𝕍𝔸𝕃𝕃𝔼𝕐 𝕆𝔽 𝕂𝕀ℕ𝔾𝕊

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my very last post on this blog just posted from the queue so go follow me over @prcsopa so we can keep writing !

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redemptioninterlude‌:

“Liar!” Laughter starts to trip off the tip of her tongue, she’s all COATED IN happiness, at odds with the circumstances. In Wonderland, you just get used to things simply not being what they are – maybe that’s the reason for her response in reflex, all too aware of how likely things are to have a twist just at the end of it. Exhaling slow, she finds her centre, looks up to him with the crooked pull of a smile. “Okay, say I believe you. Why?”

ongoing with @prcsopa​ // jefferson

𝐎𝐇  𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍’𝐓  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐀𝐍  𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 ,  perhaps  it’s  the  wild  adventures  ,  perhaps  it’s  the  colors  and  mazes  filled  with  dreadful  creatures  ,  or  perhaps  it’s  something  else  ----  a  dalliance  of  something  more  sinister  that  has  fallen  within  the  grasp  of  their  reality  .  ❛    are  you  calling  my  bluff  ?  HOGWASH  !      ❜  his  face  contorts  to  dramatics  ,  a  roll  of  his  eyes  will  suffice  ,  ❛    you  know  this  world  is  mad  ,  alice  ,  and  that’s  all  they’ll  ever  say  i  am      ❜

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hrlyqn‌:

FRUSTRATION IS BUILDING IN HER VEINS AND IT TAKES TO THE COUNT OF TEN BEFORE MICA DUSTED EYES OPEN ONCE MORE.    he isn’t listening to her, and she thinks that’s what’s the most annoying part is.   she’s not asking to be taken to see the joker, only that he’s locked up still, that arkham hasn’t let him escape.    she wants to scream at the top of her lungs that she wants nothing to do with that prick, that he can rot behind the cell bars for all she cares, but she doubts that they’ll believe her.      why should they?     her heads been so spun around him for so long, she doesn’t blame them for thinking that there’s an ulterior motive.     it’s just….frustrating to say the least.     gloves hands clench against her netted thighs, and it takes a long moment before she exhales once more, tries to keep herself from biting her lip.     ❛  listen.   i’m not asking for that.     i’m just asking for an update.    that’s all.  ❜     slight smile then, one that’s unnerving  ——  she’s given so many people that exact smile before her bat came down.      ❛  but i could go for a burger, and since you already offered, it would be rude to turn a lady down, bullock. ❜

𝐀  𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊  𝐎𝐅  𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍  𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐒  𝐎𝐍  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒  ,  what’s  with  all  these  crazy  broads  sticking  to  him  like  glue  ?  like  a  bad  cold  he  just  can’t  seem  to  shake  her  and  that  alone  is  annoying  .  his  head  shakes  ,  hands  fly  up  in  the  air  and  he  thinks  for  a  second  just  how  long  he  can  keep  her  occupied  until  all  this  joker  nonsense  gets  pushed  under  the  rug  ,  ❛  listen  princess  ,  i’ll  take  you  for  your  damn  burger  but  lemme  make  one  thing  clear  ,    ❜  a  finger  points  in  her  direction  and  he  stands  from  his  desk  ,  hat  ,  gun  and  badge  shoved  in  their  rightful  places  ,  ❛    no  more  of  this  joker  crap  ,  y’got  it  ?  i’ll  check  on  the  clown  himself  kay  ?      ❜

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murios‌:// nina.ross

          ❛  what’s  wrong  with  it  ?  ❜    a  glance  down  at  the  offending  garment,  and  nina’s  lips  purse  with  barely  contained  mockery.     ❛  i  mean  obviously  it’s  too  small for  me,   but  someone  as…   petite  as  you  are   —   it  should  fit  like  a  glove.  ❜

𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 ,  pointing  at  the  color  splotches  ,  offended  that  there  is  a  designer  out  there  that  would  think  that  there’s  even  a  remote  possibility  that  combination  could  be  feasible  .  ❛    it  looks  like  it  was  drawn  up  by  a  toddler        ❜  she  near  spits  ,  putting  physical  distance  between  herself  and  the  dress  ,  ❛      i  want  to  stick  out  ,  but  not  like  a  sore  thumb      ❜

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avocadefense‌:

“the clients will come to us.” foggy insists with a shake of his head. “seriously, they’re gonna hear how we wiped the floor with that asshole crown prosecutor and they’ll be coming to us in droves.” he waves his hand absently and drains the beer remaining in his glass. it’s a bold statement, but foggy’s feeling rather optimistic today.

𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐀𝐍  𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄  𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐏  of  the  now  empty  glass  and  his  hand  raises  for  another  round  .  ❛      right  ,  by  business  start  on  monday  we  are  gonna  have  a  line  down  the  street  ---  who  wouldn’t  want  to  be  defended  by  nelson  and  murdock  ,  right  ?      ❜  RIGHT  ,  he  convinces  himself  ,  but  then  again  ,  foggy  had  enough  positivity  for  the  both  of  them  .  ❛      we  should  come  up  with  a  slogan  ,  right  ?        ❜

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toendwar‌:

BLURRY EYES BEGAN TO decipher the inky skies above, hues of blues and purples splashed across the heaven’s canvas. What a glorious sight. One she thought she may never again bear witness to, when the claws of the river bit into her flesh, when waves crushed against her chest and stalled the beat of her heart. It is not the sunlight that casts golden warmth around her, but a woman. Scarlet hair and angel lips, and turquoise skin. Mera.

A modern Aphrodite rising from the sea, Diana wishes to muse. But rather than lyrical words, it is a gust of river water that spills from her lips, throating choking to release that which strangles her wind pipes. 

𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐈𝐒  𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊  𝐓𝐎  𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄  𝐀𝐍  𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 ,  a  goddess  of  her  own  right  .  hands  move  ,  gripping  both  sides  of  her  shoulders  with  the  very  same  ferocity  in  which  she  directs  the  ocean  that  she  loves  .  ❛    DIANA      ❜  her  voice  ,  more  commanding  than  pleading  ,  her  heart  pounds  with  anguish  upon  the  root  of  her  chest  ,  tugging  desperately  against  her  breath  and  soon  enough  the  angels  answer  in  the  form  of  breathless  water  seeking  out  it’s  maker  once  again  .  

❛    come  on  ,      ❜  fingers  guide  the  choking  water  out  of  her  ,  desperation  clouding  exhausted  features  ---  their  war  is  far  from  over  and  MERA  needs  their  greatest  fighter  back  upon  her  feet  .  ❛    the  fight’s  not  over  yet  ,  diana  .      ❜

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southsidelover‌:

“You’re right about that!” Toni’s got the box of dye in her hair, her bright eyes made wide. It’s not that she doesn’t LOVE Yukio’s particular shade of pink, she’s just curious to see what they’d look like if their colours met somewhere in the middle; between cotton candy pink and her deep rose gold. “I’m going ti help wash it out now… are you ready?”

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𝐀  𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐍  𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃  𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍  𝐇𝐄𝐑  𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒  and  her  hands  clap  together  .  there’s  amusement  practically  singing  between  them  ,  and  yukio  knows  no  bounds  when  it  comes  to  having  a  good  time  ,  ❛      uh    ,  of  course  i  am  !      ❜  she  near  cheers  ,  head  shaking  so  that  drops  of  pink  splatter  across  the  white  countertop  ,  earning  a  small  gasp  ,  ❛      whoops  !        ❜

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hi pals ! this blog is now archived like i was talking about the other day ! fear not , i’ve moved over @prcsopa where i intend to continue all my threads and follow my mutuals again . you’ll notice my queue here is going to keep running until tomorrow night in which everything left to reply to on this blog will be posted and then i will start up the new queue tomorrow !

