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#𝗔𝗟𝗧𝗘𝗚𝟬𝗦: independent & multimedia *comics only multi-muse roleplay *side-blog.
21+ only; mutually exclusive. oc & crossover friendly. very low effort & iconless. extremely (s)low activity. narrated by d. (mobile-friendly list under cut.)
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*follows back from @speedconduit
𝗠𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗬 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗚𝗨𝗘𝗥𝗦: Artemis Nguyen ( @fatehunted ); Kyle Rayner / Dick Grayson / Bruce Wayne / Remy Lebeau ( @dramatisperscnae ); Lucille Kane ( @luscinai )
...but you know what they say about me… quella ragazza è un problema.
ind. & pri. helena bertinelli rp SIDE-blog to @speedconduit. pre-52 based. est. 10/2014 & reb. 08/2025. on the prowl by d.
I'm almost fifty percent sure nothing could go wrong.
indie, private Step.hanie Br.own rp *SIDE-blog to @speedconduit. canon-divergent & pre-52 based portrayal. 21+ only. mutually-exclusive. spoiled by D.
@datanexus
@datanexus states, "i’m an excellent judge of character."
HER EYES ROLL SKYWARD. While their affiliation–could she bring herself to label them as friends?–was mostly civil, there were times Barbara opened her mouth and Hel couldn't help but question her commander's intellect. She regards the other woman with the utmost respect: Barbara has more than earned it (and her trust) over their many months of rebuilding their working relationship; however, that last statement...
Uttering a silent prayer, Hel shifts her weight until her hip rests against the far edge of the large console. Arms cross beneath her bust as she permits an unladylike snort to sound from her twisted lips; pinning her ... boss with a lifted brow, the vigilante's lips struggle to not lift in the beginnings of a smile. "Is that so?" She drops her arms and grabs at a lone figurine, idly turning it in her hands as she watches the redhead's reaction from her periphery. "Need I remind you of Savant?"
She lets the question linger, not bothering to pick up the conversation any further as she replaces the Batman plush.
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il padre, il figlio e il santo Belucci
what doesn’t kill me leaves a pit in my stomach that never goes away
Steph posting because I love her more than anything
On my tombstone please write “Not appreciating my puns when I was alive was a grave mistake”
"family function"...? i didn't know it could do that
@inkdevourer / tim says, "Yes, I was flirting with you."
CLOUDS, once thick and dour, brighten as the first rays of the sun peek across the city's skyline. It unveils itself: its brilliance skimming along the mirrored edifices of skyscrapers and reflecting in her blue eyes as she kicks her legs along the roof's edge. She idly sips an iced coffee, determined to keep her gaze ahead of her.
She doesn't want to look at him. Not yet.
Their patrol had ended just half an hour ago, and not wanting to returning home, they linger in silence as they watch the sunrise. Breakfast was the excuse; their half-eaten meals sit, forgotten, between them. Her fingers are so close to his, but she doesn't reach out.
She shouldn't. She can't.
It had been awkward all night. They nitpicked the most basic tactics the other suggested; they squabbled over the dumbest things. Yet after every disagreement, he'd made a point to stare her down, offering a hesitant smile and saying what she least expected–a dumb joke or pun–to get her to crack one in return.
Stephanie sighs. Setting down her drink, she finally looks to him; blue eyes loll lazily, as if she's doing this naturally. Casually. Finally, she sees his profile: strong jaw, his softly delicate nose, and those blue eyes seeking hers out.
Her breath hitches.
She's just about to look away, but he speaks. It's the last thing she'd expected him to say.
Her lips part, mouth opening briefly out of shock. She closes it and clears her throat. Unable to find her voice for precious seconds, Steph responds, "I, uh..." You are such an idiot. "As if I couldn't tell..." It's borderline self-deprecating with its implicit disbelief.
She clocks the burgeoning displeasure on his face.
Gathering herself, she frowns and tucks a stray curl behind her ear. Suddenly feeling like a coward, she looks down at her lap. Her voice is grim, but there's an edge to it as she finally voices the one question that had her dumbfounded by his assertion. "Why though? Things between us are over. You don't approve of my return to Spoiler, and you made it clear after Batman's disappearance and return that..." Shoulders heavy, she sighs. "Why now, Tim?"
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@apotheotica taunts, "so the bat ensemble grew while i was out, and it wasn't just the boys, huh?" the red hood's tone makes him sound awfully amused beneath the helmet. "cute. not that cute, though, that neither barbara or bruce have told you to keep away from my turf. see, i have a strong opinion on teenaged sidekicks."
TAILING her dadbiological donor hadn't taken much effort. Heck, this evening had been off to a good start: Arthur never realized his only daughter was leaping across rooftops, following him, ready to unveil his most recent crime spree. (It was feeling almost too easy, if she were being completely honest with herself.) She was just about to enter through the skylight of the warehouse he slunk into ... but this bozo donning a red helmet had interrupted her plans.
Disgruntled at his audacity (and his accompanying condescending attitude), she bristles. If he's going to dish it, this stranger better be ready to take it.
Arms fold across her chest as she regards him with a tilt of her head; her hood hides her face and hair, but she's full of attitude as her hip juts in the opposite direction of her crown. "Uh, first off, who the heck are you? " Left hand tossed into the air, she snorts. "If you're going to try and insult me, you might want to double check that I'm aware about what you're yammering about. —Which, for the record, I'm not. No clue who 'Barbara' or 'Bruce' is. I'm not anybody's sidekick, and as far as I know, Batman doesn't even know about me."
Irritated enough to take a step towards the male, she pokes him in the chest and continues on, "So Red Balaclava, if you don't mind, I'm trying to gather clues to clue Batman in on the dude who just waltzed in." Whether her invasion of his personal space is a good idea or not, she's not completely self-aware of at present; her annoyance only emboldens her. "Or are we gonna break out into a dance fight with jazz hands for me to enter your 'turf'?"
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Virginia Gardner
Source: https://www.instagram.com/p/CSN5bhAHmaW/
I’ll paint her one day 💜
