#nestflown

[muerteface]

@nestflown stepped in to save gwen in a fight.

alright, gwen knew when she was getting her ass kicked.    she was never exactly eager to admit such a thing to other people     [   calling for help was like admitting she was drowning beneath all this weight:     not a move easily tucked away in her usual playbook   ].     the issue with gwen stacy was that she fought like a dead girl,    like a corpse that was yet to be discovered.    SHE SCRATCHED AND BIT AND LOST TACTICS TO RAGE   ...   fury manifests in a thousand lost battles.    enter nightwing.    great,   as if she needed more impulse added into the mix.    she staggers to her feet,   ignoring the glaze of red pooling at the side of her costume.    maybe white hadn’t been a smart choice.     TOO LATE TO CHANGE UP THE DESIGN WHEN SHE WAS HALFWAY TO BEING ICONIC,  THOUGH.         ‘        thanks,        ’        she huffed,    taking his hand and helping herself to her feet.    the shifting was not doing great things for her wound.       ‘       nightwing,   meet shocker.     shocker,   meet nightwing.    YOU’LL NEVER GUESS WHAT HIS POWERS ARE.     watch out.        ’

[sevient]

@nestflown​ sent: 💋 for nil owo <3 // send 💋 to kiss my muse.

     he’s always liked the stars - the way they glitter, flicker in and out, a jittery sparkle upon his machinery. he has not yet had the chance to see all that’s out there, but he dreams it sometimes, imagines what it must be like to find himself floating amongst that nebulous ocean.

     more than the stars, even, he likes the way they shine on grayson, steady little pinpricks of light in the depths of his gaze. NIL watches them, sometimes, more than he would care to admit, how solid their hands are as they fit puzzle pieces into place and how their hair sweeps over their forehead without them noticing, barely brushes their nose when they’re focused. the moon casts silver on the cut of a cheekbone where he sits beside NIL, chin propped on his hand and eyes glued to the projector screen he’s set up before them. it’s a movie he’d wanted to watch, something he had insisted on showing NIL. he’s trying to pay attention to it, he is, but he’s distracted. his thought patterns are disjointed, a constant circle back to the same original path he had set out on.

     “ they fit you, ” NIL says, realizes he’s spoken an incomplete thought aloud. grayson turns to look at him, eyebrows lifted. “ the stars, i mean. constant, bright. as you are. ” it’s more serious of a confession than he realizes, and he stills, eyes shifting away and back to the movie as he tries to backtrack. human customs, confessions, still escape him, but he knows comparing one to the night sky, blue as the sea and just as endless, firmly crosses into the romantic category. he sees grayson blink in his peripheral, but NIL pointedly avoids eye contact. “ i apologize. that is not something friends usually say to each other. ”

     but there’s a hand, then, at his collar, knuckles brushing the warm metal at his throat. NIL's optics snap back to grayson, an inquisitive chirp between them from the back of his palate. he’s tugged forward, just enough to sway, and a mouth presses to his own, warm and very soft. NIL’s eyelids flutter, and his hand skims grayson’s waist, settles carefully to the side and over the blanket they share. it’s over in an instant, the time between one heartbeat and the next, but the imprint remains on his lips, warm and phantom.

     “ not too much, then, ” he murmurs, and grayson half-smiles, a little crooked. NIL’s gaze dips, tracks it, and grayson tucks his head beneath his chin, settles close.

     the stars wink, looking on.

[reignthem]

@nestflown​​ // starter call.

“      WOW.      ”         a   plank   splinters   across   the   span   of   her   shoulder   blades,   the   shivers   of   wood   peppering   toward   the   ground      &      snagging   the   whorl   of   her   cape   from   where   it   drapes   her   form   to   her   boots.      sam’s   brow   ticks      ;      she   whisks   a   fist   to   grasp   in   rough,   stonewashed   denim.      the   assailant’s   toes   drift   off   the   ground      &      sam   clutches   him   ragdoll   high.      her   expression   firms   into   a   maternal   sternness   that   translates   well   to   sporting   a   hero’s   mantle.      