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sharkslippcrs‌:

parts  of  kaleb  are  tired  of  the  hope  mikaelson  show,  and  he’d  be  lying  if  he  said  otherwise.  so  it  was  interesting  to  hear  hope  willing  to  accept  help  from  someone  outside  her  immediate  circle.  ❝  pretty  much  every  successful  idea  ends  up  with  someone  dying  eventually.  ❞

𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒  𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄  𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑  𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀  𝐎𝐅  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘  ,  even  the  most  immortal  ,  her  own  ancestors  a  prime  example  ,  ❛    yeah  ,  but  you  know  what  ---  that  doesn’t  mean  it  has  to  be  today  ,  kaleb    ❜  maybe  it’s  because  she  hasn’t  quite  MET  her  vampire  side  yet  ,  but  death  is  still  something  she  would  at  least  like  to  avoid  for  a  little  while  .      

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blkvdova‌:

                  THE   BIRTH   OF   ESPIONAGE:   take   the   child   and   let   her   into   the   wild.   she’ll   sharpen   her   teeth   enough   for   them   to   cut   through   bone.   bobbi   is   another   brand   of   woman   entirely,   but   that   natasha   has   known   for   a   while.   respect   bred   even   in   the   toughest   of   conditions.         “   that’s   probably   for   the   better.   might   still   be   a   virus.   ”         tone   remains   bordering   on   bored,   even   while   weighing   the   usb   in   her   hand,   as   if   that   alone   could   tell   her   what’s   inside.         “   where   did   you   get   this   from   ??   ”

𝐀  𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐔𝐆  ,  it’s  a  dangerous  ,  yet  intelligent  game  to  play  ---  to  act  as  if  uncertainty  lay  in  the  belly  of  this  particular  beast  .  to  provide  the  expression  that  she  knows  nothing  of  where  this  drive  came  from  feels  almost  like  an  extra  card  up  her  sleeve  ,  but  in  reality  it’s  held  tight  to  the  vest  ,  where  she  simply  shrugs  off  as  a  response  .  fingers  tapping  against  the  front  of  her  shoulder  she  offers  instead  ,  ❛    can’t  you  let  a  girl  keep  her  secrets  ,  nat  ?  after  all  ----  i’ve  let  you  have  yours  ,  haven’t  i  ?        ❜

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murios‌:// natasha.romanoff

IT’S  AN  INTERESTING  CONCEPT   ——that  of  tossing  aside  one  lifetime  for  another.   most  don’t  get  to  experience  such  a  feat,   and  maybe  they’re  better  for  it.   the  thing  that  ties  these  two  women  together  is  rebirth  by  necessity,   and  yet  it  wears  on  the  soul.    ❛  it’s  never   quite  what  you  expect.  ❜    the  wry  quality  of  her  tone  is  one  borne  of  many  rebirths,   of  many  remimaginings  of  one   black  widow.     ❛  i’d  say  you  get  used  to  it,   but  that’s  not  really  true.  ❜    not  the  most    reassuring  of  replies,   but  she’s  never  really  been  one  to  sugar  coat.     ❛  it  gets   easier,   though.   but  i  still  don’t  know  if  that  makes  it  better  or  worse.  ❜

𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐈𝐒  𝐅𝐎𝐑  𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍  ,  bobbi  hopes  she  doesn’t  get  used  to  it  .  never  will  she  forgive  fury  for  using  her  own  serum  UNTESTED  against  her  ,  never  again  will  she  ever  experience  her  own  death  before  being  risen  from  the  ashes  .  although  even  she  knows  ,  for  sake  of  argument  ,  never  --  in  the  game  of  espionage  --  say  never  .  ❛    i  don’t  think  it’s  SUPPOSED  to  get  easier  ,        ❜  she  chimes  ,  peering  over  the  building  wall  with  caution  ,  their  perch  safe  for  the  time  being  as  there  was  still  plenty  of  time  to  kill  ,  ❛    i  mean  ,    after  it  gets  too  easy  ,  we  just  become    bigger  and  easier  targets  ,  don’t  we  ?      ❜

