#cityburning

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𓂀 “A little birdy told me you had a new project, but refused to share any details.”    @cityburning

[nota1one]

@cityburning sent : [ TXT ] : what are you doing tomorrow night ?

[ PENELOPE  -  SENT ] :   i  was  gonna  go  out  to  this  new  nightclub  i  heard  opened  up  a  few  blocks  away . [ PENELOPE  -  SENT ] :   kidding .   i  actually  threw  up  in  my  mouth  a  little  at  the  thought  of  going . [ PENELOPE  -  SENT ] :   idk  i'd  probably  just  end  up  watching  some  crappy  movie  on  tv  until  i  pass  out . [ PENELOPE  -  SENT ] :   why ?  do  you  have  a  suggestion ? [ PENELOPE  -  SENT ] :   . . .  am  i  going  to  like  it ?

[lefthooks]

@cityburning said: you did everything you could.

there is never enough time. in this world, it is possible for a man to soar across the skies and still feel the force of tragedy. his eyes track the darkening city, lifting away from the pity he fears finding only a few feet away. warm, yellow light fills the windows of the apartment building across from them, dozens of stories unfolding in solitude. 

❝ why do people say that ? it's not true, pen. there's always another angle. a different choice. if i did everything i could’ve, then everything would be okay. ❞  

[warplanet]

with @cityburning, garrus and penelope. — i am here to propose a quick little smooch for garlic penne 🫵

turians don't kiss like humans do, with lips and movement and all that noise — a turian kiss (at its most basic, in the simplest form) is a nuzzle, coaxing mouthplates against mouthplates to express fondness. when it's a turian and a human, however, an adaptation must be made; penelope doesn't have a pair of mandibles or smooth mouthplates to bump into, so the act in and of itself has to accomodate. garrus utilizes elements of his own natural, instinctive behavior... and borrows a piece from the human side of things, too, just to keep things familiar for the human woman he's grown fond of.

she's in the engine room. garrus hasn't stopped to ask why she's there, but he can see her fingers tap furiously over the console, her eyes honed in on the glowing projection before her. making adjustments, perhaps? looking for flaws in the normandy's system? monitoring the status of the ship? he'll ask later. around them, the engine hums a low, foggy rumble, a white noise that bathes penelope's work in cloudy silence. it's not quiet, but it's not loud — a dull roar, perfect for hiding his footsteps as he crosses the small bridge to join her. "i was looking for you." garrus secretly hopes she's startled by his presence, and hopes to see her face scrunch with frustration. it's cute when she does that. "forgot to give you something upstairs." that's pretty smooth of him, actually, a rarity given his track record. "so let me just..." the turian lumbers up to her, ignoring the console's irritating beep at her back, and, with both human and turian in mind, leans in to nuzzle at her lips and cheek. the human element he adds? he makes a sound, like a peck, when mouthplates brush skin. a popping sort of sound — a very human-sounding kiss. "there. don't let me forget that next time. or do. in that case, i'll be coming down here more often..."

[nota1one]

@cityburning : " it wasn't your fault . it was never your fault . " random lyrics prompts .

he  can  just  cage  his  scoff .      just .    within  that  millisecond  bob  didn't  care  if  she'd heard  it ,    a  flash  of  confidence  had  drawn  him  to  act  so  brazenly .    it  didn't  last  long  enough  for  him  to  bask  in  the  uncommon  sensation  of  confidence ,    and  bob  fought  to  shield  the  sound  with  a  cough ,    with  the  readjustment  of  his  shoulders ,    anything .        “ you  could  tell  me  that  a  thousand  times  and  i  still  wouldn't  believe  it . ”        teeth  bite  and  chew  at  his  cheek ,    grinding  against  flesh  already  ulcered  and  inflamed ;    it  rarely  had  a  reprieve  from  the  mistreatment  of  his  teeth .    shoulders  fold  in  on  himself ,    for  someone  so  tall  bob  could  bear  the  thought  of  taking  up  too  much  of  her  space ,    being  in  the  same  room  was  enough  of  an  invasion  in  her  space .

