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#𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ⸻ is a semi - selective multimuse with both canon and original characters written by poloma. mun is 21+ & goes by she/they pronouns. mutuals only & activity on this blog will be low. exclusively uses beta editor. personals please do not reblog my posts. more information before!
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travelling the cosmos with: blasphematic. charlatansaints. viteoublies. blog roll: mindsbedlam, a bg3 multi-muse.
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hand comes down over his mouth and his eyes narrow at her; she has guts to be shutting him up like this. then again, he supposes that they've found trust along the way, that the autumn she was now wouldn't have done it to the lost boy he had once been. no, things had changed that night when she had kept him company, talked him down from the ledge of the world that he had been standing on. and even as she does this, he can see the delight that is lighting up her eyes, the absolute pride at being able to best him. it didn't matter what advantages or disadvantages that they might have —— the fact was, was that autumn had bested him. she's sitting atop him in her rightful victory, and he feels a swell of pride rise up in his chest before he can push it down. he doesn't say it outwardly; even if autumn's hand hadn't been on his mouth, she's not looking for his approval. she's looking for her own pride, and he isn't going to take that victory away from her.
❝ you like it when i'm naughty, ❞ he quips back, his teeth lightly biting at her thumb. it's not enough to break a skin or leave a mark, just enough to prove that he was there. every ounce of him wants to mark her —— it wouldn't be the first time their damn training senses ended up with one of them on their backs in a much different way. but jason controls himself, hums low in his throat in thought; he tests his wrists with minimal movements —— his arms might be secured, but they're not. a slow grin comes over his face before his fingers move just enough to dig into the meat of her thighs; then he's throwing his body with all of his strength, rolling them until he's got her pinned against her side, his legs bracketing her hips and his arm around her throat. ❝ see what happens when you gloat? ❞ words are low in her ear, thumb running along her jawline. ❝ now what's your move? the joker ain't gonna be so nice and just wait for you to attack like i do. ❞
it was going far too smoothly; she should have realised that sooner. should have questioned why he was chatting so easily back and forth with her while seemingly content being where he was all of a sudden. but he had thrown her so violently off her train of thought when his teeth peeked out from his bottom lip, and his canine teeth had nipped gently at her thumb. it rendered her almost completely useless for a few moments, and that was evidently all the sly bastard needed. one second, she had won, she had bested jason todd, the fearsome red hood. she had been perched upon his torso like a queen on her throne, toying with her prey like a lion with a lamb. the next moment, her world had been flipped upside down, and she was no longer the dominant presence in the room. how he'd managed to do it, she did not know, but when he flipped her over, she had attempted to fight against him, but ultimately had been overpowered. held tightly in jason's grip, autumn tries to jerk her body, but she barely manages to budge either of them at all, which causes her to grumble in annoyance. if only she had moved quicker -- she had seen that stupid grin of his and knew he was up to something.
her hair was covering some parts of her face, which she tries to deal with by blowing it back, but again, she gets distracted when she feels jason's hot breath on her ear. he speaks, teasing her, like he typically does in these situations, and autumn cannot even begin to think of a way to escape. taking her bottom lip between her teeth, the redhead quickly thinks of a way to handle this situation without submitting, no matter how much jason makes her melt. it didn't matter that the smoothness of his voice sent chills down her spine, and an even more intense feeling right between her legs. ❝ smart ass, ❞ she manages through an exhale, trying to ignore the sensation of his finger trailing along her jaw. now wasn't the time to give in to lust, but she was failing miserably, and she could not think of a way to escape this. ❝ let me think... ❞ autumn takes a moment and relaxes her body against his, no longer tense and trying to fight him for the meantime. unfortunately, given the way she could feel the curves and muscle tone of his body against her own, even through their training clothes, autumn gives a soft moan of irritation. ❝ i can't think like this... i don't think i'd get turned on if the joker had me in a chokehold, so this is wholly unfair. ❞
if there's anything that charlotte's learned, it's that no one ever means what they say when it comes to negotiations. she's been doing this long enough to know that absolutely no one means it when they say that these things are going to go without a hitch, that it's just another smooth territory issue that shouldn't be an issue at all. they're all mutants fighting for a home, and yet they keep doing this stupid shit. so charlotte had shown up alone, knowing full well that it was going to be something bad. but it was better her than anyone else —— she had learned long ago how to handle herself. what she hadn't counted on though was multiple people coming from their side —— and ones that had powers that dampened her own. she's good enough with combat without her fire, but anyone would be caught with their hands behind their back in a situation like this. the pain that explodes behind her eyes feels like a gunshot, a gasp leaving her lips as iron fills her mouth. everything in her is screaming to fight, but there's too many fists, too many legs, and for the first time, she wonders if her fire is the only thing that keeps her alive. that if she's without it, she's going to actively die here. but then the shadows move —— they wrap around her and her stomach is twisting into knots, her stomach turning and her entire body lighting up in horrendous fire.
