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@sherevival
#TAYLOR'S VERSION PRESENTS: An independent, multi-muse writing blog for characters across different medias and universes! Duplicate friendly and encouraged. Mature themes garner this a strictly 21+ rated blog. Multi ship and multi verse. Mutuals only! As worshipped by Taylor (she/her, 29). Established July 18, 2025. Find guidelines below the cut.
Lovingly affiliated with @showgal ♡ @imperiouslex
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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY BATBABE! but also....smile, good pussy should never make you frown :)))
🌈 for our muses to dance together - batcat :)
there is so much sadness, so much grief, interwoven in endings. even when bidding farewell to something bad, something malignant, it is strange to know that what once was will never be again. you can yearn for it, you can plead for it, you can even pray for it. but it doesn't come back. it doesn't return to you. selina's life has been defined by the people she has lost and the people she has left.
except, even when she does abandon him, her and the bat are without an ending.
instead, they linger. of course, they linger in each other's hearts, they even linger in each other's breaths, but what's more is how they linger in each other's silences. after all, your heart can stop beating, your breath can stop short in your lungs, but silence is forever. the silence is for the living and the silence is for the dead, and the silence is for the two lovers who will belong to each other in very way except one they can keep.
the bat can be found in every word she has ever spoken, in every thought she has ever had, in every lover she has ever entertained; and yes, you can find him in the stillness, too. but tonight, where you can find the bat is in the cat's arms. she leads this dance of theirs that is their love, and in this moment, it transcends to a literal dance for them to partake in. their music is the hum escaping in a soft rhythm from her lips. even still, they do not need music nor direction, not truly. their bodies understand how to move together, how to respond to each other in a choreography understood only by them.
as they do what lovers do, the moonlight does not shy away from them. the moonlight knows better than to illuminate them for the rest of the city, though. instead, the moonlight is an ally to the bat and the cat. the moonlight passes them by just so that they may see each other's faces. as if they require any light to know exactly how the other looks. this is their only city, this is one rooftop of many, and it's the two of them, forever, if not always.
for valentine's this year, selina kyle gives bruce wayne a lie. ❛ i'll still be here in the morning. ❜ she thinks it's the kindest promise to offer.
even if it is the cruelest to break.
🦢 for my muse to talk about someone they love - for selina >:)
❛ what's it like for you? ❜
selina kyle is rarely in the business of asking about others. her nature is of curiosity, sure, but not one of intrusion. she doesn't ask for the sake of hearing herself speak. she doesn't ask because she's a gossip. in this case,she asks, because she needs to know, what it's like for a man like lex luthor to love. she might not be as broken as he is. her edges certainly don't cut the people she loves as sharply as his do everyone who is around him. but they're both unfortunate individuals, regardless.
unfortunate individuals who are responsible for the two little ones playing in the corner.
❛ i was so scared i wasn't going to love helena. and i don't in the way bruce does, ❜ she confesses. it's strange, to make confessions to a man like lex. he is not her husband. he doesn't possess the same goodness. he never could. the problem is, neither could she. ❛ bruce would build this city for her. i would burn it down for her. ❜
because her love is one of destruction. her love means death. her love is suffocating, while bruce's is freeing. he's freed her. but will she crush their daughter?
she looks over at lex, now. thinks his love is probably destruction, too, but maybe it's something worse, as well. valentine's day might be lovers, but for people like selina, it's a day to remind her how fractured her heart is. so as eve and bruce and helena and luca and lena and all the other guests celebrate around them, selina looks at lex with as much intensity as a feline at her prey.
❛ so, what's it like for you? what is loving your baby, your children like? ❜
is it as twisted as selina's love?
“This is no time for confessing.“ / cat
valentine's day. 2026 version. lovers swarm metropolis, as populous as flies flocking to livestock on a farm. now, that was way too cynical to be a thought written in cat's head, but she's trying to get into the mind of lois here. cat pushes herself up on the other reporter's desk, crossing one well-toned leg over another. her skirt might be short by the standard's of anyone else, her bra just a little too displayed, but for cat grant, the look works.
❛ hmm. ❜ she tilts her face, fluffy blonde hair falling to one side. her heart-shaped lips turn into a smile. like a shark detecting blood in the water, the love columnist is ready to pounce. ❛ oh? what is it you need to confess? ❜ her manicured nails tap on the oak desk, drumming a song with a made-up rhythm. ❛ i would argue today--- valentine's day--- is the perfect time to do some confessing. ❜
so spill, lois.
