#maximummuses

[emmatriarchy]

"Of course!" she confirmed, tapping away on the phone for a moment before she locked it and slid it in her back pocket. She sauntered over to him and reached for his hand. "Thanks, gramp. You're the best."

She grinned. "You're the best, and I'm there worst there is at what Wolverine do..." she winked, squeezing his hand tightly if he let her.

"Happy to have helped, Gabby. Lemme know how we do on there." Logan smiles back at her. Logan doesn't remember what it was like to be young. Not in any way that matters. But at the same time, he can't imagine having been anything like Gabby when he was a kid.

He's glad for it. She's got a better head on her shoulders now than Logan or Laura ever did at that age, he's sure.

[heirofel]

@maximummuses | continued

"I was testing your reflexes. You're slipping, Boy Blunder."

[extraordinarygrrls]

Continued.

Charlie stopped before the flame could touch the paper. Looked at Jason, looked at the cigarette, rolled their eyes, and tucked the stick behind her ear. Figures he'd be straight-edge, not even fake Batman could resist being a narc.

Granted, the flunky was fooled when they met. Until he pulled out the gun, Charlie had observed that Batman didn't like guns.

"That's crazy, dude." She laughed a bit when he stated his intentions. It was novel, she'd admit, but it was a bad idea. "Have you ever been hit by one of those batarangs? It fuckin' hurts." I wouldn't volunteer as a target was her meaning. "I can't call you both Batman. I'll get confused."

"Can't he like... Sue or something? For copyright infringement."

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[brokentoys]

eddie rambles about something // accepting // @maximummuses sent . . . ❌ (for Riddler to talk about his flaws)

He hates it, OH, HOW HE HATES IT. One of the most painful things in life were to bring up his flaws. But here he had no choice, he was OBLIGATED to.

❝ Where do you want me to begin ? ❞ He asked behind clenched teeth, body shaking ever so slightly. ❝ I TRY to be perfect. But even I can't be. Nobody can. Perfection is an impossible feat for all earthly creatures. No, no. If I were perfect, Batman would be vanquished by now. Those failures are a painful reminder of my imperfections. ❞

Riddler removed his bowler hat, revealing unruly brunette locks. His hair may have been relatively short, but it appeared as though it hadn't seen a hairbrush in ages.

❝ I wish my hair could be nice. I'm a fan of the . . . smooth, slicked back look. But every time — every damn time I bother to brush it, I later end up messing it up. Have this uncontrollable quirk that makes me scratch it when I'm feeling . . . overwhelmed. I can't keep it nice. At least the hat hides enough of it. ❞

The hat remained on his desk, he didn't bother putting it back on. Instead, his knuckles knock against his skull.

❝ This brain's brilliant but it also loves fucking with me. I think about many things I wish not to. Things that make me sick, things that frighten me. I'm . . . not going into details about these thoughts. But I wish they'd stop. They won't, though. No matter how much I don't want to imagine such horrible scenarios, my brain forces me to. ❞

Next, he removed his purple - tinted glasses. Setting them alongside the hat. His eyes were bloodshot, and prominent dark rings surround them. He looked exhausted.

❝ I have some . . . rather unhealthy habits. Most of the time, I don't care about it. It makes me feel better, that's all I need. I'm admittedly an unhappy person, often miserable. I'd do anything to carry on with life, I don't care. But there is one thing that I'm starting to care about. My addictions are starting to have an adverse effect on my appearance. Every time I look in the mirror, the wrinkles around my eyes look deeper. Sometimes, I notice new wrinkles. Same with my forehead, too. I can't stand it, I can't stand it. It makes me so ANGRY that I must sacrifice my looks for a piece of happiness, or a piece of happiness for my looks. ❞

Leaning over, he finally returned the hat to his head, & the glasses to his face.

❝ At least the glasses help hide them. Not the reason why I wear colored glasses, I just love the style of them. The purple matches my tie. But it helps, you know ? That's a bonus. So, yes, I AM flawed. Happy ? It doesn't matter. I may be flawed, but my strengths more than make up for them. Despite the problems I have, I'm still a highly - intelligent, talented, divine, incredible man. ❞

[glidasclheriis]

@maximummuses continued from here

"Because I want, no, I demand for you to tell me more about what happened to you, so I can study the patterns in our timelines."

[rifleseye]

@maximummuses cont.

— Perceptor regards her explanation with earnest awe. He's not usually impressed by weapons, but the almost cobbled-together nature of Javelin's rifle intrigues him so. And the intricacies of a rifle is not so easily missed by him.

He glances at his rifle and gives a half-shrug. " Modified from a standard Autobot-issued rifle. Fabricated the extended barrel myself. Scope is derived from the same technology that makes up my own. Reinforced stock to help offset the recoil when using higher caliber rounds. "

[enrogued]

@maximummuses's logan said ❛ the beginnings , still a little hazy. ❜

" hazy how? " it's a strange question to ask, but even though she's no expert on memories (though she's carrying enough to make it feel like she might be on her way to it) it feels like it might have some relevance. everyone experiences things differently. it could be important.