and then she's sitting in a chair in someone else's apartment. brows are furrowed and her hands are clenched at her sides; despite the way that her stomach twists up in knots, she calls desperately on her fire, relief filling her when she feels her hands beginning to heat up. the man who stands before her looks almost perplexed and concerned for her safety, which only makes her more suspicious. charlotte tries to know the mutants that are around the area, but whoever this is, he's escaped her scouts. she swallows hard, baring her teeth even as the room spins. ❝ you're not going to be when you start on fire. ❞ the words come out far more calm than she feels —— the racing in her heart screams of someone who is trapped, who can't find a way out. she doesn't even know if she can stand without falling on her face, let alone find an escape route. ❝ should've left me with your friends down there. didn't anyone warn you that one on one i'll always win? ❞ the fear settles against her spine as she tries to stand, tripping over the edge of the chair and winding up on her ass on the floor. her world shakes for a moment before she takes a steadying breath. ❝ just give it five minutes and your ass will get kicked. ❞
truth be told, he expected anything other than this. the way she reacts, the way she bares her teeth at him like he was the villain, like he was the man who coated her in her own blood. it truthfully makes him take two swift steps back and watch her, wearily. he wasn't a fool; he didn't know this woman or the extent of her mutant ability. it was fire, or one of them was, if she had more. but fire itself was incredibly dangerous, and sana wasn't about to be the one who messed around and got himself burned. especially since he wasn't a huge fan of the heat anyway. still, he's polite enough to let her rattle on, not nice enough to help her up when she falls on her ass. he doesn't want to get burned because he decided to press her back further against the wall. instead, he raises his arms in surrender, his lips coiling into a large smirk. ❝ does this mean i can explain how wrong you are during these five minutes? ❞ not waiting around for her answer, he drops his arms and turns, disappearing into another room only to return a moment later with two glass bottles of water. he flicks the cap off of hers and sets it down a little bit away from her as a peace offering, and then moves to park his ass down on his couch and eye her.
taking a sip, he gestures back to the stranger. ❝ first off, i have nothing to do with those mutants back there. i was given a tip about what was going to happen, and i planned on using that as a distraction to get into the building. i saw what they did to you and thought, 'well she's just too pretty to let get beaten to death', and brought you here. ❞ a pause as he leans back and crosses one leg lazily over the other, ❝ you're welcome for that, by the way. ❞ while it sounds harsh, his expression is anything but. it's gentle and genuine. ❝ i'm just a man who owns a bar downstairs and listens to people's problems. that, and a mutant, obviously. clearly not as cool as you, though. ❞ a soft poke, to test her temper before he shifts in his seat to lean forward. with the tip of his bottle, he points to himself. ❝ my name is sana. do i get to know yours before you burn me to ashes? ❞
every part of him attempts not to freak out over the fact that layla might be in trouble. he knows she's capable of handling herself; if there was anyone he truly trusted to handle themselves, it was her. but there's that part of him that worries, that debates on whether or not he's done the right thing by letting her go alone, even if it was something that was so simple. marc's had a good thing going with steven: they've had a good line of communication as of late and he can't remember a time when he might've pissed someone off. there are gaps though that are concerning and even steven doesn't know what's going on with them. it makes the anxiety spark even higher as he moves through the fruit stands, nodding as politely as he can at vendors who call his name, used to his patronage or layla's presence at his side. his throat tightens with every moment it takes to get to her —— is he going to be too late? is she even going to manage to still be there when he reaches her? when her form comes into sight he feels it loosen slightly in his chest, easily falling into the role and accepting the bags that are handed his way. sharp eyes immediately catch on the men in suits, teeth clenching as he takes them in. what did khonshu do now?
