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@goddamndaddies

Donna wondered just what Bruce was referring to- her fingers grazing that stubbled angular jaw in a slow, burgeoning rhythm, or Bruce's hand... snaking through the opening in the borrowed cloak . Unlike her touch, his was confident from the start, warm and shockingly familiar against her bare back.

Dark lashes fluttered closed, unable to hold his gaze. That made it easier to persist and savor what was really a crazy, and uncharacteristic moment- for her if not for him. Really crazy if she thought about it. Not a good idea. Don't slow down too much. Don't think too much, or else she'd regain her senses and flee, which was the last thing she wanted. "Yes," she answered, in a heated breath that matched her scalded cheeks. Occam's Razor being a good answer in this case. And what's more, she wanted more. Now both hands reached for the older man's face, and the motion of both her arms reaching up opened that sliver through the cloak like double doors opening. But now her body pressed against his, tingling, prickled, skin cold and wet belying a molten racing pulse. With a shrug of her shoulders, it fell and slipped silent down to pool at her feet, having served its purpose as pretense.

Moving towards her his eyes wander over her, taking in every inch of what he can see, every movement, every little shade of colour and the way her teeth dig ever so slightly into her lip. Now close enough for her fingers to graze along his stubble, his hand slides down past his cloak and onto her lower back, fingertips enjoying the smooth of her skin as he looks deep down into her eyes. "Do you like how it feels?" he asks in response to her own question, his voice calm and soft, almost a whisper.

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She smiled at him, blankly. Space Western, Nathan Fillion. As if adding the context of things she didn't know about to the whole would fill in the gaps of other things she didn't know about it. A lot of pop culture references flew over her head, after all. Between Titans and Olympians, Themyscira and superheroics, she had missed out on a lot. Not a lot of time for tv. Hades, she had never gone to prom or learned to drive a car, but she could fly jets and other aircraft, and fought wars in space. You take the life experiences when they come at you, after all. Okay, so there was a frame of reference she could start with... "Space is pretty fractious," she began, snuggling in to the offered arm. "So I'm thinking Browncoats is the name of some sort of faction? Maybe a grassroots movement of sorts?"

Tolaas gaped at her. "Firefly! Space western? Nathan Fillion? How can ya ain't never heard uv'it? Browncoats?"

At her next comment, he gave her a look. "I have found out that if'n somethin' is that important ta ya... ya'll make the time," he smirked at her and nudged her. "Ya haven't sat down an' taken a break, Donna, 'cause ya haven't wanted ta. Ya prefer ta keep busy... 'cause ya haven't found a reason ta slow down." He gave her a wink, knowing he was part of the reason.

He leaned back against the couch, and pulled Donna to him, arm going around her and holding her to him.

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@benreillyscarletspider

It might hurt, but Donna took care to ensure that the wound was in contact with her body so that the pressure would staunch or slow the blood loss as she carried the male to the building and up the stairwell. She would have noted that he didn't promise to the proposed deal, but perhaps he was too woozy to speak. She unlocked her door and rushed in, setting Ben down on her sofa as she ran to get towels and a first-aid kit. "Hey... hey hey, you still with me?" she asked, once back at his side and turned him over. "I need to see the wound, okay?"

"What? Why?" he groused, having trouble focusing on her words through the pain of being jostled up into Donna's arms. He was starting to think he'd confided in the wrong coworker, given how intent she seemed on getting him into trouble with the authorities. Bailing out now would only be suspicious, and potentially fatal on top of that, so instead he clung to her arms and tried to keep his blood inside through sheer force of will as she strode purposefully through the building in the direction of her home.

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Donna twirled the pen in her hand as she regarded the dark haired man seated on the kline across from her. While she worked primarily with people within the superhero community and the people who supported them in their lives, she felt this was more than a worthy exception. And more than a worthy goal. "It's good that you came," she began, wanting to acknowledge his effort off the bat. "I want you to know that I think this is a worthy goal, and the fact that you recognize your addiction and patterns is a huge step in and of itself." She already had a list of possible serums... elixers, potions and synthetic substances that could slake his hunger, but those could only mask the need. He couldn't change his nature, after all. "So... Mr. Mitchell. How about we start with how you're feeling and what you've been going through lately?"

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@glitchexmachina

"I haven't actually," Donna smiled at the technopath. "I hope that character hasn't colored your opinion negatively on the profession in any way?" she asked, gesturing with open hands towards a klinai that Tyson could sit on. "So, Tyson. It's good to meet you. I'd like to get into why you're here and what you'd like to discuss and achieve during our sessions, if that's alright with you."

He could already tell walking into the therapist's office that he not going to face distractions during his time here. He took in the room and all the accommodations. This doctor really had all the options available.

"Good afternoon, Dr. Troy," he said. "It's funny, if I didn't see your name on the door, I would have sworn your name was spelt like the character from Next Generation. They also had a therapist named 'Troi'."