→ BE MY VALENTINE!
prompts to celebrate valentine’s day, with options for romantic or platonic. even the enemies can have some valentine’s fun. ‘my muse’ meaning receiver’s muse! can also reverse if you’d like.
🌷 to kiss my muse
💖 to confess attraction to my muse
🍫 to give my muse a box of chocolates
🌹 to give my muse flowers
🧸 to give my muse a giant teddy bear
🍷 to invite my muse to dinner
✨ to go stargazing with my muse
☕ for our muses to have coffee together
🌈 for our muses to dance together
🌼 for my muse to compliment your muse
🥀 for my muse to confess a secret
🍒 for your muse to tie a cherry stem with their tongue
🦢 for my muse to talk about someone they love
🔪 for my muse to threaten your muse
🖤 for my muse to reject your muse
— ♥ —
“Be my valentine?”
“Would you be so kind as to fall in love with me?”
“Darling, you’re the one I want.”
“This is no time for confessing.“
“You know, darling, you bring out the worst in me.”
“If you’re free tonight, maybe we could spend some time together.”
“I know I’ve kissed you before, but I didn’t do it right. Can I try again?”
“I hate Valentine’s Day.”
“I love you— ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard?”
“You have my whole heart.”
“I hope I never lose you.”
“All the good in me is because of you.“
“If I could give you the moon, I would.”
“Eat your heart out.”
“We both have our rabid hearts.”
“I thought maybe we would kiss tonight.”
“You’re not the person I wanted to see today.”
“I love everybody because I love you.”
“Do you want company?”
“Nobody fucks me like me.”
“Can we always be this close?”
“Please don’t say you love me.”
“I once believed love would be burning red, but it’s golden.”
the heady combination of osmanthus and jasmine heralds her arrival. it's soon tainted by the tangy scent of blood as the arm attached to the hand training a gun on @sherevival suddenly snaps and twists, causing the offending weapon to drop onto the pavement; the meat sack opens his mouth to scream, but barely manages a whimper as several thorny vines of force their way down his throat.
poison ivy has the courtesy to completely engulf the man's convulsing body in verdure before tearing him apart, though it does little to spare selina from the wet squelch his flesh makes.
" batman's favorite pussycat is in trouble, yet he's nowhere to be found? " she muses aloud, dragging her fingers down a gnarled, blood-stained vine as though it were a delicate rose petal, bringing the ichor to her lips. she hums in satisfaction, though her eyes are still dark with appetite as she looks at catwoman.
" you must've really broken his heart this time, selina. "
she witnesses what she likes to call the eighth wonder of her world: the brilliant poison ivy in all her unashamed, unhinged glory. perhaps it should give a girl pause, to see and hear a man torn limb by flimsy, pathetic limb. but there's few men who don't deserve such treatment, now is there? especially when they had turned a gun on her, intent to bid farewell to her pretty head!
a splatter of blood whips through the salty night air, sailing towards the catwoman and landing on her hand. she pauses, hums in what just might be delight, then extends her tongue from her mouth to curl it around one of her sharp claws. she licks.
lick, after long, wet lick.
❛ it's always an honor to watch you work, earth mother! ❜ she praises, both sincere and teasing and entirely truthful. her voice drips with admiration. ❛ just between us girls, ❜ and catwoman saunters towards the monster of the green, sweet purrs that are the perfect imitations of her favorite felines singing from her lips. ❛ i prefer your style of saving a damsel in distress to batman's. ❜ she winks, her voice still dripping but with something headier than admiration this time.
she's something of an ice queen, being able to discuss her jilted lover in such a passive way. although never dispassionate, mind you. in that way, she's something like ivy, with the way they can detach themselves from their hearts and allow more primal urges to come out and play. speaking of play...
closer, closer, closer. the catwoman gets closer. she respects ivy's hatred for the human race, but wonders, not for the first time, if she's an exception. her face tilts. curious and all. ❛ will you ever forgive me? for breaking the heart of gotham's savior? after all, i hear i am not the only heartbreaker in this city... ❜
when she smiles, there's blood on her teeth.
