#nrth-wind

[fantasywritten]

‘ she doesn’t understand you like i do. ’ -Amanda to Kramer?

MAYBE NOT. But John wasn’t willing to admit it. Jill was the love of his life; always had been and always will be. There were PARTS of John that she didn’t understand, but there were also parts that she understood better than anyone else. Amanda, on the other hand, was STILL LEARNING.

“She believes in the GOOD OF HUMANITY.” John shrugged nonchalantly, his gaze wandering from the wall to Amanda’s face, studying her expression carefully. “But she also wants to help people, just… IN A DIFFERENT WAY. It won’t work, as you know.”

[dementedspeedster]

[ WOUND ] from Lonnie? I think these friends need a soft moment for once lol

Accepting || 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀 @nrth-wind (Lonnie) [ WOUND ]:          upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner.

"What can I say?" Thad shrugs nonchalantly as he watches Lonnie as they turn over his hand and run their thumb over one of the many scars on his hands, "It's all a part of the job." A part of him didn't want the other to worry, though he wasn't sure if they actually cared what he was doing or if they were just curious about what happened to him.

This scar was just one of plenty more across his body, he had been going hard the last few weeks, working himself to the bone and taking any job that came his way just in an effort to distract himself. And well? These new and old wounds across his hands, and the unseen one hidden beneath his clothes were the outcome of those jobs. Well, that and cash. He didn't work for free after all.

And you could tell as his hands were a mess of bandages and naturally stitched up skin, and scars that crisscrossed and ripped across his skin and would disappear in a matter of weeks.

"You know what? This honestly might be the nicest anyone has been to me in weeks." He haphazardly says as watches Lonnie's hands move across his own. It was just an observation, one that had felt obvious to him as his last week had been filled with nothing but quips, professionalism, and punching. He hadn't thought there had been anything sad or odd about that statement at all.

[enignoema-a]

And one more for the intellectual challenge for redemption au Eddie:

A digital message has been delivered! It reads >>

What kind of ribbons do politicians use?

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-🕷

He's so unbearably bored. It used to be in moments like these that he'd start working on a new project, a new crime to outwit Batman. He didn't do that anymore. Now every day was filled with these empty stretches of boredom that were sheer agony.

And then a message. He squints at the text, not recognizing the sender, before realizing- it's a riddle. He sits up straight, finally having something to do- at least for a few moments.

The riddle itself is easy. What kind of ribbons do politicians use? Red tape.

Then there's the issue of the code. They have to be related right? And the simplest solution would be a substitution cipher. The Riddle answer must be the keyphrase. He could pop it into a decoder, but where would be the fun in that? So instead he painstakingly translates it letter by letter according to the phrase- just to keep the game going a bit longer.

And finally he gets the message:

Warm greetings! I hear you're getting back into civilian life, somewhat. Come and see me sometime, if you ever want a hacker on your side. Love, The Moneyspider.

Huh. He hadn't had anyone other than Batman reach out to him before. Does this mean people are starting to finally trust him?

Well, regardless he sends a message back:

Clever. Thanks for the game. I'll keep you in mind, Moneyspider.

[hittter]

@nrth-wind: o3 from the nonverbal prompts from a certain master thief? // ∗ o3﹕ sender  places  their  feet / legs  in  receiver's  lap .

there's an immediate look of annoyance fired in parker's direction . eliot could very easily push her legs away , but he doesn't -- he simply glares at her before returning his attention to the movie playing on the big screen . any invasion of his personal space requires protest on - principal , but the thing is , there's a strategy to letting parker get away with it .

her legs make a great table for his popcorn bowl .

[playedbetter]

👋 Do you and the mun agree on something? -also for Loomis

Meme / Accepting!

"Hard one, we're practically night and day as far as opinions go on the important things. There's matters of fact, but anyone with half a brain agrees on that shit. The first thing that actually comes to mind is that a good horror movie holds a lot of value, can peel back the layers of a person right down to the core, how's that for an agreement?"

[nerdybirdboy]

A package has been left on Tim's doorstep. Inside of it is a Crocky the Crocodile plush, a small card, and a collapsed bo. The card reads:

So. If these gifts supremely suck, you can come tell me off. But I thought you might like a touch of sentimentality (the stuffed animal), and something with a bit more functionality (the weapon), to balance it out.

The bo might be a pound or two heavier than your normal ones, so if there's anything you need taken out of it, please feel free to ask. Otherwise, I've added a taser, a flashlight (with black light and strobe options as well), a small storage compartment, a smoke flare, and an emergency self-destruct protocol, which will activate a minor detonation after ten seconds post-activation. The metal is dense, so it should end fights faster.

Also, if you ever feel the need to, perhaps, call in a certain Moneyspider, tap SOS in morse with the covered button in the storage compartment. It'll send your coordinates at the time of entering the code directly to any and all of my devices that are presently powered on. Not that you have to use that, but, y'know. If you're ever caught in someone else's web, you've allies who will help get you out.

Try not to get caught by an EMP, though, or it'll need total re-activation.

Happy Birthday. -A.

birthday ask || @nrth-wind

Tim was a bit paranoid, it kind of came with the job. Before opening the package, he had to make sure it didn't contain a bomb, toxins or anything similar. Then he carefully opened it and felt himself stare at the content in surprise. Picking up the card to find out who it might be from, he quickly got even more surprised. Of all the people he had considered might celebrate his birthday, Lonnie had not been one of them.

