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[outlawiism-archived2]

just a tiny reminder that no one   (   literally no one   )   has the right to decide whether you have a place in the rpc.   you do have a place here.   you do have the right to write and enjoy yourself with your muses.   people too often forget that there’s a block button before sending hateful messages,   and those message are nothing but a reflection of themselves.   don’t forget that they have no power over you   ♡♡

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@talesfromthevoiid

her entire world had once been uprooted in horrific fashion. sent away in the final days of a planet upon the precipice of destruction. it hadn’t simply been the product of brainiac’s extraction of kandor which had destabilized some of the planet, but also the actions of it’s own people. resources being depleted and arrogance. she understands that now even if kara hadn’t been able to then. krypton’s fate was perhaps the only thing her father and uncle had agreed on for even when she visited her aunt as lara helped kara prepare for her next trials, some topic would arise from jor-el if her father was present. they were not a perfect family, perhaps some set in their ways while also defying convention in others. her father had supported her own view against gene-matching when her mother pushed it and jor-el had sought a natural birth for his son. the house of el had always been party to innovations and rose up in challenge when needed-- like sul-el sounding the alarm of the vrangs to usk-mar or her grandfather setting a new course for the unranked. but jor-el and zor-el had come together to save their children, creating ships for them. she knows kal-el would not remember, he was but a baby, but she does. she remembers everything about those last days. she remembers when she’d been told she had to say goodbye to kal-el. she remembers general zod attacking the law council. she remembers her uncle's death. she remembers the earthquakes and being forced to leave her parents despite her wanting to remain with them. 

it had all come back to kara as zod’s voice had emitted from the television, her watching with bruce after they’d returned from dealing with an incident in the narrows. gotham was still recovering after the flood, a new and idealistic mayor at the helm of the city. there had been hope in the air, air that had been taken away from kara with one message. general zod had come to earth and kal-el was still alive. furthermore zod was searching for him which meant that her cousin had been on earth this entire time while she lived her life in a mansion in gotham believing him to have been lost to her forever. she had failed in the one directive her parents had given her, to find kal-el. she should have looked for kal, should have begged thomas to use his resources to find him like he’d discovered her. but there had been so much anger and pain within her then– there still was at times, the child she had been barely able to contain her powers or understand this world or language let alone search for a baby cousin. and then her earthly parents had been taken just as her birth ones had. in brutal fashion. it felt as if it was a lifetime ago and yet, contrarywise, as if it had been a moment ago. she’d known she had to find him. a dangerous level of trustful conviction within her that had challenged everything bruce had taught her. the automatic way kara suddenly determined to seek to trust another when she had not seen them since they were a baby-- as if a switch had been flicked between kara wayne and kara the kryptonian, kara the cousin because kal-el did not know the true risk that embodied zod, not like she did and kara had felt and almost primal instinct to protect.

kara hadn’t found him before he’d given himself over to the military and then zod and that had granted her time to reevaluate. to allow herself to reign her emotions in, to consider that she did not know kal-el anymore, that she needed to have some level of vigilance. bruce had been a voice of reason to make her see that. and then all hell had broken loose upon them. there had been no time to speak, her introduction to kal-el thrust upon them by zod’s deduction of who she was when she’d entered the fray. kara zor-el. daughter of zor-el, niece of jor-el. she’d fought against zod’s sagitari as kal-el engaged with zod and helped as many innocent bystanders as she could as the battle raged. the hit to wayne enterprises had been an astronomical weight upon her, a weight she had to push down in the moment. she hadn’t been able to save those in the building, but she had been able to save lex @everythingheard even if she knew not what the ramifications of his discovery of who she really was would be. 

batgirl had gotten to the train station in those last moments of zod’s life and kara had felt the loss of what his end brought forth. she had understood his purpose, understood him, in a way perhaps no others of earth could. she understood the compulsion of one’s purpose, how their guild was a part of them, drove them and their actions for many. his purpose had always been to protect kryptonese interests, even if his extreme views had gone far askew just as her aunt astra’s had. he wanted to save their people and she had wanted that too. but she could not sacrifice an entire planet’s lives in the process. kal-el couldn’t either. and, that is perhaps what drives kara’s initial opinion of him. when faced with the impossible, he chose to save the innocent. he embodied their house more than he perhaps realized. it’s this kara considers as her feet touch the ground later that day-- eye mask in place, a few feet from him and away from the destruction, the military, from listening ears. she’d told him a location and he’d come to meet her. “rao-- you look so much like your parents, kal-el.” strange that that’s the first real thing she says to him outside of what was passed between them in the middle of the chaos. and yet, perhaps, it’s the most fitting thing of all for her to point out. 

