#joque

❛ poison ivy? what would that have to do with being a... ❜ anya's brows knit together in confusion as she thinks over the joke, but then it dawns on her several seconds later. ❛ ... oh, oh! i get it now! ❜

Downloaded a bunch of gameplay mods and I’ve been playing a Desiderata/Riverblossom hood to test them out.

Height Comparison! | Accepting

Mami 5'1" + Jo 5'4"

On a regular day, the flow of events he expected to face followed a typical pattern; someone, somewhere would cause a commotion, disrupting the peace; the public would panic, in varying degrees of severity; all until an able-bodied candidate would step in to resolve matters, restoring harmony. Usually.

Unfortunately, somewhere along the way, this methodology had been disregarded, the script torn up and replaced with something different, that came accompanied with persisting smiles and welcoming embraces... that went one way. "Why can't I..." Move his arms? Or see her feet? A wriggle of constraint form does nothing to inspire an answer, when a realisation strikes him like a lightning bolt.

He dangling, upside down, a heavy length of chain wrapped securely around his body. How the shock?!

model home sentence starters | still accepting.

"I don't think of it like that."

Mary's tone borders on militant disinterest as she reaches out for her glass, takes a sip; a bracelet slips down her wrist and hits the crystal with a tiny, ringing sound that's almost lost in the Iceberg Lounge's late-night chorus. This late in the evening, there's only low music, the murmured conversations of those too serious and too tired by their own criminality.

The "newly made", Gotham's answer to the nouveau riche, clear out early. Follow the glitter to brighter places further downtown.

"There's what happened. And then there's what everyone else decided was palatable." She thinks of her former co-stars, her former agents, former directors and former coaches, accepting interviews with tabloid magazines and documentary specials.

blood and darkness prompts

"Right." Not believing that claim for a second, he continues his work, coiling a length of webline around his left arm as he deals with what he perceives to be the more immediate threat in the vicinity. Such a concern took the form of a trio of hired muscle that had appeared to be accompanying the stranger when itchy trigger fingers had fired off a few warning shots in the Spider's direction, amused cackles trailing off into the darkness as they moved away after the fact.

Except the group wouldn't manage to get very far, for, for although this city wasn't his to protect, the encounter had shades of familiarity to it, a brush with criminals that he didn't tend to deal with lightly, especially not if they tried to attack him first.