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[qunpin]

GOTHAMCARTEL        /     indi.    priv.    &    highly    selective.    written   by    leia.    currently   rebooting.

[sevnthson]

@gothamcartel​​ asked: jaylah is kissin up on dumitri but little did he know a stake was underneath the pillow, GO!

                       he   thinks   he   has   everything   in   hand  ,     he   always   does   after   all .      he   doesn’t   often   find   himself   in   rough   spots  ,     especially   not   with   humanity .      THEY’RE   SO   EASY   TO   TWIST   AND   MOLD   TO   ONE’S   WILL .      and   how   long   had   he   been   twisting   her  ?       how   long   now   had   he   used   her  ?      not   just   for   her   blood   but   also   for   her   company  ?     the   life   of   an   immortal   could   be   a   lonely   one  ,      BUT   HE’S   THE   LAST   PERSON   WHO   WOULD   ADMIT   IT .      she’d   taken   the   initiative   this   night  ,     which   had   only   surprised   him   a   little   -------------    IT   WASN’T   THE   FIRST   TIME .      of   course  ,      he   hadn’t   expected   it   to   be   the   last .         they   kiss   as   they   always   have   done  ;     she   tastes   him  ,      he   tastes   her .      he’s   pressed   back   into   the   mattress   with   her   weight   on   top   of   him  ,     though   she   is   nothing   but   featherlight   to   him . 

                 THEY   BOTH   KNEW   WHAT   SITUATIONS   LIKE   THIS   WOULD   ENTAIL .      with   him    it   is   sharp   claws  ,     nails   pulling   through   flesh  ,    drawing   blood   and   then   lapping   it   up  ,     he   has   no   worries   about   that .     it’s   merely   same   old .    even   when   her   hand   slides   beneath   the   pillow   he   does   not   question   it .      he   thinks   she’s   only   enjoying   herself .          but   the   movement   is   so   sudden  ,      such   an   abrupt   shift   in   energy   that   even   he   is   caught   unawares .      OF   COURSE  ,     HE’S   QUICK  ,      but   not   as   fast   as   one   might   think .      he   can   move   like   the   speed   of   light  ,      teleport  ,     in   a   flash   he   could   be   on   the   other   side   of   the   country .      his   physical   speed   was   no   reflection   of   his   reflexes .     they’re   not   heightened .     HIS   GUARD   IS   DOWN .     and   his   yellow   eyes   are   blown   wide   open   as   he   spots   the   glint   of   silver   in   the  dim   light .     FOLLOWED   BY   THE   SHARP   PAIN   AS   THE   STAKE   SETTLES   INTO   HIS   HEART .

         his   gaze   is   not   on   her .      it   is   on   the   weapon   lodged   into   his   chest  ,      piercing   through   his   ribs  ,     penetrating   all   that   keeps   him   alive .      HE   CHOKES  ,     BREATH   HALTING .      he   has   always   feared   death   more   than   anything  ,      it   was   innate  ,    immovable  ,      carried   with   him   from   his   brief   period   of   humanity   till   even   now .     HE   COULD   BE   A   THOUSAND   YEARS   OLD   AND   STILL   FEAR   THE   END .      he   fears   it   now .     fears   what   he   will   miss  ,      what   he   will   lose  ,     what    he   will   have   to   face .      EMPTINESS  ,      NOTHING .      but   he   cannot   move   his   limbs  ,     he   cannot   raise   himself   from   the   bed  ,       and   every   single   part   of   his   body   BURNS   like   it   is   on   fire .      his   lower   lip   quivers .     he   turns   his   eye   on   her .      she   sits   there   still   like   some   prideful   thing   and   he    h a t e s    the   look   upon   her   face .      BUT   THERE’S   NOTHING   HE   CAN   DO   ABOUT   IT .                                 his   skin   already   turns   hard  ,    greying  ,      dying  ,    forming   like   crumbling   stone .    and   with   every   passing   second   it   hurts   more .      death   is   slow .     it  had   always   been   slow   for   him .      it   always   came   crawling  ,     looming  ,     waiting .     now   here   he   was  ,     dying   again  ,      only   there   was   nobody   who   would   help   him .      not   like   when   rashida   had   saved   his   life .     she   had   done   that   twice .      HE   HAD   SURELY   TAKEN   HER   FOR   GRANTED  ,     HE   KNOWS   THAT   NOW .      despite   her   many   rules  ,     her   restrictions   and   her   limitations  ,      she   had   never   tried   to   kill   him   until   he   broke   them .                                         `      w-why  . . .    ?      `       his   voice   comes   out   weak  ,      the   last   of   his   breath   used   to   utter   a   simple   question   that   he   would   not   be   able   to   hear   the   answer   to .      HE   CANNOT   EVEN   SCREAM   WHEN   BLACKNESS   CLOUDS   HIS   VISION  ,     AND   LIFE   LEAVES   HIM .

