#oncegreatness

[enignoema]

@oncegreatness ;Cont

"It's refreshing, isn't it?" He laughs in return, leaning back against the wall behind him, flicking cigarette ash down to the dingy alley below. "Before meeting you I couldn't really relate to anyone. I mean there's Batman, but it's not the same,- we may relate on an intellectual level but there's still quite a distance between us. But you..."

It's strange. Edward has truly gone through his entire life feeling like an outsider looking in. He's long since accepted he was singular, that he simply wasn't meant to relate to such dull creatures, but meeting Basil and feeling such an instant understanding had changed that. Of course, there was something to be said about relating more to Gotham's monsters then it's citizens, but it was nice nonetheless.

"It's just nice to have someone who actually gets it for once, you know? And the fact that you're intelligent sure as hell helps too."

[babydxhl]

@oncegreatness | continued from x.

"'We all are men, in our own natures frail,'" she murmurs. "'Few are angels.'"

The glasses are leaving rings of condensation on the polished wood. She sees the rippling skin but, accustomed to it — accustomed to a thousand monstrosities en miniature — doesn't react, only scans the bar almost habitually.

Feeding him the line can only buy herself so much time.

"But no one stops anyone else from giving," she says after a beat. "Everyone giving and giving and giving, and there'll always be someone ready to take whatever you're handing out down to the very last thing. Is that human? Is that right?"

She slumps back in her seat, feels sullen suddenly, lifting her chin to look at him. "Why are we talking about this, huh?"

[enignoema-a]

👫Basil maybe? 👀 or Jon's bitch ass

- He didn't expect much of Basil when they first met. I mean a man named Clayface who is literally a shifting pile of dirt? You don't expect them to be the brightest bulb in the bunch. And yet he found himself immediately enamoured by Basil the moment they actually started talking. Sure, maybe it's because the man used to be an actor, but Ed had to admit the man had a real presence that just drew him in

- Basil is the only person Ed will let upstage him. For anyone else he needs to be front and center at all times, needs all the attention to be focused solely on him, but Basil gets a pass because as mentioned before, Ed likes watching him preform. And as long as Basil is willing to share the stage every so often, Eddie doesn't mind being a supporting role

- He's taken the time to watch several of Basil's old movies, both on his own out of curiosity and with Basil to reminisce about what his life was like back then. He thinks the effects and acting are cheesy, but hey Basil was a good looking guy at the very least

- Like with most meta humans in Gotham, Eddie is absolutely fascinated by Clayface. He thinks the mutation is terrifying and disgusting, but that doesn't stop him from being absolutely enthralled in seeing Basil work nor does it stop his curiosity

[enignoema-a]

"I've got plenty to lose. The biggest being my pride." He sighs dramatically. Besides how does one even broach that topic with the type of relationship they have? It isn't as if Batman is casually inviting him out to brunch every weekend. Something tells him it'd slip his mind while he was actively trying not to get arrested. And purposely searching him out for something like this just feels... desperate.

"Well, seeing as I'm neither a mind reader nor have I surveyed the entirety of the population, I can't say that I do know for sure." He rolls his eyes "But that doesn't mean I pulled the idea from thin air. Think about it! When asked anything about crime in Gotham have you heard anyone ever mention my name first in anything that was not explicitly puzzle or trivia based?"

The corners of his great mouth twitch. At least he'd cheered up the Riddler a little. (Why did that make him feel something warm, deep down? Was this what friendship truly was?) Regardless of whether or not Edward actually liked the answer he had to give, Basil answered. May as well impart some other nugget of truth to this situation. "You've got nothing to lose from asking." Basil blinks very slowly at Edward. "Do you?"

"Ahh, and here he goes. You think," the shapeshifter grimaces reflexively, laying a hand on the younger man's shoulder. "But do you know for sure?"

[deathiscoldbatman]

@oncegreatness, @scxttershot , and @catspittle on queerness - a brief metaanalysis.

Floyd, to say the least, is wholly neutral on his LGBT identity. He can "pass" for straight, as much as he despises the term, and will freely admit that he's mainly interested in women anyway. He's still not comfortable disclosing his own bisexuality/homoromanticism around anyone but the Six and those with a keen enough eye to notice what he's subtly putting down, simply due to how he was raised. His parents weren't openly homophobic, but he is also nearly 70 years old as of current time and even a half-century ago the average American had wildly different values.

