#lassowielder

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       “ ------ whoa. ”  needless to say, he’s just a little bit stunned by what he just witnessed.

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AT THE HEART OF AMAZON CULTURE

                                   THERE IS ONE WORD THAT DEFINES WHO && WHAT WE ARE

                                                                                                                                              SISTER

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my opinion on;

character in general: i have such a big crush on diana. not in like?? a romantic way?? but in the way that, ‘’guys this chick is so cool look @ her brEak a g uN with thoSE Arms!! and yes!! u tell chris pine what u do is not up to him!! and wear really pretty dresses and have great eyebrows!!’’how they play them: from what i’ve seen on my dash, really well!! the mun seems to really understand the muse && captures her in this really cool way through their dialogue and writingthe mun: unfortunately i havent had the chance to speak to the mun, but they seem really nice! i’d love to be able to seem to them!

do i;

follow them: yes, defo!!rp with them: unfortunately nowant to rp with them: completely!!ship their character with mine: i think clara has the same stance as me? like yes i see you’re really cool, but maybe they wouldn’t work as an otp, but more as a brotp!

what is my;

overall opinion: diana is one of the coolest characters && im so happy she exists, and im so happy that this blog exists because they seem so interesting and cool! keep doing what you’re doing!!

let me love u meme.**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

[latesilver]

; / throws url

send me an url bc positivity and stuff // always accepting cuz positivity and stuff

( no throwing stuff at the mun pls )

my opinion on;

character in general: where do i start?surely somebody already made a list why everybody should love diana riiight? riiiiight? if not, somebody make it for me bc i’m lazy af and i don’t want to list all the reasons why i love her. (Except for the one where she is the hero little girls need)how they play them: yes. like it’s just a solid yes, please keep up whatever witchcraft you’re doing, cuz i’m digging itthe mun: i’m getting tired of writing ‘we haven’t talked yet’ but it’s truuue and it makes me so sad cuz somehow i don’t interact with them cool peps like you enough

do i;

follow them: jaarp with them: neewant to rp with them: yes pleaseeeship their character with mine: uhm... idk? would it work? i think that’s one of the things where i need to see them interact first

what is my;

overall opinion: *happy sigh* you make me so happy you have no idea

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

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       ❝ oh my goodness !! ❞        peggy came to a quick stop.  she felt her jaw drop as soon as she saw the sight of the legend herself directly in-front of her.  she remembered the stories her grandfather had told her about the legend of this woman during world war one.   and peggy couldn’t do anything but stare as she took it all in.        ❝ ...you’re.... you’re... ❞

        @lassowielder liked for a MCU starter.

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lassowielder wanted a starter

The flames dance on his hand with ease, he feels the warm of the HEAT and how comfortable it feels, easing up his troubled mind. The flames move at their own accord, but they follow his lead as he moves his hand from one side to the other and then abruptly, as he hears FOOTSTEPS approach his cell, he lets the flames burn away, the silhouette of a woman approaching the small glass window he had from his tank, the place he requested to spend his sentence on rough days. “I got no interest on whatever you are offering. I want no trouble.” He speaks through the darkness of his cell, leaning just slightly to see the features of said woman. “You are not the first to come here.”

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@lassowielder || dinner & death

it was a complete accident. he never should’ve been there in the first place. the ‘copter never came for him. he had to walk on foot to their back up plan, a wall of his men on every side, with every step he took to an armored van decked out with his symbol ( eyes crossed out---see no evil---and his smile ), spray painted in his colors. but he was there---the battle of Gotham---where man challenged god and god fought his own inescapable deformity. it was a GLORIOUS as it was FUNNY .Irony was bitch as the heroes were haphazardly learning on that day.

---maybe they’d FINALLY get the joke!! something his whole career had relentlessly, violently, &  vociferously been preaching all along . 

His job---soul purpose in life---was to to not only hold but BE the mirror for the entire world to see. For them to look upon him and see how demented, monstrous, and pathetic they really were. For them to see his pale pallor and ever smiling lips and truly comprehend the dark depths of humanity they held within themselves; he wanted them to see things as they were. 

A joke. An black, awful joke. 

This was a lesson he learned long ago. But rule number one to comedy, you have to learn to take shots from people who just don’t get it---his entire criminal career.

but as he made his trek to a safe haven, away from the madness and a chaos ( IRONICALLY ), he caught of glimpse of a vision so breathtaking, he wasn’t even sure if he was still counted among the living. 

A wonder. A marvel. Such boisterous ferocity &  quiet ease, as if the carnage of war was where she felt most at home. as if battle & blood is what she consumed. 

his heart skipped a beat. his breath hitched in his throat. he hadn’t even noticed he stopped walking until his men ushered him on. an ash stained finger arches in her direction, his whole body tremoring and aching in a way he’s never known before.

 “ who...is...that ? “ a muffled rattle is his voice. still depthless and booming even in such a tender tone. the mutt in his chest throwing itself incessantly against the bars of its cage. 

he never got an answer, so he hunted her instead. 

after months and months of searching, a silent obsession kept under moonlight, occupying his time when he wasn’t after Harley...he finally found her.

another accident as he stumbled onto a news channel. he watched as they droned on about Brucie and Wayne Enterprises, finally coming up to a segment about a NEW mystery woman...one that looked AWFULLY familiar.

He dropped everything. the entire world went black. all he paused it on the profile of her face, the only picture they had she stepped out of Brucie’s limo. the only light in his life was frozen on the screen. 

he jumped and crawled---like a spider---plopping himself right in front of tv. one hand grips the side of the box, an orange gloved one begins to stroke the image on the screen. “ i....” he begins, breathlessly as he fervidly he composes a vow. ones slick strands fall loose in his face. he can’t see or feel anything but her.

 “ i...will have you, my sweet. “ each syllable of the last admiration is puckered and exaggerated, until finally the bells and whistles he hears in his head as he gazes upon his new obsession, echoes out in delicious bursts of machine gun laughter. 

he’s finally done it. he’s tracked her down and has captured her attention. Of course a bit of violence was involved, and more if she doesn’t show. 

He sits at the table in the bought out restaurant ( just the two of them in this upscale hip steakhouse that apparently summons heaven in every flavor & bite ). He’s dressed in his favorite tuxedo, pulling out all the stops and cards. He wants to look his very best for his guest, a dinner date of destiny ( or destruction, again, depending on whether or not she accepts his little request ).

 He knows she got his invitation, it was plastered across every form of media one could think of.  They’re calling it the NEW Valentine’s Day Massacre. He feels flattered to be honored on such a day. Of course, he’s the one who sent out all the footage, leaking it to all the platforms and channels with the promise of more if certain someone didn’t show. 

So he waited, sipping precociously on red wine and opening his cloth napkin up with such as flourish as he laid it down his lap. He already took the liberty of ordering hors d'oeuvres. A trembling waiter laying the elegant dish in front of him: lamb’s heart, mmmmm my favorite !!!