#ncverdie

[krypptonian]

☀️— Exasperation had fully settled in - exasperation, annoyance, but a fond sort. He cared deeply for Kara, but -- He tripped over Krypto as the dog nipped at his toes (not something he'd have to worry about usually if it weren't for the fact that the dog was also Kryptonian) and raised his feet high as he navigated the small apartment kitchen.

"Look, I don't mind you staying at my place and I don't mind watching Krypto sometimes, but can you please try to keep Krypto out of my things?"

Granted, that had been mostly his fault for leaving those article notes out where the dog could get at them, but finding that the other night when he'd come back from work hadn't exactly been great.

Clark high-stepped around the dog, holding up breakfast plates higher into the air as if that would stop Krypto from flying up to get some if he really wanted it. He set one down in front of Kara at the table and one at his own place.

@ncverdie // starter call (Kara)

[fexrbound]

✦ ( for ncverdie )

⇏ @yoursdndispatcher from POSITIVITY TIME ! ⇏ for @ncverdie

{{ First things first, I know I mentioned in in dms, but thank you for doing this! This is so incredibly sweet & I am so excited to get to write these out! B, B, B. Oh gosh, what don't I have to say about B? Multimuse blogs are ever-impressive to me (something you'll see I mention multiple times in these posts,) because I truly cannot wrap my head around the idea of being able to swap between character voices so effortlessly on a dime like that. Frankly, it is incredibly admirable to me to see the absolute range B has, not just in voice, but in tone as well; It takes an incredibly skilled writer to be able to tackle lighter-hearted characters & heavier ones at the same time, & understand them so implicitly while also vacillating between the two so effortlessly. I discovered B because of your blog, & I am so immensely grateful for that. I feel like it's incredibly rare to find someone whose writing you just click with immediately, from aesthetic to voice to flow... & B is one of those few that I recently stumbled across & felt instantly like this. I caught them first writing Alan, which was a total shocker (since it feels like so few DC fans even recognize the OG GL,) & it was admiration at first sight. It's clear from every reply how much they study their muses, & how much dedication goes into writing each of them uniquely- their dialogue, their physicality, their inner monologues.... it's all so distinct & riveting. Truthfully, I'm still incredibly intimidated by them, in a very positive way. I truly hope we get the chance to write together more often & more frequently... but if not, I'm just happy to have them on my dash!

[asgardianhammer]

( Legend begins with @ncverdie - Dr. Strange )

[ ϟ ]—– The street was utterly quiet, in that odd, suspended way New York sometimes was found at dawn, a city between heartbeats when the chaos was still contained.

Steam curled from a cracked manhole cover, haloing the air with pale slivers of grey and white, and the scent of rain still clung to the pavement.

Thunderer stood at the corner of the intersection, broad frame stilled beneath the wash of red from a stopped traffic light. Around him however, time and space moved, misbehaved even. A pigeon beat its wings in slow motion above the crosswalk, suspended in the stretch of a single flutter, droplets hung midair, silver and trembling, before falling all at once. A distortion could be sensed beneath his boots, a shiver of power humming through the asphalt, an alive and erratic tremor.

The tugging of it had been felt from blocks away, a siren call that was partially danger partially kinship. Something buried and half-awake, something that carried the faint scent of Yggdrasil's roots though it had no business existing here in this realm of stone and noise. Whatever it was it spoke in vibrations instead of sound, a pulse in the veins of the city, and it had called, beckoned.

Crouching brings a broad palm to press to the trembling ground, attempt made to listen as the Seidr sighed back as the last breath of something dying.

When the air shifted, when light warped in the god's peripheral thunderer did not need to turn to know who had arrived. The sorcerer's presence bent the air differently, a precision to it, a surgeon's calm within the chaos.

' I was wondering how long it will be before you showed up,' and there was a hint of amusement weaved through the rumbling voice. ' I was thinking which hand of Midgard's mystics would be both curious and bold enough. I should have known it would be you, Strange.'

[diam1nd]

🔹ₓ˚. 𝒕𝒍𝒐𝒂𝒔 prompts. accepting. / @ncverdie : it was not an invitation. (from Scott Summers)

“   who  said  i  needed  an  invite ?  darling  you should  know  by  now  that  i  do  what  i  want.  ”

[heroing]

@ncverdie liked for a starter !!

it’s  generally  bad  form  to  interrupt  someone  else’s  patrol  without  some  kind  of  warning.  worse  form  to  show  up  practically  on  their  doorstep.  and  that  doesn’t  even  take  into  account  the  way  he’s  bleeding  all  over  the  place.  in  his  defense,  head  wounds  bleed  a  lot.  and  so  do  stomach  wounds,  he’s  finding  out,  one  gloved  hand  pressed  to  his  side  as  he  staggers  to  the  nearest  source  of  (he  hopes)  assistance.  leslie  is  too  far  away,  the  cave  isn’t  an  option.  but  the  pretender?  all  he  can  do  is  hope.  

“hey,”  he  grits  out  when  the  vigilante  in  question  comes  into  view.  “come  here  often?”  he  has  to  lean  against  a  wall  before  he  falls  over.  or  maybe  he  falls  into  the  wall.  it’s  a  little  unclear  as  his  head  swims. 

[artificialnocturnc]

@ncverdie asked: ➔ the wound will heal but you'll have a scar. ( surgeon era Stephen Strange to Mel King)

She's not happy about it in the slightest, but he’s desperately trying not to show it. Her whole body is still tensed up, jaw clenched, shoulders raised as she tries to figure out what to say. 

If anything, she is still trying to process what has happened. 

One moment they had been working a trauma and the next there's a full on fight. She suspects it might be a gang thing? Though really she’s not even sure how in the universe they had even got into the ED never mind in with a weapon but she supposes thats a matter for security and not her. 

She’d just been in the way…she guesses? 

“...” a long silence lingers over her as she tries to work out what it was she was meant to say or navigate what was expected of her. She had no real comparison nor bench mark by which to judge what the normal response should be. Especially with Dr Strange, while she thinks the name might be scarier than him, she doesn’t know him, nor has she extensively worked with him. Passing visits through the ED to consult on a patient she supposes counts?

Mel spends far too long trying to figure out the correct response; she's aware it's crossed over into rude territory now.

“Um…thanks…”  She swallows the lump in her throat. “You’re…good at the whole…” a nod of her head down. “Sutures thing…” 

[webbfluid]

@ncverdie liked for a one liner !!

“You're telling me you don't know who Larry Boy is and somehow we're considered friends?”

[xunreinx]

     Pale fingers tugged at the wool pants, itchy things, terrible for sensitive skin. He could only imagine what kind of hell Selina would raise should she ever be committed again. There was an itch in the back of his mind too. One that he just couldn't scratch, grass green gaze skimming the faces allowed in the gathering room that week.

'Ah...'

     Slowly unfolding himself, he smiled at the guard, lifting a hand to wiggle his fingers in greeting before pointing in the direction of one of the other patients. The concern didn't completely go away, but it was now tinted with exasperation. And was that pleading there at the corners of his mouth?

     Maybe.

     Possibly.

'Y'know it's been bothering me lately, what type of blue is it supposed to be? I don't think Carroll ever properly described it did he?'

@ncverdie's tetch's been called to tourney