as they maneuver through the stalls, his free hand tightens against layla's waist. they're hip to hip now and he can hear their footsteps following them. every part of his body is coiled tight, ready for the fight that is going to happen. he can practically taste it on his tongue. ❝ because they're cowards, ❞ is the simple response back, eyes flicking toward them once more over his shoulder. he doesn't even bother to hide that he's looking at them —— let them know that he has their number. when they're far enough away from the stalls, deeper in where only nosey people would look out their window and see, he drops his arm from layla's waist and turns toward them fully. he can already feel the beginning of bandages starting to form at his wrist. ❝ last chance to run. she's a lot more merciful than me. ❞
layla, too, turns and shifts how she stands, preparing for the fight she was anticipating. chocolate brown hues narrow at the three men as they seemingly stumble over their words, unsure of how to react to such an approach. it wasn't the sort of reaction one would often see in this sort of situation, and the gods know she and marc had been here many times before. a moment passes as her attention fixates on one man in particular, and the way he shifts uncomfortably and clears his throat, ready to speak. it's then layla remembers his face, and the tension leaves her shoulders almost instantly. ❝ again? i thought i told them no. ❞ at her words, the man speaks up, attempting to persuade her into doing something or meeting with someone, or people, by the sounds of it, but layla shakes her head and quickly turns back to marc, reaching out to take his hand and drag him along. she didn't particularly want him to hear this, mostly because she wasn't sure how he would react to it. however, when the three men trudge after the two of them, layla stops in her tracks and turns to look over her shoulder, glaring at the three men. ❝ i said no! tell him i don't do teams, ❞ cutting herself off, she turns to look briefly at her husband, blinking before turning back to the three men, ❝ well, i do... ❞ because she, marc, and steven were a team. ❝ just get lost, yeah? tell your boss i meant what i said. no him, no me. ❞
with that, layla whips her head back around sassily and continues walking with marc, practically dragging him along until they exit the side street and return to the main street, which was a ten-minute walk from their house. they begin the usual route back, and the brunette glances over at marc, knowing exactly that she was going to have to explain this. with her hand still intertwined with his, her lips purse as she thinks of a way to word it. ❝ i don't want you to freak, okay? or laugh in my face. i'm not sure how you'll react. ❞ and it's freaking her out a little, admittedly. sighing, the woman looks ahead as they stroll down the pavement. ❝ apparently i've been seen... you know... doing avatar stuff while working with taweret, ❞ which was her own fault, she had kept saying she was going to stop, to cut ties with the goddess, but the world was in a total state of disarray, and layla could help. tilting her head, she gazes up at the man, ready to judge his reaction. ❝ tony stark has been trying to recruit me into some avengers type of team. i said no, that i wasn't interested, and he said he knew about you as well, but, i still said no. he's sent one of those men out before to try and persuade me. seems he's desperate to assemble another team. ❞ her shoulders tense as she waits to see how he acts. will he be angry? amused? indifferent?
there was a lot of things in the sanctum roselle was not allowed to touch, which... she understood. she didn't like it, and often challenged stephen on the matter, but she understood it. when he visited her in her own space, she had similar rules. but when a random object he'd found on a recent endeavour had taken up far too much of his time roselle had deemed it fit to get involved.
waiting for the moment stephen had wandered off to make himself some coffee, roselle had raced into the room and over to the table where the strange, magical artefact rested. she'd told stephen she was going for a nap, so her being here... oh, he'd have no idea!
the very thought brings a devious smirk to her face as she reaches a hand out, only to be stopped by fabric wrapping around her wrist and tugging her back. she scolds the cloak and tries again, but is stopped again. and again. and again. so much so, when @viteoublies returns with his freshly made coffee roselle has been mummified by the sentient piece of clothing and held in the air. air jail. she'd been put in air jail.
