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[unbreakableprxmise]

“I’ve got you”

Send “I’ve got you” to help Diana wash blood off her body ;; Accepting!

It’s strange to her, really. Not that someone would want to help her, but the feeling of him removing pieces of her armor in order to wash away remnants of the battle. Like many others who were considered to be heroes, her body could easily stitch itself back together, leaving behind no scar– there’s no trace of her being injured except the blood that had dried there.

She’s quiet while he works the wet cloth against her skin, but she moves with him when necessary. Her hands reach back to hold her hair up and out of the way when the cloth gets to her shoulder– the spot where she’d taken the biggest of hits and, honestly, she’s fairly certain that some of the blood had made its way down inside her armor from that one– and, eventually, a soft smile graces her features when he’s back in front of her and she can properly look at him again.

“Thank you, Kal,” she murmurs as her hands release her hair and instead move to frame his face, guiding him closer so she can press a kiss to his forehead.

[sacredpyre]

. ❛ we can see the whole world down below ❜

Don’t look ! A small part of her seemed to scream as she fought the urge to bury her face against the super’s shoulder. That was what they always said; down look down, if you look down then it’s all over-fear takes over you. Oh but you’ve been scared before, another, braver part of her seemed to whisper but her gaze is still skyward. You’ve been through worst before, just look at what you’ve overcome, A shaky breath rattles her lungs as the blonde pulled her head back, meeting the stare of the hero holding her. There was nothing but kindness and understanding in those gentle blue eyes of his. There was a bit of her there two, the reflection of the gold around here irises. Everything she’s been though she had herself to thank, she wasn’t about to let that change.

 Taking another breath, squaring her shoulders as her hands traveling to grip the forearms of the strong arms wrapped around her waist before casting her gaze beneath them. A loud gasp leaving her lips at the sight.

Stars

Well, city lights. 

City lights almost too far for her eyes to see, twinkling as if they were like stars. Beautiful, rainbow stars that only a lucky few were allowed to see. Stars. Above and beneath her, almost as if she was swimming within them. A feeling she wouldn’t trade for the world. Looking back with the widest, most childlike grin she ever worn Dani Cross wrapped her arm’s around his neck.

“Thank you, thank you for showing me this. “

@ofkryptcn

[unbreakableprxmise-a]

Years had passed since she’d last seen him, touched him, loved him. Those years had been filled with mourning and attempts to move on, but how could she truly move on from his death? After the horrors she had read about before coming to Man’s Land, she hadn’t expected to find someone so mindful and caring. He had shown her that there was hope for humanity and that hope is what had helped her push forward, helped remind her what she fought for.

She was lost somewhere in a sea of people when the screens along the street began showing the footage. At first, it was a blur of blue and red, something that easily caught many peoples’ attention... but what truly captured her attention was the shot that zoomed in on the man’s features. She knew them. She’d traced her fingertips along them, kissed them, admired them. She can still remember how it felt to cup his jaw in her hands or how his lips felt pressed against her own. Diana never thought she would see his face again, not after she’d stood back and watched him be buried.

Diana doesn’t give herself time to think, that’s difficult to do when her breath is caught in her throat and her eyes have gone teary, she just does. She moves quickly, not just out of the crowd, but out of the city she had currently been calling home and into New York. Days had gone by-- maybe weeks, she’d begun to lose count-- before she spotted him.

“Clark?” Her voice is shakier than she had expected it to be as she stepped closer to the man she had loved and lost years ago. “I thought--” you were dead she leaves off, “how is this possible?”

@ofkryptcn

[astranxmica-a]

@ofkryptcn || continued from here 

      Diana understood how he felt even without the words. His face was expressive in a way that transmitted his thoughts and intentions almost directly into her soul-- she could read him and understand him like she could no human. “Kal,” she murmured in a quiet tone, “you can’t blame yourself for doing your best-- you and I, we can do amazing things, but we can not do everything.” She put her forehead to his own, forced blue eyes to look into her own. She needed him to hear her, listen to her, understand her. “Do not give into this darkness. The world needs you.” 

