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    It shouldn't come as a surprise to see that the other had already proven groomed for the day ahead , no shock either that she is found in a figure complimenting number that would turn many an eye amongst the flood of them that lived in Metropolis ; when compared to the morning state Kendra was in ? It was very apparent even to simple minded folk how different their approaches to mornings were . . . but who said that was in any shape or capacity a horrible thing ?

    The offer of coffee was tempting , and one that didn't take much effort or thought in accepting ; watching as Eve rose from her seat and began to brew the beverage in question . . . the subtle whiff of vanilla caressing Hawkgirl's senses for a moment before her attention was snapped back to the breakfast before her , consuming half the baked good in a single bite , ❝ How are the legs holding up ? ❞ she proved playful in the subtle references to the previous nights events , the smirk on Kendra's face more than enough proof of that fact .

    As Eve moved into her peripheral vision , the metahuman couldn't help but pause for a moment to steal an impressed gaze over the modest yet terrific definition of the other's rear . . . a moment short lived once that steaming brew was placed before her , ❝ Thanks .❞ a short statement for sure , but earnest all the same .

    Another bite of the baked good , this one much smaller . . . perhaps desiring to take her time after all to savor both the peaceful moment and stunning company ?

nights under strobe lights and unmodel behavior are not unusual for eve.   while she has a goal that sits in the back of her mind,  a  nagging  voice that sounds like her mother that reminds her of what to look for at certain parties and events,  she can't help but follow where her heart  ( or body )  point her.   last night,  it just so happens to be  hawkgirl,  and  who can blame her,  really?   she's powerful,  magnetic,  not to mention  hot.   kendra doesn't look at her like some random girl to toss aside,  to chalk up to as just  another  one of those social media girls to ignore.   and that means something to eve.

and so the night ensues,  and she awakes in her apartment with a still warm space from the other's presence beside her.   when her eyes open,  she carefully rubs her eyes to get rid of any sleep that might linger between her lashes as she slowly gains consciousness   she's careful not to wake the other woman as she starts to sit up on the bed,  eyes surveying the room at the slight mess they'd left,  clothes lying in a corner on the floor.   at least their clothes were contained. 

she doesn't mind,  though.   it's nice to have company.   it makes mornings seem warmer,  more golden.   but maybe that's just kendra.

the blonde tiptoes around her room,  grabbing some clothes from her dresser before heading into the shower in the master's bathroom.   she's aware she spends entirely too long there,  but she doesn't particularly care,  falling into this so-called pseudoscience of aromatherapy.   she takes a deep breath of the products she uses,  smelling of vanilla,  as she washes off the previous night's events.

when she's finished,  she heads out into the kitchen,  only to find kendra already having made breakfast.   does it count as making breakfast if it's just tossed into a toaster?   eve thinks so.   it's more than most people have done for her.     ❝  good morning!  ❞   she greets,  a bright smile across her features as she takes a seat across from kendra at the table.   she smears cream cheese on hers before taking a bite.     ❝  did you want some coffee?   i can fire up the ol' keurig and make us some cups!  ❞

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          ❝ You do not know , with whom you are fucking with . ❞

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ASK MY MUSE(S) INVASIVE QUESTIONS

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(for hawkgirl)

[ 🖐️ ] ㅤ. ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ?

               HEADCANON MEME

            [ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ?

   While the gloves provide Kendra's skin with a layer of protection in place of callouses ? The same notion cannot be applied to her finger tips . . . which have slight yet visible callouses present on the tips of her digits .

   These callouses prove rather handy . . . allowing her to better maintain the grip on her mace , especially when she's soaring through the skies doing Hawkgirl ish .

   So her hands as a whole are a hybrid , really she moisturizes her palms regularly but leaves her fingertips in order to maintain the callouses .

   [ asked by : @batscain ]

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✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.

₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.

[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?

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Reblog if your muse has lost one or both parents.

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         Is it hot in here or is it just me ?

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describe a kiss between our muses that 'shouldn't' have happened. (for sera & ez)

    Collaborations were truly nothing new in the life of a popstar , whether they came in the form of a band , a sponsorship . . . or in this case , a duet ?

    The internet was gaga over the prospect of Seraphine and ezreal meeting up , no doubt ready to make a song between them go diamond in the first week of it being published ; this prospect was like an unyielding hunger for both of their talent agencies . . . and eventually affairs would lead both musical talents to this fated day . . .

    Until The End of Time as the track was affectionately known ; despite previous arrangements prohibiting them from recording the song together ? The stars aligned for them to end up shooting a music video together . . . further fuel for the Stans and Shippers of Twitter , right ?

    ezreal had always admired Seraphine's talents and of course her looks / personality , so when she came into this partnership with lyrics already prepared for both of them? He certainly would have to handle things on the visual side . . . which fortunately proved his bread and butter as a dancer .