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@talesfromthevoiid

the first thing that rose notices is that everything seems so big and grand in this place. not that she’s some vampire kept in the shadows but this hall is a far cry from her father's (@everythingheard - constantine) apartment in los angeles, even if angela had helped fix it up from the way it'd been when she first came there. it was cozy though, in it's own kind of way-- it helped that the thirty jugs of water weren't there anymore and it had a bowling alley downstairs which was fun. this place though, had tall glass windows in the front and a big fountain outside that reminded her of the reflecting pool she'd seen on the television when coverage of what'd happened with wonder woman and the amazons had aired on the news. this wasn't like anywhere the eleven year old’s ever been before and frankly, it was a nice reprieve from the chaos that’s been her life recently. she’s lost her mother. she’s been relocated to another city. she’s been kept out of school for the last few months until things could be sorted-- which she thinks means until it's safe. if she's honest, rose isn't entirely sure if she’ll ever be completely safe from the monster that’d taken her mother and steven from her but she trusts her dad to keep her safe – even if their life isn’t exactly conventional. and why shouldn’t she when clearly her father knows people in really important places?!

this was where the justice league met up!

rose just wished that maybe her dad had given her some sort of instruction about what she was supposed to do while he was off with.. well, she wasn’t certain who exactly he was helping. he hadn’t seemed entirely thrilled with the situation but that was quickly overlooked by rose once they’d entered the building and he'd left her in some kind of library. now maybe she's not supposed to go off exploring, but it also wasn’t everyday she was in a place like this and she reasoned that a little exploring couldn’t hurt anyone as long as she didn’t touch anything she wasn’t supposed to.

she was also, and really this was at the crux of it, eleven.

so rose moves out of the library and begins wandering until she comes upon a room that someone's in. except it wasn't just someone, it was-- it was superman! she has to take a moment to consider if this is really happening or if she's still dreaming back in los angeles because it's one thing to be in the hall of justice, it's another thing to actually be standing in the same room as superman. "uh-- hi! i'm rose. you're-- you're really cool. i saw you on tv. i'm glad you're alive again!" that wasn't exactly what she'd planned on saying but it's what came out in rapid-fire succession.

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

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@everythingheard​​

[dailygaming]

There must be a beginning to any great matter, but the continuing unto the end until it be thoroughly finished yields the true glory.

Uncharted: Drake's Fortune (2007)

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|| so not exactly related to rp, though I am heavily considering writing a mixed canon version of nat that'd be super selective and heavily canon divergent, but new reading material!

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@everythingheard​​ (bruce b)

she’s completely unaware of the way night has fallen outside the windows of the tower. everything within the building is the embodiment of high technology and the windows are no exception. the colored lights and chaos of the city are blocked out and replaced by an illuminated canvas inside the windows. labs were always bright-- it helped when conducting experiments. well, as long as they weren’t experiments involving things such as bioluminescence. there’s multiple empty cups of coffee littering the space next to the computer she’s working on, at a safe distance, of course, in the case they should be knocked over. there’s also various sets of paperwork with graphs and charts, number read outs with percentages and biological breakdowns around her. so hyper-focused is she that it takes her nearly a full-minute and bruce and his voice to nearly be on top of her for betty to realize someone else is there. 

“it can’t be that late--” surely it couldn’t be. that meant she’d completely skipped dinner, betty considers as she turns around in her chair to meet bruce’s gaze. it’d been so long since she worked on these kinds of projects. since she had the freedom to choose them without red tape and funding dictating the future of each experiment. sure she worked on some fairly interesting things in her year with shield and in her continued research as a professor when she had been one, but this was different. stark had given her a fairly free green light to do what she wanted as long as it created innovations for the company in some manner. “i guess i got a bit caught up. but, you should really take a look at these read outs from the last batch of experiments. the results may not be groundbreaking but they are an indication the project is moving in the right direction--” and so betty rambles on about the details of said experiment and how the variables were slightly altered from the last batch. if she’s allowed to continue it’s liable to be another hour or two before either of them actually leave the lab. 

