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[trialofheartsrpg]

THE DARLING, ALUMNUS ✦ F ✦ 26.

QUEEN OF CLUBS, YOUR NAME IS MORE THAN A NAME — it’s a brand, a promise, a key to the most exclusive rooms in the world. Runways, after-parties, gallery openings, the velvet ropes part like magic wherever you go. A darling of the social elite, you are not just a guest—you are the event. Cameras adore you, designers court you, and whispers of envy follow you like a shadow. Fame, fortune, fashion—it has all been handed to you on a diamond-encrusted platter, without a single stumble or scar to show for it. And yet, perfection is a fragile thing, and all it takes is a single crack. The accident was not meant to happen. You were meant to stay pristine, unblemished, the world’s flawless star. But blood has no regard for beauty, and neither does scandal. Now, the whispers slither beneath the floorboards, the tabloids circle like vultures, waiting for the moment you shatter. They will tell you to smile wider, to spin a prettier lie, to drown the truth in champagne and laughter. But you are starting to wonder—what happens if you don’t? The cameras are still watching. The world is still waiting. And one day—someone will find out. And you? You will either break, or you will learn how to bury them first.

DYNAMICS

THE VIRTUOSO ✦ YOU ARE MY HAVEN, MY SECOND VOICE.

YOU GREW UP TOGETHER, have always moved through life together—two souls intertwined despite different manors, stitched into the same devotion before either of you knew how to speak it. Your sisterly love was never something you questioned, never something that had to be earned. It was simply there, as certain as the rising sun, as steady as the pulse beneath your skin. You have been each other’s shelter, each other’s home, the kind of belonging that needs no explanation. You do not have to ask if they would fight for you. If they would break the world apart just to keep you safe. Because you know they would, they always would, and some loves do not need words. Some loves are written into the marrow of your bones, into the space between heartbeats. And yours—yours has never been anything less than forever.

THE PRINCE ✦ PICTURE-PERFECT, LIKE A BUTTERFLY'S CLIPPED WINGS.

YOU AND THEM — perfect on paper, whispered about and captured in flashes of light. People see something inevitable in your connection, something out of a fairytale, the kind of romance people dream about but never really touch. And you tell yourself, they must be right. Because if this isn’t love, then what else is there? You smile through the silences as if they aren’t growing wider, heavier, louder. You chase every fleeting spark, every moment that feels close enough to something, convincing yourself that if you just try harder, hold on tighter, love them enough—then it will all fall into place. But love should not feel like grasping at smoke. It should not feel like drowning while reaching for someone who isn’t even sinking. Everyone calls you a match made in heaven, and yet, how can heaven feel so terribly hollow?

THE INSATIABLE, THE GAMBIT ✦ MY DEAREST FRIENDS.

THIS PICTURE ISN'T NEW TO YOU: THE INSATIABLE and THE GAMBIT, locked in that familiar dance of destruction they've perfected over years. You love them both too much to leave and too little to intervene. You remember the stories they've told you—of shared hideaways, of secrets buried so deep they've become the foundation of who they are. You still remember that night of an afterparty— your trembling hands, too many drinks in, feeling brave or perhaps just transcending into panic—when you told them bits and pieces of your fresh accident, in a hypothetical way, of course. You watched their faces, waiting for... what? Advice? Sudden understanding? Horror? Instead, they'd laughed it off as another of your exaggerations. They couldn't take you seriously, could they? Not when they were too consumed with their own magnificent tragedy. So you stay, orbiting their destruction, telling yourself you're just here to unwind. To find something - an opportunity - to bury your case with.

OPEN ✦ SUGGESTED FC: BAE SUZY

[scriblesandbits]

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[charlietheepicwriter7]

The Joker was apprehended, sitting on the ground as Batman guarded him, but the kid--"Bruce Wayne's newest ward, how tragic! Hehehe!"--was nowhere to be found. Nightwing and Red Hood desperate searched the warehouse until a shuffling noise grabbed their attention.

A kid, black haired just like the kid in the Joker's broadcast, crawling out of a pile of boxes. "Is it over?" the boy asked quietly.

Nightwing guided him to the only exit, unfortunately walking past the boy's own kidnapper. "Yeah, kid. It's over. Come on-"

Like a shot, the boy rushed the Joker and kicked him right in the balls.

The Joker wheezed like a dying squeaky toy. Red Hood froze. Nightwing immediately snatched the boy up by the armpits, but all that did was give the boy the height to attack again, punting Joker in the jaw. The clown went down and cracked his head on the floor. He did not get back up.

There was a moment of silence before Red Hood roared with laughter, his helmet distorting the sound.

