#seekthedarknesswithin

[goreverine-archive1]

request a text @seekthedarknesswithin​: 👻 I mean no texting in the 70’s but you get it lol

📞 “What the fuck? Are you trying to psyche me out, old man? The shadows in my crib, I swear I -- they’re -- you’re doing something, aren’t you? They’re not behaving --”

[dcvilcomplex-archived2]

@seekthedarknesswithin​ / SC

❝ I don't know who you are but you've got five seconds to get out of my home ❞

[hanabatakemuses]

@seekthedarknesswithin volunteered to be my guinea pig for writing Clark

A cafe wasn’t usually an ideal place for an interview. A bit too public, and anything that people didn’t want heard had a chance of being heard and placed in gossip blogs. But Shade was something of Jon’s friend, so Clark had agreed to the cafe spot, if only to be polite. 

He stood up when he spotted the man (rather handsome wasn’t he?), waving over to him. 

“I wasn’t sure what you liked, I only ordered waters for us while I waited.” He smiled, holding his hand out. “Clark Kent, Daily Planet. Thanks for agreeing to this meeting.”

[thecursedhellblazer-arc]

@seekthedarknesswithin ​sent: “ John found Shade sitting in his flat, tie undone and feet on the table. “Come along, my good man. I got you a little something.” Shade held out a bottle of exceptionally expensive scotch. There was a little bow stuck to the top. “Shall we crack it open?” ”

John slightly raised an eyebrow as he opened the door and found an unexpected guest sitting on his couch, looking as comfortable as if the ratty apartment had belonged to him and not to the magician. Had it been anyone else, his first reaction would have been demanding how in Hell he had managed to get past his locks and, especially, the wards he had placed around the flat, but considering whom he was dealing with it would have been a rhetorical question.

Besides, his attention had already been captured by the bottle Shade was offering.

“Not to sound ungrateful, mate, ‘cause ‘ell if I dun need a good drink after th’ fuckin’ day I ‘ad...but I gots to ask”, he started, shrugging off his trench coat. His attitude was casual, but he didn’t take his attentive eyes off the other. “As yeh can imagine, folks usually dun bring me presents. Jus’ threats n’ insults n’ bad surprises. Woh prompted all dis...niceties?”

[fartemis-crock-a]

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send  me  🍒  +  a  url  and  i  will  write  some  positivity  for  them.

Um??? Hey?? Hi?? Hello??

Ur such a lovely person!!! I love how well thought out your headcanons for shade are oh my goood.

Like, I'm honestly not usually the biggest fan of the ~~~shadowman~~~ but oh my gooood I love reading your stuff cause it's so well rounded!! We love a good villain to pseudo hero story in this household and I appreciate your potrayal SO much like omg.

&& honestly, I say this waaay too much abt ppl on here prolly but you seem like such a sweetheart!! Gosh I love ur blog so much 😍💕

[12thlevel]

@seekthedarknesswithin​​ said: ❛Mist… cemetery… Halloween. Should end well.❜

rupert giles quotes | accepting

    “If you believe in such SUPERSTITIONS, perhaps you should not participate.”

[theirfirstexperiment]

@seekthedarknesswithin Closed RP

The Experiment had definitely begun to overstay his welcome in Opal City. But the work here was good. He was making a serious amount of cash working with small time criminals and helping along insurance scams.

Spending more than a few months in any one place usually meant the Facility was catching up with him. Armed soldiers beginning to crawl out of the woodwork to enquire with local authorities as to a rising number of arson cases within the area.

Dhon was adamant on moving on. Soon.

Just not yet.

He had one last score to finish. A juicy payout was promised to him in return for burning down a few buildings. He didn't particularly care what these buildings housed. All that mattered was getting the money and moving on.

Better to be packed and ready to go, anyway. He shoved his last jacket into the old black duffel bag laid on his couch. The dank old basement apartment had been his home for these past few months. But it was now barren and packed away, ready to be abandoned for the next town.

Sighing, the punk stood back and pushed a hand through his mohawk, fixing back idle strands that fell away from the gels hold.

Taking one last look around the dank old room, he reckoned nothing else of value was needed. He zipped up the bag and left it on the couch, turning for the heavily bolted door. Time to finish this job and collect his money. Then he'd grab the first bus out of Opal City the next morning.

[smallblueboyscout]

((Secret test from lois and Clark to see if anyone can be their new spouse: can you handle all of the kids?? Can you reign in Kon?? Can you deal with Jon??? Chris is an angel but he and Jon accidentally just set a house on fire. Laney is trying to kill Jon again.