#rihtual: clark.

[forgaeven1]

it's been a week since he was rejected by the teen titans and jon gets it. he understands why they couldn't accept him. first of all, he's not yet a teen - a fact damian had repeatedly told him each time jon brought the topic up, which is ironic, considering he was the first ( and only ) person who had voted him to be apart of the teen titans. second of all, he's- he's dangerous. weird, even though he knows mom doesn't like it when he refers to people with extraordinary abilities like that, though isn't he ? weird, that is ? he's not- he's not like dad, who is a whole species with separate function and is understandable, to an extent, because there are still accounts of people who were like dad, who were kryptonian. jon is... jon is a hybrid, one of the first of his own kind, and that's- that can be cool, yeah, and he's proud of who he is, what he is, but it still—

agh! jon thinks with a groan, finally decided that he's got no appetite at all for his cereal ( he knows, what a shocker ! ) and pushes the bowl away. it's silly, he knows. it isn't as if he wasn't already consoled over the event. mom had brought him his favourite dessert all week, and damian had texted him more than he normally would after they've parted ways, and it's done. the discussion's over. he's schooled himself to accept what's happened, how they felt about him, and really, it isn't entirely him, right ? the timing was just wrong, and he's young. he's got years ahead of him. they said they would reconsider his application one day. it wasn't like they were totally denying him forever and ever and for all eternity—

another groan, before jon inadvertently gives up on his train of thoughts. he looks at dad, and it's hard imaging dad never fitting in anywhere even though he knows all the story. clark kent looks so at ease now, he looks happy in his own skin. jon wants to be like that too. ❛⠀hey dad ? ❜ the ten year old call, his voice small. ❛⠀do you think i'll ever be as good of a hero as you ? ❜

@rihtual — starter call.

[failedcrown]

@rihtual said: ' IS IT SOMETHING I SAID? ' with clark kent,

It's the sweetest smiles that rot the fastest. Deep concern is written all over Clark's face, but Maeve would rather burn herself than admit that the expression could be sincere. Smiles are extensions of kindness, and kindness is a sharp weapon, as dangerous as any sword. Every episode of this show ends the same way: Nice Guy With Good Intentions Goes To The Dark Side. We all have rot in our cores; for some of us, it just reaches our hearts sooner than it does for others. That's it. A ticking time bomb. An inevitability.

❛ It's nothing you said. ❜ Because it's everything he's said. It's his smile and his smell and the way he speaks. She eyes him with suspicion that is insurmountable. She wants to strip him from his skin and reveal the ugliness beneath the sheep's clothing.

Her painted lips turn upward, and her smirk is deadly. She's mastered the art of the humorless laugh. ❛ THE PROBLEM IS YOU'RE A FUCKING FRAUD. ❜

Maeve stops. Then, she laughs some more. She's all bite and no bark. There's no warning to her cruelty. ❛ Don't you get bored of the boy scout act? ❜ Spare her. She crosses her arms over her chest. ❛ Everything about you is as real as a supermodel's tits. Why don't you do us all a favor and just drop it? ❜

[klarkez]

"sometimes death is a kindness. " - @rihtual w/ raven reyes.

had she finally come to terms with clarke's actions? raven's scream from that night still haunted her, the way her legs had buckled beneath her. clarke had watched, willing for it to have distracted her from the warm crimson that stained and trailed down her skin from her past lover - the lover they had once shared. clarke had betrayed raven, used the weapon gave to her by raven against her. she had never planned on assassinating the commander, knew that it would be almost impossible but a mercy kill had been the easiest option. tears sting her eyes, and she blinks in the hopes they would go away, but to no avail. one escapes, trickling down her cheek as a lump forms in her throat, drying out her tongue, " . . . i know. " she mutters, glancing up into the brown hues of raven's eyes, " it doesn't make it any easier though. it still destroys a part of your soul. " and she bore that, so that no one else had to.