CODENAME:// NITELOOM

IRWIN HUGHES is a TWENTY TWO year old PANSEXUAL, MALE, HE/HIM that hails from NEW YORK. They are known as the vigilante NITELOOM with the power of PHASING, INTANGIBILITY, DARKNESS MANIPULATION. Some people say they look a lot like TIMOTHEE CHALAMET. They are DAUNTLESS but can be FICKLE. They are an inspired VIGILANTE! They are looking to maybe join the SHADOW SOCIETY.   

[niteloom]

theofficialjupiter‌ / signe.

“You shouldn’t be here, ya know. Not a lot of heroes like vigilantes.” The hero spoke, leaning against a wall. “What brings you, anyway?”

@niteloom​

“yeah, and don’t i know it. maybe that’s why i thought i’d crash,” he said, staring down into his half empty glass of bourbon. irwin gave a small smile as he looked toward her. “or maybe it was for the free drinks.”

[timo-chalamet]

I need to find a way to fill this big black hole in me. […] I still have a family. My mom has been amazing, my dad has been amazing too… I want them to be proud of me. — Beautiful Boy (2018) dir. Felix Van Groeningen

[niteloom]

i-am-titaniumx‌ / angel.

“Well, we’d want something to do with you if you weren’t doing what you were doing” The blonde shrugged “I mean, you guys kinda isolate yourself, no one to really blame for that” she pointed out “You think it’s edgy or something to want a death wish” she then rolled her eyes at the very thought. The blonde then frowned at his words and her lips set into a thin line “Listen buddy, I wouldn’t go into that with me, you don’t know the first thing about why I’m a hero” she warned.

“the reason people isolate themselves is because they’re aware of the discrimination and prejudice against them that has gone on for years. they know that it’s better to fight their own battles than seek help when it’s been turned down time and time again. they’ve accepted what it means to be alone.” the smoke around him began to fade away, leaving him in clear view. “and you don’t know the first thing about why i’m vigilante, but i can promise you it’s not because i think it’s edgy to have a death wish,” he could laugh at that. a small laugh, verging on the edge of disbelief despite how he could very well believe every word coming out of her mouth. just as she did herself. “but why would you listen to me, anyway? you haven’t so far. i’m just another street budget taskforce. you’re just another hero. we’re from different worlds. but take a look around,” he spoke calmly, soft. “i’m not the one isolating myself.”

[niteloom]

bestforecaster‌ / jason.

Jason waited until some came to help. He was glad the other was reassuring girl. Reassures wasn’t one of the talents Jason had. He had many but that wasn’t one them. When the other got into position, Jason did too. “On three! One, two, three!” He shouted then pushed with all his might. At that moment he wished he had super strength. The whole rescuing people would be a lot easier. He knew if he used his power, he would cause more damage than anything. He waited until the girl had escaped before letting. “What are you doing here?” He asked. 

the weight that befell him was lifted the second he saw the girl come out from underneath the pillar. he was reminded that the ache of the moment was worth it. irwin watched as the girl began her route to safety, a sense of relief washing over him in the midst of adrenaline running high. he let out a deep breath, as shaky as it may have been, and turned his attention to the man opposite him. “right place at the wrong time, i guess.” he spoke all too casually. “stroke of bad luck.”

[niteloom]

i-am-titaniumx‌ / angel.

The blonde pursed her lips into a fine line, she then gave a small nod- at least he had some sort of understanding at her words. “Well, you must be, otherwise you’d stop staking your life like you do everyday” She said simply, her eyes giving a slight narrow at him. “I’m not judging on what’s been told to me alone, I’ve run into so many Vigilantes who think they are the bees knees but they’re just not, they just get killed….I mean, you have to see where I’m coming from, sure you’ve not been killed yet, but you’re hardly equipped to survive for long” she tried to explain, shaking her head at what she considered arrogance from him. “I have made up my mind, I don’t really know why you think I’m going to just miraculously change my mind on the subject? It’s like people who are too cowardly to join an organisation being selfish and trying to do their own thing, I mean…I can’t see past that whole idea”

“how easy do you think it is to join an organization that generalises people like us and wants nothing to do with us?” he questioned. personally, he hadn’t thought to join either side. he detested them both for different reasons. he fought against everything the society stood for and he didn’t consider the heroes to be what they claimed. angel might have had proof, but so did he. he had as much experience as she did. irwin knew it was better to agree to disagree, but he still had his points to make. “you’re right. some of us don’t care about whether or not we play nice with others. some of us want to be on our own and still stand up for our beliefs. none of us are the same. but you can’t look me in the eye and say that we’re not a part of something because we choose to be that way. we don’t have the luxury.”

