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❛ thanks for not treating me the way everyone else here does. ❜
Lost the Meme II Inbox: Open
Tim patted Bane's forearm with a friendly-- if not a touch impish-- smile. "Sure thing. I try not to take attempts on my life personally anymore."
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"Now hang on just a minute." Liddy's black mouth curled up into a grin as she took in the sight before her. "And here I thought I had the monopoly on being goth and wearing just enough skin to can show off my muscles." Summer nights in the city were sweltering, so it wasn't like either of them weren't dressed for the weather.
But Liddy was more interested in playing nice than anything else. He was some sort of super -- superhero, supervillain... She didn't know or care. Even if he figured out what she was instantly, Liddy had no love for getting in between inhuman squabbles. (Or superhuman, or alien, or whatever.) She lived her own small life, without a mask or unwanted bloodshed, and she would rather get things out of the way, rather than risk being caught lurking around in the dark and put powerful strangers even more on edge.
"what’s this whole look of yours about?" (welcome back tommivrr!)
As said by Dorian Pavus || Accepting
Thomas looked down at his outfit then back to Bane then back to his outfit again. This is what he usually wore. What was Bane getting at? He wondered what was the best way to describe it in words that Bane would understand. "I'm a fruity little queer." he replied with the most deadpanned voice and expression.
🧲 (JPV/Az, for the chaos of it)
Meme | Accepting!
The colour quickly drained from Jean-Paul's face, Bane really was not his type. Slowly he manged to say, "You're strong." That was honestly it, Bane's actions were too much to look past for Jean-Paul, and his positive traits were used to fowl ends.
Their mask was unreadable. "Strength, determination, unwavering. You've picked a path and stayed on it, that would be commendable, if it were for a better cause. I don't really care about physical appearances, but your body works well. You could be a lot more than you are, were you to make the effort," All of that being said, he had no interest romantically, or even platonically towards Bane. Simple respect.
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[home] – sender has no physical way of helping receiver out of this situation, but they offer out their hand anyway. just to hold onto (and to not let go). [[ Bane is sorry to hear about your dad's illness, Alice ]]
She killed her father.
He was still alive and everyone said it wasn't her fault but Alice knew the truth. It hadn't taken her all that long to figure out what Floyd had done, convincing the doctor to tell her that something outside of her magic had caused the cancer. At the time it had been a source of relief and maybe she should be grateful for that but it hadn't lasted long. She wasn't stupid, maybe everyone thought her to be but she wasn't.
It didn't take a college degree or even a high school diploma to put the pieces together. He didn't have cancer before she messed around inside him, no matter the good she'd been trying to do, and after he was dying. Maybe if he were getting better things would be different, maybe if he could be cured she could learn to forgive herself, maybe if he wasn't a walking dead man everything would be different. Nothing was different. The longer she thought about it the more convinced she became of the fact that she was very much deserving of her fate. Her name forever etched in Hell, just waiting for her death. The Black Alice Abomination-
Why? Why was he reaching for her? Her eyes slowly looked over Bane, lingering on the hand that he was offering. The idea of touching someone, anyone, made her feel sick. What part of her deserved that? Was he trying to comfort her? Did he not understand what was happening? What she'd done? Or did he know and not care? She didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve anything. The only reason she was here was for the money, her dad needed help and there wasn't much she could do now, at least this was almost useful. Her mom had been gone, her dad was a shell of who he used to be, while Alice knew she was at fault she also knew that she'd lost him long before this, he'd left with her mother even if he stayed physically there. People didn't... No one was left to... Why he was trying to comfort her.
Too long had passed since he'd offered his hand and while her face remained neutral as she stared at it she felt a growing sense of panic inside. She didn't deserve it... Her hand moved slowly as she reached out, carefully setting just her pinky in the palm of his hand. Her eyes moved away when they made contact, her mind settling on the strange warmth that radiated off him, slowly tuning out the noise from her phone as the doctor continued to drone on about the fact that her father was dying, explaining in great detail as if she needed to know. She already knew what had happened. She killed him, nothing was going to change that.
Her eyes flicked to Bane's hand, her pinky still resting in it as though that was where it was supposed to be. As though this wasn't weird. As though she deserved it. She killed her father, she was going to hell, her power was corrupting her, but maybe she could still find a way to make things okay.
🩸 [[ grabby hands ]]
Gore Generator II Accepting II 38 - Laugh ‘til you choke
This wasn't the first time The Joker had gone for the bats, nor the people associated with them. It wasn't even Tim's first time encountering Joker gas.
It was the first time he'd encountered it in the safety of the cave, though-- and it was with Bane nearby, instead of Bruce.
In Tim's defense, the fake grapple gun had looked nigh indistinguishable from their own, and so they'd carried it back, thinking it to be their spare.
When they tested it, it became apparent that it was not.
A purple aerosolized serum clouded the air as soon as he fired, and Tim had only a moment to comprehend what was happening, before he called out, "Bane-- run!"
He didn't, unfortunately, have a second moment to reach for a filter before he had to inhale.
In. Out. The air smelled sweet.
Why had they been worried again? A mask? They didn't need a mask. Everything was fine. Everything was great, even.
In fact, Tim felt like laughing! What a silly mistake to make!
It started as giggles, but it grew quickly. Louder and harder to keep up with; so quick that he couldn't suck in any new air, and it was dully painful on sore muscles in his face, his gut, his throat. His knees hit the floor, then one hand, as his other hand flew up to his neck, and the raucous laughter turned to desperate wheezes. He couldn't breathe--
And he couldn't stop laughing.
“I think he needs to decide whether he wants to be considered a child or an adult because children get pity, but not respect. And adults, they get respect, but they also get the back of their heads grabbed and faces pushed through jukeboxes.”
Community Starters II Accepting
"Uh. That's really specific. Like, a little too specific. Have you ever...?"
