#euphoriabled

[roidesvoleurs]

@euphoriabled, unprompted

❛ Stormy, you a sight for sore eyes, sha. ❜

[rvndrkhlme]

MEMES

@euphoriabled ASKED: " I can bear my pain so long as it has meaning. " - Ororo

RAVEN'S MOUTH opens , to start to speak , but at the last second she holds her tongue . ororo hardly needs raven's pessimism souring her day .

❝ . . . sure . yeah . if that's how you look at it , that's good . good . ❞

[legion-transcendent]

@euphoriabled asked: " I remember you, " River says, scanning him with eyes that never fully wanted to focus on one thing. Paranoia made her feel an itch to look around whenever she was still for too long. Two by two, hands of blue. He was like her. Was he also looking over his shoulder? Were they also looking for him? She should talk to Simon. "You're here."

Unprompted

   David wants to go unseen. He wants to sit in the dark corner of this space port bar and watch the inhabitants. Wants to observe, to take in every exit and every threat before he moves, before he approaches whatever prospects he can pick out in the gargle of surface thoughts floating around. Unfortunately, he’s drawn attention. Not the malicious kind but her gaze, unfocused as it is, still makes him squirm.

    He unconsciously scoots back in his chair, sinking deeper into the gloom of his little corner. A hand fidgets with the pages of his journal; the well-worn book was slammed shut the moment her soft words broke his concentration. She moves silent and her thoughts are hard to grasp. He’d felt her the moment she stepped in here, tasted the familiarity in her emotions and felt a jab of terror.

    Does she have handlers? Are they here with her?

   “You …,” he starts, voice softer than the constant susurrus of conversation around them. Slowly a hand slips into his coat, long fingers seeking the hilt of a knife. Just in case he has to defend himself. Just in case the killer has to come out. “I’ve tasted you before. You were in that … place. … Are They here?”

[goldblumstandard]

@euphoriabled said we’re friends so now she’s stuck with me. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

There’s always a long, tense moment with Jake after he loses one of these friendly little shoot-outs of theirs; if Mickey’s being honest, it’s one of the leading reasons he’s been considering getting out of the game. That and things had gotten awfully dull in Vic’s absence. Even these little games felt like less fun than they had been a few years ago! Jake’s reaction is the same as it’s always been, though. Give the cooling body a hundred-yard stare as if that’s gonna magically retract the bullet and patch up the hole, gives Vic Jules, now, a mechanical handshake, turn, and leave the room. Jules and Mickey will sit a second longer with the ex-competitor and then Dianna will show up and they’ll follow her back out.

So they all hear the sharp click of high heels quite clearly, and long before Jake’s anywhere near the stairs. Jake snaps out of his post-failure fugue, sharpening up at the noise draws closer, and Jules tenses and curses every idiot on this strip for insisting only the draws get to carry as the sound stops echoing, the source drawing nearer. Nobody says maybe it’s Dianna because it isn’t fucking Dianna. To Jules and Jake she’s quiet as a cat no matter what she’s wearing; to Mickey, on the other hand, it’s an entirely different matter altogether. He’d know Dianna’s ginger step anywhere, in any pair of heels, which incidentally she is not wearing tonight.

Only Mickey remains cool and composed, still seated behind the desk, gun on the table. He sighs, the sniffs with a shrug, reaching into his pocket coat on the opposite side of his holster. His cigarette case is out and on the table by the time the door upstairs opens. Jules sucks in a breath as if burned by the sight of whoever was on the top of those stairs, but Jake didn’t make a sound. Whoever it is, it isn’t the right person—isn’t Emily Grace or Vic himself—so Mickey can’t altogether say he cares. He fishes his lighter out as Dianna moves in front of whoever their guest is (he can hear the crinkle of her stiff skirts) so she can do at least part of her job. Although she’s probably lost that now, since what good is a lookout who can’t turn a single woman away? Mickey lights up, then turns to given the women his full attention.

“Uh—welcome to the boys’ club, ladies. As…I’m sure you heard for- yourselves…you just missed the last round of the season. But—please!—uh,” gesturing vaguely in the man’s direction, and almost as an afterthought, he says, “Jake’s a regular. It’s been…gosh, almost five years now, wouldja believe that?…and he hasn’t missed a season. Jules is handling my bookings. I think…we can do business later, yes?”

[gridbest]

@euphoriabled said "As I'm sure you're aware, your previous psychiatrist left their position here at Arkham last month." Harleen does her best to remain professional, though her mind does flicker to the book the aforementioned psychiatrist had published in the wake of leaving their position. Empty Smiles. That title was a bit corny, wasn't it? There was a reason she'd never picked it up. "I'll be taking over their position, so introductions are in order. My name is Dr. Quinzel. I've been told you prefer to be called by your pseudonym. Is that accurate?" — For the Joker

He was pretty sure he was the reason the old shrink had left. He was pretty sure he would be the reason this one did, too. “Quinzel?” He’s never heard that last name before. It’s interesting. It sounds interesting coming out of his mouth. He repeats it, just to hear the sound of it again. “Quinzel.” He cocks his head at her. “You got a first name, doc? Or am I supposed to just call you Doc the whole time?” He doesn’t care either way. He probably won’t call her anything at all. “Mhm.”

[storiem-moved]

@euphoriabled ; ( ♥ )

her boots thud HEAVILY against the carpet as britta rushes into the study room. she looks... manic, for lack of a better word. her eyes are wide, but tired -- puffy and red with signs of little to no sleep. ( stupid finals and their stupid impact on her stupid grade. academia was -- is -- stupid. )

nearly tripping over her chair, britta sprawls her folders out on the table, looking to annie with desperation. ❛ ---- heeeeeeeeeeeeey, friend,❜ she starts, voice scratchy with exhaustion. ❛ any chance you've got some spare chemistry notes just hangin' around? ❜

[musesforthedamned]

🤩 I WANT TO WRITE EVERYTHING WITH YOU

👋 I just came to break the ice and say "Hi!"

HI!

LET'S WRITE ALL THE THINGS!!!!

[itsybitsypeterparker]

@euphoriabled chose kitty for that Jewish rep