“ just  wouldn't  go  in ,    y'know ? ”        he  raises  a  limp  arm  to  tap  at  his  forehead ,    the  finger  bends  and  curls  into  a  claw , its  knuckle  wants  to  rub harshly  into  his  eyes .    a  shuddering  exhale  pauses  his  hand ,    and  returns  it  to  his  lap  with  some  reluctance .        “ it  would  if  you  said  it  was  my  fault ,    s'not  like  i've  not  heard  it  before . ”        his  brief  laugh  barely  rocks  his  shoulders ,    it's  just  enough  to  jolt  his  body  and  pull  the  meagre  smile  into  a  downturn  that  leaves  a  faint  gleam  of  grief  in  dark  blues .    it's  self  pity  —    he  wished  he  could  think ,   feel ,   anything  but  this .        “ it's  fine ,    probably  better  not  to  say  anything  than  try  to  convince  me  of  somethin'  i'm  not  gonna  believe . ”       

[spiderz0mbie]

𝙳𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝚂 𝙶𝙾! - 𝙿𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙼𝙰𝙽 𝟻000 | @cityburning | playlist meme

      Adrenaline pumped through her veins like premium gasoline, fueling her intense fight with New York's very own crime lord. WILSON FISK. When the heel of her combat boot came into contact with Fisk's jaw, Cassandra cherished the moment. Her euphoric bliss was short lived as The King Pin grabbed onto her legs and slammed her into the polished floor of his office. A human shaped dent forms into the expensive tile upon impact, knocking the wind out of the spider in the process. In the distance, his elevator dings - The notorious crime lord lifts his head towards the doorway. He wasn't expecting visitors. ❝ 𝑁𝑜𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛, 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒? ❞ Spider-Zombie groaned in response to her rival, using all of her might to pick herself off the ground. ❝ I didn't phone a friend man. ❞ She wheezed out beneath the mask. ❝ You piss a lot of people off on a daily basis. I don't know what to tell you. ❞

       Irritated that the spider can't stay down, he attempted to hook another punch in her direction. Spider senses still in tact, she dodges it with a flip and gives herself some distance. Finally, the visitor enters the office on the top floor . . wearing a gas mask. A web shoots from Spider-Zombi'es wrist and she launches herself into the ceiling corner. Furious at how his night was going, Wilson Fisk tightens both of his fists and a vein pulsates beneath his forehead. ❝ 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘𝑠? ❞

[ioracle]

𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 . . . 𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝙰𝙸𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝙾𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙻𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙲𝚁𝚈𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙰𝙶𝙴 » 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 @cityburning i'd tell you to hurry, but i'm sure you know what you're doing.

it's a deep sigh that's head down the comm line. eyes flicker upwards in a slight roll, teeth biting down on the inside of her cheek to reign back a witty retort. what was that saying? the enemy of my enemy is my friend. oracle certainly doesn't approve of anarchy's methods, but with the lives of so many gothamites at stake she can't afford to be picky. ❝ take a right at this next junction. ❞ is all she offers in reply. gaze flickering between the footage of the gotham highways and the flashing dot on a map indicating penelope's location in the city. of course, there's the cluster of red dots following close behind her to content with.

they're too close, and she's only got one shot to get this right. ❝ now take a left. get off the highway. i'm transmitting a new route to your sat nav. it's the long way round. you're going to have to trust me on this one. ❞ with the click of a button the information is transmitted, showing a route that will take her to the very outskirts of gotham before circling back to the clocktower. ❝ in approximately ten minutes the railroad crossing on 8th avenue will close for a freight train passing through to bludhaven. if you make it to the other side before the barriers close you have a good minute to lose your little friends. ❞ the tricky part will be the timing. there's only seconds of margins for error. ❝ you've got this. though you might want to press on the gas. ❞

[aratsaka]

@cityburning sent: when we get out of here, drinks are on me.

if and when they got out of here, mack would be having a serious chat with jackie. the company wasn't the issue on this job, rather the job itself. he had no problems with running headfirst into danger — he used to work for arasaka, for christ's sake — but since he'd been fired, if he were running into danger, he at least wanted to know about it.

“ you're incredibly optimistic. ” he says, focusing on the shells he's loading into shot gun. “ but since you're offering, i like a shochu negroni. ” mack laughs, cocking his gun and turning to look at penelope. “ okay, ready to go? i'm dying to blow some poor bastard's head off. ”