Sweet Seals For You, Always
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selective indie rp featuring canon and original characters based in the dc universe, specifically gotham city. varying timelines and universes. jess. 25+. he / him. follows from strongxsurvivors. rules · muses · memes · open starters · partner
Zoe Kravitz as SELINA KYLE in The Batman (2022)
Jackie & Elliot + height difference moments in 1.03
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despite the shock that came with the other’s actions, mike was thankful that jason had decided to step in when he had. it wasn’t until this very moment that he realized just how weak he was, how useless. what if the roles had been reversed? would he have been able to fight for the other? to take another’s life? his racing thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the other’s voice, his throat tightening as he heard the answer that he had been dreading. “fuck…” he muttered, unsure what they were supposed to do now. were they to call the police and explain what happened? or maybe just dump the body? it wasn’t like anyone would be missing scum like this. the fact that blood was smeared onto his cheeks wasn’t registered, instead finding comfort in the touch that was offered up on jason’s end. he slowly shook his head in response to the other’s question, “i’m shaken up but i’m okay.” with that he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, tears stinging his eyes. “he came looking for you.” but there was no way in hell that he was ever going to willingly give up the location of his boyfriend. jason’s safety was always above his own, whether or not the other liked that.
jason’s hands shook subtly as he continued to touch the other’s face, a sigh of relief coming from him as mike admitted to being okay. he held the other tightly, burying his face into mike’s neck. he felt sick. he hated that the man came looking for him and mike had been caught in the crossfire. “i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry,” he muttered softly, holding onto the other as if his life depended on it. he never cared about what happened to him — never thought twice about the danger — but everything stopped when mike got involved. “you’re never supposed to get involved. i’m supposed to keep you safe and far away from all of this shit,” he continued. “i’m going to get us a new place and no one will ever see me go there. i’ll ask bruce what to do — you were never a part of this. i’m not going to let the cops bring you further into this than you are now,” he lined out, already trying to find solutions to the problem so he didn’t have to think about the reality of it all.
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a small snort escaped mike as he stared down at the other in adoration, “well it’s a good thing that the only weirdo that i willingly hangout around is you.” there was a teasing lilt to his voice as he leaned in to playfully brush his nose against the other’s. it was reassuring to know that their eventual future wouldn’t be dragged out too long, but he could easily understand the other’s apprehension. it didn’t lead mike to believe that the other cared any less about him, but rather that he wanted to make sure they were in a better place. perhaps both metaphorically and physically ― gotham was no place to live out a ‘happily ever after’. his teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he nodded his head in agreement, “self-care? never heard of her.” a simple joke to lighten the mood before he felt the other’s lips make contact with his own, easily returning the kiss as he leaned in to the other’s touch. a dazed smile settled on his lips as he proceeded to wrap his arms around jason’s torso, “nothing will ever change the way i feel about you. i love you more than anything in this world.” he murmured as he slowly laid down, allowing his cheek to rest upon the other’s chest. “you have to promise me that you’ll be more careful so that i never lose you.” he murmured, his eyelids feeling slightly heavy.
jason scrunched his nose. mike was the only one he allowed to poke fun at him without resisting back. mike was an exception for so much, showing to jason that mike was the one and only person for him. he held mike close as the other wrapped his arms around him, giving a gentle squeeze. a hand idly rubbed the other’s back. “i will always love you more,” he playfully and softly challenged, a gentle laugh causing his chest to bounce mike’s head slightly. “i promise i’ll work harder to be safe for you. i wish i could stop completely, but that’s just not something i can do. but, maybe if we ever get out of this place, i’ll take care of things wherever we go and it’ll be way safer. no joker, no giant floods, no nothing like that,” he said, trying to soothe mike to sleep. he could tell he was starting to go under and his own tiredness was starting to make his limbs feel heavier and heavier.
