#VESPECTRAL

[lifeforms]

@vespectral / here.

"well, i don't vote republican." it's delivered remarkably affably: that's how the average person might know she's deflecting. as is, it's probably how bruce knows that she doesn't have a ready answer --- which is good, probably, for him. he'll also know that she isn't on script.

lana can't claim that the announcement surprised her: she knows lex, arguably better than anyone else. politics, on some scale, he's long kept in his back pocket, and he's --- well, lex is not one for half measures, but why would he be? he's never had to take one.

it's true, though, that she hadn't found out beforehand.

"he's --- bored, i think." how lana feels about that is all in the set of her jaw, her tired eyes. "people have always been projects to him. not always for worse. he's not..." but she can't be bothered to defend lex, anymore, especially not against silent accusations. "look, i'm worried that lex didn't tell me, but that isn't fair. it's --- it's been a long time. and i doubt there's anything unusually sinister at play." meaning, of course, that neither does he merit the benefit of the doubt, in a grab so far-reaching. "but he usually gets what he wants, and he's usually worse off for it."

[morefearless]

@vespectral​

she’s SLITHERING against the bat. it ain’t dancing or swaying, what she’s doing; it’s sneaky like the snake who comes up to bite you in the ass. he’s so much bigger than she is; harley is a little lithe thing who could coil up in the big ass palm of his big ass hand. for now, she’s playing nice, leaving inches between them. those inches that allow heat to collect, the kind of heat that sets off the water works between her thighs. she might not be allowing herself to touch, but yeah, she is allowing herself to slither around him. her fingers mimic crawling up his kevlar clad chest like horny spiders. 

❛ you tellin’ me you’ve never thought about this before? you’ve never thought about us like this? ❜ her voice is low and sultry. she pretty much whispers the question into his pointy bat ear, groaning with the effort it takes not to bite him. teasing is even more fun, as it turns out, and she ain’t gonna touch him until he begs her to. 

even the mighty fall. and they fall hard. 

[sorrowmarked-a]

IF THEY HAD A KID || accepting 

@vespectral​

Name: Thomas Jonathan Zatara-Wayne 

Gender: Boy

General appearance: tall, slender though muscular once he’s older. dark brown eyes. skin is a lighter brown, though it darkens in the sun. and thick eyebrows. quick easy smile. 

Personality: outgoing, generally friendly, loves to make friends, smart but gets bad grades in school because he doesn’t “apply himself��� though the reality is school doesn’t interest him that much. likes animals and can often be found in the wayne manor or shadowcrest library. avoids confrontation when he can. 

Special talents: mother’s magical abilities, he also definitely knows enough marital arts to defend himself. 

Who they like better:

Who they take after more: Zatanna for sure. 

Personal headcanon: not a Robin. Not interested in being a Robin. Does not see the appeal. Isn’t going to make a play at mantle of batman. Roasts each of his brothers for even wanting to be. He loves his dad, he just doesn’t want to be his dad. He wants to find his own way to help people. When it comes to legacies he’s more invested in his mother’s. 

Face Claim:

[mutuallyassured]

ROSTER & TAG DROP.

michael myers / he/him / #humanshaped

john marston / he/him / #loneprairies 

bruce wayne / he/they / #vespectral

joel miller / he/him / #sundownpromise

clarice starling / she/they / #lambtales 

villanelle / they/them / #hairpins

isaak sirko / he/they / #whitewolv

gustavo fring / he/him / #porsangre

frank castle / he/him / #goldenbook

claire temple / she/they / #sutures

billy butcher / he/him / #scorchedearth

[justshadesofgreyarchive]

♢   ♢   ♢  starter for @vespectral​ !

❝ It’s cold out here — shouldn’t you be inside staying WARM ?  ❞  Selina looked up from the light of a fading clove cigarette between her lips, dropping it to ground and stubbing it out underneath the ball of her well heeled toe. She’d needed an excuse to leave the ballroom and come outside – smoking was that much of a sin these days that no one thought any more of wanting time alone to indulge. A non existent vice to cover her tracks. 