Crane straight-up just does not give a shit whether or not anyone knows he's gay. Objectively, he never has; growing up transgender adds an almost "acceptable" layer to it, in the eyes of some, and of course he's utterly disgusted by women as a broad general and in a sexual sense and will not hide this. He'll only disclose his transgender status if it's needed medically, though.

If you ask about it, Basil is gay. Again, he grew up in the early 1900's. Times were very different, and he vividly remembers sodomy being illegal. If you don't ask, he's just one of those older, eccentric bachelors. Still, if you dig, you can find enough evidence.

[catspittle]

[Like for a (short) starter, I feel like shit so probably won't get too up to writing and as it is I have like 5 threads on Discord, one with Scarecrow, that I'm consciously ignoring because I have no muse.

I don't care enough to reblog this to my other RP blogs, but do specify if you want me to respond as Jon, Floyd [ @scxttershot ], or Basil [@oncegreatness ]. Floyd's blog is still a major WIP and my activity level on it will vary, but I've got a baseline for him down and, well, I've been writing Clayface for 4 years.]

[scxttershot]

[Only posting this here because I've got more followers on this blog still afaik. To the like 4 people who've followed Floyd and Basil ( @oncegreatness ) in the interim, and if you're still around, here's a friendly reminder. I write both of these men as gay. Or technically gay in Floyd's case, he's very firmly homoromantic bisexual and though I doubt he'll ever come out of the closet, it shows.]

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

Us Copycats Gotta Stick Together

Us Copycats Gotta Stick Together by Rune OnceGreat

All For One. One For All.

Two sides of the same coin. One siding with good, the other evil. But what if destiny wanted them to work together? Would they better society or would they destroy it?

The motto of the three musketeers. Fate would decidedly draw them together. But who are they? And what drama could they conjure?

Come inside and find out for yourself.

Words: 1908, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Hisashi, Midoriya Inko, Bakugou Katsuki

Relationships: Midoriya Hisashi & Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Hisashi/Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Inko & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Hisashi, Good Parent Midoriya Hisashi, Midoriya Izuku Has All for One Quirk, Good Parent Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Izuku Has a Quirk

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29377914

[prince-wen]

@oncegreat​:

Yes, the two men sat close together could not have been more different. Wen was nothing like Eivor had ever seen before. Well, other than at these summits but that had always been in passing. He was beautiful in a lot of ways. Soft like a woman and yet he held distinctly male features. Striking that perfect balance between femininity and masculinity. Where Eivor came from that was not so common. Not so common at all. Yet this man walked that line effortlessly. He did not know what to make of it but he did know that he found an odd beauty in it. Eivor’s eyes flicked across Wen’s face, down his neck and chest, eyeing him down rather shamelessly. Sinning again, Eivor, and in a church no less. A smile pushed its way on to his face as he looked at the other man in the eye once more. 

He sucked in a breath to answer the other but only let out a light, amused, hum as he answered himself. “When death itself does not frighten you, it takes a great deal to.” Eivor agreed. “Though, even if it were true and this- whatever they call it is a piece of their god, I would not fear eating it.” He went on. “After all if we can eat a piece of a god does that not make us gods ourselves?” He asked before leaning back against the pew. “What are you called then little bird? What would you have me call you?”

.

Countless advisors had told Wen that a strong prince must be able to hold eye contact, because to look away first was to betray your own uncertainty. That was well and good for princes like Zhao, or Xiamin, because they were strong. They felt strong. Wen did not. Eivor’s gaze raked shamelessly down Wen’s body, and when he looked back up Wen could not meet his eyes. The feeling in his belly was not one he could put words to, nor could he even tell whether it was good or bad.

“You should not look at me in such a way,” Wen scolded, consumed by a brief moment of boldness. Something about this strange, wild man awoke a fight or flight response, and princes did not flee. He knew how many regarded him: little brother, by blood or by reputation. A boy, just a soft silken slip of a thing, and it wasn’t who he wanted to be. He would be strong like Zhao, though perhaps with better judgement. He wanted to be the sort of man that could, at least, tell someone to point their eyes elsewhere.

There was no harm in looking, it was true, but Wen wasn’t a fool. He could see that those eyes, like penetrating ice, did not wander idly. And truthfully the attention was flattering, but it was also not appropriate. “My name is Wen, Prince of the Third Rank, and you should address me as such.” He would not usually be so prickly, and he certainly would not often dare to call rank, but it was clear that this man was not of noble birth, and his talk of becoming a god was unsettling.

[babydxhl]

"Put a bullet in my head before I drink gin." - @oncegreatness [hi I am, shockingly, slowly easing myself back into the world of RP]

the terror sentence starters | still accepting.

