#thecreativeforge

[redhoodedtodd]

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 @thecreativeforge

Dick sent hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take .

Jason stared hard at what he knew was an olive branch here, but by God he didn't want to reach back. Still. He had a knife buried in his goddamn thigh and his grip wasn't great. Felt like a few ribs had given in the fight. All healable, but right now it hurt like shit. So despite his ego, one of his gloved hands catches Grayson's before he just succumbs to petty behavior and lets go of the fucking ledge of the building.

"Hope you did your pull ups because I can't help ya, Wingding."

[redhoodedtodd]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 . @thecreativeforge

Roy sent o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver .

Jason had felt the weight of the other lean against him as he thumbed through the pages of the book. Bruce had asked him to attend the gala-- Wayne's long lost son had long since been back from the dead (unfortunately) and the old man seemed to like that the family was seen together. Stupid, in Jason's opinion. How long until someone counted out how many dark haired troublemakers Wayne had and put shit together?

Okay maybe only two were trouble makers-- him and the ten year old. But Jason had mostly stopped biting photographers and had only made a scene three times. In the past year.

He hadn't been the one to invite Roy, it seemed Dick brought the whole deck of Titans. Tim had brought his own team, and of course, Damian had his. Jason... worked alone, mainly, these days. Artemis and Bizarro had their own lives that often didn't involve the pale eyed man that had preferred sneaking off to the library than socialize with people who seemed put off by him. Except Roy. Who followed him, bugged him until Jason snapped for him to shut the hell up, and was now... breathing evenly. Sleeping, Jason realized as he paused his reading. He glanced over and then moved his head a bit, resting chin in the red flow of hair.

"Why do you have to show up when I'm trying not to think about you," he grumbles out, low enough to not disturb. "Can never keep a red head around..."

[redhoodedtodd]

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 . @thecreativeforge

Dick sent 39﹕ sender  is  caught  following  receiver .

To say he was pissed would be an understatement. Jason knew exactly why Dickhead Grayson was following him-- things regarding his job with Roman had hit the fan in the worst way possible. At least according to his family. Jason didn't exactly count getting laid by a crazy fucker like Sionis in the bad category, after all he'd been with Rose Wilson and hadn't she tried to sell him out? Really, he was just evening his stats of almost dying between guys. The only shitty thing was the new scar added to his collection.

So maybe Dick had a reason to be tailing him. Still didn't mean he had to like it.

He'd made a quick turn into an alley and ducked into an alcove that was only one the damn ruler of crime alley would be intricately aware of. And when Grayson came creeping, Jason cocked his bulletless gun, making a satisfying click regardless. "The hell do you think you're doing in my allies, Dickybird. I thought we already had a conversation about who stays where in this city."

[redhoodedtodd]

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 @thecreativeforge

Roy sent hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink .

There's a low groan that comes from Jason and he rolls to his side to avoid the sunlight that shines in. But it seems waking is unavoidable as he sees a body standing beside the bed and thinks well at least its a live body, no damn clean up. He hardly remembers what happened the night before (that'd be because of the fucking concussion that he'd slept off because Gotham or the Lazarus pit or something doesn't want him to die), but eyes tracing up find...

"Aww Harper, you brought me breakfast in bed," he snorts out, a little pleased to see the red head and the breakfast in bed of water, tylenol, and toast. He'd prefer stronger drugs and stronger doses.. but he doesn't say that and takes what's given, swallowing the pills dry and chasing them with gulps of water that screamed dehydrated. "Where the fuck did you come from?"

[homelander-rp-blog]

Continue from here. @thecreativeforge

“do you know how hard it was for me to find you?” he looks around, making sure he isn’t followed. “you can have all the eddies you wanna, I don’t care as long as you give me the guarantee of finishing the job” he holds his chin up, hands idly shoved in his overcoat’s pocket. John hates dressing like this but it seemed safe to go out in clothes no one can recognize him in. “and before you ask, no, it’s not a dangerous job. It’s um..” he blushes deep, ears burning a shade of red “it’s about my girlfriend, I want to know what she’s up to and who she sees after she’s back from her job, you know, she’s working as an assistant in mayor’s team erm- okay you don’t need this much of information but erm.. yeah that- you watch the news at all?- the mayor is on his way to become the president, my guess is he can gather enough vote for it..” he scratches at his elbow nervously, catching himself babbling and distracted “I just want to know where my girl goes. She always comes up with excuses not to see me. Here-“ he hands Lucy a polaroid picture of a girl smiling to the camera, hair a new style with her side shaved. The sunray catching on her piercings and the silver face implants. “her name is Klara”