[dapperfvck-arc]

@gothamcartel asked: ❛ are you just going to stand there the whole time? ❜

     “Are y’in that big a hurry?” John asked as he added ice to the glasses. True, by and large inviting someone up for a nightcap at suggested some nature of intimacy, but John didn’t see any reason why drinks couldn’t also be involved. “Bars can be so loud these days. No place f’a proper conversation. I’m easy, darlin’, but I ain’t a savage.”

[scouscr]

4. What are some of your rp pet peeves?

[questions for mun] | @gothamcartel

eh. i’ve been at this for so long that i rarely have many rp gripes anymore? but i guess if i’d have to name one, it’s being badgered for replies? bc i’ll fully admit it, i’m far from the speediest rp partner in the world, especially these days since i’m working full time. so yeah.

[gothsic]

what becomes of us, @gothamcartel​​ ? // plotted.

“ the truth is, i don’t usually just stop on by and meet whomever in places like this. these are more... hideaways for me, moreso. i’m not the socializing type, if you haven’t noticed. “

the dim light, not quite enough to make it difficult to read, but just enough to bring to the prospective reader a sense of calm, brought a sense of honesty to their conversation. a gothic-esque bookstore with dusty, classic books hiding on every shelf; rarely taken, yet perhaps meant to look that way.

there were places in the city that were able to capture such an atmosphere, bring down the walls that he had built up for so many years - but alas, those walls never would come down, all the way. there was such a thing as safe honesty, the kind where just enough was revealed to the other person to bring them to some sense of ease, but quite a lot was held back. that was the way it had always gone.

perhaps she was at least somewhat the same. perhaps not. all he could truly note was that right now, right then and there, he was so incredibly intrigued by the kind of woman she was deep within. there were very few people in this world that managed to bring him out of himself for just a moment or a moment more, and when they caught his attention, they held it. that was the nature of the creative eye, because the gears within his mind started turning, turning, and turning.

“ but more importantly. i was digressing. i’m not gonna just come right out and ask ‘ what is your darkness ‘ or whatever, because that’s fuckin’ ridiculous. we’re not in the business of total honesty. the project itself is coming along fine, but you know... i don’t wanna just draw you the way i see you, ‘cause that feels disingenuous... heh. yeah. the irony’s not lost on me. “

he shook his head, offered her the usual lopsided smile, and toyed with his pen on the surface of the small table located in the back of the store, where people often took a moment to read. to absorb. to think.

“ let’s think about how you want to be physically portrayed. what do you look like, considering the dark past you hide? shit like that. it’s gotta translate in the design. i’ve got an idea, but... you know. i can’t move forward without your thoughts. “

[animalcontrol]

@gothamcartel: ❛ my turn to ignore ya. ❜

‘ huh ??? ’  gar did not mean to ignore her. he auditioned for a role for an upcoming sci-fi netflix series, so he was not able to call jaylah back. the young actor went to auditions one after the other. ‘ -- i didn’t ignore you. my phone was on silent. ’  the thing is... gar’s phone was rarely on silent. whenever he received a call, his phone would often play the theme from twilight zone. there was no doubt that it was for him.  ‘ believe me !  why would i lie to you ? ’

when we all fall asleep, where do we go?

[laughingmagi]

@gothamcartel​ asked: “You keep staring at me instead of watching the film. What’s up?”

