Ego Trippin (there may be a reason why)

I am so perfect so divine so ethereal so surreal I cannot be comprehended except by my permission

[destruxxon]

“No, I wasn’t meant to love and be loved” - Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib Translator’s Note: The translator of Ghalib is a little like the hapless lover who dominates the classical Urdu ghazal—full of self-pity about his own inadequacy in the presence of his triumphant, unapproachable object of desire, at once ridiculous and tragic.

Indie, mostly sfw, semi-selective. Marred by Laurance (22). Featuring Bart Allen - Impulse & Superpowered OCs carrd Interest Checker

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[destruxxon]

I'm gonna try and take break from the grind this weekend and do drafts and queue them

[destruxxon]

drop this sunflower 🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy ! let's spread a little sunshine ☀️

omgg you are so sweet thank youuuu!!

[destruxxon]

what soft romance cliché are you?

because i love you!

passionate; you are the heated moment of an argument. when the person you care for has done something outrageously stupid or dangerous. all of your pent up emotions that you've kept inside of you come bursting out: "beCAUSE I LOVE YOU!" how could they be so dense. how could YOU be so dense. you've loved each other this whole time. your love tends to be strong, and loud. sometimes it might be hard for you to express your feelings but you let people know that they are cared for. you're also hot. good for you.

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[destruxxon]

What's your choco vibe?

Hypocrite alert...well!

tagged by: @dementedspeedster tagging: @adglaciem @adflorum @hearteris @souleris @sanitatemsolis and YOU

[souleris-moved]

𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 … 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 .

private + highly selective roleplay blog for various original characters : including HISAKI , a man who dies and gets back up again despite his own wishes , and CARMEN , a musical prodigy who took on her dead brother's identity . by teddy !

blog will contain dark/sensitive themes including but not limited to death and addiction , harmful behaviour and mental illness . please only follow if you're comfortable to do so ! ( template. )

[destruxxon]

so many people have been asking me about bart allen these past few days im lowk winning

[speedconduit]

[ @destruxxon ] ⤵ i  have  a  plan.  it’s  chaotic  and  underdeveloped.  you  in?

ANTICIPATING THE BOSS'S NEXT MOVE, Wally maneuvers his character behind and after tapping the requisite quick-time event buttons, he delivers a critical hit. However, despite the high damage, the health bar remains mostly full. Quickly swiping a hand through his unruly curls, he releases a pent-up breath; this fight was proving harder than he thought...

Where the heck is Bart? Panning across the screen, he spies his cousin's character all the way across the arena's map. Idly standing. What the...?

Realizing his phone is buzzing in his pocket, the speedster drops his controller; pulling the cell free, he sees Bart's message and rapidly replies before picking up the controller mid-fall.

[📱⤴ Whiz⚡Kid ] : If it means getting rid of this guy? Sure. [📱⤴ Whiz⚡Kid ] : Just remember... if we have to restart this fight, you're carrying it next time.

a game of telephone! ⚡ accepting

[destruxxon]

Bart was nowhere near as impatient as he was back when he first made it to the 21st, he could appreciate slowing down even if it was a little agonizing. But that wasn't true for everything. Video games, for one, were still something he found himself impatiently tapping his foot about when things were dragged out affairs. Like Boss fights. Multiplayer boss fights, especially. You can't exactly go in and fiddle with the speed and graphics of a real time event game, unfortunately. And this one was long. And boring.

He's upside down on the couch, feet over the top of back rest, catching a few stray chips he accidently brought along with him in his tailwind.

[Cousin Flick⚡]: first of all i always carry! i should have to get my back checked after playing with you [Cousin Flick⚡]: second!! there's totally a way to glitch this thing off the map and we could instawin, i saw it in a video [Cousin Flick⚡]: third!! there is no third but rule of threes makes what im saying more memorable and effective

[destruxxon]

closed starter - @adflorum

Bart nibbles on a pastry, something French and fancy. He'd paid extra for them since he felt a bit bad about the inconvenience for the bakery to have to go and exchange his money. There's a couple of the decorated tarts and little cakes, all laid out on a paper bag, and he gives a glance down to them to give Talia all the permission she needs if she wants one.

"I've been wondering," crumbs tumbling from between his lips, though he's quick to catch the crumbs and lick them off his fingers. "How old are you?"

