swear

“I know this is war, but the rest of us are trying to pretend it's a party.”

[conamorparis]

celcstivls‌:

king loved heights, especially when he could just be alone and relax. it wasn’t unusual for him to be laying down on a roof and watching the stars, or even going out for a flight. right now, though, he just wanted to feel the breeze and relax. he hadn’t realized he fell asleep until he heard some rustling nearby. he opened his eyes and saw… well, a giant painted eagle. he sat up and looked around, but only found one woman nearby. “did you make that?”

the man’s voice startled her. she didn’t think anybody else was up here, but that was her fault. she should’ve made sure–– she doesn’t have a monopoly on rooftops. the eagle collapsed to the ground in a puddle of paint, splashing all over. the paint rolled right off of her suit in beads. that was good. she whirled around and closed her art book, hiding it behind her back as her cheeks flushed faintly. “make what?”

[makomusings]

After what felt like an eternity of tossing and turning in bed, Kai decided to go up the rooftop of the apartment building. Anyone who would have known him could clearly see how tired he was from the bags under his eyes, yet here he was, walking around like nothing in the cold night. There was a figure in the distance. He couldn’t make out exactly who or what it was, but he was on guard for whatever they had up their sleeve. The brunette approached them quietly, carefully. “Can’t sleep?” He called out, stopping at a halfway between the exit and the edge of the building.

[conamorparis]

She was sitting on the edge of the building. She’d just taken out a bank robber, covered him in paint and hardened it so he couldn’t move unless anybody got some warm water. She froze for a moment, quickly closing her book and touching her face to make sure she hadn’t taken off her mask, though her braids were still fluttering about in the breeze. “Yeah... you?” she called back without turning around. She didn’t want to be rude and just disappear, but she also didn’t want to turn around and be too friendly.

[conamorparis]

she’d anonymously custom-designed her costume, gotten it delivered to the school she volunteered at and picked it up. and now she was taking it out for a spin. she’d dipped it in a non-toxic anti-graffiti coating (which would keep paint from ruining it) and she was ready to take it for a spin. she fixed her mask to her face (just in case) and opened her book on what she thought was a secluded rooftop, waving her hand over a page and bringing a (rather large) paint eagle to life with a fond smile. @celcstivls

[conamorparis]

i’m in the process of studying for law school exams (first one is friday) but i’m slowly getting everybody’s starters done! i’m sending out dms now, and if you missed my starter call, click anywhere in this sentence.

[conamorparis]

aprfctionist‌:

“They can if they put there heart to it.” He raised his hand to the boy and let the kid give him a high five. Benny knelt down carefully and picked up a basketball before handing it up to the kid so he could get a closer shot to the net, but since the net was so high, the boy could barely reach. Still he liked seeing the the attempts made and when this one swished through, he couldn’t keep himself from cheering the boys. “Woo! You’re amazing! Better than Curry! Or KD!!” He then lowered the kid who ran over to Paris. “So what’s a painter doin’ playing basketball?”

Paris smiled, giving the boys a clap as Benny cheered them on. “Hey buddy! You did so good,” she chuckled, hugging the kid who ran up to her. To Benny, she replied, “They invited me,” and nodded over at the kids who attended the school. “They bet I couldn’t beat them in a game and I couldn’t resist a challenge,” she smirked, taking a sip of water. 

[conamorparis]

like this if you want a starter!

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aprfctionist‌:

Benny laughed as one of the boys he was mentoring dunked on another. “Hey, buddy, no powers, that’s cheating. Remember, we’re trying to play fair.” He chased after the boy and then lifted him up before putting the young kid on top of his shoulders. “Now everyone has to try to dunk.” Benjamin tried to meet with these boys at least once a week. Since he worked nights, he had a lot of free time when the sun was still out. As much as he liked playing video games or working on his zord, he liked socializing and speaking to other people. Mentoring these kids helped with that and he felt good being the man that his father wasn’t. Benny looked over to a person at the sidelines. “What? Never seen a kid dunk on his haters?” 

Paris recognized some of the kids from the school she volunteered at on Tuesdays and Thursdays. She hosted an after school art club, for the kids who needed a getaway, something to do. And now she was here with Benny, tuckered out from the game they’d just finished. She sat on the side bench, shaking her head as he helped a kid dunk. “Wow, I didn’t know ten-year-olds could jump so high,” she teased.

[conamorparis]

fauxfiictional‌:

Grocery shopping on a Thursday wasn’t as weird as it sounded - Bryshere rarely had time to get anything done these days, so he took the free time when he got the chance.  With the bag slung over his shoulder, he reached for his keys as he walked through the parking lot.  The jingling of the keys could be heard as he fumbled with his car keys in his pockets.  “Got it,” Bryshere said as he finally approached where his car should have been.  Key words:  should have.  Bryshere stared at what should have been his car but really, it was now a pile of crushed metal.  Honestly, he would have feigned the ignorance and swore that this wasn’t his car but he knew that decal and that necklace that had hung on the mirror.  “Are you fucking kidding me?” The Black Ranger said with such frustration, “Really?  Really?”

Paris was just picking up a couple of things at the grocery store, a 6-pack and some sushi. She checked out and began the trek to her car, cutting through an aisle to get to where her car was when she came across the other male and his... well, what she presumed used to be his car. “Ohhh....” she gasped, her eyes widening. She didn’t know who this guy was but she felt really bad for him. “... shit... What––” and suddenly, she wanted to laugh. Not because it was so funny, but because it was so ridiculous that one minute you’re grocery shopping and the next your car is absolutely smashed. “Do you need a ride?” she strained out, covering her mouth to hide her smile.

[conamorparis]

THE ARTIST: a few facts about Paris

Name: Paris Lozada Age: 21 Power: Paint Manipulation Alter Ego: Picasso Hometown: Compton, CA Positive: idealistic, loyal, humble, creative, innovative Negative: dauntless, disorganized, temperamental, obsessive-compulsive

wanted connections:

ex-boyfriend

first love

partner in heroism

first person to discover her alter ego (preferably a best friend)

another best friend

a villain she defeated (they don’t know who they are outside of alter egos)

her muse

and i’m down to fill any connections you guys have!