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[ ♛ ] send me a url and i'll tell you the following;
my opinion on;
character in general: how they play them: the mun:
do i;
follow them: rp with them: want to rp with them: ship their character with mine:
what is my;
overall opinion:
**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.
CMS: Um well I, um, I don’t… I don’t think Edward’s a villain yet.
505 // artic monkeys
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✦ → meme → accepting
⚕ - Patching up a wound
A hiss. Selina had been stabbed. Not like your casual,run-of-the-mill, Gotham type attempt stabbing – where the attacker just wants money and they completely miss any danger zones. This was real, and painful, and someone had attempted to kill her. Bleeding out, she had somehow willed the energy to call the one person she knew would help – Crowley. Details after hanging up the phone grow fuzzy – did he pick her up and carry her home? Did he have a car? She wasn’t sure.
Right now she was sprawled out on his couch, a needle and thread closing the gash on the ride side of her stomach. It was pure hell. Sweat traversed down her face like tiny streams. Eyes were clenched shut, fingers balled into tense, tiny fists. She needed something a little stronger than Tylenol.
❝ Do you have any alcohol I can wash this PAIN down with? ❞
Send a symbol for my muses reaction to yours...
☕ - Waking my muse up gently.
⌚ - Waking my muse up rudely.
⚕ - Patching up a wound.
⚔ - Causing a wound.
⚘ - Giving my muse flowers.
☠ - Giving my muse poison.
🔮 - Telling my muse their future.
💇 - Playing with my muses hair.
👽 - Abducting my muse.
⚧ - Suddenly changing gender.
✬ - Asking them out.
⚙ - Spraying something in my muses eyes.
⚡ - Casting a spell on my muse (specify effects please).
👟 - Kicking my muse.
🎨 - Drawing my muse.
❝ YES, actually ! ❞ it was hardly PLANNED. he had never purposely thought of how to disappoint a mugger. hell, he never assumed he’d be at the end of greedy little fingers reaching in pockets. WEALTH wasn’t something he had a plethora of ; albeit, everyone should have a GAG up their sleeve regardless. truth of the matter is ; money was kept away from him. the impulsive boy had been struck ENOUGH for him to understand he can’t ‘ handle ‘ it – in mother’s words. he’d buy DANGEROUS things or things he thought were FUNNY ( may be dangerous as well ) – all to be called USELESS. jerome’s own LAUGHTER pulls him from thought. hands come up – a pseudo-surrender. ❝ wha -at ? not funny ? ❞
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This had to be some kind of prank. Where was the money she had risked her life for? Selina ripped the wallet open again, searching every inch for a card, a bill, a coin, even an ID. She needed to know this joker’s name before she shoved him into the ocean. Sure, she was used to robberies gone wrong – who wasn’t? But she wasn’t accustomed to being played like some kind of second hand board game.
She was infuriated. Fingers clenched around leather until knuckles turned a dulled white. She carried her title of street rat seriously, and with that came little self control. Vision turned red, Selina chucked the wallet at the semi-lethal clown. She didn’t know where it landed, her surroundings began to shake, but she hoped it hit him in the face.
❝ NO. Not funny. You’re NOT funny. ❞
❛ She’s small, but vicious. Kind and courageous. A heart of gold surrounded by steel. Make no mistake, she is not the kind of woman you want to cross. She may be cute. She may be beautiful. But she will destroy any who mean her or her family harm. Then again, that’s what being an OLDER SISTER is about, right? ❜
Indie Gotham OC || Bethany Kringle Sister to Kristen Kringle Written by Ruby. [ EST. 4.25.2016 ]
✦ → ( closed starter for @bedlcm with dark!sel )
The new and improved Selina was making her mark on the city of crime. Growing out of the juvenile scene, the girl fluctuated between unofficial and official employment with new clients. Assassin, torturer, messenger, whatever paid the best, she took up. It was the kind of job that kept heart pumping, hairs spiked up from paranoia and adrenaline. Selina reveled in pleasure -- dark mind clouded with even darker thoughts that fueled her chaotic actions. She had transformed into nothing but a mass of shadows and she loved it.
A trademark -- her trademark -- helped stimulate business. After any killing, and after the occasional “interrogation,” she would drag sharpened claws through an eye or both eyes, leaving nothing but a shredded, bloody lump on some poor, unfortunate corpse. It was her thing -- the kitty had claws. A never-ending cat pun, sure, but Selina liked it. Gave her a sense of identity. Made her feel feared and loved all at once. A beautiful mess.
With all the money from jobs, Selina rented an apartment. She still roamed around -- had to maintain the street rat reputation. And she hated the idea of being tied down to some shit hole every day and night. Her temporary residence was used to keep clothes dry and weapons tucked away. Necessity. It was on the further end of town too, harder to track down, unless you were really looking. That night, she pushed the door open with combat boots, nail filer in right hand, scrapping against the dead skin cells on her left. Gotta keep the babies sharp -- gotta keep business up.
