#doomedwarlock

[bats1gnals]

@doomedwarlock // starter call

"I have an idea I've been meeting to run by you," Babs remarks, flashing the demonolgist a warm smile. "I noticed that the League has been encountering more and more supernatural creatures recently and I though making a map could be helpful. Specifically an interactive map -- one we could use to not only track where certain creatures have been found but put little bites of information into it. Having a little bullet point list of supernatural does and don'ts for field work would be helpful, don't you think?"

[musesmyway]

@doomedwarlock || s.c

"You looking for something?" Bruce speaks, only revealing where he's hiding up just above eye level because he's curious. "Not a lot of folks go sniffing around this place."

[cxpedcrusxder]

@doomedwarlock sent:

it's honestly nothing. I can deal with it myself.

PROMPTS FOR PATCHING UP WOUNDS

🦇—-;; Bruce can't quite help the quiet scoff that leaves him, though there is a bit of self realisation that he has said these exact words before to keep people from worrying, it hadn't worked then either. The lenses in the cowl narrow and the Bat takes a step forward. "It would be easier to let someone else help." He says, hand gesturing to John in a semi-lazy fashion. "Speaking from experience, and not doubting your ability to handle it on your own."

He shifts, pulling his cape with his other hand so that it sat better, out of the way and he huffs again, lips pursing a little. "Now are you going to sit and let me take a look or are you going to make this more difficult for yourself?"

[kxllerblond]

@doomedwarlock / sc

The silence bordered on unnerving, had long since traveled into the realm of uncomfortable at the very least. It was only at that breaking point did the cambion finally turn and initiate conversation as if he hadn't just been standing there looking out into the scenery like some cryptic fuck.

❝ On average, how many apocalyptic situations would you say you prevent or have a hand in preventing? I've been feelin' far too at peace lately, I think. I figure clueing myself in to the catastrophic nonsense I'm not typically privy too should solve that rather quickly. ❞

Give it up for Clark Thompson, completely normal and not at all insane individual.

[morcgo]

-⠀ ݁ ⠀. . MAIN VERSE STARTER (@doomedwarlock) : DELUSION

SHADOWS   TENDRILS   WERE   NOT   CONFINED   BY   SUIT,   armor   encased   in   cave,   a   different   kin   of   darkness   curled   around   grey   hood   in   the   bar.   tonight,   no   mission   had   led   him   to   a   place   strange   to   his   routine,   but   the   search   for   a   refuge   [   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚐𝚞𝚎   𝚊𝚗𝚍   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢   𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍   𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔   𝚏𝚘𝚛   𝚑𝚒𝚖   𝚒𝚗   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜   𝚘𝚏   𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚜   𝚘𝚛   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜   𝚘𝚏   𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛,   𝚗𝚘𝚝   𝚒𝚗   𝚝𝚑𝚎   𝚕𝚘𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜   𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜   𝚘𝚏   𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠’𝚜   𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚔.   ]

sat   on   a   stool,   hand   swirled   glass   within   grip,   stirring   liquid   in   a   turmoil   that   reflected   his   own.   ALIVE,   his   parents   had   walked   behind   him   every   night,   vanishing   beyond   reach.   HAUNTED,   mind   had   distracted   itself   with   their   image,   disregarding   criminal   on   the   ground,   until   shot   shoved   him   back   to   present.   NOW,   tale   of   wounded   shoulder   had   spread,   infecting   with   worry   each   gaze   cast   at   him.   BUT,   HE   HAD   TO   KNOW   WHETHER   COUNCIENCE   HAD   SUCCUMBED   OR   HAD   BEEN   TAMED   BY   OUTER   FORCES.   thus,   he   left.   to   investigate.   to   find   himself   again.

silhouette   filled   the   empty   seat   on   his   right,   and   cigar   smell   denounced   the   identity   of   the   man   before   he   could   speak   [   𝚌.𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍  ]   .   eyes   kept   focused   in   golden   liquid   when   bruce   asked,      ❛   have   you   found   something?   ❜

[hexsreality]

@doomedwarlock inquired: “ ⛓ ” // an au? Some weird (eldritch?) magic contract?

Send “ ⛓ ” for an arranged marriage starter ⤷ Accepting!!

Wanda Maximoff hadn't expected an arranged marriage in her lifetime, but there was a first time for everything. The magic community had voted without Wanda's knowledge, or consent, to arrange a marriage between her and another powerful member of it to protect her from Chthon and his cultists. She was furious about this whole arrangement with a man she'd never even met and who never bothered to attend any gatherings. Another thing Wanda was upset about was she didn't need to be protected by this stranger when she could protect herself.

She stood before a full-length mirror, staring at herself in the mirror, to be met with the sight of herself in her wedding dress. She wore a scarlet wedding dress instead of a white one, with gold jewelry to contrast it. Wanda reached up to adjust the necklace around her neck for the third time, indicating that she was nervous to go through with the impromptu wedding. Sighing heavily in defeat, she stepped away from the mirror, ready to face this challenge. Wanda clutched her hands together for a brief moment before exiting the room to a narrow corridor. She reached the end of the corridor to a set of heavy double doors that she reached for the door knobs, pulling it open to be greeted by the sight of the various guests that turned to look toward the bride. Wanda's violet eyes were locked on the one person who did not turn to look at her, whose back faced her instead. Her soon-to-be husband. Wanda made her way through the crowd of people, she didn't take her eyes off him until they were standing side by side.

[emeraldbuilt]

"We both know what it takes to survive."

@doomedwarlock LIKED A STARTER CALL

[publicabsent]

@doomedwarlock: "Who did this to you?" / accepting.

she won't look up, trying to ignore the feeling of blood trickling down from the gashes on her legs. those aren't her only injuries, her whole delicate frame aching & bruised. she isn't sure how to answer his question, to be honest. most people aren't receptive to a ghost did this to me. so she's quiet, gaze wide & empty. her head shakes, refusing to answer. it doesn't matter, anyhow.