    Both artists were readying themselves in position for the next sequence of the video . . . which would see the pair rhythmically stepping backwards and forwards inside a slowly rolling tube with a clock behind them . . . of course symbolizing the movement of time .

    Upon hearing ' ACTION ! ' ezreal would start complimenting Seraphine's steps , as the script dictated . . . but unfortunately , it seemed that proper inspection of the set hadn't been committed . . . as the teal haired musician got a shoelace caught in a small gap in the welding . . . causing him to stumble forward , and . . . inadvertently crash his lips firmly against hers .

    There was a rush that came over him : blood rushing to his cheeks , the blinding nature of a lucky member of the paparazzi snapping a photograph of the incident , his heart racing both from excitement and terror . . . after all , it was his first kiss . . . and to make the matter more stressful ? He had dragged Seraphine into it without her permission .

    ' CUT ! ' he could hear the director bellow ; on command forcing himself away from Seraphine's personal space and beginning to apologize profusely whilst the film crew muttered to themselves .

[ drabble meme for @apexapricity ]

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       𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖔𝖚𝖑 𝕾𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉

    summary : a demonic blade capable of engulfing itself in hellish flame , it is said to be constructed from the stolen soul of mutant Illyana Rasputina . . . the current Queen of Limbo . The blade allows Rasputina to further enhance and channel her teleportation capabilities .

    strengths : a devastating weapon to hellspawn, eldritch horrors, and magical beings alike ; Enhances her stepping discs .

    weaknesses : only one wielder , all others that have tried to use the blade have immediately evaporated into a pile of grayish hell ash . Prevailing theories suggest that this is caused by the nature of the blade , being forged from a soul and therefore a weapon that proves far more dangerous when compared to Mjölnir which operates under vaguely similar rules ; It should be noted that despite these observations , it has been wielded by fellow mutant Jubilation Lee on a single occasion . . . the reason for this still unclear .

    created by : Belasco ( Former King of Limbo , Ex-Fiance of Illyana Rasputina . )

    wielded by : Illyana Rasputina , Jubilation Lee

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WHY AREN’T WE INTERACTING?

recently i’ve noticed that the rpc seems to have trouble interacting with eachother–and i’ve seen a few of these memes go around, but i thought i’d make another!

❓ — i’m unfamiliar with your muse(s). 😟 — you intimidate me a lot. 📂 — you don’t reblog a lot of memes, and i usually interact through memes. 💡 — you don’t post a lot of opens, and i usually interact through opens. ⌚ — i honestly haven’t gotten around to it yet. 💔 — i ship our muses, and i’m worried that’ll upset you. 📜 — i’m a little intimidated by your writing length/style/formatting. 💤 — you followed me first and i’m waiting for you to make the first move. 🗣️ — i don’t have any ideas for plots readily available. ☀️ — i’ve sent memes/messages to you before, but you ignored them.

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been kinda comic pilled since the launch of this blog and I realize that isn't fair to the lovely moots that aren't in that sphere.

I'm going to try and shift some focus this week towards some of my non-comic book muses, maybe a starter or two?

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   ❝ But perhaps that trance is the company in which we damaged souls find ourselves with ? ❞ the infliction of Illyana's tone was reserved , yet earnest in its nature . . . one that would be soon followed by a sip of chammomile tea pushing past her lips ; the calming properties of the beverage being a sense of focus on the moment , and of course the woman before her .

   ❝ Your ability to make tea is phenomenal as always , Wanda . ❞ the smile was soft , genuine . . . one indicative of kindredness of souls . Another sip . . . and another rush of zen coursing through the body of Limbo's Queen , eager for the response of The Scarlet Witch .

Lyric Starter Call ⤷ Always Accepting!!

❝ Time is but a glance it passed us by, swiftly, in a trance ❞

☽◯☾┄─ @decemannos (for Illyana!) || Twin Tribes-Cauldron of Thorns ᗢ

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    CRASH !

    Property damage was no new thing to the city , it was practically a rite of a successful ' superhero ' campaign . . . and so when the Queen of Limbo found herself flying through multiple support beams of an underground parking structure ? That wasn't the notion that caused her any semblance of concern . . .

    . . . no , the real jolt came from how much it fucking hurt ; sure , she was durable as hell but even then there's limits ! Yet despite the already apparent swelling of her spine , she would rise to her feet without any assistance .

    Cука . . . she cursed to herself , spitting out a wad of blood to the concrete beneath her boots ; blue eyes darting towards the hulking demonic being that had managed to smuggle its way into the realm of the living . . . clutching the grip of the Soul Sword , Magik would charge towards the monstrosity ; an echoing battle cry escaping from her lungs as she closed the distance .

    SLASH !