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@everythingheard (bruce b)

the smell of smoke hangs in the air days later though betty is sure without the efforts of those she’d bore witness to on the television the destruction would had been worse. new york had never been a place driving was easy, but now, she was left to leave her car outside the main area of ruin and proceed on foot amid fallen stone and alien ships. alien ships. aliens. had you asked her years ago if this would be the world’s new normal she’d have called herself crazy and that was saying something considering she took part in hallucinogenic drug experiments (of course, she couldn’t count out the possibility of other planetary life when such a vast universe remained but this--, well, nevermind) but then she had watched as the man she loved changed into a hulk and fought something her father had created (something, they all had a hand in if she was honest with herself). the world, the universe, was stranger than the hallucinations her and bruce had experienced at harvard. 

she watches as crews begin moving rumble, reconstruction already underway and dodges behind a barrier that’s blocking the public’s path to get closer to stark tower. she’s in the thick of the area the battle had transpired just as her phone vibrates for the fourth time that morning, a depression in the earth catching her attention as a likely place the hulk had landed one of his smashes. it’s all a kind of a cruel reminder of a night she had lost him again and yet, it also sparks her determination further; he’s in new york. shield told her that much even if she hadn’t been allowed to go to him right away. he’s somewhere in that building and tony stark was going to tell her where. 

betty ross makes it to the entrance and holds the door for a set of workers carrying a piece of equipment only to find a security guard already eying her. she attempts to use her shield identification in her quest but it does little when he says he has to make a few calls. it clearly states she’s a scientist, not an agent. so, within the next three minutes she’s managed to draw the attention of three more, voices raising and a keycard swiped when one attempts to physically remove her from the building. 

do they not understand she’s not some angry person who blames stark or whoever else for what happened? 

she’s dr. elizabeth ross and she needs to speak with tony stark. when more workers enter she uses it to her advantage, bumping into what they were carrying and sending the items scattering to the floor between her and the guards and promptly dashes to the elevator with the doors closing just before they reach her. she’s not entirely sure where to find him but the top seems as good a place as any, using the keycard when access proves to need it. she imagines, had the building not been hit so hard in battle it wouldn’t be this easy for her to go about her task. this was stark tower and there had to be further fail safes in place. 

when she reaches the top, she calls out for mr. stark only to find a computer’s voice speaking to her and security entering the scene a moment later. she lands an elbow to one, pulling out of his grasp before another grabs her arm. voices are rising again and she can imagine how this whole situation would appear from the outside. betty breaks away again only to halt completely when she sees tony stark himself come into the room holding a bowl of cereal in his hands as if nothing is amiss. 

“mr. stark, i’m--- let go of me!” she cuts off to shove at a security guard again before redirecting her attention. “my name is--” he finishes her name for her, telling them to let her go. “i know how this must look and sound but i need you to tell me where bruce banner is. is he alright? is he still hulk--” speech ceases, however, when her gaze peers behind him at the man who now enters the space with a bewildered expression. her lips part in surprise before she’s moving again in a flash of dark hair. 

when she reaches him she throws her arms around him for the briefest of moments, as if, she’s not entirely convinced this is real until she feels him there, breathes him in. then, she pulls back and slaps him on his chest with both hands every few words as if to emphasize them. “a year, bruce. it's been another goddamn year!" but then, her tone becomes lighter, hands stopping their attack of his chest. "are you okay? when they told me they were bringing you--” she doesn’t clarify who they are or what she means by that. “--and then i saw the battle on tv.. ”

[ironmaidenhead]

I’m rotting from the inside out. What happening to me? 

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“THERE’S A DELICATE BALANCE BETWEEN HUMANS AND THE PRETERNATURAL WORLDS OF WHICH CAN ONLY BE MAINTAINED BY THE FORMER REMAINING IN THE DARK AND THE LATTER SHROUDED IN SECRECY. MY BROTHER AND I HAVE BEEN DEDICATED TO THAT MISSION FOR OVER SIX HUNDRED YEARS AND WE WILL CONTINUE TO FULFILL IT BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY.”

immortal witch twins based in the hellboy (2004) universe with original lore. played by ariadne & raph. 18+. minors do not interact. 

