#crasvespertilio

[wiccanblood]

@crasvespertilio replied to your post:

Terry wearing crocs just to make her nightmare a reality 👹

thorn vc: those would look so comfy on ur new bed

[adeadlyspy]

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attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re still hot / I love them.

[mafiaheiress]

“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”  

THE DEEP, SMOOTH TIMBRE of terry's voice sent a warm shiver down her spine, as he entered the bedroom. whiskey hues flicker over to meet masculine gaze while in the middle of curling long dark tresses. 'maybe.' the word playfully slips passed the swell of plump lips. 'i might opt to wearing this on our date instead of the black cocktail dress.. much more comfortable.' placing the hot iron down, isabella used forefinger to beckon him closer towards her while leaning back against vanity. 'you know what's a shame? your lips haven't touched mine once today.' bottom lip poking out into that INFAMOUS pout the male surely could not seem to resist.

the affect they had upon one another seemed UNMEASURABLE to anything she'd ever experienced prior. he'd found a way to BURROW UNDER HER SKIN, and the female didn't quite know how to get him out without losing a piece of herself in the process.

[intombedarc]

 “  would it kill you to not stroke your own ego for a second?  ”  so what if she did? what if she did miss him? these days of tag teaming with the bat when the time calls for it has lifted tons of weight off her shoulders. even if it’s unethical and illegal to be dealing with him. something inside cannot simply let the past be the past. terry doesn’t make it easy for dana to remind her that they were utterly an item. perhaps-- more than a popular item,  “  you can sleep on the couch if it makes you feel safe,  ”  she teased while she turns on her heel to step away from the grand window of her apartment. snow pillowing through gotham will keep the criminals locked up inside for a while, the city should be resting from its activity anyway. dana retired to her open kitchen to dig through her fridge, she was starting to get hungry,  “  take out’s gonna be a negative so if you’re hungry, help yourself.  ”

@crasvespertilio​ | x.

[toshapeshift]

starter for @crasvespertilio​ !

    ❝ what have you done for mutants ? ❞

[hypnoesis]

𝐖/ 𝐓. 𝐌𝐂𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒 - 𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑩𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫. | @crasvespertilio

whether this was common knowledge or not, she absolutely disliked being in the cave alone-- even if she had ace at her side. for a connoisseur of all things dark, it's the one place that held too much energetic memory. she could coast along its deep halls and filter through every piece of emotional memory, stretching far back to when the original was just beginning to spread his bat wings. she only hated it because she needed to remain in control for a long period of time when she could be out patrolling with him instead. the raven only became his extra pair of eyes and ears once every other month or so-- his robin had to get a taste of gotham, too.

frantic activity sparked her interest, pulling away from listening to terry's voice for a moment to pay attention to the other screen on her right. vitals on both of their suits began to spring as the numbers jumped high and low, making her question if there was a malfunction, " boys, are you okay out there? both of your vitals are going off, " she always paid close attention to both of them, to matt especially since he grew more comfortable being out on his own. as she leaned in closer to the screen, a loud sound crashed upstairs-- ace's head popped up with ears sharply pointed up and looking to the doorway above. turning quickly, she pulls away from the desk to leave the screens unattended. switching from a headset to her wrist, she speaks, " terry, check on matt-- i'm heading upstairs for a second, " ace wouldn't be too far behind her as she began to ascend. intuition swelled in her stomach of danger as she crept higher up and into the light of the main floor.

rachel was capable of holding down the fort no matter the situation... it didn't mean she was invincible. the piercing silence that haunted the grand halls of the empty mansion placed her into defense, tapping into magic with just a flick of her wrist and waiting for the next sudden movement. today's society being so dependent on technology and hyperfocused on the next best digital asset crippled her to an extent. while she was aware, there were still certain avenues she would have to take in order for her power to take effect-- like being surprised by thick sheets draping over her to quickly blind the raven and pull her down. she can hear ace barking and growling in the room with her, knowing he'd spring into action. annoyed, she fought with the sheets until magic took hold and tore it off of her. she's met with a palm and its golden eye at the center... immediately mind-trapped in its flashy gaze.

[nightmdic]

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒

     “Could I respond with a maybe? Mostly because I’m not exactly, completely sure on this one.”

@crasvespertilio || Smash or pass

[tangledfate]

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Shego offered a coy smirk and a laugh, hands stuffed into the pockets of her leather jacket as she turned her gaze away from him. This one was cocky, she'd give him points for originality if it turned out he had a brain as well.

"Yeah...nope, complete strangers. I'm just the distraction..." As if on cue, an explosion rocked the building beneath them; and the instant he was distracted, sharply manicured fingers latched into him in favor of throwing him onto his back.

[exghul]

𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙼 𝙶𝙴𝙽𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂.

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ROMANCE.       love poems. flickering candles. conversations in the meadow. roses. midnight meetings. silk dresses. long phone calls. spilling your heart out. curtains blowing in the breeze. cheap paperbacks. the sun’s reflection on the water. smooth jazz. waiting for something to happen. blushing cheeks. kisses in the rain. faded polaroids. noses bumping. floral perfume. a restless spirit. oil paintings on canvas. hiding under an awning during a thunderstorm. candlelit dinners. horse drawn carriages. sunset views. smeared lipstick.

ACTION.       streetlights reflected on rainy pavements. a phone alarm. rapid texting. the smell of smoke. aggression. the natural instinct to fight. dramatic reunions. distant gunfire. funerals in the rain. the coppery scent of blood. solitude. fierce protective instincts. doomed to fail. driving too fast. near death experiences. inner turmoil. running through crowds. expensive watches. tired eyes. overnight plane rides. cold cups of coffee. dangerous secrets. lying through your teeth. bullet holes.

