#2814s

@2814s asked: ♭ :^) ( grip my muse’s jaw to make them look yours in the eye 𑁋 ACCEPTING )

 as for the straw that broke the lantern's back, it really could've been anything. maybe it was one too many decoder ring comments or one too many requests to be beamed up. or, in all likelihood, it was the frequent incidents of john scooting into his personal space, calling him handsome, asking what all hal could do without that ring.

whatever it was, it worked -- probably a little too well, per usual. the abrupt rough treatment of being grabbed and yanked to face hal just as he'd been about to make his exit was... surprising, obviously, but not in a bad way. it wasn't not doing it for john, being pushed around by someone so hollywood beautiful. he found himself in stunned silence for several long seconds as warmth simmered just under his skin.

the flush on his cheeks was doubtlessly obvious from this close up, especially with hal's fingertips still lingering on his skin, but john was really just grateful that hal wasn't one of those metahumans who'd hear his heart jackrabbiting in his ribcage.

" ...right, tha's enough, you've made your point. " he grabbed hal by the wrist to get ( or keep? ) his attention, but, notably, didn't try anything further to break free of his grip. " go 'ed, then. either kiss me or lamp me one, 'urry up. "

positivity meme !!

💛 - You’re a dear friend to me. 🤣 - You are hilarious! 🌞 - You are such a bright and lovely person OOC. 🌟 - I love seeing you on the dash! 🥇 - I think you’ve done a brilliant job with your muse.

Bruce Wayne isn't much of a texter. In fact he, outside of Justice League duties isn't particularly skilled at maintaining digital, long distance contact. However he couldn't help but notice tension in Hal's shoulders, a weariness to his gaze... Something is weighing him down and Bruce isn't sure what. Not without more clues at least. The easiest way to address the matter is to speak with Hal himself.

After all, even though they argue and bicker they're still allies. Still friends.

[ 5:30 PM ] BW > Contrary to popular belief I am not a workaholic. If not a Bat in your buisness, perhaps a friend?

[ 5:33 PM ] BW > I hear you, Hal. Just let me know if that changes. I'm here for you. We all are.

[ 5:37 PM ] BW > And if you ever want a distraction from your personal problems my boys are currently debating on who would win in a fight: you, John or Guy.

🦻 ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ: ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ ​🇫​​🇺​​🇱​​🇱​ ​🇧​​🇦​​🇹​​🇹​​🇪​​🇷​​🇾​     — ❝ That's so much green. ❞ He's got no room to talk. There were a lot of uniforms he went through that captured as much purple as one could physically fit on a person. Clint watches him float like some radiation-sick angel.

Frank had known the likes of rage for years. Controlled. Concentrated. But that night his rage was building up to an unpleasant degree. His rage was silent. Slashing and shooting any man he laid eyes on. His body was giving out on itself till suddenly a voice entered his mind. Deep and dark. Like a demon crawling into his ear.

'Frank Castle of Sector 2814. You have great rage in your heart. You belong to the Red Lantern Corps.'

At first he was confused. Till his hand instinctively opened to have a Red Ring fly onto his ring finger. Its Red glow encompassing his body to the point there was a mix between the red lantern and punisher emblems on his chest. His eyes becoming a bright red as he grips his head in overwhelming rage that consumed him in seconds.

The first man who whitnessed this transformation was ended in seconds. Flattened by an anvil created from the red king's energy. His head cracked open like an egg as Frank wrapped his arms around the closest man and vomited the blood upon him. His face started melting. Criminals screamed in fear and agony as his rampage spread throughout the now empty abandoned building. His breaths uneven and unhinged as he looked at the carnage that surrounded him. Then he heard a familiar voice.

what exactly am i looking for?

❝ anything that seems out of place; a piece of debris, alien clothing, whatever. ❞

how was he supposed to know ? it wasn't every day that a green lantern visited bludhaven, much less because some fugitive from another planet had apparently come to earth and was hiding out in said city. the knowledge comes as no real surprise to him however, given the uptick in strange crime and sightings of someone with odd features poking around the local power plants. so, naturally, nightwing went to investigate, @2814s right by his side. his flashlight swings around in the darkness, looking for something but instead seeing nothing. turning to look at the older man, dick couldn't help but feel a little exasperated.

❝ you think you could use that ring of yours could provide us some light ? ❞

❛ you want to know what the WORST part about being a GL is ? i'm not even my own sister's favorite lantern. between you and kyle , i'm losing a cruz over here. all those black eyes i go through and all she ever asks is , ' is hal or kyle coming. ' you stole my sister from me , HAL [ ... ] you're the bad cop this time , by the way. ❜

oh my god, no way — am i glad to see you!

❝ hey hal, heard you needed some back up ? sad i missed all the fun, though. ❞

he gives the former pilot a two fingered salute, green eyes surveying the ruined landscape around them for a moment. more often than not, the various lanterns of 2814 spread out evenly throughout their sector, though one or two always stayed back on earth given how popular it seemed to be when it came to various entities trying to destroy it. that didn't mean any of the other planets in the sector were any less important, of course, but when you have the @2814s guarding your planet, one didn't have much to worry about when it came to hal needing support. however, even with all his fame and glory ( and the less glorious parts ), hal was a human like the rest of them. and even if the big fight was already done, clean up was lousy when you did it by yourself.

at least the other was happy to see him. it makes a grin bloom on his features, boots now properly landing besides the other. ❝ don't sound so happy that you have help cleaning up. couldn't have called sooner ? would've been nice to see some action. ❞