#ATAVIISMS

[khulthuskaotika]

[supurman]

your clark reminds me of my friend kyle who was one of the high school track stars but also a huge goofy nerd who was in band and theater. like he was a popular jock but he hung out with the art/music/theater kids more often than not.

THIS IS SO TRUE AND REAL. your kyle sounds so cool. im glad my take on clark is at the very least something realistic

[clawsextended]

@ataviisms asked: ❝  i want to look in the mirror one day and not feel uncomfortable with my own reflection.  ❞

she stands beside him and wonders if he understands their unified similarities. how the ‘monstrosity’ he sees in himself is a Monstrosity she sees in herself. for her, his is absurd. impractical. he’s handsome and it’s impossible for people to understand that, and to her that doesn’t make sense. but she has an eye for beauty people don’t get. she sees the ruby crimson in his eyes, the emerald-deep of his scales, the way he’s thoughtful even on an expression that can manage only his range of expressions. and they’re so unique they are only his. she thinks that’s beautiful. really beautiful. like beautiful in a way people can’t ever get because they’re fucking stupid.

but she gets it. because she isn’t fucking stupid. (and frankly? her talent for not being fucking stupid and being super objective is incredible.)

it’s just her, nothing but a pair of lacy underwear and a black sports bra. the fresh bruises of the day are dark and terrible. her safe house, gifted by jason, has her personal touches. including a floor-to-ceiling mirrorwall in the bathroom for the purpose of removing various invasive objects (bullets) she can’t see. she blinks. again. standing there with her arms loose at her sides. selina’s achillean, but she loathes the sight of herself. the density of that muscle does nothing to pique her interest. she’s a well-oiled, well-built machine. her catsuit is a forgotten presence in the corner. her hair is dark, but her roots peek honey-gold so obvious the lights above illuminate a thin halo across her scalp.

“couldn’t tell you what that’s like. but i’m like… a movie star or whatever. but that’s not me. and i’m not me.” she points to the mirror, “and that’s not me, either.

—but you think i’m me, so i’m getting there.”

[asoulofstars]

The gang is all together!!! @ataviisms & @am4zon & I are gonna enjoy the weekend!

[s0fias]

Her lips aren't as red as he'd remember. She tries, to apply the lipstick once familiar to her mouth, dabs one layer on then another. But her face has changed color, has gone pale, has lost the luster of life. The red attire she wears is tied around her hips, or else it would fall off the frailness of her body. Her doll eyes, duller than should be allowed, blink. Sofia isn't sure if she's the ghost or if she's looking at one.

❛ ... ❜ For awhile, her face does not move. She stares at Waylon like she's not sure who he is, though of course she does. And it has nothing, nothing, to do with the boldness of his appearance (obviously, he is who he fucking is).

Then, suddenly, there is a flicker of life on her face. She shows her teeth.

❛ We're not looking for a janitor. ❜ It is a derogatory in a way only @ataviisms would understand: because that is what he had done when he left her. Traded in being a king for working at the Gotham museum. Not stealing. Working.

Or so, that's what she heard.

[stcllata]

13 MM for clark

the swamp was his territory. what had begun as a visit to his summer home had turned to this. make no mistake, clark was not complaining. not in the slightest.

the kryptonitan was laid on his back, flat, with both legs hiked in the air. there's pressure, as even with a good amount of preparation, waylon is still larger than most.

he didn't bother holding back the groan as killer croc gave the initial roll of his hips.

❝ waylon ---- ❞ it catches in his throat.

NSFW GIF PROMPTS.

@ataviisms.

[am4zon]

weird that we were roommates once 🤔

you're the perfect person to confirm i never Shut The Fuck Up about wonder woman

[hopefuture]

Incorrect Quotes ft. @ataviisms

[cxpperhead]

Icons only + meeting Waylon the first time

Send "Icons only" and something for my muse to react to And I will show my muse's reaction using only icons (1-5) and no text

[khulthuskaotika]

[jewelstole]

ataviisms asked: “ it’s okay. you can tell me.” *: ･ﾟ✧ interrogation starters.

" this isn't how i thought my monday night would go. " then again , every day is a new surprise. the good , the bad , and the ugly kind. " alright .. if you insist --- i've got this problem with playing nice with a couple of the boys that live downstairs. they don't like cats. how am i supposed to take that ? "

[morefearless]

❛ SO, IT'S THE TRUTH THEN. ❜ She's wide-eyed and mouth agape. She's just gotten into a brawl, but of course she still has time for a friend in need! Or maybe this is just her sating her curiosity. Does it really matter? Blonde pigtails scatter around as she shakes her head left to right. ❛ Your girl just turned into a big ole furry? I mean, obviously we always knew Barbara was a MONSTER FUCKER, but to become one? Now that's method. ❜

@ataviisms

[asoulofstars]

Me, realizing it is only two more sleeps until I see @ataviisms and @am4zon!!!

[allevilsarc]

🔆🔆🔆🔆 wouldn't be my dash without you, morgue. you're one of my OGs

[am4zon]

❝ Thank you. For not striking. Cheetah wanted you to, but you did not. You could have, but you did not. ❞ There's an emotion too massive to only name as sorrow thick in her voice. This is a moment that has played in her nightmares over and over again, Waylon. How Cheetah and him had gotten the best of her, how his presence was one she had not been prepared for. Two friends turned to enemies who wished to take her life. And perhaps they would have. This is how her nightmare always ends: she, on her back, vulnerable, and Waylon lunging to destabilize her further. To allow Cheetah the final blow that she is so very hungry to achieve. That had been the plan, hadn't it? To kill Diana.

She's alive, only because Waylon hesitated.

❝ She has a strength unlike what I have ever seen before, Waylon. ❞ Ah, that there is fear in her eyes, in her voice, in the depths of her face. She is terrified. Because they both know the day shall come when Cheetah strikes again. Diana also suspects they both understand that it is not just her own life Diana seeks to protect.

Her hands go to touch her belly. ❝ I owe you my child's life. ❞

@ataviisms

[malka-lisitsa]

Starter for @ataviisms

Katherine Pierce is always laying low, but sometimes she's laying extra low. This is one of those times, currently holed up in rural Louisiana. It's not her favourite place. She'd honestly rather be in NOLA but her arch enemy has been frequenting a lot more and the last thing she needs is to get caught off guard. SO. That brings us to why Katherine is out traversing the bayou. Yea in those boots- trust me she hates it BUT, most of the people that live out here are secluded and cut off from a lot of people that would notice if say... they went missing.

Which makes this the perfect place for her to be a wild animal, and let her instincts when feeding, loose. If she accidentally kills them? Well, safe to say the gators got them right?

However that little excuse is about to become more of a reality than Katherine would ever have bargained for, since she doesn't realize shes not the only predator stalking the swamps tonight. Just the only one biting into this guys neck at the moment.

"Mmhh whoever said there's no food like Cajun food was absolutely correct."