#(verse tbd.)

[tcrritory]

@royleteas liked for a starter !

her scowl is barely concealed as her brows furrow and she glances at him from the corner of her eyes. a hand moves to rest her chin on her palm, and she places her bookmark in her book. " i knew i smelled fairy. the stench is very distinct. " her legs cross and the slit in her dress exposes more of her legs, her foot bouncing up and down as she doesn't even spare him a second glance. " what could have possibly brought you close enough to become ENSNARED in sabertooth's territory? " he should be flattered that she even recognizes him as a fairy tail member.

[bela--dimitrescu]

Are you a princess?

@/mycophobic-fugitive

@mycophobic-fugitive

Bela paused at the question, the faintest hint of surprise crossing her expression. Children didn’t often address her so directly. There was something… disarming in it. Something innocent.

"A princess?" she repeated softly, a hint of amusement in her tone.

Her gaze lowered to meet the child’s, a slight tilt of her head following. "No… not quite. A princess would imply a kingdom," she replied, her lips curving just slightly. "I am the daughter of a countess."

[felledarrow]

“ LIAR LIAR! ” + were you ever in love with Solas?

anonymous / liar liar! accepting.

It's not a wholly unexpected question, nor is it an unreasonable one to ask. By modern standards, it would seem as though Felassan was in love with Solas. Even he must admit the loyalty and devotion in their relationship is painfully obvious, and the love he has for Solas cannot be rivaled by the love he has for any other.

But in love with him? Felassan shakes his head. "I love him more than anyone, but I have never been in love with him."

[pittheretic]

"but if i see one more cyber truck i swear to god i'm gonna floor it..."

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[hellscheer]

they survived the impossible. the past few days have felt like a living hell and yet … somehow everything felt okay again. despite the chaos that followed fighting vecna. nevermind the fact that she had to speak to the police to prove eddie, in fact, had not murdered her or kidnapped her – thus rendering him a free man. (at least in the eyes of the law.) nevermind the fact that jason was dead (or the fact she's hardly shed a tear over him) and all of hawkins was now under martial law. they were alive. and that was more than what could be said about most of vecna's victims. 

and things have even shifted in school. no longer does she sit at the table full of cheerleaders, or hang out with the jocks. her cheer outfit has temporarily been replace – but she rather likes the hellfire club t-shirt she now rocks. (she thinks she might wear this even when she can return to cheer.) for now, chrissy sits at a table of nerds, choosing the seat adjacent to eddie after setting her tray down one-handed. ❝ good news, ❞ she greets with a grin, carefully sitting at the bench to avoid banging her now cast-ridden arm. (a product of being under vecna's spell and having a single arm broken before ultimately being saved by the hero she sits beside.) ❝ the doctor says i'm on the mend. the bad news – i'm stuck wearing this cast for a few weeks. do you … erm, maybe wanna sign it? you'd be the first. ❞ she'd even rejected the cheer squad taking that honor. she wanted to offer this to the one who kept her alive during those hellish days. 

@museanthology : starter call.

[knowthings]

the  apartment  is  filled  with  the  upbeat  music  as  emery  dances  around  her  kitchen.  suds  float  through  the  air  as  she  alternates  between  washing  her  dishes  and  dashing  back  to  her  laptop  on  the  kitchen  island  to  see  if  she'd  gotten  a  reply  on  her  work  yet.  which  of  course,  she  hadn't.  it  was  unlikely  she  was  going  to  hear  back  tonight  if  she  hadn't  already.  but  with  the  tight  deadline  she  knew  her  client  had  ...  well  she  wanted  to  be  considerate.

emery  hums  quietly  as  she  turns  back  to  the  sink  and  washes  the  last  of  her  dishes.  as  she  turns  off  the  water  she  pauses,  head  cocking  to  the  side  slightly  as  she  glances  towards  the  open  archway  to  her  living  room  towards  the  sudden  creak.  brows  furrow  slightly  as  she  listens  for  a  few  moments.  but  without  another  sound  as  confirmation  she  shrugs  slightly  and  turns  her  attention  to  drying  the  dish  in  her  hands.  as  she  is  about  to  set  the  dish  down  on  the  counter  the  sound  of  an  unfamiliar  voice  sends  her  into  the  air  and  the  dish  across  the  room  in  the  direction  of  the  sound  as  she  screams.

eyes  wide  as  she  backs  away  she  asks, “    who  the  FUCK  are  you  ?  !    ”  she  reaches  out  behind  herself  as  if  looking  for  something,  anything  else  to  throw  in  the  strangers  direction.