❝ i cannot see you, but i am assuming you're standing there with a smug look plastered across that annoyingly handsome face of yours, ❞ the witch speaks, her words almost muffled by the red cloth, ❝ tell it to put me down, or i'll make a new dress out of it. ❞
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being a background character had been his whole thing for as long as he remembered; it was where he dwelled and did his business. where no one bothered him. he worked alone, moved alone, did most things alone, but he wouldn't say he was short of company. owning and running a bar meant he was never short of acquaintances. not friends, no, sana never really let people get close enough to him to truly know him. and he never got involved in other people's business either. that was until today. he'd gotten a tip at his bar about a rather sticky situation that was going to occur between some mutants, and he had decided to use that distraction to get in and out of the building it was taking place in. stealth was what made sana be able to do what he did, his mutant ability being that of moving through shadows and manipulating shadows. so, he sticks to them and manoeuvres them fluently. when the fighting breaks out, he ignores it until things begin to play out differently from the script he was given. he was told there would be a brief fight before a robbery, but as sana keeps to the shadows, he watches a young woman, a young fire-wielding woman, be set up and beaten. it seemed whatever tip he'd gotten wasn't entirely accurate, and so sana doesn't think twice about stepping in to help the girl.
darkness begins to creep out from the corners of the walls and stretches over the surfaces; it spreads along the floor and stops behind the woman. those shadows grow and stretch until it looks like black smoke. there sana emerges, only enough to wrap his arms around the injured woman and pull her back into the void with him. for a moment, their worlds grow dark and cold, sharp winds whip around their bodies before their feet once again meet land, and sana's shadows bring them back to his apartment above his bar. still holding onto the blonde, he leads her over towards a chair and sits her down, his arms moving to fold across his chest as he eyes the state she was in. @charlatansaints put up a fight, but whatever they wanted from her, they seemed keen on getting it. ❝ are you alright, miss? ❞
it had supposed to be a simple grocery run, something she could handle herself. something she had wanted to do herself. layla and marc's relationship thrived because the two of them understood each other's need for space and independence, so they weren't joint at the hip. but when a nice, relaxing trip to the markets ended up in layla being followed around by a few strange men, she didn't think twice about calling @charlatansaints and informing him of the situation. he'd told her to stay where she was, and he'd be there soon, so she did just that, deciding to make small talk with the elderly man who was selling some fruit. naturally, she wound up buying a lot of fruit before marc showed up. when he had shown up, she'd handed him some shopping bags and proceeded to walk alongside him, trying to keep it as innocent-looking as possible. however, as they turned out of the street of the market stalls, as did the people tailing her, and now marc.
her arm moves to wrap around his middle while they walk, a warm smile spreading across her face as she greets some locals she and marc knew well, her head falling against his shoulder, sweetly. ❝ they are relentless, marc, ❞ layla mutters under her breath, wanting to turn around and look behind her, but knowing that would give away the fact they both knew they were being followed. ❝ i was followed to the dentist the other day, then my coffee run yesterday, and now the markets today. we have to find out why they're following us. it's started to annoy me. why not attack already? ❞ if that was in fact what they planned on doing... the people that had been following her around appeared more like businessmen than anything else.