[imgaydontshoot]

One day i'll learn how to draw Bart's hair consistently

[speeedsters]

[destruxxon]

sorry i havent been writing life is exploding me

[destruxxon]

Im so busy this week should i explode

[destruxxon]

anyways im gonna clean my page does anyone else wanna be affiliates :D

[viamadlucem]

Send me “📝 + (fandom)” and I’ll reply with a character I would RP from that fandom

On a personal note: my friends, this doesn’t mean I will RP any of these characters.

Probably.

[destruxxon]

general interaction call so I'll either send some asks or write a starter ♥ you can specify muse but if not I'll choose.

[fatehunted]

Artemis had been taught to analyse, to observe. It was not a lesson she had could keep are the forefront of her mind while under duress, but her concentration had significantly improved when her world had calmed. When she had joined the team and abandoned the life her father had forced her into, her real family had shown her that life wasn't always dark. So she can see signs of those still enveloped within the darkness, even it isn't always shadows that cast it.

His eyes speak far too much for him. A child who thinks he has to bear the world on his shoulders and doing what he can to prevent whatever it is he's seen. The others couldn't see it, but that was because they didn't have her eyes, as Wally had irritably told her Bart had remarked. Her lips are pressed in a line, unmoving. Her breathing is even, simply just being as she takes in the way he reacts. Like he is acting in a way he thinks they want to see from the future. That all of their sacrifices had indeed been worth it.

She doesn't know what his motive is. She certainly isn't fast enough to see if he had intentionally tripped Barry. Wally can only see "maybe a fifth" of the speed in which they can run. Artemis doesn't know if Bart is telling the truth, but what she does know is that his explanation is incomplete. There is a degree of separation between word and discernment, and she had fallen into this trap many times. The pieces were not aligning no matter how many times she arranged them in her mind. And his immediate drop of upturned lips is all she needs to confirm that she is right to be suspicious of the newcomer.

She regards Bart with another tilt of her head. Defensive. Bargaining.

❝ Why are you trying so hard to justify yourself, then? ❞ Artemis asks. Her tone isn't accusatory—she is merely stating a fact. Her eyes notice the spoon with a glance. She folds her arms and quirks a brow as she leans back, kicking out the chair to her left and indicating with her eyes for the young speedster take a seat. She hears Brucely perk up at the sound of the chair's legs scraping across the terracotta tiles, but she ignores the confused noise.

❝ I'm not Nightwing, but I know a liar when I see one, ❞ she continues. ❝ I used to be one. ❞

She had never been very good at it. Her attempts had been desperate and argumentative, with a need to prove herself motivating her. The secrets she had tried to hide had nearly ruined the life she had carefully crafted, ready to crumble down at any moment. Trust was easily shattered, and so it was something she held in high regard. Maybe that's why she is pushing the kid so hard.

❝ What are you so afraid of? ❞

[destruxxon]

He sputters, because for all his hardened emotions, he was still 13, and he was still a little scared. He still manages to get caught off guard by her question, because she was right. If was telling the truth he wouldn't be fighting so hard, so desperately, for her to believe him. If he was as innocent as he wanted people to think, he'd just shrug off her distrust and go about rummaging through the apartment like a childish time-tourist would.

So, instead of continuing to stand defiantly, fidgeting with the edges of his gloves, he labors a sigh and sits down in the chair. His eyes are trained on the dog instead of her, finding comfort in the animals mannerisms. Perched with the heel of one boot grazing the ground, as the other finds purchase of the edge of the seat, his head propped on the bent knee as he leans forward against his thigh. Making himself small, a more comforting position in the discomforting scenario he finds himself in.

I used to be one. Bart's eyes widen, and he looks up at her almost disbelieving. His only knowledge of anyone that wasn't a big time hero like the League or some sort of important figure, was through word of mouth. "No way, are you fucking with me?" The times he's heard Artemis mentioned, it was never with the addendum of her being a liar. She was a story of bravery and strength, someone people trusted to have their backs.

"I..." A moment of hesitation, consideration, the flickering of emotion that betrayed his demeanor and showed how young and alone he really was. "I'm not afraid...I can't be! Ok, spoilers, you literally can't tell anyone else or the whole timeline could be fucked! I have to do this and I have to fix everything, so you can't tell anyone anything. What's that retro thing you guys do? Pinkie promise? You guys do that."

He sticks out his little finger at her, spine more rigid as he leans in, his voice not quite trembling but wavering with a tension pulling his vocal chords tight. "Promise?"