Having read the card more than once, he then picked up Crocky. He'd seen that show as a kid, and chased a robber dressed in one. Tim chuckled. Gently tucking it under his arm, he then picked up the staff. Lonnie was right, it was heavier, but it also contained more features than his main staff did. He couldn't wait to try it out during training session.

"Thanks, Lonnie," Tim mumbled, mentally filing away to actually send him a proper message later.

[crystal-grotto]

@nrth-wind

Usually, when Sturm found a project to occupy his time, he was completely engrossed in the fiddly bits and intricacies his devices had to offer him. But also usually, the Gumm-Gumm lacked eyes watching his back without his knowledge.

Head lifting at the soft prickle of a being entering the near vicinity, crimson shifts as Sturm's head turns towards the direction his electroreception pointed him. There. Among the trees. A horned, pale entity, slight enough to seem unthreatening at a glance... But with a exploratory prod of static magic returned to him information of power.

Ears quirking as hackles ruffle around spine quills, the bull allows himself to blink before rumbling out a hail towards the stranger. 'Questions must be on jour tongue if ju are staring...'

[miss-polly]

[archaeval]

Is the cake pretty? No. But was it made via memories of home cooking? Yes. It's the thought-- and whether or not it's edible-- that counts, right?

At any rate, Rose has brought a cake and a card, which was, of course, signed by Jane, too-- it needed her approval first and foremost-- and is now standing in front of Ruby with a goofy grin on his face.

"Happy late birthday, ma'am! Hope it's a good one."

ruby's birthday was yesterday ;

RUBY IS NOT THE TYPE OF PERSON to willfully forgo a party in her honor, much less one where people lavished gifts upon her. However, she was also far too much herself to grin and let Rose know exactly how much she appreciated the gesture. Instead, Ruby lifted a brow, making a show of examining the cake, in all its homemade imperfections.

"I suppose a thanks is in order," she said, but a telltale smirk tugged at the corner of her lips, betraying how utterly charmed she is. Ruby took the cake and cut them both generous slices -- though hers had considerably more icing than his. She was the birthday girl, after all.

[redsleuthed]

Your writing is a gift to the community! I absolutely adore it! 10/10, and a wonderful mun to match! :D

what is one thing you think about the mun? @nrth-wind

THE FEELING IS VERY MUTUAL!!! It's so nice to see you online again!

[trcllhuntcr]

"Trollhunter... Tell me something." Skrael's voice lilts across the space between them. "Why did Myrddin choose a child to fight?"

@nrth-wind || unprompted asks (always accepting)

"That's a question I don't have the answer to and I always ask myself why. Why me?" Jim trailed off, sighing in confusion. A soft frown plastered across his face, "When you say Myrddin, you mean Merlin, right?" He asked to make sure, looking over to Skrael. He wasn't afraid of Skrael at all.

[dementedspeedster]

I heard Tim is just using you to gather intel on you and all your friends in order to find out their weaknesses and how to take them down.

Accepting || Send me a very scandalous rumor about my muse to see how they would react. @nrth-wind (Tim)

Thad scowls at the rumor. No matter what it seemed liked people were trying to sow discord between them. "He wouldn't do that. Tim wouldn't need to date me in order to get intel on me or my friends. He's 1. A better person than that. He wouldn't emotionally manipulate me to get that kind of information. There would be no point in us entering into a relationship in order to get any of that information. 2. He's much smarter than that. There are better methods of finding out our weaknesses or how to take us out. And 3. Our weaknesses aren't exactly unknown. I'm a speedster. Aim for my knees."

"So whatever shit you've heard about Tim? It's untrue."

[enignoema-a]

"What if, and hear me out, for this whole intellectual challenge thing, you just let me add you to my DnD group for a day?" -Tim

"And how, pray tell, would playing games with children challenge me?" Tim may be an adult now but all the robins are still kids to him no matter what "This may come as a surprise given I fit the archetype to a T, but DnD isn't exactly something I have any interest in regardless, just seems like a silly glorified version of playing pretend."

[chaosmultiverse]

Klarion is surrounded by note pads and broken pencils, trying to figure out that dang code. Meanwhile Teekl figured this out minutes ago, people had such a way of over complaining things.

[supraxstcllas]

@nrth-wind: "Harley." Batman's voice is clement and hushed. It seems to suit the occasion. "Congratulations. Letting him go couldn't have been easy."

" It wasn't. Still wanna chase 'im down just t' pummel 'im again. " she muttered, frowning rather severely before she takes a breath, shoulders slumping as the head of her mallet hit the pavement, " But I can't stay mad forever. You can get 'im, I don't care. I need a drink. "

[playedbetter]

☀ Does the mun listen to you while writing or not? -for Quentin and Billy (Loomis)

Meme / Accepting!

Quentin Quire (I'm assuming you mean him)

"Ze generally listens to me, but could really fucking lighten up on worrying about me being rude. I'm abrasive, get with the program, don't be a whimp. Nobody worthwhile is going to hate him for me being me."

Billy Loomis

"Hmm, I think he has trouble hearing me. Could work on that. Let me be a little more competent, a little more thoughtful."