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@grawl1x
#GRAWL1X ⸻ also known as obscenicon, grawlix refers to the series of typographical symbols (such as @#$%&!) used in cartoons and comic strips to represent swear words. a low-key, low-activity, and just for fun multimuse rp blog featuring characters who are at least six degrees of separation from lex luthor.
Part of Taylor Presents: Frankie's Big Universe
LINKS: MEMES ⬦ ICON BORDER ⬦ PINNED ⬦ ICON CREDITS BLOGROLL: Lex Luthor ⬦ Mr. Terrific ⬦ Batman ⬦ Brainiac
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i swear i didn't eat your leftovers! well, not ALL of them. [ for steel :3 ]
" you didn't. "
oh, but he did. the leftover general tso's chicken and chow mein john henry was looking forward to finishing off had been reduced to a few nuggets that were more breading than chicken, some stray noodles, and plenty of vegetables. even if the kid hadn't fessed up, the fact that not even a super appetite could convince him to eat his veggies is more than enough evidence to point towards him being the culprit—it's the exact kind of thing a kid would do, after all.
well, when you let the fox guard the hen house… john henry sighs, unceremoniously dropping the boxes into the trash (but mainly to cover up the sound of his stomach rumbling with hunger). " guess who just volunteered to order us a pizza from titano's? that's right, kid: you did. " he places a firm hand on @metroskid's shoulder and gives it a squeeze.
" better yet, make that four pizzas; I know you're gonna be hungry again in an hour and I am not sharing this time. "
" what do you mean you're going overseas? you do realize what this weekend is, right? our big company baseball game against lexcomm! "
the chunk of plasterboard partition that designates clark's office space creaks under jimmy's weight as he practically crawls over it. either he heard his pal wrong, or lex luthor has finally figured out superman's secret identity and is using that information to sabotage the daily planet's winning streak by orchestrating some kind of faux shady business dealings on the other side of the world for one of their best investigative reports (who also happens to be their best pitcher) to cover at the exact same time as their yearly match!
those are the only two options that make any sense!
" can't ron go, instead? isn't world news more his thing? " perry didn't already give this the green light, did he? surely the chief knows what all's at stake here! " I don't like our chances without you, clark! especially since the guy who's probably going to take your position is... steve. "
jimmy shudders, much to the partition's distress. he's not sure which would be worse: losing and having to deal with lexcomm's employees' mockery until next year, or winning and having to deal with steve bragging about being the reason why they won for... well, ever.
@oftomorrow requested a starter!
toon me
made jason blood, poison ivy, jimmy olsen, peyton riley, livewire, and john henry irons. or I at least tried to make them, anyway...
" they're good kids. "
john watches the boys race each other back to the house. smiles to himself when their brotherly bickering is cut short (at least, to his ears) by the door closing behind them. " already got my hands full with nat, can't imagine raising another one, " he continues, glancing around the farm. it's not that he and lo—his wife—hadn't thought about expanding their family, it's just... the timing was never right.
john has often wondered if having a sibling would have made everything more manageable for natalie, or if it would have just doubled the grief. this usually leads to him thinking about his own sister, and he's still not sure if it's for better or worse. but he does know he wouldn't change a thing, and maybe that's enough of an answer.
" for what it's worth, you two make it look easy. "
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Happy to help a friend.
SUPERMAN & LOIS FAN WEEK — Friendship (Clark & John Henry) [2/4]
" ... stating that seventeen victims have so far been identified, including four small children, from the luthor farm massacre earlier this week. the police are still searching for alexander luthor, who has been missing since the bodies were discovered by an employee who, concerned that luthor wasn't returning their phone calls, visited the homestead and— "
jack mutes the television. he takes a long drag off his cigarette, releasing a smoke-filled sigh that ends in what almost sounds like heh. he tilts his head back to acknowledge @doctordread's arrival. " you've been enjoying your latest visit to gotham, I see, " he says, jaw muscles pulled taut like the strings that hold hers together, and returns to his previous position. what follows is begrudging acquiescence and a phrase he hasn't used in quite some time: " good work. "
gordon is dead. batman is believed to be responsible. the people are turning against their false savior. balance returns to the scales of the universe. jack taps the end of his cigarette against an ashtray before taking another puff. " I have a meeting in washington tomorrow morning with cale. while I'm gone, I want you to coordinate with wilson on the robin program. have the kids help their dear auntie adelaide, " he says dryly, exhaling plumes of smoke from both nostrils.