[butlerrisms]

@azsaszin, @streetrashed, @lilflamebug, @ofkryptcn

My muse had been kidnapped and tortured for the past week send “I’m here- I’m here, now” for your muse to save them.

“Took...took your bloody time...did ya...”

He manages to get the words out even as he strained to stay awake and not fall asleep. Even as his body ached all over from being hung from the ceiling by the chains, forcing him to stay on his tippy toes or breaking his arms. Not that his right shoulder wasn’t already dislocated from the fight he put up when they grabbed him. 

Torture wasn’t something new to Alfred Pennyworth, and these guys, they were amateurs compared to the ones he had faced as a younger man. He could take their punishment. Not that they liked that they couldn’t break him, that they couldn’t make him cry or beg. No matter the blows, the cuts, the whips, the waterboarding, and electrocution though, Alfred had stayed silent. He would endure, even as he shivered now with shock no doubt settling into his bones. The cold air sharp against his wet and bloodied form, bruises forming all over and peeking out from behind his torn blood spilled suit.

[batisms]

♚   —–  @ofkryptcn  ♥ ‘d   for  a  HALLOWEEN  starter.  

                “i was just trying to carve this pumpkin. but -- i ended up ruining it.”

[sacredpyre]

❝ My underwear are now bright pink because of you, thank you very much. ❞

obscenely domestic starter sentences Accepting

“ Me ? “ There’s noticeable hint of disbelief in the young mother’s tone as she sits aside her paperwork to point at herself as she stared up at the other. “ Oh no, no i know how to do the laundry. thank you. I believe the culprit you looking for is a bit shorter. “ She remarked as her finger pointed in a different direction, towards the golden haired child running about the yard with her favorite stuffed animal. “ Ah i think Mr red dragon wanted to go for a ride. I told you not to show her how the washing machine worked. “

@ofkryptcn

[robbing-the-hood-a]

Thankgiving

           He’s 4 when Elliot can think back to the first thanksgiving he’s ever had clearly. Gram is wrapping him up in nice clothing at the soup kitchen, picking out from the stock first and trying to get him warm clothing for this coming winter. There was plates before that they were able to eat and now it's mostly chatter and talk an a priest spreading god’s work. Elliot remembers looking up to the old lady that was like a mother but not, with her 3 missing teeth and wrinkly face, graying hair as she smiles down at him and smooths his hair down.

“Gahm.” he says, stumbles and She smiles because he getting close to sentences now and a warmth of pride fills him because she’s smiling.

  “Time to go dear.” Is all she says as Gram takes his hand, and they leave.

       He’s 4 when Elliot can think back to the first thanksgiving he’s ever had clearly. Gram is wrapping him up in nice clothing at the soup kitchen, picking out from the stock first and trying to get him warm clothing for this coming winter. There was plates before that they were able to eat and now it's mostly chatter and talk an a priest spreading god’s work. Elliot remembers looking up to the old lady that was like a mother but not, with her 3 missing teeth and wrinkly face, graying hair as she smiles down at him and smooths his hair down.

“Gahm.” he says, stumbles and She smiles because he getting close to sentences now and a warmth of pride fills him because she’s smiling.

   “Time to go dear.” Is all she says as Gram takes his hand, and they leave.

           He’s 5 when he spends that thanksgiving alone, shivering in the alleyway and cold. He had tried to wake up Gram two days ago and still she slept. He was worried because soon the soup kitchen would close and food would be gone. But she still won't wake and Elliot is refusing to leave her.

“G-guh-gram” he says, reaching over to shake her cold body. But she refuses to wake once more and Elliot shivers stomach rolling on himself because he hasn't eaten for 3 days now but still refusing to move.

      He’s 6 and is parading around as a self proclaimed hero, looking into the window sills of people and seeing families of all class come together with ham or some bird. He could smell it in the air and taste it as he ran. And there a ugly twisted emotion in his chest as he turns his back to them and leaps from rooftop to rooftop.

