@telekinctics
“How the hell did you lift that, boy? Who are you?”

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@telekinctics
“How the hell did you lift that, boy? Who are you?”
@telekinctics | continued from asks
"Just a little bit. And only because I know that look myself." She grinned at the blue eyed boy and nudged his shoulder playfully. "I only know because it's the same way I used to look at him." There were no hard feelings from the separation with Tim. They were still friends, best friends even, second only to Conner himself. "You should definitely go for it."
Gift for: @killingmoonlight (aka @danciingclown) <333
Pennywise x Peter
“It seems to me,
that LOVE could be labeled poison
and we’d drink it anyways.“
@telekinctics | Lord ;;
Its a repulsed sort of gaze, her black washed hues looking upon the skies as she investigated an influx of threads in one particular area. She held a great capacity of reach but did not care to investigate on her own most of the time unless it was serious. As it stood, this could prove to be problematic. Throughout all the alternate timelines and parallel worlds, she existed to observe the universes as a whole and not just in pieces of galaxies and quasars. (She held no capacity for withdraw nor for halfassing anything.) The disgust upon her features was displayed only in a small quirk of her lips into that of a frown as her eyes narrowed, how disgraceful. To allow their state of existence to be dictated by such an onslaught of strength and chaotic good. She was neither good nor evil, but she had no qualms with silencing an entire city if it meant to keep the balance as a whole.
Her frame bowed after a few more moments of reworking, heels greeting the ground as the folds of her cloak and hair coiled upon the ground behind her. She held no animosity for it now that it was fixed, but Gods know she was hardly the type to be quite so emotional as to be peeved over something for long if there was no need. Granted, she could hold quite a grudge, that was irrelevant when her eyes found themselves something to peer into. The rise and fall of shoulders, collected and poised, a careful composure as the youngling seemed to be floating rather than walking. She had spent years documenting the various array of species and humanity alike in order to keep it all straight and neat. Yet some how, this particular boy seemed to elude her eidetic thoughts. Not quite human, not quite something else, not quite anything she had laid her onyx hues on before.
A shift in stature, she walked with an air of regime and absolution as her heels clicked and clacked upon the asphalt beneath them. “You, child. What is your species and name.” The words were hardly spoken as a question, more so a casual demand spoken with that same regal air of absolution she held in her gait. White lashes bowed only slightly as she kept her eyes upon the floating boy,”I’ve no time to waste on any fickle matters of astonishment of questioning, I will give you two questions to ask once you have answered my own. I merely need this information for documentation to verify your existence then I will be on my way.” Perhaps, she thought, not quite convinced herself just yet whether or not this child would be a problem in the future or not. Either way, she still had to document his existence among with any others of the same kind of species.
Ink coloured digits showed no signs of impatience despite her words, not even the slightest twitch in her expression present as the ghastly shadows of her cloak continued to roam about the white locks and across the ground in wisps. It was as though she existed in a state of black and white aside her freckles and the flourishing reds and greens of roses across her attire. Ethereal, she held no aggression in her expression as the hollows of her throat expelled the air from her lungs in small glistening black nebulae.
@telekinctics liked this for a starter from his momma.
A smile grew on Lois’ lips as she put her hands on her hips, violet eyes shining behind her sunglasses as she stood behind her son.It had been a month since she had seen him and she had missed him more than anything in the world. “What, you’re not even going to turn around and hug your mom?”
( I am happy to be back ish actually! I wanted to check on you all, and to play with Flowerboy because I missed him and writing him. Seven months isn’t so bad right? Lol well another reason is because of the upcoming blog anniversary and I have no idea what to do? Like do I do shoutouts or like doddle something. I want it to be for the friends and family on here but idk what you guys would like ;A; )
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"And here I thought things might finally be looking up." Even though she was visiting Metropolis on business, trouble seemed to find her no matter what. It wasn't enough that she couldn't walk the streets of Gotham without someone deciding to investigate her comings and goings. Now it seemed as if that same paranoia had followed her to Metropolis. How was she supposed to run a business when people kept trying to stop her? Talia knew that her frustrations would eventually dissipate but until then she needed to keep them under wraps. "So pray tell which one are you? I've met all of Bruce's protégés so I know you're not one of his."
telekinctics replied to your post: an impressive list of places i’ve fallen asleep...
I… Walmart??? How…
my mom was taking a really long time to buy groceries so i just sat down in the clothing isle and passed out