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admittedly, jason has a bad habit of taking it easy on autumn; she wasn't trained for this sort of life —— she had been pushed into it, thrown into her own vengeance that never truly suit her. even when dick had been trying his damnedest to make her a weapon where she never should've been one. there had been too much bubbling life in her, even if she had wanted revenge; it's why he had taken the initiative when it arose and didn't protest when she followed him. outside of titans tower was dangerous —— and it was even more dangerous within the confines of bruce's home. wayne manor hadn't been home for a long time, and with everything that had happened, it felt more than right to move on his own, to a place at the outskirts of gotham. a place where he felt alive, but wasn't drowning. some days that helped. some days he still felt like he was in that damn lazarus pit, choking on the new life that was given.
jason as another bad habit: getting lost in his own head. one moment he's got autumn's arm behind her back at a concerning angle, one that he knows would incapacitate in battle and that he would (probably) break if the chance arose. the next, he's on his back, blinking up as her hand holds his face, a wide grin settled across her features. he blinks sluggishly, unsure of what in the fuck has just happened —— autumn's never been that before, has never been able to get around his moves. she's been improving, sure, but she's never been this agile. a frown settles on his lips and he makes to swat at her, but then realizes that his arms are pinned as well. he's completely at her mercy, and he lets out a indignant huff that blows the white fringe away from his face. ❝ you cheated, there's no other explanation. ❞ it's said casually, but he knows a spark in her eye when he sees it. ❝ and powers are banned during these sessions, little cheater. ❞ jason wiggles underneath her, attempting to throw her off —— which just leads to his cheeks being smushed even more. a growl rises up in his throat and he makes to snap at her hand.
the look on his face makes this all worthwhile. there's no flicker of pride, no indication that he was happy for her. in fact, he looked miserable and confused that she had bested him, and that was way better than some measly praise. the fact that she had laid him flat out on his back and he didn't like it made all those hours of training and trying to analyse a pattern to his movements worthwhile. a soft laugh of disbelief escapes her at his accusations, her head shaking side to side comically. ❝ i did not cheat, you know that. ❞ was her tapping into her enhanced agility and speed considered cheating? well, perhaps. but she didn't use her ability to control water. plus, she was fighting jason todd, it only seemed fit she was allowed a tiny advantage, whether he knew it or not. her amusement only grows when he attempts to break free. only now does she tap into that enhanced strength to keep his arms pinned by his sides. she'd won, so now she could do what she pleased with her abilities.
her jaw drops as he tilts his head and tries to bite at her, the redhead barely managing to evade that by clamping her hand over his entire mouth. ❝ nuh uh-! ❞ comes her stern response, her free hand raising, her index finger jutting out and pointing in his face. ❝ bad boy, jason, ❞ autumn coos, most definitely perched way to high upon her high horse. her palm moves away from his mouth and returns to his jaw, her thumb dancing over the tender skin of his bottom lip. ❝ we don't bite people, that's naughty. you're naughty. ❞ autumn knew she was being almost insufferable, but she was enjoying this too much. too many times had jason put her in the exact position he was in now and laughed as she wiggled around like a fish out of water. the many times he had pinned her up against the wall and whispered teasingly in her ear. this was payback, and she might be enjoying herself a little too much.
he was bred for this; autumn was not. he had been trained by batman, autumn had not. but, being trained by someone who had been trained by batman was equally as good. jason had trained her for a while, he had agreed back when they were living at titans tower, back before everything had fallen apart. now they'd managed to rebuild what they wanted, just in a different setting, and no titans. jason hadn't wanted to return, and neither had autumn, and autumn would go wherever jason wanted, so it wasn't too surprising that the two branched off on their own. the training after robin had become red hood had intensified, and while autumn didn't particularly enjoy combat, she knew it was some sort of escape for jason, so she tried her best. today, funnily enough, it seemed all her hard work had paid off. sitting pinned beneath her legs was @charlatansaints, who had been successfully knocked down by her and held there. at first, autumn wasn't even aware it had worked, not until she pinned the boy's arms to his sides with her thighs and stared down at his look of surprise. ha! she'd won! smug, the redhead smirks down at him, reaching out to grab him by his jaw. ❝ look at that, ❞ the woman trails, evidently perched upon her high horse ( almost literally ) at her victory. ❝ is that all you've got? ❞ she says, despite still fighting for breath, ❝ and to think, i didn't even use my powers! ❞ grinning cheekily, she gives his face a light shake.
