#warled

[emeraldbuilt]

"Since I saw you comin' so easily I gotta assume I'm not a target. No one has ever described you as a sloppy operator."

@warled hit the heart for a starter

[geoheira]

hc + slade :)

HEADCANON. SLADE

currently if you were to ask tara about slade, she'd more likely than not doge the question. it's a obvious sore spot for tara, and those who do bring it up to her: (usually other titans) do it just to get a rise out of her, & she used to take the bait: get angry and pin point things about whoever said it, to pick apart and tear down. now... now, she just ignores it. she acts like it doesn't bother her, uses the thick skin she's developed over the years since she's came back to life, despite it / him / being that still deeply bothers her. she knows most titans: new or old, wont actually come to her defense when her history with slade is acknowledge, after the (judas) contract, she was burned in the eyes of the others: now&forever. the traitor teen titan. she blames slade for alot of it.. & sometimes.. she hates herself for it: she thought she loved him after all & now she cant even stand to look at him after what he did to her... unfortunately in the eyes of the titans, they're both sociopaths / they're both monsters, despite how much tara tried to assure them she's not the same girl she was before. they still think its only a matter of time before she goes running back to slade.. but she won't. she wont ever go back to slade ever again.

[danviers]

“ Yeah, ”  Alex agreed, a quiet, effervescent breath of admission, stilted by the tension residing in the slump of her shoulders.

Maggie was right;  it’d been both of them.  If they’d discussed the intricacies of the future sooner, if they’d hashed out the details from the start of their destined forever, if they’d come to an agreement that didn’t feel like the beginning of a stalemate --- maybe overcoming the strange, distancing oddity of it all wouldn’t have taken so long.  Maybe Alex wouldn’t have felt so guilty.  Maybe Maggie would have known without any shred of doubt that she loved her above everything else, and in spite of anything that’d been said.  

Breathing through the shiver of desire to pick up the wine glass she’d set on the coffee table ( anything to distract her from the bristle of heat blooming behind her eyes, from the heavy lurch her stomach gave, from the flutter her heart gave in hopeful retaliation, Alex released her lower lip from between her teeth.  “ And I -- I know what I said.  You know?  About what I wanted... about you and me.  But I don’t want anything if it’s not with you. ”

@warled​​   /   cont.

[atdamnbraina]

@warled​  gets  a  starter

her   footsteps   are   a   bit   unsteady,    but   she   couldn’t   care   less   when   she’s   stepping   on   actual   ground,   on   earth.     the   scenery   takes   her   breath   away,   but   the   figure   suddenly   standing   in   front   of   her   gives   it   back.    feet   run   straight   into   his   arms,   lips   colliding   with   his.    it’s   seems   like   the   last   time   she   touched   him   was  a   lifetime   ago.

she   pulls   back   only   slightly,   hands   still   gripping   his   jacket   as   if   he’ll   disappear   again   the   moment   she   lets   go.    “    finn...    ”     an   exhale   of   relief   is   expressed.    finally   able   to   fully   breathe   with   him   on   her   side.    her   eyes   shift   everywhere,   taking   in   the   sight   of   him.     “   you’re  okay...   ”     he’s   here,   alive.   she’s   holding   him   under   the   tip   of   her   fingertips.    she   didn’t   lose   him.

[araknida1]

“   what are you doing ?   ”

flirting or oblivious.

“ losing my mind. ” margaret deadpanned, manicured nails brushing through thick tendrils of hair. she thought she'd give it a shot, try to get herself out of this sticky situation with charm and her usual easy flirts.

heel taps, echoed in the room as her gaze turns to the cracked window : distorting the view of the sky above them. “ i'm tired, hungry, and dehydrated. call it delirium. ”

[prodiga1-m]

"amazing what you can learn when you're a fly on the wall."

          " speaking  of  which,  thought  i'd  return  these  to  you. "  dick  reached  into  a  pouch  in  his  belt,  and  tossed,  what  appeared  to  be  three  tiny  remote  cameras,  pried  open  until  the  wires  were  exposed  from  when  he'd  run  analysis  on  them, until they clinked against the toe of slade's boots.

          " i'd  almost  be  flattered  by  your  crush  on  me,  if  it  wasn't  so  weird  and  pathetic, "  he  sneered.  invasion  of  privacy  aside,  slade  wilson  got  on  dick's  nerves,  which  he  learned  long  ago  was  the  whole  point  for  the  old  mercenary.  the  only  upside  of  this  newest  STALKING  SPREE  of  slade's  was  that  now,  dick  could  prioritize  a  long  overdue  update  of  his  security  systems.  he'd  gotten  in  touch  with  lucius  as  soon  as  he  found  the  damned  things.

          " see  anything  interesting?  like,  say,  my  preferred  cereal  brands,  or  how  much  takeout  i  order? "

i  will  never  be  anyone's  weapon.  /  ACCEPTING

[libertysfighter-a]

"we do it my way," steve said, trying to MAINTAIN control. not only because he was an EXCELLENT strategist, but when WORKING with someone he deemed the enemy....he wanted to AVOID casualties.

"is that going to BE a problem?" @warled

[thisemeraldarcher]

“  what the fuck happened to you?  ”

"I lost a fight with a fence post. What's it to you?" Oliver snapped. His green eyes shone from behind his mask, a certain bitter sneer on his face. He had yet to straighten up, one hand still braced against his knee as he looked up. Defiant to the end, in spite of the fact the world continued to spin before him.

One too many concussions? Likely as not.

He pushed himself up with a groan and spots began to flash before his eyes. The glittering stars faded as he tightened his grip on the bow. He was going to go down swinging if he had anything to say about it.