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hi everyone! Just an official notice that this blog is on indefinite hiatus. I just haven't had a lot of desire to write most of my comic fandom characters on tumblr anymore and I think it's a sign I just need to step away!

Im moving my piper sideblog to a fullsized one so if you're interested in writing with that character hmu @xaglaophonosx or ill see you on the flippy!

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ooc. another birthday, time continues to pass without my personal approval

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happy birthday to my baby @peranarkia / @volucerrubidus / @nrth-wind 🥰

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「 I think the apple's rotten right to the core! From all the things passed down from all the apples coming before. I split the apple down symmetrical lines.... 」

about guidelines

# BLONDEBATT ── low/sporadic activity. mutuals only. primarly pre-52 / batgirls (2022) based STEPHANIE BROWN (batgirl) from DC COMICS. This blog was established in JULY, 2024. loved by cinna.

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Being with Bruce was like a vortex, sucking you into a black hole-- No, it was like tennis. A ball swung back and forth at increasing speed as your words act as the weapon being hit, and thrown. Actually - It was like everything and nothing, all in one. His eyes were like galaxies, drawing you in like a planet's pull. His mouth sharp, perfectly puffed and daggered words hitting to the heart.

Around him, Talia was adrift. But not alone. He was the shimmering green light through a heavy fog of mist in the dark waters below. Within reach, but tantalizing without touch. dangerous, dangerous, dangerous...

"I do not suppose you would take a 'I am not aware of what you are implying' as an answer to that last question?"

As the cup clinked against the fine porcelain once more, abandoning the drink, Talia's expression stayed playful. If the detective had hoped to keep her at an arms length by the barbed nature of his words: he was wrong. She stands, satin and ornate robe barely covering as it flowed freely with her movement to his side. Time to call any bluff. Time to make sure he didn't have the chance to read her inside and out, through calculating eyes, without a weapon to defend herself with.

"Surely, a lover of mine," My one and only. For eternity. The warmth in her voice betrays this feeling. "Would give me the honor of affection, instead of this brooding stare and sterile treatment."

Talia settles on the arm of the seat, legs dangerously close to being placed in his lap. An index finger finds it's mark, sliding along the chiseled jaw and perfect, chin, turning it up towards her.

"I have missed you greatly." There just happened to also be an opportunity for both herself, and her father's goals. "Have you? Missed me?" An innocent question, weaved in double meanings and weight. It's also a very good distraction to the important question at hand.

All defense mechanisms are on HIGH. He holds back any thought beyond the plain and the observing. One step in the window and the other out the door. Anything to not focus on the way her skin glows under this lighting or the smell of that specific strain of Jasmine in the air that reminds him of her. He’s here for a purpose. And it takes only the smallest of shifts ─ the slightest of ripple for him to almost forget. 

His gaze trailing behind her ; a few seconds of delay so as not to get swallowed up by the familiar. Not the longing nor the ache. Walking around eventually, putting himself further away from the bed and towards the table where the kettle and cups were waiting. Watching in silence as she pours a cup full before looking away, as if he hadn’t both been intently focused and trying to avoid her gaze at the same time. 

       “ Yes. What other activities should we be doing? “ He asked, almost curiously, if his tone wasn’t curt. 

[1] Dismissive. Avoidant.  [2] A liar. 

He settles in front of her, taking the seat opposite of her. Form hunched over as his hands clasped together under the drape of his cowl. His gaze now focused, settled on her. Trying to align the subtle differences from their last meeting to what was now in front of him.

“ Why are you here, Talia? And when is your Father joining you? “

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"So you know how magic has been my pandemic hobby?" anita @ cissie

games // always accepting !

Cissie stared at the other girl for a moment - magic usually didn't mean anything good - but she probably meant the tamer version, right? A grin settles on her lips, and she leans forward with interest,

"No, but I do, now: and why? You know, I was pretty obsessed with sour-dough the first couple of months of the pandemic?"