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open to: any gender. plot: your muse came into the diner late at night and cherry is making it her job to keep them company. muse: charlotte ‘cherry’ todd. twenty. bisexual. waitress. she/her.
the night shift at the diner was always the worst. but no matter how much cherry hated working it, the extra pay made dealing with the odder patrons tolerable. it was almost one in the morning and the diner had been fairly dead tonight, leaving her to stand around and do nothing behind the counter. she had been studying the person who came in about an hour ago, sitting alone in one of the booths. they hadn’t ordered more than a coffee and were rather quiet in comparison to some of the drunk people who came at this time of night. she pursed her lips slightly as she leaned against the counter, mentally debating whether or not she should bother them. she finally decided to close the distance between them, plopping down in the empty seat across from them. none of the other staff cared what she did when there weren’t any customers to cater to. “you’ve been here for a while.” she stated as she folded her arms on top of the table’s surface. “are you lonely or just a creep?” she teased, nose scrunching up slightly.
michael had been struggling with work at the hospital, seeing one too many instances that left him unnerved to say the least. from the abuse from the staff delivered to the patients to the patients being who they were, he was finding it difficult to keep his own sanity. he needed out of the place for a while — to be anywhere that didn’t remind him of it. suspicious words that his uncle had said to him constantly echoing in his mind, only to be cut off by the person suddenly in front of him. he startled slightly, recovering with a tired smile and a shake of his head. “i’m sorry. i don’t mean to be here too long — i lost track of time,” he said softly, checking his watch. he hadn’t even realised he’d been there for hours. “i hope i’m not a creep, but only other people’s opinions of me can really determine that,” he said with a gentle laugh. “i suppose i’m just having a difficult time at the moment if you want my answer. i don’t mean to make it a problem for you as well, so i can get out of your hair,” he offered.
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open to: masc. identifying muses. plot: your muse and harrison have a bit of tension at the club. loosely inspired by the best scene in television history from skam. muse: harrison mitchell. twenty-one. androsexual. political science major and heir. he/him.
the son of the not-long-dead mayor at a place like the iceberg lounge, it wasn’t exactly a good look considering the headlines that were already plaguing the mitchell family. but harrison didn’t care. all he wanted at this point was an escape from his life, wanting to lose himself in the crowd of sweaty bodies and strobe lights. he had taken something that he bought from someone at school before arriving at the club and was already in an elated state. his dark curls had gotten considerably messier throughout the night, shirt half unbuttoned as he danced with a stranger. feeling eyes on him, he scanned the crowd only to find someone staring in his direction. he wet his lips as he held their gaze, wondering what was going through their head. instead of daring to approach them, he wanted to see if he would press their buttons a bit. he allowed himself to lean down and begin to kiss the neck of the stranger he was dancing with, careful to keep hold of their gaze as he did.
mateo hadn’t been able to get in contact with harrison ever since the other’s father died — understandably. sure, the other still showed up at school, but rarely — not giving mateo any chance to really watch the other like he usually did. his obsession with the other only increased as more and more information came out about harrison’s father, making it easier to dive deeper into the family so he could dig up anything about harrison. he’d overheard, however, that the other had bought something off of someone and was going to the lounge, choosing to conveniently show up the same night. mateo eventually spotted harrison dancing with someone else, jealousy washing over him as he watched and idly danced with someone else to blend in. harrison was so pretty — especially in the sea of assumed criminals that frequented this place. when their eyes met, mateo’s heart jumped in his chest. his mouth fell open slightly as he watched the other’s lips meet the stranger’s neck, mateo’s grip on his dance partner’s shirt tightening. he leaned in and allowed his teeth to visibly graze his partner’s shoulder — a strange, distant competition between him and harrison starting to bloom.
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open to: any gender. plot: mari is having a panic attack due to over-stimulation and your muse comforts her. muse: marigold pennyworth. twenty. bisexual. literature major. she/they.
parties had never been something mari enjoyed. but now that she was staying at the wayne estate, they were something she had to force herself to grow accustomed to. luckily, they consisted of the usual pompous stuffy crowd. she had prepared herself to remain practically glued to her uncle’s side for the duration of the night, but that proved to be a difficult task when bruce failed to show up and her uncle was forced to entertain the guests. she was feeling particularly overwhelmed tonight, deciding to slip away into one of the adjacent rooms. she was trying her best to control her breathing and quell the oncoming panic attack that she felt brewing inside of her. she ran her trembling hands down the front of her dress as she began to pace the width of the room, freezing as she heard the sound of the door open. she looked like a deer caught in the headlights, easily avoiding meeting their gaze. “i hope you didn’t come looking for me. i was just about to head upstairs.” humour was always her go-to deflection, a nervous smile creeping across her lips.