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wcrldliar‌:

the world that’s keeping me at unease,   and maria snorts.   not to be rude,   but it’s easy to.    the world has always been keeping her at unease.   that’s what’s driven her to get to where she is,   to be what she is:   a woman more steel and ice than an actual woman.    or at least,   that’s what she’s been projecting and seeing of herself lately,   anyways.   ❝   we don’t get in our line of jobs to be comfortable,   may.    ❞     they’re soldiers,   if not spies.   even the most mindless of jobs,  away from field missions,  carry weighs.   once you put on the badge,   it always does.    ❝   retirement is still an option.    ❞    maria suggests,   her tone blank,   but there’s a lot in her flat suggestion.

𝐒𝐇𝐄  𝐈𝐒  𝐀  𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍  𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒  𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃  and  ready  to  fire  ,  around  every  dark  corner  is  another  enemy  to  be  fought  ,  something  to  be  taken  down  .  this  was  the  life  that  she  lived  ,  it’s  all  that  she  knows  .  ❛      you  and  i  both  know  we’re  more  comfortable  in  a  fight  ,  but  that  doesn’t  mean  anything  anymore  .        ❜  no  matter  which  way  she  turns  there’s  something  ---  whether  it  be  life  model  decoys  ,  ALIENS  from  some  other  planet  ,  or  enemies  wearing  the  guise  of  friends  ,  eventually  something  would  come  around  to  actually  surprise  her  ,  but  chances  are  ---  that  wouldn’t  be  anytime  soon  .  ❛        do  you  honestly  think  people  like  us  are  meant  to  retire  ?      ❜

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veryfunctionalfamily‌:// kol.mikaelson

         “That’s me. The one with the TRICKS.” he said, carefree smirk building on his face. Honestly, it was almost too easy to rile Elijah up sometimes. How uptight his brother could be. He threw himself down on the closest seat, leaning back and putting his feet up on the coffee table; the perfect image of nonchalance. “Who said there’s a REAL PURPOSE, brother? Maybe I just missed your ever joyous company. I was just thinking the other day ‘I miss my every action being judged by my stick-in-the-mud older brother.’”

𝐇𝐄  𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐑  ,  the  way  his  feet  carry  is  likened  to  levitation  in  the  smooth  nature  of  his  gait  ,  but  elijah  is  swift  to  SMACK  kol’s  foot  off  the  coffee  table  ,  a  subtle  tut  tut  clicking  on  his  tongue  before  he  shakes  his  head  in  mere  annoyance  to  his  brother’s  words  .  ❛    while  we  do  enjoy  your  company  ,  kol  ---  i  have  to  warn  you  that  if  your  intentions  are  to  get  under  niklaus’  skin  then  you  may  be  best  being  scarce  for  the  time  being  .  he  seems  to  be  extra  testy  lately  .        ❜

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                                                 look to your kingdoms , i’m coming for them all !                                                                multimuse . tended by percy . ©

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sincmente‌:// caroline.forbes

caroline  knows  better  than  most  ––––  how  many  times  has  her  heart  been  shattered  ?  each  time  the  piece  harder  and  harder  to  put  back  together.  they’ve  been  through  so  much  but  what  helps  is  having  elena  and  bonnie  there  to  help  put  the  pieces  back  together.  despite  any  disagreement  over  the  years  their  friendship  truly  is  caroline’s  longest  relationship.  “  and  yet  it  keeps  happening,  we  let  these  boys  convince  us  this  time  will  be  different.  but  is  it  ever  ?  nope  !  ”  she  sighs  watching marshmallows  swirl  along  the  top  of  her  cocoa,  soggy  puffs  of  white  eventually  disappearing  into  the  dark  chocolate.  “  it’s  definitely  not  us  –––  they  are  lucky  to  have  girls  like  us.  ”

