incorporeal.

rules | dossier

[jercho]

 《 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲. 》

                                 ind. sel. priv.  ᴊᴏꜱᴇᴘʜ "ᴊᴏᴇʏ" ᴡɪʟꜱᴏɴ / ᴊᴇʀɪᴄʜᴏ of                                                            detective comics ( pre n-52 & rebirth )

penned by ʟᴀᴜʀᴇɴ est. ᴅᴇᴄᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 2020

                                                                ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ | ᴅᴏꜱꜱɪᴇʀ

[jercho]

i’ll be making a comeback here soon, but not exactly here. i plan on rebooting my muses on new blogs and starting fresh. because i can.

[blondeinblue-a]

i need to take a real break from here for a bit. i don’t know for how long, but i want to focus on irl stuff and graduating. i’ll still be available on discord and i’m happy to write there in the meantime with people. the dc rpc has just suddenly become a shitshow, so yeah. hmu if you want disco details. 

[jercho]

《 fightwing​ // DICK. 》

                   dick laughed, pushing at joey good-naturedly at the accusation he let   ANYTHING   phase him.                 < sounds like something a cheater would say. >              dick’s footsteps line up with his friend’s as they walk the corridor, and briefly dick wonders if anyone else is home — but the silence is all the proof he needs. it’s not like the titans are known for being particularly timid.            refocused, dick considers his options. maybe it’s just the excitement to work off some energy and maybe it’s joey’s ribbing of their last match but something pushes dick to sign            < how about both? >           with a challenging grin accompanied. 

       《  i know when to take advantage of openings.  》  an innocent shrug follows, gaze wandering sleek walls in particular interest. to look anywhere but fellow titan's face was the goal, unable to make eye contact even for a few moments. for one so skilled in the art of deception and infiltration, joey was a bad liar. to land an easy leg swipe is a given when one is threatened with the unnatural viridian glow of incorporeal attention. it’s hard not to LOOK AWAY or CLOSE STARTLED EYES. he smirks, shoulders shaking slightly with inaudible laughter and arms raise to fend off harmless nudge.  《 high stakes? i'm down. you want to set some rules?  》

[mecharose]

I love characters that are completely harmless until they finally unleash their power and then they’re TERRIFYING

[mecharose]

or, even better: totally harmless but occasionally the other characters catch glimpses of what’s underneath and you just know

[jercho]

i’m re-reading ntt and just—      vic nicknaming joey “curly” fuels me

[blondeinblue-a]

so, SO, i’m afraid i need to go on a little semi-hiatus for the next 6 weeks or so (so until april, i hope). this is how much time i’ve been given to finish all my research and thesis before i have to start editing and prepping for my defense. basically it’s crunch time and i need to prioritize that stuff first. i’ll still be here, probably lurking, but my activity will probably be inconsistent and i’m going to pick and choose what i reply to when i do get a little down time to write. anyway, i’m not disappearing, I PROMISE! i just need to be real with myself and understand it’s time to focus now.

[jercho]

《 asterbatics // DICK. 》

random asks // @jercho· ASKED : 

[ 𝚜𝚖𝚜: 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚔 🤞] 𝚒 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐. 

[ 𝚜𝚖𝚜: 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚔 🤞] 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚒 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞?

      [ TEXT : joey 🦘 ] an exclusive first listen? always. 

      [ TEXT : joey 🦘 ] what’s it about?

[ 𝚜𝚖𝚜: 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚔 🤞 ] 𝚊𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎! 𝚒 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚢𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚝.  [ 𝚜𝚖𝚜: 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚔 🤞 ] 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚣𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢 [ 𝚜𝚖𝚜: 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚔 🤞 ] 𝚒...𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢.

[jercho]

《 krygothite· // BANE. 》

OPEN 

         Bane  is  out  walking  his  pet  bear,  mask  tucked  in  his  pocket  &&  drink  in  hand.  This  was  a  good  day.

and here joe is just walking his dog, who most definitely thinks he can take on the bear.  the growl of the hound is disrupted by soft yank on leash, fingers tapping dog’s snout lightly to HUSH. 

     《 sorry... 》    clenched fist circles over chest — an obligatory gesture. the titan will be on his way now though, having dealt with one too many bears in this lifetime already.

[jercho]

@arsenil​ / cont. (x)

[ 𝚜𝚖𝚜: 𝚛𝚘𝚢 🏹 ] …𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝟹 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜. 𝚃𝙾𝙿𝚂. [ 𝚜𝚖𝚜: 𝚛𝚘𝚢 🏹 ] 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙽𝙾 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐. [ 𝚜𝚖𝚜: 𝚛𝚘𝚢 🏹 ] 𝚜𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸'𝚖 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍…

[blondeinblue-a]

so, SO, i’m afraid i need to go on a little semi-hiatus for the next 6 weeks or so (so until april, i hope). this is how much time i’ve been given to finish all my research and thesis before i have to start editing and prepping for my defense. basically it’s crunch time and i need to prioritize that stuff first. i’ll still be here, probably lurking, but my activity will probably be inconsistent and i’m going to pick and choose what i reply to when i do get a little down time to write. anyway, i’m not disappearing, I PROMISE! i just need to be real with myself and understand it’s time to focus now.