     John had been a little surprised, the words whispered in his ear, so close he could feel heat of her breath as it fanned against his skin. He just shrugged. Her silhouette alone had been more interesting then the film they’d chosen to see. The theatre was crowded, opening weekend and everyone’s gaze was fixed on the moving pictures. An hour in and John had grown bored.  Not that it was bad or that it was even anything less than compelling but John was tired of every beat coming as predictably as he could suss. However, he wasn’t one to complain. Much as he often had difficulties enjoying movies, he respected the art form. So he’d amused himself elsewise --

                                                               And been caught.

     “Sorry, luv,” John murmured, leaning in just as close as she’d gotten. “S’ppose I’ve never been great at the cinema part of dinner an’ a movie.”

[redrebellled]

02. a rough kiss . on the roof top! batwoman & the queenpin! ! !!

👿.     “     𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒     ”     𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄     .

it was this constant bickering ..poking and proding at each other . as if they weren’t two of the most powerful women in gotham city . they each knew how to hold their own and watch their backs . but night after night .. it resulted in the pair critising each other’s moving and attacks.. and tonight just happened to be a shouting match about how a certain bat feels the need to jump  into dangerous situations head first. 

kate was tired . under the suit, she was tired and bruised and sore . and right now.. all the bat wanted was a tiny bit of peace before the police radio alarmed and the batsignal shone again . gloved hands reach out, one grabbing her waist, pulling her closer . the other came to cup her sharp jawline . without a second though the bat moved closer, lips pressed against the others .. a string of rough .. rushed kisses to follow. breathing was harsh, loud in the spur of the moment . surely there was otherways to silence the bickering . but the bat would be lying if she said she never found herself staring at the soft lips of the other. and soft they were . 

“ just shut up .. “ she muttered against her lips, hand on her jaw moving to cup the back of her neck, tightening slightly to bring her closer . “ i get it .. “ she insisted, returning to rough kisses . would she jump into the line of fire again ? definitely .

[dapperfvck-arc]

@gothamcartel​ prompted: ❁ for our muses first time

     He was cheap and easy, but that didn’t mean any of that applied to the experience of taking one John Constantine to bed. Maybe she listened to too many 𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔 or maybe he just gave off that kind of 𝒗𝒊𝒃𝒆, but once it got down to brass tax, John was the sort of man that took his time. 

     It had never been about conquest for him, even when he’d been young and stupid, inexpertly fondling his first breast. That first little gasp had been everything to him, knowing that he could make someone feel extraordinarily good in a such a small, simple way had impacted him greatly. So when he took Jaylah to bed he wasn’t just fucking her, he wasn’t even making love to her, it was something darker, deeper, and more primal. Magic was in every aspect of his life, and it didn’t stray far from the bedroom at all. 

      There was ritual in wanting and power in passion. John wasn’t the rough trick she was expecting. Sometimes it seemed to frustrate her, a matter he did his damned best to sooth with his tongue between her legs, exploring the dusky pink folds and teasing her her clit, mindful of overstimulation and intensity. He knew exactly what he was doing and it showed. Maybe one day they could be messy and imprecise but that was the future and John never banked on that. No, the first night would always be like the last night, as thought the world were ending and this was his final moment of stolen pleasure.

     She rode him because he’d have it no other way. Jaylah was both uninhibited and performative. When she twisted her hips over his cock just so, John knew well it had less to do with his pleasure and lore to do with finding that right, perfect spot. That in and of itself was 𝒉𝒊𝒔 pleasure, seeing her stripped down and raw in a way that had nothing to do with getting his end away. Nails digging into skin, leaving bright pink welts on his chest would be felt in the morning. 

     They didn’t come together. Even with his particularities in bed, but he was still all hands on her hips, pushing into her as slick muscles convulsed around his latex sheathed cock. In the end they ended up breathing too heavy in his narrow bed, sweaty and some shade of satiated. John came round to himself just enough to wonder how badly they would hurt each other in the end. He held her lightly, though, lingering but undemanding though his head rested against his shoulder so he could breath her in. She smelled good, dark, dangerous, and expensive as rare jewels. 

