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[vital-hammer]

Do you think I should perform at the festival?

( @averagehighness )

"Yeah! What would you perform?"

[sonataforsybelle]

Sleep with anyone you want or whatever BUT if you do it in Trinity Gate use the soundproof bedrooms or I'll beat you with a hammer, thank youuuu.

[cornstarrr]

starter for @404acle

>. This was just about showing her who the boss was.

Nothing else. Nothing more.

Yet, the black-hat hacker couldn't help but love the feeling of the other's fingernails digging into her scalp as her own hitched breath fogged up between Barbara's thighs. Her knees hoisted up over Binary's shoulders as her tongue was flickering upon the other hacker's clit feverishly.

" --- Should know better--- h a h -- than to argue with me, Oracle..."

Binary wasn't even sure why she was secretly looking for her approval. They were rivals, competitors -- with morals on different ends of the compass. Yet, as they had once more ended up in one of their signature arguments, tension had reached its peak.

This time, however, it ended with Binary on her knees, firmly holding the wheelchair that Oracle sat upon in place -- eating her out like her life depended on it. The green light coming in from the monitors above cascading their combined erotic silhouettes upon the floor.

"Y-You don't have somewhere to be, do you...?"

Good. Because Binary wanted to take her time with anything she was willing to give. That included her tongue working at the sensitive bundle of nerves in an endless motion, her other free hand traveling up Barbara's heaving chest -- pressing her fingernails against her breasts found underneath her shirt.

"---- Mm-mhm."

Emphasizing her words and presence by pinching the nipples over the fabric of Barbara's bra, Binary relished in the other's scent and taste. Hoping Barbara was enjoying this as much as she was -- although they were anything but on friendly terms.

Strange how these relationships work out sometimes.<

[follo-studies]

*A boy stares at Follo wide eyed at lunch. He just stares.*

@writersright

Follo considers staring back, but decides to just ignore the other's staring. It is a very difficult task.

[twomindedsubject]

starter for ~. @batgirlspain . ~

~. " -- If we find ya' prying around in our business again - We will happily send the Bat our deepest regard. So what will it be? You gon' leave out of here on your terms and free will - or in two body bags?" He shook his head. "Calm down.. There was no way this girl could be a threat to us. Right?" Harvey's voice rang out - but it quickly drowned out by the brutish thug of their divided brain - Two-Face. "Nuh-uh. She's seen too much. Either she scram - or we make her kick the can." "That barely rhymes." "--- Shut up."

[dividedbybinaries]

ooc; list of the crimes binary has committed in no particular order;

murder

theft

grand theft auto

fraud

cyber terrorism/cyber crime

assault on a police officer (on multiple occassions)

robbery

assault

arson

vandalism

money laundering

embezzlement

theres prob more but 🤷🤷🤷thats all that comes to mind rn

[nightshiftmedic]

continued from this +. @thatrudeengineer .+

+. The temptation to simply walk away and let the dispatcher settle this over the phone later was great. But Chiaki knew there was still a job to be done here; no matter how it grinded his gears to have been called out somewhere he clearly wasn't needed in the first place.

With a sigh, he followed inside the apartment right before closing the door to the outside. Thick eyebrows curled upwards in a slight frown.

"...----You are aware that calling 911 on false pretenses is a punishable crime in this state, correct?"

The guy obviously had a little too much to drink; that much was clear; so at least Chiaki had somewhere to start doing an assessment of the intoxicated man's health.

"...--- So how much have you had to drink tonight, sir?"

Seeing the inside didn't really help his case either. While it was better than most places Chiaki had seen where people had been in their worst of days; the place was sort of a mess.

"...And as much as I appreciate the invitation, I am on the clock. So it's my job to make sure you're doing alright, and you haven't had too many drinks."

So far, the man seemed to be handling the slurred speech and difficulty of walking straight just alright. That much told him that he was going to be okay, but he still couldn't just up and leave until everything had been done by the book.+