[jercho]

《  fightwing​ // DICK.  》

a soft knock at door ajar, emerald hues peer through the threshold. 《 spar? 》 tall physique relaxes into entrance frame, lazily spelling out word. 《 no cheating. i promise. 》/ @jercho 

               dick raised an amused eyebrow, looking up at joey from his seat at his desk. dick was actually planning on asking around if anybody was free in a couple of minutes, so really this just saved a trip.   THAT BEING SAID,   dick can’t just let that slide unchallenged.     < that’s what you said last time. >          he signed back, smirk playing softly on his lips. negating his words and their theorized hesitation, dick pushed up from his chair, and grabbed some wrapping tape and his gym bag.           < what’s the wager? >              he added, because with the titans everything was a chance to win something. 

      《 not my fault you got distracted. 》   lean frame pushes away from the entrance, palms flat as they swipe to the side. dimples press into cheeks with a grin — finally a chance to burn off some energy.   《 food? 》   pinched digits touch lightly to lips, head tilting in question as he sets off down the hall. joey's aware the suggested stake is less than creative, but damn, he's suddenly on the spot. a pause in step, the titan’s hands drop back into swift motion — another thought.  

     《 or … loser cleans the gym mats for a week? 》 a more worthy proposition, considering the green elephant backside that frequents floor covering’s surface.

[jercho]

《  hitsharder​ / ???  》

❝ But I just couldn’t make my words make sense to them                                              If you only listen with your ears… I can’t get in ❞         ↳  (  @jercho​ )

▌│█║▌║▌║ ➽   He let out a huff as he had to drop the big bag of dog food on the sidewalk. Looking up at his building and wondering why the hell he decided he wanted to live on the damn top floor. He looked down at Lucky with a sigh. The things he did for the people he loved. His gaze caught the younger who had to be some sort of hero with how bright his outfit was. A bad idea came to him and a pleasant smile crossed his face as he flagged the younger down with a wave.    

          He pointed at Joey with a lifted eyebrow before signing with two fights curled over his shoulders.  Hero? Thumb up fist hits his open palm as he then points to himself. Help me?  He proceeded to point at the heavy dog food bag and up at where his apartment was. 

     disheveled, flaxen curls lay plastered to a layer of sheen on young man's forehead. the light armor that rests on broad shoulders feels exceptionally heavy that evening, and he wants nothing more than to ditch it — to leave a trail behind from his front door to shower. but he's stopped short from dragging tired heels towards transport home, peripheral picking up an older man waving him down. a glance to his right and he sees it, HERO. the titan stops short, stunned and confused. why was he—a light flicks on behind irises before the thought completes. there's no hiding from anyone in this get up...might as well be a walking neon sign.

     《 me? 》    he glances around for anyone else in nearby vicinity before gesturing to himself. a sigh and joey is crossing over to assist without second thought, despite the ache and groan of fatigued muscles. what was one more thing for the day?   《 yeah, i got it. 》   a quick nod as built frame drops to hoist bag over his shoulder.   《 up? 》   chin tilts in building's direction, free hand extending index finger towards dimming sky.   《 which floor? 》

[jercho]

okay, joe’s self-imposed loneliness aside, he’s a hopeless romantic who loves making cheesy, romantic gestures. he’ll write a song for your muse or paint them a nice picture as a gift. he’ll make them a beautiful meal not just for a special occasion (like V-day), but for any day really. he loves making the big gestures and going all out, all to make a loved one feel special. joey hasn’t had many opportunities to dote on anyone and only has a couple people left in his life that he regularly shows that affection, so when he gives your muse his love, he has A LOT of it to give. 

[jercho]

@malabituin​ said: “Hello! Happy Valentine’s Day!” The woman flashes a big smile. She hands out three stems of white daisies. “I hope you have a great day today!”

    oh? tall blonde takes a surprised step back, chartreuse gaze first landing on unsuspected gift, then peering down at the stranger. gentle touch grasps the stems, accepting the white flowers with slight apprehension. but thoughts settle heavily on the novelty of receiving the blooms, something he’s never been given before.   《 thank you? 》   flattened palm touches to lips, then drops ( like a blown kiss ) , but confusion still riddles scrunched brow.  《 do you—do you want me to pay for them? 》

[jercho]

《  12thlevel / ???  》

@jercho​ | starter call

In hindsight, perhaps volunteering to go to a strange building belonging to a group vigilantes he did not know was not the greatest of his ideas. Eager to prove himself a good boyfriend, Querl offered to retrieve one of Kara’s sweaters from Wonder Girl.

It was easy enough to enter the building, as Kara had given him the information necessary to access the door without trouble. He had been prepared to explain his presence there to whoever asked, but what he hadn’t be prepared for was for it to be completely EMPTY.

He wandered down a hallway, not entirely sure where he was going, poking his head in open doorways whenever he came across one.

It took till the fourth door to find someone.

    “… Um. Hello?”

FINALLY euphoria and contentment drape across troubled mind, settling the noise within. viridian orbs dart over canvas, head bobbing softly with distant tune. lips accompany, with silent movement, the faint noise. the artisan is unaware of another presence in the tower — too absorbed in the current task ( trying not to fuck up painting this HAND ) . but he's pulled from his trance only when stranger appears in the doorway of small room, converted into studio space. lean frame jumps with a start, flicking negligible blob of cadmium yellow onto easel and canvas' edge — shit. eyes go wide and lips form an oh! fingers fumble to remove and detangle headphones that frame honey curls.  

 《 hello? 》   a hesitant wave as fingers curl into palm.    《 you are—? how did you get in here? 》

[jercho]

joey prefers not to use weapons in a fight, but when he does, you best believe he’s gonna chuck a knife at you 🔪