HORROR.       a distant farmhouse. congealed blood on the hardwood. ice picks. tilted headstones. bare feet on the carpet. splintering wood. masks that hide who you really are underneath. quiet summer camps. ghost stories. locked rooms. sharp knives. a full moon. the scent of rust. grasping hands searching for something to hold. last minute decisions. bags under your eyes. a cross hung on the wall. crawling maggots. the carcass of a dead animal. an abandoned hotel. blood-soaked clothes. broken bones. the sound of glass shattering.

ADVENTURE.      gnarled rope between your fingers as you hold on for dear life. glittering gold in a dark room. snakes. an incoming sandstorm. the consequences of your actions. hidden secrets. an unopened door. a leap of faith. squeezing your best friend’s hand. shelves of dusty books. ancient curses. the smell of fire. crumbling buildings. complicated puzzles. mystery novels. footsteps echoing in a large room. smudged lenses on glasses. warm skin. doing what’s right. dirt under your fingernails. scribbled notes. cobwebs blocking your path.

COMEDY.       friends you’ve known for years. crowded comedy clubs. crescent moons. open mics. out of tune pianos. a messy desk. leather messenger bags. stacks of papers. huge sweaters. bitten nails. ordering takeout every night. dog-eared pages. unmade beds. hand movements and broad gestures. the smell of the subway. colorful graffiti on brick buildings. big dreams. enthusiastic phone calls. rejection letters. the heat of stage lights. pulling pranks. restless sleep. cold showers. laughing until you’re crying. half-finished ideas. tiny apartments. velvet curtains. cheap alcohol.

tagged by: @jokethur​​ ♥ tagging: @crasvespertilio​, @sonicanary​, @thermodynamicduo​, @youngheroics​ !

[wiccanblood]

@crasvespertilio replied to your post:

She can list as many as she wants lmao

we'll be here a while 😌✨

[adeadlyspy]

21. WILDCARD! Dealer's choice :) /😬😬

heavy downpour cascades across gotham with shimmering neon lights to glitter hundreds of paths along the streets below. a shiver runs down her spine as a bitter chill passes through her body, warning her to go home and not wait any longer for him to meet with her. she stands overlooking the city on a high rooftop, umbrella in hand to keep her from getting wet. it felt cryptic to do so, even at night, to be waiting-- waiting for the bat to emerge from the shadows.

what tricks her, what disconnects the fox was distinguishing terry from the alter ego. perhaps it was all in her head with the built-up reputation he's made for himself. she's always known terry to be one and the same with his cowl... just a little more serious when the suit was on.

to her left, puddles have formed and reflected gotham's lights, giving her a mirror to look at when she heard faint footsteps come up from behind. she didn't need to turn around to know who it was, she just needed to lift her umbrella higher to let him in from the rain. sorry that i'm late, she's heard that one a thousand times before, i missed you today, she's heard that one too.

it's hard to be... mad at him. especially if the two lead similar lives. it doesn't stop hints of disappointment on her face when she turned to see him, unmasked. she felt a softening take over her chest, feeling awful for the emotion that took over in the first place. she offers a smile, accepting his apology, she leans up on her tip toes to greet with a kiss. what was meant to be brief, she doesn't let it end so short. her kiss wanted equal warmth, allure, tenderness to spill from him. her palm was kind enough to caress his cheek and feel his skin at her fingertips.

[mafiaheiress]

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            isabella has always been a LIGHT SLEEPER. precisely the reason she awakes from slumber so easily when terry arrives home from patrol. the female sits up, bare feet pad along hardwood floor that quietly lead into bathroom, where he's already showering. she slips out of satin pajamas, the steam filling surrounding space  — mirrors fogged up. all night, she'd EAGERLY awaited to be held in those STRONG, loving arms. perhaps she'd grown a bit impatient. stepping in & joining the male as he washes up. an adoring smile tugs at the corner of mouth when he pulls her near. 'don't be..' returning the kiss before taking notice of the bruising along torso. fingers gently glide over frame while brows furrow together in CONCERN. 'does it hurt?' despite being aware of his role in gotham, the sight of terry injured DOES NOT GET ANY EASIER.

@crasvespertilio

[intombedarc]

 “  and i thought i was bad,  ”  chuckles of her own spill between words, a raised brow in quirkiness to his prideful comments. now, terry may have had influence but where her knowledge lies is entirely a mystery-- and she kept it that way for years. it’s never been relevant until now. with the lock still in tact, she hardly had to use her own power to break it open in order to get them both inside,  “  unfortunate for you, i’ve had some practice before i met you,  ”  her tone was sweetened with flare and a little scrunch to her nose, entering the area of an abandoned building for their investigation. a way to spend quality time on a friday night: a murder case and a stake out. fun.

@crasvespertilio​ | x.

[toshapeshift]

@crasvespertilio ♥ ‘ d 

    ❝ why don’t you step out of the shadows and join the party, love? ❞ the party that consisted of one singular blue mutant who had her gun strapped to her side, looking down eerily from the rooftop.  ❝ i promise i don’t bite. ❞ no witty remark to add onto that statement ; gotham wasn’t the place to do that openly.

[nightmdic]

❝  you’re clearly exhausted.  you can go in the morning.  ❞

five.

five times she caught herself jolting awake on the sofa, preventing herself from falling asleep in his presence. the body can go about 72 hours without sleep before mania can settle in, and she’s just on that 72 hour mark now. The hospital had been so busy, & the clinic with patients coming in left and right that Bouncer had practically forced her to have at leasy a day or two to herself.

     “. . .Fine. . . “

@crasvespertilio || Staying the night