The raccoon looks at the medic as it patiently sits on the table
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The 2nd Medic carefully takes a clean syringe, still petting the raccoon as he carefully takes a blood sample. He quickly places the sample down, placing a small bandaid on the raccoon.
2nd Medic: Hm... I'm going to have to find you a place to stay. You probably won't attack the doves, but Archimedes... She'll probably attack you. This is going to be difficult.
i dont know any of your ocs but i saw your spring themed ask game and reblogged it so im sending you some emojis as a polite gesture
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You’re a sweetheart, Anon!
From the Spring Ask Game, for my lovely lady Hettie:
🦔 Share a snippet in which your OC is annoyed or angry.
Adrin stuck a finger into Rothe’s face. “You let your guard down and almost got someone killed–again!” he yelled, using his slight height advantage to stare down at him.
Rothe glanced at the finger, unconcerned. “Looks like you took care of it…again,” he responded, letting the last word fall from his lips with a smirk. Adrin’s face went slack, and Hettie felt an unfamiliar fire ignite within her.
“I’m starting to understand why no one likes you.” Hettie let go of Mara’s wrist and nudged her aside so she could face Rothe.
🪺 Share a snippet in which your OC is talking to a friend or family member.
Hettie sat up and shook her head to rid herself of the leaves. “You said you had thoughts about all of this, yes? Why don’t you tell me?”
She chewed on one of her thumbnails, deep in contemplation. “It’s purely speculation, based on what I’ve seen so far. Adrin encountered the little cat thing right before his lights appeared, and then you met the bear.” It sounded absolutely ridiculous out loud. “So, I should expect to meet a weird animal at any moment.”
“Oh, I hope it’s cute!” Hettie clapped her hands together.
Mara lips curved. “Sure.”
🐝 What does your OC look for in a partner (platonic or romantic)?
I’m still working on that, to be honest. Romance isn’t a priority for her yet.
Regardless of the nature of the relationship, she expects 100% honesty. She trusts the people she cares about and she expects the same from them.
Who gets lost in the retelling of a story? Oliver — look at him, even now, disfigured as he is — is certainly one unaccustomed to being forgotten. But Tula stares at him blankly, unblinking. In the narrative of memory, the poor boy had been cut, deemed superfluous to her personal mythology. Nothing of that night existed outside of Silk’s gravity.
"I remember you. I mean — how could I forget, you know?"
How could you forget. He would love you, serve you, make you happy; he would proffer his veins at the alter of your beastself — and for what? Long neck, pale wrist, pretty face: boys like that always did pursue her, their curiosity piqued by her indifference. (Dangerous, she learned quickly. It was the absence that seduced them; they saw only her lack of interest when others came so easily.) But Oliver, she remembers now, promised so much so quickly, love-addled by her teeth. How could you forget him: the mangle of his face in Silk’s wake, the screams smothered by penetrative bass. And yet you did.
"You only have to knock over one domino but, if it's the right domino, the rest will fall."
"you make it sound easy," he says, a stressed expression is dressed on his face. there's a lot going on inside his head, Oliver is aware of that, and a lot of it has a tendency to leak out into the real world. it is scary. it's scary to not know what is real sometimes. while Clara has clearly seen a lot herself, there are some things they will not understand when it comes to Oliver Bloom.
he clears his throat.
sometimes it is better just to play a long and see what happens. he turns towards her and offers a small smile. "which one do you think i should knock over, then?"
The stunned silence was louder than the rest of the gala had been. Every single pair of eyes were wide with shock, fear, and even concern. The last sound to have left the patrons was scattered gasps at the reveal.
It was meant to be simple. A new up and coming technological company had put all their savings into this. A huge gala to show of the reason the world needed their technology. Needed their help.
No one believed it. Truly, who could have? A large group of men and women dressed purely in white suits, spouting about the threats of ghosts. It was insane and impossible.
Many of the big names that attended today only came for publicity. The notoriety that came with having been there when this company crashed and burned in one night.
It's the only reason Bruce Wayne was even among the crowd. Accompanied by Oliver Queen and his own son, Dick Grayson. As much as Bruce hadn't wanted to be here, he knew his reputation was important to keep up.
That was until two agents stepped out onto a stage they had at the back of the large room. A thick curtain had kept the sight behind it completely hidden from the patrons. Until the moment was right. That was when the thick curtain had suddenly been ripped back, as a third man took a microphone and began to explain.
But his words fell on deaf ears. Especially for the three secret vigilantes in the crowd. Not a single person could tear their gaze away from the cage that now stood in full view.
It wasn't the cage that had everyone enraptured. No, it was the glowing creature curled up in the center of it. No, not a creature. It was a boy. Still baby faced and youthful. Too young to be in a cage.
A high-tech muzzle was securely wrapped tightly against the boy's mouth. His knees pulled tight to his chest, one arm wrapped around them. His other hand pressed tight against the muzzle, seeming to almost be trying to keep it in place.
The boy's toxic green eyes were wide, filled with a clear intensity of pain and terror. There were old tear stains on his cheeks, quickly being replenished with fresh tears. His messy, bright white hair fell into his face. The boy looked both like he wanted to look away, but also like he couldn't. Like he couldn't risk not seeing the threat coming.
It didn't take a genius to see the boy was in pain. Human or not, this went beyond inhumane treat. Making minds racing with thoughts of what else these people had done to the poor boy.
Bruce knew in this moment that this company had just caught the attention of Batman. Based on the look in Oliver's eyes, they also just collected the wrath of the Justice League as well. Bruce hadn't even needed to look at Dick to know he was on the same page.
It went unnoticed by any other patrons. All the focus was glued on the stage, on the lecture and caged boy. No one noticed when Bruce Wayne slipped his phone of his pocket. When he hit a singular speed dial as he turned away from the show. He brought his phone to his ear as he silently signaled his trusted allies to keep an eye on it.
Just thinking about the absolute chaos and gaslighting Bruce and Oliver put Lex Luthor through when they’re all together and Bruce and Oliver are both playing the “ditzy billionaire flirting with everything they see while being dumber than a box of rocks and also won’t shut up” role at the same time.
Definitely getting really into textures and emotions. This one was an absolute bitch to do and it took over 3 days but my God it's done. Oliver has such expressive eyes and this ep is probably one of my fav in the whole show.