but      ---      

“      i   mean...   seriously,   wow.      ”      sam’s   repeated   amazement   is   in   stark   contrast   with   the   thug   struggling   within   the   clutch   of   her   palm.      the   alleyway   is   abuzz   with   thrusting   punches      &      grunting   blows.      but   the   earnest   appreciation   for   the   acrobatics   spiraling   past   her   in   blue-striped   grace   tumbles   from   her   lips   with   the   same   ease   with   which   she   now   hitches   her   captive   henchman   onto   a   spare   hook   picking   out   from   the   building’s   bricked   side.      “      how   long   did   it   take   you   to   learn   all   those   flips      &      tricks,   because   right   now   i’m   kind   of   just   ...      CRASHING   IN      &      praying   for   the   best.      it   seems   to   be   working,   but   something   tells   me   i’d   do   better   making   nice   with   local   businesses   if   i   stopped   peeling   their   doors   off   the   hinges.      ”   

[symbiiotic]

i love how much i can like mentally HEAR eddie & venom through your writing, & how easily and nicely it flows. you're super talented <:) <3

⤷ 𝑇𝐸𝐿𝐿 𝑀𝐸 𝑆𝑂𝑀𝐸𝑇𝐻𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐿𝐼𝐾𝐸 𝐴𝐵𝑂𝑈𝑇 𝑀𝑌 𝐵𝐿𝑂𝐺

aHHH. thank you !! one of the things i'm always trying to be mindful of is getting their individuality across without it just being a spammy mess, so this makes me so happy to hear 😭😭 i appreciate you !! and your amazing talent as well ❤️

[boywebbed]

❝ sometimes, i forget how beautiful this planet can be. ❞

       When Peter had arrived in Gotham, he didn’t know what to expect. He had heard endless stories about all the terribly creative ways people did crime in the city, but that wasn’t something that had ever deterred him before. He was tracking some stolen Oscorp technology that could be used in chemical warfare... the sort of stuff that could seriously hurt people. Peter had tracked the tech to a weapons dealer in Gotham & so he had followed them to the old city. It had not been his intent to cross paths with any of the vigilantes that inhabited the city’s streets, in fact he had almost hoped he could have finished the case without being seen outside of New York... but he couldn’t necessarily complain when he crossed paths with Nightwing while working the same case.

The two had narrowed down the list of warehouses that might be holding the weapons & had spent the majority of the night on an unsuccessful stakeout. It was almost worth it when the sun started to rise over the Gotham Harbor. It was beautiful to see the way the light reflected off the water, bathing the city in ethereal light. It made the old brick & stone of the buildings seem sturdier, taller. Peter knew it was only a fraction of the majesty that ignited Gothamites’ pride in their city.

     “  Our planet does have it’s perks. “ Peter says this in awe as the sun continues to rise, breaking the dawn with an array of oranges & pinks & blues. He can’t help but crack a small smirk under his mask, “ The people can be pretty alright too. “

           invincible || accepting!

[sunclose]

@nestflown​ [  starter call  ] 

“      i’d   GET   DOWN   if   i   were   you.      ”   

[buglesgirlfriday]

" i thought i told you to stay put?! "

dangerous situation meme

Grayson had been clear and Betty wasn’t stupid, she knew her presence could be distracting or detrimental. Enough movies had made the point that untrained people in hostile situations quickly became hostages or injured that she’d considered listening to him but then the silence as she waited had gotten the best of her.

“Then reply on the comms next time!” She yells back, hoping there wouldn’t actually be a next time. She hadn’t known what to expect as she’d charged in, still dealing with the image of him bleeding out on the floor that her mind had generated but still she wasn’t prepared.

[jennifersmonster]

@nestflown  :  ❰❰  HURT  ❱❱  sender  is  hurt  protecting  receiver  !!

the  small,  unassuming  woman  stumbles  and  hits  the  pavement  before  she  can  process  what’s  happening,  scraping  her  forearm  bloody.  at  the  first  inhale  after  impact,  her  ribs  swell;  her  clothes  start  to  split  at  the  seams.  that’s  the  last  time  jen  goes  out  in  her  human  form  to  avoid  attention.  she  hates  it  when  people  assume  she  needs  to  be  protected.  the  only  thing  that  could  make  it  worse  is  if��  oh,  god,  no.  

green  spills  across  her  skin  as  she  pulls  herself  up;  she  shifts  en-route  to  where  he’s ��fallen,  one  smooth  display  of  power.  her  knee  cracks  the  ground  when  she  drops  down  beside  her  unlucky  rescuer,  searching  for  his  injury.  “  are  you  alright?  ”  don’t  panic,  jen.  “  are  you  hurt?  can  you  talk?  ”  it’s  okay.  stay  calm.   

[hitsharder]

“i don’t like that look, what happened?”

ᴍᴇᴍᴇ

          ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜɪɴ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴄᴇ. ❝ What do you think kid? I've been doing this shit for twenty years now and I didn't come here to be disrespected by some snot-nosed brat. ❞

[forevertheoutsiider]

WHO ARE YOU? 