MIKAELA HOOVER as CAT GRANT "SUPERMAN" (2025)
cat grant, i'm available if you are also available!!! (and maybe even then... )
slivers of moonlight manage to pierce the veil of gotham's grimy night sky. they reflect off the jewel in brilliant but haphazard scintillations with every tumble and vault from rooftop to rooftop, as if daring him to chase after it. and chase he does.
he matches her sprint for sprint, leap for leap, and fall for fall. their unspoken game stretches across the upper east side, and seems to be heading towards the narrows—increasing the likelihood that he would lose the jewel to the maze-like underbelly of the city.
he would lose her.
when she jumps to the next building, he appears to fall short of the momentum needed to make the landing and drops down towards the streets below. that little mistake may have just cost him this round of their never-ending game; so long as she maintains current pace, there's no way he'll be able to catch up to her... unless it wasn't a mistake at all, but a determined endeavor.
as she's about to reach the end of the roof, a grappling hook and wire shoots out from somewhere beneath the building and he surges into the air, cape fanning out in an impressive silhouette just before he lands in front of her. he takes a chance and reaches out—not for the jewel, still glittering in the moonlight, but for @sherevival.
" cat. "
the bat places a gloved hand on the curve of her waist. when she doesn't discourage him, he leans in close enough that she can feel the warmth of his breath on her lips.
" you've had your fun. now it's time to return what you stole. "
he's dazzling, isn't he? how he commands a dilapidated city with the same grace, the same majesty, as a civilization worthy of saving. the catwoman knows the shape of him, has spent nights memorizing the jagged curves of his body in the dark, her nails tracing into scars more haunted than ghosts. she could dig deep, deep, deeply into his wounds; she could draw blood. yet, for him, she always goes against the nature of the feline and chooses to soften her claws.
he lets her keep her secrets, and she lets him carry his.
the cat does not need to witness it for herself to know how the bat's cape extends through the air. how it slices into the skies like he could steal a piece of heaven and call it his own. and he needs, deserves, something for himself.
(yeah, sometimes she does wish that could be her.)
❛ it's one of its kind. ❜ admiration is conveyed by the silky smoothness of her voice. a voice that does not raise much in volume; they know the shape of each other's mouths enough to translate what needs to be said. that is, if the bat can concentrate on her words more than her... charms. ❛ i could share. ❜
she holds the jewel out to the bat in both her palms and allows the moonlight to bathe it in colors of glory. of course, as batman has positioned himself so very close to her, maybe he cannot appreciate the beauty of the display. you see, this jewel has been in the hands of queens and kings who have shaped empires, but nothing quite as extraordinary as the catwoman who has carved a hole in the chest of gotham's finest.
❛ tsk-tsk. it's not the jewel you want me to return, now is it, bat? ❜ shifting to hold her bounty in one hand, she takes a claw and points it at where his heart should be, that faulty organ he covers with kevlar and false rage.
jewels and diamonds are not all she has stolen.
can you....like or comment or hit me on the head if it's okay for me to follow you from my solo eve blog 😔
her face is a massacre of makeup. reds, blues, and purples are scribbled all over the fleshy canvas from every type of makeup that barbie could get her hands on. you see, clark had told barbie that halloween was scary, but barbie has never actually seen anything scary before. UNLESS you count weird barbie but she doesn't really think she qualifies???
anyways, she's in clark's living room, twirling around in her tinkerbell costume. one she had modified to include a bunch of fake knives jutting out of the stomach and chest. now, she definitely thinks that is scary, because she cut herself with a REAL knife once while cooking and honestly whoa, she still gets teary eyed just thinking about it!! she opens her mouth wide to reveal the plastic fangs she has hitched on her teeth. ❛ did i do it right, @sm4llville? do you think the little kids will love me? ❜ god, she hopes so...
☾ lustful action prompts.
a litany of prompts exploring intimacy and sexuality. mature audiences only; do not interact if you are a minor. add +reverse to reverse the roles. combine prompts by sending multiple at once. only use these prompts to portray consensual scenarios.
[beg.] sender makes receiver beg before giving them what they want.
[fumble.] sender struggles impatiently with receiver's clothes.
[shh.] sender stuffs their fingers in receiver's mouth to keep them quiet.
[tug.] sender grips receiver's hair to pull them closer.
[tie.] sender binds receiver's wrists with rope / belt / tie / etc.
[bite.] sender sinks their teeth into receiver's neck / shoulder / skin.
[scratch.] sender rakes their nails down receiver's back.
[drip.] sender drips spit into receiver's mouth / onto receiver.
