#cloudboxing

[warplanetarchived]

📝 + dc!

you already know i am right on the edge of writing diana prince with simone ashley as my fc (i'm like right on the cusp of committing to it.........). and while i don't think i would do a good job at writing him at all, i love batman. like i love that character dearly. my knowledge of batman would fit in a thimble it's so small, but i love him. can't write him well but god i wish i could!

[rockerb0y]

and what if i left night city? ( left you; us. ) / from altiera

     LACONIC  query spared no trace of magniloquence to cushion its execrable connotation, unindicative of a mordant sense of humour or an innocuous upsurge in wanderlust. the conceptual scenario was intentional in its singular diction, and from its portentous undertone did chagrin's black mass burgeon within. tension stiffened stance and jaw, tautly clenched behind a sneer which bespoke both aversion and exasperation. too many hollow threats had defanged her of menace yet the question still gnawed at him to an irritant degree. the novelty of alt's dramatics was only as effective as his willingness to volley her verve and tonight's theatrics had already staled.

you can't. you won't.

     ❝  so what if ya did ?  think you'll be happier, more fulfilled after a change of scenery ?  gonna save you some time 'n clue you in now: doesn't matter where you scurry off to or how far that intercity bus goes. it's the same shit, in slightly different piles. you'll be nothing to no one all over again. ❞  the hand supplied a voice to occupy the silence, a perfect mimicry of his own and ripped just as raw from the throat. often was his chrome at odds with him but not this time; for once, they were aligned in their sentiments — desperation dressed in ire. ❝  ghost off if you wanna make some bullshit point, fine — just don't expect to feel any more seen. ❞

     unceremoniously was the stunted cigarette dropped onto the back alley's concrete and resolutely stubbed out by his combat boot; a replacement had already been pledged to himself in recompense after their squabble naturally fizzled out. silver digits flexed out an impulse to close the distance between them, to forcibly seize and moor her to him lest the fantasy had even a suspicion of reality. no such action came to fruition but gait showed no initiative to abandon the netrunner in the throes of a schism. until the supposition's uncertainty was resolved, there was no intention to sever himself from her presence or trust her to renounce the notion unaided.

     ❝  go ahead 'n ring me when you need someone to drive ya back home. see if i pick up. ❞

[elizakardel]

the love, care, ENTHUSIASM, and unmitigated dedication you wield for eliza is nothing short of inspiring to me and to others. not only just eliza, but her entire world. she's so well-layered ( like the most beautiful onion ), and nothing gets lost in translation. everything serves a purpose to tell eliza's story in segments, from the npcs you choose to share to the edits that offer visual context & feeling. not only that, but the music. so much music (which, OBVIOUSLY) and the playlists and the chapters that detail her ups and downs with said music. i could go on and on! i'm so very lucky to have you as both a genuine friend and writing partner in this hobby. xo

[nutsos]

“  heyyy,  @cloudboxing...  heh,  thanks  for  pickin'  up !  i  know  it's  stupid  late,  i'm  sorry.  's  starting  to  drizzle  out  here.  uhm,  are  ya  home  by  any  chance ?   i  got  donuts…  ”

[strnza]

⚡      random  INCORRECT  QUOTE  EDITS,  bc  i  feel  like  it  (:      /      @cloudboxing    +    eliza.

[likesouvenirs]

the red barn was aspen’s favorite. it was the least populated spot on the whole ranch and aspen’s favorite place to escape and get some quiet. a one track mind as she transferred bays of hale from the bed of the red chevrolet to the far corner of the structure. usually she’d ask someone else to do it, but the labor helped soothe the racing thoughts in her head. the finances, the dividing of the workload, the tenants… it added up.

she had no idea the stress shawn must have been under. it almost made her a bit nauseous. was this what she wanted long term?

‘ i love watching you work, ‘ aspen heard @cloudboxing, peering over her shoulder at the rancher. the brunette smirked and placed the hay on an organized stack before standing to her full height. 

pulling a wired earphone out of her ear, aspen approached a bench and stretched her legs. “yeah? i’m listening,” grateful for the distraction, shoulders relaxed as she looked towards him. 

“because it’s hot, or ‘cause of my fantastic work ethic?”