[homelander-rp-blog]

Continue from here. @thecreativeforge

Rebecca was the best one in his small gang, the best might be a little low to say what she's doing, no, she's perfect at her job. Homelander himself isn't good with guns at all, his power relying on hacking.. and net stuff but the art of using guns is what he admires while he refuses to touch those vile things.. “are you telling me you’re tired of listening to me?! Go ahead! Go sit somewhere alone then!” he seethes at her and he might be a little drunk “I don’t pay you to tell me what to do! Why I started talking to you at first place anyway..” he drops his head between his shoulders with a groan “life has an unfair way, it’s like all I ever did is getting back right in my face, my karma is getting its revenge” he can’t blame her here, it was his choice to complain to her first but then he didn’t expect she talks like this to him, without masking it with polite talks like how people usually do around him. 

[moved-thcrealheroes]

looks like you got some fire in you after all!

Butcher to Starlight @thecreativeforge

clearing out memes || @thecreativeforge

" I've always had a fire in me; it just takes a SPECIAL SOMEBODY to bring it out of me. " THE BITTERNESS IN HER SMILE TELLS YOU ALL YOU NEEDED TO KNOW, THAT BUTCHER- was that special somebody. He knew how to rile Annie up, and all it took was one glance that had her huffing & puffing angrily. Couldn't explain why the two of them were at each other throats a lot of the time; it started when he shot her in the chest with a 50. Caliber bullet. So, this reason clarifies why the sight of him may irritate her entire being. His smug attitude and lopsided smirk made the blonde want to wipe it off his face with a smack. But she would never- she was better than that and wouldn't stoop down to his or Homelander's level. Until now, and it's his fault he just pissed her off.

Annie can only THANK GOD that he was on Temp V at the moment because of the way she had shot her powers at him, her eyes glowing BRIGHTLY, THE LIGHT BEAMING from her hands, curling her fingers into a fist to keep her outrage in control as she steps back almost immediately once he got back up. Her chest heaving, shining hues narrowed dangerously as she watched his every move. The glow from her eyes settles back to her original color; she takes a deep breath as she recollects what she just did- she lost herself for a moment, never again. " You just love pissing me off, I- believe it or not, I'm not TRYING to fight you, Butcher. We're on the same team, aren't we ?! You hate supes, I get it, but I'm not like the rest of them; in fact, not ALL of us are as bad as you think. I didn't ask for this life. Being a super wasn't my choice. My mom picked this life for me, and now I'm using myself being a supe to do what is right. I just want to save people and do something good. Be a real hero. " Well, now she's just letting herself open up to him, and it's pretty embarrassing. Why would he care ?

[moved-thcrealheroes]

Are you high?

Butcher to Soldier Boy @thecreativeforge

clearing out memes || @thecreativeforge

" HUH ? OH ! I'M NOT FUCKING SORRY. I didn't know that was any of your Goddamn business ? What are you my father ? I didn't come out of your nutsack. And what If I am fucking high ? Huh ? What are you gonna do about it ? Ground me ? Pfft, I can do whatever the fuck I want, last I check. And besides-- " SOLDIER BOY LAZILY SHRUGS AS HE LIGHTS UP the perfectly rolled-up blunt, taking a deep inhale as he places the stick between his lips, letting the smoke deliciously curl around his lungs, feeling the comfort surrounding him, his recollections of Russia evaporating and the fury destroying his soul put to rest.

Even if it's for a while, it still makes him feel at ease, maybe even normal if you can call it that. Not that Soldier Boy was your typical normie, to begin with, but hey, this was his regular when he wasn't constantly suffering from his PTSD episodes. The older superhero exhaled the fumes. A nod of approval. " --I'm older than you. So what I say goes, and what I do also goes. We're not going to have a problem here, are we ? " Extending his arm out with the blunt still in his hand as he offers it to Butcher, an eyebrow raised as he watches the human curiously, glancing at the blunt then back at Butcher, signaling for him to take it.