#mcgickcl

[viridience]

The House on the Hill

Closed starter for @mcgickcl It was an ancient farmhouse far out in the wilds of Connecticut. Only two stories tall but massive, with porches on all sides nestled atop a steep hill surrounded by overgrown acres of land. It had obviously been a grand estate in its day but was now riddled with neglect and apparently in the midst of being absolutely gutted. Even all the way from the road, big chunks of siding were visibly missing, planks of lumber were strewn about, more windows boarded up than not, blue poly tarp flapping in the breeze threatening to fly loose...  Clear signs someone had been trying to restore the home to it’s former glory, but it looked as though the construction had unexpectedly come to an abrupt halt. It was midday and not a single worker in sight. Even with the pale grey sky and slight mist in the air, one would assume with a project this big there’d be a man or two on the job. Instead, just a single minivan was parked outside, the rear hatch open as a young woman loaded it with hastily packed luggage. There were backpacks and duffel bags, a cooler and plastic grocery bags filled with brightly colored toys inside. It was as if someone had decided to go on a very sudden vacation...  “I’m not staying here!” The voice of a young woman exclaimed, crashing through the silence as the front door of the house flung open. She was in her early twenties, a toddler on her hip, looking frantic, almost in tears. “Ainsley, please, It can’t be that bad- .” Another, much older woman followed her onto the porch, sounding desperate. “I called someone didn’t I? We’ll straighten this out, I- I promise-”  “You called someone, Mom, do you hear yourself? This isn’t something you can fix by calling someone.”  Spencer squinted at them from the car, tossing the last of the bags in place.  “You called someone?” She echoed, loud enough to interrupt their bickering. Her face was scrunched incredulously but the way she looked at the house was careful, as if it were listening. “Who the hell did you call?” 

[captainstevertrevor]

@mcgickcl

“Yeah, that definitely sounds like a bad idea but--why the hell not?”

[fatummortem]

@mcgickcl ✉︎

         Daken gives the man a thoughtful look, tilting his head as he raises an eyebrow curiously at him, tempted to chuckle just a little. ❝ I suppose you right, but you don’t need money for all those things. ❞ Not that he was judging, he’s done far worse things to other’s in his lifetime. Even humans.

          Finally letting out a chuckle, his blue eyes spark in amusement. ❝ That’s alright. I won’t hold it against you. ❞ His eyes bright playfully at the other man. ❝ Daken. Yours? ❞ 

[xitch-bxy-blog]

@mcgickcl continued from x

“.......worst Story ever, Wheres the blood and guts, it would have been better if the guy started hacking the girl in pieces with an axe.”

[fightwing]

❝ the risk i took was calculated, but man, am i bad at math. ❞ @mcgickcl​ 

              dick sighed, and let the back of his head hit whatever cell it was they’d been thrown into. his ribs were screaming at him, his ankle uncomfortable, and he didn’t   THINK   he had a concussion, but something definitely got rattled up there. they’d put up a good fight, but they had seriously underestimated the number of people in one operation. in the end it came down to sheer numbers, and no amount of tricks could defy that.   but god, dick hated being locked up. a pet peeve, if you will.    then again, if john hadn’t showed up it probably would’ve been worse. at least his jail mate was funny.                         “ at least you showed your work. “     he joked, easing into the wall like it was a laz-e boy recliner. his tongue felt fat in his mouth and he reconsidered the whole ‘not a concussion’ conclusion. maybe it was just exhaustion. he had followed this trail all night only to have the shit kicked out of it. it wasn’t really a stretch he just needed to sleep. whatever, as these things go, they would eventually find a way out.      “ what’re our odds now? “

[magikisms]

🔥

DC really doesn’t make enough use of it’s magical cast, if you aren’t part of Justice League Dark or your name isn’t Raven you get basically screwed for appearances. Just a couple mini series appearances or hopes of a cameo in one of the main stream comics. Rebirth has been really bad for this, though the Raven series a while ago and Justice League Dark have done a half decent job at showing less popular characters

Send me a “ 🔥 “ for an unpopular opinion: Accepting!

[the-bctman]

@mcgickcl:

   “Of course it’s fucking magic,” Batman muttered as the scene around him decomposed. He grabbed his grapnel gun, fired a line, and propelled away. He put his fingers onto his comms unit. “Constantine, this is Batman. Get to Gotham, now.”

[gothamprens]

Mistletoe - accident

Bruce stopped and looked up, noticing the mistletoe that hung between the blond the brunette. He scoffed. “Forget it, John,” he said he said sounding a little more smug than usual. You’re not even my type.

[lastofmars]

❛ These prophecies are turning out to be pretty overrated. ❜

“I tend to find that prophecies nearly always are.”

[amazonexile]

“They serve substandard cheddar and generic chocolate chip cookies, but the sharing and grieving is great.”

Diana raised her brow at that remark. That didn’t sound good at all, Diana thought. “Do we have to go here?” she asked the blond. “I’m sure we can find someplace less...unsatisfying.” 

[thedemonconstantine]

Wrong ‘Em Boyo

(For @mcgickcl​:)

Chas was on the night shift again when his cell started screaming Queen. Without even a glance at the caller, he received it as he sped down the highway.