[jofizzes]

DOOR GAME||Irwen

[niteloom]

jofizzes‌ / jo.

@niteloom

Fizz was out after a man who she was sure was pulling off a Robbery. A business’ silent alarm had gone off and shed intercepted and shed been chasing this shadow all bloody night. “Got you now!” She smirked and sent out a bolt of lightening from her hand to light the area. “Alright come out and play i know you’re there and I’m VERY cross!”

irwin was no stranger to being the center of attention in a chase out. he’d experienced a handful of them in his day, most of them warranted, but this time... for once, he had no idea why he was being hunted down. all he’d done was stop a robbery from taking place. the men he found breaking into the building scattered after he was done with them. a part of him was almost certain the woman following his trail was a deluded civilian. it wasn’t until he saw a flash of light pass him by that he knew that wasn’t the case. just his luck. "what do you want?!” he called out, carefully hidden around the corner of an alleyway. irwin was anything but sure of her motives, but whatever they were, they didn’t sound good.

[bemyherorpg]

Memes!

[niteloom]

bemyherorpg‌:

Send 🙃 for things the MUN likes about your character. 🌜- For a ‘weird’ habit or tic that no one knows about Send me 🔮 for one thought your muse might hear if they could read my muse’s mind. send ♢ for an aesthetic of our muses! SEND 📔 + SUBJECT FOR A JOURNAL ENTRY WRITTEN BY MY MUSE.

irwin / eve / jude

[niteloom]

plotting call.

since i’m the worst when it comes to approaching people for plotting and getting all mixed up with who is who in the discord chat i thought it was about time i did this! this applies to all of my muses ( irwin, eve and jude ). i’m allowing all kinds of connections ( romantic, platonic, familial, etc ) in hopes of helping with interactions! so, like this post and i’ll contact you to plot things out with all of our muses, no matter how little or small that plot may be.

[waynegifs]

WAYNE + different weapons

[niteloom]

i-am-titaniumx‌ / angel.

“You don’t know that, you’re not training me” she bit back, then narrowing her eyes “How can you judge on a process you won’t even be apart of, or are you too scared to be?” she wondered.  She then looked confused as it almost seemed to look like the other was fading away, the blonde wondering if she’d been imagining him almost “Well, I have to be….” she said simply “Because otherwise I’d be walked all over and I need a voice in an already loud city that would happily swallow someone like me up”

he gave a small nod of understanding. she was right, for once, and he could respect that. the city was not friendly, not to anyone. he learned that the hard way. but irwin grew. he learned how to adapt. but his voice would never be heard as much as someone like her, so he found it better to not have one at all. it was safer to remain all bite and no bark, but that didn’t mean he lacked it. especially not when the situation called for it. “i’m not scared to be a part of anything. that’s why i do what i do.” it wasn’t a total lie. he had his handful of reasons. “and what i have been doing for years. you ask me how i can judge, but how can you judge when you know nothing other than what’s been told to you? i mean, that is what they tell you, right? about people like me?” irwin asked. although he was cautious, his resolve wouldn’t falter. he wasn’t pointed, nor was he looking for an argument. for a moment, he was genuinely curious. “for someone with such a big voice, you don’t seem like the type to let other people make up your mind for you. you seem a lot smarter than that.”

[always-a-pleasure]

[dorothygale]

*planet explodes* *removes one earbud* what

[niteloom]

i-am-titaniumx‌ / angel.

Angel took a breath, smoke coming off her hands, she had never felt such power before and it amazed her, it was almost the same thrill that she got when she smelt clean bedsheets, soft, safe and comforting, like it was the best feeling ever. She just needed to control it. “I’m not a hero, I’m a trainee, but I want to be a hero” she said simply, the last part of her sentence fading since it was something that she’d not wanted for ages, if anything it had been Liberty that had almost adopted her and pulled her into the Union “I tried to tell you” she stammered “I didn’t mean to blast you like that”

“you’ve got a long way to go before you’re ever a hero.” or maybe not. he wanted to help, he did. but in light of the moment, irwin viewed her as he did any other hero. a hypocrite. in over their heads. causing as much damage as they do good. he wanted to help, but in turn ended up giving the same courtesy to her as heroes did of people like him. the more reserved he became, his walls rebuilding themselves as he furthered the distance between him, it began looking as though he was fading into the shadows. onyx smoke began to cloud around him. it combated the light, protected him. he was protecting himself from her, physically and otherwise, but he was blind to it. all he could see was her. clearer than he ever could. “but you’re stubborn,” he finally spoke again, his shoulders tensing up. “i’ll give you that.”