[linkeduniverse]

December Art

[rozugold]

Mareep the sheep :]

[aueua]

love these guys. the musical chairs

[dreamshaxd]

I suddenly remembered cbenchtrio is actually so pog,,, kicks rocks,,

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 1x05 - "Everybody Wants to Be My Enemy" ↳ "Sweetheart, I was real sad to hear about Vander. And the kids. Just terrible. By the looks of it, no one down here lifted a finger to stop Silco. A few tried but Silco's got the muscle… and the money. He took over the Last Drop."

[mayasaura]

Obsessed with that bit where P— told John to be a bad wizard. That they could write the history books later to say he was good, but what he needed to do now was to scare the shit out of people. What he needed was leverage.

Because that's what he did! That's exactly what he did. He got his leverage, he played the bad wizard, he scared the shit out of everyone. And then after the dust settled, when he was the last man standing, he wrote the history books to say he was good.

And like. The thing that gets me is. After all that, he named her Pyrrha.

They won. It wasn't worth it.

[trialofheartsrpg]

THE LOGICIAN, STUDENT ✦ M ✦ 26.

JACK OF DIAMONDS, YOU WERE RAISED IN A HOUSE OF QUIET INTELLECT, of curiosity turned inward, of evenings spent with books sprawled across the dining table, chalk dust clinging to your mother’s fingers. Your mother, a professor, shaped minds for a living, but yours was always her favorite project. She taught you that logic was the only true constant, that numbers do not lie, that if you could find the formula, you could solve anything. She wasn’t wrong - You learned game theory before you learned how to lie. You mapped choices like tree diagrams, reduced life to probabilities. The world was not cruel or kind—it was a system, a machine turning on hidden gears. And you? You learned how to twist the levers. But now, the Trial of Hearts is an equation unlike any other. A game of imperfect information, irrational players, and peculiar stakes. For the first time, you are not the one controlling the variables. You are one of them. And how exhilarating that is.

DYNAMICS

THE INSATIABLE ✦ HOW MUCH FURTHER WILL YOU CHASE?

FOR YOU, THE INSATIABLE IS A BISHOP moving across the board with no regard for rules, as if they've known any different. They take, they press, they demand—because they can. Because no one has ever told them no. And yet, you have fooled them. Once. Twice. Thrice. Not because you schemed, not because you plotted—but because they practically handed you the knife. Their arrogance is a double-edged thing, their hunger so obvious it borders on endearing. What do they want from you? A reaction? A challenge? A game where you finally let them win? At this point, you wonder if it’s desperation that drives them. They move toward you like a moth mistaking firelight for salvation, circling closer each time, unaware that they have no place on your board.

THE LAMB ✦ SPRING THAT MELTS.

THE LAMB IS WHAT SPRING WOULD BE IF IT TOOK HUMAN FORM — all warmth and wonder, a presence untouched by the weight of the world. A friendship born not from necessity, not from ambition or strategy, but from something rarer: pure intention. The longer you are with them, the more you realize: THE LAMB is an anomaly. No tangled past, no labyrinth of secrets—just a story so simple it becomes charming, disarming, dangerous in a way you don’t yet understand. The time between you stretches, trust forming like ivy winding around stone, slow but unyielding, the kind of bond that does not demand, but simply is. You cannot explain why, but their presence settles something in you—like a promise, like the first bloom after a long winter.

THE GEIST ✦ YOU HAVE A TALENT, YOU.

THE GEIST MOVES THROUGH THE WORLD WITH CARELESS EASE, you observe; all easy smiles, effortless charm, a name that drips from lips like an afterthought. They make themselves blend in well—too well. You watch them stumble through conversations, dodge conflict with a well-placed grin, slip past danger as if the world itself vowed to protect them. And yet— sometimes, when the light catches just right, when the room grows too quiet, you see it. A flicker of something calculating beneath the warmth. A sharpness that does not belong in someone so seemingly mediocre, a knowing that lingers too long. Your gaze slides off of them like water over glass. You cannot help but wonder, just what are they hiding?

CLOSED ✦ SUGGESTED FC: LIAM SAMUELS

[nondestructiveprocess]

antarctic empire techza ... they're just walking across the tundra all chill and shit ...

[wandixx]

Seriously chaotic fashion misadventures

I realized I posted a teaser and never really followed up on it, so here is some more of that

“Hey, Dami?”

Boy hadn’t looked up from the kittens he was bottle feeding but let out a hum indicating he listened.

“I'm thinking about trying out a more girlish style. Do you think it would suit me?”

Well, Damian had no idea but if Dani wished to give it a chance, then, well, the only proper reaction was to offer his aid.

*-*-*

“Father, I require access to your rouge gallery.”

Bruce almost choked on his breakfast when his youngest made this announcement.

