#shepurrs

[acidcaught-a]

“ you  look  so  pretty  like  this.  “ :))))

he thinks that is the beating of his heart that's pounding in his ears. the tip of her whip scratches at his skin, circling around his bicep and hanging from something-he-can't-see on the wall. eyes, a darkening blue as pupils widen, stare at the figure over him - they won't dare move, not to even check how well she has him bound. selina must love power plays.

her knees straddle his chest as he lies flat on the bed. " you're killing me. " he mutters, and she laughs, finally sliding the rest of her clothing off of her body and onto the floor. selina runs her fingers through his curls - coffee-brown and starch white, with little greys peppering both. his teeth clench when he feels the bite, her hand now a fist, yanking at the strands until his head is promptly pushed back, chin raised. you look so pretty like this.

" you're gonna be the death of me. " he whispers, and she laughs as hips rise and fall over his face, legs spread for his lips to devour her whole. the one arm that can move curls around her waist and he feels two fingers pushing on the whip until he bleeds. ( he can't help the moan that vibrates his lips, tongue buried inside, fuck.. )

[knightwar]

Happy Daddy's Day! 📷 @shepurrs

[yasoldat-archive]

“   . . . 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍’   𝐘𝐎𝐔   𝐍𝐎𝐖  ,   the   answer   is   probably   gonna   be   a no  ,   but   you   can   go   ahead   and   give   it   your   best   shot   .   ”      he’s   crouched   ,   half   -   hidden   in   the   shadows   ,   perched   upon   a   rooftop   watching   as   the   city   breathes   and   hisses   beneath   them.   always   on   guard   —   𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿   𝗮𝘁   𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁.   james   watches   her   for   a   moment   ;   he   doubted   the   leather   catsuit    (   literally   ,   a   catsuit   )   provided   much   protection   ,   though   she   seemed   agile   enough   to   avoid   contact   altogether.   he   took   note   of   the   claws   ,   sharp   as   a   razor’s   edge   (   𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙱𝙻𝚈   𝚆𝙾𝚁𝚂𝙴   )   and   though   he   couldn’t   visibly   pinpoint   any   other   weapons   ,   he   didn’t   doubt   she   had   tricks   up   her   sleeve.

the   unassuming   were   always   the   most   dangerous,   but   she   might   as   well   have   had   ‘ dangerous ’   written   across   her   forehead.   𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃   𝐒𝐇𝐄   𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐘   𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓   𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌   𝐇𝐈𝐌   ?

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓  :   let's make a deal.      ╱      @shepurrs​  .

[riddlethat]

@shepurrs asked: “i do blame you.” more random dialogue prompts (accepting)

Edward fixes the hat on his head. The night had been a near disaster. The GCPD got a beat on them, police pouring into the museum, Edward in control of the security systems and bringing it down before Selina could make a clean, easy escape. Lasers flared on. Doors shut. Police stampeded, wild-eyed, guns drawn. 

Selina made it out like she always does. And now, near midnight and tucked in an old brownstone somewhere in Miagani Island, Edward shuts the door closed with his cane, blinds drawn and slanted. He walks up to a desk.

“Oh, do you." The chime belies his annoyance. Edward pushes aside Italian from hours before, sitting against the table. "I didn't do anything I didn't think you couldn't handle," he points out too matter-of-factly, crossing his ankles. He smiles, a second between them. "Feeling catty?" he drawls. "You still have nine lives left."

That, and the prize. 

[knightwar]

@shepurrs

cre idea isekaiusa

[danviers]

Alex’s sidearm, loaded in anticipation of an ambush ( a sudden volley, a toxic flash bang; anything classically Gotham, in lieu of the unsettling quiet ), found its way into her grasp before she’d fully registered the eerily sonorant drain - drip of rain, the scuffle of rats in the gutter — or the startling clip of feet finding an unmistakably feline footing against the wet alleyway concrete behind her.

Relief, in part partnered with a frisson of unfading distrust in the cityscape towering above, laced the bluster of Alex's breath.

" —— Some warning would have been nice before you just dropped in. "

@shepurrs gets a thing

[chaoticjoke]

I got tagged by my twin @whyscserious xoxo

Tag 10 people you want to know better @apphrodite @twcfaces @vntagetee @muutos @batisms @shepurrs @qynzel @knightnoir @quinncess @quinnzelles @psychiiatry and whoever else wants to fill this out.

favourite colour: Purple, black, red and pink

Song stuck in your head: Ghost - See the Light (Every daaaay that you feed me with haaaaaate I grow strongeeeeeeer).

