#cutiewithaspot

[bonesandbrimstone]

cutiewithaspot replied to your post: // I can’t even use icons of human Johnny from...

Is there anyway you can make any?

// Nah it’s all terrible looking, at least when he’s human. I can get some Rider icons. He has a one shot out next week where Noto’s drawing it, so I can probably get a bunch out of that.

[bonesandbrimstone]

“Just for you~”

💀 - “Oh, woah...damn, Neena. Have I told you how lately how glad I am you’re home?”

[irxnfxst]

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Under normal circumstances he would speak his mind, but, with a gun against his head Danny found it best to keep his mouth shut. He ground his teeth together; he was nervous. Maybe he could wrench it from her, and maybe he was totally boned.

[contemplativeonimaker-blog]

cutiewithaspot

“It is rare that young women come to visit me, even rarer when they carry weapons. Do you have business with me, or do you simple wish to partake in tea with me?” 

[irmakruhl-blog]

❛ fuckin’ nerd ❜

send me ❛ fuckin’ nerd ❜ for this.

how my muse clicked with yours : immediately┆almost right away┆slowly┆after several interactions┆they haven’t a thought my muse has about yours : “I wonder how long it takes for her to take control.”a strange thought my muse has about yours :  “ I wonder how she feels about pinup dolls”a thread/plot i’d like for our muses :  bad Blood AU. Ohhhhh the things that could be done.

[Meme: ACCEPTING]

[bonesandbrimstone]

Dom ran her fingers through his blonde hair. "Tired, Baby?" She asked as she looked down at him as he head rest against her breasts.

“mmhmm...”, he mumbled, muffled by her chest. He nodded softly, sleepily cuddling into her.

[titansinmycrosshairs]

A month had gone by since Slade had rescued Neena from Gotham’s back alleys. In that time, he had been by her side night and day, tending to her wounds and making sure that everything healed properly. He knew it would take far more time for her to be back at one hundred percent, but that was only the physical. The emotional and psychological damage was, he feared, irreparable. 

Though he had been very diligent and tended to her every need, he also kept his distance. The kiss they had shared made it clear how Neena felt about him, but Slade was in hot water. Very hot. He had sold her down the river to Roman Sionis, Gotham’s infamous Black Mask. He had beaten and abused her to near death, and it was all because of Slade’s commitment to his word. Because of this, he continued to remain distant. They rarely spoke, and Slade often gave her space, preferring to keep to himself. 

Tonight was one of those rare nights in. The jobs he had been offered were either stuff a rookie could take care of, or something completely ludicrous. The elder mercenary sat in his study, peering into the roaring fire.