#1stflight

[fartemis-crock-a]

sending the ship thing but bc of artgrant <3

lemme know if you wanna ship @1rstflight

OMG NOX YOU KNOW HOW I FEEL

our lil disaster mercenaries. I love them so much. it started off as kindof a -shrug- why not but it turned into something so weirdly sweet???? and grant keeps traumatizing her a lil bit????? which she deserves, lbr.

anyways;; long story short. love them. need to work on that prompt you sent me for them. so glad we pushed them together to see what would happen

[twcfaces]

@1rstflight

"We just wanna talk."

Two-Face is difficult to describe as 'wanting to talk', considering the very visible rage.

"You pulled us apart like two halves of a bagel. Didn't you know that would hurt?"

Fuck omnipotence, powers, Spectres, Green Lanterns -

"--- didn't you?"

[snkts]

❛i’d say we make a pretty good team.❜

No matter how many wars he fights, there's always something satisfying about a victory - a job well done. When the dust settles and you know you came out on top. Yeah, that was the good shit. This was the good shit.

Logan hates going to space. With a few exceptions, he hates most things that come from space. He likes to think, given Thanos, the Kree, the Skrull, the Shi'ar, the Watcher, the Collector, the Symbiotes, the Celestials, Apocalypse, Galactus, the Chitauri, and so on and so forth, he's well within his right to feel that way. On the odd occasion, something good came down, and it balanced itself out. It certainly was easier to take on a Skrull fleet with those constructs the Lantern made.

"We sure do." Logan agrees, extending his hand to shake. "Pleasure fightin' with ya', Glowstick. We'll have to do it again some time."

[fartemis-crock-a]

📼📼📼

childhood memories. 3 shorter ones with very different vibes 👉 @1stflight

nine years old: 4:45 a.m. sunday, may 23.

it smells like blood.

not an uncommon smell, in the crock household--- but an unexpected one.

it wakes artemis up;; the scent of copper and sweat drifting up the stairs. briefly--- she wonders if dad got hurt again. she doesn't think he went out last night. not as sportsmaster. but who knows--- maybe the green lantern found them. or maybe dad lost too many big bets again.

whatever the reason. artemis is up. bare feet padding across the carpet. carefully;; so that mom doesn't hear her when she creeps out onto the stair landing.

she knows where she can listen to mom and dad without them noticing.

12 years old: 8:45 p.m. friday, november 17th.

the ice is cold.

---the skating rink is empty now. empty enough that artemis had been able to shed her pads, and her skates. taking the opportunity to lay flat on the ice and cool herself off.

ice is cold. and cold is good--- and when things are good she doesn't have to think about things that are bad. like the fact she lost dad money tonight. she'd started a fight during the scrimmage. punched rick tyler right in the nose--- broke it. fucked up her chances of scoring any more goals.

dad is going to pretend he isn't pissed--- but he left before she could get out of the locker room. she'll have to walk home tonight. it's only two blocks--- not too bad. but then dad will be sitting there, pretending not to be disappointed in her. but right now;; gods, she doesnt want to think about that. she lets the cold soak into her bones instead.

15 years old: 8:47 a.m. august 28th.

she can't believe she did it.

---what 15 year old can say they sucessfully broke their parents out of jail? artemis fucking crock, that's who.

sure it had taken some blackmail--- and she'd bleached her hair. thrown on a stupid pink outfit to hide her identity. but she did it.

the teenager's excitement had been palpable. her grin wide as the transportation truck had been driven off the road. releasing sportsmaster and tigress from the back. artemis had held her uninterested, teenage supervillain character together for a moment. but hell--- the face dad had made when the hedgehead called her by her real name had probably given it away anyway.

she'd saved them. waller could fucking eat it.

[fartemis-crock-a]

 💋 cheek kiss post bar fight or a grant thingie---up 2 you!!!

first 5 get kisses - 4/5 @1stflight how dare u make me make this impossible decision

"--hey."

her voice cuts through the silence.

it's 2 am. last call. ----not that they're even inside the bar anymore. they'd been escorted out a few minutes before when she'd tossed her beer bottle at another patron's head.

a hand finds his shoulder;; stopping hal's stride for just a moment as artemis acted on impulse and pressed a moist kiss onto his cheekbone. ---before promptly shoving him away.

"you ain't so bad, y'know that?"

[blogofhistory-blog1]

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[desmondzai86]

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[johnlawton]

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