#v | tbd

[backoffbub]

“ ain’t no point in hidin’. i know trouble when i smell it. ”

@acertainfemininemystique​

[entropystained]

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS. (accepting)

@reignthem​ sent: [TEXT] Send a picture.

[ sms - samantha arias ] Nothing’s broken except my pride [ sms - samantha arias ]

[ sms - samantha arias ] I scheduled a massage, but I'm pulling the gf card tonight [ sms - samantha arias ] Backrubs and bubble bath

[entropystained]

∗ 13﹕ an  intoxicated  text . >:)

[ to: kara danvers ] do all kryotonians look good [ to: kara danvers ] like geneticly [ to: kara danvers ] or is it jst u [ to: kara danvers ] I need to know kara [ to: kara danvers ] For science [ to: kara danvers ] 👽🔬🧬😭

[entropystained]

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS. (accepting)

@danviers​​ sent  [TEXT] I wish you were here.

her phone shines bright against the dim light of her hotel suite, only the quiet hum of instrumental music sounding from her laptop keeping her company in the large space. the message hits home, settling an ache behind her ribcage that tugs at her bones. lena has spent her entire life trying to move forward, going from place to place without putting down roots. it’s not that she’s looking for home, exactly; she’s just never had a reason to want to go back.

until now. 

[ sms - alex danvers ] As do I [ sms - alex danvers ] Two more days [ sms - alex danvers ] I can’t believe I’m missing game night to placate old men who can’t handle their emotions

[entropystained]

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS. (accepting)

@prxttybrd​ sent  [TEXT] Want to get a drink sometime?

[ sms - laurel lance ] I could certainly stand a few hours in better company than the self-important men I’ve dealt with all day [ sms - laurel lance ] Just tell me Star City has a better wine bar than Gotham

[entropystained]

∗ o3﹕ a  text  sent  out  of  worry .

[ to: samantha arias ] I know you tell me I overthink things, but Sammie, if something's wrong... [ to: samantha arias ] You can tell me anything. No matter what. I'm not going anywhere, I promise

[gonpleiga]

@headsaves​ gets a starter

she drags clarke into the tower, hand tight to her wrist with her sword still held at the ready in her free hand. she bites out the order to let them pass at at the azgedan guard that holds their position on her command, and immediately the line breaks, letting her tug the other woman away from the chaos of the polis square and into the quiet privacy of a stone-lined room.

vaguely, she thinks this must once have been someone’s guest chambers. an ambassador, perhaps, or other high-ranking guest.

she can barely consider it over the thunder of her heartbeat in her ears.

“ you felt it, “ she says. it’s not a question, the iron hard in her voice. her hand is still tingling, her stomach stuck in free fall since the moment she’d pulled the great wanheda up and held her blade to her throat. touched her for the first time.

“ you will tell no one. “

[gonpleiga]

@dettached​ sent:  I have worn nothing but blood and death for years. -- roan ( always accepting! ) 

she wants to tell him that she knows, that she, too, has worn the stink of death and has tasted copper and iron on her fingertips with more meals than not. she wants to tell him that his banishment was a petty punishment, one enacted by a child playing ruler and is mother was a fool for ever agreeing to it, but years of lessons on not speaking out of turn keep her tongue locked tight behind her front teeth.

she approaches him calmly instead, boots heavy on the cobblestones until she stands before him -- a man she once knew a boy. a training partner, now king. sometimes even a friend.

“ it is for that exact reason that we will survive, sire, “ she says, her voice a calm murmur in the space between them. “ the azgedan know how to endure. i have faith that you will see our people through this. “