" like heat-wave hazy, where you've got all the colours but everything's blurry and distant? or foggy hazy, where y' just see grey and shadows? or disco-lights at the club hazy, where everything's clear but only for a moment? " okay, so maybe she does have some experience working with memories.

[streetslost]

@maximummuses | cont.

      HAND HOVERED near to the bag where money stuffed inside enticed her next move.  she needed to get the cash back to her “employer” or suffer the consequences.  she NEEDED the cut that he had promised to give.  however, cat was also fully aware she didn’t need to go to jail.  especially not over a deal that wasn’t even hers.  just the errand girl.           “wouldn’t you prefer to f o l l o w me, instead?  see who i deliver it to.  i think it’d be more in your interest t’chop off the head of the beast than a measly finger like me.”

[dhampiravidi]

from here ("I can take it from here," ask; Oraia to Moon Knight):

Oraia sighed, crossing her arms. "I'm not here to hurt anyone, Moon Knight. There's a thief hiding in these streets who is in possession of a cursed object. That object will kill its owner & the people around it until it's exorcised." She smiled slightly. "Luckily for you, I happen to know a good exorcist. So please, stand aside. Yes, I know that you have some kind of magic. No, I don't want to fight you."

She really didn't. As a goddess, she could sense any supernatural being within a certain radius, not to mention how strong it was, but she wasn't able to tell what exactly that thing was. Oraia hated that, given her shaky relationship with two pantheons' worth of deities.

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[hubrisdescent]

Starter for @maximummuses / @ Frank

❝ You smell like shit, bet you look like it too ❞ Is acutely aware that's he's the pot calling the kettle black.

[arkhamcalamity]

@maximummuses // cont.

Perhaps it's a little concerning that she's not surprised by someone being at the window. That part, was relatively normal. It was everything else after that, that was far from it.

Olive wouldn't even know where to begin in processing her emotions. Some bits got through here and there. No shortage of what the hell's intermingled with 'IS THAT BLOOD?!' No, no, no, no. Maps, this isn't okay. This isn't a romp in the woods, this isn't sneaking around grounds, this isn't a fan cloud, this is something wildly different.

"I would love if you talked really, really, fast." For once, she won't ask for a slowdown. Olive moved to run into the bathroom, returning with a red first aid kit in somewhat shaking hands. "I am so..." Mad? Scared? Confused? Everything. "I don't know what but I'm sure I'll figure it out when my heart stops running like this. Ohmygod, how did this even happen? When did this," she gestured at the get up, "start?"

[extraordinarygrrls]

Continued.

"He still loves you!" Imogen really just wanted him to be happy, because this felt like the only chance where he could be happy. He was himself again, his soul uncorrupted. "He still misses you, of course he does. Take it from someone who knows, Bi-Han..." She paused and looked down at her fidgeting hands. "I'm... Okay, now. But I would still give anything to have my family back. You're brothers. He loves you, and that love doesn't go away when you're gone."

She sighed, and looked around this dingey little lair he calls home. She can't imagine anyone thriving in this environment. "I want you to be happy, you know. I'm rooting for it. And if this life makes you happy, go with God. But this? Hiding away in Outworld, contract killing all alone? It's sad. I am sad for you if you won't be... You have options, people can start over at any age." Says the NASA prospect turned recluse antique restorer.

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[bxrningblack]

@maximummuses cont.

This is a trap. Or at least, it definitely feels like one. Her fellow students have proven that attempts at niceties are only to pull the rug out later. Still, she closed up her book.

"Cassie."

"What's the hedgehog's dilemma?"

[twcfaces]

@maximummuses from x

Two-Face nearly swallowed his cigarette.

"You? Of all the people still clinging to the idea that a Harvey Dent still exists in this wretched brain you've always been the first." he pointed out.

"Now you want to start putting bullets in people? Man, where have you been, and why didn't you start sooner?"

Two-Face didn't really want to die, particularly in the grip of a Batman ready to blow his brains out, but if fate said tonight, then it would be tonight, and he wouldn't argue.

Two-Face was always good about that. Fate was fate. The coin was the coin. Toss it once or twice or eighty times - the coin would always speak.

He turned to the Bat, and put his cigarette out in the palm of his scarred hand.

"Besides, do I look like I'm fucking perpetrating anything right now? Humor me and pretend I'm innocent until proven guilty. For old time's sake if nothing else."

[redhoodedtodd]

ALIEN (1979) PROMPTS @maximummuses

Slade said "Anybody ever tell you you look dead?"

There's a sneer across Jason's face as he looks at the other man, not quite happy in his current situation. Getting captured was never something one wanted out of an afternoon... less when it was someone like Slade. Being insulted didn't exactly make it better.

"Anybody ever tell you you look like a goddamn pirate?" Jason asked, though the answer to his question was yes. It was something in the eyes-- or the scent, he'd been told. Something looked wrong, something smelled wrong, and why shouldn't it? He was, after all, some kind of revenant. But the eyes were one of those things, too pale, one blue and one an unnatural sort of green. "Yeah, ha ha, I look dead. You gonna make that worse or am I just the worm on the hook?"

[collectingmuses]

@maximummuses liked for a starter

"Jean wants me to tag along, so I'm tagging along." Cole said, jogging to catch up to Logan."It'll be fun. Male bonding at it's finest."