#verse tbd.

[pavlovianpanic]

❝ i won't stop asking until you say yes. look, i'm not like those idiot reporters you see on TV or read online that don't know what the fuck they're talking about. i know there's more to this. i have copies of the police reports. i know you saw something up there, i know you tried to tell the police, and i know they didn't believe you. but me? i believe you ... or i could — if you would talk to me. i'll tell your story ... your way. so, all i'm asking for is one interview. what can it hurt, right? ❞

[petitsdieu]

@muckcourt ༊ ‧₊˚

❛ What are you doing? ❜

[citizenstarlight]

★ ╼ &. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. | accepting

"for being someone you hate, I'm sure on your mind a lot'." - @homelander-rp-blog

                 It was difficult not to think of Homelander. In so many ways he loomed over Annie like a prolific mythical figure. Despite having the whims of a self-indulgent mortal man. The fact that she still stood there was merely by his will alone. His myriads of abilities made it dealers’ choice of how he could dispose of her.  Sometimes she wondered why he just didn’t. It left a palatable thickness in the room when they were alone together. 

       A faux smile grew upon Annie’s pink lips. “I didn’t realize mind reading was on your list of abilities.” Arms crossed as she shortened the distance between them. Blonde head held high as she mustered all her courage. “What do you want?” Curiosity got the best of her, as there must be a reason for his appearance at this hour. 

[micahsawyer]

@malka-lisitsa, continued from here.

micah regards her with an equal blend of curiosity and fear in his gaze. strength like that isn't normal or human, but micah can't bring himself to ask the obvious question plaguing his mind. instead… "your cover could be better," micah remarks with a raised eyebrow. sometimes he fails to catch on to sarcasm, however much it was intended. should he be asking her not to kill him or would it be better to hope he doesn't piss her off in some way? he's really good at that — pissing people off. that'd sure be an interesting fucking game. "what'd he do to piss you off?" just so he knows.

[pjtraveller]

"Okay, first of all..."

open to anyone!

[okeancs]

15 for Nico di Angelo     |     @lightcreators

                             #𝟏𝟓 𝐖𝐇𝐘 - 𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐂 𝐅𝐈𝐊𝐄

            〝     You     can't     get     no     SLEEP     at     night.     Do     you     ever     wonder     why     everyone     is     out     to     GET     YOU     every     day?    〞     

[thecptn]

❝ now listen here, this is important— the proper way to make tea is with milk and two sugars. it should be brick red, not black and certainly not pale and sickly looking. just a splash of milk, no more, and drunk in a sturdy mug. ❞

open starter

[vandrs]

pale blue eyes observe from a distance, following each movement of feet and punch thrown. he remains in the crack in the doorway, amusement illuminating his eyes before he makes himself known, calling out, “ what're practicing for, your next brawl ? ”

vander pushes the door the rest of the way open, choosing to interrupt this practice, r e g a r d l e s s of what it's for. he raises his own fists, modeling the right stance as he adds, “ you're dropping your fists. keep 'em up. it'll give you a better starting point. and you can BLOCK a punch a hell've a lot better. ”

gntlets liked for a starter.

[pavlovianpanic]

❝ yeah, my family owns a mountain. well, like, most of it … like, the peak?? heh ... enough to call it mount washington, but it's actually called blackwood mountain — connected to blackwood pines. it's a whole thing. ❞

a whole community, or more it was. some parts thrived more than others, though only for so long — the mines were cursed, the sanitorium shut down in the 50's, and the hotel? razed down to its lowest levels in the effort to rebuild something new, brighter, and more luxurious. his father's greed knows no bounds, a sickness passed down through blood. a curse. we're cursed. i know it.

❝ we have a lodge, actually. my dad built it. heh, i basically grew up there. if you want, i could show you sometime? you might not know this about me, jovie, but i'm actually a wicked snowboarder. yeah, yeah. it's true. you'll just have to see for yourself. there's enough boards for us both, trust me. besides, if snowboarding isn't your thing, there's enough trails and scenic sights to get your fill for life. trust me. so, what do you say? you in? i could gather the gang together, get us all up there ... or it could be a more private trip? eh? just me and you?? come on, @goldcnpeaks, don't leave me hanging. you in? ❞

[petitsdieu]

𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒅 ‘𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆’ 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒆.

The vespertine's lunar wax sets any space not shaded by trees aglow. Even the tops of them are not immune. ⸺ The plunge pool where she floats the middle. The ledge rock homing all her things — a spine-cracked book, half her dressings, the wild strawberries she picked an hour before sundown, an auld lyre. The natural splotch clearings of grass so plush it feels like carpet on the naked sole — she would know.

She's a working on recursive history. Like a cowpath on bournonville's repetition. The same, the same with expecting the same results. So what do you call a change in the chain to someone wine-faced of her imperturbable state?

Certainly not madness. She knows the coruscate figure is a man and she knows he's real. In all those cooltones he sticks out from.