“Aye, aye, jiffy, mate, hold onto yeh knickers!”

He cut the line and took the next exit down the A40 Westway, rolling to a stop by Hyde Park to join the line of cars parked there. It was a chilly night, sometime around 9pm. The park was well-lit but deserted. It was a school night after all, and Chas had just gone through the day’s homework with Geraldine, read her a story and tucked her to bed before heading out for his shift.

He checked his watch and sighed loudly. Typical of John to rush him and then not be at the pickup point. The man switched off the engine, lumbered out of his cab and decided to hang around outside. Chilly though it may be, the night sky was clear and peaceful.

There was a vending machine nearby. Maybe a coffee would be a good idea whilst he was waiting.

[viridience]

Lone Wolf and the Dormouse

Closed Starter for @mcgickcl There was a pub on the very outer edge of the city, one of those out of the way places that endured for years only because the owner was too attached to the place to close and too stubborn to die. The inside was sparsely populated, mostly by old men on stools, not one drinking anything fancier than whiskey, and the air was thick with smoke because no one dared to tell them that kind of thing wasn’t allowed indoors anymore. 

One younger man stood out, hunched over with a dust pan and brush in his hands lazily sweeping up bits of broken glass from the floor. The man was well in his thirties, the only soul in the room who could bend down that far without aching, but had an even more youthful glow about him, probably having to do with the bulky headphones around his neck and the relaxed smile on his face despite the black eye he was sporting. 

Fights broke out often in a place like this and while it technically wasn’t Aaron’s job to sort them, he always seemed to get in the middle. The shiner was fresh, his eye nearly swollen shut. Most would’ve gone home after something like that but he carried on, bagging up the debris and carrying it over to the garbage bins. His humming was lost to the sound of the jukebox playing something old and slow. Clearly he wasn’t unhappy, but his face looked almost wistful as he looked back with his good eye and scanned the patrons in the bar.  Every single night he came into work, did his job quietly, and was paid no mind...  It was pretty lonely. 

[rxsurrxcted]

What blogs would you recommend?

Do you mean: Who do I love with my whole heart? 

@strategiic: A total Babe. Their Tim is a Princ(ess) and amazing, and mun is the Sweetest Bean. 

@richbastardbat: The Good Batdad everyone deserves, and mun is precious

@goldentemplariumcrow: Jason Todd’s not-boyfriend? Yes. Supportive, friendly, and sweet mun? Yes. 

@amazonexile: Jason’s mom and amazing amazonian warrior

@flashgotthis; is Daddy, mun is also, be extension, Daddy

@boywhelmed: is a precious Dick who handles him so expertly. Also, mun is going to be Midnighter and I can’t fucking wait.

@notansbuthope: A precious Superman who is dad to Jason, and a precious mun who is a whole lotta love

@robin-decoded: A precious and sassy Tim? A Tim who has my whole heart? Yes

@smallblueboyscout: Jason unofficially brother-adopted him. He is Jay’s now. He is a precious Jon and Mun is so sweet. 

@maximummuses: Their Damian is A+, Jason 10/10 wants to brother the fuck out of him

@fatummortem: I rp with them on this one and my Constantine one. On both, all our interactions are amazing. I love cursing their Rose out in Shakespearean English. It gives me life

@secondbestdetective: Just recently started roleplaying with them, but Timmy is a bean and we getting some proper brotherly bonding

@gotham-crusader: Also just recently started roleplaying with them, and their Batman is a Good Bean and also doesn’t let Jason get away with his shit and I appreciate it so much. 

@awolxsiblings: Lmao Jason is both constantly exasperated and fond. They bring out the best in him

@emeraldfiire: Yeah Jason is stealing her and making her his best friend. She is the Best Green Lantern for sure

@manynarrators: Jason is only bullying them (I’m sorry), but Mun has such well thought out muses! Really a great blog. 

@mcgickcl: Shameless plug for my Constantine blog? You betcha

And of course everyone I rp with. They all deserve love. I just can’t get them all down on here, but everyone is just, so precious and amazing. 

[amazonexile]

Some Updates

Dropped a thread with @mcgickcl because the thing has been in my post so long that I forgot what I wanted to post and muse is dead,

I’m going to try to do an old reply for @rxsurrxcted and that arranged marriage thread reply for @icansavetoday

[viridience]

OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS  (Will slowly make my way down my muse list) For Spencer

APHRODITE .     laughter loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers.doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO .     glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold.neatly organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paint brushes. probably has a tinder account.

ARES .     armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice. warm hugs. well worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS .      keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. disheveled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA .     discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armor that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colors. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.

DEMETER .      soil covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS .     drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek furred panthers. theatre masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS .     the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects.fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.

HERA .     resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain.loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix.  like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.

HERMES .     devil - may - care smile. always up - to - date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.    

POSEIDON .     storm with skin. colorful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore.stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever - changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle.compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS .     thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. un - natural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit. aficionado of history. force of nature. lenny face. nightmare- filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. high - rise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch. Taken from @mcgickcl Tagging: Anyone who wants! 

[rxsurrxcted]

Y’all should def go bug me at @mcgickcl - I want more threads for John baby.