Last song you listened to: The Cure - A Forest.

3 favourite foods: idk pizza, shrimp, fried chicken

Last thing I googled: katabasis (after I watched The House That Jack Built (2018) by Lars von Trier. Can't stop thinking about that movie UGH)

Dream Trip: Paris, and @whyscserious's hometown :p

Anything I want rn: pistachios and sweet popcorn

[har1een]

a side ( @crimeloyalty ) ⸺ cruel summer ; i love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard? the archer ; i’ve got a hundred thrown out speeches i almost said to you. delicate ; my reputation’s never been worse, so you must like me for me. dancing with our hands tied ; swaying as the room burned down.  dress ; i don’t want you like a best friend. mirrorball ; i’m still on that trapeze ; i’m still trying everything to keep you looking at me. august ; so much for summer love and saying us, ‘cause you weren’t mine to lose. ivy ; so tell me to run or dare to sit and watch what we’ll become and drink my husband’s wine. renegade ; are you really gonna talk about timing in times like these? treacherous ; nothing safe is worth the drive, and i would follow you,  follow you home. holy ground ; we block the noise with the sound of ‘i need you,’ and, for the first time, i had something to lose. begin again ; i think it’s strange that you think i’m funny ‘cause he never did. state of grace ; we learn to live with the pain; mosaic broken hearts. forever winter ; live my life scared to death he’ll decide to leave instead. false god ; the altar is my hips,  even if it’s a false god. lavender haze ; they’re bringing up my history, but you weren’t even listening. anti-hero ; one day i’ll watch as you’re leaving ‘cause you got tired of my scheming for the last time. snow on the beach ; you wanting me tonight feels impossible. high infidelity ; do i really have to to tell you how he brought me back to life? glitch ; we were supposed to be just friends.

b side ( @shepurrs ) ⸺ this is why we can’t have nice things ; stabbed me in the back while shaking my hand. all you had to do was stay ;  all i know is that you drove us off the road. the story of us ;  this is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less, but i liked it better when you were on my side. better than revenge ; soon she’s gonna find stealing other people’s toys on the playground won’t make you many friends. haunted ; something’s made your eyes go cold. last kiss ;  i never imagined we’d end like this. if this was a movie ;  it’s not the kind of ending you wanna see now. exile ;  you were my town, now i’m in exile seeing you out. my tears ricochet ; and if i’m dead to you, why are you at the wake?  mad woman ; and women like hunting witches too. champagne problems ;  she’ll patch up your tapestry that i shred.  tolerate it ; where’s that man who’d throw blankets over my barbed wire?  happiness ; i hope she’ll be a beautiful fool who takes my spot next to you. no,  i didn’t mean that, sorry. i can’t see facts through all of my fury.  coney island ; and do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there? will you forgive my soul when you’re too wise to trust me and too old to care?  you all over me ;  had you, got burned. held out and held on god knows, too long. and wasted time, lost tears. swore that i’d get out of here. but no amount of freedom gets you clean.  forever and always ;  this thing is breaking down ; we almost never speak.  sad beautiful tragic ;  distance, timing, breakdown, fighting, silence, the train runs off its tracks. kiss me, try to fix it, could you just try to listen?  better man ;  and it was always on your terms ; i waited on every careless word, hoping they might turn sweet again like it was in the beginning.  i bet you think about me ;  and the girl in your bed has a fine pedigree and i bet your friends tell you she’s better than me. death by a thousand cuts ;  you said it was a great love,  one for the ages. but if the story’s over, why am i still writing pages?  maroon ; that’s a real fuckin’ legacy, to leave.  question . . . ? ;  do you wish you’d put up more of a fight when she said it was too much?  do you wish you could still touch her?  bejeweled ;  sapphire tears on my face ; sadness became my whole sky.  

[knightwar]

@shepurrs .

Deep Water (2022) Dir. Adrian Lyne

[acidcaught-a]

"Don't call yourself a rebound, Handsome. You're my friend. Aren't you?"

"Selina, don't take me for a fool." Harvey has been friends with Bruce for decades. They were children once. Gotham forces them all to grow up fast.

He doesn't mind. If he did, would she care? She toys with him, a cat and a ball of yarn in the shape of a man who is weak and falls for every word that comes from her lips. He grabs her hips, large hands gripping her slender frame, and fingers dig into her skin. He knows what he is. And he knows he cannot be redeemed.