it was rare for dick to show up at the parties thrown at the estate — he’d much more important work to do and bruce himself rarely showed up to them as well. but, a call from alfred was enough to convince him to show up, mind preoccupied by the thoughts of preferring to spend the night around the man’s niece rather than with the guests that alfred obviously wanted entertained. however, when he arrived, he couldn’t find mari anywhere. he knew she probably hated the party just as much as the rest of them, but he could usually pick them out along the walls of the room. feeling particularly nosy, he decided he would seek her out — easily finding her in one of the side rooms. he shook his head as the door came to a close behind him. “i was looking for you, actually. i figured you would want better company than the ones alfred is trying to keep happy and merry. but, if you want to go upstairs already,” he said, trailing off as he carefully stepped closer. he pulled a small box containing halloween candies out of his pocket. “you should take this with you. i would much rather watch a movie and chill out then be down here, so i don’t blame you,” he said with a wink.
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open to: any gender. suggested connections: an ex. a frenemy. a rival. anything goes really. muse: sofia falcone. twenty-three. bisexual. crime boss. she/her.
a smile easily spread across the raven-haired femme’s glossy lips the moment she heard her bodyguard announce the other’s arrival. despite her piqued curiosity, she insisted on feigning disinterest. her gaze was locked on her phone as she drummed her manicured nails against the arm of the chair that she was presently lounging in. “let me guess… you need something from me.” her gaze finally flickered upward to land on them, head tilting to the side in amusement. “i mean, that’s the only reason you’d ever come here of all places. you must be pretty desperate.” at this point, she just wanted to do everything in her power to rub the metaphorical salt into the other’s wounds. “so, what is it? what’s up?”
graham knew it was a long shot to request to see the other, but he missed sofia desperately. he’d been a coward to have broken up with her in the first place to save his own skin. so, now he was going to attempt to make amends. whether he was going to be successful or not really was beyond him — and he was definitely leaning more to the ‘or not’ option. he stepped into the room, gaze respectfully to the ground until she’d finally asked him what he wanted. he nervously wet his lips, heart jumping in his chest just at the sight of her. she could claw him to death and he would have been happy. “i am desperate,” he admitted, glancing over at the bodyguard in the room. “i wanted to talk to you about something private — if that’s possible?”
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open to: any gender. plot: your muse initially got involved with gabriel for some sort of nefarious reason but real feelings developed. suggested connections: a journalist. a villain. someone who knows that he is robin and wanted to blackmail him. etc. muse: gabriel wayne. twenty-one. bisexual. heir and vigilante. the adopted son of bruce wayne. he/him.
while trusting anyone was rather difficult when he had lived out a majority of his life in the public eye with a reputation that preceded him, he had finally allowed himself to let his guard down around someone. the prince of gotham had fallen in love, something he vowed to never allow himself to do. he had put all his trust into one person, only to find out that they had some sort of ulterior motive when it came to pursuing him. all of his fears were coming to fruition. his jaw subtly clenched as he turned to face them, his heart feeling incredibly heavy in his chest as his gaze met theirs. how could someone who made his heart previously soar cause his heart to crumble so effortlessly? “you lied to me. you knew exactly who i was and where i came from before we even properly met.” his voice was slightly strained, unable to force the overwhelming emotions down. “did you ever really love me or was this all just a game to you?”
joseph honestly didn’t think about what he would do when it came to this moment. before, he was sure he could just duck out of the relationship and ghost the other — no hurt feelings on either end. however, he’d spent too much time with gabriel, felt too much. now, he didn’t know what he was supposed to do to salvage this. he never thought gabriel would find out how or why they really met — that it would be left unsaid and forgotten. joseph swallowed thicky as he listened to gabriel speak, chest too tight for comfort. “yes, i lied to you. but, that’s the only lie i’ve told you other than my job. nothing else has been untrue,” he insisted. “it’s not a game. i do love you. i still love you. yes, i thought it could get something out of you in the beginning, but all of that changed. you understand that, don’t you? i’m sorry i lied, but things can change — and they did.”
