#bewitch52

“   That’s  AWFULLY VIOLENT  for  no reason.   “

❛ alright, lady, i’ll only ask you once ------ ❜  

❛ ------ how do i join the squad? like, do they hold open auditions? or is it more of a hagrid-showing-up-with-your-hogwarts-letter kind of thing? ❜  

the guy who didn’t like musicals starters 

“oh, don’t bother. i’ve been to vegas.” 

the massive hulk looks down at her and offers a smile of jagged teeth. 

“we aren’t huge fans of magic around here. you see, gotham is the perfect place for the hard-working crime boss to thrive. you bring magic into the equation, you make life a living hell for the average folks. suddenly, the guy who can afford the strongest freak gets the upper hand.” 

basil’s right hand warps and curls into a perfect sphere, gaining a metallic shine in the process. then… – PLINK! – several spikes pop out of it, and he holds up his improvised weapon for enchantress to get a nice, clear look at.

“as a result, of course, the strongest freak gets the spotlight. and i must warn you —–-”

“mm. remarkable what they’ll do to traverse it, too.”

horses have just been domesticated. he’d be impressed at the tenacity of human beings to look at something wild and decide they want to own it… were he not so far above them. it’s hard to be impressed by a creature that cannot live more than a meager 90 years at most. to creatures like herrikhan, and the enchantress– those immortal beings from the stars or other planes– it’s the blink of an eye. so what if humanity domesticated animals, discovered fire, built houses and cities? they will all die soon enough. and after that, all it takes is a few more generations to forget everything they did. no, herrikhan is not impressed with them– he is amused, because he knows it will all be gone someday. and he will live to see it.

“i had almost thought they’d given up on that whole business when beringia went under.” he considers for a moment, and then he smiles. what he’s about to say does not fit well with his glowing exterior– every inch the prince of stars, an ageless thing fed on nothing but love and adoration since the universe began.

@bewitch52 asked: ‘ what, you’ve never stabbed a guy in the heart and pushed him into the ocean? ’ 

shane madej sentence starters - ACCEPTING 

      “ nope. ” jennifer is just ... staring. staring at enchantress as if she were the most beautiful creature jennifer’s ever seen, as if she were the fucking mona lisa. because of ... the implication that the horrible, despicable act she just described is ... something she pulls off on a regular basis? jesus christ. 

“um, yes!”

rustle, rustle, rustle– she scoots over to allow room for june in her little nest, flops one of about a dozen pillows down, holds the heap of blankets open for her. she’s got popcorn! she’s got netflix! she’s got stuffed animals! this place is perfect for cuddling.