Glancing up through the darkness she smiled slowly, easily considering her company carefully --- tipping her head playfully and showing him her best teasing grin :       

  ❝ Unless you’ve got a thing for freezing temperatures and spying on people you shouldn’t be -—                                                                                    —– WAIT a second���. ❞

[wyhldsarc]

@vespectral   :      ❝ you saved me. thank you. ❞ / from the american gods starters, for miss lance please and ty 

    ‘  always.  ’   he says it like it’s a hassle, like there’s any space in her lungs for the phrase  no,  any choice in her being to not save him.  dinah laurel lance has superhero in the blood, pumping through her veins  —  she’d never chosen black canary.  it had chosen her, as a manifestation of everything she was and everything she’d ever become, and she would do the job until she physically could no longer.  not because it’s easy, but because it’s the right thing to do.  

 dinah offers a grin marred by a split lip, gloves pulled off and discarded to reveal a set of knuckles beat black and blue  —  simply a low point of the job.  she’s had worse, she’s had better.  she’ll live.   ‘  you’re my friend.  i’ll always show up for you.  ’   her nose wrinkles as she rubs the pad of her thumb over the knuckles of her left hand, an ache that’s both dull and reassuring arising and causing a twist of her mouth.   ‘  i’d prefer that you not make a habit out of this, though.  ’

[dosdeux-a]

i’m just worried about you, that’s all.

SOPRANOS STARTERS     accepting.

          "Well, don't be." It comes off far harsher than he intended, frustration slipping out without his say-so. His teeth clench in response, internally wincing at the lack of control, something that’s at the root of this entire conversation.

          "Sorry. I just meant, you don't have to be. I'm fine. Honest." It's difficult for him to lie, to Bruce in particular, and he quickly thinks better of it. "Mostly. It's nothing you should worry about, anyway." Maybe he should change the subject, but it would be too obvious what he was doing.

          His gaze turns downward in thought; he could trust Bruce, and he must have his own issues to deal with, so he should be able to relate, on some level. But Bruce couldn’t be as screwed up as Harvey is, he’s sure. Maybe he should be, but he has a hard time believing that he is. More importantly, they’re close, and Bruce wouldn’t judge him. But he might.

          “It’s just stress, y’know? From work. Sorry, again, for snapping.”

[eoleolhan-a]

The blinking light that flew towards him tipped him off to the flying explosive. Holding it in the air with his focus wasn’t difficult; it clearly wasn’t that heavy despite its momentum. A quick flash of white hot light and a sharp, quick bang cut the tension. The sound of the explosion rang in his ears as shrapnel from the blown up batarang scattered in every direction. That was his cue to protect himself; something that looked like a giant translucent purple soap bubble formed a protected cocoon around him. When the broken pieces of metal hit the surface, they ricocheted into the brick walls of the run down alley. Clearly the self-appointed guardian of Gotham wasn’t messing around, so neither would he.

“Impressive party favour,” he said with a nod to where the batarang once hovered, “but this isn’t a game to me.” He knew he had to make an escape somehow. He was on foot, but he doubted that the caped crusader was too. It would be a pretty heavy projectile, but the rusty metal dumpster that sat between them against the alley wall seemed like his best bet.

The trash filled steel box began to shake and groan. The bubble around the mysterious assailant wobbled and wavered as the dumpster began to lift off the ground. For a moment, it hovered a few feet above the ground before suddenly being hurled towards the dark knight. As soon as it was flung, the leather clad young man in the odd looking motorcycle helmet took off down the alley. If he was lucky, his projectile had hit its target and the bat wouldn’t follow — but then again, he’d never been a lucky fellow.

@eoleolhan // plotted.

the batarang he’d quickly thrown to disarm his assailant - which, in all fairness, is a stretch, considering it’s the bat who sought him out, not vice-versa - stops mid-air. doesn’t move. it ticks as the timer for its explosion counts down the seconds until detonation. the bat’s head cocks, all movement halted. can taste the sweat that feels like it pours into his mouth from halting like this, heart racing as his chest heaves to catch his breath and wishes he hadn’t at all.

dutifully, it explodes mid-air, without a target. 

that’s… certainly new. 

‘ impressive party trick, ’ he says flatly, hands balling into fists as he readies himself for whatever forthcoming hellfire he’s inviting, but too old and stubborn to back down. has never learned to back down, anyway, at any point in his life, but especially not when the fight seems to be getting even. the smile that twitches at his mouth like a tic he can’t fight off speaks for him. ‘ enough games. ’

[unworthys]

everything about being a parent feels like a secret test. / for mystique 😌

DETRANSITION, BABY.