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@thejadedking

Donna found herself scrutinizing the man's posture and tone- sifting for any hint of the man so much as using 'mortal' as a dirty word. Her own thoughts on gods and godhood were.... wrought, to say the least, but far from anyone else's obligation to ponder. She was shocked to see how tall he was. She often towered over the average male, and could meet most superheroes at eye level. Was Galeb one of them? He must have kept an exceedingly low profile. "Hello, Galeb," she nodded. "Donna Troy."

"I was expecting someone of a more... mortal stature." Perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised. He'd heard of all sorts of beings wandering the Earth these days, anything from mortals with strange abilities all the way through to literal gods taking to the planet's soil. While he, and those like him, remained in the night, puppeteering history from the shadows. "You, however... appear to be much more than that."

He had his own special ability to thank for that little spark of knowledge. "You may call me Galeb." The creature uttered, his words calm, if not plain and eternally disinterested. Not with her, but with the world and everything in it in general. "And you are?"

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Knight Terrors: Titans #1 (Cover art by Yanick Paquette)

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@magneticrage

Donna had merely been lost in thought when the man stumbled into her space- an invisible bubble of 'don't enter, social battery is low'. Not that it necessarily irked her. All her usual bubbliness was simply tapped out, leaving a woman far more pensive, yet still resembling her old self. "Just enjoying the moonlight," she shrugged. The moon belonged to everyone. He shouldn't apologize for wanting to gaze at the view as well. "At times like these, I kinda wish I smoked," she muttered.

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"Forgive me, I... did not mean to intrude..."

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Donna thinks about how much things have changed since she died. Dick is trying to make himself not care about others because he thinks it’ll help. Donna thinks he’s kidding himself.

Outsiders secret files and origins #2

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@kcyash

If Donna had physical hackles, they'd be seen on end, frazzled, wavering before ultimately subsiding at the man's words. He was not Hyperion.... She only had his word... and the overwhelming sensation of power emanating from him. Akin, yes... but different. It was difficult to parse out- the undeniable presence of a sun god. One would think they knew it once they felt it. But there were many sun gods. Many pantheons. The one that had been her foe was lustful, selfish, and the wrath of wildfires and drought. This one smiled beatific and gentle... like the sun that feeds grass and makes fruit fat on the vine. True, they could make that switch on a dime... But he wasn't Hyperion.... now safely inert, strewn in pieces, may he never return. That was good enough for her. "I can deal with complicated," she said, her posture and guard softening. "I.... Koyash," she repeated, mirroring his open handed gesture. "Sorry... I've had run ins with gods... Not all of them good."

One thing that Koyash found incredibly endearing about the people who wandered the Earth, was their curiosity. It was something he could agree with, something that he understood for himself as he enjoyed spending time among them, sampling a taste or two of what it meant to be mortal while satisfying his seemingly eternal existence.

Just because he was over four billion years old didn't mean that there wasn't a single spark of curiosity and wonder left. Much to his relief. Though he knew full well that not all who shared immortality felt the same way.

Maybe he was just used to it, or maybe it was easier never knowing anything else from personal experience. He'd always been this way, always been a God, so to him, it was just -- - normal.

Yet as those curious yellow eyes watched her, his head lightly tilting to the side as if studying her, he knew that look, that feel as if she were searching for answers, testing the very air around him. Then she spoke, confirming his theory.

"I'm not Hyperion. It's... complicated." His smile grew, somewhat surprised but rather delighted despite her reaction. Lifting his hands as if in surrender, he bowed his head a little in respect. "But you have nothing to fear. I'm Koyash, though the few mortals whose paths I've crossed over many millennia, have known me as simply Koy, or Ash. Some simply refer to me as the Sun. What you choose is entirely up to you. But, I promise you, I mean no harm."

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@mouthymercx0x0

Donna was oddly silent. The moment had passed in a milisecond, but for one who could block and intercept anything from a barrage of artillary to lazers, the defiant tension in the merc seemed to hang for minutes on end. Had she struck a nerve? He buzzed again and introduced himself with puppy like exuberance before she could ask. "Deadpool. Is that like on your family crest, or something?" Clearly a code name, but hey... He was just odd enough that she'd believe that was his actual legal, civilian name after all. The mononymous Deadpool. Or was it Dead Pool? She took the risk of shaking his hand as offered.... Thankfully, no poison darts or poison gas or electric shock were the result. Just a regular old gloved hand, knuckles palpably thickened by the numerous callouses that spoke of hard training... Or something else. "Wait, you don't happen to be that guy who..." she splayed her fingers against a nearby wall and moved a hand above it, levitating up to simulated walking up the wall, like that red-masked man she'd seen on tv.

He was beaming as she said she had it. Hoisting them up like that. Wade never got over the fact of super strength. Man whenever he saw people using it he did get little power envy. He loved the idea of punching a guy through a wall. Not that Wade was weak or anything. He was stronger then normal humans but, still nowhere near someone like her.