     John was only pretending to be asleep when Jaylah left.

[naayaaab]

⟡.  ________________ .  THIS IS A DECLARATION  OF SKINTIGHT CONCUPISCENCE  OVERGROWN  BY DISTANCES .      ≛          . ⤷ ____________________________ .                    he is wearing pressure , hands taut against her waist as his body moves                      BLADES.  do you see the lost moments  ? ? ?     the way his mouth .  SCREAMS   for her as it  writes against her throat  in long streaks of unbound senses .  ? ? ?    he has her mouth  and he glides their  bodies against  one another , a      PRIMAL     urge still clothed in hope friction  would ignitate all boundaries still  holding their  eyes.        ≛        when she  moans his  fingers are through her hair  ,   pulling out the deepest arcs of her .           SENSATIONS   .     there is a hunger leaping , a full course of .           COVETING            and demands                   ______   ❛    `-   WHAT ARE YOU  ,   WHO ARE YOU    ?   ❜  he wants them both .   DULLED  down and mixed into one another  and so he keeps moving atop her      mouth going from space to space  hexing her into  himself.       he spends himself against   neck ,  the sweet soft part  ____________  biting and licking as hands grab   on to her arms .  THROWING         them against the wall  in accordance  to his  own crazed    heartbeat.  he gives another push  and  the falls to her nether region  holding the zipper of her pants in his mouth      ______   ❛    `- IF YOU WANT ME TO STOP , STOP ME NOW  OTHERWISE I WILL HAVE YOU WHOLE.   ?   ❜                 & .     ↱   * . @gothamcartel ; inquired awaiting. our muses making out and grinding while fully clothed

[a-shelasso]

❝ I HAVE A HEAVY heart to carry. ❞

@gothamcartel liked for a lyric starter.

[blindinlight]

       ‘ i do hope i won’t wrong you with the question, however, i must ask — ‘ black sunglasses slide downward against the sharp-shaped bone of his nose. ‘ —have i become the favourite driver of yours ? ‘ black-leathered gloves opened the back door of his car. an inviting smell, so familiar that immediately creates a shadow of his own posture. 

       jacob is not waiting for an answer. a question cracks his own brow. an intention of starting a conversation wasn’t at all pleasant nor normal for him. maybe she will ignore it ? or maybe he will just play the music in his car a bit louder than usual. maybe.

startercall.  —  @gothamcartel​

[hargrump-a]

                     ❝   it’s just the world i know  &  i can’t stand it.   ❞

@gothamcartel     ⤑       𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫

[touchwounds-blog]

     he knew who she was. of course, he only knew from talk around the city and her reputation. you’d be surprised by how easily word will spread in a city riddled by crime. he had never met the woman before, not until now. what she was doing in his hospital was beyond him. unless she needed something. he gives her a once over and then his gaze flickers back towards his clipboard, fingers tapping against the sheets. ‘  what can i do for you, miss danse?  ’ he’s curt, through he doesn’t stray far from being professional.

@gothamcartel.

[dapperfvck-arc]

@gothamcartel​ said: “You're a man worth knowing. And men like you are made of stories. Tell me one.“

      𝑾𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆? That was a questionable statement, and he knew a lot of people who would dispute that fact or consider it highly conditional to only the most stringent circumstances. Got a demon problem? Need a house cleansing? A good confidence man? Sure, then John Constantine was worth knowing but if you needed someone you could feel safe with? Someone that was reliable? Well, that was an entirely different story according to many. He held his tongue on that matter, however. As he always did, John let the other person make up their own mind about him. Only time would tell if she’d join the voice of the masses or the rare few that truly deemed him worthwhile for or despite his numerous sins and flaws.

     “I make a habit of blackmailin’ gods,” John drawled wryly. “It’s not that I got anythin’ personal against ‘em. Jus’ that I never been one t’hold much sacred. Not unless it holds me sacred an’ in m’experience most gods want devotion, not so much t’dwell on the price of faith. Cos y’know -- It’s funny how that all pans out, innit? I know God exists f’a fact but couldn’t give a shit. Yet there are really people out there who still believe on sheer bloody conviction.”