#sonburied

[boleadoyaras]

@sonburied is getting yapped at !!

"Well, you sure know how to make a whole room clench, huh? Is that a superpower or a learned skill? Because, I'm trying to get that reaction, like, 75% of the time and no one-- and I do mean no one-- ever clenches. Total bullshit."

[exghul]

@sonburied​ liked the sc !

    ❝   try that again, todd, and lose a hand.   ❞.

though his tone is venomous, there is no follow-up. he HATES when jason messes with him, hates when he taunts & pokes just for his own amusement. he KNOWS he shouldn’t act on his anger, he knows that. that does not stop him from swatting the man’s hands away from his now expertly ruffled hair. it’s bothersome & it’s put the boy in a sour mood. bully for him --- they’re still paired up for patrol tonight. rubber soles make no sound as he leaps from the building’s edge, fingers already wrapped around his grapple gun. he doesn’t wait for his partner to follow, eyes fixed on the approaching ground.

as if tempting fate itself, the pavement grows closer then closer still before the boy squeezes the trigger, grapple ripping him from his free fall with a jerk on his shoulder joint. boots slam against a brick wall, no doubt spooking any living beings inside that heard the THUD! a heartbeat passes, another ZIIIIP can be heard as he leaps off. red hood will catch up.

[rahbid]

TARGET   :   TODD, JASON. LOCATION   :   @sonburied​ ASSIGNMENT   :   gone girl ( 2014 ) sentence starters. ENCRYPTED   :     ❛ We could have had this fight four hours ago. I’m late. ❜

        she’s pouting   ---   something she rarely does. her hair is done. her skate bag is packed. and he’s leaving. no, that’s not fair. he’s all she has and he’s leaving. did he forget? have to cancel and didn’t tell her? no, that’s not fair. maybe he didn’t use the word promise, but it was implied. they were supposed to go ice skating. the rink was finally open and she’d been yearning for months and months. she’d done everything right. she behaved, she asked politely, she prepared everything herself. why is he leaving? why can’t she go with him, at least? what if something bad happens? what if he ends up a crumbled pile of viscera in a creek just like ar   ---   no. no. she’s not letting her brain go that far. that would never happen to jason. it can’t ever happen to jason. he’s infallible. he’s perfect   ---   well. usually. right now, he’s an asshole.

      ❝   no! we’re having it now!   ❞   no, no. no! she was doing so good! why does she have to go and ruin it by being shitty now? he’s busy. he has things to do. this isn’t a personal attack, why does she always have to get so defensive? why can’t she just let things be? her stomach feels sick. she feels like she’s watching herself from outside of her body, watching herself be an ungrateful brat ruining one of the last good things she has in her tragedy of a life. maybe it’s good. maybe the suffering of jason leaving her will be biblical.

        ❝   you were supposed to take me skating!   ❞

[xenovair-archive]

please stop eating my forks

               ❝   But they add a nice crunch to the meal ...   ❞

[gothempatha]

        IT’S   NOT   ABNORMAL   FOR   GOTHAMITES   TO   HAVE   THEIR   VIGILANTE   CRUSHES   ---   there’s fanfic and merchandise and forum after forum about the topic. it’s not even uncommon to meet your crush   ,   what with villains involving civilians in their heinous attacks on the city. what isn’t terribly common is being less than a foot away from your crush as a crime scene is swarmed with cops and your heart is racing   ,   your handles are shaking so hard they almost spill the coffee all over the place and you   ---   oh god   ,   he’s looking this way. aleks swallows hard as he holds out a cup towards the famed red hood.

      ❝   detective aleksandr novak.   ❞   his voice is slightly clipped   ,   his words half caught in his throat as he offers an uneasy grin and nervous laughter.   ❝   sorry to hold you up   ---   i’m   ,   uh   ,   new to the gcpd. figured i’d extend the olive branch considerin’ we’re gonna be seein’ a lot of each other.   ❞

@sonburied 

[jercho]

♥’d / @sonburied​

   dick didn’t mention a THIRD brother. attempted head lock releases as soon as it starts, though musculature remains tense — forcing skepticism to remain creased into brows. an explanation would be needed, QUICKLY.   one step back, hands swiftly glide into motion, seemless in the signs ( a second nature ) .      《 my bad. didn’t recognize you. don’t even know you. 》  

[crowbleda]

@sonburied // HERE .

      rook responds to that with a small grin. “ bluebird’s BUSY. ” he says, slipping his way through the window, cape sliding in behind him. “ i thought i could pay you a visit. ”

[mollitiaem]

if  she’s  going  to  be  completely  honest,      she expected this already.  this abduction is long overdue.  after all,  a year of being the face of batman incorporated should already mean she’s been kidnapped at least once,  but she’s not.  this is first abduction after one peaceful year of being the public face to batman incorporated.

          even as she sits on a chair  --  with her hands tied behind her,  her feet tied to the legs of the chair,  mouth duct taped for saying too much stuff that hurt,  and cheeks sporting a huge bruise after being punched by the penguin after she’d recited a quarter of his offenses against the law  --  she does not quite feel as much panic as she thinks she should feel.  her entire body is at rest,  despite the slight hammering that she feels within her ribcage.  one of the bats will come for her.  any form of silence coming from molly,  whether it be digital or just the lack of her presence elsewhere,  that victoire and jason does not know could only mean one thing which is more or less...  an abduction. 

          when she hears one of the thugs go down,  she couldn’t help but to feel the rush of adrenaline coursing through her.  it’s either one of the bats are here,  or someone else is trying to compete for having her as hostage.  she hopes to god that it’s not,  but when she comes face to face with a familiar red helmet upon the removal of the duct tape on her mouth,  molly couldn’t help but to smile.      “   hi babe,   “      she says,  voice low enough that only the two of them would hear.          \          @sonburied​.