Her next words though took the wind out of his sails she probably be able to sense the shift in energy. When she brought up the phone case. He kind stared down at it. Most people didn't comment on it or were so used to Wade's weirdness that they never pointed it out. Wade looking at phone case as he had few memories flash through his skull. Memories way more painful then any wound he had ever gotten.

"....I got it from a friend." The words were icy even to the air as he spoke up still kind of looking at the case as she explained her order and ask for his name. He went to speak up but, then she was gone...and THEN back again. That broke the trace he had over his phone as he rushed to type her order in.

"GOT IT. Cream, no sugar." He ordered her large and ordered himself some with alot of cream and sugar because he was sweet junkie.

"I am Deadpool!" He was beaming again offering his hand to her with smile under the mask.

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@hunteroftruths

One would think the man had scalded himself; the reaction was that quick and sharp. Donna immediately stepped away, half turning to give the man privacy as he scattered the loose papers. She hadn't seen anything. Her gaze had been more drawn to what was on the walls rather than objects or bric-a-brac. "A tattoo, huh? Forgive me, but you don't really seem the type." Whatever that meant, anyway. People got tattoos for all sorts of reasons. His was obviously personal. "I've never really given thought if I were to get one," she mused. Now that she thought about it, it wouldn't be practical anyway. Contrary to popular belief, her skin could be cut and pierced- a tattoo might be possible. The question was, for how long, though? Given her ability to heal, it would likely fade in days or weeks, if that. "Can I see the sketch ideas? If its too personal, we can drop it. But if you're hesitant because you think I'd laugh- I promise that's not the case at all."

OPEN

His gaze follows theirs down to the stack of loose papers scattered across his desk, each sheet covered in rough doodles of symbols and patterns. Having not meant for anyone else to see them he quickly goes about collecting the drawings, his cheeks turning a hint of red as he does so.

❝ I was thinking of getting another tattoo, that's all ❞

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nytehavyn-circle answered: Tolaas smirked at Donna as he positioned himself above her lap and then straddled her, sitting down. He gave her a cheesy grin. "Hi. Yaanno, I always wondered what it would be like fer me ta straddle a woman.. I gotta admit.. feels weird," he laughed lightly. "Like my legs dunno where ta really go. That what it's like fer you?" @titanofthemoon

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She backed up ever so slightly, but acquiesced to Tolaas's weight atop her, warm and pleasant. "I think the answer I'll default to for a while is - whatever feels good," she paused and nodded, as if considering the sound and sensation of having said the thought aloud and deeming it apt for the situation. Then she returned Tolaas's playful, almost impish look. "Question is... does it feel good to you?"

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Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase

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@hubrisdescent

"Stilt Man? Really?" The thing looked like a robot, some sort of android or automaton. "You're saying there's a person in that thing?" That changed her plans a bit. She would have just toppled the thing over into an empty alley or something, but having a man fall several stories down could be detrimental to his health. "I can help with that," Donna said, supporting him from under an arm and taking to the sky. From the rooftops they could see the dim silver sheen of the armored 'Stilt-Man'-- she still couldn't get over that- effing Stilt Man- and spotted him less than a mile away. "Going to take it that you know that man. Repeat offender?" she asked, setting him down gently. "What should I know going in?"

Let's out a grunt as his back hits the cold brick wall. Is feeling better already, the dizziness starting to dissipate, or at least the devil had convinced himself and it was. Slumps to one side, catching his breath. She doesn't know who he is? He hesitates to tell her, this isn't exactly the kind of first impression he likes to make.

❝ I go by Daredevil, the other guy goes by Stilt-Man, he dropped me from two up ❞ Moves to try and stand up straight. ❝ I have to find where he went ❞

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Remember when I was hopeful that I just had anemia and low blood pressure rather than Covid?

Welp. My body was all pot que no los dos?

It’s August and I am so cold.

Also I find it hilarious about all the people who claimed to leave tumblr in droves for Pillowfort while trash talking tumblr. I join to see the fuss and the most recent rp posts are of people begging for interactions….

3 years ago.

I mean, it’s hilarious because tumblr may be a hellsite, but it’s OUR hellsite. And its rp community has shrunk, but it’s still alive, whereas pillowfort died years ago. 🤷‍♀️

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@cheekypriest

If Donna’s smile was cryptic, it was unintentional- she knew what home he meant. To play dumb by listing off apartments would just be insulting.

“Let’s put that claim to the test, hm?” She teased. No doubt he was already imagining white marble and strange biomes- Aegean olive groves mixed with intermittent tropical forest made for an incongruous picture.

She closed her eyes. Something simple first. "Salt in the air... Gulls crying..." Had to ease him into it before she started describing the main island and its small archipelago of airborn sub-islands all around.

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"So... going to tell all about this home of yours or should I just start guessing? Fair warning, mind, I've got one hell of an imagination."