotham's landscape, it was how surprisingly dark it was at night — even with all of the street lights and the displays that were active beneath her. though the city was arguably very curious in general: what with it's costumed villains and the man who pervaded through the streets to 'take care of them,' so-to-speak, dressed in pure black kevlar with bat ears. the batman, she'd heard they called him. he served as both a symbol of hope and fear for the city that she was currently dangling her feet above. it was a particularly windy night in gotham the day that she'd found herself thinking this to herself. and normally, that would've put a lot of people off from visiting one of the highest skyscrapers in gotham in addition to sitting on the edge of it, as well. but bunny mask was feeling fearless.

she had just done away with a man about an hour ago, or so, and he had committed some very heinous crimes. so, naturally, bunny mask had doled out quite the extreme punishment to him: a death by an overdose as he had done terrible things with drugs to people. but it was a slow and painful one. a more than deserved one, in her opinion. bunny mask left no such calling card that this was her doing, however. this is because she was not a villain, she reasoned, like the men and women with gimmicky monikers who were still running rampant through the streets were. but bunny mask supposed at least some people had grown suspicious of all of the sudden unrelated deaths happening in the city. and that seemed to lead her to now, at this point in time, with an unfamiliar voice talking directly to her.

the haunting light green hue of bunny mask's skin was further illuminated by the sign lying behind the both of them as she turned to face who she learned was a man. no, not just any man. the fabled one known as the batman. silence spread throughout the air for a moment, as if bunny mask was waiting, anticipating that maybe he would elaborate further on what he was asking her. though it appeared, the bat believed she already knew what he was referring to: and he would be right if they were thinking about the same thing. bunny mask's lips curled into a small unreadable smile as she gazed at the man. her eyes were all white and glowing.

❝ you mean how the people of the city appear to consider you to be a hero and me, a villain? i have to admit, i somewhat share the same sentiment. what i am doing is cleansing your city of the sickness. it has been flourishing in this place, left unchecked, for far too long. and so many other humans are suffering because of it, ❞ humans, she said, because bunny mask herself was anything but. a light exhale escaped her lungs then. bunny mask was trying hard to understand what could possibly be his perspective here to not kill anyone, but admittedly, it was hard for her. he was rather infamous for sticking criminals either in jail or in institutions that they would repeatedly escape from.

❝ i only wish to bring peace to this place. everyone deserves it, do they not? i heard that this city has been wracked with trauma from it's inception; what with happened with the arkham family. and the alley, nicknamed crime alley, for the brutal murder that had occurred within it. there are so many other examples as well of bad things happening to the innocent. we must change it, and i intend to get retribution for the lives that have been lost, or are about to be lost here. before this place turns into nothing but a festering wound, ❞ bunny mask's intentions were noble. this, she knew, but the batman was more likely than not here to try to talk her down... right? or, perhaps he had already made her mind up about her: that she was no good herself.

but she believed in the ideology she'd made for herself and in revenge. so, either way, nothing would be stopping her from fulfilling her goals.

[queen-of-the-mad]

🐝 🐝 you're bee-utiful! pass this along to five writers to bring the sunshine in && give friendship a bloom!