[69.] sender and receiver go down on each other at the same time.
[needy.] sender teases receiver about how desperate they look.
[deep.] sender pushes receiver's head down during oral until they gag.
[eager.] sender holds receiver's head still and fucks their mouth.
[anchor.] sender pins receiver's hips while eating them out.
[grind.] sender grinds their hips into receiver while receiver gives them oral.
[press.] sender pushes a hand against receiver's stomach while inside them.
[hold.] sender grabs receiver's hand to hold while they have sex.
[pin.] sender pins receiver's wrists above their head.
[straddle.] sender straddles receiver's body to restrain them.
[clutch.] sender clutches receiver's jaw to hold their head still.
[hollow.] sender presses a thumb into the hollow of receiver's throat.
[cradle.] sender cradles receiver's throat in their hand, applying light pressure.
[stay.] sender cockwarms receiver.
[breed.] sender fucks receiver deep and finishes inside.
[stare.] sender forces receiver to maintain eye contact.
[cling.] sender wraps their legs tight around receiver's waist while they have sex.
[elevate.] sender places a pillow beneath receiver's hips during sex.
[suckle.] sender sucks on receiver's chest and nipples.
[eavesdrop.] sender fucks receiver where others can hear but not see.
[praise.] sender praises receiver for taking it well.
[hush.] sender forbids receiver from making a sound.
[chokehold.] sender locks receiver's throat in the crook of their arm.
[mark.] sender leaves hickeys on receiver where they will be seen later.
[nuzzle.] sender buries their face in receiver's neck mid-fuck.
[rut.] sender gets caught up, fucking receiver harder without warning.
&. 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.
( we love angst on this blog, what can we say. here’s some more dialogue prompts for you. a warning for potentially triggering themes below. )
❛ everything you touch, you ruin. ❜
❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜
❛ you can’t make me disappear. ❜
❛ memories are only there to make you bleed. ❜
❛ i don’t need your permission. ❜
❛ don’t shut me out like this. ❜
❛ the less you know, the better. ❜
❛ i won’t stop killing until you kill me. ❜
❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜
❛ you think i felt something for you? you’ve forgotten what i am. ❜
❛ the last time we talked, didn’t you say you wanted to kill me? ❜
❛ i felt something loosen in me that shouldn’t have been loosened. ❜
❛ pull yourself together. we have work to do. ❜
❛ stay back, i have a demon inside of me. ❜
❛ let me get closer, i have a hell inside of me where your demon can live. ❜
❛ people like that don’t deserve to live. ❜
❛ just do what you’re told. like you always do. ❜
❛ why do you have to make everyone hate you? ❜
❛ it’s better that you don’t get involved. ❜
❛ i’d do anything to make you stay. ❜
❛ who cares if it bleeds. ❜
❛ is this what you think love is? ❜
❛ just breathe through it. it gets easier. ❜
❛ don’t pretend that you cared about me. ❜
❛ i’m starting to think you like wasting my time. ❜
❛ we wouldn’t be alive if it weren’t for me. ❜
❛ i will never, ever, give you a moment’s peace. ❜
❛ the world doesn’t hate us. but it doesn’t love us either. ❜
❛ it hurts that you still can’t trust me after all this time. ❜
❛ a darkness with voices is better than a silent void. ❜
❛ it’s safer to be feared, than loved. ❜
❛ am i not good enough for you? ❜
❛ a burnt child loves the fire. ❜
❛ i’m tired of dying. ❜
❛ what if you hurt because it feels good? ❜
❛ don’t try to fix me, i’m not broken. ❜
❛ if you want me to die, you can just say so. ❜
❛ you don’t have to be afraid of who you are. ❜
❛ that line disappears once you cross it. ❜
❛ how can i believe you after all you’ve done? ❜
❛ i won’t let you forget about me. ❜
❛ the person you once knew me as, died. ❜
❛ are you going to leave me again? ❜
❛ i have nothing i could offer you. ❜
❛ no one is going to save you. no one can. ❜
❛ maybe you’re / i’m already dead. ❜
❛ you have blood on your hands. ❜
❛ what, can’t take a punch? ❜
❛ i’m your mind giving you someone to talk to. ❜
❛ you have to step out of this darkness and let them see you for who you are, like i have. ❜
the unfortunate eveism of this….
Lex and Eve both being millennials is really funny when you think as hard about it as I do actually…
My job is drafts, his job is to Stare
