#malletwield

[potestmagice]

@malletwield asked: [ alone ] for one muse to find the other trying to treat themselves. {bruce}

Bruce approached the figure in the corner of the room, before stopping. "Harley?" he asked, trying to see what the other was doing. But she was cowered over too much, and blocking his line of sight. "What are you doing?"

[dimitresca]

i made a lady dimitrescu interaction meme

@malletwield​ asked: 🧤      if you want lady dimitrescu to pick your muse up.

IRON FIST   clenches tight at the pale neck of the pretty little creature before her. With a terrible LURCH  Lady Dimitrescu plucks her from the ground. For a moment that seems frozen in time, her elbow yokes with the movement, and she holds the woman there.   Leather gloves press hard around the smaller’s windpipe,  crushing.         " &   WHO            I WONDER            MIGHT YOU BE, TRESPASSER ? "

[archaievist]

@malletwield | 🚪🗝

Send 🚪🗝 for our muses to be locked in a closet together for a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven

The lock sounds even louder in the small closet. Eliza's almost nose to nose with Harley but she hopes she can't see the blush across her cheeks. The truth is, she's never played this before. Parties weren't her thing in highschool or college. Hell she hasn't even kissed anyone in years. So when she pulled Harley's name out of that hat and was being led to the closet her blood ran cold. What if she wasn't good? It was a juvenile thing to think, she was aware, but in her mind it was a concern.

As she looks into Harley's blue eyes she's trying not to let panic overtake her.

[brokentoys]

@malletwield​ / 💚’d

He was sitting there at his desk, his feet rested upon the table. Combat boots were aged, & dirtied - the wooden surface probably wasn’t the best for them. But he didn’t seem to care. In fact, did Eddie care about anything right now ? He was kissing the tip of a pipe - what he was smoking was unknown, but it was certainly something illicit.

With his free hand, he pushed his glasses up, & smiled at her. After a cough, he would speak.

“ Ah. Ms. Quinn ! I’ve a riddle for you, which I hope you can answer with ease; what brings a clown to a riddler ? Is she in need of his intellect ? ”

[scarsmaskedarchived]

malletwield asked: ❝ how old do you think i am? ❞

meme.

           ❝Oh no, I am not falling for that one.❞ A small laugh leaves Billy’s mouth at the question. ❝Every time I get asked that by a woman it never ends well. Unless you really want me to guess, but you gotta promise not to get mad if I guess wrong.❞

@malletwield​

[compellinglove]

@malletwield | “I think the bruise matches my eye color.”

A curious hmm comes from the woman, looking down at the small blonde. Gently, she picks up the arm where the bruise in question is blossoming.

"Did he do this to you?"

She knows the answer already, but needs to hear Harley say it.

[empyrealarc]

"You looking for a sidekick? I, literally, haven't done any 'work' in a few years... been busy being a superstar, getting married, doing hot girl shit, y'know... but I'm happy to grab my suit out of the closet for you!"

@malletwield !

[archaievist]

@malletwield​ is meeting Arthur!

A short, slightly round man hurries to the front desk of the funeral parlor with a smile. His red hair, green eyes, and cheerful aura can only mean that this is Arthur Kraven.

“Hello dear!” he says, a slight Scottish accent peaking through, “How can I help you?”