[niteloom]

polygraph-sara‌ / sara.

He believed what he was saying, but she could still hear the intention to deceive, to conceal wrapped around his words.  His attempt at a diversion certainly didn’t help either.  Still, it was clear he didn’t want to talk about it, so she let him change the topic for the time being, uncomfortable pressing the issue.  “I think we should, there was a d-double batch today.  I’ll bring one over with um, with your coffee if there are.”  She watched him for another moment, and then went on her way to retrieve both.

There were, in fact, two blue berry muffins left, and she placed one a plate before making the espresso.  Her mind wandered back to the bruises as she packed the grounds into the machine and watched the dark liquid stream out.  She knew he wasn’t telling the truth, and with everything happening in the city lately…It wasn’t any of her business, but he was so young, and the marks looked far too much like the ones her father used to bring home.

She carefully walked the plate and the mug back over to him when the coffee was ready, setting them down gently next to the laptop.  “You uh, you got lucky today.  It was one of two.”  Then, taking a deep breath, Sara pushed some hair out of her face before trying again.  “That uh, that doesn’t look like nothing.  Certainly n-not like, well,just a scuffle, even a bad one.  Are you- are you sure you’re, okay?”  She wasn’t sure what she was hoping for, but that need to be helpful was burning in her chest again, so she had to try.

"i guess today really is my lucky day.” it was the little things that seemed to improve them. whether it was a smile from a stranger on the street after passing endless glares, an extra hour off work, the sound of music blaring from the apartment upstairs... or in this case, the familiar aroma of a freshly made blueberry muffin. god, he couldn’t remember the last time he had one. irwin grew tense as the questions persisted. he didn’t have it in him to argue. as a matter of fact, he didn’t want to. even without his daily intake of coffee and lack of sleep the night before, he wasn’t going to snap at her for showing concern. on any other day... maybe. but not today. he was too exhausted to even consider it.

“alright, you got me. it was more of a fight than just your average run in...” he explained. the intention of manipulating it to his benefit remained prevalent, but he was honest. that was enough to leave him with a clean conscience. he leaned back in his seat, turning to look at her. “but i’m alright. i’ve got everything i need right here.” he gestured toward the table, carefully trying to avoid accidentally knocking something over. the last thing he needed was a broken laptop and more bills to pay. “i got my work, a cup of coffee, the world’s best blueberry muffin and wonderful service. what more could a guy ask for?”

[spider-hole-deactivated20150703]

coffee has water in it I’m doing fine

[waynegifs]

“Show me what you really got.” “Sure.”

WAYNE 1x10 “CHAPTER TEN: BUCKLE THE F**K UP” (requested by @luciferzlamb)

[niteloom]

i-am-titaniumx‌ / angel.

“Mom, just gimme a sign” she whispered to herself, her back to Irwin and figuring that he would have just given up and gone. The blonde was about to close her eyes and try to calm down until the other phased through her, her anger then flaring up so much that her hands lit up and she blasted him back with her raw energy “I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY!” She yelled, the floor cracking some more around her, the blonde then yipping and then using her powers to blast some rubble away that was about to fall on the other, he was annoying but she didn’t want to kill him.

when he was blasted back, he hit the ground hard. the collision caused him to let out a groan. his chest felt heavy in the aftermath, his breathing shaky and pain coursing through him in a way he’d never felt. he’d taken hits before, but that felt different. he couldn’t be certain if it was the impact the blast had on him, or if it wasn’t entirely physical. it started to feel like he was closing himself off in defense, repelled by the light. it burned in more ways than one. he let out a cough, getting up off the ground and brushing the dirt off his pants. irwin’s eyes fixed on her. he looked over at her in such a way that daggers would have felt less sharp. yet there was something about it that had almost seemed hurt. “and you’re the hero?” he asked, backing away from her. he felt cautious, afraid, defeated. everything he hated. “you’re right. i can’t help you. i never should have tried.”