#miraclewings

[incorrectteenwolfcaptionsold]

Scott: How the hell do I talk to people?

Jackson: Stand in front of them and press B

[greaselungs]

       wayne manor            who’d thunk it ?

    she didn’t.  how did she end up in this, the lap of luxury ? from the narrows ? maybe she was a real - life cinderella .  if that’s so ... wouldn’t this all end at midnight then ?   ah well,  might as well live it up while she could.  shifting in her spot on the couch she listens to the footfalls of a nearing person.  

    ‘     does bruce really let you walk around like that ?    especially    with a lady in the house ?             but since it’s calvin klein i’ll let it pass. ’  / @miraclewings

[spiikewing-blog]

trick or treat! 🎃

Send ‘Trick or Treat!  🎃’ to my inbox and I’ll give you a treat! This could be: a promo graphic, icons, an aesthetic graphicof your muse, a drabble, a photoset of our muses together,a moodboard based on one of our threads, or some othergoodie! Happy Halloween!  Let’s celebrate!

[cxptisanarchive]

People you should be following if you’re not already:

@youabandonedusall

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marveladdicts

@agentxiii

dailymarvel

@dontcallmerupert

@miraclewings

@fasciinating

@colonelwhizbang

[butlerrisms]

@miraclewings

“stealing cookies again, I see?”

[sonofsuperman]

✦*⋆ @miraclewings called out for superboy. (x)

     ❝ 'cause Damian doesn’t wanna go trick or trickin’ with           me !  ❞

     The high-pitched voice of Jon echoed throughout the whole batcave, its source coming from the middle of the glass displays and moving slowly to the closets. Sounds of metal clanging against the floor followed his voice, weapons being lightly thrown down as the boy of steel searched closet after closet. It’s been half an hour or so since he’s started searching for his Halloween costume and though normally he’d stitch his own costume, just like last year’s Superboy (Kon’s old leather jacket costume), now that he had access to the original, he’d be a fool not to borrow it.

     ❝ How ‘bout this ? ❞

Jon slowly walked out of the hallway filled with lockers, hands occupied carrying a one of uncle Bruce’s old costume and Damian’s current outfit, his body covered by Dick’s old Robin costume (that weird one with scaly green underwear that the young super’s so at awed with). His grin’s wide and stretched his cheeks, teeth pressed against each other to keep himself from snickering, his body slowly turning to turn around and show off his costume. 

     ❝ How is it ? Do I look like a Robin now ? Or should I           wear Damian’s or uncle Bat’s costume ? ❞

[nightspride]

okok i just got the meaning behind ur url and im emo now how could u

you ask how could i and i raise you a how could i  not ? 

[roguesmoved-blog]

    @spoopydickie wanted  a  starter  from    bruce  wayne

    “     let me guess, you came here because you need my     HELP     or you are telling me to stay out of whatever has brought you back into gotham,     ”     bruce said, not looking up at dick as he sat at the computer. to say that he was still feeling a little bitter as to dick’s decision to go solo was an understatement but he knew that if dick was here to ask for help, he must really need it. turning in his chair to look up at him, leaning back in it,     “     or maybe you just came to check up on me,     ”

[forjvstice-a]

@spoopydickie // starter call

    “How are you so good at acting normal? You don’t have powers, but you’re still not a civilian.”

[witchcastration]

@miraclewings || 🔮

SHE HAD TAKEN COVER BEHIND A DUMPSTER. Of all places it had to be where others threw the trash they created away, and oh how revolting the smell was! Face was scrunched up in pure disgust at the odor, yet then again it was either this or be caught by the BOY WONDER. She’s silent, breathing slow, body hunched forward ready to dash away if needed. Now the thing that keep her from going in arms waving about was that this time the BAT was nowhere to be found, and it was only the child chasing after her. 

She wouldn’t dare harm a child, that wasn’t something anyone should do really, unless of course you were one of those people, the kind that she had dealt with in her younger years. In her mindset there was a special place in hell for those kind of people, the same special place was where Batman would go too, after all he was sticking children in this position where the possibilities were endless. They could get hurt terribly, or even killed. What in all seven hells was the man thinking? It was almost as if he enjoyed stripping them of their childhood to throw them into the field. 

There’s a pause, she hears him, the footsteps dragging through the puddle. Mind goes silent, even the voice of The Other goes quiet. She should run, yet she doesn’t. She won’t hurt him, and there’s a possibility he knows that, between them it’s just a game of hide and seek. Head looks up, the boy is before her, if you look closely you can see the compassion in her eyes. Brandish won’t dare lay a finger on him, somehow she would end up thinking of her own children, and we all know she wouldn’t touch them in a manner that wasn’t loving.

“...is he at least good to you, the Batman? He takes care of you right?”

