#inkaby

[eyep0calypse]

found you

[cainexe]

iggy we gotta stop meeting like this bro

bro.....

[monmuses]

blows up that post with mind

[monmuses]

@inkaby asked: “  i remember giving you this scar.  you were so goddamn stubborn.  ” ( gaiae to lamb ) ; ENEMIES TO LOVERS, LOVERS TO ENEMIES AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN

    "There is a simple answer to this. I have a reason to be stubborn," he said. "Scars do not last. I do not have a reason to worry about scars lasting as long as they do.

    " ... and they heal quickly. If you are afraid of scars meaning something, they won't. Not for long-term." He avoided to mention his neck, but there wasn't any reason to note it to her. "Was that what you were afraid of?"

[iobartach]

@inkaby [rubie] asked; maybe someday all this will make sense.

something to hide prompts

If he had a nickel for every time he'd heard that claim be made of late, then he'd... own a lot of coinage, in an era in which he didn't have much use for. Not when, as always, there existed a need for someone, costumed or other otherwise, to help. Even if it meant at times to lend a non-judgemental ear.

"To some, perhaps. As for me? I don't need to know the full story." Which, in certain contexts, may appear to be a harsh approach, if it was not for the fact that Miguel made sure to direct his unseen gaze towards her as he spoke, a scarlet palm raised prematurely in apology. Trying, as much as possible, to appear non-threatening.

"Are you on the run? Or Hiding from someone? These details, were they in any way correct, are what I prefer to ask about." Scouting for any frayed leads that, through potential association, may fall back on his own person, and therefore, expose him to something unplanned. Not an ideal arrangement, considering he wasn't supposed to exist, in this time period, but without a way to travel forwards in time to 2099, he was more or less stuck here, dealing with the troubles of the last, if best-known, Golden Age of heroes.

"So? Which one is it? Is someone following you?"

[playedbetter]

i  didn't  have  the  heart  to  wake  you. ( charlotte's pre-cycle verse, to daniel powers! )

Meme / Accepting!

"Oh Charlotte," There was a touched half smile, half frown on his face. It was incredibly sweet of her, and not really something he knew well how to receive. He was far more used to getting pushed past his limits by his coworkers and employers than them looking out for him. "That's very kind of you, thank you,"

His eyes wandered over to the state of the office, he was fairly certain there wasn't a drawer left unopened in the whole room. "Did you manage to find what you were looking for anyways? Or would you like some help now that I am up?"

[treerie]

❝you want this? they gave me an extra, and i'm not super hungry.❞ ramona doesn't expect @inkaby to accept a blueberry muffin from a complete stranger, especially since there's always the possibility she could've poisoned it... but she's hoping that the muffin being inside a wrapper would at least encourage them to try it. ramona would hate to think of her wasting a muffin, taking it home, stashing it in her fridge, and completely forgetting it till it's too late to eat it anymore because it has gotten stale ( she's gotten them off clearance for a discount. )

❝listen... they probably aren't amazing, they're from the gas station i work at, but the coffee's at least decent.❞ ramona held up a to-go cup in her other hand. ❝but hey! i can at least buy you some coffee too, if you'd like. it'll be my treat, along with the free muffin.❞ 

starter call. ♡

[demolitioninevitable-archive]

@inkaby: ❛ you  don't  need  to  hide. ❜ where it hurts starters >> accepting!

Curled under a chair, trembling, is "Bendy." For reasons they barely even understand, they hated being left in here alone, but they hated being visited even more—looks of disgust, yelling, poking and prodding, that was what would happen.

He only dares to make a sound when he hears the voice of the person stepping into his cage—Charlotte's. Bendy's. Softly, he whines like a sad animal.

They crawl out from under it, shakily standing to their feet, towering a bit over her. He started out small—but he keeps getting taller. Even further from perfection. Why is this happening? He can't understand. None of them do, either.

{ "Lott… ie…" } He manages to wheeze out, coughing up some ink in the process. He reaches for her, but doesn't approach. They don't like when he draws near. Lottie isn't like them, but he instinctively hesitates anyway.