“if i’ve learned one thing over the years?”

nightcrawler – they can’t call him kurt, can hardly wrap their head around the irony of the people who’d taken him in giving him that name of all names – is difficult to call an example of parenting, given that they never even interacted with their son until he was nearly an adult, and that’s an odd thing to grapple with in and of itself, that all their experience with the subject comes from others. 

the media loves to spin horror stories of the brotherhood kidnapping children, because of course they do, but no child has ever come to them who had anywhere left to go. magneto even tells them about the school, usually, gives them a choice, and many take it, but some know already that assimilation isn’t possible for them, or that they’re made for something bigger.

it’s not exactly parenting, either, but a chance to fight back is the best nurturing mystique can offer them.

“it is, and you’re always failing.”

[morefearless]

@vespectral​ said: “ think about what you’re doing. ”

the warning is husky in his voice. he’s staring her down with those white lenses, and she gets why she should be afraid. not to mention a little turned on, oh boy! but the truth is that harley ain’t gonna be on no short leash. not anymore. even though batsy is cute and all, and he does know how to tr(EAT) a lady right, she just ain’t in the business of being anyone’s accomplice. been there, done that, cried over it! 

❛ awww batsy, you’re real romantic! you know that? ❜ she fixes a devilish smile on her ruby lips and hits bruce’s shoulder with hers. like a doll with a button, her mouth quickly shifts into a frown. she’s playfully angry, but it’s very real how she cuts into his personal space. ❛ ya think that just because i’ve let’cha fuck me that i’m gonna listen? cute. ❜ 

[failedcrown]

vespectral​:

@failedcrown said: you’re verging on sacrilege. the sopranos sentence starters. :// accepting.

the statement earns a sardonic sort of smile, crooked at the edge of his mouth as his fingers trace over the edge of his father’s cartier watch absently, “it’s a good thing i’m not the biblical sort, then.”

she shows him her mouth full of teeth. her smirk is all sharp edges, just like she is. there’s nothing soft about her, nothing tender left in her, but she’s not going to bite them, either. not yet. ❛ let me guess. this is a classic case of rich bitch syndrome. you don’t answer to anyone but yourself? ❜ 

[sorrowmarked-a]

Kisses! Kisses! Kisses! || accepting

“This was my first kiss, you know…” -- @vespectral

Zatanna flushed before she grinned at him, bright and wide. “that’s because you’ve spent all your time training,” she accused him, like she hadn’t been doing the same thing. A different kind of training, different kind of devotion to craft for the both of them, different motivations. She reached over lacing her fingers with his. They were only kids and yet she could tell they’d been broken and reset. “Because you’re really very cute, if you wanted them the girls would be all over you,” she said, looking up at him. Her hair a riot of waves around her face. Her eyes were dark rimmed, and golden bangles lined her wrists, chiming softly every time she moved. “It was my first kiss too,” she told him. “I think ... I was waiting for you to come back, I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone else.” 

[onlygod]

asshole’s been eating his spinach. / from the punisher max starters, because devilbat team-up is apparently happening

punisher max starters.

“no shit,” matt agrees, keeping his voice low and rough, feeling the creak of a hairline fracture in his jaw as he presses a thumb to what he’d hoped was just a bone bruise. the older man had gotten just as roughed up as him ,too—he's never kept up much on other vigilantes outside his turf, but experiencing the batman in action’s definitely given him some respect for the guy. he’s always admired when someone can take that kind of beating and stay standing.

already, he finds himself thinking it might be fun to take his temporary ally on in the ring.

“you brought this guy into my territory,” matt says, turning an ear toward batman to try and listen for any broken bones on his end. “i think it’s time you start telling me what you know.”

[bctgrl]

@delusionland @crimefightr @vespectral​ ​

Anyone remember that time Steph slapped Bruce or is it just me.

(Bruce Wayne: The Road Home: Batgirl)

[dosdeux-a]

a highlight from my conversation with @vespectral last night

[vespectral-a]

hi friends, no promo yet but my new blog can be found @vespectral !!!! going to be sleeping soon-ish but im going to do some drafts and some starters i have saved before that, hopefully