    The blade of her weapon would spawn a noticeable gash to appear on the creature's forearm . . . black tinted blood seeping from the wound and causing a booming wail to emit from the beast ; thoroughly pissed off , it would cock the wounded limb back before connecting the backhand with that of Illyana's chest . . . causing the mutant to once again go soaring through the air . . .

    SHATTER !

    . . . this time launching through the windshield of an expensive sports car ; somehow ending up inside its trunk .

    A moment of reprieve had to be taken , a vivid stinging sensation pulsated through her ribcage . . . no doubt a fracture or break ; business must go on , who else was going to stop the forces of Hell from invading ?

    Using her boot , she would kick the trunk door completely off its hinges . . . watching as the part soared through the air and lodged itself deep into the shoulder blade of the beast .

   ❝ Давай, ублюдок ! ❞ she bellowed at the monster , whomst she had the full attention of once again .

    [ open starter for mutuals ]

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝟎𝟏 . ( a collection of assorted prompts intended to inspire drabbles & maybe starters. adjust as desired. )

describe a time your muse committed a justified act of violence.

describe a time your muse felt truly free.

describe a time your muse just couldn't help themself.

describe a time your muse committed a crime.

describe a time your muse discovered something about themself.

describe the earliest birthday your muse can remember.

describe a time your muse broke the rules.

describe your muse's feelings on their gender.

describe your muse's feelings on their sexuality.

describe a time your muse felt truly loved.

describe a time your muse lost their temper.

describe your muse's very first kiss.

describe the moment your muse discovered their passion in life.

describe a time your muse longed for something so deeply it tore them apart.

describe a time your muse worked themself to exhaustion.

describe a time your character was treated medically.

describe a time your muse made an unheard cry for help.

describe a time your muse couldn't care for themselves.

describe a time your muse couldn't commit to something or someone.

describe a time your muse realized they were in love.

describe a time your muse felt betrayed.

describe a time your muse learned devastating information.

describe a moment your muse reminisces about often.

describe a moment in which your muse lashed out violently.

describe the first time your muse held a weapon.

describe a time your muse blacked out.

describe a moment your muse was absolutely terrified.

describe a moment your muse went into fight or flight mode.

describe a moment your muse had a big, life-altering revelation.

describe the first time your muse took someone's life.

describe a time your muse went somewhere they shouldn't.

describe a time your muse sneaked out of the house.

describe a traumatic experience from your muse's childhood.

describe the first concert your muse ever went to.

describe your muse's dream [ engagement / wedding ].

describe an outing that went terribly, horribly wrong for your muse.

describe a time your muse found themself somewhere unexpected.

FOR PAIRINGS:

describe a time our muses slept in late together.

describe the moment receiver knew they were in love with sender.

describe the first significant fight our muses got into.

describe a time receiver thought they were going to lose sender.

describe the first time receiver realized they were comfortable around sender.

describe a moment that receiver felt betrayed by sender.

describe a private thought receiver has had about sender.

describe a time our muses went on a long scenic road trip.

describe a moment where receiver held onto sender a little tighter.

describe a moment of pure joy between our muses.

describe a moment where sender made receiver feel safe.

describe a moment of grief and mourning between our muses.

describe a moment where receiver lost their temper with sender.

describe a moment where receiver broke down in front of sender.

describe a moment receiver jumped into action to protect sender.

describe a kiss between our muses that 'shouldn't' have happened.

describe a day/night our muses lost track of time together.

describe the first date our muses ever went on.

describe the day our muses got the keys to their first place.

describe a night our muses stayed out until ridiculously early.

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One does not simply $#%% with Krypto and get away to tell the tale

             Supergirl : Woman of Tomorrow #1 by Tom King and Bilquis Evely

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Kara and Alcohol and Red suns?! Oh my!

Seeing as how Kara is a big fan of getting drunk (gotta love unhealthy trauma coping mechanisms), but has to travel to a system with a red sun in order to do so? That makes being a superhero (and also RPs surrounding alcohol) rather inconvenient.

As a compromise, she had Mister Terrific (lovely guy he is), outfit her apartment in Metropolis with lamps that emit artificial red sunlight into the living quarters. This allows the Woman of Tomorrow to get sad drunk in the comfort of her own home, so she can be easier to access when the day needs saving (after she sobers up, of course).

Fret not, non-Kryptonians, the artificial red sunlight isn't of any immediate harm to you... unless of course you plan to stay under it for like a week straight.

And while you might think saving the day while being hungover is reckless and the opposite of helpful? (Un)fortunately, Kara is a borderline alcoholic and so naturally her body processes alcohol a lot quicker... combined with the way a yellow sun heightens/amplifies her body's natural functions? She'll be sober as a gopher before she saves a squirrel from being crushed by an interdimensional kaiju.

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I MAY have done a little page taking from Kara's book last night and so I'm a bit groggy from the beverages ingested.

I'll be around, but lemme sober up.

Also good morning lovelies <3