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interactions that make me laugh every time

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ooc. alexa play ballad of a homeschool girl

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"Conversations are a lot like teeth, you can only have so many." (to Thalia)

games // always accepting !

Thalia understood the feeling better than most. The girl, Gabrielle, roughly her age, seemed to be in the same mindset she was. General agitation filtered through her at the idea, small talk was heinous enough -- but a necessary evil to forge bonds. Combine that with her current gritted frustration at having to remind Celyn again to mind her tongue around outsiders. Thalia felt like she was running out of teeth.

"Then we'll get a set of dentures, I guess. What are you gonna do? It's not like anything beyond a conversation would be effective."

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"It turns out that runs in the family." (for thalia from @tidaltow! :D could be talking about thalia or himself ?? :0c who knows)

games // always accepting !

It's a stumble of words, as it enters-- it manages to stomp and snag, tearing bits of her delicate patchwork heart. Thalia's face betrays none of this. It's still that same stone-cold expression, staring down her friend's face like it may become an enemy's at any moment. It's not really fair to Percy, but she doesn't imagine it'll be seen as anything typically personal, either. Things running in the family didn't mean anything but pain, trouble, or danger. She realizes this is her turn now, to prompt further discussion on the matter, but with a shake of her head, she's not sure if she can do it.

"I'm getting really tired of this crap piling on us." Thalia admits, crouching down low to riffle through her backpack. Eventually, she pulls out a leather-bound journal, and a silver knife.

"Why can't it be normal monsters? No, it instead has to be family drama of the millennia." And also probably monsters thrown in there for the mix.

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(Thad's prying into Steph's life for his own entertainment.) "You dated Tim, right? Why?" He asks before adding, "I mean what was the allure there for you?"

ask stephanie about her big ex, she's used to it. / always accepting!

"Well. That's the thing about us two: I didn't exactly date Tim first. I dated Robin."

"Robin stood for everything I felt I lacked. Intelligent, capable, quick-witted, trusted by The Batman. Oh god, and mysteriously handsome! You ever watch Sailor Moon? Tim felt like my own personal Tuxedo Mask, and the hot kisses and flirting we shared just felt like something made out of a book, or a comic." She gives a little laugh, shaking her head-- something about that last part seemed to sober her up.

"By the time I actually got to date Tim.... Well. He was safe." Exhaling a tense breath, she forced herself to just say it.

"I've never met any other guy like that. I have, um, trust issues. With men. And... through our ups and downs, his arms have always felt like a safety net to me. Made me never want to leave him."

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ooc. missing performing so bad, gang. :') tempted to audition for things but it's going to set me back on my playwriting project....... alas

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pompedia

GRABS AND SHAKES

dw she's on it

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pov: you just fumbled the baddest bitch in the galaxy on purpose and are about to make it EVERYONE'S (especially donna troy's) problem

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ooc. in a rare dick grayson mood... give this a little like and i'll send this depressed detective hurling into your inbox as a treat. <3

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[ TO THE THREAT ]: " is there a problem over here? " @ dick

games // always accepting !

Nightwing grins, and it's bloodied. Spins his escrima sticks in a slow and lazy display - despite being backed up into a corner. All a part of the plan, he'd sigh out, before leaping back into action. The men, about five of them, managed to get the jump on him, all leering as they tapped their weapons against their hands.

It was quickly drowned out by the familiar swoosh of a cape. Batman's voice, low and dangerous, has entered the ring. And now that means this will become a spectacle -- Dick's not mad about that. He'd be lying if he said that this didn't bring some kind of nostalgic joy to tag-team it out for the night.

Despite the bat's appearance, he is commanding attention from all five of the men. Distract, distract, distract-- wait for the time to strike. Nightwing drawls out,

"Yeah! These guys were just saying they think the bat-mobile was a lame name for a vehicle. I was defending your honor, obviously."