#ofrevival

[archivedsleuth]

❝   listen  ––––   ❞    his voice isn’t pleading so much as strained,  struggling to make itself heard through the pain coursing through his body.  the detective stumbles his way inside the garage until he can find a wall to lean against.  there’s a  stab wound at his side, blood that is not his own splattered over his person like he was its canvas.    ❝   i need help.  i’ll  pay you after just …  just get me a medkit or something.  anything you got.  ❞

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[redetct]

@ofrevival   asked :   “ you look like a cat coughed your ass up. ”

euphoria dialogue starters   /   accepting.

"   ha   ha   ha.   "   he knows he looks like hell   ---   sure feels as if he just crawled his way out of the gutter   ;   oh wait   .   .   .   he did.   a resounding plop   !   interrupts drawl of sarcasm as mask is depoisted atop kitchen counter.   a spark of irritation that carries through rebuttal.   "   least I have an excuse   ---   you just look like that naturally.   "

alfred'll probably kill him for the mud he's   ,   no doubt   ,   tracking through the house now but he'll cross the bridge of scrubbing the tiles clean later.   as of right now   ;   the only important task he has beyond figuring out a new lead is getting himself a melon ice pop from the freezer.   the last one   ,   in fact.   plastic discarded before a chunk is gnawed off the top   ;   cold barely registered as he sulks in defeat.

[queensupe]

@ofrevival​​ from here. 

MAGGIE  SHAW  IS  LIKE  AN  OLD  T-SHIRT  that  doesn’t  fit  anymore,  too  soft  at  the  seams,  a  little  too  stretched    &    malformed  around  the  collar  to  fit  snugly  at  the  neck.    she  has  been  queen  maeve,  unbeatable,  unbreakable,  fists  up    &    ready  to  fight  anything    &    everything  that  comes  her  way.    it’s  so  much  simpler  than  the  awkward,  gangly  girl  who  is  too  strong  for  slim  limbs    &    doesn’t  fit  neatly  into  any  label.      ❛    no  one  calls  me  maggie  anymore,    ❜      is  what  she  says  underneath  the  cover  of  an  exhale  while  uncapping  two  bottles  of  beer    ---  one  for  each  of  them.    her  tiara  sits  discarded  on  the  counter    ;    her  armor  is  in  a  half-dressed  state  favoring  bare  feet    &    exposed  biceps.    there’s  a  sweater  slung  from  its  hanger  in  the  closet  calling  out  for  her  but  FIRST    ------    

she  extends  a  lager  with  foam  rising  in  a  half-circled  bubble  over  the  lip.    the  flat  of  her  mouth  is  grim  against  the  intimacy  of  someone  prying  past  the  surface  of  her  vought-cultivated  persona    &    how  comfortable  he  looks  unfurled  across  the  sofa.    ❛    not  since  i  joined  the  seven,  anyway.      ❜

[reignthem]

@ofrevival​ //  starter call.

“you call yourself a hero when gotham is in ruins?”  blue  &  crimson lights bleed together, bolting in mingled streaks between the careening alleyways of the city.  she doesn’t have to close her eyes to hear the hoarse cries of those in need of help, to pick out the SLAP of fists splintering flesh  &  bones shattering.  “this world is a festering wound, sunken into chaos,  &  yet people like you say you bring justice?”  

scorn darkens the low laugh embittered in the velvet sconce of the night sky spilling out around them.  

“your arrogance is pathetic.  you  &  your friends are armored  &  standing like idols to be worshipped while all of this goes on unpunished around you.”  she steps down off the ledge, a curtain of black cape  &  tined mask imposing against a sallow signal painted in the shape of a bat against the clouds.  “it’s time to STEP DOWN.” 

“while you still can.”   

[fightwing]

‘  i  feel  like  we  should  stop  him ,  but  then  again  i  also  just  wanna  see  what  happens .  ’ / @ofrevival​ 

                   dick’s legs swung from his position   on the high bar, rested and at ease on top of the manor’s excessive & yet suitable home gym. mindlessly he adjusted the wrap around his wrists, moving to a comfortable position from their vantage point in an altogether unbothered fashion.           b would figure it out soon enough.           and for a man who loved lessons so much,   who was dick to deprive him of a new one?                            dick & jason had already determined what would happen if you messed with their newest (faulty) prototype of electric birdarangs. and batman’s gloves were lined for high voltage so the most he’d feel was probably that pin prick jolt similar to pulling a piece of gum from a gag toy.     granted this could all be avoided if they stopped him --- but then again, bruce only trusted one person, and he was currently poking around the prototype.     batman was more than welcome to learn the hard way.            “ b always knows what he’s doing. ”         dick said, and then because that might have sounded a bit too petty for a child who was now under the same mans care, he tried to recover. rolling his eyes in that nonchalant, easygoing, half-smile way he was trying to worm back into his manor presence.             “ he’ll figure it out soon. ”