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was she, in fact, canoodling with the enemy? maybe. did it impact her team since the enemy was technically no longer the enemy because their team got disqualified? no... so, that was her defence if she got caught being out with hajime iwaizumi, a third year at aoba johsai. and a member of their boys volleyball team. but it was okay! because her team beat his team's ass! the summer days were warm, it's what she thinks about whilst walking alongside the boy, one arm looped around his, whilst her free hand held an ice cream she'd gotten herself at the store moments prior. the topic of their ' relationship ' had been briefly discussed, mostly because petra was unsure if iwaizumi was unsure if any of them were sure what they were. she liked him a lot, and she thinks he likes her too, yet it seemed neither of them had plucked up the courage to ask to make it official. ❝ does oikawa know? ❞ the ravenette blurts out, pausing her assault on her ice cream to glance up and over at @blasphematic. ❝ that we're... you know... ❞
it was his fault. he had invited her over to study, he had given her his dorm number and directions. the idiot even told her to just walk in if he didn't answer. so, really, what did he expect when he turned around on his desk chair, electric guitar in his lap, having just finished getting carried away playing one of his favourite songs, to see emiko standing there in the threshold of the open door, practically gawking at him. his face flushes a beet red as he stares at her in return, a strange silence engulfing the two of them as @blasphematic continues to stare. he notices her book bag and shifts to stand, setting his guitar aside and clearing his throat. ❝ hey, ❞ semi speaks, as smooth as usual, ❝ uh... you can put your things over here-! ❞ gesturing to his desk, he moves out of the way and then gestures to the seat he was formerly sitting in. ❝ you can sit here, too. i can sit on the floor or on my bed. ❞ why does this feel so awkward? shifting to bypass her, he closes over his dorm room door and heaves a soft sigh.
it's another late night for shoko, not that she'd really know, as she hadn't looked at the clock for hours. late nights for her were common now, even if she didn't have any work to actively do, she was required to remain at the school. even so, nowadays, it seemed she was never alone. when the sounds of the double doors squeak open, her attention averts from the tray of blood samples and her gaze is cast over her shoulder. naturally, upon spotting @blasphematic, her lips pull into a lazy, yet endearing smile. ❝ hello choso, ❞ shoko greets him, ❝ is everyone else asleep? ❞ her question is rhetorical, already knowing the answer was most likely yes. recently, his presence had been around the morgue more frequently than she'd expected. and she rather enjoyed it. he was a misunderstood man, one she found incredibly fascinating. turning to gesture towards the blood samples, she speaks once again. ❝ would you like to help me? ❞
her body is warm against his own, for once he doesn't coil away from the heat. sana is cold-blooded, he will always favour the chilly breeze over the warmth of a campfire. still, there is a difference in the warmth that @blasphematic carries, the way it comes with a scent so ethereal it leaves him in a trance whenever he smells it. utahime's scent was one sana could easily pick out in a crowd, as the woman drew him in like a little worker bee to a beautiful, blossomed flower. snaking his arm further around her waist, the man dips his head down to rest upon her own, his seafoam hues hidden behind the fluff of his bangs. ❝ do we have to stay...? let's just go, they won't notice. ❞ nudging his head softly towards their friends across the table, the man is not exactly subtle in his affections for the woman, or wanting to ditch everyone else present and leave with her so he could have her all to himself. ❝ i'm not even drunk, ❞ he coos into her ear, his lips curling into a smirk, ❝ are you? ❞
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i came on to make another "guess who is back" post but gang... i'll be back when chronic illness isn't kicking my ass rn
me coming back after being sick and burnt out to drop a lot of muses and add eun chaei-ni from the wonderfools with the expectation you all will love me again