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BRUCE & RACHEL EDITS 1/- | w/ @everythingheard’s bruce​​

[1liv]

[dailyadow]

holding hands in bed -  requested by anonymus

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@everythingheard​

[mcflymemes]

MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS *  collection #5

take a nap with me.

please don't go.

you talk too much.

don't bother with any male chauvinistic compliments.

such disdain can not and must not be tolerated.

my handwriting is so bad, sometimes i think i should've been a doctor.

i wouldn't say no to getting lost with you.

we've got the element of surprise on our side.

i had to carry you for a while. it wasn't pretty.

anything broken?

i'm very impressed with you.

drinks all around!

now what is that supposed to mean?

i guess freedom is purely relative.

can you repeat that? i wasn't listening.

i'm not a threat. i won't hurt you.

what sort of trouble are you looking for?

when you're ready, we can get out of here.

i couldn't find your gun.

well, i thought you might be a little angry.

oh don't tell me. let me guess.

keep that thing away from me.

glad you think i'm hot... i guess.

hope that wasn't a family heirloom.

how has work been?

i don't think the world is full of criminals and full of murderers. it's full of nice people.

it could happen to anyone.

is your head clear yet?

will you go find yourself another suspect?

don't ask me any questions. i'm calling my attorney.

i'm trying to watch the game!

that's been known to happen.

i could wait.

can i ask a personal question?

how can i be angry looking at you?

i don't want to cut down on my standard of living.

don't catch a cold out there. wear a jacket.

you sure do know how to work a crowd.

what brought you here tonight?

i don't think you care too much.

that was... unexpected.

are you in charge of this mess or not?

this isn't what it looks like.

i just go where they tell me to.

i hope this isn't a bad time.

do you see something wrong?

here's your scarf. you dropped it.

i miss the way you used to touch me.

that's a stupid idea.

did it rain last tuesday?

can i sit in this?

that's not my problem.

did you have anything specific that you wanted to talk to me about?

i'm beginning to be very fond of you.

i didn't realize i drank that much.

may our enemies never be as happy as we are at this moment.

if you wait a while, we can go home together.

screw the rest of them. make them squirm.

that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me.

i meant to do that.

everybody is a suspect.

it's noble of you to come galloping to the rescue.

i know that. you told me.

you see, artists are very, very delicate.

you'll always have everything.

there's just one more thing i need to ask you...

can i use your phone?

i wasn't snooping.

can i take you out to dinner? my treat.

isn't that peculiar?

thanks for stopping by.

i usually don't drink anything i can't pronounce.

i just don't want anybody else to have it.

mind if i smoke?

what do you think of this?

i really appreciate your taking the time to chat with me.

why do all these people feel that they know me?

i can't tell you what a big help you've been.

as you travel through life, you'll encounter many barriers to happiness.

you're safe. i promise. i'm right here.

over my dead body.

that must have been very hard, losing someone you love like that.

this didn't need to happen.

i must have your name.

what's the matter? did i scare you?

what did you pay for those shoes?

i'm not very good on details, that's why i write everything down.

you didn't have a fight or anything, did you?

i've never met anyone quite like you. can't decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

are you still with me?

i guess it slipped your mind.

let's go inside. we'll be more comfortable.

do you mind if i grab a blanket? it's freezing in here.

just for the record, i love you.

maybe you should take the couch tonight.

maybe it would help if i knew where i was taking you.

[harperspiller]

[myersbprd]

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@everythingheard​​ continued from x

breath is inhaled and slowly released, heat still just below the surface of her skin. this was positively silly; she shouldn’t be embarrassed and yet she still couldn’t seem to look ash in the eye. “why do you sound so surprised?” question releases from lips as her hand runs over the corners of the photo, eyes scanning it as if it’s the most interesting thing in the world. granted, it was something considering the topic of conversation it had spawned. “the girls at school make it seem like it is, but i hardly think they’re experts.” half the things the kids at school said, georgie took with a grain of salt. it was always boys or clothes or everything in between and most of the time georgie thought they made things up just to seem cooler. it was.. childish. maybe georgie was a teenager too but her experiences were not the same as theirs. they didn’t understand the real dangers out there. they didn’t go on missions. they didn’t do a lot of things georgie did. things georgie and ash did together. no, the kids at school weren’t experts.

“i haven’t either. i mean.. you’re the only boy i really care about hanging out with.” georgie’s eyes finally meet ash’s then, her tone is honest, almost as if something within her has disarmed and allowed herself to be more open in a way she isn’t always with other people. she wasn’t sure how, but ash always seemed to have that effect on her. maybe it had to do with the sheer closeness that growing up together and going on missions together fostered. “seriously though, who would want to kiss me? i’m the weird girl always taking pictures.” hands fiddle with the book again, though she doesn’t look away even when her face seems to turn another shade of red at the thought that maybe she was missing out on something. maybe she wanted to know what being kissed felt like.