"Against all my better judgment..." He grabs her, clutches, but he is the one who is putty in her claws. "I'm still listening to you." Stupid, Harvey, letting a woman play you. He inhales and the smell of her is familiar. One hand slides from her hips to the small of her back, to her chest, then to the front of her neck where his thumb rests in the center.

"Or maybe I am a fool."

[knightwar]

Selina coming back with longer hair: 👀👀👀👀

[speedprofessor]

     “ I don’t frequent Gotham, @shepurrs​ .” He cuts a surprisingly unassuming frame in his civvies compared to his more-- For the lack of a better term, dramatic alter ego, his all-black attire threatening to blend into the neighboring surroundings, “ The rain disagrees with one such as myself.”

[knightwar]

He can pinpoint when the skin breaks as it starts to hiss. He could feel where the blood pools a little against her grip and drips down his cheek. He can tell in the sizzle of resentment in her eyes where he’d unearth her own scars and buried it in salt. And while it turns her to fire, to rage, to purpose - Bruce only feels wonder in resignation. 

How much of this can she handle? How much of it can he? 

They were two beating hearts now misplaced in empty rib cages, clamoring for something he’s not even sure anymore either of them could give. But he ignores the pressing worry. He ignores that he knows this must be bad. That it shouldn’t feel this weightless to leave scars on each other’s body. The world is too big now - it’s no longer the small feral hell he had known in his twenty years of vigilante works. There are goddesses and aliens. There’s a war coming - 

But it doesn’t matter to Selina. 

She will leave if he doesn’t. She demands of him all he could give. And he is the prey in her crosshairs. Willing and giving. Wanting only to indulge in the taste he’d been savoring and thought would be lost to time. 

What is a moment to a lifetime after all?

How can he really lose her for a second time? 

Her back meets the wall with gruff force. His hands worked furiously on the buttons and the zippers, pouring kisses from her jaw down to her neck and across her chest. Teeth and lips on a plan to ruin. “ Yes. “ He answered first. “ She made me beg and brought me to heaven.” He growls, pulling back to try and get more of that suit off her. More of her for him. All or nothing. “I’ve fucked and I’ve eaten her cunt that tastes and feels like ambrosia, Selina, so many times it’s more her bed now than yours. The mattress and the sheets smell and taste like her. Is that what you want to hear?” He asked in turn, venom in his voice while his hands found her hips. His own grip aiming to bruise, to clip, to possess if it could as he ground his own burgeoning hardness against hers. Heat calling out to heat. 

The cat was away, and oh boy, the mouse did play. He answers her frank honesty with a taste of her own medicine. And her reaction is to HISS at him, face set in a snarl, teeth on full display. Her pointy nails dig deeper into his cheeks, not dragging down to leave the full effect of a claw mark, but bitting into his skin enough to begin drawing blood. To begin leaving another reminder of all the destruction they have caused each other.

She does wonder what tokens the Amazon has left behind on him, too, because there's no way the legend that follows her around is true. There's no way anyone can be that fucking good. It just doesn't exist in this world. Goodness, kindness, they're all like Hallmark holidays. Ploys to twist the narrative into something that's bullshit and made up. All they ever accomplish is making the pain hurt more when it comes. And, make no mistake, it always comes.

Her heart beats against her chest, and she worries for a second that it has grown claws, that it's gonna jump out and leave her dead on the rooftop, in the arms of a man who can't seem to keep his dick in check.

He was a terrible husband, and he makes for a worse ex-husband. Because he won't let her go. They're glued together. It hurts, yeah, but tearing it off would be so much harder.

Still hissing, still all feral cat, she rubs against his lower half, cursing his Kevlar for hiding the hardness she knows she's egging on. At his request, she thinks of their bed, that lonely place that became just another battleground for her to bleed out on. She hates him again!!! For reclaiming something for himself that he ruined!!!!

❛ Did you enjoy fucking her in our bed? Does she make you come as hard as I do? ❜ She's growling and hissing and literally spitting the words into his face.

❛ Tell me everything, Bruce. Tell me everything you did in our bed with her, or I swear to fucking God I'll leave tonight and you will never see me again. ❜ She wants him to hurt her harder. It's not an empty threat.

They both know how capable she is of leaving him.

[yasoldat-archive]

“   I   think   the   room   is   bugged.   ”

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓  :   💬      ╱      @shepurrs .

[felassan]

shepard !!

THE Shepard!!!

130+ years from now, Shepard is born

happy birthday, Commander  ಥ‿ಥ

[rosiefiorelli]

commander shepurr and her wife