" they can use the exercise. you could use the company. "
𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌'𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 , 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐄 as he weaves through the crowded daily planet bullpen , carefully dodging people moving around and trying not to crush mr. white's freshly dry cleaned suit. he would have been back a lot sooner if he hadn't stumbled upon a mugging in progress and a voice that sounded an awful lot like bruce's had urged him to step in.
twenty minutes , a police report and an overly thankful college kid later tim had managed to make it back to the office building with no real good excuse as to why it took him so long to run a single errand. there was no repressing the flinch hearing perry scream his name , moving to stand at attention , clothes cradled across his arms as he looked toward the chief.
“ ah. i'm sorry mr. white. i might have gotten a little lost on my way over there. ” tim cringed to himself at the excuse , knowing full well he could have come up with something better , or hell , even told the truth if he had accepted the cop's card after giving a statement. he shifted his weight awkwardly between his feet before meeting the older man's gaze with the most bashful smile he could muster.
“ it's just . . . so much brighter here than i'm use to. easy to get turned around. ”
perry gives tim a meaningful look. you'd think a kid from gotham of all places would be better at selling a story, or at least spin one with more colorful yarn; he hears crazier excuses from olsen at least once every other week! then again, maybe perry should be counting his lucky stars he isn't dealing with another jimmy... god help him.
" mr. drake, I've been in this business for well over forty years and counting. if you're going to give me excuses, then at least have the decency to make it one I haven't heard a thousand times before, " he tuts, gesturing for tim to hand over the dry cleaning before he inadvertently winds up wrinkling his dress shirts and forcing him to have to get them professionally pressed all over again.
he'll take it out of the kid's pay if he has to, just ask clark.
" then might I suggest you strongly consider investing in a few pairs of sunglasses while you're in metropolis? " the chief says, a tinge of something that sounds an awful lot like amusement in his voice. if anybody else said that he'd spend a little more time chewing them out, but from a gotham native? hey, fair enough.
" now, I'm gonna go put these shirts away, and you're gonna go get me a coffee. then, we're gonna discuss a story I want you to cover since all my other reporters are already on assignments... assuming, of course, you feel confident enough in your ability to find it, " perry adds, shaking his head as he returns to his office.
i’m not wife material i would kill and eat you
tintin is a distant relative/ancestor to jimmy (and ipso facto lex)
@the-ventriloquizt's Peyton posting got to me
when the bag is finally yanked off her head, selina's greeted by the sight of a woman in a red dress and the ligneous lawbreaker scarface sitting on her lap. before she can come to terms with the fact that she's been had by a dummy, said dummy starts talking: " long time no see, puddycat. ya know I ain't normally one fer all dis cloak-and-dagger gimmickry, but gettin' riddled with bullets tends t'make a fella second-guess who he can and can't trust around here. "
the puppet tilts his head back and opens his mouth, allowing his partner to place a cigarette between the fixed upper lip and the hinged lower jaw, which she then lights for him. " since I couldn't rely on my usual contacts t'get in touch, figured we'd lure ya out with a buncha jewels dat're almost as pretty as little miss sugar here, " scarface explains, giving the woman's exposed thigh a pet.
" you're too good to me, honey, " she practically purrs, too enamored with her maple wood man to spare so much as a glance at the thief.
" we gotta job dat needs doin' fer a woman of yer particular skill set, and I'd be willin' to pay extra fer puttin' ya through all dis trouble. and if ya do real good, den we'll even throw in dem jewels as a nice bonus. "
the woman finally looks up at @nightstolen, her red lips curving into a smile that's as sensual as it is insidious.
" before you answer, keep in mind that mr. scarface has more bullets in the chamber of his gun than you do lives, kitty cat. "
once in a lifetime starter call.
" so you're luthor's girl, eh? good t'know he also likes his broads blonde, busty, and brainless! rich prick's got taste, at least. "
they say no visit to gotham is complete without at least one attempt on your life. this might be the first time @teschmacher's gotten it from a darci lynne farmer wannabe, though, so it's nice to know there's still some novelty left to be had in the whole experience. who knew they made tommy guns that small and still able to shoot real bullets?