A whistle resonated from wet, puckered lips, lids sunken over tired eyes. She was ready to relax, ready to take off her blood soaked clothing and put her feel on the branch she called a coffee table. Two steps in. Knife anchored jacket pocket, she was sure it was stained from her previous job. Three steps in. There was a chill to the air. Feet stopped shuffling. Head was lifted, eyes wide. Someone was here. A sniff. Maybe a man, it smelled faintly like cologne and metal.
❝ Get out or I’ll have your corneas sliced. ❞
❝ REALLY ? ❞ vocables CRACK ; similar to when his laughter fluctuates between octaves – loud and deep and soft all in the same few moments. he KNEW selina knew gravel and theft more than she knew carpets and little gifts given by mommy and daddy. ha HA. perhaps her word SHOULD be taken. but jerome taking threats into ACTUAL, RATIONAL consideration ? TUT TUT TUT !! no, instead, the euphoria found of bound hands, lingering desperation to get away – to wriggle out of rope with nothing but scraped skin and a fast heartbeat – it was all too GOOD. too FUN. the TORTURER that’ll never leave him found it all too PERFECT. ❝ BRING YOUR FRIENDS, BABY. i LOVE a good party – i really think i’ve got the upperhand ; really, how many cats are picked up off the streets and taken home ? ❞ ( that reminds him, he should give her her SHOTS. )
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Selina snarled. Breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out. She wouldn’t let Jerome get to her. She wouldn’t surrender. There would be no white flag, the kid was determined to show nothing but strength and power. Tearing chin from touch, she shot daggers at the redheaded miscreant. That stupid fucking laugh would drive her insane.
The worst part -- the part that made the room spin and the lights flash -- was that Jerome was RIGHT. Who would come for her, really? Her and Bruce were fighting. Fish was gone. Jim was ALWAYS busy. No one kept track of Selina except herself. She was going to ROT here, labeled as another piece of street trash that was finally thrown away. Tears pricked her eyes, and she masked it with anger, green irises glistening with extreme hatred.
❝ You’re PSYCHOTIC. You’re going to get caught -- and when I get free, I’m gonna rip you to shreds, funny boy. ❞
“I love you.”
✦ → meme → accepting
Silence. What was she supposed to say? Threewords, rushed out into the air. Were they rushed? Selina couldn’t tell. Maybe they were, maybe they weren’t. Was her mouth hanging open? Was she still breathing? Mind was overcome with shock, and with the driver’s seat open, impulse took the wheel. Next thing she knew, Selina was hugging Fox, face buried in his cotton shirt. Words weren’t needed.
“i’ll do it.”
✦ → meme → accepting
Selina gave the man a skeptical look. She had to be verycareful, very tactical. She was assembling a team – a crew – for her own purposes. Things she wasn’t ready to talk about, things she needed to be kept secret. As Michael stepped forward, eyes were narrowed. A plausible candidate for sure.
❝ And what exactly are you prepared to do? ❞
send me ★ for a mermaid AU picture of our muses
using this website
three word starters
“i’ll do it.”
“please just don’t.”
“i hate you.”
“i love you.”
“you love me?”
“please stop it.”
“i can’t breathe.”
“just go away.”
“you’re an ass.”
“you’re a bitch.”
“don’t leave me!”
“don’t walk away.”
“stay with me.”
“i’m begging you…”
“for fucks sake…”
“clean this up!”
“please kiss me.”
“get off me!”
“you are despicable.”
“are you okay!?”
“don’t do this.”
“please shut up.”
“are you drunk?”
“don’t forget me.”
“you love me?”
three word starters.
did he say love ? oh, god. he said love. what the hell did he know about love ? he’s a demon, for christ’s sake. he knows pain and misery and——anything but love. that’s what he’s been told and reminded of his whole life, anyway. ❛ i mean, it’s—it’s complicated. ❜
crowley recalls his angel companion unsuccessfully attempting to explain the sentiment to him some time ago. demons don’t love. but he’d been an angel once, too, hadn’t he ? perhaps not all good feelings were lost with the fall. he certainly did care for selina, there was no doubt about it. he took care of her, offered his help when she’d take it, shared laughs that took a certain humour to understand, and he imagined she cared for him, to some extent, too. if that wasn’t some semblance of love, what the hell else could it be ? the demon offers a meek, crooked smile.
❛ if you don’t mind it . . . i suppose i do. ❜
✦ → ( important post )
exclusives / main call
if you want to be a main/exclusive with me, please message me, so we can talk everything over!!
would like to have interacted before but since I rebooted recently, it’s ok if we haven’t yet :-)
i have a bruce so far!! pls message me if you’re interested