"Don't be such a bore," she tells him, standing on one of the kitchen counters, balancing precariously one on foot to reach up and into a cupboard. It's an elaborate process — one crystal glass removed from the shelf and set down, then another, then reaching back up with both hands — and all the while talking, talking just to fill the space.

"Jervis left all this stuff here. Threw out most of it, but I knew I kept this— Aha!" Her prize. She drops back down and holds up a glittering pink bottle, sealed with wax and longer than her arm.

She had bought the suite from the Hatter six months prior, mostly for the view — one wide glass wall in the living room gave one a clear look at the shining lights of Gotham's theatre district, the marquees and neon signs and late night crowds buzzing in and out across the pavement.

"Can you believe he bought it because of the rabbit?" She taps the little illustration on the label with a fingernail, then sets the bottle down and jumps to the kitchen floor. "C'mon. It's supposed to taste like strawberries."

[babydxhl]

@oncegreatness | starter call.

"We're no good, are we?"

She clasps her hands behind her back, dragging her feet along the edge of the gutter, tap-tap-tapping the toe of one shoe on each bar of the stormwater drain. The steady thrum of the flooded sewer — turned violent with rapidly melting snow-slush and what's left of an earlier storm — rumbles back up at her.

Too late, or too early. That odd little hour where the world turns all blue, and the temperature drops as if the cold itself is trying to burrow under the skin. Mary tugs at her collar and cuffs, glances over her shoulder at Basil and the black car idling along behind, its driver behind tinted windows only waiting for her to get bored, or frustrated, or something else. I can't breathe, she'd all but shrieked, and forced him out onto the streets of Gotham's theatre district.

"Ah, we're no good," she says again, and presses her fingertips to her cheeks, shaking her head a little. The flashing light bulbs of a cinema marquee skitter across her curls. "Lock us up and throw away the key."

[enignoema-a]

From here

[To: Mint] The headache would probably be the same, but I'd like to avoid a concussion

[To: Mint] Yeah, that one place you're usually at with the shitty lighting. I'll be right there

--

He sighs, finally sitting up. His thoughts were too much. As much as he appreciated his brilliant brain he wished he could convince the loud rushing thoughts to stop. Basil could help though, at the very least he'd be a nice distraction.

He gets dressed and heads out sliding into a booth once he gets there

// @oncegreatness

[enignoema-a]

From here

"Oh come on Bas in this day and age people love cannibals. Morbid curiosity and whatnot." He carefully lights the other's cigarette and pockets the case and lighter again. "They've made so many movies about that guy. It's kind of sick. But me, I've commit the worst crime of all-"

"Being a nerd" He bursts into a fit of laughter at his own joke, but there's a level of truth in it. People hated him just for his love of riddles alone, let alone his need to know everything and be the smartest in the room "Besides, Joker's the worst person alive anyway. And far from perfect like you or me"

He hums, taking a drag of the cigarette as he considers "I never took you for a Pessimist, Basil. I don't know, I think for some people things just... work out for them, no matter what. Not for us though."

"But hey, good stories need villains, right? Batman needed an intellectual rival, and the horror movie that is Gotham needed a monster"

// @oncegreatness

[enignoema-a]

"Aside from being the worst person alive, I am literally perfect." - Basil to Ed, maybe?

"The worst person alive? Bas, I don't think you're even a worse person than me" he snorts lighting a cigarette and offering the pack to the other, tapping his fingers on the box to draw his attention to it, hoping the audio cues were enough to show the intention since Basil can't see well (or rather much at all)

"That being said, I do know the hardships of perfection. It truly is agony to be perfect in a world of rejects, isn't it? I mean, in the whole of Gotham- hell the whole of the state, I'm the only one with a grain of intelligence? It's a statistic improbability and yet somehow I'm the one who has to suffer the consequences of being the anomaly." He grins despite the dramatic complaint "My life is a tragedy, truly"

[babydxhl]

❀ lmaoooo I want to do this now but I have no photo editing software anymore. Anyways, Basil mayhaps? [Hi I am responding to RPs as a glacial rate.]

send me ❀ for an aesthetic moodboard representing our muses’ relationship.

[enignoema-a]

"One of the few people that can match me in arrogance, let alone intellect. Kudos, dear boy." - @oncegreatness [for the compliment thing]

Make Eddie feel loved (I assume you meant this one?)|| accepting

"I think arrogance implies it isn't deserved. So what if we have an ego, we've damn well earned it at this point don't you think?"