Rouge gallery, as his children playfully called it, was vast collection of lipsticks, which he collected to uphold his Brucie persona. Famous playboy with head constantly in the clouds couldn’t not show up with discreet signs of scandal from time to time. And it couldn’t always be the same shade. Or scent when he choose more subtle approach and used one of his more feminine perfumes.

In all honesty, he enjoyed this.

But that’s not the point, point was that Damian wanted to use it and Bruce needed to know what disaster would fall upon him if he agreed.

“Mind telling me why, chum?”

Dick, who visited Manor for a weekend, barely stifled his laughter while Tim stared at his empty coffee mug like it personally betrayed him. Cass just wore her usual knowing and mischievous smile.

Damian shifted in his chair, hands clenching on butter knife. He was nervous and suddenly Bruce dreaded the answer he was about to hear.

“I don’t see how me sharing this information would change anything. It won’t be used to cause harm to anyone but it’s necessary in the extracurricular project I just started.”

“Dami, what project?” Dick asked, voice oozing with genuine curiosity and excitement. He was almost bouncing.

“I don’t want to disclose it.”

“Is this a hero or civilian type of deal?”

Damian didn’t look any of them in the eyes, both hands clenching on his seat as he kept shifting. Bruce narrowed his eyes. Was his youngest… flustered?

“Civilian”

“Alright, great” Dick swung back with single clap, almost tripping his chair over “I think B won’t have anything against you using his rouge gallery, will he?” Man knew his oldest son well enough to recognize his ‘don’t you dare to disagree’ tone. He was confused but there wasn’t any harm so he nodded with affirmative hum.

“Thank you, Father”

Boy practically inhaled rest of his food and rushed outside. Despite all his training and all his efforts, they clearly saw his excitement. Tim pinched himself and returned to staring at his mug.

“Cass, have you seen what I’ve seen or am I overreacting?” Dick asked, barely restraining his enthusiasm. Girl nodded eagerly, shoving more crumbs into her mouth. Young man cheered, throwing his hands up.

“What have I missed?” Tim mumbled, frowning a little.

“BABY BAT HAS A CRUSH!”

Cass nodded again with wide smile.

Oh.

Oh no.

Who were they? What did he know about them? Was Protocol 3r0s started? Did someone run a background check already? What could they do if they somehow hurt Damian? Was this person a risk to their identities? Oh gods, oh no.

He probably will have to do The Talk™.

He always dreaded having The Talk, with any of his kids. He felt The Talk with Damian would be even worse. Understandably so.

“Also sleep in at least three da-”

“Fuck off, dick.”

“Was this insult or-”

His children remained obvious to how much work it meant, cheering and sassing each other like they often did.

*-*-*

Damian did not know how it was possible but he lowered his guard enough to get caught.

"What are you doing?" Brown choked out after they stared at each other for a long moment.

"It does not concern you–"

"You're rummaging through my wardrobe, not many things concern me more and also, that's frickin creepy don't do it to anyone outside of the family"

She did have a point however he was not convinced it would be the correct approach if he shared his plan. Father's wards (even unofficial like Brown) tended to make assumptions and overreact based on these conjectures. Dani wasn't easy to scare off but he didn't want to check if his family would manage. They often did things thought to be impossible.

He tried to get away but the blonde stood fiercely in a door, leaving the window as the only way out. He wasn't this desperate. Yet.

Girl looked more and more angry at his silence. He had to give her some answers.

Now that he actually considered it, she could be a useful asset. She was far better versed in women's fashion and if he phrased it correctly, he wouldn't even need to bribe her. Question was, how should he phrase it?

"I have an acquaintance- I have a friend," he corrected himself "from the animal shelter I volunteer at. She mentioned wanting to try out more 'girlish style' and asked for my opinion. I wanted to see if you had any clothes that would fit her. She is smaller than me so I thought that whatever I take, it wouldn't be missed." 

Brown grinned with an unsettling gleam in her eyes. He suddenly regretted opening his mouth if not coming to this room in the first place. 

"Say no more, I have a plan Demon Child"

[moliathh]

Better the devil you know than the angel you don't

[aq2003]

david "i'm not good at playing neurotypicals" tennant

[beauregardlionett]

the commitment to this bit is incredible

[biblically-inaccurate-pervert]

i think it would literally be the best thing in the whole world to live in a big house with a bunch of kinky friends and we are all so cool and love each other so much and kiss and fuck and cuddle and make art and just like hang out as we want and we are all also transgender and disabled and neurodivergent and it’s like a queer platonic punk house group home amalgamation and maybe a polycule a little bit but maybe some of us are like extra in love in different ways and it’s all mixed up and weird and cool and we are so happy and work cool jobs and have critters and food and heat and AC and all the help and time we need