[rockerb0y]

     UPROARIOUS  exaltation resounded throughout the grungy hallways of the venue, laudatory and zealous in their endorsement for his campaign against capitalistic destabilization. the adrenaline from the live performance elevated the existent high from narcotics and hastened gait past scattered stagehands, hindered temporarily by the snare of ardent fans in transit yet no less inspirited to reach his destination. acidic remarks and forceful shoves were relied on as effective counterpoise to obstacles and encumbrances, whether they were animate or not. the green room was his refuge from the cries of the avid aficionados beyond the security barrier and all at once were they deadened to quietude after a purposive slam of its door.

     near the tattered couch across the room was she spied, wraithlike in the dim lighting and mute of enamored  greeting which may've better honoured their amatory exploits. the inattention was initially requited as the nearby guitar case's clasps were thumbed open and its vacancy was filled, mindful of the instrument's deposit into its makeshift coffin while opening pleasantry warmed his tongue; the first word of their reconciliation was claimed for himself, not unlike the final word of their latest feud.

     ❝ well, fuck.  look who waited up for me. decided to call the  lover's quarrel  off early ?  must'a been a slow-ass day at work. ❞

     proposed prescription for her tedium presented itself as an unlit cigarette, affixed in mouth and brought to life by lighter's flame. leisured strides closed the distance between them until a seat was taken beside her, liberally spread and wide enough to assert entitlement to the weathered cushions. bare knees tested the integrity of damaged denim as she gravitated closer and leaned, ambiguous in intention until her thumb was dampened and purposefully scrubbed against cheek; only half a drag had been taken prior to her spontaneity yet consent was still proffered via absence of complaint.

@xitmusic: 「SMUDGE」 alt cleans lipstick off his face

     ❝ what, did one of 'em get me in the crossfire ? ❞   burnished touch glided slow along the outside of her thigh until hip's curve, firming its hold to coax leg higher and over to maneuver her into a straddle. imbalance was remedied with applied pressure downwards, upholding the guise of a more advantageous position for the undertaken task; its benefit was well-received. ❝ bet it's that one broad from the  fan club,  the one that camps out for hours to secure that preem spot in front. gets her kicks from seein' her lipstick on my cheek and calls it a night after rubbin' one out. harmless, though. maybe not the best person to get'a hold of my dna but definitely not the worst. ❞

     a lopsided smile softened countenance and eye contact was sought, a wink quick to follow while the offending mark was purified and wiped clean. the cigarette awaited her as both reward and truce, a means to curb her occupational stressors and certify conflict resolution. even at its worst, alt's company did much to ameliorate the racket outside the walls.

     ❝ chick's got nothing on you, alt. ❞

COMFORTABLE INTIMACY PROMPTS

[strnza]

ditching  the  goon  squad  is  a  feat  in  and  of  itself  -  for  that  alone,  she'd  like  some  credit.  eliza  has  buried  the  lead  of  all  those  who  would  find  (and  reprimand)  her;  bodyguards,  managers  and  more  who  expertly  drag  the  kicking  &  screaming  love  bot  back  to  her  ivory  tower  and  throw  away  the  key.  for  now,  she  finds  viktor's  underground  clinic  with  the  unfettered  ease  -  it's  practically  her  second  home  in  this  breathing,  bleeding  city.

the  moon  hangs  high  in  the  sky,  the  never-ending  buzz  of  vermin  and  innocents  alike  swirling  into  deafening  nonsense  -  the  starlet  has  the  hood  of  her  coat  pulled  low  over  her  forehead,  sunglasses  masking  any  trace  of  recognition  past  her  expertly-covered  ink.  eliza  knocks  a  wordless  greeting  on  the  wall  as  she  makes  it  into  the  secluded  area  of  his  operating  room  -  and  only  when  she's  sure  that  they're  alone  does  she  begin  to  remove  the  makeshift  disguise;  sure  to  keep  the  bloody,  bruised  and  poorly-wrapped  (injured)  hand  in  the  pocket  of  her  coat.

"hey,  doc,"    eliza  calls,  sheepish  smile  on  tired  features,    "got  a  surprise  for  you."    spoiler  alert:  she's  the  surprise.  (and  her  fucked-up,  post-bar-fight  hand.)

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