[greaselungs]

you?? are the light of my life?? kc? ? i fucking adore mallory. so much. y'know why? she's put together. she's developed. she's interesting and she's bad; she knows just how to get dickie boy flustered. the way you've built her and molded her into a very amazing original character constantly has me awe stricken. not to mention your writing is flawless. the way you incorporate her demeanor into the flow of your words and the description you add is without a doubt one of my favorites. ( pt. 1 )

( pt.2 ) not to mention you as a person is good. you’re so fun to talk to and im blessed that xan recommended you to me bc !!! you’re so funny, so talented, and deserve Good Things. not to mention the fact you refuse to take shit from anyone and you will literally slay people over a lit flame? ? ur so inspiriting and ily bye

i don’t have words   for how much this truly means to me ? ? thank you sm bbie. i love u sm ! ! 

[snappedwings]

✖ + skull. you know what i'm talking about. (;

          “ don’t. “ his voice is firm, bitter. it is sparked when fingers brush against temple, gently moving the hair from his eye in an attempt to get a better look at where skull had once split. it wasn’t often that he left his small apartment for things unrelated to his… profession. but it would be his luck to run into the other, for marred skin to be recognized & former kin try to wrap his mind around the remenants of death upon jason’s skin.

it was hard enough, really — looking at a freckled face to see so many reminders of what he was. why he should be dead — why he had been. it is hard to keep his rage from crawling up his throat & lashing out at the other for thinking he had any right to reach out, to look at him so meticulously, to let that recognization cross his features & make itself known to the world. it made another feeling stir; the same feeling a child had once had, a boy with soft hands & bruised shins, one who clung to the smile of a mother who would not live to see morning. the feeling of being trapped beneath pity that splintered into his skin, the feeling that spilled from the lips of angels jason so desperately wanted to fall. 

could dick see how he trembled? subtle yet more apparent than jason wanted to admit. there was a rush of blood that felt as though it had been caught in his throat. over & over he would relive it. the fire, the explosion, the moments he had been able to feel — then the dark. then the chaos. then the light. but with the light, came shadows — shadows that he had scurried to upon realizing that the light was too bright. the very same light that dick grayson seemed to bathe in. ghosts of the past had torn jason apart time & time again, just as flesh had once been destroyed & singed & he could here a chorus of laughter — the same laugh over & over again, cutting through any chance he had at salvation. reminding him why the path he walked was the path he should. 

cognac gaze falls to the ground & he pushes the other’s hand away from his face. eyes shut for half a moment as he finds his breath — breath that he forces from his lungs in a frustrated sigh, “ just — don’t. “

touch jason’s scars! // accepting.

[batisms]

♚   —–  @miraclewings  ♥ ‘d   for  a  starter.

             a blue gaze lingers on the black print, scanning over each sentence of the ɢᴏᴛʜᴀᴍ ɢᴀᴢᴇᴛᴛᴇ bruce just picked up before coming here to the park to perch himself on a bench to indulge in the latest news around the city. even if some of the things aren’t very enjoyable at all, some that even fuel the burning in his heart to help the citizens he reads about even if alfred has told him countless times not to read the paper since he knows the boy can’t handle the negative news around the city. at least there’s something nice, something about all of the animals in the local animal shelter getting adopted. bruce continues reading, but it’s after a few minutes he finally senses he hasn’t been imagining someone boring a hole through him. glances and whispers are normal for him, but sometimes he wishes people would mind their business. and sometimes he even tells them to, like now as he lowers the paper. indeed catching their gaze and his locking with theirs. a beat before the boy then speaks, 

                                                  “it’s not polite to stare.”

[americanalien-a-blog]

@miraclewings

“Are you sure this is a good idea?”

[inncrbcast]

This was something he had wanted to see for some time now.

His lame excuse of a leader had always pretended to be the tough guy and it had honestly pissed him off at times - especially because he would put him down if things didn’t run smoothly once he tried to get into the action as well.

He approached Robin, a mocking sneer on his face. “What’s wrong, Robin? Are you getting soft?”

Seeing his leader crouched on the ground was worth a snapshot.

“Well, not soft enough but I can change that,” he added before charging at him as a gorilla and swinging his fists towards him.

@miraclewings

[offearitself]

" i've had enough. "

PVRIS: White Noise - Thanks @miraclewings! - Accepting

“Have you?” Jonathan drawled, his curiosity instantly piqued by the B.oy W.onder’s declaration, for the Master of Fear could admittedly appreciate bravery (though the S.carecrow was hardly about to lower his guard). “Because I don’t think you’ve screamed nearly enough today, R.obin. Why don’t you relax and take another dose of your medicine until B.atman comes to bring you home?”

Without a moment of hesitation, Jonathan’s hand rose up, the gas canister always hidden up his sleeve opening. “Just relax and breathe in.”