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When you get online, I think, "Yay! They're online!" Copy this only to the blogs it's genuinely true for, so that the people you love know it.
A little fun with a bird
Poison Ivy smiled faintly to herself as she sat in one of her under ground lairs within old Gotham. She was pleased with what she had done with the place in the short while she had it. Pacing across the wet floor she moved towards the briefcase she had stolen just hours before. "Mmm come to mommy." She purred lightly and inserted a seed into the lock keeping it closed. Soon enough, the sprout had opened the lock by breaking it from the inside out and Ivy greedily opened the case pulling out a red liquid with a flask. "Perfect." She mused walking over to her make shift table were three pots of soil lay. Pouring the liquid over each pile of dirt she smiled giddily and tossed the empty flask to the side. "Now... We wait." She mused.
Dickie / Lance
Name: Guinevere Marie Grayson-Bruner
Gender: Female
General Appearance: Her hair likes to switch between black and dark brown depending on the season; and her eyes are deep blue. She has a very light array of freckles. As a kid, she was taller for her age, and as she got older, she remained that way. As an adult, she stands at 6’ - taller than both parents.
Personality: She’s quirky, smart, and quick on her feet. She won’t stand for injustice anywhere - even if it gets her in trouble. She likes to pick on both Lance and Dick for failing at using the stove top.
Special Talents: Acrobatics; dancing; perceptive; prodigal in mathematics - she can sing and play acoustic guitar, too.
Who they like better: Depends on the day.
Who they take after more: …Does Uncle Tim count? XD
Personal Head canon: She first started doing the splits on accident when she was 2 years old; also, when she was 2, her favorite way to travel through the house was to tumble repeatedly. She doesn’t seem to get dizzy easily.
Face Claim: Emily Browning
bonjour, homme || birdofthenightwing
Remy was sitting on a stool, in a near by cafe. He had ordered some coffee and a bagel with strawberry jelly. He had gotten his coffee a few seconds after he ordered it, and took a big sip from it. He sighed in relief and then sat the cup down. Only to then take a big bite from his bagel. He watched the people around him, and the people that were coming through the cafe doors.
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Incoming Call: Dickie-butt
“Heyyyyy mah Dickie wassup?” he pauses to snicker, “Mah Dickie… Hehehehe… I’ma touch-touch my Dickie-dick.”
Harry Potter~
Harry Potter: Do people have high expectations of you?
I don’t think the family does; I think the family just wants me to have enough respect for myself… And to not die… or go crazy… or… you know, normal stuff. Shut up, Bruce, I don’t want to go to college.
People outside the family? There are pretty high expectations - especially when it comes to work. To do the right thing; to draw enough attention. It might not seem like a lot, but considering my work… it can be, literally, life-threatening or even self-degrading. *Laughs.*
OoC;;
evanspykedaniels reblogged your post: #THEN WE CAN MAKE A CHICK FLICK ABOUT IT
You never know. Then by the end of it, they’ll be having a fivesome. Or that can be an alternate ending or something.
birdofthenightwing reblogged your post: #THEN WE CAN MAKE A CHICK FLICK ABOUT IT
OH MY FREAKING GOD THIS COULD TOTALLY BE A THING.
Tim should get them a house this should be a thing. That eventually happens...in my main verse. Cause Tim likes Evan enough. And he's attempting to hang out with Lance. And doesn't hate Dick, or anything, he was just pissed with Dick so...I dunno. That could very well be a thing. We should just make a group on skype and talk about this... Except my Tim muse just said that it's not conducive to raising Jason. And then T.J. just said that the kid's gonna be messed up regardless, Pietro did drugs around him. And now they are fighting.
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I told Lance that everyone he loves was turned into an animal.
That was the girliest shriek I have ever heard. Far too amusing. XD