#ofthychaos

[bewitchedluck]

"I’m guessing his magic either smells like old forests or CURLY FRIES.” @ofthychaos / @anxietyfought

[metanoiahsarc]

         for those who are unaware   . . .   i asked any of my mutuals who were on the dash last night to spam me with memes.   i had mentioned to her that there was no cap on how many someone could send.   my inbox went from 20 messages,   originally,   to 160 messages,   fast.   ⚡          at least my queue will never run dry !    🌸         (   though,   for anyone wondering if this is just going to overwhelm me?   it’s not.   i absolutely welcomed it lmao.   )   anyways,    these will be thrown in the queue as to not spam the dash.        /            @ofthychaos​ sent            :              eyebrow wiggles,   is your inbox hurting yet?

[nightitan]

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

                                 SENTENCE STARTERS :: @ofthychaos

“ So  after  all  these  years  of  me  TRYING  to  impress  you  &&  you  running  away  through  those  little - “ 

Dick  makes  a spinning  motion  with  a  finger , eyes  narrowing  behind  his  mask . 

“ Portal thingys - you’re  FINALLY  appreciating  all  the  damn  effort  I’m  putting  in ?? “

He  shifts  slightly ,  baton  pressing  tighter  against  the  shorter male’s  throat . Then  his  eyes  widen , GRIP  lessoning  just  a  little  as  something  dawns  on him .

“ Wait . Why  AREN’T  you  … running  away ?? “

[bewitchedluck]

❝ put me back. ❞  command / softly / with shaking rage.  ❝ kid ... kid flash died in this world.  I can honor our DEAL in some other way. ❞ @ofthychaos / sc !

[bewitchedluck]

3 / merlin, midna, klarion

Three Names + A Number | Accepting

3. fuck, take a bullet for, murder

[ without hesitation ] In PRECISELY that order.

[bewitchedluck]

-slides in and requests for a drabble please <3 -

ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴋʟᴀʀɪᴏɴ ʜᴇʟᴘs ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ sʜᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴs ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀᴠᴏʀ

i. the first time he helps her is when she’s regressed to a child.  what was supposed to be a humiliating experience for the pinkette turned into a connection neither of them expected. The amateur little human that barely managed to wield a fraction of his power absolutely DELIGHTED in causing mischief. if it wasn’t so delightful to teach and mentor, it would’ve been almost pathetic to see the way she looked up to him when he saves her from the explosion she created.  almost sad the way she hung onto every word, willing to do anything in pursuit of control of her curse.  when giovanni reverses the spell, he’s almost sad to see her go - she was so entertaining to watch, a bright pink ball of energy that could throw entire crowds into disarray with her creativity.  she doesn’t tell anyone, but sometimes she wished that giovanni’s spell failed.  klar – klarion was able to give her the mentorship and childhood she never had with the HIVE.  

ii. the second time he helps her is when she accidentally gets caught by a drug ring in greenwich. she was supposed to infiltrate and steal the recipe, but she didn’t make it out.  no one knew where she was, not even Nightwing, who would have been alerted as soon as she failed to ping in.  oh, he’d find her eventually, but it was really a toss up to see if he’d find her, or her body.  barely 2 days in and she can feel her strength slipping away, the interrogation harsher than usual with drug still in test mode.  she floats in and out of consciousness, and in one of her dreams, she sees a flash of red.  a lot of red, actually.  a hand grabs her hair and yanks, and her dream ends.  when she wakes up again, she’s in a motel, with Dick tending to her wounds. upon asking, he only tells her than he found her outside the remnants of the drug ring base, and had only been there because of a large explosion.  

iii. the third time he helps her is when her skin crackles, pink lines unable to be hidden any longer by the black clothing she always wore.  she limits her interaction with the others, because concealer takes a really long time to put on her entire body, and there’s only so much gray concealer she can steal before someone catches wind.  some days it gets so bad that she can’t walk without her muscles screaming in protest, causing her to hobble to the kitchen for some water, then sitting on the cold tiles because she’s too exhausted to make it back to bed. \ it’s there where Klarion finds her, and he looks well, bored.  he says something, but she doesn’t catch it because there’s blood dripping from her nose.  with a shrug, the witch boy snaps his fingers and she lurches - the pain’s gone, and her body feels stronger.  like her organs were twisted around and he pushed them back into place.  before she can say anything, he helps himself to a new tub of ice cream from her freezer and disappears.  

&& he’s in a battle with Dr. Fate.  the league are comprised of IDIOTS who think that Klarion is a villain just because he was a lord of chaos.  didn’t those dumbasses realize that power doesn’t define who the user was?  Dick had taught her that, had believed in her ability to do good without erasing who she was.  Selina had shown her how to be a thief with morals and compassion.  Stiles had shown her how to love unconditionally, even if you had a piece of darkness innate in your soul.  And many others - Jason, Wendy, Yuffie – and they would all back up her anger at the league’s pigheadedness.  the battle isn’t going well for Klarion. his hands are locked by a glowing symbol, and teekl was knocked out next to the edge of the roof. lightning appeared, striking Klarion square in the chest.  he doesn’t scream, of course, but the agony that he must’ve felt is evident.  Jinx doesn’t process the consequences.  Besides, the damn heroes will probably say something about Stockholm Syndrome again.  her shoes make loud thuds against the ground as she runs to the center of the city.  the citywide blackout quiets the city for 10 seconds before the first screams start.  confusion sweeps across the city as everyone panics, wondering if they were under attack.  Flashlights and candles appear as people search around, looking up at the skies.  The less virtuous of the city takes advantage of the situation by breaking into stores and stealing people’s wallets.  Jinx jumps into the fray and knocks one man out before he can escape with the money, and no one is any wiser.  Except for Klarion though, who rips through the lock like it was made of butter.  He grins as the chaos emanating from the city strengthens his presence and enhances his power.  he doesn’t thank her; she doesn’t expect him to.  but he does replace a tub of ice cream in her freezer before returning to his plane.  she savors that tub of ice cream for weeks.