   He can't help ponder how its funny that he hasn't caught sight of Batman or Robin.

@flashgotthis @ofkryptcn @reckless-wildfire @thenightclxw @woolfcried @not-batgirl

               Elliot hides behind the name Rob, he’s 7 and has met both his HERO and His hero mentor. He has met Men that could bend steel and Run fast as lightning. Meets Boys that became Cats with a ruggish grin that just caused heat to his face and a nice lady that tends to his wounds once and awhile and listens to his stories sometime. Rob can't help the small smile when Flash stops by with a plastic container in his hand, a claim that he can't eat ALL the food by himself. (when Rob knows that not true.)

When Superman flies by from where he guess Batman place and wave at Rob with a “Happy Thanksgiving!” before flying off. When Robin and Batgirl start patrol later than normal but carrying another container with PIE in it and ice cream and all three sit eating. Smiles all around and jokes here and there.

Rob stopping by Dani place mid patrol and looks inside, before placing another potted plant on the outside of her seil and then leaps away. This time not falling!

Rob then finally stops in the alley where he lived with Gram and sets a small plate of turkey down, leftovers from Wally’s plate and just sits there until morning.

He can't help smiling this whole time.

               By the time Rob turns 8, He seems to be alone once more. Claws is gone, disappeared and he hasn't seen Flash in a while. Robin seems to be Gone and now a new kid has come and growls at him all the time. Street Rat to Street Rat talk. Back away from mine. Rob can take the hint. He knew he was just a cheap knock off anyway.

But Rob doesn't let this get to him and he out once more trying to do good. Try to do what's right. And there no rest for the wicked so there won't be for this “Robin.”

….It's Fine.

……….It's Fine.

    @eggplantbatprincess @jaybirdtxdd @knightvigilante

  In another world Rob is just learning who his real mother is, as the blond hair looks at him and cries, mummers of “im sorry, im sorry, im so sorry” is played on repeat and echoing in his mind. Staying with a man name Jason Todd and Training under Batman.

                     @atriumstrix @thenightstxr

               Its Street Kid now, and he’s 14 and better than he was before. The Robin an Him have come to an agreement and understand each other. They know Rob isn't a threat to him and there is a stalemate. Claws is still gone, there apartment still empty besides the time Elliot goes to clean it up. But once more he spends Thanksgiving alone and on the streets. Batgirl has came by and giving him a plate but other then that Rob focuses on moving on. Maybe go see his Nightlight.

But he gets a text and looking down he sees it Buns. And Elliot can't help the throb that goes threw him because it reads “Come over.” and Elliot is already turning and heading that way.

                Street Kid is 15, he’s fifteen and in intensive care, dreams of laughter and burning fire keeps him up at night. And his mouth is in PAIN everyday. The bandages keeping him from talking is the worst torture ever because all it does is remind him of his time with Joker.

He feels scrapped and cut open, The burns on his back are on FIRE and never seem to be able to be put out even with the amount of drugs pumping into him.

And all Elliot can do is cry and cry because he’s here, in a hospital alone once more. Spending thanksgiving and just recently he’s learning that Robin had died and Batgirl wasn't Batgirl and Elliot was just another victim in this war. And here he is. Alone.

               Elliot is 17 and he doesn't even know it's Thanksgiving. He knows that everything hurts and phantom pain lights up once more on old scars but his teacher is giving him a look and Elliot hisses as he once more pulls himself off the floor and moves into a stance. His body has grown from a small boy into a bulk of a man. And now he learns how to control and move it.

All he knows is that his teacher is harsh and strict, comes at him even harder.

          Elliot is now 18, He goes by the name Outlaw and has come back into the fold of the Bats. He learned there was more Robins, new Batgirls and that THE Batgirl was back in action. He learns that the scrappy Robin is now Red Hood.

He learns that Flash/Wally and Claws were together in Central City and Claws is now BACK.

He learns of Buns betrayal and just where his Armour came from.