The song sticky in her head dims out to a stop but her somnolence swimming doesn't go with it. One venust eye on him. She pushes sapid waterfall water out of her mouth to make room for words of her own. Her sound slots easy in the eau lapping and the Full-throated nightingales.

❛ We've had the same idea. ❜ After-all, the water is not hers. It only feels like that. So it hardly seems fair to be mad when someone else has come to enjoy it.

𝑓𝑡. @prescitia

[lausticzt-a]

“ I'm SURPRISED that you're such a clean freak. ” Sardonic, her first words are cutting, idly brushing the wooden table with her fingers. The woman's razor focus diverts, a frown at her lips as she inspects; fingers still clean, void of any traces of dirt / dust. “ Why bother? I doubt filth is foreign to you. ”

@sandcrafted sc.

[careol]

LIKED : small starters / @bimother (beau)

               ❝   everyone   has   done   bad   things   in   the   name   of   survival.   ❞      the   apocalypse   turned   this   world   into   a   kill   or   be   killed   place.      if   you   don’t   make   the   first   move?      you’re   a   goner,   and   carol   didn’t   survive   through   twenty   odd   years   of   an   abusive   marriage   and   the   death   of   her   daughter   to   call   it   quits   now.      ❝   what   makes   us   different   is   we   don’t   get   off   on   it.   ❞

[belayadeath-goner]

ANDREI LUPEI: you give me such a headache. @razorfst

they always do this, the occasional playful banter more than usually turned into throwing away nasty remarks and deadly gazes. it's been like this ever since she arrived there, being forced to work together when both of them worked better alone. “ funny. i barely notice your existence at all. ” venomous tongue spat, and the blonde tossed a glance to his side. only a few more weeks, she kept telling herself, before going back and being done with this mission — rarely did she find herself longing for home, but this trip had proved to test her patience more so than the usual. the blonde moved to lean up against the doorframe, merrily in the way for anyone that should like to cross through from the surveillance room, with her arms crossed over her chest.

          “ but humor me — what did i do this time? ”

[okeancs]

                ♆                 𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐔𝐒                 ♆ @stygicniron

            𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍     𝐓𝐇��     𝐍𝐄𝐖𝐒     𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆     𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃     𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃     𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃     𝐓𝐎     𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄     𝐀𝐒     𝐈𝐓𝐒     𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄     𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐋𝐘     𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃     𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒.     No     one     dared     approach     the     demigod     as     he     stormed     toward     the     lake,     seeking     refuge     from     prying     eyes,     to     be     away     from     the     noise.     He     craved     the     SOLITUDE     beneath     the     depths     where     the     waves     clashed     and     roared,     a     sanctuary     for     his     grief     where     he     remained     for     weeks.     It     was     only     when     the     son     of     the     sea     resurfaced,     did     the     lake     cease     its     silent     war.     He     couldn't     accept     it,     he     refused.     He     cursed     the     fates,     the     gods.     He     will     take     fate     into     his     OWN     hands.

                Though     unspoken,     they     both     knew     WHAT     lured     Percy     to     Nico.     The     despair     that     once     lingered     in     his     hollow     eyes     was     gone     giving     way     to     something     far     worse     - a     relentless     stubbornness     that     CONSUMED     him,     while     any     trace     of     self    -    preservation     had     been     cast     aside.     Percy     hesitated     for     several     moments,     struggling     to     steady     his     uneven     breaths     before     daring     to     speak.     〝    You...    〞      The     word     caught     in     his     throat,     his     voice     raw     and     cracking     as     it     clawed     its     way     out,     stinging     like     a     fresh     wound.     〝    You...     can     take     me     to     him..    〞      It     had     been     attempted     before,     it     could     be     attempted     again.

[leagueraised]

he'd always been warned to be cautious where people like speedsters and people who could wield magic were involved . get roped up with them , and you'd eventually have to deal with time travel . damian , however , had always thought himself too smart to get caught up in the middle of such a mess . yet , as damian found himself sneaking through the streets of gotham decades before he was even born , the youngest wayne couldn't deny that he had been wrong .

the mask had long since been tucked away , his hood thankfully providing ample cover as he rushed through the back alleys of gotham . he had quickly caught on to the fact that he was quite far in the past , which meant finding anyone to help him was a longshot . and yet , his legs kept moving , moving steadily in the direction of the one place that might be safe : the wayne manor .

breaking into the manor proved quite simple in comparison to his time , though he supposed that was to be expected without all of the bat tech and barbara's security systems in place . he made it to the second floor without much of a challenge , slipping through a window and into a familiar hallway . even as he carefully crept through the halls , damian couldn't help but be fascinated by how little the manor had actually changed .

damian had never realized how large the manor truly was , now void of the loud chatter of his brothers and the rest of their family . damian would never admit it out loud , but there was a part of him that truly missed it . damian crept toward what he theorized was still his father's room , hoping he'd be able to find at least a change of clothing . he knew he needed to lay low , and he only hoped he could have a chance to rest before being caught .

@theirbutler

[trollamulet]

" and you let her go. let her go to make her choice, to change yourself and to be loved and you do this for her."