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘  𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘  .  elena  sighs  ,  it’s  distant  in  nature  ,  near  cut  off  from  the  issue  and  already  she  can  feel  herself  dissociating  from  the  situation  as  a  whole  .  CHIN  UP  ,  a  smile  on  her  lips  ,  and  all  else  brimming  upon  her  features  .  she  longs  to  be  a  beacon  of  hope  for  her  friends  in  all  of  the  negativity  that  swirls  around  mystic  falls  and  yet  there  she  is  moping  over  how  STEFAN  and  DAMON  were  in  the  midst  of  anguish  between  them  .  she  was  trapped  in  the  middle  without  a  release  and  now  ,  talking  to  caroline  about  it  -----  she  can  almost  say  she  feels  better  .  ❛      maybe  we  should  leave  town  ,  go  to  california  ,  maybe  find  some  convent  ,  what  do  you  think  ?  we  can  lie  and  not  tell  them  that  bon’s  a  witch  so  she  can  join  too        ❜

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southsidelover‌:

Well now, nobody could ever accuse one Harleen Quinzel of being BORING by any stretch of the word, could they? Gotham’s met its match in the form of two women made up, pink and blue, and red and black, she’s got her fingers tangled in dip-dyed strands to draw her in close to press her lips against her neck, new vantage points a bonus, even as others comments, stir, the restlessness of the masses. “I mean…” dark eyes, flicker upwards to meet the wide grin with one of her own, that shines through despite the murky lighting within this dive bar.

Course she’s up for RAISING HELL, isn’t that what she’s been called to do? There’s a tilt of her head, eyebrows raised, really, because the answer’s always yes with her, isn’t it? A hand held out to let her princess find a steady way down, if only because she’s got a hand reaching for the bat that Harls has propped up beneath the bar, handing it to her so that she can occupy her freed hand with the neck of a bottle she steals from across the bar. Who’s to challenge them, though she doubts its the kind of place that’s a stranger to such things. “Your chariot awaits~” sing songs the words on her lips, looking down with a frown, hardly set for madness despite it being Halloween of all night. “Ya got a spare outfit for me?”

@prcsopa​

𝐀  𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑  𝐎𝐅  𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓  shines  upon  stained  lips  and  it  burns  brighter  upon  her  words  .  ❛      you  bet  -  cha  !      ❜  a  wild  laugh  ,  some  may  say  too  wild  to  be  contained  escapes  from  harley’s  mouth  like  a  doll  that  had  the  string  pulled  one  to  many  times  as  she  takes  hold  of  the  bat  .  it’s  familiar  in  the  grip  of  her  palm  ,  handle  fitting  as  if  it  were  made  just  for  her  and  she’s  comfortable  with  it  while  giving  a  practice  swing  right  at  the  head  of  a  bar  patron  a  playful  ❛      WHOOPSIE  !      ❜  following  suit  .  

stomping  her  feet  onto  the  floor  she  tugs  toni  closer  to  her  ,  grin  widening  as  she  nods  almost  excitedly  with  one  finger  pressed  to  her  nose  .  ❛    y’know  i  always  got  somethin’  for  you  to  wear  sweet  cheeks  !      ❜  hand  in  hand  she  takes  toni  out  of  the  bar  skipping  away  as  if  she  doesn’t  have  anything  to  hide  or  fear  until  the  night  air  is  theirs  again  ---    bringing  chills  down  one  harley  quinn’s  spine  .  she  tugs  her  along  to  a  gold  camero  ,  blinged  out  as  if  DARING  someone  to  try  and  steal  it  and  pops  the  trunk  pulling  out  just  the  right  thing  for  her  girl  .  ❛    why  doncha  try  that  on  for  size  ,  huh  ?        ❜