TIRED.  Whatever it is, you don't want it anymore. You want to lay down with the pain, you want the  PAIN to leave you quietly as you sleep. As you rest. Fighting is hard, giving up is hard too. You feel like you can't do either. You don't know what you need, even this question feels overwhelming. The word need scares you, it ties you down. You crave liberty from necessity.

TAGGED BY. @coivi TAGGING.  @nestflown @becomelions @dealtricks @deathlessdamned @innerwar @fangsforhire​ and anyone else who sees this. 

[batcowmaster]

If Spideybutt ( @webdget ) comes through the door I’m gonna kick his ass.

@nestflown​

[reignthem]

𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐃𝐎 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔

because you feel warm

falling in love with you is like waking up from a nap well rested. like sitting at a beach and dangling your feet in the water as you tilt your face back at the sun

tagged by: @theseys​ 

tagging: @danviers​ ; @nestflown​ ; @shelassos​ ; @natchics​ ; @girlofsteel​ ; @prxttybrd​ ;  @thatslayer​ ;  & you!

[symbiiotic]

𝐷𝑂 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝐾𝑁𝑂𝑊 𝐻𝑂𝑊 𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐷 𝐼𝑇 𝐼𝑆 𝑇𝑂 𝐵𝐸 𝑇𝑂𝑈𝐺𝐻 𝑊𝐻𝐸𝑁 𝑌𝑂𝑈'𝑅𝐸 𝐻𝑂𝐿𝐷𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐴 𝑃𝐼𝑁𝐾 𝐶𝑈𝑃𝐶𝐴𝐾𝐸 𝐻𝑂𝐿𝐷𝐸𝑅 𝐼𝑁 𝑌𝑂𝑈𝑅 𝐻𝐴𝑁𝐷?        /        @nestflown​​

"  I  MEAN  ——  if  we're  talkin'  about  that  specific  situation,  can't  say  I  know  it  intimately,  but,  y'know,  I  get  the  idea.  "  He  gives  a  wry  grin.  "  And  hey,  could  be  worse.  It  could  be  worse.  Could  be  the  actual  pink  cupcakes,  though  then  y'might  could  just  distract  the  bad  guys  with  baked  goods.  "

[  𝚆𝙴  𝚆𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳  𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻  𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺  𝚃𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷  𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷  𝙼𝙾𝚄𝙽𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚂  𝙾𝙵  𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙺  𝙲𝚄𝙿𝙲𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂.  𝚆𝙴  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙺  𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂  𝙸𝚂  𝙰  𝙷𝙸𝙼  𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙼.  ]

[forcedsense]

I found an Incorrect Quotes generator and

“ Person A, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something. Person B: I saw a squirrel in a tree today! Person A, with the tone of someone who is used to Person B: Outstanding. Person A: This is what I’m talking about people. “ 

@nestflown

[nerdybirdboy]

Their fav coke flavor: Regular, but he likes Cherry too. Their Starbucks usual: Double Americano, it’s his standard at any place. Their fav non-lips place to be kissed:  Cheek. Do they believe in love at first sight: No, that’s something that only happens in fiction. Their karaoke song choice: Rancid by Radio, Basket Case by Green Day or Shadowboxer by Good Charlotte. The Disney character they feel like they relate to the most: Hiro Hamada or Milo Thatch. Their fav Disney character: Jim Hawkins, Merlin, Moana and Darkwing Duck Their taco bell order: He’s never been to Taco Bell. Their fav amusement park / boardwalk ride: None of the really. It’s not like they give him much of a rush considering what he does at night and that’s kind of the point of those rides. Which FRIENDS character would they be: (Mun can’t answer this since they’ve seen like 2 ep in total and absolutely detest the show) Their fav type of cookie: Classic chocolate chip cookies.

Stolen from: @nestflown​

Tagging: You!

[buglesgirlfriday]

“ on a scale of one to ten, how do you feel about nachos right now? ” ( hi ♡ :3c )

random dialogue prompts

There's a knock at the door. Betty lifts her head from the interview transcriptions she's been reviewing in the hopes of finding a detail she missed before. "I'm not expecting anyone, right?" she asks Razor Claws who's napping on the sofa across the room before setting the papers aside and going to answer the door.

Dick is on the other side, and really she was expecting nearly anyone else. "Oh, hey, what are you doing here?" She can't help but chuckle at his reply, leaning against the edge of the doorway. "Ooo, definitely 10, nachos sound perfect right now."