" honey, I really don't think— "
" no, youse really don't! or you'd think twice before interruptin' me! " the puppet interjects, looking up at his handler while he waves his little arms about in an exasperated manner. his head swivels back towards eve. " da only bimbo I wanna hear from right now is dis one. "
" now you listen an' listen good, sweetheart: I'm givin' ya one chance and one chance only to spill it before I spill yer guts! " he waves his gun at eve with unprecedented precision, given how floppy his arms are. " what were ya doin' at johnny sabatino's club? ya little boytoy lookin' t'cut a deal with dat slimeball? sendin' his woman t'scout out da neighborhood instead of doin' da dirty work himself?! "
" mr. scarface, sir, please, " peyton blurts out, placing a gloved hand on the dummy's torso in what seems to be an attempt to calm him down.
" just look at the poor girl! she has no idea what you're talking about! "
peyton riley was born into the world of organized crime. she is the only child of sean riley, one of gotham's most established irish gangsters and owner of riley's old irish pub in the bowery, and as such, was expected to follow in her father's footsteps. as she came of age, however, sean and his criminal associates deemed peyton to be too soft, often telling her to "man up" or to "stop being a sissy." unable to use her as an enforcer or even a foot soldier, sean ultimately decided to marry her off to one of the daughters of the viti family in order to form an alliance with carmine falcone.
the viti family saw this as an opportunity to "make an honest woman" out of the wild child and party girl that was their youngest member, julia, and agreed to the arrangement with falcone's blessing. it didn't take julia long to figure out her newlywed was more interested in wearing her dresses than peeling them off of her, and the two came to an understanding: julia would look the other way while peyton played dress up so long as peyton kept her mouth shut about julia's sleepovers with her various friends.
one of those "friends" turned out to be johnny sabatino, an up-and-coming gangster who worked for the notorious scarface, one of the greatest crime bosses in gotham. johnny capitalized on julia's apparent dissatisfaction with her arranged marriage, plying her with vignettes of the life she deserved to have, one filled with glitz and glamor and a real man by her side... if only her current partner was out of the picture.
eventually, julia capitulated to johnny's promise of living the high life and the two plotted to take out both peyton and sean in a way that made it look like the result of in-fighting among the other irish crime families; that way, julia would inherit the riley's assets as peyton's widow while simultaneously wiping a major player off the board for the sabatino family to seize more power. johnny lured sean and members of the sullivans, irish enforcers of the falcones, to a church and had them killed in a staged shoot out. meanwhile, julia brought peyton to one of the riley's warehouses under false pretenses where she was shot multiple times and left for dead by johnny's hired guns.
at the same time, a turf war had broken out between great white shark and the penguin and culminated in a firefight in the same area. as peyton bled out on the floor, she heard several voices and the sound of more gunshots nearby. once the fight was over, batman, robin, and commissioner gordon arrived on the scene and identified one of the victims of the shootout was arnold wesker, better known as the ventriloquist; johnny had sold his boss out in hopes of becoming his own man.
arnold—still alive but critically injured—was rushed to gotham general, but his broken scarface dummy was left behind in the shuffle. once the voices were gone and the coast was clear, peyton laboriously dragged herself into the room, but was surprised to hear the doll begin to speak to her: " aw, no. who'd do an awful thing like dat to a pretty girl like you? " the horror of believing she'd gone crazy from getting shot in the head was superseded by the euphoria of being seen as a woman for the first time.
scarface encouraged peyton to take him with her; he promised they'd help fix each other up, get revenge on the ones responsible for putting them in such a sorry state but were too stupid to finish the job, and then they'd run this town—together.
a few notes about frankie's version™ of peyton riley and scarface:
scarface is sentient. canon attributes the arnold wesker/peyton riley and scarface dichotomy to dissociative identity disorder, but the dummy was carved from a block of wood from the blackgate penitentiary gallows and that's cursed as hell so I've decided scarface is indeed alive, though he requires a "host" to carry out his will. characters are free to react to peyton as if she's just "doing a bit" with the puppet.
to elaborate, peyton has said multiple times that whenever she touches scarface, "it's like he's inside my head." when the dummy is taken away from her and she is "freed" from his control, peyton is visibly distressed at all the people she's been forced to hurt on scarface's behalf. I'm interpreting the peyton/scarface relationship as a possession and not as a manifestation of mental illness.
in the original canon, arnold wesker is killed by the tally man and that's how peyton acquires scarface. I've left wesker's fate ambiguous for more possibilities to play with (is he dead? trying to get scarface back? does he have a new dummy? is he on the road to recovery?). besides, it's comics; nobody ever stays dead, anyway.
a fun little thing about jason blood is most people look at him and probably think he’s into classical music, lots of strings and piano pieces you know? but then he turns on the sound system in his house and your ears are immediately blasted with the likes of sabaton, powerwolf, kamelot, and sonata arctica.