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a soft laugh was quick to fall from scout’s lips as she tilted her head to the side, “even if you were to argue, you wouldn’t be able to change my mind. i’m as stubborn as i am sappy.” she allowed her arms to snake around selina’s waist before allowing their bodies to press against one another. “i’m still trying to figure out how i got so lucky and what i possibly did to trick you into liking me.” she playfully teased. “‘cause let’s face it, you’re way too cool for me.”
selina easily wrapped her arms around scout, nuzzling her cheek against the other. “i know you’re stubborn — that’s why i can’t argue,” she teased. she pulled away just slightly to hold the other’s face in her hands. “i’m not way too cool for you. i mean, i am pretty cool. but, you’re perfect. you’re like my ultimate little diamond that i’ve snatched away from everyone else. you’re all mine. and, if you try to leave me, i’ll only try to steal you back,” she playfully warned, gently squishing scout’s cheeks.
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it felt like mike’s world had been crumbling ever since the moment the other went missing and now he was left standing in the wreckage, wondering if the life he had before would ever reassemble. a weak sniffle escaped him as jason reached out to cup his face in his hands, feeling guilty that he was so easily falling apart in front of the other. he weakly shook his head in protest the moment jason tried to reassure him that he had done enough, “i don’t care if he hurts me, jason. if i would’ve been able to stop him from hurting you, i would’ve done anything.” he easily melted into the other’s arms, hiding his face against the other’s shoulder as he continued to cry. it was like a neverending river of tears. his heart further ached as he listened to the way that the other spoke about himself, wanting to argue against the other’s self-doubt almost immediately. “you’re far from an asshole, jason. i should’ve known better. i don’t deserve you for that reason alone.” he murmured. “i love you so fucking much, i don’t ever want to lose you again.” he nuzzled his face against the other, a bit regretful that he was essentially wiping his tears on the other’s shirt.
jason swallowed thickly, holding mike tightly against him as if he was the only thing keeping the other physically together. his hand carefully played with the other’s hair, trying to soothe him and stop the tears that wouldn’t leave either of them. “you getting hurt wouldn’t have stopped him, baby. that would have only made him want to keep doing it all. it’s my job to keep you away from monsters like that,” he declared softly. there was a small laugh that escaped him, however, as mike continued to argue with him. “how many times do we have to go over this? you don’t deserve me, yes, but only because you deserve someone who isn’t going to get in as much trouble as i do. i’m going to give you a heart attack before you’re thirty, or some shit,” he lightly joked, trying to find a way to lighten the situation though it seemed like an impossible feat. “you won’t lose me. i’ll always come back for you no matter what. i can’t go anywhere without getting married to you first.”
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the feeling of jason’s lips moving against his own felt like heaven on earth, yet somehow the kiss still grounded him. no matter how many times they had kissed, it still felt beyond exhilarating. mike’s fingers moved upward to tangle in jason’s hair, a yearning ignited inside of him at this point. “you’re never going to lose me, no matter what.” he murmured against the other’s lips before the other began to trail his lips across his jaw and down his neck, savoring each little kiss that was pressed to his flushed skin. he easily tilted his head to the side, allowing the other more access to flesh that was left untouched thus far. a shiver ran down his spine as he felt the other’s hands ghost up his shirt, his body arching into jason’s touch. the moment he heard the other’s apologies, his lips turned downward in a frown before he shook his head slightly. “you don’t have to apologize, baby. i get it…” his words trailed off as he pulled back, cupping the other’s face in his hands. “we don’t have to rush into anything if you’re still not ready and comfortable.” he murmured as he allowed his forehead to rest against the other’s.
feeling mike’s hands in his hair simply felt right — complete, causing goosebumps to run along his skin. he continued to litter the other’s skin with kisses, wishing they could become one being. that way, nothing could pull them apart. he pouted slightly the moment mike held his face, both disappointed he couldn’t continue adoring the other with his lips as well as feeling a twinge of guilt for tainting the moment with talk of his doubts. “i still feel like i have to, though,” he said softly, looking away for a moment before glancing back into mike’s eyes. this was the only place he’d ever felt like he was truly home. “i feel so stupid for being like this. people have gone through shittier situations and i’m going to act like this?” he said, voice a frustrated whisper before he let out a sigh. “you know i don’t deserve someone as patient as you, right? i’ve never met anyone who could just deal with me for as long as you have. not even bruce could do it.” he swallowed thickly, genuinely scared he was going to push mike’s patience to the brink one day — one day soon. “i want to go slow, but that doesn’t mean i don’t want it. i just… i just gotta know it’s you.”
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