He learns that Many things are different but Thanksgiving is still the same it seems. Because he in the city of Gotham once more and pulling shift until the others come out.

It's fine. It's Fine. It's Fine.

But then Batgirl comes by and smiles, and Outlaw smiles back as they sit down with pie between them and ice cream.

And then slowly the other bats come too and Outlaw is being introduced to Rooftop tag.

And it's really fine this time.

   @woolfcried @thenightclxw

   Outlaw is 19 and he’s stuck between two bodies. They won't move and let him up and Elliot really needs to pee but won't disturb their rest. The feast they had eaten hours before placing them all in a food coma. He only just smiles and takes a breath, forces his mind to ignore the urge and snuggle up closer to the redhead while claws burrows closer into his back.

He wonders what Next Thanksgiving will bring.  

SO the reason for this little dabble to grace you guys is because you ALL been so good to me even tho i kinda vanish before for some time. I wanted to write a dabble on how Rob would of spent his thanksgiving but it seem to of.....gotten away from me. 

ANYWAYS DONT LOOK TO MUCH INTO THIS! Alot of this was from his Main Vers. with TheNightClxw/atriumstrix/thenightstxr and FlashGotThis an WoolfCried. But everyone else i cant wait to get to writing with you!!! 

Happy Thanksgiving! 

[unbreakableprxmise]

😍

Send 😍 if your muse finds mine ATTRACTIVE ;; Accepting!

Okay, yes, she is blushing and tucking her hair back behind her ear as she ducks her head down for a moment. She never imagined that Clark would see her in such a way.

[urkynon]

       ❝ just so you know, the pie is MINE. ❞

               { @ofkryptcn liked for turkey day }

[butlerrisms]

@bctfallen, @vespertiilian, @sacredjustice, @capedhope, @americanasitgets, @ofkryptcn

just wanted to let you guys (and any other DCEU blogs that follow me) know that I have a multi-muse blog where one of the muses is Diana and Steve Trevor’s son Steven, if ya’ll wanna interact on there @youngheartss

[badreturns-m]

Jackalope: Tag someone who picked you up when you were down.

Jackalope: Tag someone who picked you up when you were down.

@dawnofspeed​

@hearstheearth​

@samscudder​

@ofkryptcn​ -- positivity >

[thedoctornumber11]

Starter for ofkryptcn

((OOC: @ofkryptcn))

Krypton was the name of a planet that the Doctor hadn’t heard in a long time.  It was destroyed, just a few months before the Time War had started for completely unrelated reasons.  The Doctor had visited a few times and even tried to prevent it’s destruction, unable to do so due to the nature of the fixed point in time.  So it came as a surprise when the Doctor heard there was someone from the planet in Metropolis.  Of course he had go to see it for himself.

He walked out of the TARDIS and looked around, getting out the sonic screwdriver to scan for signs of alien technology.  Of course, there weren’t any.  “That’s a bit odd,” he stated.  It wouldn’t be that odd if he didn’t know for a fact there was an alien living in the city.  He decided it would be best to head out into the city and explore when he saw the man flying above.  “Well, I think I might have found the person I’m looking for,” the Doctor grinned.  While he knew it was possible that someone from Krypton might have side effects due to Earth’s sun, he didn’t quite imagine anything like that and he was excited to find out more.

[unbreakableprxmise-a]

Ships to update on my page ;;

@astranxmica​ - Caitlin 

@astranxmica - Pamela

@timekeepxr 

@taintedcanary

@nxtsoordinary - Thor

@ofkryptcn

Please let me know if I missed any!

[butlerrisms]

@azsaszin, @gothamgod, @streetrashed, @bctfallen, @lilflamebug, @ofkryptcn

*wipes a tear* 

Alfred raised u all right I see 

well except for u, husband, but he can raise u too :)

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so basically what i’ve decided to do is make one starter post/reply and tag all of you on it, and you guys can either make it into threads or something

i figured that’d be easier since i feel like i’d just be writing 6 same responses lol, there’s only so many ways a person can respond to being rescued from captivity and torture :D