#lxckup

[archaievist]

@lxckup | 💢 angry man angry

Nonverbal RP Starters

She'd been so deep in her book she didn't notice his arrival. The sudden sound causes her to jump in her seat and shoot him an annoyed look, her normal courtesy going out the window.

"What!?"

[lil-miss-romano]

@lxckup​

Lyle was intimidating. But Alice had only heard stories about him in passing, absolutely horrifying stories. But those thoughts were far from her mind. She gives Lyle an innocent little smile, clapping her handcuffed hands together in delight.

“Oh that does sound absolutely wonderful! I’ve always told Jervis that the White Queen’s castle needed a fresh coat of paint!” A lady-like giggle.

“Speaking of my Jervie, is he here? I haven’t seen him since we got captured by the Red Queen’s cards!”

[archaievist]

She chuckles.

[nrth-wind-a]

Inventory Check for tim :O

Inventory Check II Accepting

Tim is not the best with children, which is... less than ideal when he, as Robin, needs to be the one to comfort children, when they are the ones in danger (which is, of course, promptly put to a stop by the dynamic duo). However, since he never knows what to say in those moments, he's taken to carrying stickers of various shapes, sizes, and designs, in order to help cheer the kids up better. After all, what's funnier than getting to put a sticker on Batman's bat ears?

Thank goodness Bruce is a good sport about it. (Tim thinks he actually doesn't mind all that much, but it's all the more fun for the children if they think they're getting away with something mischievous against the big bad bat).

[babydxhl]

🏠

send symbols for moodboards.

🏠  for a moodboard about my muse’s home aesthetics.

[babydxhl]

♞

manhandling symbol starters || still accepting!

♞     - physically pick my muse up and carry them.

Her first instinct is to bite him. She can’t do that - she’s spent too much money on her teeth to give them up that easily. Instead she lashes out, shoving, hitting him with her fists.

“Put–” Each word is hissed. “Me– Down.”

The bright orange Arkham jumpsuit only serves to make her rage-flushed face look slightly ill; the smug look on the whackjob nobody she’d first taken a swing at moments earlier only makes her angrier.

Bargaining. Third stage of grief.

“Just let me get one good hit, just one,” she says, and almost manages to sound reasonable, would almost have not seemd out of place in a boardroom negotiation. “That’s all I want, and then I’ll never do anything in here again. Scout’s honour. Cross my heart.”

[archaievist]

@lxckup | ☕ I don't think its very good lmaoo

Send me “ ☕ “ for my muse to drink tea uniquely flavored after your muse, and I’ll tell you what my muse tastes!

She makes a face and spits it back into the cup.

"It tastes bitter. So I'd say it's pretty accurate."

[archaievist]

@lxckup​ | ">:/" 

“Yes? Have something to say?”