[geliath]

the tie was more expensive than any piece of clothing he’d bought before.      betty had insisted on something that looked a little out of his usual price range,    something that made him stand out     [   something that made him look a little less like a fool who couldn’t dress him right   ].     he hooks his finger into the kiss of its knot  &  tugs at the edge of it,    trying to breathe a little more evenly into the freedom:     the night was going fine.      the night was going well,   even.     that was an element of positive thinking,   rearranging his thoughts into something sweeter...      another technique of betty’s.    he was worried she was going to have him start meditating if he kept looking so tense    [   &,   of course,   he’d go along with it like a lost puppy   ].

the function room sat just outside of park row.     it was sparse  &  undramatic,   but they’d done what they could with it.     there was no reason to make it anything it wasn’t...     somethings were nicer when they were left in their original state,    no matter how rundown that could be    [   he wasn’t trying to fix every damn thing in the world,   after all:     he just wanted to make his own little dent in it   ].        the ice fountain was shaped like a hulk’s fist,   which betty had found charming,    & bruce had done his best to grin through it.    he wasn’t so sure his smile was passable.    he wasn’t even sure his current smile was passable,   but he wore it regardless.      ‘      hello,      ’        he greets the stranger,     a hand held out to the first person close enough for him to bother    [   you have to make an effort,    everyone had said,    &  bruce stretches his smile a little wider at the memory   ].      ‘      are you enjoying yourself?    is there anything we can do?     i’m bruce ban      ---      bruce banner,    by the way.      ’        @ofrevival

[endexe]

                   ❝   You want a better story .   Who wouldn’t ?   ❞                                                                          —   @ofrevival​​

THE GLITCH CASUALLY SHRUGS , GRINNING AT THE OTHER .   They are always known to be the curious being  —   ever eager to learn about anything of everyone they come across , including Jason himself , and stories is certainly an excellent way to grasp one’s identity .   [   Yet as a traveller themself , all encompassing and multidimensional , they are full of memories and fantasies   —   self made and shared    ;   of course , they have some expectations that they think makes up a good story .    ]   “   I - I - I was not saying it was THAT bad!   “   They say , giggling , still rocking in their seat .   “    I just thought - I just thought you would have stories that are more . . .   I do not know , act- act- action filled !    “   (   So , basically , they do want a better tale from Jason .   )   “   Come ooonnnn , plea- pleeaaase tell me another story , but one with more - with more lights , cameras , A-C-T-I-O-N-S !   “   Their arms stretch out far from each other and wave them excitedly with another giggle louder than the previous , their eyes constantly shining too bright .

[slashre]

...       BART  LIKES  HELPING        (         sure,   he  might  get  distracted  halfway  through  and  try  helping  someone  else  while  the  original  slumped  in  a  corner,     but  that  was  part  of  his        ...        charm?     yeah,   he’ll  call  it  charm       ).     you  plop  a  gotham  super  -  something  in  front  of  him  and  his  hands  are  eager  to  patch  and  heal,    erratic  fingertips  stretching  out  towards  a  wounded  body.       super  -  something  is  important  here   :        there’s  a  word  for  red  hood  and  he  isn’t  sure  if  he  should  use  it.       VIGILANTE  IS  NICER  THAN  THE  ONE  RATTLING  AROUND  IN  HIS  MIND.       something  that  stood  between  the  heroes  and  the  villains,     something  that  existed  on  the  edges  of  their  careless  society.       something  that  would  go  unnamed  by  bart        (        something  that  still  deserved  help        ).

‘   it  looks  bad.    that’s  a  lot  of  blood  for   something  that’s  apparently  not  so  bad.    like,    a  loooot  of  blood.    a  lot!     people  shouldn’t  be  bleeding  that  bad,   especially  since  you  don’t  have  any        ...   ’       a  vague  gesture  was  made,    a  wince  upon  his  features  as  he  caught  his  tone.     VIGILANTES  DO  NOT  RESPOND  WELL  TO  MOTHER  -  HENNING.     they  hover  their  hands  by  the  wound,     twitching  their  fingertips.        ‘   i  have  bandages.    you’re  gonna  let  my  bandages  go  to  waste?     come  on,   man.   ’

#cont        ...        @ofrevival​