@wcrldcfvtlvs    ↬      starter    call    ♥︎

[xoline]

❛  there you are. what the hell happened to you?  ❜ (joker)

THE BLACKLIST PROMPTS    ///.  (  @fallesto )

𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐖𝐀𝐒   𝐀   𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐄   𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐇𝐄𝐑.   Her   jaw   ached   from   how   hard   her   teeth   were   grinding   against   each   other.   Mascara   coating   sharp   -   angled   cheekbones,   blood   from   a   broken   nose   ─   her   broken   nose   ─   spilling   &   intertwining   with   the   black   of   her   lipstick.   She   could   taste   it   between   her   teeth,   metallic   &   wrong.   It   shouldn't   be   her   own   blood   she   tasted   this   evening,   it   should've   been   that   broken   bat's;   she   must   be   a   horrid   sight   ────    undershirt   &   stockings   torn,   open   wounds   coating   her   body   crimson,   chipped   nails   bleeding   all   over   her   malfunctioning   phone   (   Was   her   nail   chipped   or   just   fallen   off   entirely?   ).   Yet   all   that   paled   in   comparison   to   enraged   green   eyes   &   the   hunger   for   destruction   that   devoured   them.   Her   face   twists   into   something   ugly   as   the   question   takes   a   second   to   land,   &   for   a   moment,    just   a   moment   ────    SHE   WANTS   TO   CHOKE   HIM   WITH   A   COPPER   WIRE.

   ❝    What   happened?   What   the   hell   happened?   Like   you   haven't   heard   already,   it's   fucking   everywhere   ────   !    ❞    Her   worst   moments   immortalized,   not   via   a   lost   fight   or   a   plan   gone   wrong   or   a   blood   -   bath,   oh   no.   She   hadn't   been   that   lucky.   Instead,   betrayal   arrived   in   a   form   much   closer   to   home.   The   maggots   infesting   the   screens   wherever   she   appeared;   the   leeches   sucking   her   blood   for   relevance;   HER   ANNOYING   LITTLE   PARASOCIAL   FANCLUB   MOVEMENT   had   spread   farther   than   she   could   contain   ─   a   fire   quick   &   bright,   it   engulfed   everything.   The   narrative   she   had   spent   months   refining   was   tainted.    Her   voice   snarled,   ❝  They're   twisting   it   all   wrong   ─────   &   the   Bats'   are   feeding   into   it:   '   She’s   brainwashed   ',   or   '   She’s   just   another   Harley.   '   or   '   Joker   ruined   her   life.   '   or   '   You   can   tell   she’s   crying   for   help.   '   No   matter   what   I   do,   it's   a   sinking   black   hole   because   of   that   tramp's   mistakes. ❞ 

𝐀   𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓   𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃   𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇,   silencing   her   ongoing   rampage   as   she   paced,   gloved   hands   reach   for   the   alcohol,   taking   quick   searing   gulps   &   dumping   the   rest   on   her   broken   nose,   it   wasn't   just   Harley   Quinn...   was   it?   No.   Her   fury   reignites   a   hundred   times   over.   The   glass   bottle   in   her   hand   suddenly   felt   obscene.   Smashing   it   against   the   window,   she   shatters   the   delusion   in   an   instant   ─────

   ❝    It's   not   just   her,   it's   you   too   !   ❞    She   screeched   as   shattered   glass   showered   down   around   them.   This   was   it   ──── authorial   colonization.   She   was   denied   credit   for   her   crimes,   her   brilliance   &   her   genius,   even   before   she   had   been   entranced   with   or   even   met   Joker.   She   hadn't   convinced   her   classmates   to   hang   themselves   just   for   the   internet   to   now   rename   her   the   second   coming   of   a   cheap   victim   narrative.     ❝   I'm   her   sob   story   rewound,   & that   I'm   weak   enough   to   be   manipulated   by   you   !    ❞ 

────    𝐒𝐇𝐄   𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄   𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒   !

[virtualizes]

❛    you   know,   you   can   call   me   if   you   need   someone.    ❜    bandages,    scissors,    &    gauze   littered   the   floor   besides   them   as   rena   delicately   wraps   each    &    every   open   wound.    a quiet tut, she finishes up & ties up the last bandage. / @bombgirl, hold on.