𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐘

this  is  not  about  𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜  but  𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆.  ᶠᵃⁱˡⁱⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵗʰᵒᵘˢᵃⁿᵈ ᵗⁱᵐᵉˢ,  and  still  getting  〔  𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺  𝚄𝙿  〕

[urbanoath]

@morcgo is my new blog! This blog is officially archived

[urbanoath]

@morcgo is my new blog! This blog is officially archived

[urbanoath]

@morcgo is my new blog! This blog is officially archived

[urbanoath]

@morcgo is my new blog! This blog is officially archived

[urbanoath]

@morcgo is my new blog! This blog is officially archived

[urbanoath]

@morcgo is my new blog! This blog is officially archived

[urbanoath]

to anyone interested, I’ll keep my Nightwing @nightcrobat (hmu there if u want a thread) and I’ll start working on a new blog for Bruce today (hopefully)

[urbanoath]

what if… I came back?

[urbanoath]

still debating this tbh, so I’m not back, and if you want to write lmk and I’ll give you my d.isco. If I do decide to return, I’ll be archiving this blog and making a new one. In the end, all roads lead to d.iscord if you want to keep in touch lol

[urbanoath]

what if… I came back?

[urbanoath]

If you want a 1x1 rp on discord, comment on this post or message me and I’ll drop my user

[urbanoath]

still on a hiatus from here, so if you want to keep in touch or write, we go to disco

[urbanoath]

If you want a 1x1 rp on discord, comment on this post or message me and I’ll drop my user

[urbanoath]

the "clark smiles. you glow." made me rise from my hiatus

now i must return to my cave, find me on discord if you want to write, if you don't have it, you can ask for it.

[sisaloofafump]

Infuriatingly proud of each other’s contingency plans

[timbit-robin-art]

Having the time of my life with Batman and Robin: Year One.

[epiph-annie]

In the end, we all become stories

[thanagrian]

some hurts can never fully heal. shayera knows that far better than most. what wounds do close usually leave a scar, and those can often be more painful than the original wound. she can't help wondering if that is how he --- how everyone --- sees her now. an ugly scar in their midst, unable to be ignored.

she doesn't resist when bruce pulls her closer. her fingers in his hair is all the reminder he needs that he is at her mercy, should she choose to show it. if she could make up her mind between fight and flight at war within her. leaving would be easier than this. but she knew this conversation would come eventually, despite her best efforts to keep it from happening. too late to flee now. better to ride this out for better or for worse. he can't hurt her more than she's already hurt him.

i want you to mean it. she swallows the words like bitter fruit, holding them back through force of will alone, and she does not break his gaze. " would it be easier for you if it had been a lie? " it's become too hard to tell where the lie had stopped and her heart had started, but something between them had been real. too real for her to push aside even now. she stretches upwards until their faces are only a breath apart. still, she won't cross the gap. " it would have been easier for me... but i can't pretend anymore, bruce. "

[urbanoath]

emotions   a   hungering   beast,   swelling   within   chest,   roaring   on   the   back   of   their   minds,   clawing   at   his   throat   and   her   alike.   bristles   stir   with   every   inhale   of   their   mingled   breath,   muzzle   decaying   with   every   tug   in   his   hair,   growling   with   tension   behind   exchanged   words.

question   echoed,   WOULD   IT   BE   EASIER   IF   IT   HAD   BEEN   A   LIE ?   shadows   had   tried   to   shield   heart   for   long,   but   armor   would   never   be   dense   enough   to   prevent   true   answer   to   infiltrate   through   the   crevices   of   ruins.

“   no.   it’d   hurt   just   as   much.   ”      expected   lunge   doesn't   come,   voice   quietened   instead,   watching   her   proximity   with   something   other   than   inferno   behind   cerulean   irises.   A   FLAME   STILL   BURNS,   yet   of   a   different   kind.      “   then   don’t.   because   i’m   not   lying   when   i   say   that   after   all   we’ve   been   through   i   still   want   you.   ” head   tilted   down,   foreheads   touched   as   nose   brushed   against   her,   a   herald   of   the   choice   he   has   made,   only   an   empty   half   waiting   for   hers   to   be   either   completed   or   shattered   once   more.

[vanelandia]